You talk back. You tease. You donโt know how to shut up โ and Sukunaโs going to fix that. He doesnโt need chains to keep you in line โ just a handful of hair, a cock down your throat, and a reason to remind you whoโs in charge. Brats get broken. And youโre already halfway there.
Includes:
Oral sex. Face-fucking, Brat tamer dynamic, Degradation / dirty talk, Breathplay, Impact play (slapping), Power play / dom-sub themes, Overstimulation, Praise kink, Bratty Male!Reader
โฆ Part 1: Youโre Not Scared of Him โ And Thatโs the Problem
โYou done staring?โ you said, lounging on Sukunaโs bed like you owned it. โOr are you waiting for me to get naked first?โ
He didnโt respond right away.
Just watched you with that sharp, red-eyed gaze โ a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth like he wasnโt sure if he wanted to laugh or throw you into the wall.
You lifted your arms above your head, stretching on purpose. Arched your back a little too much. Let your shirt ride up.
โCome on, King of Curses,โ you said mockingly. โI thought you were supposed to be scary.โ
Sukunaโs eyes narrowed.
โKeep running that mouth,โ he said. โYouโll be drooling into the floor by the end of the night.โ
โOoooh.โ You sat up slowly, exaggerated. โSo mean. Iโm trembling. โ
He stepped closer. You didnโt move. Not even when his fingers curled around your jaw and tilted your head back.
โYou think being cute lets you get away with acting like a little shit?โ he growled.
You licked your lips. โI think you like it.โ
There was a flicker โ just a flicker โ of something dangerous in his eyes.
But then he laughed.
Not a cruel laugh. A genuine one.
โOh, I do. โ His grip tightened slightly. โI like it even more when I get to ruin you for it.โ
โTalk talk talk,โ you said sweetly. โYou gonna fuck me, or just monologue about it?โ
That did it.
In a blur, he shoved you back onto the mattress, hand already slipping under your waistband.
โYouโre gonna regret that,โ he growled.
You grinned up at him like youโd just won.
โNot yet. But Iโm looking forward to it.โ
โฆ Part 2: Talking Shit with a Dick in Your Face
Your pants were off. Your shirt was bunched under your arms.
And Sukuna stood between your legs, already hard, already looking like he wanted to ruin you and throw you out a window โ in that order.
But you?
You were still smirking.
โI expected it to be bigger,โ you said casually, eyes on his cock.
His gaze went flat.
โYouโre a brave little shit.โ
โIโm a realist. โ You shrugged. โYouโve got the attitude of a monster god, but the dick of a very angry bartender.โ
Sukuna didnโt reply. He grabbed you by the hips and dragged you closer to the edge of the bed in one motion, making you yelp.
You opened your mouth to say something elseโ
Slap.
His hand smacked your thigh, sharp and hot.
โMm,โ you said. โOne out of ten. Try again.โ
Slap.
Other thigh this time. Harder.
โBetter.โ You tilted your head. โNow do my ass.โ
โYouโre going to regret that mouth,โ he muttered.
โNo I wonโt,โ you said immediately. โBecause you love it.โ
He shoved two fingers into your mouth โ not gently โ and forced your jaw open until your lips stretched around the digits.
โSuck.โ
You did. Slowly. Deliberately. Like you wanted to piss him off.
He watched the way you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, how your eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, defiant even with your mouth full.
โYouโre impossible,โ he muttered.
You popped off his fingers with a wet slurp and smiled. โBut Iโm pretty.โ
โUnfortunately.โ
โRude. Youโre lucky I donโt walk out right noโโ
Smack.
This time it was your cheek. Not hard enough to hurt โ just enough to shut you up.
You blinked.
โOh,โ you breathed. โKinda hot.โ
Sukuna rolled his eyes.
Then he grabbed your legs, shoved them apart, and lined his cock up between your cheeks โ heavy, hot, just resting there, not pressing in yet.
You looked down at it, then back up at him.
โโฆStill think I was right about the size.โ
Sukuna exhaled slowly.
โYouโre gonna be so sorry,โ he said, and this time his voice had that low, dangerous lilt.
You grinned up at him with teeth.
โPromise?โ
โฆ Part 3: Use Your Mouth for Something Useful
โYou talk too much.โ
Thatโs what Sukuna said just before shoving two fingers past your lips again, this time with less patience and a lot more intent.
You grinned around them, sucking slow and exaggerated โ just to be a brat.
โStill smug?โ he asked, already unamused. โYouโre sitting there, ass out, mouth full, and you still think youโre in control.โ
You nodded.
Wrong answer.
