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Mostly a hub for my writing (WHICH CAN AND WILL BE NSFW, MDNI SORRY I FORGOT THIS WARNING) and some occasional art. I reblog too much so I have a new blog now for anything non-fandom related over at @theproverbialxerox. All over the place with fandoms, but current hyperfixations include:
EPIC: The Musical (Poseidon specifically), The Magnus Archives, and My Hero Academia for some reason idk I just finally finished it recently
-About Me-
I go by Proverb online, USA based (East Coast, Beast Coast baby). Elder Gen Z, halfway between hip and horribly out of touch. FilAm and won't ever shut up about it. She/They (Filipino doesn't use gendered pronouns, hence "siya" in my bio). Bisexual disaster. Open to interaction, will never shut up in fact.
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Baile Inolvidable (EPIC: The Musical One Shot)
The Siren, The Sea, & The Solstice (EPIC: The Musical Fic)
Hook, Line, & Sinker (EPIC: The Musical Fic, 18+)
The Shell and The Siren on AO3 (EPIC: The Musical Fic, 18+)
Life is in Redemption on AO3 (Hazbin Fic, 16+? Idk I make allusions but tbh it’s pretty clean)
Alright I have been enabled so I’m gonna say somethings.
Fatalistic sarcasm is a thing, however, it usually hides deep feelings of insecurity, and whether you consciously recognize this or not, it validates them. Seriously, I used to constantly make jokes about how other people’s work was better than mine, and it did nothing for my self-esteem, it was a tool to deflect from my own feelings of inferiority and it actively worked against me thinking critically about my own and other people’s work. If it was a joke I could put myself down instead of analyzing why someone’s work was better and trying to incorporate that into my own
As someone who took creative writing courses I was constantly surrounded by other brilliant people, if I hung my head in shame every time I read something as good or better than mine I never would have lifted it.
As someone who has watched a lot of writers with very good idea’s crash and burn I mean it when I say you either develop a healthy sense of respect for your own work or you stop writing.
There’s three things I really wish more people consider
1. Do you think their work is better because it’s a different style, one that you like? There’s an element to ‘the grass is greener on the other side’, I have seen people work in some amazing styles that I wished to god I could replicate, some I managed, some I never did, but there’s nothing wrong with either. having a different style Is Not the same as having a bad style, each has their own strengths and you can admire one without putting yours down
2. Knowing someone who is a better writer is a blessing and if they knew you were using their work to bring yourself down they would not be happy, mooch off that friend, analyze their work, ask them to edit your shit, as long as you’re not annoying them be shameless about it. the best thing creative writing did for me was give me the confidence to ask people to critic my work and shamelessly better each other for that sharing
3. People need to normalize being confident in their work, the quality of your work has literally nothing to do with your worth as a person, the quality of your work has nothing to do with your worth as a writer. You can write something really shitty and the only thing I’d say to you is that your trying and I respect you for that
❀༉‧SUMMARY: You're lost, have been wandering the Indian jungle for days, barely surviving, when you suddenly find yourself in the claws of the predator who has been stalking you.
❀༉‧CONTENTS: dubcon, venom as aphrodisiac, suguru has two cocks, suggestive, reader is a little dumb but in an endearing way, Naga!Suguru, size difference, snake like descriptions, stalking, hypnotism/mild mind control, forced mating, afab!reader, teratophilia, pet names (little mouse/little mate/little thing), attempt at humor
❀༉‧art credit: suguru art by @/mossmaybe1 on twt, header & dividers by @/all-with-angel and @cursed-carmine on tumblr
❀༉‧word count: 2.6k
You'd fucked up.
You'd fucked up bad.
All you had wanted was to go on a fun little trip, a well deserved vacation after having worked your ass off for the past 3 years, so you had booked a trip to India, gone on a guided tour through the jungle, and now? You were lost. You had spotted something and deviated from the path, lost sight of your group, and were completely alone in an Indian jungle.
Somehow, you had survived for a couple of days, having been smart enough to pack way too many snacks and protein bars for the tour, along with your obnoxiously large stainless steel water bottle, so you were somewhat hydrated and still had about two or three protein bars left. Night was approaching, and it was approaching fast.
Your first night had almost done you in, the temperature dropping way below what you expected, and you had barely managed to keep yourself warm throughout the night. During the day the temperatures could easily hit 30 degrees Celsius (~95 Fahrenheit) while at night it dropped to almost below 10 degrees (50 Fahrenheit). So you'd be sweating your ass off while wandering through the wilderness during the day, and freezing as soon as it became dark.
As much as you were surviving, you were still thoroughly and utterly fucked. Walking in what felt like endless circles, desperately trying to find any kind of marker or path among the endless trees and flora, but to no avail. Plus, your sense of direction was… not the greatest, to say the least, but you persevered.
The first chill of night sent goosebumps across your skin, and you quickly wiped as much sweat and moisture off your skin with your thin flannel shirt so your temperature wouldn't dip too fast, which had been what happened the first night, and then tied the garment around your neck, the shirt hanging over your backpack like a cape.
