˚.🎀༘⋆ verana. xviiii. arab-afri girlie in the uk obsessed with 𝒅aenerys targaryen and 𝒈ojo satoru, this is a primarily 𝒋ujutsu 𝒌aisen (n)sfw page with spoilers and unconventional content.
the new movie really expanded further on aangs loss and grief and I am so here for it !!! the animated series doesnt really delve into it much and with the main quest of the story taking precedence in the plot, that eventually overshadows it and that sad fact is pushed to the side. aang becomes just the avatar to us and we watch his journey as he learns to be it.
but with this new movie, we the viewers are reminded once again of who aang is first once more, an airbender and the last one at that. the movie opening up with his memories of his time at the temple and the happiness he felt then especially encapsulates this. that is what aang yearns for most of all. to return to a time where he wasn’t just the last, where the sky filled with bison and he could glide through the sky as free as the breeze.
his grief is so large. i wonder how scary it must feel, for him to know at the young age of just twelve that he will forever be burdened with carrying the last vestiges of his culture and people. that no matter how much he wants to, there will just never be enough time to say it all, to scavenge his memories as vague as they now become over the years and tell them all he knows. the gaang are now his family yes, but he quietly mourns the one he lost long ago and wonders wether if he had stayed back that maybe they would still be here.
I completely understand, as sad as it is, why he favoured tenzin more than his other children. this was the first airbender he’s seen in years after him, someone he could impress all of his memories onto, teach him of the airbending ways just how monk gyatso did for him. I wonder if he held tenzin and knew, as if it were something intrinsic to him, that yes, his culture wouldn’t die with him after all and lets out the sigh he’s been holding in for so, so long.
can someone give me recs for JJK fics on this app that aren’t just smut and have actual good plots…it feels like looking for a needle in a haystack, seriously, the entire jjk tags is literally poundtown no joke 😭😭😭bring back pwp fics please!
HOUSE RULES⠀─── ⠀Your daughter's friend always heard from her that her parents are disgustingly in love. She doubts it after watching you and Sukuna interacting.
The girl had heard many stories about her friend’s parents.
“You don’t understand,” she had said more than a million times, “my parents are, like, disgustingly in love. It’s embarrassing.”
She had expected something cringey. Kisses in the kitchen. Maybe matching mugs. Some middle-aged couple nonsense. Something wholesome, like in one of those old movies.
She hadn’t expected… this.
She stood awkwardly near the front door, her hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She felt slightly suffocated, as if the walls had eyes and all of them were staring at her.
A deep voice echoed through the house and she swallowed hard, glancing toward the kitchen, where her friend was calmly chewing her toast as if it were just another normal day.
“Are you blind?” Ryomen cleared his throat, one hand on his hip and the other lifting a small yogurt bottle to his mouth, his eyes fixed on his wife. “That’s not how you cut them.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” For a moment, the girl thought you were actually apologizing, but judging by the way you stabbed the poor fruit with the knife, it was easy to predict what would come next. “Next time I’ll ask for permission from the master chef before touching a knife.”
He smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was the kind that showed too many teeth. Almost mocking.
“You really should,” he replied, taking another sip of yogurt as if he were completely relaxed, as if his wife didn’t have her hand dangerously close to a knife. “Because clearly you lack the motor coordination.”
You slowly turned your body, leaning your hip against the counter and crossing your arms, your lips parting to retort. “It’s just a fruit.”
“Presentation matters.” He shrugged.
“Then cut it yourself.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Are you admitting your incompetence?”
“I’m offering you an opportunity, coward.”
“Right—“ Sukuna’s gaze shifted, his eyes landing on the visitor near the door. “Who’s that.” His expression was terrifying to the poor girl.
“My friend, dad.” The teenager took one last sip of coffee and stood up. “She’s walking to school with me.”
“You brought someone into my house without asking for my permission first?” Sukuna placed the yogurt bottle on the counter and crossed his arms.
“That ‘someone’ is her friend,” you interrupted. “And the house is ours. I allowed it. Stop making a scene.” Your voice lowered slightly, as if trying to spare the poor girl from feeling even more embarrassed and intimidated.
“But she didn’t ask permission—”
“I asked mom. She’s the one who decides, anyway,” your daughter said, placing her plate in the sink and grabbing her backpack from the chair.
He let out a low “hm” through his nose.
“Of course,” he murmured, uncrossing his arms only to rest his hands on the counter behind him, leaning his weight back with an almost irritating calmness. “You hide behind your mother’s authority.”
“Sure, sure,” the teenager rolled her eyes, already pulling her friend by the arm toward the door.
“Sweetheart,” you said, your voice softer than anything you had used in the past few minutes. “Aren’t you going to be late? Your father can give you two a ride.”
“I don’t—”
“We’re fine! Thank you so much!” the friend answered far too quickly, dragging your daughter outside.