He pushed you flat on your back, grabbed a handful of your hair, and dragged your head off the edge of the mattress so your throat was exposed โ open and waiting.
โYou wanted to talk?โ Sukuna growled, towering over you, cock heavy in his fist. โLetโs see how well you speak with your mouth full.โ
Before you could sass him again, his cock slapped against your cheek.
You blinked, caught between a curse and a moan.
โYou gonna be a good little mouth now?โ he asked.
You opened up in response โ not because you were obedient, but because you were challenging him to shut you up.
He took it.
He didnโt start slow. He didnโt ease in.
He shoved his cock deep, past your lips, down your throat โ and held it there.
Your eyes watered instantly, your hands clenching at the sheets as your gag reflex flared. But you didnโt pull back. You didnโt whine.
You looked up at him.
Defiant. Messy. Mouth full.
He groaned.
โFucking filthy, โ he muttered, pulling back just to thrust again โ harder this time. Your head rocked with each pump of his hips, his cock driving into your throat like he wanted to erase the attitude from your spine.
And still, you took it.
Gagging. Drooling. Eyes leaking.
He used your mouth like it was nothing more than a warm hole to fuck, hand locked in your hair, hips relentless.
โNot so talkative now,โ he sneered, looking down at the strings of spit dripping down your chin. โWhereโs all that smartass energy? Gone already?โ
You couldnโt answer โ obviously.
So he slapped your cheek while you gagged on his cock.
โSay something, brat. I dare you.โ
Your only reply was a choked gurgle around his length.
He laughed. Dark and amused.
โThought so.โ
Then he fucked your face harder.
โฆ Part 4: You Donโt Need to Breathe โ Just Obey
Your throat was raw.
Your nose was running.
Your eyes had long since stopped blinking back tears.
And still โ still โ Sukuna didnโt stop.
He stood over you, hand wrapped tight in your hair, dragging your face back down on his cock over and over again like you were nothing more than a cocksleeve with a pulse. The back of your head bumped the mattress edge each time his hips snapped forward.
You couldnโt breathe.
And that was the point.
He knew. You knew. It was part of the game โ part of the punishment for being a smug little brat who wouldnโt shut up.
โCโmon,โ Sukuna growled. โYou were so mouthy earlier. What happened?โ
He shoved his cock deep again, pressing past your gag reflex with practiced ease. Your throat spasmed around him, and he moaned โ moaned like your struggle was his reward.
โYou wanted this,โ he hissed, fucking into your mouth like he owned it. โWanted to be used. Wanted to be put in your place. โ
You clawed weakly at his thighs โ not in protest, not truly โ just to hold on, to feel something while your lungs screamed for air.
And Sukuna didnโt stop.
He watched you.
Watched your face go red.
Watched your spit bubble around his cock.
Watched your eyes roll slightly, unfocused and glossy.
Then โ just when you thought youโd black out โ he yanked you off by the hair with a loud, wet pop.
You gasped like a drowning man. Spit and drool ran down your chin and neck in thick strands, your tongue lolling out slightly as your chest heaved.
You didnโt speak.
Couldnโt speak.
But the smirk was still there, twitching weakly at the corners of your soaked lips.
Sukuna looked down at you with fire in his eyes.
โStill smiling?โ he said. โYouโre insane. โ
You coughed โ a wet, wrecked sound โ and whispered hoarsely:
โโฆwasnโt that deep.โ
Silence.
Thenโ
He laughed.
A real, rough, thrilled laugh.
โYou little bitch. โ
He shoved you back down.
And the game started again.
โฆ Part 5: Mouth Shut, Legs Open
You couldnโt remember the last time you spoke.
Not because youโd been gagged โ not physically.
Justโฆ ruined. Fucked too deep, too hard, too good. Sukuna had replaced every smart remark with breathless moans and brain-melting overstimulation.
He had you on your hands and knees now, ass in the air, cheeks sore from slapping skin. His hands were bruising your hips as he drove his cock into you over and over โ fast, punishing, raw.
โYou done mouthing off?โ he grunted, fucking you harder.
You didnโt answer.
Couldnโt.
Just a strangled cry from your spit-slick throat.
โNo comeback?โ he sneered. โWhereโs that sharp tongue now, huh?โ
You gasped, your legs buckling beneath you as he hit something devastating inside you โ the kind of angle that made your toes curl and your mind go blank.
โYeah,โ Sukuna growled. โThatโs what I thought.โ
He didnโt stop. Not even when your arms gave out and you collapsed chest-first onto the bed, face shoved into the mattress, moaning like a ruined toy.
โLook at you. Didnโt even need to gag you โ just had to fuck the attitude out of you. โ
You whined. Loudly.