A sudden sound to your left made you stop in your tracks, standing completely still as you listened intently, the hair on your neck standing. It wasn't the first time you had heard noise while hiking through the underbrush, obviously, since many critters and creatures inhabited the jungle, but sometimes, sometimes it felt… different. As if you had eyes following you for long stretches of time, and not the curious ones of the native fauna, you had gotten used to those pretty quick. No, this feeling, it felt as if something was studying you, analyzing, stalking.
You shook off the feeling and started moving again, determined to find a proper spot to camp out for the night. While you walked, you could've sworn you heard something move alongside you on your left, and even though you might be dumb, you weren't dumb enough to go check it out, keeping your attention forward and stupidly ignoring the potential threat following you.
Keeping your eyes forward, you trekked through the jungle, and after about 30 minutes, you arrived at a river, much to your delight. You had been rationing your water as much as possible, but you were running out of the life giving liquid, so you scrambled towards the river with renewed energy. Falling to your knees on the riverbank, you tossed your backpack onto the muddy ground next to you and dug out your water bottle, which was quickly filled with fresh jungle water before you gulped it all down, spilling half of it down your chin and neck in your eagerness to rehydrate.
What you failed to notice in your excitement of finding a water source, was the bright pair of purple eyes observing you from underneath the water's surface, slit pupils following your every move with rapt attention.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. Too quiet. You stopped mid refill, your water bottle hovering just above the water where gentle ripples came towards you. Your eyes followed in the direction of the source of said ripples, widening as they landed on, probably, the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.
Long, black hair falling down past his chest like liquid ink, tan skin covering rippling, toned muscles underneath, narrow, fox-like, purple eyes which shined with an otherworldly glow, and his lips curved into a curious half-grin. Stray water droplets trailed down his torso, and you couldn't help following one as it moved along his abs before it dipped into his navel and disappeared. Taking a moment to really look the man before you, you noticed a texture on his skin looking a lot like… scales? At his hips, and you blinked rapidly, thinking you were seeing things.
"My, my, would you look at that… a little mouse has found her way into my domain."
Your eyes snapped back up to the man's face when he spoke, his voice deep, tone dangerously sweet. The mysterious man moved towards you, barely a couple of inches, the movement too graceful and smooth to be human, and with a high-pitched yelp, you jerked backwards, your ass landing on the muddy riverbank with a soft thud. The man moved again, and without thinking, you flung your water bottle at his face. It flew through the air before hitting its target, the middle of his forehead, with a loud THWUNK, the man's head jerking back on impact, and a pained hiss left him.
Slowly, the man tilted his head forward again, eyes dangerously narrowed and somehow glowing even brighter, and an angry sneer pulling at his lips, revealing a pair of long, sharp fangs. You stopped breathing for a second. Fangs. Your fingers dug into the muddy ground beneath you, frozen in place as the man slithered towards you. You had only been able to see from his hips and torso before, but now that he was closing the distance between you, his long, coiling snake-like tail appeared from the water, and an involuntary, frightened noise escaped you.
This was no man who had appeared before you, no.
It was a Naga.
You remained frozen on the muddy riverbank, too entranced in the otherworldly being before you to register the moisture and cold slowly seeping through your shorts. He moved closer, his at least 15 feet long pitch black tail coiling behind him, the scales shimmering with an opalescent shine in what little moonlight managed to come down through the canopy above, giving them an almost oily sheen.
Before you realized it, the creature had moved so he was right in front of you, towering above your half-prone, trembling form on the muddy ground, and he leaned his head down, observing your fear-stricken features with a half sneer, half smirk. Up close, you could see how his bright violet eyes shined in the dim moonlight, how his pupils were vertical slits like those of a cat… or a snake, you reminded yourself, briefly glancing down at where his hips transitioned from human skin to smooth, inky black scales.
"Bold little thing, aren't you, hm?" He spoke again, his voice like saccharine silk, sweet and seductive, drawing your attention back to his face, and you swallowed quietly, your throat suddenly dry as the desert, even though you had just indulged in almost a whole bottle of water. A clawed hand roughly gripped your jaw, keeping your head angled up towards his, and his eyes.. softened? You barely got to register the change in his reptilian gaze before you felt your head go dizzy.
Everything around you blurred out, your mind only able to focus on the bright eyes above you, the still moist, tan skin of his neck, where small, glinting water droplets traveled downwards from his hair to settle in the hollow of his collarbone.
A sudden prick on your throat caused you to squeak, and you realized you had let your gaze wander away from his, trailing the droplets as they traveled over his skin, and you looked back up at him, eyes hazy and clouded from whatever he was doing to you. The Naga tutted in slight disappointment, his grip tightening, causing the tips of his claws to dig into the delicate skin of your jaw and throat.
You held your breath when he dipped his head, his hand moving from your jaw to your nape. His fingers almost curled completely around your thin neck as he angled your head back with a tight squeeze at your nape, and a weak whimper managed to escape you. The tip of his nose traced the graceful slope of your throat as he inhaled deeply, a low, rumble resonating in his chest almost approvingly, and you felt his lips curl into a satisfied grin as he brushed his mouth along the column of your throat.