Ryomen’s gaze returned to you. “Did you see her behavior? In my time, children who challenged their parents learned—”
“You’re too talkative today,” you replied. “And don’t complain, you’re the one who spoiled her.”
He scoffed, leaning over and hugging you from behind.
As the two girls walked side by side, the friend cleared her throat.
“Are they… okay?”
“They’re like that,” she replied. “Gross, right? Imagine listening to that flirting every single day.”
the smell of metal clings to him—the evidence of blood stains his hands, a few drops stain his porcelain skill. he could pass off as a model—a doll, if he weren’t so rotten inside.
you can only stare at what seems to be satoru gojo infront of you. a monster wears his face, has taken the real man from you and worn his skin like old clothes that fit perfectly.
he’s done—said, horrible things. taken things he can never give back. his heart is as black as his sunglasses, wretched and rotten.
satoru gojo is forbidden fruit you have been told not to touch. but desire still whispered in ear.
what came out of being obedient? some would argue that Adam and Eve’s greatest act was not when they began the human race but when they ate from the tree and barred their offspring from Eden.
satoru gojo is original sin—the fruit you must not eat, the hand you must not hold, the face you must not caress. he is all you want but can not have, should not have. he is the ache between your ribs, the heat between your legs and the breath that escapes your lips.
your mother tells you to stay away. a blight that boy is, everything he touches dies.
your father says he is a curse, look at his friend and then look at him, he’s going to ruin our my poor girl!
all the warnings fall from your mind like petals.
you nudge the door open wider, allowing him entry into your home. he doesn’t need to ask. you’re foolishly in-love with him that’s why.
and even when his face and hands are scrubbed clean and his hair smells faintly of your lavender shampoo, his fingers inching towards you from across the bed. you can’t say no.
you never say no.
not when his lips press against yours, selfish and wanting and leave ruin in its ache. not when the hot slide of his tongue breaches your mouth and his hands wanders across your skin, tainting everywhere he touches with his blight.
you’re sleeping with the devil, you know, everyone knows. but they don’t know you let him in every time.
“your sister is a menace, she never shuts her mouth.” he grumbles, collapsing onto the couch in your office. the light outside had faded into the rosy pink that meant dusk. in this specific lighting, his hair looks more sakura than it does in the day.
“yes, but she never lies. what did she say?” your pen falls to a halt mid sentence. your sister was a brusque women but she never lied. she simply “spoke the truth many did not want to hear,” and while you could try and say you disliked it, you valued the honesty she gave.
maybe not so much now atleast.
sukuna has a blank look on his face, the only telltale sign of emotion being the slightly prominent vein in the side of his neck that pulsed very faintly with every beat of his heart. you can deduce that whatever your sister had said had angered him greatly. (or was it annoyance that you read from him?)
“she said I should leave before I break your heart.”
you cock your head to the side, eyes squinting at the man to the side of you. your eyes trail his face leeringly, following the black marks branded on his skin. you follow it down, down, down until it disappears past the collar of his clothes.
back when you first met him, he had been the paragon of evil in your world. the man who all feared and revered at the same time. the man who was rumoured to eat the flesh of his captives. the man who had torn his heart out for the sake of power. the king of curses.
and now he sat here, in your home, in your council advising you and he had never looked further from that man than he did now. he has become tame ever since arriving in the capital but you know, you know the tempest brewing beneath his false skin. the thirst for blood that had not left him—only been pushed aside.
“and should i?”
his gaze flickers to you, crimson oculi beneath his lashes. his mouth is slanted in a smile (or what you think it is), pearly white canines peak from behind his rose lips. was there anything more wicked than it? the mouth that had been attached to yours but a few hours ago. his mouth that had once been periodically stained with the ichor of curses—been dotted with bruises from your own.
what a wretched thing he was, you think, as you rise from your seat.
“you know the answer to that already.”
and there it is. the stark truth that was the film of desire, disgust and admiration that lay between the two of you. there is no doubt he will bring about your downfall, that was a thought you had long accepted, one thing you didn’t need your sister telling you. the hunger in him is still calling, you can see, and soon it will swallow you whole.
but all you can think when you lower yourself into the steel bands of his arms, when his woeful mouth latches onto your neck like a ravenous beast is that you’ll bring about his own destruction too.
it’s your host, MARS STERLING live from the villa ! five couples remain on the island & tonight, one of them is going home—it’s up to america tumblr to vote who they think is the least genuine couple, & decide who will be dumped from the island !
‘did yall not see how satoru rolled his eyes when y/n kept telling him to not talk to the casa girls. free my man omg 😭’
slushynoobzz7 says:
‘GOJO AND Y/N ENEMIES TO LOVERS I’M HERE FOR IT. but can we talk abt the scene where he was lwk palming her in her bikini tho…like sir this is NATIONAL TELEVISION.’
hothighpriestess says:
‘okay but are we just gonna ignore the fact that gojo is a sagittarius. he’s gonna cheat on my girl please free y/n 💔’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘gojo and y/n, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
gojo’s thumbing your thighs on national television.
not the fleshy surface, he’s much too crass for that. gojo satoru dips bony fingers into the split in your thighs & pouts when you shoot him a glare. his glower melts into grin; you think he has too many teeth.