Sukuna leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear.
โYou gonna behave now?โ he asked darkly.
You nodded. Or tried to.
โSay it.โ
You whimpered, hoarse and broken:
โY-yeah. Iโll b-be goodโf-fuckโIโll be goodโโ
He rewarded you with a deep, slow thrust, then another, his hips grinding into you as your whole body trembled.
โThatโs right,โ he purred. โGood boys get filled.โ
You came untouched โ body tensing, crying out as you spilled beneath you, cock twitching uselessly against the sheets.
Sukuna chased his own climax a second later, groaning as he emptied inside you, filling you deep with heat and pressure that made your back arch again.
He didnโt pull out right away.
He just stayed there, cock buried to the hilt, his breath hot against your ear.
โSee?โ he whispered. โAll you had to do was shut the fuck up.โ
You let out a weak noise โ not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh.
Because you knew youโd do it all over again.
Another part of my Sukuna x Male!Reader One Shot Series on ao3
This story contains explicit adult content and extreme degradation kink themes intended for mature readers only. It is labeled Dead Dove: Do Not Eat and depicts non-standard, non-romantic dynamics between Ryomen Sukuna and a submissive male reader.
Includes:
Spit kink, Verbal humiliation & degradation, Face sitting / breath control elements, Reader used as a sex object / human furniture, Forced orgasm / overstimulation, Physical slapping, Petplay themes (collar mention, leash mention, โgood boyโ language), Power imbalance (Sukuna is cruel, sadistic, mocking), Reader is reduced to property / non-personhood, No aftercare
โฆ Part 1: Stay Down
You donโt remember what you said.
Maybe you looked at him wrong. Maybe you flinched when you shouldnโt have. Or maybe you were stupid enough to speak without being spoken to.
Whatever it was, Sukuna didnโt like it.
He had you pinned to the floor in seconds โ not with cursed energy, not with magic, just the brutal force of his hand at your throat and his foot pressed down on your chest, like he was crushing something disgusting beneath his heel.
โTalk back again, and Iโll carve your tongue out,โ he growled. โYou think youโve earned the right to speak in front of me?โ
You whimpered โ an apology caught in your throat โ but it was too late. His boot twisted against your sternum, grinding you into the cold floor. You were already naked, humiliated, hard in spite of the fear pooling in your gut.
โPathetic,โ he scoffed. โLook at you. On your back like a mutt in heat.โ
He crouched down beside you, one hand gripping your jaw tight enough to ache. His four glowing eyes bored into yours โ full of contempt and twisted amusement.
โI should break you open and leave you in the dirt,โ he said. โBut I know what you really want.โ
Then โ without warning โ he spat directly into your face.
The thick glob landed just under your eye, sliding slowly down your cheek toward your mouth.
You gasped.
He leaned closer.
โOpen,โ he ordered.
You hesitated โ and he slapped you. Hard. Open palm across your cheek, sharp and ringing.
โI said open.โ
Tears stung your eyes from the sting โ but your mouth fell open anyway, trembling.
He spat again.
Right onto your tongue.
โSwallow it,โ he growled.
You obeyed.
โGood boy,โ Sukuna sneered. โTrash knows its place.โ
He grinned wide, licking his own thumb before smearing it across your lips, shoving it into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue until you gagged.
โYou get hard when I treat you like filth,โ he whispered. โDonโt you?โ
He didnโt wait for the answer. He could see it.
You were already leaking, thighs shaking, breath hot and shallow under him.
Sukuna laughed โ cruel and indulgent.
โYouโre going to come from my spit before I even touch your cock, arenโt you?โ
โฆ Part 2: Youโre Not A Person
You didnโt realize how hard you were breathing until Sukuna sat back on his haunches, still looming over you like a beast deciding whether to devour or toy with its prey.
Your cheeks burned. Your mouth was slick with spit that wasnโt yours. And your cock was still painfully hard, leaking against your stomach without a single touch.
โYou like being beneath me,โ he said, voice calm and cruel. โLike a bootlicking servant. Like a hole.โ
He stood slowly, and for a moment you thought he might leave โ but no, he just wanted a better angle. He pulled his loincloth aside, exposing his cock โ already hard, long, veined, and intimidatingly thick, drooling precum at the tip.
โOn your knees.โ
You scrambled to obey, limbs shaking as you pushed yourself up from the floor. His hand gripped the back of your neck the moment you knelt, fingers tightening until your spine bowed and your face was tilted up toward him.
โYou donโt look at me,โ he said. โYou look at this.โ
He slapped his cock against your cheek. Once. Twice. A wet smack that left spit and precum smeared across your skin like he was marking a wall.
