#ahhhh the tenderness

[asteriaarts]

Coping so hard nothing bad happened :)

#myart #im in terminal brain rot of these two #ive got a playlist full of 84 songs for them #they make me bite and cletch my teeth #jrwi riptide #jrwi fish and chips #jrwi fnc #fnc #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion #gillion tidestrider #i want to draw some fucking jays but opposie! all gay homesexuals and their tender friendship ahhhh

[princelancey]

I want what they have

#f1 #formula 1 #aston martin f1 #lance stroll #esteban ocon #They're so fruity together #Is it gay to tenderly cradle your best friend when he gets a podium? #Nevermind upon research that first pic is just them in Parc ferme #Neither got points #They're just like that™ #They're story even just on paper is adorable #But when you SEE how tender they are with each other ahhhh #Like Lance is physical touch love language person that is clear as day #And just how close he is with esteban #Gah I love them #Sakhir podium you were the most beautiful thing

[peppermintmochafem]

Oh my ten year plans??

Sleeping in on a Monday morning while my butch is getting our babies up and ready for the day, knowing that I need my rest since I will have a busy work day and I had put the babies to bed last night. Driving together to drop them off at school before they drop me off at work. Saving time to get coffee together. Having my butch organize school pickup so they can bring the babies to my office when I take my break. Asking all about their day what art they made who they played with if they were good. Looking at my butch when I ask, referring to them of course. Them giving me a shy smile and saying "yes mommy". Going back to work, telling our babies I will be home for bedtime. Texting my butch that they have been such a good boy today taking care of me, our home, our family. Letting them know they will be rewarded once I put the babies down tonight

#Ahhhh #tender #housebutch #going crazy #femme4butch #femme patriarchy

[baku-usagi]

Im going feral over gales romance I love him so much and I don't have but like two people to talk to about this so here! Please look at these!

*spoilers for gales romance scene?

#bg3 spoilers #gale romance #Gale romance spoilers #The wizard of water deep #Kissing #AHHHH #I hope these tags are enough to I just loved this so so much 😭😭😭 #Both versions of his romance are just so sweet and so tender like

[raz-b-rose]

LOOK AT THEM!

The brotherly bonding is too much for me!!!

my favorite chapter by far!

#dc #batman #batfam #timothy drake #damian wayne #the robins #robin #red robin #batman: wayne family adventures #just look at that tender big brother look ahhhh

[curiosity-killed]

Moiraine and Siuan!!!!

#YES #I’m so ruined by spn/marvel bc I’m always skeptical abt tumblr overly touting queer pairings #but no! it’s real! it’s tender and competent as fuck and ahhhh #personal

[mjj-nostalgia]

Okay so - I am super proud of this piece of artwork. I have been wanting to do this FOREVER and it turned out so good!

I took inspiration from the photo on the left (it's from a gif that's been floating around on tumblr for years, I will try to find OP) and made a small painting of Michael and my OC character, Marren, from my fic, The Way the Wind Blows.

I think it's so cute and I'm excited to draw more Michael related things in future! 🥹

#ahhhh!!! #I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to pull it off #but here we are!!! #it's such a tender moment #i love it #i can't wait to continue their story #fanfic artwork #artwork #art #inspiration work and original work #michael jackson #bad era #OC character #OC girl #marren beatty #the way the wind blows #ao3 #acrylic painting #acrylic #painting

[daltoneering]

just knocked myself out at 2am thinking about the h*nd h*lding in the hospital bed bc like. whew. whew. was the last time kinn had someone hold his hand this tenderly, huh

there’s no time or space for tenderness when you’ve got an intimidating reputation to maintain and guards to command and weapons to fire and money to count and people to kill. the most you might do is grab someone’s arm or wrist to yank them in front of you, or shake hands with someone over a deal that is just making your family richer and more dangerous. hands are for cold metal and rich velvet and hard cash but never for softness or warmth or closeness. and yes, perhaps kinn would pin someone’s hand to the mattress while fucking them, or twist their arms behind their back, or use his hands in all sorts of clever ways - but while that’s hot, and physically close, it’s not close like this, not in a comforting kind of way. we know he doesn’t cuddle with his twinks after he’s finished with them, he just sends them home and goes back to his whisky. 