"Mmm… what an interesting scent you've got, little mouse. It'd be a shame to just devour you, right here, right now, without having a little… fun first, don't you think?" His words were a seductive breath against your skin, sending an electric jolt down your spine, and your lips part in a weak, barely audible whimper, which apparently pleased the Naga as you felt his fingertips slowly massage the sides of your neck with a soft hum.
Something sharp grazed your skin, and a moan got caught in your throat. The Naga paused, his fingers stilling against your neck, and he made a thoughtful sound before dragging his fangs over the spot, deliberately this time, and he was rewarded with another choked noise of pleasure.
"Interesting…" He muttered against your pulse, feeling your rapid heartbeat under his lips, and dragged his forked tongue over it to taste the salt of your skin, emitting a pleased rumble as he did.
"You're quite the responsive one, aren't you, little one? The spell you're under is only to tranquilize, to lull, not to add pleasure… yet, your scent is becoming more and more sweet with desire, your fear almost overshadowed by it." The Naga pondered out loud as he resumed his perceptively gentle caress on your neck, the sharp tips of his claws pressing dangerously into your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps over your entire body.
You opened your mouth to speak, to say anything to this monster who literally had his claws in you, but nothing but a weak whine left you, and somewhere in the spell induced fog in your mind, you felt a tiny flicker of embarrassment. But you couldn't be bothered, not when the grip on your nape tightened just a fraction, not when those hypnotizing, violet eyes looked at you like you were some kind of wondrous curiosity, and you almost thanked the gods for sending you into said claws of this mythical being.
Was this the Naga's spell's doing? Maybe. You didn't know at this point, and you weren't going to fight it. Not when the hunger in his eyes also promised so much more than just the pain you had expected.
The Naga's lips twitched into a knowing grin, his sharp fangs catching in the moonlight as his lips parted in a dangerous chuckle, the sound a deep, almost soothing rumble in his chest. His hand on your nape slid upwards, his clawed fingers threading through your hair before gripping tightly, earning himself a slurred keen from you as you jerked your head back, leaving your throat completely exposed to him.
Another noise left you when the Naga dipped his head, his forked tongue licking a thick, wet stripe along the column of your throat. A soft, satisfied hum left him as he tasted your skin again, and suddenly you were off the ground. Not that your felt it physically, more-so that that dizzy feeling intensified, like you were floating before this creature, who straightened his back and pulled you along with him.
The tip of his inky tail had coiled itself around your waist, effortlessly hauling you off the muddy riverbank, and for a brief moment your body simply hovered in its grip before your front was pressed flush against his. Your hands found purchase on his naked chest. Your fingers splayed across his toned pecs, and you couldn't help but dig your fingertips ever so slightly into them, unconsciously stupidly feeling up the monster, and an amused chuckle rumbled beneath your touch.
"Such a bold little mouse." He breathed, his lips curling into a subtle smile against your skin, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed in your intoxicating scent. Another rumble went through his chest, this time a growl, low and gravelly. A shiver went through you, and you dug your nails into the Naga's chest in response, something in your spell fogged mind making you need more of him, his growls, his skin against yours.
"I don't think I'll make a meal out of you, no…"
Your eyes widened and your heart nearly leapt out of your throat when you felt something prick against your neck, and somewhere, deep beneath the fog of desire and dizziness, panic began to stir.
"I think I'll keep you."
You opened your mouth to protest, one of your hands flying to his hair to pathetically try and yank his head away, but to no avail. Sharp fangs pierced through the skin, muscles and tendons of your neck as if they were butter, sinking into your flesh with an icy, yet hot and searing pain that shot through your veins, causing a choked cry to get caught in your throat.
For a second, you considered calling for help. Screaming out into the wilderness of the lush jungle just in case someone, anyone was nearby to hear it, but the thought melted away as quick as it appeared.
The panic and pain faded away, another kind of heat taking their place. An overwhelming, mind numbing heat, settling deep in your very bones, like a pleasant liquid fire coursing through your veins.
You could feel his fangs retract from your neck, and a long, drawn-out whimper escaped you when you felt his tongue gently lap over the wound, a subtle rumble of approval sounding from the Naga. Large hands ran up your thighs, guiding the limp limbs to wrap around his hips, just above where scales morphed into skin, and your hips jerked at their own volition, grinding your mud covered shorts against his smooth pelvic area. His hands tightened their hold on your thighs, the tips of his claws pricking through the rough fabric of your shorts before ripping the garment to shreds, somehow leaving your skin unscathed.
"Tell me your name, little mouse," the Naga murmured against your sore neck, his lips brushing over the wound as he spoke, and you managed to whimper out your name, the syllables cracked and choked as you pathetically writhed in his grasp, desperately grinding your core against his pelvis. An approving hum sounded from the Naga, clearly happy with how quickly you responded to him, and he rewarded you by trailing wet kisses down your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, where he dipped his long, forked tongue out, sliding the appendage between the two supple mounds. You let out a shuddering moan, your free hand joining its twin in his hair, and you pulled his head closer against your chest, whining and squirming in his hold, to which he chuckled, dark and low.
