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Its really interesting that Jimmyâs chair is the one tilted away from the screen in this shot:
Itâs indicative of how his and Jimmyâs dynamic was. Heâs not staring ahead at the screen, heâs not paying attention to what they are doing. Curly is the only one looking forward. Jimmy quite literally couldnât see the responsibility Curly had or was doing. Jimmy likely slacked off and avoided most of his duties. I mean the one time we know he pilots the Tulpar he steers it wrong and loses the team 4000 credits. Even in the positions they held objectively, Curly was always taking responsibility for Jimmy. Not to mention the âWe can fix thisâ and only one chair at attention. Jimmy never had intentions to fix anything, throughout the game, throughout his entire relationship with Curly. Curly always fixed it? Why would it be any different here?
If he even took the slightest bit of responsibility, he wouldâve stayed in the cockpit to see his plan through. In the end Curly did what Jimmy always expected him to do for him and took responsibility. Did what he always did and took responsibility at the wrong timeâŠ
#cross posted on twitter#I like think itâs insane how subtle some shots are but yeah#like he doesnât even take the captains seat to try and crash the ship#the one time he took quote responsibility unquote he still did it from the inattentive side#and then ran from what he did and literally shielded himself from the consequences like closed the door and all like itâd be done quick#even if Curly didnât run in we know it wouldâve failed and everyone wouldâve known#also I saw someone say that Jimmy assaulted Anya because he was trying to put a black mark on Curlyâs record as captain#and I just canât believe that because he didnât want to be found out about it#like think about he canât take responsibility and tries to avoid punishment you really think his ego would allow him to risk#his image and reputation just to get to Curly? he wants to drag curly down by using him as a ring on the ladder but why would he weaken it#first? he only has the job because of him and heâd know that like Jimmy is brash and done but his hateful acts are calculated in a way to#get to others and not back to him#I mean he crashes the ship cause this would go on his permanent record and itâs likely that Jimmy had never got caught for an offense this#socially or legally damning and thatâs another reason he panicked so bad heâs clearly escalorty#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#jimmy mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing
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edi just went home. i miss her already! i get to watch her brother for a few days in november. itâs so nice seeing them all the time. hoping thereâs one for me to keep in the next batch!
#eden#18 weeks#4 months#baby eyes#ears#it was never the plan to keep from the gator litter#so ponzu gave me EXACTLY what i needed#hoping she continues her track record of making perfect beings#cmon sauce make me a black irish marked girl who runs
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Not our Promotions lead whoâs first task ever was creating the tumblr forgetting the tumblr existsâŠ
ANYWHO today in the Discord were holding a live reading of J&R come swing by and enjoy with us!!
#maraudersaudioproject#jegulus#regulus black#choicesaudiostory#james potter#marauders#sirius black#choicesmessermoon#the maraunders map#audio recording#marauders fanfiction#the marauders era#live script reading#table read#queer community#queer writers#queer collective#the marauders audio project#mots#discord server#podfic#drarry#audio drama#mark of the storm#creative collective#fan project
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Gavin Allen, Mark Sparling & Prof. Sakamoto - Shantae And The Seven Sirens Original Soundtrack | Limited Run Games | 2023 | Black
#gavin allen#mark sparling#prof. sakamoto#shantae and the seven sirens#limited run games#vinyl#black vinyl#lp#music#records#record collection#vgm#video game music#soundtrack#shantae#wayforward
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We got a thousand points of light
by AllanOdyne
#photographers#photography#original#canon#artists on tumblr#allanodyne#canon 5d mark iii#bwphotography#bw#sw#black and white photography#schwarzweiĂ#blanco y negro#cafe#travel#usa#beauty on its own level#alternative girl#grunge girl#beer#seattle#easy street records#store#vinyl#bar blonde#beautiful
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I find it so incredibly interesting how, when Dillon got with Freya I think he believed that by doing this he'd move on from Lucas and be with Freya (love her she's gorgeous), only for his feelings to grow more intense at a rapid pace đ I definitely feel like every time he saw Lucas while w Freya his heart would burst and skip a beat
I was also wondering, by the time of their like third near kiss after the football game I thought Dillon would have broken up with Freya after that but it wasn't until Lucas confronted him about it in later episodes.
