Hey. Don’t Cry. Crush Three Cloves Of Garlic Into A Pot With A Dollop Of Olive Oil And Stir Until Golden

*chaos ensues*

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If I was a fictional character, how would the fandom misinterpret me?

ever since i read your fic, mywife is soft nd ilikeher, i cannot stop thinking about face sitting with childe. imagine he brings it up to his s/o and theyre like "but what if im too heavy? what if i crush u??" and my man is like 🤨🤨 like, he takes it PERSONALLY. its just. imagine how happy and grabby he'd get after convincing you, nonstop praise and overstim. like youd have to pry yourself off his face cause he just does not wanna let u go. idk maannn so many thoughts head full cannot stop thinkin

YESYESYESYES!!! you see my vision!!!! i am always always thinking soft thoughts about a soft reader 🥺

no pronouns for reader, but afab + called things like "beautiful" and "pretty". overstim, facesitting, and squirting below the cut!

all childe's been fantasizing about the past few months is what it'd be like if you were to straddle his head with those thighs of yours he loves so much. all he can think about is having your soft, plump thighs squeezing the sides of his face as you ride his tongue, his hands grabbing and groping every last inch of your thighs, ass, and belly that he can reach like this. it's been distracting him at work, if he's gonna be honest— when he's trying to finish some paperwork at his desk, his mind is all "hey you know what would be a thousand times better than slaving away over dumb shit at work? drowning between your angel's thighs."

childe brings it up to you while the two of you are kissing and undressing each other on the bed, and you don't hesitate for a moment before shyly countering that you're surely too heavy for such a thing. you're trying to explain that maybe you should just lie on your back as normal if he's in the mood to eat you out, but the way he's mouthing at your neck and murmuring praises about how goddamn sexy your body is renders you unable to get a word in edgewise. his hands grope all over your body as he tells you that there's nothing he wants more than to have you sit your perfect body on his lips and squirt for him until his jaw is dripping, that your body's beyond sexy, gorgeous, cute, beautiful, so on and so forth, and that he really, really wants you to sit on his face. he just needs it so bad ok

no matter how much time it takes childe to convince you that you're not gonna "crush him" and that he'll make you feel so, so good, he won't stop until you're bashfully mounting his face and digging your knees into the sheets below for stability. fuck, he thinks. this is what i've been thinking about for ages. he's beyond in love with how cute you are like this, shyly holding up the hem of your skirt to give him access as his hands settle on your plump thighs, squeezing and massaging every last inch of skin he can reach. his fingers dip under the waistband of your skirt as he gropes and paws at your belly, hips, and love handles, his palms rub circles into the skin of your outer thighs, and he just can't stop himself from offering a light slap or two to your ass just to hear you squeak. when he finally nudges your panties to the side and buries his mouth in your cunt, you nearly fall forward, hands grabbing onto his hair for purchase as he sucks on your clit and laps at your dripping pussy.

if you could manage a single coherent thought, you'd probably think something like why didn't we try this sooner? because he's working your pussy in a way that has you shivering and writhing on top of him. he's so handsy, even handsier than he usually is, hands groping your ass, thighs, hips, tummy, and tits as he groans against your wet pussy. if he's mumbling praises, which he probably is, they're lost on you— it's hard to hear anything over the lewd, wet smacking of his lips and tongue against your pussy. i also really, really love the idea of childe slightly pulling away with a loud gasp and going like "fuck, you taste so good. you're so fucking sexy." before diving back in to close his lips around your clit once more. breathless praise just hits

you've lost track of how many times he's made you come. you lost track after four; you lost track once you squirted onto his face and tried to lift yourself up and off of his lips, only for him to grab down onto your hips and yank you back down to his face. he's choosing to ignore the numbness in his jaw in favor of indulging himself in your taste, his chin and cheeks dripping with your wetness as you plea for mercy and try to explain that you're overstimulated, beyond overstimulated, your head fuzzy and your thighs shaking around childe's head as he just continues to eat you out. he's spewing praises left and right as he mouths at your cunt, murmuring about how fucking good you taste and smell and how fucking sexy your curvy body is, how much he fucking loves you, how he wants you coming until your body genuinely gives out on him.

at this rate, your body very well may give out on him— once you need two hands to count how many orgasms he's given you, you figure that protesting is useless. your boyfriend's far too in love with your body, your taste, and the simple act of pleasing you to stop now.