"Pleasure to meet you," he mused against your skin, a wicked smirk spreading across his face, and a startled gasp escaped you when you suddenly felt somethings appear from what felt out of nowhere between your legs. Two long and slender cocks slid out from a previously hidden slit on the Naga's pelvis, both resting heavily against your abdomen all the way up to above your belly button, causing you to tense up in fear, but also in anticipation.
"My name is Suguru, and you, my bold little mate, are mine now."
❀༉‧A.N: HERE IT IS! AAAHH, this fic has been my own personal demon over over a MONTH now, holy shit. I hope y'all enjoy my new favorite snek man as much as I enjoyed writing him 💜🐍
✔ SUMMARY: Sleep apnea has your sleep schedule absolutely fucked in the ass while you try to hide that fact from your perfectly capable husband. Obviously it doesnt work and you get busted. You realize that the meds he prescribed you were very effective, as you find yourself dozing off while waiting for him to get home from another late shift.
✔ CONTENT: Somnophilia, DUB-CON, fem/afab!reader, Perv Sukuna but we love it, established relationship, reader previously took some sleeping pills of their own accord, Fingering, Oral (f!receiving), size kink (sigh), squirting, sukuna is lowkey a masochist, p in v, overstimulation, it gets soft in some parts, 3.4k words
── .✦ Signed, The Director.
You were on your hands and knees— Begging for a break, desperate to melt into the sheets soaked in sweat. Anything sounded better than this torture.
Metaphorically, of course.
Well, the hands and knees part at least. Everything else was still torture—nights spent tossing and turning, dragging yourself to class or work half-awake, while your husband threatened to smother you with a pillow just to stop your rattling snore. Either that, or you’d somehow asphyxiate in your sleep.
Sukuna had been pestering you about it since before the wedding. Nagging you puts your own mother to shame– almost. “You have a goddamn doctor for a husband, and you refuse to get checked up.” He scolded, crossing his arms and glaring at your pretty face. “Do you need a different doctor?” He tapped the side of his forehead. “Because it sounds like you do–”
You threw a pillow at his head. Maybe threatened him a little bit before brushing his words off to do whatever else.
You’d hidden the worst of it from him when his overnight shifts stretched into dawn. The dark circles under your eyes, the exhaustion— he didn’t see those when you were quick to cover them with makeup and half-assed excuses.
But one night, he caught you.
He shook you awake, and you’d gasped as your throat burned, taking in air it's been deprived of for a few seconds too long. If you looked in the mirror, you were half-expecting to be blue. He’d clicked his tongue and dragged you to his clinic the very next day.
The entire drive there had been an ordeal in itself. Sukuna had scolded you, until you threatened to jump out of the car. Which he knew you would probably do. Instead, he resorted to mumbling curses over his breath, veins popping on his neck as he muttered about “stupid patients” and his “even worse wife.” You know it was born out of worry yet he'd never admit it. so you rolled your eyes.
He gave you a very thorough look over, the appointment taking an hour (minus the scolding and the apologies you had given to his poor assistant). He had given you a quick prescription for sleeping medication, while also telling you to sleep on your side from now on.
That was a few days ago, and Sukuna was eager to know if you were actually doing as you were told. He never really knew, especially with a brat like you.
Sukuna came home well past midnight, shoulders heavy, white coat half off his arms, tie yanked loose. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the AC. He half-hazardly threw his shoes off, padding his way across the cold tile of the penthouse as he quietly made his way to the bedroom. From a few steps away, he could already hear the low and constant hum through the door, and he was ready to catch you snoring loudly, on your back, and no meds in sight. He clicked the bedroom door open to be proven wrong.
Snoring? Nope.
Vibrator left on? Apparently yes.
His plan was to strip, shower, crawl into bed, and maybe get an hour or two of sleep before he had to do it all again. But nah, lets throw that idea out the window, shall we?
Sukuna licked his lips, eyes trailing over every curve, every mark and dip in your body. Red eyes gleamed as he took in the gorgeous lace wrapped around your tits in a mix of elegance and lewdness.
He could recall that you’d texted him about a surprise waiting for him at home at the back of his head, before he had to disappoint you with news he had to stay late again.
A new set? Just for him? Oh, his wife was perfect.
You were perfect.
.. not that he'd say that.
“…you little slut,” he muttered under his breath, yet there was nothing short of perverted glee in his tone. He traced a thick and experienced finger against your skin, hooking a strap of your panties and pulling just to have it snap! on your skin.
You didn’t even stir.
He hummed, glad that you had actually taken your meds. Reaching over and clicking your vibrator off, he tossed that shit in the trash. You’d probably yell at him for that later, but why in the world would you need that thing when you had a very capable husband right here??
The thing didn't even get you to cum, seeing as you weren't even half as soaked whenever he left you creaming around his thick fingers. You even fell asleep! See? He had a proper defense for throwing away that poor excuse of a toy.