Unfortunately their relationship came about entirely as a consequence of Dillon feeling rejected by Lucas, so if things started off that way, Iâm not surprised it took so long for Dillon to call things off. He was being really unfair leading her on for all that time when his heart was in a different place, but imo itâs kind of what he was always doing with her. đŹ like, the more I think about it the more I think he didnât ever have romantic feelings for her at allâ friendship feelings and physical attraction, but thatâs it.
He was hurting really bad, in love with his best guy friend again and being treated like garbage by the object of his affection. Freya probably made him feel liked, accepted, cared for, wantedâall the things he needed so badly from Lucas but wasnât getting. It sucks but was keeping her around as back up for when he was feeling those big, upsetting feelings and needed someone to forget them with. Because unfortunately Lucas rejecting him was a pattern and that point and the push and pull of it all wasnât new by the time heâd gotten with her.
Ending things eventually was the right thing to do but really, he shouldnât have started dating her to begin with. Their entire relationship from start to finish wasnât fair on her.
#hollyoaks#dillon ray#freya Calder#the one black mark on an otherwise spotless record of good boy behaviour#replies
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today i learnt that a number of my classmates didnât know how to differentiate between male and female house sparrows despite them looking incredibly different from on another. who the fuck doesnt know th e difference between male and female sparrow plumage????? anyway one of my friends said thereâs a solid 8/10 likelihood iâve got some kind of autism im sure thatâs unrelated
#for the record i was genuinely shocked. if u compare the males and females they are so obviously sexually dimorphic#and generally speaking male birds have more striking plumage compared to female birds of the same species#so the ones without the black and white facial markings are clearly female. iâve known this for years#personally i just think they donât look at birds enough
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my family tree btw. get on my fucking level. you can say what you will about the catholic church but thank god they were thorough record keepers.
#i'm marked with a black star#this comes from about a year of research and reading slovenian church records#i've hit a wall at my 9x great grandfather because i can't figure out where the fuck he was born#podgorica i think? but i cant figure it out.#peter hawlina if yr out there......#jk. hes not on my level.#i'd like to do it with my lithuanian family as well but i'd have to pay for most of those records i think#idk why these slovenian ones are free but hey! i'm not complaining.
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Btw I was an insanely dedicated genesic recode player⥠Did you know that when they announced the game would shut down in a few months they also just flat out cut service off to some countries that same day⥠So for me I just woke up one day and it was GONE!!! AND THIS HAPPENED THE DAY BEFORE LLOYDS BIRTHDAY. I was actually so distressed not even bcuz i had probably lost all my data but bcuz I had been diligently marking down and translating all his all idle lines for months and all I had left was this ONE birthday line and now to this day I still do not know what he said (i am absolutely sure it was nothing important but come on. Come on).
But then plot twist I went to the us over march break and a thought crosses my mind.....I still hadn't actually deleted the game yet it just doesn't work when I open it.... so I opened it in the states..... and it's FINE!!!!! it worked!!!! I didn't even lose my data!!!! So I spent an unreasonable amount of time that week sitting down and not just grinding Lloyd (he was only level 90 NOT 99) but Cecile and Rakshata too (just in case) (and the case was real) and I even fully finished off the story mode and redesigned lloyds little house to make sure he was comfortable and had friends before being sent to his permanent and unalterable death (see below)
At peace knowing he is living in this little haven forever.....
(Also lloyding aside I actually played this game soo srsly every day for 6 months doing all the events and high ranking pvp and guild stuffs and everything i was a pro..... I could've made a CRAZY detailed guide on it I probably still could......lost stories you will never be genesic recode.....)
