skulliva

ew!! keep those thoughts to urself!

[skulliva]

writing 4 fun

if men ain’t whimpering for chubby girls, what’s the point of having them around?

——

master list

obey me

mammon

mistakes happen

beelzebub [beel]

reel him in

jujutsu kaisen

hiromi higuruma

key to relieving work stress

sukuna ryomen

how to get over your ex

[skulliva]

how to get over your ex

(sukuna ryomen x fem!reader)

content: 18+

——

this was the last time.

each time you said it, you swore your boyfriend just laughed in your face. and each time you took him back.

you knew he wasn’t good for you: lying, cheating, taking your money. you knew a good boyfriend didn’t do that, but you still went back anyways. he was comfort in ways you couldn’t express. a fantasized version in your head you held on to - which kept you from searching for a new relationship.

but this beautiful picture shattered. he left his phone behind in haste of leaving the house. in your mind, you didn’t want to think the worst, but you always knew. this was the third time he disappeared this week. his phone blowing up with suggestive messages for you to witness was your final straw.

you didn’t know if he left it there to tease you. taunt you. remind you of what you once had.

the rage you felt was immense. your ears and face red with an expression that could murder someone if prompted. but that expression morphed into a state of determination. you needed your shit out of this crappy apartment now. you. were. done.

you surveyed the room before you. most of the stuff you had bought, but you’d let him keep it - not that he can afford the apartment by himself anyways.

you began packing all the necessities - clothing, makeup, toiletries; important items all shoved quickly in whatever bin, box or bag you could find. you wanted to be gone before he came back. no argument. no manipulated words to keep you from running. no more empty promises of change. no more him.

with the pile of items packed, you realized you were going to need help. you grabbed your phone and stepped on the porch.

who can i call?

that question repeated in your mind. it’s not like you had a support system to turn to.

you had no connection with your parents - they lived in a different area.

too far away.

you lost touch with your friends - they were sick of seeing you back with the same helpless guy after countless nights of expressing your grief.

too much drama.

sighing and shaking your head, you brought out a pack of marlboros.

after lighting and putting the cigarette to your lips, you felt a wave of calm fall over your body. you never smoke often, it’s a bad habit you kicked. but with a situation like this, you thought one was deserved.

opening your eyes, that you didn’t even realized you closed, you saw the perfect guy.

sukuna was just taking out the trash. he was adorned in a white wife beater and random basketball shorts, which showed off all the ink on his skin. his hair a mess as well as the random shoes he put on for the occasion.

not thinking he would be seen by anyone important, he threw the trash in the communal dumpster. a faint, familiar voice filled his ears as he looked around. up on the second floor he saw a familiar woman wave at him enthusiastically.

he knew the girl. it was his friend’s girlfriend.

you would chill at sukuna’s place with your boyfriend sometimes. he’s also seen you around the apartment complex a few times, but never made an effort to see you beyond that.

sukuna knew what your boyfriend did. always showing up to his place with random girls to ‘hide’. always having something negative to say about you. he, of course, felt bad about the situation. but they were friends, what was sukuna supposed to do?

despite this, sukuna always found you attractive. you never spoke much around him - usually your boyfriend doing all the talking for you. but physically, you were beautiful. not everyone’s cup of tea with a larger figure, but sukuna can admire what he likes.

you always had a small smile on your face despite your uncomfortable body language. your outfits hugged your figure in just the right way that made sukuna stare a little too long. your signature scent he has pinned to memory. he even jerked off to your image in his mind a few times after you left his apartment for the night. (not that he would ever admit to that - he was high and horny!)

surprised that your boyfriend would treat you in such a manner when he had such a pretty girl at his beck and call. ready to do anything for him. and the fact you always stayed made the pink haired man’s face contort with confusion.

but now you were waving for him to come over, smile on your face. sukuna doesn’t think he’s seen that expression around your boyfriend once. it was different. genuine. it made you even more attractive to him.

following your gestures, he allowed himself to walk up the stairs to your flat. you already met him in the doorway, door open. hair crazy, eyes red and puffy with tears - and was that snot in your nose?

with your destroyed apartment now in his view, he was even more confused. eyes drifting pass your figure in the doorframe, he thought a tornado ran through your residence. picture frames shattered on the floor. furniture turned upside down. random items in odd spots around the room.

“i need some help,” you politely smiled at him.

“i can see that. your apartment’s a disaster.” he stated flatly, not a big ‘nice words’ guy. “if you’re asking for help you got the wrong guy. i don’t clean.”

already turning his back to the situation, you quickly grabbed him by his tattooed bicep and forced him to look at you. his eyes quickly found yours again, your smile still present.

“no silly, i don’t need your help cleaning,” you laughed it off, “i need your help bringing my things to my car.” you moved aside and pointed at the boxes and bags of your stuff in the middle of the room - tall, amongst the chaos.

sukuna yanked his arm away from your grasp. “i don’t do charity work, mama. ask your boyfriend.”

you scoffed at him, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “i’m asking you because i don’t have a boyfriend to help.”

this startled him more than before. you’ve never left before. your boyfriend would come to sukuna and talk his ear off about his girl: the fight they had, how he was talking to another girl anyways, and that you obviously took him back immediately. it was like clockwork at least once every two weeks.

but that was his friend. sukuna knew him and how he acted. was he proud to have a friend like that? no. but the pink haired brute already had a small circle - not many people could put up with him and his brash attitude.

but you? he never heard it from your mouth. you’ve barely spoken a word to him even when you and your boyfriend would come over to his place all the time. this is the first time he’s seen you so expressive.

