Controversial take here, but Sukuna definitely eats ass. Like, this man is a thousand year old curse that can summon mouths wherever he pleases. And, considering his disregard for humanity, why would he abide by societal limits on pleasure?
His priority is making you feel good, not following silly rules created by lesser beings.
The way you squirm as one of his mouths lap at your puckered rim is absolutely adorable, and your whines of how taboo the act is only makes him want to do it more.
The pleasure you feel once you relax enough to allow him entrance into your tight hole makes him smug. While drool slips out of your mouth, your mind blank due to how blissed out you are, he'll degrade you the entire time, teasing you for putting up such a fight when all he wanted to do is make you feel good.
When his dicks start to get too hard at hearing the wanton noises spilling for you, he sits you on a cock and summons a mouth on his hand to continue tongue fucking your ass.
And this man has stamina that's out of this world. He'll keep you there until he's satisfied, which can take hours. By that point, you're a mess, nothing but a toy for him to do what he wants with.
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Hi, um... I was wondering if your requests were open. So, I have a slight idea, so in season three when Nezha chases after Wukong to retrieve the map to the Samahi(?) fire. Kaiju/size shifter reader comes after them both because they are Nezha's husband, concerned for Nezha and angry at Wukong because they were supposed to be leaving for their honeymoon. Sorry if it isn't well thought out of too difficult, I thought it would be cute. Have a good day or night
“Samadhi”, and i just found a solid idea for this one.
this Motherfu-
you growl low in your throat, your large maw opening up wide to crunch and tear through glaciers of ice.
wukong had to need the map. he just HAD to take it and subsequently your husbands attention.
an ear piercing roar tears through the skies and the heavens themselves, the clouds and waters parting for the kaiju that marched on towards the samadhi fires mountain.
your kaiju form was that of a snapping turtle- a large spiked tail, a humongous spiked shell lay on your back. four searing red eyes glowered out at the horizon.
and your maw- the natural shape of a turtles mouth, but giants whisps and licks of Red and Black seeped out, lashing and curling at the open air.
your legs sunk into the sea up to your knees, clawed hands pulled up, eyes narrowed.
you were going to flay that simian.
teeth bared, it only took you a few strides to reach the mainland, and subsequently, megaopolis.
it was frozen- you should probably ask why, but your more concerned with unfreezing it. to get your husband back.
and his attention.
your eyes landed on the massive mech standing at the edge of the city, just into the desert, twin swords drawn and a blazing black flame encasing it like a second skin.
you recognized that warmth- those flames. you helped create that blessing- it was but a fragment of your own.
fully baring your teeth, a boil built in your chest, burning hot and acidic. that feeling crawled through your throat, letting molten stars drip from your maw and stain the sands below with the fury of the universe, living and beautiful and Furious.
a low whine built, the heat growing, sand becoming glass and skies growing black with smoke, eyes glowing, bones and spines pulsing with the heat, a ball of the very concept of Hate built in the back of your throat, growing in size and shape.
it took only a second, but you watched the flames grow green, acid in color and full of Pride and Passion- and knew those flames were of your heart no more, knew they had become the soul of someone more than your hatred.
a viscous grin tore across your face, and you took a step forward, planting your feet, dipping down and angled your head just right.
a massive monkey like mecha formed from the light of the heavens, it was frantic in nature as it scooped up a handful of tiny creatures- mortals, most likely. unimportant.
a deep breath, and that whine burst into a deep and guttural Roar.
the beam of bloodlust and molten stars and blooming galaxies tore through the air, the mecha throwing itself to the side as the frozen beast was struck through its core, the very concept of the damned thing incinerated, the metal reduced to lakes of molten ore, the heat from the blast having turned the surrounding desert into massive towers and glaciers of glass.
the metal behemoth was gone, reduced to nothing but the memory of it.
the mecha’s head was turned toward what once was, and then whipped towards you-
oh.
you lit up.
“Xiaotian!” you called, your projection lighting up as it stood tall, and then started making its way across the thawing city. carefully picking your way across the melting streets, you beam as your feet sink into the desert sands.
ambling your way over, you angle your head down to make eye contact.
“where’s your mentor?”
“…i really don’t want to answer that.” he squeaked.
your frown was very telling in the way the protege flinched.
“Liánhuā!” you lit up again, projection dropping, and your small body falling for not even a second before you were held tight in your husbands arms.
“Liánhuā, what are you doing here? i thought i asked you to remain in heaven!” he cried, gripping you close, regardless of how you nuzzled into him.
smiling you let everything wash over you, keeping yourself pressed close to your husband, arms looped around his neck and hands clasped.
“is she alright?-“
you would’ve thrown yourself at wukong if it wasn’t for nezha’s grip on you tightening.
“wukong, you disrupted our honeymoon with this. i feel it best if you distance yourself from her.” nezha’s voice had a little growl to it, his body warming with his frustration. you nuzzled further into his neck.
while your anger with wukong was.. immense, you sighed softly, happy to have your husband close to you again.
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This is a snippet of a one-shot I'm working on, featuring merman Gyutaro lusting after a human! The whole thing will be posted on my Ao3 in a few days :)
Poor little human, all alone in the sea. It must be scary, floating adrift with no one to help you.
Lucky for you, you aren’t alone, nor are you without help. Since your sailboat floated into his territory, Gyutaro has gone out of his way to protect you, even against his sister.
“Why are you so interested in her?” Daki huffed as Gyutaro watched you mill about the deck. It’d how he’d begun to spend most of his days, watching you go about yours until you disappeared below the deck as the sunset. “She’s just a human.”
A pretty human, with decent survival skills and a body that’d be perfect to carry his pups.
He grunted but didn’t answer, resulting in his sister going on a spiel about how ‘plain’ and ‘weak’ you were. He ignored her.
He’d been working up the nerve to show himself to you, to initiate the courting process. Among his kind, mermaids, as you would call them, he was among the strongest but not the strongest. He wasn’t at the very top of the food chain, and his unsightly appearance made other potential mates recoil.
As he grew older, the need to breed grew stronger. He occasionally consorted with the others, but his sister was the only permanent member of his shiver.
Perhaps that was why he was so fascinated with you; he could sense that you’d be the perfect mate. Mating with humans, though frowned upon, wasn’t unheard of. There were even some instances of humans transforming into mermaids, which would solve the difference in ability and lifespan.
Benefits of being a ‘mythical’ creature, he supposed.
“Are you ever going to talk to her?” Daki sneered, her voice growing most hostile as Gyutaro continued to ignore her.
“Yes,” he quickly answered, anticipating finally getting to hear your voice up close.
He’s heard you singing and muttering to yourself, and the snippets of your voice that he’s gotten were heavenly.
He couldn’t wait until he heard it moaning his name.
“What if she rejects you?” she inquired, the singsong quality of her tone letting him know that was banking on that.
He shrugged. “Then I just take her.”
It wasn’t the ideal outcome, but he’d do whatever he had to make you his.
A/N: It's out now!
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