and then in the woods, when we see them hold hands for the first time, it’s an acknowledgement that okay - okay, we are stuck out here together, okay, i’m glad it’s you, okay, maybe we should start letting our walls down because it’s either that or we never get out of here. and then it’s easy to just not let go, to find comfort in that grip, and maybe a little thrill, just as their understandings of each other become something that brings them closer. the letting down of walls, the holding of hands, you get where i’m going

and so then, the hospital bed, porsche convinced to stay because kinn knows him now (and kinn feels comfortable enough to tease him about his fear of ghosts, something that he discovered with the skull in the woods), and kinn reinforcing that knowledge of what he needs by giving him the call to his brother, and porsche understanding that gift when he knows kinn wanted to give him his freedom, which he sacrificed for him by coming back - then, this hand hold. the way it’s porsche that initiates it, the gentle slide of his thumb over the family ring, kinn’s fingers tightening in return. it’s a thank you and a clear, unspoken sign of mutual comfort (and mutual feelings). and it’s so so so tender, and the cuddling that follows is equally so. so different from the violence and everyday powerplays that kinn is used to, and no agenda, no intention to take it anywhere further. just porsche, holding his hand, because he wants to, and because now he can. tenderness and closeness found in the place he never expected he would find them in return.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #bro dont get me STARTED on hand holding i WILL simply evaporate away #also this is mostly focused on kinn but like. ahhhh. the way porsche's hands are also tools for violence and death under kinn's command #or for fighting his way through life to keep a roof over his brother's head #what apo said in that teen vogue interview about porsche sleeping with women so he could cuddle afterwards #PLEASE THEY BOTH JUST CRAVE TENDERNESS #THEY ARE FINALLY FINDING IT IN THE MOST UNLIKELY OF PLACES WITH EACH OTHER #cry cry cry #meta #kp*

[impossible-rat-babies]

I do have a number of fics of eyrie and estinien in my drafts and god so help me if I actually manage to finish one

#sndndjd azia’s tags on her fic got me thinking #how estinien is a brother to eyrie and the complexity of that relationship for the both of them #the long lost bitter anxious love eyrie has for their brother. estinien’s grief and vengeance and later peace at the loss of his family #I’m just!! estinien looking at eyrie and their relationship with the twins and all their other interactions #and how much he thinks they are meant to be a father #im mushy over sidequests too ahhhh #eyrie’s interactions with the two auri children who want to make flower crowns for y’sthola and thancred #their tender smiles and their hands that guide so gently #helping this young arkasoda man pick out silks to wrap his child in once they are born #eyrie and estinien are just. so wonderfully in tune with each other #it’s a friendship they fell into easily in EW #oc: eyrie kisne #sjdjdjdjd funniest thing but like. Estinien voice if I had a nickel for every time I’ve had eyrie’s blood on my armor from picking them up #I would have three nickels

[handgiven]

rapidfire does this up before i leave for work !! 👀

are you emmanuel's type? / @heavenfelled

this is how he looks at crowley. whenever crowley allows themself the tiniest bit of gentleness. when crowley accepts being treated with kindness. when crowley lets em just. hang out around them. jsyk.

#heavenfelled #▻ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 、answered ⁽ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵘⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ⁾ #'can get better by someone believing in them' is probs what makes him so !!!! for crowley every time ngl b u t all the other things are #A Sweet Bonus. a lovely bonus. !!!! #and hes never going to say anything about his feelings but he will always be there to water crowley's plants :') #and pick them up when they feel down and comfort them and overall just that quiet care and tenderness ahhhh while so careful not to overste

[rb-sketches]

REBE REBE REBE PLEASE LET ME BRAINROT

I WILL BTRAINROT MIDNIGHTS TOO BUT

IVE BEEN LISTENING TO MR FOX IN THE FIELDS AND I HAVE BRAINROT

that song as bkdk

here's how i imagine it

flower fairy!izu who spends his days playing around with his siblings (eri and kota BECAUSE WHY NOT) and has a very very happy life

its a small colony, and he lives with his mother, siblings and some other people (they can be decided later)

and its during one of these days that he's playing in the fields with his siblings that he catches the eyes of wood nymph!katsuki.

and katsuki thinks there probably doesnt exist a better sight than that of izu's; as the setting sun is backdropped behind him, giving his face a halo and making him look divine.

and katsuki falls in love there.

it takes time for him to approach izuku, who has been unaware of katsuki watching him from behind the trees

but he's welcome, and he settles comfortably in their routine, playing with izu's siblings, regarding them as his own

izu falls in love slower.

here's the thing about izu, he is a little bit in love with everyone he sees. he thinks everyone is wonderful.

so he doesnt regard katsuki any differently.

the day he truly falls in love with katsuki is when he discovers him asleep, eri curled up on one side and kota sprawled over him, all three sleeping in the soft sunlight of the evening sun

thats when he realises that he's in love with him.