“must be for good then, right?” he grumbled, expression back to his resting-angry-face.

“yes i’m sick of him,” your voice grew louder with each word, “no good son of a bitch. i’m sick of him and his stupid playboy attitude!”

after your little fit about your (now old) relationship, you turn back to sukuna realizing you’re directing your anger at the wrong person. yet, he listened to your woes without a word or change of expression on his face.

“anyways sorry about that,” you had felt a little embarrassed for your uncontrollable emotions; you’re mentally everywhere right now. “can you please help me carry that stuff down?” you begged, giving him your best ‘puppy eyes’, “it’s heavy.”

“again ma, i don’t do charity work, you’re gonna have to call someone else.” sukuna stood firm in his belief.

“please sukuna,” you grabbed his shoulders looking at him straight in the eyes, “i’ll do anything you want! give you anything you want! i don’t have much time i need to be gone before he comes back.”

sukuna pondered for a second, then ultimately agreed. how could he say no to you when you looked so sexy begging him to lift some boxes.

you breathed a big sigh of relief and joy. “thank you sukuna, i promise i’ll make it worth your while.”

for the next half and hour sukuna helped bring all your stuff into your car. it, surprisingly, fit all snug like a puzzle. you closed the trunk and made your way back up to your apartment.

by the time you got back up to your apartment and shut the door, sukuna was drinking a bottle of water in the tiny kitchen. he was coated with a thin layer of sweat from lifting boxes up and down steep stair steps.

“you know,” you started to tease him, “you’re a great listener sukuna. it’s one of your better qualities.”

he scoffed looking annoyed.

“and you finally breaking up with your shitty boyfriend is a good quality too.”

you started laughing at his words, wiping a tear that was forming. his dry humor and inability to get social cues put a smile on your face.

“yeah i hope so,” you said in between giggles, “although it should’ve happened sooner.”

“i could’ve told you that,” he stated, crushing his water bottle and throwing it toward the overflowed trash bin. a small thud could be heard as it fell off the pile and onto the floor.

sukuna reached to grab the bottle and you told him to leave it. “my ex can deal with the mess.”

a small silence followed the short conversation. until you, of course, spoke up again.

“anyways,” you started, looking sukuna directly in the eyes, “although i know you didn’t wanna do this work for free - i appreciate the help, i really do. thank you sukuna.”

you heard a grunt in acknowledgment from him.

“here, lemme give you my number so we can settle your end of the agreement.” you spoke, reaching for your phone.

sukuna realized he left his phone at home because of the original mission of quickly taking out the trash. you glanced around the kitchen. finding a solution to his issue, you saw and picked up a random pen from the countertop (so convenient!).

you grabbed his forearm with more delicate hands than previously. you could feel the sweat on his skin - the toned muscle too.

sukuna couldn’t help but tense his arm, making his muscle tone more defined. he never expected you to grab his arm again. he was starting to think you liked it or something.

bodies close together, you finished writing the last number and put the pen down. you blew on his arm, quick cool breaths that made a shiver go down his back.

“there,” you smiled, “that way it doesn’t rub off so easily.”

sukuna didn’t even know what to think.

‘i mean obviously how else will i get in touch with her?’ he said he wanted something in return. why was this making his ears turn red?

“you’re seriously giving your boyfriend’s - well ex now - friend your number?”

“i guess so,” you shrugged, “why are you gonna prank call me? sign me up for the army or something?”

“no,” he cracked a smile (more like a smirk), “you’re too weak for that. you can’t even lift some boxes down the stairs.”

“sukuna! those boxes were heavy and you know it!” you feigned offense.

“those were as light as a feather,” he continued to taunt, “i could do that all again with you riding on my back.”

you rolled your eyes at the obvious exaggerated remark. “do you want another bottle of water? i know you drank your other one pretty quick.”

sukuna nodded his head.

so, you opened the fridge as sukuna stood in the corner of kitchen. the cold water bottles on the bottom shelf made you bend at the hips, ass on full display.

sukuna just remembered; you’re fucking sexy. even if you were a ‘mess’, you were gorgeous. he couldn’t get over how your hair fell in an effortless style. the hearty laugh you let out to one of his blunt remarks. you even had a simple, but sexy black night gown hugging all the right areas. your clothes always fit just right. almost like he can envision you without them on.

the position lasted 5 seconds at best, but he wish it could be longer. maybe 5 hours would quench his thirst.

snapping out of his thoughts when you put the chilled bottle in his hand. “here’s that water,” you said, attempting to open your own bottle.

sukuna nodded with a quick ‘thanks’. opening the plastic lid, he gulped down half his water.

stopping for a breather, he realized that you were still struggling to get your own bottle open.

“here,” he grabbed the bottle from your hands and broke the seal in one quick motion. handing it back to you, bottle in one hand, cap in the other.

“thanks again sukuna,” you took a sip of your cold water, “hopefully i don’t have to pay you for that favor either.”

“that one,” he winked, “is on the house.” he guzzled down the rest of the water in his bottle, crushed it, and threw it in the vicinity of the trash bin.

that’s when a bold thought came across sukuna’s mind.

“although, i think there is something that you could do for me as payment.”

“what is it? another water bottle?” you joked.

