The Mischievous Devil and The Woodland Spirit
Pairing: Devil! TrueFormSukuna x Fairy(Lauma)! Reader Context: Based off of my culture. Baltic, pagan mythology. Tags/content: SMUT, FLUFF, Fem reader, true form suku, he's kinda annoying, TWO DICKS, slight mentions of blood/wound, first times, fingering, p jerking, deepthroat/face fucking, d in p, happy ending, proofreadish word count: 3,6k Art: slipknautism on insta
A warm summer breeze fluttered trough the meadow. A flurry of pink, blue and white flowerheads tilting and swaying from the soft nudge of the wind. In the heart of the tall grass and colour sat a softly glowing, pure hearted being. A fluttering linen dress draped over its delicate body. Feet bare. Hair braided and decorated with gentle summer blooms.
You.
You were a precious woodland spirit, a fairy that kept the nature safe and protected the wild.
You were busying yourself with making flower crowns for the woodland creatures. Summer solstice was soon to begin and you wished to prepare gifts for your friends.
Your peace was disturbed. Predictable, really.
A boulder the size of a house was starting to shift, the sound of earth and rocks being scaped reached your lovely meadow.
It meant the devil living near the edge of the forest and by the large lake was coming out to play.
You see, Sukuna lived underground in his land of darkness, he only came out if he wanted to go spook some poor humans or wreak havoc in the farmlands, making farmers stressed about their crops. His large stature, four arms, two sets of eyes and the large grin on his stomach unsettled others, he couldn’t live with anyone or else they’d get scared and shoo him away anyways.
You didn’t mind his looks… until he opened his maw, you liked him. Somewhat. His pink hair was charming.
Besides being a little mischievous cunt, he favoured annoying the woodland spirit. On a daily basis.
How bothersome, you thought. But perhaps It was because no one else would hold a normal conversation with him.
Soft hands kept weaving trough flower stems and lovely sables. If you sat still, he might not notice your glowing presence hidden in the long grass.
Harsh footsteps trampled the blooms and innocent grassland. He had no care for such troublesome things as the living or plants.
“Fae! Fairy! Damn forest lady!” He cupped hands around his mouth, shouting for you. “Come out! It is I, your neighbour, Ryomen!”
You shut your eyes, eyelashes tickling the upper apples of your rosy cheeks. If you didn’t see him, he wouldn’t see you. As if.
“There you are! Have you grown deaf since yesterday? Ha!” His booming voice found you, an unsettling aura mixing with your sweet one. Then a thud happened right beside you.
You peered one eye open, he had sat down. Right on top of the freshly picked out heap of flowers.
You felt anger bubbling up in your gut, but let it go. For now.
“Hello, would you be so kind to not sit on those?” You calmly spoke, looking up at him now.
He gave you a confused look, the two bottom arms resting on his thighs, while the upper pair leaned back into the grass. “Why? I ain’t crushing some rabbit again, am i?”
“No…you know what, it’s fine. Sit there.” You decided not to explain yourself.
“Why are you braiding stupid stems? Why do you have a collection of circles?” He asked, reaching for one of the ready flower crowns.
Your hands set the half done one in your lap, reaching and grasping his hand in your two, lightly lifting it away before he could ruin your hard work.
‘’Please do not touch. Those are gifts for others.’’
He frowned, looking down at his palm being held by yours. He let you, not pulling it away.
“Gifts? Who would want grass tied together? You sure are foolish.”
“Oh? You don’t want one?”
“Never said that.” He grumbled, all eyes on your face now.
Your lips tugged up into a small smile, letting go of his warm palm and picking up the crown you were working on to keep twirling new flowers into it.
“What colours would you like?’’
‘’…Red.’’
“Alright.”
You sat with him for a moment, listening to the bird songs. The lower set of red irises watched you work.
A white butterfly passed you both. Calm.
He decided he had enough of sitting around and his hulking body got up, two hands petting and patting your head before as he left. Probably to go challenge some young swain in a rock crushing or running competition.
The night settled in, a pretty moon above the treeline.
You had delivered all of the crowns you made. To the hedgehog family, to the toads and frogs. The little bunnies and deer. Even the dragonflies and tritons living in the river. A few silently offered to the humans.
Only one was left.
A large ring of red clovers, poppies. Together with baby’s breath. It was heavy, your nimble arms carrying it through a worn and familiar path down to his boulder.
Your fingers tapped on the mossy thing.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
No answer.
Maybe he was in the lake.
You made your way downhill, passing by grasshoppers and sleeping creatures. The large flower crown swaying in your hands.