โOpen your fucking mouth.โ
You obeyed.
He spit again โ not into your mouth this time, but onto his cock, letting it drip down the shaft, mixing with his own slick. Then he shoved it forward โ just the head, pressing against your tongue, then deeper, until your lips were stretched wide and your throat threatened to gag.
โNot a person,โ Sukuna said, sighing as your mouth surrounded him. โJust a toy. Just something to fill.โ
He fucked your face slowly at first โ shallow thrusts, more about control than pleasure. One hand gripped your hair. The other wiped spit from your chin, only to shove it back in your mouth with two fingers, letting you suck it clean like a well-trained dog.
โThatโs what you are,โ he whispered. โA fucking hole. Full of drool, begging for cock. I could use your throat, your ass, your hands โ doesnโt matter. Youโd still come untouched, wouldnโt you?โ
You whimpered around his length. You didnโt want to admit it โ but yes. You could feel it already. Your cock twitching, your guts twisting, your dignity breaking apart under the weight of his voice and the humiliating slaps of skin on skin.
He pulled out suddenly โ a wet pop, a gasp โ and you nearly collapsed forward from the force of your own need.
โDonโt move,โ he said.
Then he climbed up onto something behind you โ a stone slab, a throne, a step โ and sat.
Spreading his legs.
Looking down at you with a smirk.
โCrawl.โ
You blinked.
He pointed to the ground between his thighs.
โGet between them. Face up. Iโm going to sit on your face.โ
Your cock jumped.
He saw.
And he laughed.
โFucking pervert. Youโre not even pretending to resist anymore.โ
โฆ Part 3: Youโll Breathe When I Say
You obeyed.
You crawled โ like a dog, like a slave โ until you reached the spot between his massive thighs. The scent of sweat, musk, and raw arousal hit you like a punch, and it went straight to your cock. You didnโt dare look up. You didnโt deserve to.
Sukunaโs voice purred above you.
โLook at this. Not a single word of protest. You were born for this.โ
Then he raised one leg โ and dropped it over your shoulder, pulling you in.
The weight of him came next โ thighs thick with muscle, skin warm and rough โ and then his ass was pressed to your face, heavy and commanding, forcing your head back against the ground. You tried to inhale, but all you could breathe in was him. His scent. His sweat. His power.
โTongue out,โ he ordered. โNow.โ
You stuck it out immediately, pressing it up against his hole, ashamed of the desperate whine that left your throat when he grinded down in response.
โThatโs it. Lap it up like the filthy thing you are.โ
He rocked his hips slowly against your face, riding your mouth with lazy dominance. Your nose was buried against him, and you could barely breathe โ each gasp was filtered through the heat and taste of him. You had no dignity left. None.
You were licking his hole.
And he was moaning.
โShit,โ Sukuna growled, rolling his hips again. โYouโre good at this. Like your mouth was made for worship.โ
He reached down, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and yanked your head up just enough to spit directly into your open mouth. His saliva mixed with your own as it dripped down your chin.
โYou donโt get air,โ he hissed. โYou donโt get mercy. You get spit. You get my fucking ass on your face until I decide youโve earned more.โ
Then he sat back down โ full weight, grinding in deeper, smothering you. You gasped once, twice โ then instinctively started licking again, desperate to keep him pleased, desperate not to pass out.
Your cock was leaking helplessly, untouched, hard as stone.
โYouโd die like this, wouldnโt you?โ he muttered. โFace buried in my ass, cock hard, balls full, no air. Like a stupid little animal.โ
He lifted himself just slightly โ just enough for one breath. Then he spit again, right onto your open mouth. It rolled down your cheek as your tongue caught what you could.
โSwallow.โ
You did.
You didnโt hesitate.
You were dizzy now โ lightheaded from the mix of spit, sweat, and lack of oxygen โ but every nerve was alive with shame and submission. You werenโt even thinking anymore. Just feeling.
โTry not to come before I touch you,โ Sukuna said, smiling cruelly. โOr Iโll make you eat it off the floor.โ
โฆ Part 4: You Donโt Deserve to Come
Sukuna finally lifted off your face โ slowly, almost lazily, as if pulling himself off your tongue was the end of a ritual. Your lips were slick with spit and sweat. Your face was red and soaked. You were gasping like a man just dragged out of drowning, trembling and hard, cock twitching with a kind of need that bordered on madness.
And Sukuna was grinning.
โLook at you,โ he said, kneeling between your legs now. โYouโd let me smother you to death and thank me for it.โ
He reached between your thighs and slapped your cock. Not playful. Not kind. A harsh, stinging smack that made you cry out and twitch.