“nah,” he shut that idea down and used his pointer finger to point to his lips. “what about a kiss from a pretty lady.”

“well i’m gonna have to find someone to help fufill that deal for you. i don’t think anyone around here can help with that at the moment.”

“oh shut up,” sukuna spat, tired of the self-deprecation talk. “you know i’m talking about you.”

this time you really were shocked. you never would expect an answer like that from him. was this a one off thing? did he even have a thing for you? but he barely talked to you before. this has to be a joke. a test for your boyfriend even.

“i don’t know sukuna,” you stood frozen in place, unable to think of a complete answer.

he took a step toward you, eyes hungry like a predator looking at pray. “come on princess,” he kept inching closer, till his hot breath was inches away from your face, “it’s just a kiss. all your debt will be paid and you can be on your merry way.”

it sounded too good to be true.

you had just unofficially broke up with your long-term boyfriend. ‘what’s a little kiss? i could use something to get over him’, you reasoned with yourself.

against your better judgment you gave in.

you breathed out a sigh and blinked a few times to collect your thoughts. “alright,” you stuttered, all teasing and confidence out the window. “just a kiss.”

that’s all sukuna needed to hear.

with both of his large hands, he grabbed your face. your eyes were closed and lips puckered in anticipation.

yet, he hesitated. the sukuna was flustered over a little ‘thank-you-kiss’ from his friend’s ex-girlfriend? yeah right.

because of the pause you thought sukuna was joking. just a sick prank on you to get back at you for your ex right? so it was a test after all.

you went to open your eyes but then two lips met yours.

once.

twice.

a third?

his hands snaked farther to the back of your head, and you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it. he was a good kisser. he kissed with so much fever and passion it made you wonder if he did have a thing for you.

now you and sukuna were fully making out. lips dancing together in a shared rhythm. saliva collecting in the corner of your mouth as your tongue was being conquered by his.

your hands slowly found his body. hands tracing along his strong, toned arms to cup his even stronger shoulders. from there, your fingers found his tousled hair, flattening the untamed mane.

while your lips continued to interlock, sukuna needed to feel you up. even if nothing happened between you two, he definitely needed some imagery for his late night sessions.

sukuna began panting like a hungry dog. his hands slowly tracing your skin.

lower he grabbed your tits, the mounds spilling out of his hands.

lower he traveled to your waist and belly, gripping and massaging at the fat and ticklish parts of your sides.

lower he trailed down to your love handles. your breath caught in your throat.

watching you shiver as he made physical contact with your insecurities, sukuna took note of this. so he kept going.

sukuna’s fingers dug into skin, matching the fever from the pace of his lips. nailprints left underneath your nightgown’s thin fabric. mind left tingling.

this, made you moan into the kiss.

sukuna quickly pulled away from your mouth, saliva still connecting the both of you.

you looked at him embarrassed - not just because you let out an intimate sound, but because he pulled away immediately after.

sukuna, not thinking about the whirlwind happening in your head, stared at you in hunger. his tall frame bent over to kiss your smaller figure. he was just admiring the view before, but that sound drew him in like a siren’s melody.

‘i don’t think i can stop at just a kiss,’ he thought, feeling the growth in his loose shorts.

“i’m sorry i didn’t-“ you started to apologize, but it was cut off by another deep kiss and hip squeeze.

sukuna broke the kiss, hands still traveling along your body. turned on by every new sensation.

“don’t apologize,” he pecked the side of your mouth, “i’m so turned on right now.”

while continuing to exchange saliva, sukuna stripped to his boxers, clothes littered on the kitchen floor. his muscular physique, lined with his inked body art, on full display to your prying eyes. you couldn’t be more excited spotting his dark pink happy trail above his boxers.

never would you have thought that your ex-boyfriend’s hot friend would want to fuck you. it’s not like you had a crush him or anything, but you can admit when you found a guy attractive.

to you, sukuna did not give off the aura that he was into girls with your body type. tits full with back rolls to match. thighs that touch no matter what position you find yourself in. stretch marks that made themselves known on your soft, supple skin.

you were insecure about these things for the longest time - thinking it was the reason your boyfriend would cheat on you. and now you’re finding this belief to be incorrect. you just have to find someone that will worship you how you already are.

while leading sukuna down the small hallway (loosing your nightgown in the process), you made it to your empty bedroom. the bed was still standing with the blankets and sheets already on the ground from an earlier breakdown.

sukuna sat on the empty bed and beckoned you onto his lap.

“come on woman, i don’t got all day.”

you hesitate, insecurities washing over you. ‘i can’t sit on him. i’m too heavy for that.’

sensing your insecurity, the pink haired brute grabbed you by the waist and plopped you onto his lap where you could feel his hardon. your panties were absolutely soaked.