“Ryo? Are you here?” Your voice got carried by the midnight wind, swirling across the water.
The water rippled and he started to emerge, first the pink hair and then his eyes. But something was wrong, he looked upset.
He rose up from the depths, taking his time to walk out. Nude, obviously. Who takes a dip with clothes on?
You just gave him a small smile, eyes looking over his form- trying to avoid the two tempting things swinging between his thighs.
Your eyes met his when he stood in front of you, water droplets racing to get off of his skin.
“Greetings. I didn’t disturb you, did i?”
“…” He just stared down at you, even the maw on his stomach wasn’t smiling.
You tilted your head, lifting up the weaved flower crown. “For you, Ryomen.”
He sniffed, lowering himself to his knees, bowing his head down so you could put it on his head.
You giggled, placing it upon his hair, your hands fixing his bangs so they wouldn’t fall in his eyes.
But he stayed quiet. That was unlike him.
Your giggling quieted, hands sliding down from his hair to cup his toned cheeks, tilting his gaze to yours again.
“What’s the matter? You aren’t in your own skin. Speak to me. I’ll listen.” Your soothing voice made his body lean forward, resting against your chest, two of his lower arms wrapping around you, the linen cloth getting a bit damp now.
You cooed, shifting closer to hug him back, hooking your chin on his head, the flowers tickling your neck.
You saw something crimson coming from his back. You blinked, trying to look down his shoulder.
Blood? Was that blood? A wound???
Your heartbeat quickened. You let go of him, squirming in his hold. “You’re hurt!! Let me heal it! What happened? Who did it?”
The quiet devil murmured something, letting his hands drop. He stayed sat on his knees in front of you, the moonlight perfectly illuminating both of your faces. Your worried one and his sombre expression.
You rushed behind him, placing a palm over the bloodied spot. He had been in the water to stop the bleeding, you thought.
A warmth spread from your hand to him, the wind shaking some tree branches nearby, the flower crown on his head staying in place.
A moment passed and you rubbed your fingers across the now healed scar.
“Some human, he had a sharp ass shovel.”
“That gash was a shovel wound…?”
“Yes. That is why I am upset.”
“You are upset because… a mere human with a shovel bested you?”
“I will eat you, forest woman.” He growled, not turning to look at you.
You sat with him by the lake after taking care of his wound, your head laid on his bicep of the upper arm, the crown on his head still hadn’t moved.
“Have you ever had sex with a human?” He suddenly asked, his mood had lifted back to its annoying self now that he was healed up and a cute fairy was on his arm(s).
“...No. I haven’t spent the night with anyone.” You scoffed a bit. Why would a woodland spirit do such a thing?
He slowly turned his head, a devilish smile spreading on his face. The tummy mouth lolling its tongue out to try and lick at you.
“Do not.” You pouted, swatting at the large, wet muscle trying to taste your dress.
“I can show you. I’m sure you’d like it. Humans reproduce like that all the time. It’s natural.” He simply spoke.
“Ryomen, we aren’t human. Nor can we reproduce. And I know what sex is.” You deadpanned.
He was set on asking you now every day.
Every morning, when the dew was fresh and you were trying to bathe in it, or in the afternoons, when you sunbathed or in the nights when you tried to sleep in warm spiderwebs.
He found it funny, when your nose scrunched and you looked like you wanted to punt him.
You did notice that he had placed your gift on top of his boulder.
But he grew bored of asking and you about fucking and then getting denied, so he laid off of it. He came to talk to you less, wanting to give you a break from his pestering. How kind…
But for some reason… the woodland spirit was now the one seeking out the devil. You missed his large shadow over yours, and his stupid questions.
Sukuna would come out from his underground palace and walk around, trying to look for mischief he could get up to.
You followed along, peeking behind trees or bushes to see what he was up to. Not intervening, never that. If he’d knew you were stalking him around, wanting to be the one to ask for him to show you how intercourse felt… he’d have something to laugh about his whole life. An innocent looking spirit wasting her time on someone like him.
A hot summer evening. Sukuna was up to something, sitting against his massive rock, nude. As always when he was near his home.
You were hiding on top of the thing, above him. Right next to the flower crown.
His hands were doing something odd, some sort of up and down motion. And a deep groan left his throat.
You grew worried, peering over the stone, trying to see what he was doing.
Another groan- and some sort of wet, shlic-slick-slicc sound was emanating from his hands. Was he polishing something?
You leaned forward- thank god the sun was low enough for your shadow not to cast over him.
But something worse did happen.