#also looking back could i probably have used a vpn.#yes but i just tell myself it wojldnt have worked bcuz i cannot live with this guilt and shame.#a black mark on my otherwise flawless lloyd record
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After Forever Announces 25th Anniversary Reunion Celebration Performance in 2025
Dear After Forever fans, 2025 marks a monumental milestone: 25 years since After Forever left a timeless footprint on the world of symphonic metal with their debut album âPrison of Desireâ. Its 2001 successor, âDecipherâ, pushed their music even further, fusing progressive elements with a heavier sound that helped shape the symphonic metal of today. These two releases marked the start of aâŠ
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#after forever#andre borgman#angel wolf-black#announcements#band announcements#bas maas#floor jansen#jeffrey revet#luuk van gerven#mark jansen#nuclear blast records#sander gommans#special event announcements
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Mark Sparling - Cursed To Golf (Original Game Soundtrack) | Lost In Cult Records / Black Screen Records | 2024 | "Golf Course" Green + "Ghostly" Purple Translucent
#mark sparling#cursed to golf#lost in cult#black screen records#vinyl#colored vinyl#lp#music#records#record collection#vgm#video game music#soundtrack#chuhai labs#crisppyboat
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Invisible Club 12
08.05.2024
Spotify playlist of âallâ the Invisible Club
Intro 00:00 Bernard Grancher-Eliminate the terror of insects 00:58 Double Geography-Facing South 05:39 ReKaB-Solutions 10:10 Mikkel Hess-Veronika - Extended Version 14:05 Kevin Pearce-Wrong Place 18:00 Skyjelly-Killer B (Zonevreemd remix) 22:21 Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan-Rapid Transport Links 28:39 Garden Gate-Touched (Main Theme) 34:50 Bjarni Ben-Seltjarnarnes 37:02 Dave Guy-Morning Glory 40:18 The Home Current-The Dragon in the Window 42:27 Forsling&Hauch, Mika Forsling-Spektral 46:46 Prism Capture-Watch the skyscrapers 53:39 The Metamorph-Micro Man 57:42 Mark Ellery Griffiths-Waiting game 1:00:27 Black Moth Super Rainbow-Black Moth
#Bernard Grancher#Double Geography#ReKaB#Mikkel Hess#Kevin Pearce#Skyjelly#Zonevreemd#Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan#Garden Gate#Bjarni Ben#Dave Guy#The Home Current#Forsling&Hauch#Mika Forsling#Prism Capture#The Metamorph#Mark Ellery Griffiths#Black Moth Super Rainbow#Astra Solaria Recordings#Invisible Inc.#MĂłatĂșn 7#Castles In Space#Mahorka#Clay Pipe Music#Neo Ouija#Big Crown Records#Woodford Halse#Rad Cult
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[ID: reply reading "I'm sorry but no, the Chibnal era was just bad. Nothing good about it." /end ID]
nothing good about his era is a stretch considering chibnall era had the first ever
south asian TV companion (yaz) (also first asian woman companion. and first muslim companion.)
asian actor to play an incarnation of the master (sacha dhawan)
writer of color to work on doctor who (malorie blackman)
black woman to write an episode of a dwu show (malorie blackman)
asian person to write for TV (vinay patel)
composer of color to work on the show (segun akinola)
black director (mark tonderai)
asian woman to direct an episode (nida manzoor)
black woman to direct an episode (annette laufer)
chinese person to direct an episode (haolu wang - also, she directed legend of the sea devils, which had to have been on purpose)
also of the 12 female writers who have written for dw so far (not counting lesley scott who was credited but didnt actually write it) literally half of them were during chibnall era and 6/10 of the writers during his era were women which is twice as many female writers as either the entire classic era or moffat era.
like. im not saying chibnalls era was perfect or anything but. this is a LOT of things that just did not happen under previous showrunners.
"doctor who is good now" umm doctor who has always been good and more importantly it has always been bad. from bad doctor who we come and to bad doctor who we shall return (never left in the first place)
#ari opinion hour#like it is just straight up not fair to him at all to say there was NOTHING good about his era.#also for the record i checked and there have been 4 stories with an all female writer/director team and they are:#enlightenment. and 3 chibnall era episodes.#(the witchfinders nikola tesla's night of terror and the haunting of villa diodati)#also rosa and fugitive of the judoon were cowritten by chibnall but the director and the other writer were both black and asian respectivel#(mark tonderai/marjorie blackman and nida manzoor/vinay patel respectively)
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You know as a kid with Behavioral Issuesâąïž who's dad would grab them and shake them and threaten to beat them in public for doing Normal Kid Things I don't really remember the specific things he would yell at me, but I do remember looking to other adults for help and watching them pretend not to see me.