“whatcha waiting for?” he smirked. “scared?”

his lips found yours again.

you weren’t wearing a bra, and with your tits proud on display without your nightgown, sukuna’s hands massaged them. one hand per breast. fingers pinching and twirling your sensitive nipples, eliciting a satisfied moan from you. sukuna feeling you shiver with newfound pleasure.

damn sukuna was good at this.

giving you one last kiss on your lips, he trailed kisses along your chin and neck. he nipped and sucked at the exposed skin. marks from his teeth visually apparent on your flesh. all while your hands still traveled through his smooth locks, egging him on.

he kissed down your neck, sternum, all the way to your breast. after leaving a few hickies and love bites along your tit, he finally made his way to your nipple. while holding your tissue steady in one hand, sukuna’s tongue circled your perky bud - teeth grazing the most sensitive areas.

you let out a whimper when he decided you had gone through enough teasing; finally putting your nipple in his mouth and slowly started sucking. his other hand busy at work on your other breast, flicking and massaging your bud.

the sucking motion he used was heaven. your eyes exploded out of their sockets at the quick sequence of events. it felt like he was fully making out with your nipple.

your hands now held sukuna’s head tight in place, mouth right on your nipple - like sukuna would ever dare of stopping.

your ex never reached for your, very available, tits. he rarely focused on heightening your own pleasure. never physically exploring the body you graced him with; more focused on his own quick nut.

sukuna’s movements made your head spin. sensations and tingles you never felt before. it was exciting.

with a small pop! he pulled your perky bud out of his mouth. without a second in between, he latched onto the other sensitive and needy bud, repeating the motion on the other nipple.

you were in total bliss. you have moaned more in the time sukuna has taken to worship your tits than you have faking an orgasm for your ex-boyfriend. why did you stay with him again?

completely off in a fantasy world, you didn’t realize sukuna picked your frame off of his lap. you left his hold, grunting as he threw you on the bed behind him.

while struggling to regain your thoughts, he slapped the side of your thigh, motioning you to flip over onto your stomach. your face smooshed against a decorative pillow. sukuna’s eyes enraptured with the sight of your back. sweat that sparkled across your skin. your fat resting in all the perfect places. perfect for him to grab fistfulls of while fucking you from behind.

“fuck, you’re so sexy,” he spoke deep and raspy, making you clench at his tone.

sukuna traced along your back, engraving every part of you into his mind. every roll. every fat deposit. all your stretch marks and dark bruising (from him) littering your skin.

his fingers traced your sides, focusing on the sensitive areas he located before. sukuna started kissing your nape. the sweet, sweat coating your skin was addicting to his tastebuds.

he kissed and nipped from your neck down your spinal cord. you twitched while he used his long, tattooed fingers to massage and ease the nerves right out of you.

you felt his palm snake to the center of your spine, pushing down on your upper back. sukuna had you in a full back arch, perfect angle for him to see your ass at a desired height. you finally felt small compared to his large muscular body.

he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, wanting so bad to rush and split you open - fuck you senseless. but sukuna didn’t want to fuck up his chance with you.

“all this,” he smacked you on the ass, “just for me?”

you nodded your head against the pillow as he kneaded the raw flesh, which was now turning red. he didn’t smack you hard, just testing the waters. sukuna wanted to handle you with care. but he couldn’t lie, he loved this view.

“uh, uh,” he clicked his tongue. another SMACK! delivered to your other ass check, “i need words. how can i know what you like if you don’t tell me, woman?”

you let out a whimper at the harsher contact, “yes,” you felt him knead the sensitive skin, “it’s all yours.”

you could practically hear him smirk after the words left your lips.

as sukuna hovered over you, lips pressed over your moisturized skin from your neck all the way down your spine. calloused hands moved to hold firm onto your waist, keeping it held up to his crotch. both of you separated by thin, wet fabric.

as his kisses got lower, his hands on your waist moved to slowly peel off your soaked panties. they were a cute pair - cheeky, purple with a white trim and a bow. although, they now accompanied a pair of red boxers on the floor.

a large figure moved to fully loom over you - muscular arms caging you in while his chiseled abdomen grazed against your arched back. your bodies millimeters apart from one another, each covered in sweat and need.

anticipation built in your gut as sukuna’s thumb started rubbing your slit, slow. so painfully slow. the squelching of your pussy speaking praises to sukuna’s teasing touch.

he kept dipping a finger into your entrance, but never fully committing. teasing you and testing your patience.

“sukunaaaa,” you whined out, not used to the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“i know my pretty girl,” he reassured, while kissing your shoulder, his abs pressed against her back. “only i can make this pussy dripping wet.”

he then focused his attention to your clit. his thumb rubbing slow circles on the enlarged organ. no true rhythm but pleasing to feel nonetheless. you didn’t know sukuna was so passionate about giving you so much pleasure.

he continued to make out with your neck and shoulders, producing even darker spots than before.

you started to spasm. legs shaking as you panted between your moaning. you felt the knot in your stomach form, eyes closing in ecstasy.

“oh fuck,” you moaned, long and drawn out.

sukuna could put the pieces together that you were cumming soon - which is exactly why his fingers abruptly stopped.

you groaned out in frustration. and here you thought he was so passionate about you and your pleasure.

instead of giving an explanation, his cock slid between your folds. your cunt throbbed.

“i can’t have you tapping out just yet, mama.”

as sukuna lubed up his cock against you, his arm wrapped around your neck - draped over like a loose piece of fabric. bicep against your head while your chin rested on his forearm. effectively trapping you in place.

he licked your in ear in preparation, laughing when you shivered at his wet muscle.

his precum was mixing with your slick that was dripping all around your pussy. he rubbed his tip up and down again, continuing to teasing your nerves.

“‘kuna,” you pleaded, hands gripping his forearm for support. “please, i need you so bad.”

“you do now?” he questioned you, smirk present on his handsome face.

you nodded your head that was on top his forearm, nails digging into his tattoos. “yes, no more teasing, please.”