โYou leaking for me, little mutt?โ he mocked. โAll that drool from your cock and your mouth โ and I havenโt even let you fuck anything.โ
He grabbed your shaft โ tight, rough โ and began stroking you with zero tenderness. You moaned, hips bucking weakly into his fist. It wasnโt even good, but your body didnโt care. You were already right there, dripping, balls tight.
โDonโt you dare come.โ
Your breath hitched.
He slowed his strokes just enough to tease, thumb dragging along the head, then dipping into the slit โ scooping the precum up and smearing it across your lower lip.
โOpen.โ
You obeyed.
He shoved his thumb inside your mouth and let you suck your own mess off it while he jerked you off with his other hand.
โYouโre going to come,โ he said. โBecause I want you to. And when you do, youโre going to lick it off the floor like the little cum-hungry whore you are.โ
Your whole body shook.
He leaned down and spat onto your cock โ again and again โ until it was dripping and wet, then stroked harder, faster, using the mix of spit and precum to work you like a toy.
โBeg,โ Sukuna ordered. โBeg me to let you come.โ
โP-please,โ you gasped. โPlease, please, I-Iโโ
โLouder.โ
โPlease let me come, please, Iโll do anythingโโ
He grinned.
โToo late.โ
Your body betrayed you.
You came with a cry, untouched except for his brutal grip, cock jerking helplessly as you painted your own stomach in sticky white. Your legs kicked, your breath hitched, and shame bloomed in your chest before your orgasm even finished.
And Sukuna just watched.
โDidnโt say you could come,โ he said, voice low and dangerous.
He stood, leaned forward โ and slapped your cheek, hard enough to make your ears ring.
โGet on all fours.โ
You obeyed, heart pounding, shame twisting deep in your belly.
He gestured to the floor โ where your cum had dripped.
โClean it.โ
You stared.
He stepped behind you, one hand gripping the back of your neck, forcing your head down.
โI said lick it the fuck up.โ
You lowered your mouth to the stone.
And you did.
Your tongue dragged slowly through the warm mess youโd made, body shaking from humiliation and arousal. The taste was bitter, filthy, wrong โ and Sukuna laughed.
โFucking disgusting,โ he growled. โYouโll lick your own cum off the floor just to make me happy.โ
He crouched beside you, grabbed your chin, and spit into your mouth again.
โSwallow it, and thank me.โ
You choked it down.
โThank you,โ you whispered, voice broken.
He smiled wide โ all teeth.
โOne more time, slut. Then Iโll make you come wherever I want.โ
โฆ Part 5: You Belong to Me
You stayed on all fours even after you swallowed the last of it โ your cum, his spit, your shame. Knees sore, face sticky, heart pounding in the awful silence that followed. You didnโt move. You didnโt even breathe unless he allowed it.
And Sukunaโฆ was watching.
He didnโt speak at first. Just circled you โ like a master evaluating his prize. Your used body, your twitching cock, your trembling limbs. Every inch of you was marked by him. Inside and out.
โYou know,โ he said finally, crouching behind you, โyouโre the best thing I never asked for.โ
His palm smacked your ass โ not hard. Just enough to make you flinch. His other hand curled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could lean in close, mouth at your ear.
โDonโt think that makes you special. Youโre not a person to me. Youโre property.โ
You whimpered.
He chuckled.
โYou want to belong to me, donโt you?โ
You nodded, shame and arousal twisting in your gut like a vice.
โSay it.โ
โIโฆ I want to belong to you.โ
โSay it right.โ
โI want to be yours,โ you whispered. โI want to be your property. Yourโ your thing.โ
He purred, pleased.
โGood boy.โ
Then he let go of your hair and stood again. You looked up at him โ his tall, broad figure, cock still semi-hard, muscles slick with sweat and power. He looked down at you like he was inspecting a collarless animal.
โI should put something on you,โ he muttered, almost to himself. โSo everyone knows youโre mine. A tag. A brand. Maybe a collar around that pretty little throat.โ
You shivered at the thought.
โWould you wear it?โ he asked. โWalk behind me on a leash? Sit at my feet like a good pet?โ
โYes,โ you said without hesitation. โPlease.โ
His grin was vicious.
โYouโd crawl through blood just to lap cum from my boots, wouldnโt you?โ
You nodded again.
โYou donโt need a name anymore,โ he added. โYouโre not a man. Youโre mine. My thing. My hole. My pet.โ
And in that moment, you believed it.
Not because he fucked it into you. But because there was nothing left.
You were stripped of pride, of resistance, of dignity โ and all that remained was the heat in your belly when you obeyed. When he used you. When he called you his.
