Alright @villain-hotline here’s your quickie request! I hope this hits the spot for you. :3
Warnings: Non/Dubcon, bondage (light), name calling, degradation, blood mention
It was fitting that the next time Sukuna ran into you again it was on the grounds of an old, abandoned Inari shrine. Desecration was a decadent flavor because Sukuna could only enjoy divinity after destroying it, breaking it down into little morsels to savor. And your battered, bleeding and bruised body was a sacred altar that he planned to defile. Your wrists were lashed together above your head, the rough hewn rope chafing at your skin as you wriggled to get free. Sukuna looked down at you with a broad grin, a mad delight sparking in his eyes as he drank in your body trapped between him and the massive wooden beam of one of the shrine gates.
“Still got some fight in you, huh slut?” The laugh he gave only made you narrow your eyes in a harder glare. One of his knees slotted between your legs, bare since he had taken the liberty to tear off all of your clothes, “Fight all you want. I’m going to break that defiance in you.”
You began to spit out a curse or insult at him but one of those four hands snapped forward and clamped over your mouth. A mocking shush sound tumbled from your captor’s lips, his other hands descending onto your naked body to roughly grope. The skin of his palm easily caught your angry curses, corralling them into huffs and muffled growls. His wicked eyes hooded lazily at your resistance, long fingers dipping between your legs to stroke your pussy while the points of his claw like nails drag against your tender flesh.
“What’s this? Oh you really are just a filthy, dumb slut huh?” With a hoarse cackle, the King of Curses lifted up his fingers to show you the evidence of your slick smeared along them, “You’re actually getting off on this. Act mad all you want, sorcerer bitch, your sloppy cunt tells me all I need to know.”
The heat that had bloomed in your face rapidly spread to the rest of your body, skin burning against the cool breeze that sifted through the trees. The contrast in temperature summoned shivers to roll down your spine, bared nipples pebbling until they begged for attention. The flesh on the palm over your mouth began to shift, curiously churning and molding until you were gasping as a set of teeth were nipping at your lips. Sukuna growled low, seizing your thighs with two arms and hitched them up so he was holding you off the ground while a hot tongue flooded into your mouth.
Yuuta or Megumi or Sukuna from JJK 👀 which ever you're more comfortable with 😊
Alright so this ended up longer than I had planned @forbiddencaramelkisses but here we are! I toyed with a few ideas but this was the one that managed to flow for me easiest. The tea pot I used in this story is essentially this one here though you can imagine it looking however you like. Thank you to @m00ns0ng and @dabi-hates-fish for giving it a look over while I was working on this and needed some Sukuna Simp insight. <3
Warnings: Assassination attempt, a bit of choking, degradation (not like kink related, Sukuna's just an asshole), Reader is NOT passive here and there's no smut so keep that in mind.
There was a steadiness in your hands that you hadn’t expected as you knelt on the cushion across from the man - no, not a man any longer- curse king you were supposed to kill. While Sukuna still retained a lot of Yuji’s features, they were only distant echoes of who used to control that body. One pair of powerful arms kept him propped up so he could lounge but also sit in a way that still allowed him to drink as he pleased, the other pair slung lazily across the top of his bent knee. Two pairs of eyes watched your movements closely, dark ravenous red irises greedily taking every inch of you in.
‘Just play it cool.’ you tried to ground yourself in the weight of the teapot clutched in your hands. The handle was smooth beneath your fingertips, fragrant oolong wafting up to fill your nose, ‘Just pour the damn tea and get it over with.’
Even without looking at him, you could feel his eyes on you, tracing the lines of your body that your little black dress clung to. The deep V neck allowed Sukuna a view right down into your cleavage, and he certainly wasted no time in looking. Or touching. When one of his hands reached out and groped one of your breasts, you nearly tensed and dropped the pot, teeth gnashing together as you bit back any protest.
“Nice tits. Best looking whore they’ve sent me all day.” Sukuna smirked and kneaded at the flesh, “Feisty too…” He noted the way a muscle in your jaw twitched and snickered, “I can feel how much you hate me…”
“I was told you like your women to bite back.” you clipped shortly, pouring his cup of Oolong tea first, “But I haven’t even started yet. Does the King of Curses want to see my teeth?”
You dared a look up at him then, your own eyes fiercely burning to meet the four of his. The black marks along his skin creased as his mouth split further open into a grin, “I want to see a lot of things from you…” The hand that had been fondling you slipped upwards before toying with the tip of a lock of hair, “Like you drinking from the cup you just poured for me.”