Sukuna slid his coat off, watching your peaceful face as the mattress dipped under his weight, his much, much larger form looming over you.
The air smelled faintly of sex and sweat. His eyes narrowed, taking in the mess of your thighs, the slight shine against the lace. Maybe guilt nipped at him just a bit, but lust overtook that. He wanted to apologize for another late night out, reward you for actually doing what he told you to and maybe to also taste your oozing slick against his tongue.
Sukuna’s cock twitched in his pants, his exhaustion burned away by the sight of you. He slid his hand over your hip, kneading the soft flesh.
He was tempted to give it a little bite, maybe surprise you awake with a new mark on your side. But no, sukuna had better plans.
He gently moved your leg to the side, eyes locking onto the sheen of your cunt. He knew you were asleep. Vulnerable in a way you'd only let him see. The thought of it made him dizzy.
He pressed two fingers against your bare cunt, lacey panties pushed to the side from your earlier ministrations.
“Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing your nub in slow circles, watching the way your body twitched even in sleep. “So tired that you passed out like this? My needy little brat…”
You stirred faintly, a whimper caught in your throat. Sukuna’s chest rumbled with a low growl of satisfaction. He hoped you stayed asleep, at least until he was in between your legs working you towards an orgasm.
His thoughts spiraled filthy and fast as he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down your thighs. And like the pervert he was, brought them to his face and took a deep whiff– Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your scent, sweet and dragging his senses down under. He kept his eyes on you as he licked the fabric, strands of slick sticking to the corners of his mouth. He had half the mind to not shove them in his mouth while he jerked off on your pussy. Maybe qnother time.
For now, he shoved the stained fabric in his pocket, something he could use for later.
His focus went back to the leaking prize between your legs, glistening in the low light, swollen and needy, already drooling for him.
“Goddamn…” His voice was hoarse, reverent and disgusting. “Perfect little cunt, still begging even in your sleep.”
He spread your thighs wider, settling between them, and let himself stare. This was his. His wife. His (albeit reluctant) patient. His personal obsession. The thing he wanted, craved after fourteen-hour shifts, the reason he sneered when he saw happy couples spend time together while he's stuck behind a desk.
He lowered his head before he could think twice, dragging his tongue through your folds in one long, filthy lick.
The action made your hips twitch up before Sukuna placed a large hand on your stomach, keeping you still as he continued to lay his tongue flat against your cunt, dragging it up to circle around your clit. The taste of you hit his tongue like a drug. Sweet, musky, intoxicating. He groaned into your pussy, letting his eyes close as he tried to nuzzle further into your slippery folds.
He'd pay his entire fortune if it meant he could drown in your nectar, have your scent fill his senses till he was high on the feeling of you. His raging caffeine addiction was practically nothing compared to his addiction to you.
A pussy addiction (specifically yours only), and sukuna was proud of it.
You twitched against his mouth, lighting every nerve in his system better than any electrolyte. He laughed low and dark, sucking at your clit until his cheeks hollowed. “That’s it, baby. Its just me, let me do aaall the work.”
He rutted against the sheets with every pornographic squelch that came from his lips on your cunt. It got louder as your hole continued to drool all over your his face, his chin glistening in your slick. If you were awake, he was sure you'd be hiding your face in the pillows at the sight.
His nose bumbed into your mound, tongue pushing into you and tracing your insides. His brows knitted in concentration as if you were another anatomy class that his entire career depended on. Instead, right now, he felt as if he was eating you out with his life on the line.
You moaned again, louder this time, a breathy cry that made his hips jerk. He smirked against you. “Dreaming ‘bout me, pretty?”
He spat onto your hole before diving back in, relishing in the way your slick mixed with his spit. It was messy and desperate, sucking, licking and nipping against you just to lap it all back up. He spread your lips wide with his free hand, tongue dragging flat and slow, then flicking sharp against your clit until your legs moved to close around his head.
The pressure was suffocating as your thighs pressed against his ears. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Your body writhed more and more, reacting to the pleasure and chasing more. “.. S’kuna..” you whispered, voice breathy against the silk sheets.
He reached up, finding your hands and intertwining your fingers with his. “Mm, right here baby.”
The other hand pressed down against your lower stomach, holding you still while his tongue assaulted your clit in rapid, ruthless strokes. You whimpered, brows furrowing as your dream started to feel a little too real, a little too good for it just to be a dream.
You blinked awake, sleep dragging at your eyelids while pleasure clawed at your core– threatening to burst. You looked down, only to find a familiar tuft of pink hair in between your legs. You felt his tongue push against your insides again, the action having you scrambling to grab at his hair. “A-ah, sukuna–”
“Mm, y’ taste so good. Couldn't–” he let out a loud sluuurp! As his tongue glided up your slit to flick at your nub. “Couldn't help myself.”
You let out a whine, half-awake, body twitching at the pleasure and warmth ready to snap at your core.
Sukuna pinned you down harder, tongue moving faster, lips sucking harder around your clit.