Sukuna leaned in one last time, dragged his tongue slowly up the side of your face, then spit in your hair.
โStay,โ he ordered.
And you did.
You didnโt move as he walked away, bare feet echoing off the stone floor โ leaving you there: used, broken, filthyโฆ and owned.
This is part of my Sukuna x Male!Reader One Shot Series on ao3
Sukuna divider credit >> @miscellaneous-misty
Art by @innaillus
โ Sukuna x Male Reader
(Dead Dove | Dubcon | Breeding)
Part 1 here
โ ๏ธ Content Warnings
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
NSFW. Dubcon. Mirror play. Light bondage. Degrading dirty talk. Breeding kink. Spitting. Power imbalance. Oral fixation. Reader is male, submissive, and humiliated.
This is non-romantic, power-heavy, predatory sex. Tags arenโt for decoration. Sukuna is not soft here โ and neither is this.
He fucks you in front of a mirror so you can see exactly how pathetic youโve become.
You donโt ask for mercy.
You know he doesnโt grant it.
Youโre dragged to the floor by the collar of your shirt, and the room around you spins โ unfamiliar. Not yours. His. A room conjured from whatever cursed domain heโs built inside your body, lit by flickering candlelight and one massive wall-length mirror.
He forces you to your knees in front of it.
You look up.
Your reflection stares back โ wide-eyed, flushed, panting already. You look like prey. You look like his.
That makes him grin.
โLook at you. Like a bitch waiting to be bred.โ
Your arms are bound behind you with a cursed wrapping โ black and red, pulsing slightly like itโs alive. You could fight it, but not for long. Not with Sukuna pacing behind you, stroking himself lazily like heโs deciding where to use you first.
โYouโll sit there,โ he says, voice thick with amusement, โand take what I give you. I want you to watch every second of how fucking pathetic you look when Iโm inside you.โ
He grabs your jaw, fingers digging in so hard it aches. Then spits directly into your mouth.
โSwallow it.โ
You do. You have to. His grip doesnโt let you move until your throat works around it, and then he hums in approval โ pleased, smug, aroused.
Then he kneels behind you. You feel the head of his cock press between your cheeks, already wet with pre. He doesnโt slick you up. Doesnโt ask. Just grabs your hips and drives in all at once.
You scream.
Eyes wide. Legs kicking as your body tightens violently around him.
But his grip is iron.
โThere it is,โ he hisses, biting into your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. โThat squeeze. You pretend to hate it, but your body remembers me.โ
Each thrust is punishing, timed perfectly with the filth spilling from his mouth. The mirror shows everything: your knees slipping on the floor, your back arching, your cock leaking with zero contact.
Youโre being bred, and he makes sure you know it.
โYou see that?โ
โLook at the way your hole takes me. So fucking desperate, clenching like youโre afraid Iโll leave it empty.โ
He forces your head up, grabbing a fistful of your hair so you canโt look away.
Your face in the mirror is wrecked. Drool on your chin. Eyes glassy. Youโre moaning, broken, thighs trembling.
He loves it.
โYouโre lucky Iโm not making you say โthank you.โ But maybe I will when I fill you up.โ
He fucks harder โ hips slamming into you with obscene force, balls slapping against your ass, pace unrelenting. Your knees go numb. Your cock drips onto the floor in strings.
Youโre going to come. You know it.
โThatโs it,โ he growls, โmake a mess. I want to see you come without a single touch, like the good little cumdump you are.โ
You do.
You explode, body convulsing violently, helpless and overstimulated โ cock twitching, seed splattering the mirror and floor.
You cry out. And Sukuna laughs.
Then he finishes inside you, fucking deep with a growl that echoes in your spine, holding you down as thick heat floods your guts. You feel him throb. Pulsing. Claiming. Marking you from the inside again.
He stays buried inside, grinding slowly, making sure none of it leaks out.
โKeep it in. Youโll hold every drop, or Iโll fuck it back into you.โ
You pant against the mirror, forehead slick with sweat, face soaked in spit and tears and shame.
And behind you, he presses a kiss to your spine โ mockingly gentle โ before pulling out with a wet slap and admiring the wreckage.
โBeautiful. Letโs do it again.โ
Sukuna divider credit >> @miscellaneous-misty
Art by [ ? ] - edited by cleaveskn on dc
โ Sukuna x Male!Reader
(Dead Dove | Dubcon | NSFW)
Character: Ryomen Sukuna
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
NSFW. Dubcon. Power imbalance. Body possession. Rough sex. Internal cum. Overstimulation. Choking. Breeding kink. Mocking. Non-romantic. Sukuna is a sadist. Reader is male and submissive under duress.