#VIVIDLY remember the face adults would make when they Averted Their Eyes#if they acknowledged the situation it was to commend my dad for 'keeping me in line'#for the record i only ever actually got hit a handful of times#but he would grab me and pinch me in ways that would hurt but not leave marks#like i would throw a fit over something stupid because i was 9 and it would turn into this fiasco where im sobbing snot running down my face#with a grown man standing over me threatening to spank me in the dairy aisle#while tim the milk man pretends he cant hear me begging to just be left alone#bc being quiet wasnt enough! he would get in my face and yell at me to smile so everyone knew i was okay!#that i wasnt being abused and i was fine!! smile right now before they get the wrong idea!!!!!#and like my mom didnt give a shit#shes totally checked out. she to this day swears days like this never happened and im exaggerating for attention#but i fucking remember man! i felt so fucking SMALL#i was like this lunatic is gonna fucking kill me and no one will care#bc like only a couple of times was enough to know that he was more than capable of hurting me! when he said im gonna beat you black and blue#i believed him!!#i used to think that i was the worst most evil child to ever exist. i thought i was the literal antichrist for a bit#and looking back i was just a small child who was grieving and needed someone to talk to#dont even get me started on the fucked up shit he used to say to me. like ive repeated it to people#and they just straight up dont believe it bc its so vile#and a lot of times there were witnesses!!#no one in our society gives two shits about children and thats why so many adults are so fucked up#anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk#i saw something fucked up today that i couldn't do anything about and now im having some sort of breakdown about it
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: ÌÌâ tropes: fem! reader đ„ minors do not interact đ„ prisoner sukuna x his penpal đ„ just plot with porn đ„ mentions of abuse đ„ mentions of sexual assault đ„ pussayy eating rawr but also u suck his dick so đ„ uraume and toji found family đ„ he would kill for you đ„ alternate universe đ„ nsfw
: ÌÌâ words: 10k?? idfk it's long
: ÌÌâ notes: happy halloween, mamas! đ i know ive been MIA for a while but thats because i wasnt feeling creative. but now ive dumped a 10k sukuna fic on you for you to read at 3 in the morning. this one's got a kick to it yall. its long but give the bitch a chance, shes good. if you have any requests, donât hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, commentâwhatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.
So, this was where youâd ended upâon a site for writing to prisoners. A pen-pal with an inmate.
How lonely did you have to be to fill out your info, pay a yearly fee, and do this? The answer: really, really lonely. Orphaned, friendless, and scarred from a relationship that had left you with broken ribs and a blind eye. And as if to top it all off, you wanted to reach out to a criminal. I guess you deserved at least that small bit of connection.
You scrolled through inmate profiles, noting their crimesâarson, theft, cybercrime, drug trafficking, money embezzlement, and so on. None of them were charged with homicides or serious offences.
One profile did catch your eye. The smirk in his mugshot suggested heâd probably killed someone and managed to evade the cops before they could pin anything on him.
âSukuna Ryomen,â you whispered, clicking on his profile and staring at a laundry list of crimes. âAggravated assault, drug manufacturing and distribution, kidnappingâJesusâextortion, cybercrime, Satanism . . . what the hell?â You chuckled as you scrolled further. âBank burglary, vandalism of religious propertiesâso thatâs the Satanism partâillegal possession of firearms, stalking?â
Why was this man even on this website, given his long list of crimes?
You zoomed in on his mugshot. Was it wrong to find him attractive despite his record? He truly embodied the term âbad boy,â though he didnât look like a boy at all. He was ruggedly handsome with hollowed eyes. His light-mink hair was swept back, with a few strands falling over his forehead, and he wore a single hoop earring in his left ear. Black tattoos marked his nose bridge, jaw, and the centre of his forehead, while narrow-eyed designs were inked on his cheekbones.
You wondered if heâd get any letters, given his long rap sheet. Maybe delusional women like you, whoâs pussies sang for high-profile criminals, sure.Â
Licking your lower lip, you picked up a piece of paper and a pen, tapping the end against the sheet as you continued to study his face.
Then you started writing.