“alright,” he stroked his cock, using your juices as lubricant. “whatever the princess wants, the princess gets.”

sukuna lined his tip up to your entrance and slowly slid it past the opening. just the feeling of him entering you made you both let out a guttural moan.

inch by inch you felt him. you didn’t see him fully before because of your position, but you sure were feeling it. the girth alone splitting you open.

you hear sukuna panting in your ear. loose moans escaping as he shoved his member farther in your cunt. you were fucking tight.

you felt the arm around your head squeeze tighter, effectively locking you in place. your nails scratching at his arm making tiny drops of blood form.

“you’re so tense,” his finger running back down to your clit to slow rub circles. “loosen up, i’m not fully in yet.”

really? man, he was huge.

after relaxing a bit from this touch, sukuna fully bottomed out. you felt his pelvis in contact with your butt. his hips parted with your ass and quickly slammed them into each other. again. and again. and again. slowly picking up a rhythm.

his thrusts didn’t start quick, but still packed a punch. his technique was deadly. all while his arm still squeezed at your neck, heightening your sexual senses.

he found your g-spot in no time. focusing his cock into a rhythmic trajectory for abusing the nerves. you became a moaning mess. unable to think straight.

“i know baby,” sukuna coos in your ear. he thrusts his hips again, even deeper this time. “i know you like it. i know you can take it.”

of course, it falls on deaf ears. you are already far too gone. drunk on sukuna’s cock in no time. it’s like he knew and pressed all the buttons that just make you melt.

the way he handled you with such care. causing you pleasure from meaningful touches. he learned your body quickly and molded himself to fit you, unlike your ex-

“what the fuck is going on?” you heard a familiar voice shriek. oh shit.

‘so much for leaving before he got back.’

you were quickly brought out of your bliss at the startling position you found yourself in: your personal stuff gone, apartment a mess and your ex-boyfriend’s friend, balls deep inside you.

trying to wiggle out of sukuna’s grasp from embarrassment, you tried coming up with an excuse to keep some form of dignity.

“it’s not what it looks like - oh fuck.” sukuna’s tip rammed into your g-spot. hard. your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head falls back onto sukuna’s forearm. ass and cervix still meeting sukuna’s abuse.

now you were out of commission. not able to give an answer, or even another thought, to your ex-partner.

sukuna though, has yet to pause his thrusts. he’s even going a little bit faster now, loosing the controlled rhythm.

“are you done staring?” sukuna remarks between pants, “can’t you see we’re busy?”

your boyfriend was even more shocked at his friend than anything.

“well you can have the fat bitch anyways.” his tone lowered in insecurity, hearing you moan in ways he’s never heard of before. deep throaty moans that he knows will make you wake up with a sore throat in the morning.

“we are done!” your, now official ex-boyfriend, storms to the bedside table, grabs his phone, “both of you!” and stomps out of the room.

you heard the front door slam shut. another picture frame fell off the wall from the force.

your moans continued into sukuna’s strong, tattooed forearm. his warm skin muffling the sound.

“i left him a little present from us,” sukuna admitted as kisses your temple. “i took a photo earlier while you were more fucked out. thought he’d want a little parting gift.”

as he said before, he really did feel sorry for you. this was just his way of helping.

“a night he wont forget for a while.” he groaned, hips speeding up. his balls slapping against your clit in uneven vibrations.

the knot you felt in your lower abdomen suddenly grew.

“and i’m sure you wont either.”

before you could even warn sukuna, you already came on his cock. lights danced behind your eyes. this orgasm had you looking into another universe.

you hated how you were vulnerable putty in sukuna’s large, gentle hands.

quick pulses of your walls caused him to slow his pace. nails fully dug into his skin drawing major blood. sukuna’s cock throbbed at the pain in his arm. teeth sinking into your earlobe.

“oh shit baby… you’re so tight. makes me never want to leave this pussy alone.”

you nodded your head, not truely understanding what sukuna was saying.

removing his arm and freeing you from a headlock after a minute or two, sukuna knelt on the bed in an upright position.

you responded with a moan from the removal of his cock in your womb. pussy clenching around nothing because of the missing mass.

“come on baby, we aren’t finished yet.” sukuna ran his fingers through your scalp - hair wet from sweat. “we’re just getting started.”

his movements brining you back to reality. you picked up your head from the mattress as sukuna rolled your body, onto your back.

you panted hard from the life-changing orgasm sukuna just gave you. trying to pull yourself out of your thoughts, sukuna started to rub your clit again. you thrashed and tried to get away from his overstimulating touch. although, too weak to do so.

“mmm ‘kuna stoooop,” you tried to get the words out, “ ‘m sensitive.”

as he stood at the end of the bed, feet planted on the floor, sukuna’s palms found your love handles again. he dragged you along the bed and lifted your hips back up to his crotch - effective missionary position.

“you can handle it mama,” sukuna defended his actions, tip already lined up at your entrance again. “you need something to get your mind off your ex.”

his torso bent, predatory eyes in close proximity to yours. “i can help you.”

he wrapped your lips into another deep kiss as he rocked his hips back and forth. passing your entrance as your pussy gripped him back for more.

your was mind foggy for the rest of your night. but, your body felt every experience of pleasure and worship that night.

sukuna was right, you did need something to get your mind off your ex.

later into the night, sukuna fell asleep. after giving you countless amazing orgasms, he was out after round 4. snoring, not so silently, next to you.

he was a beast of a man - with the energy of one too. you thought he could go all night. he was about to go all night until you ran your fingers through his locks, soothing him and telling him it was okay to rest.

you saw in his eyes he was tired. he just needed a little encouragement.

you were a pillow princess all night long. he didn’t want it any other way. worshipping you like a queen was payment to him enough.

you turned your head to face away from sukuna’s peaceful, sleeping expression. your messy hair wildly rested on the pillow underneath your head.