OMFGGGGG THIS IS TOOOOOO SWEEETTT, I’m tearing up at the softnesss🥺🥺🥺🥺♥️♥️♥️ Ahh I love the ‘Love at first sight’ and ‘Falling for you by the way you are’ it’s peak bkdk and I’m mad for itttt💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺

Riz, I’ll say again for the millionth time, you never miss

#I WANNA DRAW THIS SOO BAD AAAAA #If not for the fact that I have exams everyday😩😭😭😭 #ahhhh I love too many things abt thissss #abshhajavsi Ill do it #gimme a lil time #😭I’ll die of tenderness #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #katsudeku #my hero academia #decchan #wonder duo #bkdk #ask

[malepresentingleg]

Nathalie x Emilie is canon apparently

#leg is watching ml #leg is live blogging #my DEAR nathalie #the tender touch of the photo #the gallery full of photos #rhhrhdg #ahhhh #ml #ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #ml passion

[frenchfrywrites]

Hgnnn i just read your Simeon emeto and am now going feral at the thought of bathing him after he pukes. You carrying him in your arms and sitting him in your lap while you prepare his bath. He's reluctant, but his head is still fuzzy and he can't help but to cling to you and whisper endless "thank you"s. You help him in the bathtub so he doesn't slip and gently cleans the aftermath of his episode and the various other fluids sticking to him, and you praise him for being such a good boy by letting you help him.

You rub his belly and he relaxes before looking a bit sick again, so you try to go get him something sweet for his glucose (i have no idea if angels work this way but they're made in human's image, right? So it may be something like that). Yet, he tightens his grip in your arm and begs you to stay with his stupidly cute pleading eyes and you obligue.

You wash his hair and massage his head and when you finish he's fast asleep, too exhausted to fight the fatigue. You let him and carry him to bed, giving him a kiss before starting to wash yourself.

This is so long i'm So sorry hsngsksgsjsvxsi😭 - 🍞

Wahh!! First of all don't apologize for how long this is! I love it 😳🥰

I'm obsessed with bathing as a form of aftercare (which I am not subtle about 💀). It's just so intimate!! I'll bet that during this Simeon is trying to remember the last time he was taken care of like this. He's been busy attending and caring for Luke for ages, and he's not spent much time on himself. Having someone carry him makes his heart flutter and his palms sweat. And when you start washing him down he has to hold back tears!!!

He'd look so lovestruck as you tend to him, and he can't hide it because he feels like he'll pass out at any second. He eventually does pass out, only because he trusts you so much and knows you'll continue to take care of him 🥺😭🥰

(Anon is referencing this)

#ahhhh the tenderness will be the death of me!!!! #french fry replies #spice #tw emetophobia #emeto #🍞 anon

[aaetherius]

[ @cxffexngel​ || a follow up from christmas thread! ]