Kazuha is a green flag for sure

📢Spoiler Warning📢

It includes the story and endings from the game.

This comic features additional settings and my own ideas.

In the game, the main character is female; in the manga, I depict the character as genderless.

The characters use a special language, and the dialogue may not be very smooth. I expanded on this in the comic

✤ Had an argument ✤ + ✤ Borrow an umbrella ✤ + ✢ Feeling down ✢

✤ Dance ✤

When facing off against Mr. Scarlet, it feels a bit like battling a boss… but his shattered personality in the end is such a twist, and I really like it 💘

✤ Hug ✤

just a bite. sukuna

masterlist ﾉ requests ౨ৎ — pairing ! ryomen sukuna x reader ౨ৎ — synopsis ! oneshot + sukuna teases reader about her fear of his sharp teeth. ౨ৎ — warnings ! mdni, fem!reader, heian!sukuna, thoughts of cannibalism, reader is described as smaller than sukuna, suggestive and dark themes, concubine!reader, fainting, reader doesn’t get eaten dw, sukuna wants to devour you but he cares for you too much to do that :) [0.8k] ౨ৎ — notes ! prompt from @chhos for kunaween2024

“mmm, i could eat you alive . . .”

you squeaked. “n-no! don’t! won’t taste good, promise!”

caged in his warmth, your dainty hands shoved repeatedly against the wide expanse of the beast’s chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him away.

he chuckled mockingly, low baritone sounding into your flushed ear, body unrelenting against the weak hits to his abdomen and pectorals.

sukuna’s large nose teased around the lobe of soft skin and cartilage before making its way to the plump spheres of your cheeks, trailing downwards to your jawline.

the giant of a man above you hummed in satisfaction, inhaling your sweet scent at the crook of your neck, the aroma of green tea and powdered florals wafting pleasantly into his nostrils.

“i bet you’d taste delightful . . .”

a violent shudder ran down your spine as sharp canines grazed the skin against your jugular vein. fear of being his next meal crept into your thoughts and you wanted to cry out, legs kicking helplessly against him, constricted inside the tight fabric of your kimono.

did he really want to eat you?

your heart cried wildly in your chest, and against all reasoning, you felt like he could hear it thumping against your ribcage as if it wanted to burst through the layers shielding it and offer itself to the king of curses.

the sounds you let out were unintelligible once his pink tongue peaked through his thin lips and licked its way up, the wet muscle leaving trails of saliva against your flesh in their wake.

hmmm, delicious.

shivering under him, he lapped at your neck as if it were a delectable candy that would soon unveil its center, revealing to him the numerous branches assisting in pumping gallons of blood throughout your body that he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. his very own special treat.

would you let him? would you let him defile you in such an irreversible way?

the devilish man growled against your throat before you tensed, lips trembling at the mouth suddenly enveloping the chubby flesh of your cheek.

you thrashed wildly in his hold, squirming as his white fangs sank into your skin, but not enough to puncture their way through and leave tiny holes in your beautiful face.

garbled noises left your mouth through plush, parted lips. sukuna kept himself still as you tried to unceremoniously escape from underneath him, two bulky arms grasping your body tightly against his without struggle as he hovered over your small frame, the other two pressed against the soft, white futon beneath you to keep himself above you.

he wondered what you’d do if he took a bite, teeth tearing away at you in chunks. that’s all he needed. just a bite, a single taste.