You slipped.
One of your arms losing balance from the rounded boulders side, your linen dress fluttering during the short tumble.
OH!
Fell right on top of him.
His arms caught you, but you still had crashed right onto him… but since you were facing forward, he had caught your hips, your ass in front of his face and your face…well… your nose was almost met with two… girthy… twitching and glistening cocks.
He had been jerking off, you didn’t know that, obviously. But now it was clear he had been up to no good!
You squirmed, trying to crawl off of him, but his four hands held you securely.
“Fairy? I thought only angels fell from heaven.” He barked out a laugh, starting to shake you around.
You squeaked, kicking around until he let you go, not wanting to get kicked in the face.
“Woodland lady… where did you come from? You usually call for me if you come looking.” He spoke, a knowing grin on his face. The dicks weren’t getting soft even after he was so rudely disturbed by a falling spirit. How strange.
You flushed a light pink shade from embarrassment, standing up and dusting off your dress and your hair. “I decided to… drop by.” You almost cringed, not meaning to make a pun.
But his, loud barking laugh rang trough the air again.
You sighed, looking away. He kept sitting, thighs still spread.
“What were you…even doing? It sounded odd. Is it something you learnt from the humans again?”
Sukunas eyes gleamed. A large hand tugging on the edge of your dress, making you stumble closer and sit back down next to him.
“Touching myself. They do that If they want to feel like they’re having sex, but they don't have anyone to do it with.”
You turned your nose up to that, settling down and leaning back against the boulder, eyes trying not to flicker down too much.
“…You were spyin’ on me, weren’t you? Wanna see up close?” The beefy devil asked, not waiting for you to get a chance to say no, one of his hands grabbed the upper dick, gripping the shared base with the other and started to slowly drag his hand up and down. The wetness from the beading pre making It sound lewd again.
“I just wanted to see if you’d gotten beat with a shovel again…” You quickly try to avert your eyes, but your body slowly shifted closer. His upper arm wrapped around your middle, lightly holding you close to his side.
“I haven’t, and you’re not running away. So, you do want to watch.”
You let out a frustrated groan, peering back over between his legs. Your own tummy feeling warmer at the sight.
You had seen his damn cocks plenty of times, he often walked around bare! But it hadn’t affected you like it did now. Your hands itched to try it too. To touch-
“I never thought you’d be shy, fairy. I can see it in your eyes you want to try it.” Sukuna’s smug face turned to yours, eyes all focused on your pouty expression and blooming cheeks. “Taste it, maybe, hm?”
“Taste it! Why would I put your... your… genitals in my mouth!”
“Cmon, humans do it all the time. Maybe they taste good.” He murmured, starting to get a bit breathless while stroking himself. The neglected cock twitching underneath the first one, dribbles of slick precum beading out. The arm around you squeezed you a bit closer.
You bit the inside of your cheek, a hand reaching out to touch the one he wasn’t tugging on, fingers brushing over the lava hot base. It was so needy, it twitched again in your palm.
“Why is it... moving?” You asked, trying to grip it so it would stop jumping around.
Sukuna’s head threw itself back against the rock, a strained moan escaping him from your sudden harsh hold.
“It likes you...” He joked, letting go of the upper dick. It fell on top of your wrist.
You didn’t know what to do with both of them.
He just watched, letting you grope and touch. A grunt or a groan in agreement now and then appearing.
You really weren’t sure why such an important being as yourself was kneeling between the devils’ spread legs. He had stood up, towering over your folded form after you had agreed to a little tase.
Your cute face being covered by the two heavy things.
Your lips parted, tongue licking at the bottom dicks tip, trying to look past the other one up at him. It tasted salty and musky, not too horrible. But definitely not sweet like honey.
Your jaw unhinged, a mewl escaping you before managing to take some of the girthy cock in your mouth.
Sukuna just watched you test the waters, the mouth on his abdomen licking its lips in anticipation.
Once you had gotten enough in-
SLAM!
Sukuna grabbed the back of your head with one hand, the pulsing cock filling your throat all the way down. You, obviously whimpered while choking on it, tears filling your eyes while your hands found his thighs to grip into.
“What, did you think I would let you do anything you want? Damn…. you look so precious...” He panted out, the hand on the back of your head lightly gripping your hair to start pulling you back and forth.
“Did you think I didn’t notice you stalking me? I’m not blind.” He grunted, hips starting to stutter, as if they wanted to fuck your stretched out lips.
It didn’t help that the other, equally as big cock was sliding up and down, across your face every time he made you move.