“look, i flirt. that’s like, breathing for me. but y/n? first girl who ever made me question my skills,” he turns to you, “that’s why i flirt with her the most.”
“i’d say i’m honored, but you’d flirt with a wall if you could.”
gojo satoru doesn’t sport his blind-man glasses for a change. his hair is sweat soaked & sticky & full of half-curls. when you’re done speaking he makes a show of clutching his chest in pain, eyes rolled shut like chestnut shells.
“dramatic,” you mutter but your tone is fond. you reach out a palm to cup his cheek but he takes your palm & kisses it instead. his lips are summer sticky. there’s peach shine where he kissed your hand.
satoru grins.
“you’re the only one for me in this villa,” he hums into your palm, “and unless zendaya shows up, it’s staying that way.”
“that’s not the romantic closing statement you think it is.”
★ NANAMI X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
luvolandria says:
y’all i could NEVER be a casa girl do u see how they treat y/n ?? and omg she’s such an angel notice how she keeps it classy even when they outright BULLY her. tumblr please give this queen my 100k
penguinn0 says:
‘just realized that the reason nanami didn’t kiss y/n for like five eps is because she said she’s scared of being used and he doesn’t want her to think that’s the case w him??? bye if they get dumped i’m dropping the show’
kubzscouts-is-my-wifey says:
‘omg y/n is SO pretty she literally looks like princess tiana ?? but i lwk don’t want her nd nanami to win they’re kinda boring imo😭’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and nanami, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
being with nanami burned like hell.
but you won’t say that on national television. not when you’re half-sat on his lap & his palm sleeps heavy on your hips. you shift & he pats your thigh. aching, automatic.
“i’d say that for y/n and i, things haven’t mostly been easy.”
you cough, an understatement. but kento pays you no mind. he keeps spilling words from the jugular.
“y/n’s been especially strong, and that’s one of the things i admire about her. it wasn’t easy coupling up despite the opposition, but i’m forever grateful she chooses to stay by my side regardless.”
he grips your palm & you squeeze back.
“what kento and i have is real,” you soften, “and i’d be damned if i let some villa bitch ruin it.”
kento’s lip twists. you swear you see a smile.
★ TOJI X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
percabeth4ever says:
‘tumblr as much as i love watching them pls DO NOT let them win !! ik toji irl and he’s literally a beggar on my street, he did NOT come here for love 😭’
holdingspace4cierra says:
‘yall i’d hate to be the other islanders🧍♀️ imagine trying to get your 8 hours in but y/n & toji doing it raw right next to you smh 🥀
kiribaku4l says:
‘bad bitch w a bad boy we LOVE to see it. and the way u can literally feel their sexual tension through the screen?? yeah I’m taking them to the finals🙏.’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and toji, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
“y/n’s annoying,”
“excuse me?”
toji’s slouched & heavy boned on the comforter, one arm thrown lazy over your seat as he shrugs. “bossy. picks fights if i breathe wrong. way too complicated.”
“like your financial situation.”
you’re promptly ignored. “and she never stops running her mouth—unless my hand’s on her throat.”
you don’t miss the way the camera man coughs.
“but she’s smart. sharp. and when she’s asleep? clings to me like she’ll die if i leave.”
you blink, voice small as your fingers curl around his wrist. your brows furrow & your lips are tugged downwards as if you’re trying to recall every moment you’ve ever slept together. “i don’t do that.”
“you do,” a pause. “kills me every time.”
“still not splitting the money though.”
you look up at him & his lips are bent in a clumsy grin. you pinch his side,
“try it and die.”
★ SUGURU X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
sodapoppp says:
‘when suguru comes on screen so i come too 💔’
ishowmeat says:
‘are we not gonna talk about how getou cried more when he thought satoru was gonna leave the island than when the same happened to y/n…get this man off my screen🤦♀️’
master-jinshis-cumslut says:
‘these two gotta be the FIRST couple in love island history to actually use the swimming pool😭 also that challenge when y/n gave him a lap dance ??? foaming at the mouth omg’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and suguru, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
“that lap dance was me proving a point,”
you’re idly playing with the collar of his shirt, knuckles brushing his lips as he presses half-pecks to your skin. getou hums, “and what point is that ?”
“you’re not as unbothered as you pretend to be.”
suguru sighs as if defeated, eyes pressed shut & your palm trailing down his shirt as he sinks into the comforters. “you caught me,” he breathes, “hard to fake unbothered when you looked at me like you knew what you were doing.”
“i did know,” you smile sweetly, tucking yourself into his side. his palm smooths heavy over your arm & you lean up like you’re about to peck him on the lips—then don’t. he frowns.