When you had stepped in this room not even minutes ago, there had been a fire coiled in your chest, a fierce determination that had kept your resolve steady for this job. But the bitter hand of winter closed over it and turned your bones to ice. The pot hovered over the second cup, your hands stiling before hot tea could flow from the spout. Drink from his cup. The one that had a potent poison in it to first slow him down enough that you could try to exorcize him.
“That wasn’t yours.” you lied quickly, tipping the pot to fill the second cup. It wasn’t ideal but if you could stall for long enough, you could swap them without him noticing.
“Then drink it.”
That bitter cold had spread from your bones to your blood, frost like fingers closing tightly around your lungs. With surprisingly steady hands you set the pot down before closing your fingers around the cup and began to lift it to your mouth. The plan you had begun to formulate was swiftly crushed before the porcelain could even touch your lips.
“All of it.”
And there went your last hope of bluffing your way out. There was a brief moment of silence before you mentally declared fuck it and swung, sloshing the poison directly at Sukuna’s face. It should have been enough to buy you a little time if it hit his eyes and for a moment you thought you would make it. But he was even faster than you had anticipated. Within the time it would have taken you to blink, you were on your back staring up at his wicked grin. A single massive hand imprisoned your wrists together above your head, the solid weight of him straddling your hips so you were pinned firmly beneath him.
“You stupid slut!” he cackled, another hand clasped around the column of your throat, “You think I haven’t seen one of those teapots before?”
You tried to snarl out a threat to him but found your voice coming out in a faint wheeze, his thick fingers squeezing your throat so your precious air supply was cut off. It wouldn’t have made much of a difference, you needed your hands free to be able to tap into your cursed technique properly. Black spots burst in front of your eyes as you thrashed in his grip, fear, rage and desperation rising to surge your cursed energy higher.
“Come on you sorcerer bitch, show me what you got!”
Light and power gathered in your hands, a charged hum droning in your ears. Then the sound was broken with a loud crack, blue white lightning erupting from your fingertips to crash into the King of Curses. Thunder chased right after, rattling your bones but to your horror and dismay Sukuna remained unmoved. A laugh fell past his lips, the hand on your throat laxing just enough that you could gasp down a gulp of air. When you were able to look back up, the expression he had for you was one of infuriating smugness.
“That’s it? I thought you’d be able to do more than that.” a guttural laugh escaped him when you started thrashing beneath him, bucking and squirming to break free, “Ohhhh there’s those teeth! Small and just like a little kitten’s! Storm users like you can’t do shit against me when you’re immobilized. Gotta have that good movement or a weapon that acts like a conduit to pack a punch.”
The bones in your wrist creaked in protest as the hand that held them prisoner squeezed brutally tight. A hiss escaped you, brows furrowing as you continued to glare up at him. The defiance seasoned with pain was a taste of what he could do with you, do to you. Sukuna groaned. A palm clapped roughly on your right cheek, a long tongue slipping out to drag slowly along his feral lips. To him, you were nothing but a delicious morsel so taste, tease and break. You weren’t so much a person as you were a toy and meal at the same time.
“I could have a lot of fun with you! Bet a pretty whore like you screams real nice… You’ll probably last longer than the others…”
A heavy stillness fell over the room. The fury, fear and hatred had started as a burning pulse within your blood but it all abruptly stopped, building in the center of your chest like an unearthly quiet. You clenched your hands into fists, the familiar rush of your cursed energy rising rapidly. In that moment you were the eye of the storm and the next hurricane was about to be you. You glared up at Sukuna, jaw clenched tight as runes and symbols lit up on your skin, glowing brightly like newborn stars.
You smirked angrily up at him when he raised his brows in shock, “I am the conduit you jackass.”
The air split with a crack and a deafening smash of thunder, electricity white hot bursting from all of the tattooed runes snaking along your arms, legs, spine and chest. The metal deposits that had been specially blended with the ink burst with light and power, waves of wild blue-white lightning slammed into Sukuna and sent him flying. It failed to throw him into a wall like you had wanted but it gave you the opening you needed to get free.
“That’s it!” the Curse jeered with a mad grin and laugh, “Give me more! C’mere little kitty, kitty, show me your claws too.”
‘Why am I still trying to fight him?’ you thought almost distantly as your thighs powered you forward into a charge, ‘The plan was a bust and I can’t handle him alone.’
A jump had you airborne, a war cry clawing its way out of your throat as you reared back your arm, encasing it in a crackling glow. Sukuna vanished from sight moments before your punch would have slammed into his face and instead your fist crashed in a thunderclap onto the tatami mat. A violent burst of your power had you blown back, soot blackening the hole you left behind in the floor.The walls of the building buckled and groaned beneath the aftershock but stood their ground, holding the roof overhead in place while thick arms snared around you.