You whined, managing to breathe trough your nose, unable to do much besides give him puppy dog eyes.
The way you shifted your thighs, rubbing them together. It didn’t go unnoticed.
“I knew you’d change your mind about wanting to try human pleasures.”
He almost fully pulled you back, letting you take a gasp of air, the now slobber covered tip against your lips.
“Can you take more, pretty girl?”
You managed to bubble out a response after catching your breath. “I’m not that fragile-”
Anddd the girthy thing was sliding back in, forcing you to open your mouth wider, to relax your throat as it comfortably found its way down it.
Slurp slurp, plap plap
He was holding your head in place with two of his hands, another one gripping your jaw and the fourth one was on his hip for balance- thrusting back and forth, in and out of your damn face. The upper one making your cheeks and forehead wet while dragging across your flushed flesh, the big, dewy tears rolling down your cheeks didn’t help too.
Your poor cunt ached, both of your hands were underneath your linen dress, between your thighs while trying to soothe the burning, needy feeling, fingers rubbing and pressing down on your pulsing clit.
Sukuna, ever the observer, grunted when he saw you touching yourself while he got to use your pretty mouth. ” Ha..haah… feels good, yeah?”
You tried to shake your head, whining louder.
He paused, looking concerned, slowly pulling out of your throat, leaving it aching to be stuffed again. “No? Do you want to stop?” Who knew the Devil was so thoughtful.
You spluttered a bit, grinding down onto your fingers. “No, i… I think I… Ryo, can we…” You didn’t know how to word it, but the way your eyes kept flickering to the two juicy members in front of you and down to your hands, it made him understand completely.
“Ohh… really? You want that? I though you said we aren’t human and don’t need to reproduce, hm?” He teased, the tummy maw grinning down at you.
“Just…! Please… put it inside? And not my mouth...Don’t be mean!”
“I’m the devil. I’m not nice.”
And put it inside he did.
Well, not before helping you stand up and brace yourself against the boulder, your back turned to him, bent over and your light grey dress pushed up. One of his arms was wrapped underneath you, palm spread on your tummy to keep you upright. Another hand spreading you open… and another comfortably holding your plump cheek.
Sukuna took the time slide a finger between your slick folds and tender clit, gathering up your essence before a thick middle finger found its way inside.
You let out an ethereal sound, back arching lower once you got used to the feeling of one.
And then another!
And then another!!
Sukuna wasn’t that mean; he knew if you wanted him to fuck you for real? He’d need to stretch you out properly.
Only after he deemed you wet and pliable enough, a tip started to prod at your fluttering hole. He let it get caught on the ring of muscle before letting it slide down and nudge at your clit, covering it in your own juices.
“Hic…Ryo..!”
“I know, I know… hold on.”
He meant that literally. Your nails dug into the rough surface of that big ass boulder. A sharp cry leaving you as he started to push inside, his own face scrunched up in pleasure while trying to do it slowly, inch by inch.
It took a while, but it was worth it.
He was holding on to your hips, one hand braced above yours on the rock, driving the fat thing so deep inside of you, you saw white and stars behind your eyelids.
The tip was mean and kept bullying a spot that made you want to say every curse word you’d leant from the humans and moan out every secret the creatures in the forest had entrusted to you.
Sukuna was grunting and letting out growl like moans behind you, obsessed with the way the second dick, the one below the one that was filling you so perfectly, slid between your pussylips, getting friction from there too.
The sun had long set and the moon had taken its place.
You were gathered up in his lap, dress gone, hair a wild mess and babbling incoherent things after your orgasm… or three. Skin to skin with a tired him.
Sukuna hadn’t thought he’d ever get to see the well-mannered woodland spirit in this light, two hands running up and down your sides and back, another one petting your head and one last one getting a nice handful of your ass. Obviously.
“Wanna try fitting both?” He suddenly asked, a wicked grin on his face, a sheen of sweat on both of your bodies.
“N..next time…” You weakly got out; eyelids so heavy you might allow yourself to fall asleep in the devils’ arms.
“Next time? So… Tomorrow…, when the sun rises?”
“Ugh…”
You really shouldn’t have had let him have a taste of your pretty pussy.
He started to ask you every day again. But instead of your scrunched up, disgusted expression, he was met with a small smile and a shy nod.
The humans had gotten happier too, the damn devil wasn’t visiting them as often.
All praise the woodland spirit for her sacrifices.
Yoon's notes: i started at 11pm... its 4am rn. UGHH I LOVE WRITING WHIMSY SHIT This is for a collab with @stberrypuss <33
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