“n-no more, ‘kuna, please! hnnn—”

he huffed at your plea, sound muffled against the plumpness of your cheek inside his large mouth.

stay still, or i’ll really eat you is what he wanted to say.

but then he stared down at you, noticing how you had squeezed your eyes shut as the tug of his tusks stretched your face.

helpless. afraid. weak.

with a roll of all four of his eyes, he pulled away from you, pointed teeth detaching themselves from your face. his large frame raised up from your body, taking the warmth with him while rivulets of his drool followed, painting across your figure like a canvas.

you whined in discomfort, and sukuna felt himself twitching in his pants at the unkempt sight of you. fear danced in your eyes, breathing heavy, lavish silks of your clothing tousled, and most importantly, the swollen expanse of your cheek, dent marks evident from where he had sunk into.

sukuna sat back and watched you intently with a hungry look in his eyes as you pushed yourself up from your laid-out position on the bedding.

he narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn’t help but squirm under his intense gaze.

“you put up a weak fight.”

you pouted.

“hmph!”, you crossed your arms, turning your head to the side. “it’s not my fault you’re so great in size.”, you mumbled under your breath.

“tch, you calling me fat, woman? such cheek for someone who whimpers like a dog beneath me.”

“no!”, you quickly defended, eyes widening at the fact that he heard your sassy comment. you only received a grunt in response.

there was a beat of silence as you stared at each other before he spoke again.

“there is no need for you to be afraid.”, he muses almost gently.

you turn back to him, guard down, and arms unfolding from your chest—only to have him flash you a scary smile you assumed he thought was reassuring, pearly white fangs glinting from candlelight.

your face paled in fright, all life dwindling from your shaken appearance.

as you fainted, the last thing you saw before your eyelids failed you was sukuna’s wide grin turning into a big, sad frown :(

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Happy Belated Birthday Rosariaaa!!!

Being the bane of sukunas existence as you're his girlfriend because you act like a perverted old man around him... he kinda digs it tho, its mildly hilarious and he doesn't dislike the unhinged attention (he tries to be so lowkey about it)

Every once in a while, you'll caress his behind or fondle his big boobily man breasts, the same way he does to you. he was only stunned at first - now he is completely unphased by your sneaky little hands.

he texts you, asking you what you want for dinner, and he's not surprised when the answer is "i want you oiled up and naked in bed by the time i get home". then he just replies with "making pasta"

Big obnoxious smacking noises when you kiss him all over, and sukuna just lets you be, he'll be sitting on the couch turning the tv on and here you come, smooching his cheek. sometimes, its the top of his head, other times, its his forehead or neck. if you do it too much though, you'll get covered with his bite marks in return.

when sukuna gets up to go to the toilet, you ask him if you can hold his peepee while he takes a piss, bc you saw a funny tiktok talking about it... he gives you a silent judgmental stare as he closes the door on your face. but behind it, he lets out the tiniest snort and shakes his head bc the idea of it is so ridiculous.

one time when you go outdoor camping with him you genuinely accidentally stumble close to sukuna who is taking a leak in the forest bush area and he catches you staring from behind as he's buttoning himself back up. and then he's chasing you down while you're screaming that it was an accident and that you only heard him peeing and didn't actually see anything. (not that you don't know what it looks like, anyway.)

when he's sweaty after a workout or some physical exertion, you'll definitely be approaching him deviously, talking about some "covered in flavour" type of bullshit... he'll push your face away and head into the shower but his ears are flushed with red.

just... sukuna who will let u mack on him endlessly bc he secretly doesn't hate the doting 🥹🥹🥹 and if you're not being obnoxiously lewd or affectionate?? thats when he knows something's up...

and obviously, every now and then you'll say something that makes him know that you're not just lusting over his body.

during a walk back home on a summer afternoon, you point upwards while holding his hand and looking up.

"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."

he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.

"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.

"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."

he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.

"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."

"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."

he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?

"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.

life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.

"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.

"mmm..."

oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.

"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."

"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.

after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.

"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.

"huh?"

"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."

"wait- really?"

let's just say, your mouth had a taste of heaven for the first time that night.

demo of all time

perhaps in the next life.