“You wanna bring the building down?” crooned his voice in your ear, “Go for it. But then you get buried alive in an early grave.”
While two of his limbs held you imobile against him, a hand gripped you by the jaw, forcefully turning your face towards him. The sharp points of his nails, void black, poked uncomfortably at your skin, Sukuna’s fingers squeezing so your cheeks were puckered forward. A mad delight and malevolence sparked in those fire bright eyes, mouth twisted in a grin so extreme that it could almost be called grotesque. It framed around another rumble of laughter, the curse crushing you even tighter to the front of his body. Hard lines of muscle and sinew were almost pleasing but the choking weight of his cursed energy spoiled the sensation and brought further attention to the fact that he was enjoying this exchange in more than one way.
‘The whole district has heard me by this point and the clock is ticking. Either finish this shit or get out quick!’
You had come to kill Sukuna through more underhanded tactics but that chance had been snatched out of your reach. Just like Itadori was out of everyone else’s reach for saving. You’d never met him before and for a while only knew him as a vessel but someone with a smile that bright and a heart that big was impossible to not hear more about. Hatred sparked in your eyes, brows snapping together in a savage glare at the Curse who had stolen that body. Sorcerers deserved better. Yuji deserved better.
“An early grave, huh?” you rasped out, the well of your cursed energy suddenly bountiful and bursting, “That’s fine. As long as you’re buried too!”
A snap of your energy and the thunderclap roared alongside the explosion you created. Light and sound flooded your senses, deafened you to the surrounding world. The walls and floor cracked, splitting open great maws around the two of you until the air was thick with plaster dust. Every part of you ached, your mind sluggishly realizing that you’d been sent flying through a wall and away from Sukuna. He wouldn’t be dead but it would give you time before others showed up to catch or kill you. Your bones and joints screamed their protest as you hauled yourself to your feet, hurtling yourself at the busted window that opened it’s toothy maw for you to the city.
Jagged glass tore at your skin and clothes when you leapt through but could not slow you enough for anyone to catch you. The shadows of night and the city swallowed you up once you found your footing and bolted. You didn’t look back and you didn’t see the two pairs of raging red eyes cutting through the night to watch you go. Sukuna grinned broadly, knowing he’d get to play games with you again.
Quick request: Monoma x Fem!Reader x Kirishima, lemon flavored
No specific kinks, so do whatever you feel like with that (as long as reader isn't a Dom)
This was a bit of a challenge because I dont write much for Kirishima and I haven't tried Monoma at all. I still wanted to give it a try though. I probably won't write more for Monoma, sorry nons >.<
Kinks: Dirty talk, Threesome, (Idk Monoma and Kirishima are having something of a competition on who can wreck you better)
The mountain of Kirishima’s chest was the only foundation you had to brace yourself against the flood of attention that was being doled out onto your body. Fevered skin was plastered up against your bare back, his head bent over your shoulder so he could leave open mouthed kisses to your shoulder and neck. Both of your wrists were held in each of his hands, arms bent at the elbow so they were poised immobile by your head. Perhaps foundation wasn’t the right way to describe it. No, Kirishima's strong frame was more like a pillar you had been chained to on the seaside during a coming storm. It was strong enough to keep you trapped and unable to flee to higher ground, but steady enough that you could never get too swept away with the roaring waves.
And that storm came in the form of a blonde-haired pro hero who had his hips slotted between your thighs, buried to the hilt in your drenched cunt.
“So good…” Monoma groaned out, pulling out and crashing his dick back into you, “You’re gonna help me show Red Riot how it's done.”
The growl Eijirou uttered was quiet but carried the base of his voice in a thrum, like thunder caressing your back, “Show her whatever you want, Phantom Thief. No one knows how to ruin her better than me. Tell him, princess.”
The gravel in his command had your pussy clenching, muscles locking tight enough to strangle Monoma’s cock. Sharp teeth nipped at the shell of your ear as you quivered in delight, the blonde hero pistoning between your legs hissing and letting out his own long and lewd moan. A large hand slid down until the calloused pads of his fingertips found your sensitive pearl. The touch was soft, slow and tortuous, a needy whine slipping from you along with a buck of your hips.
“Fuck–!” Phantom Thief hissed, “So good. That’s it, just keep showing him how much you want me.”
“You think that's because of you? Baby girl just really likes it when I talk dirty to her. She loves the sound of my voice.” Hot, open mouthed kisses were pressed to your throat slowly, thick fingers still tracing small circles across your clit, “Go on, princess. Keep milking his cock. You’re just getting yourself nice and ready for when it’s my turn.”