Your orgasm spilled over his tongue, hot and messy, slick dripping down his chin as your back weakly arched into him. You threw your head back, eyes snapping shut with a broken moan spilling from your lips.
He drank your juices down like it was sacrament, not caring as it sprayed all over his hair and face– if nothing, he was even more spurred on to drain every drop out of you, judging by his stained slacks and his desperate rutting into the sheets.
He pulled away from you, licking his lips like the slick shower you had blessed him with wasn't enough for his insatiable greed. Not even the bible could've warned you about this.
You were still trembling, blinking your eyes open when you felt the bed sink beside you. You find his crimson eyes half-lidded and staring right through you. He places a kiss on your jaw bebefore taking your lips against his. It was soft, even as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and had you taste the mess you made of yourself.
“Mm, kuna..” you mumbled, voice quiet as his hands traced up your chest to knead the flesh of your tits.
“Feel good, baby?” his fingers easily pulled your bra down, pulling and pinching at your bare bud like he's done a thousand times before. You nod lazily. “Good.”
Before you could roll away or mumble another sleepy whine, his thick hand slid between your thighs again. Two fingers pressed at your entrance before he started pumping the digits in and out of you, curling just right to push against that soft spot inside of you.
“Fuck—” he groaned through his teeth, watching the way your pussy swallowed his fingers down to the knuckle, still so wet from his mouth and your release. “Tight. Always so fucking tight, even after I've eaten you out.”
You let out a soft, broken cry, hips shifting against the sheets. Your hand twitched weakly, reaching for him in your haze, and he caught it in his free hand, pinning it beside your head.
Sukuna leaned down to press his lips against yours, a mercy or a punishment for your lovely little mewls. He wasn't as gentle this time around, tongue pushing past your lips like how his fingers were pushing in and out of your cunt.
“Feeling awake yet?”
Your reply came as a garbled moan, your body tightening, pussy clenching greedily around the stretch of his fingers scissoring you open. You couldn't even think of a proper sentence, verbs, adjectives and adverbs were so lost in the muck of your brain that you could only think of the pleasure and who was giving it to you.
“That’s it,” he snarled, kissing you again, sucking your tongue into his mouth before breaking away with a filthy lick along your cheek. Maybe he should play a new game, how many licks would it take to get to your core? “Thats my girl.”
You whimpered, hips rocking without rhythm, trying to grind down against his hand in a silent but desperate plea for more. “Kuna– please, more,”
He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully against the fabric of his slacks. “You really are a slut, aren't you, brat?” He pulled his fingers out of you with a wet pop! Before landing a quick smack to your pussy. Your sharp cry filled the room, yet the painful emptiness as your hoke clenched around nothing felt worse. “Begging for me while half-asleep. Fucking pathetic.”
He pushed his digits back inside of you, wet shlicks echoing throughout the room as he pumped his fingers quicker, enough to get you seeing stars.
Your walls fluttered desperately, your moans breaking into hiccups as his fingers curled against that soft, spongy spot deep inside. Each thrust was brutal, relentless– A stark contrast to how he traced circles into the back of your hand with his other.
Your body jerked suddenly, a strangled cry tearing out of you as you clamped down around his fingers. Sukuna smirked, eyeing the way fluids soaked the sheets with a tinge of jealousy. What a waste, they would've been just fine in his mouth.
“Fuuuuck yes,” Sukuna moaned, groaning deep in his chest as he kissed you hard, devouring your cries. He didn’t slow, not even as you whimpered, broken and overstimulated. He kept pumping his fingers, stretching you, working you through every aftershock.
He pulled his fingers out, giving your clit a few soft taps. “Good job.” He cooed, but it was anything but sweet. It was condescending. Mean. And it stayed that way as he brought his fingers to your mouth.
“Open.”
You obeyed without thought, lips parting, tongue darting out. He shoved his fingers between your lips, and you moaned, sucking your own cum off his skin as if it were natural.
Distantly, you could make out the sound of clothes being shuffled off followed by the clink of a belt. Your eyes fluttered open wider, still hazy from your taste on your tongue.
Sukuna groaned as his cock sprung free, red and angry. With the amount of pre leaking out of his tip, you'd think he came already. (Maybe he did. But that was between him, god, and the stains on his pants.)
“Gonna fuck you now,” he growled, yanking his fingers free from your mouth and shoving your legs apart. “Think you can take it?” He traced his knuckles on your jaw, ever so slightly grinding his shaft on your folds.
You nodded, groaning as you pushed his hips closer with your ankles.
“I need words, pretty.”
You took a gasping breath, shaking as you let it out. “Y-yeah, I can take it.”
“There we go.”
He groaned, lining himself up to rub his thick cockhead at your entrance, smearing his pre all over. The sound was filthy, obscene, and if you had a little more braincells left in you, you'd be telling him to just put it in already. But no, you were just a whining mess, bucking your hips up weakly– just enough to have his tip prod a bit harder against you.
He didn't leave you waiting for long though.
The stretch was so so good, your body arching with a sharp cry as his cock split you open inch by inch. Sukuna’s head tipped back, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as he sank into you easily from how soaked you were.