   Sunlight licks at aurburn strands that almost sparkle gold even though the angel, in a heap of messy sheets that need serious tidying up - something a sandalphon who hadn’t done…. what beautiful thing the night behind them had been, would be the first thing up his mind. But even now the grogginess of the night before hangs over the crowed supreme primarch, in the same way completely messy wings of white all but also help covering the state of undress Sandalphon now, slowly, realizes he still is in. A breathy sound escapes his lips as heavy eyelids try focusing a bit more around his surroundings, but it takes a good minutes between thinking of nothing after a dreamless and deep, revitalizing sleep and formulate many ways to slip away from Lucifer’s tangled limbs all around his frame (not that his own arms wrapped around the other’s waist and legs just as tangled with Lucifer’s helped at all with his situation.) safely without disturbing the other.    Hopeless as it is, and sleep kissed as the primarch is, Sandalphon can’t begin to find the less risky way - not that it mattered much; it still is a blessed and beautiful sight to witness the former supreme primarch how he is able to right now, curtains of white lashes hiding away those sky blue eyes, the quiet sound of his breathing against his own, as chest rises and falls so close to his - this feeling all the more felt with the lack of layers that would dull a bit how skin graces one another, how Lucifer’s warmth mixed with his, and at times, Sandalphon liked to think that there was entirely no difference on where Lucifer starts, and where it ends with his own. It paints a small, sleepy smile upon war-torn features, and adds to the pile of options of why he should stay a little bit longer next to the other’s sleeping frame, and bask in the silence and peace as the airship made it’s endless way upon vast skies. Wooden and steel faintly creaking as wind caresses the outside of the room, and the cold of the night slowly banishes to give way to the sun’s welcome.    Sandalphon doesn’t dare count the seconds, or minutes when time sometimes seemed both short and far too long to really give it measure, but after a while, he finally tries his best to slip away from the bed, replacing his form with the largest, available pillow for Lucifer to keep straddling while it lasts, knowing how easy it’d be for the Primarch to wake upon feeling the other’s absence, something that warmed Sandalphon’s wounded core enough to forget the hurt more than he likes to admit, and something that also embarrassingly applied to himself, especially in days where the shadow of doubts decided to reminds him anxieties that often made this reality far too great to believe in it. Something Lucifer has become better at noticing, and a complete menace into reminding the primarch that he’s here, and he plans on staying for as long as eternity allows them to. Bare feet, the chill of the floor instantly makes Sandalphon wiggle his nose in distaste, but he bears it to get used to the feeling as he rises, and with a smaller blanket draped over his waist to cover up enough he searches for something - a little gift box that had been loosely covered by a heap of papers and a book atop it to make it’s form as subtle as if nothing had been moved at all from the room. Taking it with his hands after applying some magic to clean better what last night’s activities had leave them a bit sticky, to not need and wash them in his current state witch absolutely would bring questions to whoever locked eyes with him. It’s tiny, cream colored with a brown ribbon keeping the box together, and a gold little feather drawn on one of the corners of the top. With it secured on one hand, the archangel approaches the bed until he takes a seat over the edge, and with his free hand reach over, as carefully as possible, to push a few white strands of hair away from the other’s forehead and reveal those closed eyes while Sandalpon softly sighs fondly over the other’s slumber. ‘’ I… Apologize if this disrupts your sleep, but at some point you need breakfast, Lucifer. ‘’ His voice no more than a quiet sigh, a complete contrast to how once he had been the very one to threaten the skies and bring doom. ‘’ Also, there’s something I wished you to have, but we got quite sidetracked yesterday - not that I regret any of it. ‘’ Oh he’d absolutely never regret that, not ever in thousand years. It had been wonderful, a dream he’s always fantasied about, something he never though possible nor close and worthy to have, and yet… ‘’ Take your time. ‘’

   A muffled whine escapes Lucifer’s rosy lips when he feels the familiar and comforting warmth that had been pressed against his chest vanish, or rather, feels it twist into something a tad bit more lifeless and cold. Instinctively, his arms grip the pillow Sandalphon had slipped into his arms a bit tighter, but feeling the soft, cushiony material give within his hold is more than enough to make the former Supreme Primarch frown in displeasure despite the fact that he’s still clearly asleep. Uselessly, his legs tug the discarded sheets closer, as if he’ll uncover buried treasure if he simply rolls about long enough. But there’s nothing there. His legs don’t ghost over anything warm or lively, instead they just get tangled up in the already impressive mess of blankets tucked all around him. His wings follow suit, lifting and then collapsing back down into the now empty space–as if searching helplessly for something that should be there, but isn’t. With a soft groan, he nuzzles into the cotton pillow case, smothering his face against its soft surface, and fussing up strands of pearly, white hair that’s typically so neat and well-kept. At the moment; however, it’s not dissimilar to Sandalphon’s–shorter strands sticking up haphazardly, and longer ones curling up at the edges. The severity made all the worse the more he desperately attempts to clutch at the pillow in his budding, but sleepy disappointment because something about it doesn’t feel quite right, but his hazy and dazed mind can’t, exactly, figure out what’s wrong.