‘i really hope this isn’t the last time.’

——

a/n: hi my lovelies. sorry for disappearing for like a month. lowkey got a new job and writing has been on the back burner. i’ve been working on this for about 2.5 weeks (screamed when tumblr didn’t save 2 hours of work) and finally decided to edit it.

also this is a little different from my usual style. to me, sukuna is just a dominant person and i dont think anyone can top his energy. however, i did my best to make him a yearner as replacement. (plus i’m ovulating and want a man to hold me in a headlock)

hope it was worth the wait, love u.

ciao

[skulliva]

key to relieving work stress

(higuruma hiromi x fem!reader)

content: 18+

——

footsteps heavy leading up to the door. fumbling with the keys, hiromi lets out a string of curses. he never has trouble finding his keys until after a stressful shift at work. finding the right key, he shoves it in the lock and turns it quickly.

he opened the door in the same motion of taking off both his shoes and expensive blazer. shutting the door behind him and giving a mental apology to his wife for leaving the entry way a mess, he walks into his shared home.

hiromi couldn’t catch a break today; back to back meetings, each one feeling like eternity - because grown men cannot agree on a single thing. not to mention the copy machine went down for a few hours, coffee spilt on his white dress shirt, dropping his binder on the floor in front of the new interns; the list just goes on.

all on hiromi’s mind was his wife. her soft curves plagued his mind all day. he missed her hugs. he missed the way she would kiss his nose and ‘boop’ it after. he missed her laughter. but most importantly he missed her pussy.

he pictured laying down while she hovered above him. he loved her teasing, although he would never admit that to her. they’re married, so he’s sure she already knows that.

he would want to grab her thighs, but she would just swat her hand at his attempts. “‘romi, you know i didn’t say you could touch, right?”

her sweet, yet stern, commands leaving his boxers feeling tighter.

back to the present with his figure planted in front of his bedroom door loosening his tie. he hesitated. it’s late, he realized, is she even awake at this hour?

“sweetie i know it’s late-“ he paused mid-sentence in the doorway. he found his wife sitting at the edge of their bed, startled by his sudden intrusion.

her hand held a brush mid-way through her wet hair, while her favorite show - forensic files - was playing low on the tv. she had just gotten out of the shower and into a cute - and comfy - matching cat pj set. (she’s been begging hiromi to get a cat for forever now - she’s a very good conviencer).

the smell of her floral and citrus soap wafted from the bathroom that connected to their master bedroom. his shoulders relaxed after hearing a “welcome home sweetheart. how was your day?”

he walked up to her sitting frame and buried his face into her neck.

“that bad, huh?” she murmured, kissing the side of his head while running her fingers through his hair.

he groaned into her neck and pushed his weight onto her body. her back hit the middle of the made bed while hiromi’s frame was on top of her. hiromi eagerly started to kiss and nip at her neck in haste.

“easy there boy,” she laughed at his hurried and horny state.

“please honey, i need this.” kiss.

“worst day at work.” kiss.

“i’ve been thinking of you all day.” nip.

“all day.” kiss.

continuing to massage his head she allowed him to keep going. his desperation was cute.

she knew her husband was having a terrible day when there wasn’t a response to her usual text sent on her lunch break. he always made an effort to respond even if he had to dodge a bullet to get to his phone. she just didn’t think he would be this feral getting home.

“mmm, i’m sure you were.” she started to rub his back in comfort.

hiromi doesn’t want to stop attacking her neck and collarbone. he desperately unbuttons her nightshirt kissing along each button’s old spot on her sternum. pulling down her night shorts and panties in a swift motion, he went back to his previous spot - nipping at her collarbone.

his wife grabs his hair and slowly eases him away from her neck.

“i’m trying to speak to you mister, but it seems you’re too busy,” she lightly scolds him.

“‘m sorry,” hiromi tries to register her words, now trying to paying attention. however, his eyes averted from her own, down to her neck and the marks he left. her whole upper body littered in purple bruising and teeth marks. he leaned forward again, drawn like a moth to a flame. entranced.

“come on baby,” she pulled on his loose tie, guiding him to stare at her warm face, “lemme take off your boxers and give you some head,” she kissed his temple. “you deserve a reward for making it through today,” she lightly pushed him off of her, unbuttoning his work pants and reaching down to his blue, cotton boxers.

“no,” he moaned out in protest. “no i need you on my face. please.”

“but hiromi, i want you to relax you had such a stressful day-“

“the only way i can relax is to eat your pussy. please, i need you to suffocate me.”

she laughed, thinking he was joking, “hiromi, let’s stop with the jokes,” she pushed him down with her palm. his limbs flat and spread out on the bed.

she reached for hiromi’s boxers again, licking her lips in preparation but again stopped from his protest.

“no,” sitting up, hiromi grabbed her thighs and pulled her body towards him. “i need to eat you out. i need my mind to go numb and wander. i only want you. all i can think about is you.”

shocked for the second time tonight she complies with his request. “only on one condition,” she mentioned, raising her pointer finger up.