“Fuck– tight– always so tight,” he cursed, grinding his teeth as he bottomed out. His hips slammed flush to yours, his cock buried to the hilt, and he nearly lost it right there.
He bent low over you, capturing your lips again, swallowing your whimpers as he rolled his hips. Your whines and sukunas grunts filled the room as he slowly sank in and out of you, barely pulling out an inch before pushing back in. It was almost lazy, almost soft as if he wanted to treasure the moment. As if he were patient in giving you the time to adjust and take a semblance of a break.
But sukuna wasn't a patient man. Nor was he merciful.
Soon, his thrusts grew frantic. Deeper and harder as he started slamming into you that you swore knocked the breath straight out of your lungs.
The slapping of skin was filthy, paired with your wanton moans and squelches every time Sukuna bottomed out.
You were warm, so so warm and wet and perfect. If sukuna was any lesser man, he'd have busted his load inside you the second he sank into you. But sheer will pushed him to at the very least make sure you cum before him.
His hand trailed down your stomach, thumb tracing quick and frantic circles against your clit. The action has your brack arching off the bed, static electricity shooting up and down your spine and straight to your core.
“S’kuna– Close, ‘m close,” you mewled, grabbing at his large biceps and raking your nails against them.
It hurt. And that's exactly why it had Sukuna twitching like mad inside of you.
“Go on, cum for me. Can't fill you up if you don't.” Beads of sweat trailed down his neck and onto his chest, shining perfectly with the inky tattoos peppered across tanned skin.
You wrapped your legs around him, shaking as you felt the coil in your stomach snap right then and there. With a broken cry, your hole pulsed deliciously around him, the feeling finally pushing sukuna off that teetering edge.
“Ah, fuck,”He gasped, slumping forward until his forehead rested against yours. “Fuckfuckfuck– you're perfect.” His voice was softer but no less possessive.
You two stayed like that, his eyes clasped shut while he filled you with his seed. The thick liquid leaking out of you and flowing down onto the already very stained sheets.
When he opened his eyes again, they were mimicking the same haze in yours. If you looked close enough, you swore you could see hearts in his eyes. Sukuna didn't have the strength to pull out, instead putting his entire bodyweight on top of you like you were a better replacement for a bed.
He hid his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and the proof of your deeds.
You weakly shoved at his shoulder, groaning. “You're heavy,”
He scoffed, shifting to make himself even comfier on your body. Still buried a good 8 inches inside of you. “Jus’ go to sleep.”
You groaned, but you did feel your eyelids grow heavier, and the familiar weight on top of you didn't help that gnawing feeling of fatigue anyway. So with a sigh, you relented. “You better clean me up in the morning..”
"I’ll Need Your Full Attention To Properly Show You My Devotion..."
(EPIC!Poseidon Fic)
Okay so. I posted this like...almost a month ago. But life has been kicking my ass so we're only doing a proper plug post now lol.
ANYWAYS, in a true return to form, may I present to you ✨8.4k words of smut✨.
I'm too lazy to find my usual header image, so preview will just be below the cut and [the full thing is on AO3]. Hope y'all enjoy 💙
• NSFW • MDNI • x reader • Poseidon POV • no y/n • porn with SO much plot, sorry lol • praise, and lots of it • roleplay • oral (F!receiving) • body worship • hit it from the back • mirror sex • emotional sex • fluff at the end • i'm sorry but they are fuckin' in a cave again • we'll get you a proper bed eventually, I promise •
“I told you—eyes up, dear,” Poseidon murmured, glancing up to catch his siren with her head tilted down. There was a nervous intensity to her stare, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Even from here, he could see the slight quiver she was trying to hold back.
"I thought I was meant to be watching you, Lord Poseidon," she grumbled, equal parts sassy and shy.
Poseidon chuckled and shook his head back and forth. “Not from this angle.” He then nodded behind him, where the pair were perfectly reflected in the large pane of crystal across the pond.
The girl faltered, color rapidly draining from her face. “Oh…”
“Mmhmm," hummed Poseidon. "If you look away, I will punish you, little siren.” And just like that, the color returned in full force, the lustrous dust of Krustyre popping against her now reddened cheeks.
“Punish? I thought I was meant to be worshiped right now, was I not?” His siren's retort was meant to convey an aloof confidence, but Poseidon could hear the tremor in her voice. It was cute, really, how hard she was trying to put up an unbothered facade.
“Ah, yes, perhaps little goddess would be a more fitting moniker for tonight, hm?” Poseidon teased, easily breaking his siren's composure as the flush spread across her whole body. “Well then, my lady, I believe it would be in your best interest to keep your eyes on the reflection. I’ll need your full attention to properly show you my devotion.”
The girl swallowed audibly, the soft 'gulp' echoing off the surrounding walls. Nevertheless, she raised her head and looked forward as instructed, and Poseidon took that as his invitation to resume his 'worship'. He slid his hands back up his siren's legs, following each dip and curve until he arrived at her hip bones. Gradually, with feather-light pressure, he began to push up the edge of her chiton, watching hungrily as the golden embroidery gave way to supple skin.