“you breathe different when you’re jealous.”
he pokes your nose, “and you grin when you think you’ve won.”
his fingers rub circles on your thigh, slow & sure & syrup heavy, “you like getting reactions out of me, don’t you?”
you hum into his side, “i wanna see you crack.”
“careful,” suguru shifts you so your knee’s in his lap, lips pressed into your hair. “you might get addicted to what comes out.”
the producers have to remind you this is a confession booth.
★ SUKUNA X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
mamoushii says:
‘y/n and sukuna are really miscommunication final boss—like wdym they BOTH brought back ppl from casa just cuz they couldn’t tell if the other would be serious about closing off?? is this love island or blue spring ride omg.’
mirawontmiss says:
‘the way sukuna was acting like the prize at first then switched up when he realized y/n won’t chase him LMFAOO’
nicolandria101 says:
‘the way sukuna almost STRANGLED that casa guy over y/n??? I KNOW THAT COOKIE GOOD 🙌’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and sukuna, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
“i think sukuna confuses control for care.”
“and i think y/n confuses silence with indifference.”
you glare at him. sukuna is unbuttoned sun-shirt & silver chain glinting across his chest. he meets your gaze from the corner of his eyes,
“you act like if i don’t say it, it isn’t real.”
“because you don’t say it.”
sukuna’s tone dips, low, dangerous: “i show it. when i didn’t kiss that casa girl. when i socked that guy who tried to touch you. when i slept on the daybed ‘cause you were mad at me.”
your arms are still crossed over your chest. you don’t meet his eyes.
“don’t tell me i don’t care when you’re the only one i lose sleep over.”
your heart claws up your throat. you’re chewing your cheek trying to suppress the bubbling in your chest. you bite your tongue,
“you still brought back someone from casa too.”
“so did you,” he quips. “guess we’re both fucked.”
you lean your head against his shoulder. “guess we are.”
the islanders have spoken, it’s time for tumblr to cast its votes !
overview: emperor!sukuna who plays favourites with his concubines, finds out that someone else is taking care of the ones he’s neglecting. a late night stroll uncovers the culprit as one of his lower ranking mistresses and he’s fuming…and maybe a little jealous too?
cw: mdni, trueform sukuna, smut, emperor x concubine, voyeurism, self indulgent reader, some wlw action, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), riding his stomach mouth…mouth stomach idk, hands free orgasm (m), cowgirl, very light blood play, begging, light choking, 4.8k words
inspired by a drabble I lost half way through :(
Patience was a virtue.
And unfortunately, Ryomen Sukuna didn’t have any to speak of.
He expanded his territories indiscriminately, seizing neighbouring empires that took a little too long to agree to his terms at the drop of a hat. Men who refused surrender were reduced to bloody pulps, and rulers beheaded faster than they could open their mouths and ask for forgiveness for making him wait too long.
The only time Sukuna showed a morsel of patience was with his concubines, and even that was wearing thin lately.
It seemed there was an unexpected infestation of vermin in his palace. A skittery little mouse was roaming all over the place, and while it started off by taking small nips at his patience, it has now made itself at home. Overcome by gluttony, it overindulges and swallows his benevolence whole. And even when it has more than enough, it goes on to chip away at his most prized possession.
His concubines.
Contrary to popular belief, all of them came to him willingly, and they all knew that they were allowed to leave anytime they wanted. Some women came from impoverished kingdoms, where monarchs took most of their subjects’ money and prettily dressed up their corruption as ‘tax’. These women figured living in a palace with an abundance of food and clothing was better than a rickety shack that threatened to blow away with every thunderstorm. Others came from foreign lands, drawn in by whispers of an emperor in the east, who spoiled his women rotten with all his riches. A good handful even were royal and noblewomen who fled their kingdoms to escape forced marriages with men who were often four times their age.
Harem standing at a whopping five hundred and fifty-five women, Sukuna was self-aware enough to know that some wouldn’t be interested in him. While all came willingly, some seemed perfectly content with enjoying all the luxuries being his concubine offered without ever having to be in the same room as him. This hardly offended the emperor because, truth be told, he had favourites too, and it didn’t matter how much stamina he had, trying to get through five hundred women would’ve sent him to an early grave with his cheeks sunken in from exhaustion.
The only rule he had was that he expected all the concubines to be loyal. The irony of that rule wasn’t lost on him, but he was a possessive fucker, and he knew he would kill whoever touched what was his in the blink of an eye.
Or so he thought he would.
Fending off too many mosquitoes to count, Sukuna decided to take a late-night walk to clear his head. His physician told him it would help him clear his mind and relax, but after missing the pesky insects one too many times and smacking himself all over, he decides this isn’t for him.