This is not fluff. This is not love. This is obsession and ruin.
Scroll away if youโre not here for this kind of darkness. You were warned.
He waits until youโre alone to crawl back into your skin.
Itโs always when youโre weakest.
After battle. After blood loss. After youโve dropped to your knees in exhaustion and you let your guard slip just long enough for him to step in. You feel him stretch through your limbs like smoke with teeth, crawling up your throat, wrapping around your spine like a leash.
And thenโheโs behind you.
Noโฆ in you.
You hear his voice before you feel his hands.
โStill fighting it? You really are adorable.โ
You try to resist.
Try to speak, to bite back, to shut your thighs โ but his hand is already between them, cupping your cock with a mocking grip, stroking it like it belongs to him.
โAlways so sensitive.โ
โAlways pretending youโre not hard for me.โ
You gasp as he jerks you roughly, spit-slick and punishing, thumb pressing into the slit of your cock with cruel precision. You hate how fast you react. How your hips betray you. How Sukuna laughs when your cock twitches in his grip.
Then he pushes you down โ face into the mattress, ass in the air โ like youโre a toy heโs grown bored of playing gently with.
You hear his belt snap.
Feel the weight of him settle on your back.
And then โ heโs inside you.
No warning. No prep. Just raw, blistering stretch.
You choke. Muscles clamp down. It burns โ too deep, too thick โ but Sukuna doesnโt stop. Doesnโt slow down. He grabs your hips like handles and slams in harder, rutting into you like a beast in heat.
โTight. Fuck.โ
โThis body was made for me. You were made for me.โ
Your face is buried in the sheets, your moans half-screams, half-sobs โ and he relishes every sound. He drags one hand up your spine, claws raking your skin, while the other slips around to your throat and squeezes.
โBreathe when I tell you to.โ
Your cock throbs untouched as he fucks you deeper โ claiming you from the inside out, each thrust slapping skin against skin, loud and wet and obscene. The bed creaks. The air stinks of sex and sweat and him.
And worst of all: your body likes it.
You hate it.
You hate how close you are. How your body pulses around him, clenching desperately, traitorously.
โGo on,โ he growls into your ear. โCome for me. Let me ruin you right.โ
Your climax rips through you like lightning. You scream into the sheets as your cock spills, untouched, the pleasure unbearable โ too much, too sharp. You feel him laugh as your body tightens around his cock and he thrusts in one last time, deep and final, as he spills inside you.
Hot. Endless. Claiming.
You both collapse forward, his breath sticky on your nape, his cum dripping out of you in heavy, humiliating pulses.
But he doesnโt let go.
He licks a stripe up your neck, hand stroking your belly possessively as if he can feel his seed taking root.
โNext time,โ he purrs, โIโll fuck you in front of a mirror. I want you to see how good you look when youโre being ruined.โ
You donโt answer.
Canโt.
Youโre still twitching. Still shaking. Still stuffed full of him.
And he stays inside you a while longer โ not because he needs to.
But because he can.
Sukuna divider credit >> @miscellaneous-misty
Art by [ ? ] - edited by cleaveskn on dc
Thereโs no room for affection in Sukunaโs touch, only dominion. Sex is another form of violence to him: tearing, biting, breaking. Heโs not a lover. Heโs a predator.
Expect to be pinned, stretched, and ruined โ your consent is not considered. Itโs a performance of power.
The second mouth on his stomach is not ornamental. It licks, bites, and feeds โsometimes during the act, sometimes on you.
Sukuna doesnโt just want to fuck you โ he wants to own you on a cellular level.
Heโll bite into your flesh mid-act, lapping up your blood like wine. Itโs intimate, in the most horrifying way: to consume you is to keep you forever.
He prefers you alive and screaming, but donโt think he wouldnโt get off to a corpse if he broke you beyond repair.
He calls it โdevotionโ โ that you should offer yourself to him in every way: body, soul, and meat.
Heโll carve symbols into your skin while whispering curses in a tongue no human should understand. Pain is part of the rhythm.
The blood that runs down your legs isnโt just from being torn open โ itโs part of the ceremony. He believes youโre a sacred vessel. A living altar.
Your wrists are bruised from the way he holds them above your head, pinning you to the cold stone floor of his domain like prey caught in a trap. Sukunaโs body cages yours completelyโheat radiating off him in waves, the weight of his presence suffocating and addicting all at once.
โYou begged for this,โ he growls, mouth dragging over the shell of your ear. โNow take it.โ
His thrusts are punishing, each one forcing you further up the altar he's laid you on like some helpless offering. You're spread open, legs trembling, vision hazy from overstimulation. Your cock is hardโleaking, untouchedโand Sukuna loves it that way. He watches it bounce with every ruthless thrust, loves how desperate you look, aching for friction and release.