   It really only manages to click in his sleep-logged mind when he feels the gentle brush of fingers against his forehead. “Mmmm, Sandalphon,” he lazily yawns as he holds the pillow much too tightly, and nuzzles even closer to it (perhaps Sandalphon just narrowly manage to escape being hugged into a thousand pieces by waking up first). It only takes him a few more minutes and a few squeezes of his fingers against the fabric for him to realize the archangel wouldn’t be so soft and malleable. Slowly, long lashes lift to reveal sleep-dazed blue eyes that stare at the blurry mixture of colors swirling together before his eyes. Blinking a few watery, sleepy tears back, he finally manages to focus on the pillow held in his arms, and then on Sandalphon where he’s now sat at the edge of the bed. For a fleeting moment, a frown scars as his otherwise immaculate features, as if he feels betrayed by the pillow itself instead of the person who actually put it there in the first place. Carefully, Lucifer unwraps his arms from around the poor, sorely abused pillow and peers up at Sandalphon through dewy lashes and messy bangs. Positioning his arms on top of the pillow as he begins to the painful process of waking up, it takes him a few minutes to actually register that Sandalphon is saying words, and he can’t simply just lay there and admire his voice without saying anything at all, as tempting as doing so would be right now. For someone who had never required sleep in order to function before his current body, Lucifer, surprisingly given how stern and business-like he had once been, always had trouble waking up in the morning. It helps precious little that last night still feels a bit like a dream; an impossible wish that left his core feeling terribly light and warm and enamored. Though, even in his current, and very groggy, state of mind he’s well aware it had been reality.

  “Do I?” he asks, his voice still a bit hoarse and sluggish. “Perhaps I could be convinced with a kiss.” Even first thing in the morning he somehow has the utter audacity to make such heartfelt requests. Though, mercifully, his attention does manage to redirect slightly as Sandalphon continues speaking. Ah, yes, that’s right–he’d almost forgotten what day it was. Compared to everything that had happened, the holiday felt like a distant thought in his mind. Leisurely, he retracts his wings to make more space as he slowly sits up–completely ignoring the fact that he’s entirely bare still, and heedless of how the sheets all tumble down his shoulders to gather at his waist with the motion. “Yes, I remember now…” he mumbles softly, mostly to himself, but loud enough for Sandalphon to hear. The archangel had mentioned something about a gift last night, but last night itself had been such a grand gift that he couldn’t imagine or even fathom something more. “So it seems we did, but getting sidetracked was the greatest gift of all.” A gentle smile spills onto his lips as he finally begins to wake up, and break free from the clutches of sleep. The corners of his lips curl upwards even more as he reaches out to find Sandalphon’s hands so he can place his own over them. “I’m afraid if I were to take my time I would simply remain here with you, like this, all day.” Even he’s aware that’s not exactly practical–not to mention the mess, but he’s ignoring that aspect of his current situation rather well. “But I am awake now, so whenever you are ready. I am certain you could use breakfast as well. However…” He lifts his hands from the other’s knuckles just to gingerly card his fingers through those messy auburn locks, and to softly caress the archangel’s jaw, as if carefully making sure nothing was out of place, and that Sandalphon seemed perfectly fine. Ah, he’s still largely unfamiliar with the more physical aspects of his feelings, and a part of him simply never stops worrying. It’s in his nature. In his desire to see the other safe and happy. “Are you feeling all right, Sandalphon?” 

#cxffexngel #| ☩ I would bend the skies; realign all the stars in space; just to be with you ☩ (cxffexngel: Sandalphon) | #| ☩ And once again the sky rises; sincere and melancholic ☩ (IC) | #| ☩ A faint dusting after sunset ☩ (verse: AU - Post) | #| ☩ thread 108: sandalphon: cxffexngel ☩ | #{ Tender!!!! Soft!!! } #{ Ahhhh they're so soft I weep! } #{ Sandy may have a sleepy Lucifer who is maaaaybe a little bit needy! } #{ Thank you for writing this! }

[lusalemaart]