When he finds himself stalking through the Rose Palace, he slows down to stare at the pristine white building with intricate red accents all over. This palace housed the lower-ranking concubines, some of whom he had only met once, if at all, and he realised it had been a while since his last visit. Knocking himself out of his daze with a shake of his head, Sukuna turns to walk back the way he came. Relaxation be damned, he couldn’t afford to deal with more of these mosquitoes and get lost too.
But his sharp ears pick up on a sound that has him freezing in his tracks. It is so late that the courts are empty and all the women are fast asleep in all their quarters. So, hearing a fervent curse whispered into the night, low and pleasure-filled, followed by the moan of a name, is shocking. Head tilting, Sukuna’s legs have him turning towards the sound instead of leaving, doubling back to a room just at the end of the row. The window is open, and through the slip between the curtains, he sees it.
The indisputable entanglement of two women pressed together in a messy web of soft legs and wandering hands. Their chests are plastered together so tightly that not even the thinnest sheet of paper could hope to wedge in between them. One woman is completely naked, and while she looks like a dreamy vision as moonlight falls over her skin and marks a white outline around her silhouette, Sukuna’s scarlet gaze shoots to the other woman instead. You.
Clad in a silky nightgown, your hair falls over your shoulders, curls and waves kissing along your collarbone almost as feverishly as the woman on your lap pecks at every sliver of skin she can get to. You have an arm looped around the woman’s slim waist, keeping her on your lap, and you watch her through low-lidded lashes while she grinds down on your fingers. She whispers a name, presumably yours, and Sukuna would have found it pretty if the sight before him didn’t fill him with unimaginable rage.
It seems he has just found the vermin that has been running amok.
The woman moans unintelligibly, and you capture her lips in a heated kiss before pulling back to whisper, “You can say it, Emika. No one’s gonna hear you.”
Oh, he begs to differ.
“Yours.” The woman, Emika, whimpers with her mouth gaping and hips picking up to buck into your hand faster.
“Hmm?”
“I—I’m yours.”
Emika’s words are uttered with her right on the precipice of an orgasm, and a better man would have left a long time ago, but unfortunately for her, that wasn’t Sukuna. So, with two long strides, he’s at the door, and a burly arm shoots up to land a heavy blow against the flimsy block of wood. There’s a shrill scream when the door swings open, and it bangs against the wall in a loud crackle, just shy of falling right off its hinges.
Sukuna steps over the threshold, and he watches as the brunette woman’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. She grabs a nearby blanket off the bed, wrapping it around her body with trembling hands before coming to kneel at his feet.
Or at least Sukuna thinks that’s what she does, because since he walked into the room, his blood-slick eyes haven’t left yours. You’re still sitting prettily on the bed. Arms propped out behind you and the thin strap of your nightgown falls off your shoulder, teasing the curve of your breast, as you meet his gaze head-on.
The longer he stares, the more the infuriatingly alluring smirk on your lips broadens. That look is enough for him to know who the guilty party is here.
“Your majesty.” Sukuna startles a little, as if he forgot the other woman was still there, and he finally glances down at her. At complete odds with you lounging on the bed, Emika’s head nearly touches the floor with how far she bows. “We weren’t expecting you.”
I bet. He mentally grouses.
“Am I interrupting something?” Sukuna sees the woman shudder, as if bearing the weight of the heavy baritone in his voice was too difficult a task.
“No! Not at all. We were just uh—” she allows herself to meet his stare for half a second before glancing away again. “Just talking.”
A snicker sounds from the four-poster bed, and Emika whips her head to the side, lips thinning like she’s ordering you to be quiet.
“Talking? With your clothes off?”
She turns back to the emperor, and her face is flushed bright red. “I erm…we—”
“Get out.”
Emika jerks like she has just been electrocuted, but stands up, nonetheless. She takes a few steps to the door, then, as if remembering something, turns towards you and softly calls out your name, as if urging you to follow her, but Sukuna merely shakes his head.
“No, just you.”
There’s no movement, and with a glance over his shoulder, he sees the young woman frozen on the spot with her lips pursed as if she might stand her ground, but with a warning flash of his ruby reds, she is hobbling out the door like a kicked dog. Sukuna’s eyes meet yours again, and you finally pull the gown down your legs to hide supple bits of skin that both sets of his traitorous eyes lapped away at.
“Your majesty.” You greet with a slight incline of your head, moving as if you were going to approach him, but choose to sit at the edge of the bed at the last minute. The lack of deference has him bristling.
“You aren’t bowing.”
“Weak knees. My humblest apologies.” You explain half-heartedly, and when you cross your legs, he once again has to wrench his eyes off their smooth expanse and back to your face. Sukuna definitely hadn’t met you yet. Sometimes he received brief descriptions of potential concubines, and he would wave them off before going back to his work. After all, it wasn’t like he would acquaint himself with every single one of them.
But perhaps if he had paid more attention during your arrival, he would’ve caught you before you had made yourself so…comfortable.
Remembering your name from Emika, he drawls it out, tests it on his tongue like it was an unfamiliar taste of exotic wine, and he was trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Being called by name makes you perk up a little.