“anything,” hiromi stared into her eyes, love and command present in each of his irises, “name it and i will do it for you.”

“no touching me unless i say so,” she hovered over him, palm rested on his chest while her pussy was glistening with her own slick, “you got that, pretty boy?”

“yes,” he let out of a moan from eyefucking her cunt - he’s been dreaming of this moment all day. “yes, i understand. just please, i need to taste you now.”

she sat down quick, much to his surprise. hiromi thought he would have to beg a little longer like he usually does, but he’s guessing his wife is taking pity on him after his rough day today. (which he isn’t complaining about.)

a second later he began eating his well deserved meal. he licked and slurped up his wife’s pussy, drool and wetness running down his chin.

his nose was massaging her clit, nerve endings on fire from his fast pace. she let out a quick yelp of surprise when he sped up the motion.

“‘romi,” she moaned his name like a prayer, hands finding his head and guiding it slowly. her bottom half rode up and down on his long, curved nose - her favorite part of being on top.

not even caring about air, he continued. his tongue finding any place to lick, danced feverishly with no plans of stopping. he allows his head to be grabbed, fucked and used by his wife. hiromi wouldn’t want it any other way.

his hands went to grab at her hips, flexing his digits around till he found her soft flesh. squeezing and trying to guide her hips at a faster pace, she pauses.

hiromi, completely fucked out, face wet, and mind elsewhere whimpered at the loss of weight on his face. “please come back,” he pleaded, raising his hands in an attempt to bring her back. his eyes opening to see your figure hovered above him again.

“hiromi,” she started, “what did i say?”

his eyes wide and guilty said it all.

“hiromi-“ she was cut off.

“i know what i did,” hiromi mumbled, “but please i need you so bad. all i wanna do is make you cum over and over. my body craves you. my hands need to feel my wife.”

she contemplated for a second but ultimately gave in, “just this time hiromi. i’m not going to be so nice next time.”

“thank you,” hiromi kissed her thigh, “thank you,” he kissed her other thigh. his hands moving along the backs of said thighs, tracing her stretch marks and squeezing her ass.

“thank you,” he let out a final time before she sat back down, clit perfectly angled on his nose. she moved her hips faster this time, no more teasing. she knew he was eager to please her and let him be.

again, his lips placed open mouth kisses on her labia. licking, sucking, and spiting are the only movements he could muster. he was completely lost in his wife’s cunt. not daring to stop.

he took her clit into his mouth and sucked, teasingly slow. she let out a soft moan and a “just like that ‘romi…. just like that.” her hands pushing the wet hair off his sweaty forehead.

as hiromi sucked slightly faster his hips thrusted upwards, unable to control his lower half. he moaned into her pussy, the taste of it divine.

the vibrations of the gesture caused a coil in her lower abdomen to snap. he heard a faint “…‘cumming,” while her hips picked up movement. her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, while her eyes rolled back to her skull. she hadn’t cum that hard in a while from just head alone.

hiromi, not paying attention to her recent orgasm kept going. no plans of stopping, even as his boxers were now stained a darker blue.

he really missed his wife.

——

a/n: ok so i finally wrote a little longer of a scene. as much as i love writing foreplay and super dominant women, i wanted to do something cute, sexy and domestic. like who doesn’t love married life with a stressed, pussy starved hiromi?

also still probs gonna write a part two with the beel fic (i love the premise sm) - but have a more dominant and cruel reader compared to the caring wife role in this one.

ciao

[skulliva]

reel him in

(beelzebub [beel] x fem!reader)

content: 18+

——

“are you sure about this,” beel questioned, eyes furrowed looking up at your figure. his shirtless body kneeling at the woman in front of him.

“never have been more sure in my life,” you replied, twirling the leash around your pointer finger.

beel’s neck adorned a cute pink color, with a bell, of course - such a cute gift. It clashed with his usual darker attire, but he listens to what he is told (especially by you). his collar is placed above all the small patches of purple and brown skin from your previous makeout session. belphie finally out of the room, most likely in the attic sleeping, meant you had the space to yourselves.

beel slowly began feeling the rest of his clothing clinging to his warming body. his basketball shorts loose on the legs slowly tightened holding back his growing erection. not that he would admit it of course. it’s just a collar.

“its a little tight,” he mentions, fingers gripping onto the thick collar while tracing the smooth material. it wasn’t unpleasant, just different.

from beel’s stature alone, anyone would give him a second glance; his tall physic, big biceps with even more muscular legs - even his pudgy stomach from his gluttonous behavior. he was just a big guy. it was all intimidating to the average demon on the street.

so to see himself reduced to such a state made his brain go foggy. he liked the feeling of being powerless to someone of a smaller height than him. and having it be a woman was the cherry on top.

he could easily pick you up. easily take control. easily flip the script to something more common and traditional. but he sits there, awaiting your every command.

it’s not like this hasn’t been the dynamic he’s wanted all along. under all the intimating looks, he’s just a cute teddy bear. he would do anything just to get a positive reaction from you. beel is the sweetest guy of them all actually. he’s supposed to be a demon, right?

being the physical representation of gluttony, he admired your body more than anyone else has previously. he’s not saying you eat too much (that’s his trait), but the way you carry your weight is so beautiful to him.

your chubby cheeks he gnaws on instead of his favorite edible snack. your hips that he digs his fingers into when he gets stressed. your thighs that grip his skull tight while he’s giving you the best head of your life. how could he not? he’s a certified eater.

he loves it all.

something about how you carried yourself with such confidence is sexy on its own. your a woman who knows what she likes. he likes that.

that’s why beel put so much faith in you when you handed him a present and told him to put it on.

your thumb reached over to the clasp at the end of the leash and opened it. you bent down in front of him to clip the leash onto his pink collar. his gaze focused on your cleavage hanging in front of his face, slightly covered from your favorite cami top.

noticing his eyes glassed over and staring at your breasts, you made use of your new tool. you yanked. not too hard, but enough to startle him.