Emo vent lad ForShittening study

#dont want to practice and do studies? well i have good news for u .its like that Simpson's meme #Art Studies can be converted into F*rd*K*l* pieces and works #In an excruciating amount of pain. Pain progressive. Head obsessive. Outlet Compressive. (i got bars) #I just dont have a will to live bruv #I come from a long line of lighthouse keepers. 🎵It's bright. But very lonely insiiiiide.🎶 #After four straight days of wake. I BEGIN TO HALLUCINATE. I see you feeding me blueberry pieee~🎵 #Actually. its not that i dont like doing studies. i do. its so much more enjoyable actually rather than free drawing for the most part. #for me anyways.(bc im a bad artist with no skill who overcompensates by overrendering anywho) #but im just. in a lot of pain. so. emo boy only. in so much pain. convinced im actually dying. pain. shoulder keeps seizing and its killing #me. cant take the pain anymore. everythings swollen. want to die. want to die cant take it. cant fucking take it anymore. #when im in extreme EXTREME pain i only want to draw u my Vent Heathen. bear the pain alongside me. i feel less alone. #simply by imagining this bastard. Have you seen this man? well now you have. and im sorry for your loss. #everything hurts everything hurts everything hurts everything hurts everything hurts everything hurts everything hurts #wah wah wah eah eah im a crying baby wah wah wahwhawhah goo goo gah gah gah gah goo goo hands are twitching shoulders seizing collar is #aching scapula is burning biceps are swelling #want to die flesh is deteriorating. im dying everything hurts. neck is tendering. its so bad its so bad rn its never gonna get better i #want to DIIIIEEEE #AHHHH #also. i see your 'my art looks like shit when i flip the canvas' and raise to you my version: 'my art looks BETTER when i flip the canvas #sometimes and thats unfortunate bc i very clearly drew this flipped as i dont part his hair on that side and his aquamarine earring is #usually reserved for his left ear ahhhh!!!!!! but. since both those things are subject to change. i let it slide bc it looked better flippe #ooga booga. oh well. doesnt matter. nothing does. dont care. i dont care i :( #botdbs #fk #me on my vent shit #oh and i could leave it flipped too bc he dont got his frrs scar. yet. #but trust me. one day. Diseased man. #'i only dwaw my emo wighthouwse boi when im in extreme pain and hopewess uwu' *Draws literally nothing else but my emo lighthouse boy* #perpetual cries for help. what can u do. if i draw emo and concerning shit thru green haired man itll look like im not serious about it lol #I'm not like other girls. I started graying in my late teens.

[hoshigray]

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦 | ryōmen sukuna

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: totally not writing this to compensate for the fact I haven't posted the Gojo fic yet, hahaha–sorry...Anywhooo, happy jjk Thursday, a lil something for the sukuna devotees~☆ okay, i go suffer irl now, && ty for 3.7k, loves, mwah!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - double penetration (he got 2 dicks) - cowgirl dp position - scratching - cervix fucking - choking - clitoral play (pinch) - tiny praise - he lets you ride him, but still in control (it's Sukuna, cmon now) - pet names (brat, human, pet) - mention of tears and drool.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k

When it comes to dominance, Ryōmen Sukuna knows he radiates that role. As long as there’s air in his lungs, he’ll ensure that dominance never leaves his side. Anything outside of that is practically unfathomable to the King of Curses. He expects everyone to kneel before him and turn his way. Anything that happens outside of that will be dealt with expeditiously. 

His aura is suffocating to those around him, humans and curses alike. Every step this large, brawlic creature takes in his path must be noticed within three seconds max. Bowed heads of his subjects meet the ground he walks on — he expects nothing less than that. The smell of fear suffocates them, yet it fuels him. It’s what subjects him from everything and everyone else; that’s what he wants. 

Sukuna is a dominant man in every aspect. And you are not subtracted from this at all. You may be the thing that he sees precious value in and holds you up on a pedestal higher than all — for him to look at and him alone. 

So, when it comes to you, Sukuna is the dominant role, in and outside his chambers…However, on the rare days he lets you be confident and take control, he lies on his back on the futon with a devilish grin. “Don’t disappoint me, brat.”

Here you are, straddling on top of the four-armed creature, with both the tips of his cock harboring inside your holes before you gradually descend. Your body trembles as it takes every inch of the girth limbs, feeling full despite not reaching halfway down the bases. You use slow breaths to keep you steady, your hands on his stomach where the large tongue teasingly licks your wrists. 