“Do you mind explaining what I just walked in on?” You don’t answer right away, and it makes the last bit of his patience dry up, words now coming out as a low growl. “I asked you a question.”
“I heard you.” While he’s barely keeping his temper at bay, you’re completely calm and play with the threads that came loose from the bedding, as if they were more interesting than the entire conversation was. More interesting than he was. “I was just wondering how much detail you would like me to go into.”
The side of Sukuna’s face scrunches, and at his sides, all twenty fingers almost follow the movement, nearly balling into fists. But with how calm you were, he decides he could not be the one to break and lose his temper first. He takes a step closer to you, and finally, he sees the corners of your eyes crinkle as you narrow your eyes at him the tiniest bit.
So, you did have some self-preservation.
“When I first heard the rumours that someone was bedding my women, I thought it was one of my soldiers or maybe a cook. Hell, it could have even been a eunuch who had somehow evaded castration, but it’s you, isn’t it?” Your back straightens when he stops a few paces away from you, and yes, he knew for sure that it was you. “What makes you think you can take my women?”
Your lips purse for a moment, eyes shifting to and fro as you look for a good answer to give him. Then…“May I speak freely for the remainder of this conversation, your majesty?”
That elicits a sharp cackle from him.
“Why bother asking? You never needed my permission to do anything before.” You only arched an eyebrow at him, as if he were a toddler whose tantrum you were waiting out. “Speak.”
Your hair bounced as you readjusted on the bed, and without even knowing you, Sukuna could tell from the condescending gleam in your eyes that he wasn’t going to like what you were about to say.
“You have half a thousand concubines and only pay attention to a select few, twenty on a good day. It’s hardly fair that the rest of us are expected to stay celibate just because you can’t keep up.”
What.
“Excuse me?”
“The way I see it,” you continue as if he hasn’t spoken. “You should be thanking me for keeping the ladies entertained in your stead.”
“Thank you?” he splutters with his voice the highest it’s ever been.
“You’re welcome.”
Something between a laugh and a scoff comes from his chest, half incensed, half disbelieving as he turns his back to you. Hands go to rake over his face, passing over the hardened casing that covered the right side. A moment passed as he gathered himself, then, when he was sure he wouldn’t throttle you, he turned around again.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to come into my house, break my one rule, then tell me I should be thanking you for it.” His words wipe the shit-eating grin off your face. “All the women know that if they’re unhappy, they can leave at anytime. I’m not forcing anyone to be here!”
“You know full well that most of them can’t go back to the conditions they lived in before!” Had anyone else raised their voice at him, they would have been cut down where they stood. But Sukuna is so thrilled that you are showing an emotion other than cool indifference, he barely pays it any mind. You stand from the bed and approach him with agility that tells him you in fact, did not have weak knees.
“You live in my house. In my kingdom,” eyes red hot as a blazing sun, sneered down at you as if they were promising to burn you to a crisp. “You follow my rules.”
Glossy lips purse as you stare up at him for a few long moments. Then that carefully blank curtain falls over your face again. “Fine. Then I should like to leave.”
You turned towards your vanity, and Sukuna only saw the piece of paper lying on it now. “I was going to hand in my resignation letter later this week, but seeing that you’re already here—”
“No.”
Feet faltering, you pause, and your shoulders work when you take a deep breath before turning around.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I won’t sign it.” Sharp canines glint as he gives you a sardonic smile.
“But you just said we could leave whenever we wanted.”
“I said my concubines could leave whenever they wanted.” The distance between the two of you closes again, and he isn’t sure who stepped closer this time. “You are a thief.”
“A thief?” You sputtered with your brows raised so high they nearly touched your hairline. “With all due respect your majesty, you have a nasty habit of making these women sound like possessions rather than people.”
“They’re mine.” He says, not even denying your comment, and when you scowl, he has to crane his head down so he can get in your face. “You think you can come into my house, eat my food, wear clothes bought with my money,” he lifts his hand, and a sharp nail catches the strap of your nightgown where it hangs off your shoulder, and tugs it up to its rightful place. “Fuck my women, and I’ll just let you leave?”
You glance down at his hand hovering over the curve of your shoulder, his nails so long they could puncture through skin with ease if he wanted to.
“You can’t keep me here against my will.”
The boisterous laughter that echoes through the room almost makes you flinch.
“Who’s gonna stop me, huh? You?”
Your lips tremble, and he preens, thinking he has finally gotten through to you. But instead of the ugly cry he was expecting, a smile curls your lips, and you take a step forward, so close he can smell the scent of jasmine and something more edible on your skin.
“Well in that case, Lady Kyomi has been staring at me a little too closely these days. If I’m staying, I might as well pay her a visit.”
Sukuna didn’t make a habit of harming people who were a lot frailer than him. He liked the dizzying thrill of heading right into battle with combatants who were on par with him. And swords, claws and teeth would meet in a frenzy of blood and gore.