“my eyes are up here,” you teased, pointing at your eyes for reference.

“i know i’m just,” he paused, “hungry.”

this time he wasn’t talking about food. you, obviously knowing that, gave him a smile.

“i know baby,” your hand lowered down to the top of his head. fingers running through his soft hair, petting him like a damn dog. if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

noticing his eyes closing from the relaxing motion, you yanked the leash again. a little harder this time.

a groan slipped past his lips, “was that really necessary?”

“with that attitude, it’ll be worse.” your foot slowly put pressure on his groin. you stood back up tall to put more weight onto your foot.

a string of curses flew out of beel’s mouth. none intended at her, just based in pleasure. the constant yanking of his upper extremities made his cock leak.

“i haven’t heard an apology yet.” another yank. a steady reminder.

“yes, ma’am. i’m sorry. i wasn’t trying to give you attitude-“

yank.

“i was giving you attitude but i’m sorry-“

another yank.

“please ma’am i’m sorry it wont happen again-“

you, again, bent down as you pulled him close to your face, noses almost touching. you can feel his hot, uneasy breaths on your face. the traces of faint whimpers behind each breath came from the constant abuse to his already sensitive neck.

you looked him dead in the eyes and whispered, “it better not happen again.”

your foot pushed harder and he swear he couldn’t breathe. you had barely done anything but his mind was already blank.

——

a/n: i lowkey might make a part ii but idk we will see

[skulliva]

mistakes happen

(mammon x fem!reader)

content: 18+

——

“wait. no, please,” mammon groaned, throwing his head back. sitting on his bed, arms at his sides while his legs open, cock sprung to attention.

“sweetheart,” you cooed at his face that’s stuck in both pleasure and discomfort, “you know i do this cause i love you right?”

your fingers gliding along his v-line, teasing, touching everything but his aching shaft. your left hand slowly making its way up his abdomen to cup his, now tear stained, face.

mammon, ever the good boy to please his mistress, whimpered as you wiped his tears slowly flowing from his cheeks. this torture has felt like hours but has only been about 10 minutes.

“please ma’am…” whimpers followed his every word. “i wanna be good for you. please i’m being good i promise.”

“and you are sweetheart” you placed a kiss on his temple then his nose. “you’re being so good for me.”

“please… oh god please touch me i can’t stand it anymore please” mammon can’t stop the words coming from his mouth. all reduced to desires, wants and moans.

you forcefully cupped his balls, squeezing and massaging in the same motion.

mammon let out a loud gasp as more precum leaked down his shaft. he let out an “oh fuck….” while his eyes rolled back into his skull. he was never one to take good to teasing.

“see mammon….” your left hand made its way back down to his pubic region, slowly tracing your way back down to his red, pulsing cock. “good boys get rewarded when they please their mistress, yes?”

mammon, unable to think of a sentence let alone come up with a word, just lets out a whimper while quickly nodding his head. he already felt like cumming, but he knew he would screw it up if he did. he rarely makes it this far without instantly cumming when you take his tight jeans off with slow, precise movements.

your left hand slowly made its way down to the base of the shaft in a loose grip, right hand still massaging his tightened balls.

“i wanna hear u beg for me to keep going” you said sternly “no words, no cumming.”

almost immediately following that phrase he starts rambling, begging and pleading. only you can reduce the great mammon to such a state of pleasure that even money can’t buy.

“please mistress pleaseohgodiwannacumiwannafeelyourhandonmycockpleasemaam….” he’s speaking so much and so fast, but you can ultimately hear his desire between his gasps.

you giggle at his state while kissing him again on his flushed cheek, “mmm…. that’s my good boy. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear.”

his now purple tip continues to leak precum in waited anticipation. swiping the precum with your fingertips, you use it as lube to slowly circle his aching head.

mammon can’t even speak anymore now just reduced to moaning, gasping and whimpering mess. “yeah you like that sweetie? mistress knows what the great mammon wants right? she knows what you like..”

mammon let out a groan and gasped “ ‘m cumming” not even a second later as jets of white cum spirted from his aching tip.

you quickly grabbed his now sensitive cock with rigor. “who said you could come?” you barked at him, frown apparent on your face.

mammon, still lost in the pleasure of a brain melting orgasm, still tries to plead his case.

“nonono no one told me… im sorry maam i didn’t mean too imsorryimsorry-” he tried to explain quickly, frantically shaking his head in shame and embarrassment.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it” you hummed, started picking up the pace pumping his cock with haste.

“my boy knows what happens when you don’t follow directions right?” you grin as your hands continue to work his sensitive cock, watching his body squirm to stay under your control.

through gasps, moans and overstimulation, he nods and whispers “punishment time mistress.”

your teeth graze his earlobe then taking a small nip, “that’s right my sweet boy.” you teased, licking at the spot on his ear to dull the pain inflicted.