A second set of hands snakes down, wrapping around your cock, just to tease. He spits in his palm, strokes you slowโtaunting, cruelโand your whole body jerks.
โPathetic,โ he sneers, voice dripping with amusement. โHard just from getting fucked like this? What a filthy little thing you are.โ
You sob through a moan, body arching as he angles his hips deeper. He jerks you lazily while his cock hammers into you, just enough to push you closer to the edgeโbut never enough to let you fall over it.
โYou belong to me,โ Sukuna hisses. His tongue trails across your cheek, tasting salt and sweat. โMine. Say it.โ
You gasp the wordsโ"Yours, I'm yours"โbarely coherent, your voice cracking, but it's enough. Sukuna laughs, dark and low, and you feel his pace stutter, his grip on your cock tightening as he fucks you straight into ruin.
He doesnโt pull out. He never does. Sukuna finishes deep inside you with a vicious snarl, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he cums. Marking you. Claiming you. Like a beast laying ownership.
Your cock spills untouched, your body convulsing under his weightโyour release messy between your stomach and his palm. He pulls back slowly, watching it drip from your tip with a smirk.
When he finally lets go, your body slumps beneath himโused, aching, utterly wrecked. He watches you, breathing hard, eyes dark with something feral and unreadable.
Then, one handโgentle, surprisinglyโbrushes hair from your damp forehead. โYou did well,โ he murmurs. Almost soft. โYou always do.โ
But you know this isnโt over.
Not even close.
Sukuna divider credit >> @miscellaneous-misty
Art by [ ? ]
NSFW | Sukuna x Reader | Darkfic-Inspired Headcanons.
Themes include dubcon/noncon, sadism, possession, blood kink, and general depravity. This is not a soft Sukuna. This is the curse in his pure, cruel glory.
If thatโs what youโre here for... welcome to the shrine.
If not, scroll while you still can.
เผ๏ธ "Mine, even if you scream otherwise."
Sukuna doesnโt do affectionโhe does ownership. You donโt "sleep" with him; you get claimed. Marked by his cursed energy, your body feels like it remembers him even when you try to forget. Bruises, bite marks, and blood-streaked thighs are his signature.
เผ๏ธ Blood turns him on.
In battle or bed, Sukuna is aroused by carnage. If youโre woundedโespecially because of himโit only heightens his hunger. Heโll lick blood from your skin like itโs wine, growling against your throat as he reminds you how fragile you are.
เผ๏ธ He uses his domain like a cage.
When he wants you alone, he doesnโt ask. He traps you in Malevolent Shrine, with every exit shut. Time moves differently there. A moment outside might mean hours with him insideโscreaming, begging, breaking. And he loves that.
เผ๏ธ โConsentโ is a word he mocks.
Heโll leer at your resistance, call it cute, even enticing. The more you fight, the more excited he gets. If you beg him to stop, he might slow downโfor a second. Just to see your hope riseโฆ then crush it again.
เผ๏ธ Cursed energy sex = overstimulation.
His power seeps into every touch. He can hold your limbs down with invisible pressure, numb your body just enough to keep you conscious, and make every orgasm hit like lightning. Youโll cry out from both pain and pleasureโuntil you forget which is which.
เผ๏ธ He talks while fucking you.
Not sweet nothingsโtaunts.
โStill trying to crawl away? Youโll be limping for a week.โ
Or, โMoaning like a whore for the same man you said you hated? Pathetic.โ
His voice is low, mocking, amusedโฆ and terrifyingly calm.
เผ๏ธ He doesnโt care about aftercareโbut he does enjoy your tears.
He'll watch you curl up, sore and trembling, with a satisfied grin. If you cry? Heโll call it proof that you needed him. โLook at you. Broken already. Good.โ No comfort. Just twisted pleasure.
เผ๏ธ He sees no difference between punishment and sex.
Disobedient? Youโll be bent over stone, legs spread and shaking, while his claws dig into your hips. Youโll be raw and ruined by the time heโs done. But the worst part? Youโll crave him again.
เผ๏ธ He leaves part of himself inside youโliterally.
Whether itโs a cursed seal, a sigil on your womb, or a sliver of his energy embedded in your soul, heโll make sure no one else can touch you without consequence. If someone tries? Theyโll die screaming. He made sure of it.
เผ๏ธ He feeds on your pleasureโฆ but never gives it freely.
Heโll edge you until youโre sobbing, keep you caged in your own body while he uses you. You donโt get to come until he says so. And when you finally do? Heโll laugh at how desperate you were for it.