This meant that he never lifted a hand against a woman. That is, until today, when a hand closes around your neck and pushes you back until you’re pressed against a nearby wall.
Your breath hitches.
He isn’t choking you, not really, but the threat of it, as his massive hand spans over your throat with ease and sharp nails drag along your skin, is definitely there. Sukuna could handle a lot of things, but you threatening to go after the very woman in the running to be his empress consort was out of bounds.
“Do you wish to see me lose my temper?”
His voice was scarily low now, and the tip of his nose brushed against yours.
“You mean you haven’t already?”
“Don’t test me, little girl.” Your nose scrunches, obviously not a fan of that nickname. With his grip on your neck, he tips your head up higher so you can look at him. “You are to stay away from Kyomi, Emika and all the other concubines you have bedded. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.” You say that a little too quickly for it to be convincing, and when you move into his hand around your neck instead of cowering away, he knows you aren’t going to give in so easily. “But just between us, your majesty, tell me which upsets you more, the fact that I fucked them or that I didn’t fuck you?”
A beat passes before Sukuna laughs, long and loud right in your face. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Your cock is pressing into my thighs.” You mused, and his shoulders tensed.
Truth be told, he has been hard since he eavesdropped on you and Emika earlier. And as much as it pained him to admit it, the longer he spoke to you, the higher the tent beneath his robes pitched itself.
“You know,” A manicured nail skirts over the opening of his robes over his bare chest and his cock twitches. “If you had just asked, I would have considered letting you join.”
Your sheer audacity has him at a loss once more.
“I wouldn’t need your permission.” He replies through clenched teeth and tries to hold his breath so your perfume wouldn’t cloud his mind. This is probably how you got people wrapped around your finger. He thought. A teasing touch, the coaxing pull of your sweetened scent and most of all your soft, taunting voice, and they would be trapped before they even knew it.
“Oh, but you’d want it.”
Sukuna’s hand flexes around your throat, and a beat passes with him just panting inches from your mouth. Whenever the emperor couldn’t purge his temper through bloodshed, he often turned to fucking. And it seems he chose the latter as he tugs you forward and seals his lips over yours.
You flinch at the force of the kiss, breath coming out as a soundless huff like he just knocked the air right out of your lungs. Your hands come up to rest on his thick biceps, but you don’t push him away just yet.
Sukuna’s tongue traces over the plush seam of your lips before it plunges into your mouth, and he stiffens at the taste that hits him. Minty freshness, remnants of hibiscus tea and a little fainter, the unmistakable tartness of pussy. A fang nips at your soft lip, and he relishes the yelping sound you make as he greedily laps at a bead of blood that flows out. He wrenches himself away from you, eyes burning as he meets your gaze.
“You put your mouth on her?” He seethes, and you only peer up at him through long lashes, a self-assured smile firmly in place on your lips. “You are infuriating.”
Hands grasp your waist and pull you off the wall and up against him. And as he leads you to the bed, your feet never touch the floor again.
Belatedly, you start to wonder whether you have bitten off more than you can chew.
The bedsprings whine under the weight of the burly emperor lying on them. The man is made of pure muscle, and the inky black markings that cut lines down his tanned skin bulge with every movement he makes. Four hulking arms lay at his sides, flexing impatiently as he tries to keep himself from pulling you onto him. And while he waits, two sets of eyes, four total, glare at you through his coral hair and obsessively follow you the way a predator would stalk its next meal.
“Since you enjoy eating pussy so much, let’s see how you like being on the receiving end.” Sukuna had said a while ago, and while your heart thrashed excitedly in your chest at the prospect of sitting on his mouth, you soon realised he wasn’t talking about the one on his face.
You could only gawk as washboard abs quivered, then gaped, giving way to a large mouth that cut through the centre of his stomach. The mouth gave you a mischievous grin, canines razor sharp, before it licked its lips in anticipation. Between that and the monstrosities, yes, monstrosities plural, that lay heavy between his legs, you aren’t sure where to look.
“What are you waiting for?”
Your eyes bounce up to his face, and you shift a little on the foot of the bed before moving on all fours to crawl towards him. A crimson gaze burns a trail through you when you go to his side instead of immediately straddling him. You tuck your hair behind your ear before you lean down and kiss him. Sukuna’s arms snake under you, and you gasp when he forcibly pulls you on top of him. Settling on his lap, he makes sure the kiss never breaks as he sucks your lip into his mouth, chasing the taste of iron he tasted earlier.
A tongue licks a stripe up your lips, and you feel a heated breath blow against your stomach before his other mouth lolls out against your skin. You shiver above him, hands braced beside his head and almost buckling from the sensation pooling low in your belly.
“Sit on it.” Sukuna commands, breath hot against your lips, but you don’t move. A low groan sounds when you pepper a soft kiss on his mouth, and he pulls back to ask again.