Under his touch, he could feel the way her muscles tensed as her knees inched closer together by a hair. Poseidon laughed in a low rumble and placed himself between her legs before she could shut them further. He then began to kiss up her inner thigh, languidly, pausing every now and then to bite and nip at her skin the higher up he went. Poseidon let his eyes drift to her face again, raking over her form, and caught her gaze as it nervously flitted downward for the briefest moment.
Poseidon tutted at her and grabbed the edge of her perizoma. "Oh that won't do, my lady. We've barely just begun." To the tune of his siren's disgruntled noises, Poseidon slid her perizoma down slightly, just enough for it to sit at the widest part of her hips. “I need you to focus, my goddess,” he cajoled, his lips pressed against her bare skin at the juncture of her thigh and her pelvis. “Eyes. Up.”
This took...ages to write. The hyperfixation has unfortunately faded and writing is not coming to me very easily, so it'll probably be a while until I post next. However, this story has come to mean so much to me, in large part thanks to the folks who have kept up with my ever-evolving plot and have left so many kind words.
I have no plans to abandon this silly little tale and I have SO much planned for it, so thank you for following along if you have been and I promise there will be more. I still have a ton of requests to get to as well, so call me Arnold Schwarzenegger cause a bitch will be back 😤
"I’ll Need Your Full Attention To Properly Show You My Devotion..."
(EPIC!Poseidon Fic)
Okay so. I posted this like...almost a month ago. But life has been kicking my ass so we're only doing a proper plug post now lol.
ANYWAYS, in a true return to form, may I present to you ✨8.4k words of smut✨.
I'm too lazy to find my usual header image, so preview will just be below the cut and [the full thing is on AO3]. Hope y'all enjoy 💙
• NSFW • MDNI • x reader • Poseidon POV • no y/n • porn with SO much plot, sorry lol • praise, and lots of it • roleplay • oral (F!receiving) • body worship • hit it from the back • mirror sex • emotional sex • fluff at the end • i'm sorry but they are fuckin' in a cave again • we'll get you a proper bed eventually, I promise •
“I told you—eyes up, dear,” Poseidon murmured, glancing up to catch his siren with her head tilted down. There was a nervous intensity to her stare, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Even from here, he could see the slight quiver she was trying to hold back.
"I thought I was meant to be watching you, Lord Poseidon," she grumbled, equal parts sassy and shy.
Poseidon chuckled and shook his head back and forth. “Not from this angle.” He then nodded behind him, where the pair were perfectly reflected in the large pane of crystal across the pond.
The girl faltered, color rapidly draining from her face. “Oh…”
“Mmhmm," hummed Poseidon. "If you look away, I will punish you, little siren.” And just like that, the color returned in full force, the lustrous dust of Krustyre popping against her now reddened cheeks.
“Punish? I thought I was meant to be worshiped right now, was I not?” His siren's retort was meant to convey an aloof confidence, but Poseidon could hear the tremor in her voice. It was cute, really, how hard she was trying to put up an unbothered facade.
“Ah, yes, perhaps little goddess would be a more fitting moniker for tonight, hm?” Poseidon teased, easily breaking his siren's composure as the flush spread across her whole body. “Well then, my lady, I believe it would be in your best interest to keep your eyes on the reflection. I’ll need your full attention to properly show you my devotion.”
The girl swallowed audibly, the soft 'gulp' echoing off the surrounding walls. Nevertheless, she raised her head and looked forward as instructed, and Poseidon took that as his invitation to resume his 'worship'. He slid his hands back up his siren's legs, following each dip and curve until he arrived at her hip bones. Gradually, with feather-light pressure, he began to push up the edge of her chiton, watching hungrily as the golden embroidery gave way to supple skin.
Under his touch, he could feel the way her muscles tensed as her knees inched closer together by a hair. Poseidon laughed in a low rumble and placed himself between her legs before she could shut them further. He then began to kiss up her inner thigh, languidly, pausing every now and then to bite and nip at her skin the higher up he went. Poseidon let his eyes drift to her face again, raking over her form, and caught her gaze as it nervously flitted downward for the briefest moment.
Poseidon tutted at her and grabbed the edge of her perizoma. "Oh that won't do, my lady. We've barely just begun." To the tune of his siren's disgruntled noises, Poseidon slid her perizoma down slightly, just enough for it to sit at the widest part of her hips. “I need you to focus, my goddess,” he cajoled, his lips pressed against her bare skin at the juncture of her thigh and her pelvis. “Eyes. Up.”
This took...ages to write. The hyperfixation has unfortunately faded and writing is not coming to me very easily, so it'll probably be a while until I post next. However, this story has come to mean so much to me, in large part thanks to the folks who have kept up with my ever-evolving plot and have left so many kind words.
I have no plans to abandon this silly little tale and I have SO much planned for it, so thank you for following along if you have been and I promise there will be more. I still have a ton of requests to get to as well, so call me Arnold Schwarzenegger cause a bitch will be back 😤
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