You’re allowed ten seconds to adjust to his lengths merged with your body, and that’s it. Any more than that and Sukuna’ll wrap this up himself, wasting this opportunity to show what you’re made of. He’s immensely impatient, and you know this as a fact. So, with a few breaths, you start moving your hips and propel yourself in up and down motions. 

The overwhelming feeling of both his cocks bullying your insides is efficient to have you teeter off sanity, the tips grazing the gummy walls of your cunt and anus. With trenched brows and chewed lips, you try to find a rhythm that satisfies the both of you — more so him than you, even if you’re in a position centric to you. “Ahhhh, hahhhh, ‘kuna…You feel ‘o good…Mmmmh…”

“Hmph, you think I’m lying here to satisfy yourself, human? Mmmph…“ Sukuna grunts at the way you sway your hips around, his dicks contracted by your holes perfectly. Good, you’re doing what you’re supposed to. He brings two of his hands to your wrists to keep them on him while the other two rest on your hips. “Shit, pick up the pace, pet. Show me you really want me.” 

You do as you’re told for your sake, your ass increasing the speed of your motions. Hushed pants become louder and louder when the cock in your chasm brushes your cervix with precision. The jabs get more and more accurate, and tears well up in your eyes from the contact with your tender canal. 

And Sukuna watches you with all fours of his eyes, taking in the entire image of you becoming a mess on top of him. He can see the drool from the corner of your lip stream down, and he knows you want to wipe that down, not wanting the King of Curses to see such indecencies. However, he absolutely doesn’t care. If anything, it amuses him. Your nails digging into his pecs, your stomach trying to shy away from the tongue from his abdomen every time he teases it with licks, and the tears rolling down your cute cheeks. It all makes him snicker, and a flame inside him ignites a carnal feeling he’ll indulge in later on. 

Your tempo dials up, grinding your hips down, making him purr. Not moan — purr. You can feel it vibrate within his body through the tip of your fingers. Your body jolts when your clit brushes up against his pelvis. Oh, that felt so good, holy shit. You lean your body down and grind it more; the electrifying sensations from the motion deepen your haze. “Ahhnn, ohhooo—Nnngh!!”

“You only attend to yourself in front of me, huh?” Suddenly, Sukuna brings a large hand to your neck, his thumb, fore, and middle thinner big enough to wrap your neck and clog your breathing. The action has your anus and cunt clench around him desperately. And he sneers. “Dare cum before me, and you’ll be lucky to be alive when I’m through with you tonight.” 

That is no threat to be taken kindly — even if you are his little dove, you are no fool to disregard the orders from the King of Curses himself. You’re quick to deescalate the tension, controlling the speed and angles of his cocks to churn your insides further. The constant pokes to your cervix prompt you to keep going — your wails fill the space of his traditional-style chambers when Sukuna’s dark nails pinch and pierce the skin of your hips. The constriction around your neck turns your erotic bliss into high stakes, and your mission now is to bring the behemoth below you to climax. You take the reins be damned; you do as you’re told when you’re told, no matter what. 

More purrs and groans from Sukuna result in your appeasement, throwing his head back to the pillow with eyes sewn shut to concentrate on both your holes. The tighter you clench on his cocks, the more his orgasm climbs up. “Hnngh!! Fuck…Take it, brat.” He grips your hips as he bucks to your leaky entrances, his balls smacking up to the sweaty skin of your ass. It takes you aback, your screams only making him rut harsher into you for his dicks to explode their loads into you. White, milky jizz fill your velvety texture and spill down to the hilt of his nether limbs. 

Sukuna finally removes his hand from your throat — your silent permission to chase your own high as he experiences his. Thank God, because yours hits you in seconds when the hand he removed travels down to your clit to pinch, and you come instantly. The fluttering agitation from your puckered chasms clamping around his pulsing girths has him his, and your shaky arms do what they can to keep you upright despite your climax. 

He watches your trembling figure during the fleeting moments of his climax – his intense red eyes examine you like a piece of art. And when your orbs finally open to look at his, he greets you with another wicked chortle. “That’s a good pet,” he brings one finger to attend to the tears from your eye. And you smile at him with breathless satisfaction.

Sukuna is always and forever will be a dominant man. But on those rare occasions when he allows you to take the reins, he expects nothing but a good job. If so, he’s not opposed to having the change again.

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