“Let me taste you.”
Your dark eyes clash with his, and he blurts the word out before he can stop himself. The word he has never had to say to anyone before.
“Please.”
An emperor begging a concubine? No one would believe you if you told them. But you oblige. Straightening on his lap and moving forward until you’re hovering just above the large mouth that literally drools with your cunt so close to it.
Hands grope at your hips, then lower you slowly.
Whereas Sukuna is taking his time, his mouth didn’t seem to get the memo because a disarming kiss is delivered to your clit before a fat tongue lolls out and swipes a lavish lick up your slit. You forward jerk, and strong hands clamp around your form tighter, holding then pushing you further onto the relentless mouth that laps away at every drop of your slick.
“Oh.” You huff out with a little shock colouring your tone.
You look at Sukuna’s face again, and you see his lips gape as a light glaze covers his eyes, almost like he can taste you on both mouths. Your hips roll against his stomach when his thick tongue thrusts into your cunt, and moan slips through as your gummy walls clamp around the muscle.
“Look who can’t keep up now,” Sukuna says, referring to when you told him that you were doing him a favour by picking up the slack of tending to his ‘neglected’ concubines.
Your hips slow, trying to lift off his mouth to give yourself a break, but he doesn’t let you, of course. And you’re not sure what possesses you, but your fingers, the same ones you had inside Emika a few minutes ago, go to his lips and slot into his mouth.
“I keep up well enough.” You know he tastes her essence from the way his red pinpoint eyes narrow to slits, and you smile at him. “Sweet, isn’t it?”
Teeth bite down on your fingers, and you mewl at the ghost of pain that follows. His fangs pricked your skin again, and he sucks the digits into his mouth with a heavy groan. You feel his body move beneath you, and when you glance over your shoulder to see his hips rutting into the air and both his cocks leaking with precum, your tongue instinctively wets your lips.
Maybe one day you’d be brave enough to take him in your mouth too…wait, why were you thinking about that as if you’d let this happen again?
Sukuna is drooling around your fingers and on your cunt as he alternates between diving into its tight hole and sucking your clit into his mouth. When you feel his hips shudder pathetically under you, followed by the warm spray of cum against the small of your back, you almost want to make fun of him for cumming untouched. But you can’t because you’re not that far behind either. A few more shaky rolls of your hips, and he keeps you plastered to him as you tremble with your release too.
You’re still shaking when Sukuna lifts you to move you further down his muscular body. He angles the pink tip of one of his lengths with your cunt, and you feel the other bop against your ass needily. Sliding down the thick girth is no easy feat, and he doesn’t rush you, not even when his hips beg him to thrust up and bottom out.
Moans fill the room when you sink all the way down and your head tips back. The mouth on his stomach seals itself shut, then quickly reappears near his pelvis. You’re about to tell him how uncanny it is that he keeps making it move, but your words fall short when it flicks its tongue over your hypersensitive clit.
There are too many hands to count roaming over your body. A pair pawing at your ass and urging you to bounce on him faster, and another set squeezes your tits and rolls the hardened buds of your nipples between his fingers.
Sukuna stares up at you in awe as you ride him. The light above your head forms a halo around your hair, making you look otherworldly and the sounds you make have him believing that you were some sort of fallen angel who has come to drag him to the depths of hell in condemnation for all his sins.
Your hand goes behind you, curling around his neglected cock, and he makes a sound he didn’t even know he was capable of. Your walls squeeze unbelievably tight around him as you cum not too long after him, and his hands band around you before pulling you down so he can kiss you again.
It takes a while for the two of you to stop shuddering, and only when your lips are utterly kiss-bitten and too numb to continue, do you slide off him and land at his side with a huff.
Sukuna is still trying to catch his breath when a thought clicks into place. He was more than happy to lock you in the deepest dungeon he had so you’d never see the light of day again, but after all that, he could think of something better.
Better for him, that is.
He rises from the bed and starts to put his robes back on. “You’ll be moved into the Ruby Palace tomorrow.”
He hears you sit up, and he doesn’t have to turn around to know your eyes are probably bulging out their sockets.
“What?!”
Your exclamation makes a pleased smile curl his lips.
While the Rose, Jade and Emerald palaces housed all the concubines, the Ruby Palace has always been vacant.
Because it was reserved for whoever Sukuna would pick as his empress.
With an about turn, he meets your stare and offers you a mocking smile. “You’ve touched what’s mine and believe me, I’ve killed men for less. So, be happy that your emperor is generous enough to award your insubordination with a title instead of an execution, hm?”
Your mouth opens, but he’s already pulling the door open. There’s a heavy thud of something hitting the wood and a string of colourful expletives follow him as he walks back to his quarters with a spring in his step.
Hm, maybe late-night walks really were relaxing.
a/n: whew my family would 100% request an exorcism if they ever saw this. anyway, thank you to @rambld for being my test subject, love you like jellytots baybay