Hello, Sukuna Ryomen,Â
My name is Y/N.Â
You thought it over. For now, you'd keep it light before diving into your deeper issues. It felt easier to share your thoughts with someone youâd never meet face-to-face than with a stranger in a bar whose only interest was getting into your pants.
You kept writing.
Dear Sukuna Ryomen,
Iâm currently living in an apartment complex thatâs in desperate need of renovation. Iâm harvesting cockroachesâno, Iâm not eating them; the fuckers just wonât stop nesting in my kitchen cabinets, and Iâm tired of spending money on pest sprays. On top of that, Iâm pretty broke, barely managing to keep a roof over my head. Iâve even considered trying to seduce the landlord into reducing my rent, though I doubt any man would find a woman with one working eye appealing. I noticed you have an extra beneath your real eyes. Care to share?
Anyway, this is my first time writing to someone like you, so apologies if itâs a bit awkward. I wish I could send a nude, but Iâm pretty sure youâd wish you were blind after that. I feel like Iâm rambling like this is my diary, so I should probably wrap it up. If you want to write back, feel free. I donât mean to sound privileged, but Iâm lonely as fuck.
Thank you (?), Â
Y/N
P.S. About the Satanismâcare to explain?
You didnât bother proof-reading and folded the letter into an envelope, sealing it with a lick. From your drawer, you pulled out a pack of old stickersâremnants of your childhoodâand placed one where the envelope met. You wrote the prison address provided on the website and added the stamps youâd bought during your walk, which was your final push into becoming a prison pen-pal. After selecting Sukuna Ryomen on the site and uploading your ID and other required documents, you waited for your profile to be approved.Â
After three days of waiting, you sent out the letter first thing in the morning and anxiously awaited a response.
Sukunaâs fists collided with the inmateâs face, each strike more brutal than the last. Blood splattered across his knuckles as the crowd of orange-clad convicts roared with twisted delight, their voices a chorus of vile encouragement. âFinish him!â they taunted, while others jeered at the barely conscious man, urging him to get up and fight back, to aim a desperate kick at Sukunaâs balls.
âSukuna!â A guardâs voice cut through the chaos, and soon the officers were pushing through the throng, shutting the prisoners who dared resist their authority. âGet up, now!â
âFuck off!â Sukuna snarled, his lips curling into a sneer as he shoved the guard aside. He watched with cold satisfaction as the man lay still, blood pooling beneath him. All this because the idiot had the nerve to laugh when Sukuna missed a three-pointer. Now, the bald bastard had paid the price for his arrogance, and Sukuna breathed in the aftermathâhis own dark victory painted in blood and broken bones.
Officer Gojo Satoru strode into the circle, handcuffs gleaming in his hand.Â
Sukuna's eyes narrowed at the sight of the blue-eyed bastard, a wave of hatred surging through him so fierce he could almost feel his fingers tightening around Satoru's throat. The very thought of choking the life out of him fueled his dark desires.
Satoruâs fatherâthe man responsible for dragging Sukuna down, catching him red-handed with crates of cocaine at the border, and sealing his fate with a fifty-year sentence. If Sukuna had known the old manâs spawn would end up as a deputy officer here, watching his every move with those piercing eyes, he would have never shown up to that cursed delivery. But noâhe had wanted to play the good boss, personally seeing his precious cargo off. Now, every day behind bars was a constant reminder of that one fatal mistake, and Sukunaâs rage festered as he thought of the traitor, Yuji. The little fuck who sold him out would pay dearly, and Sukuna was already plotting the perfect revenge.
His own fucking nephew sold him off. Motherfucker wanted the throne for himselfâan empire Sukuna built with his bare hands.Â
âThrow him in the ice box,â Satoru commanded, his voice dripping with that infuriating smugness. The officer roughly cuffed Sukunaâs wrists, shoving him forward. âCool down, Big Guy. Youâre not going anyââ
Before he could finish, Sukuna rammed his forehead into Gojoâs nose, relishing the satisfying crunch as the lanky bastard staggered back. The inmates roared with approval from where they were restrained by the other officers.Â
Gojo chuckled, dabbing at his bleeding nose with a pristine handkerchief, the kind only a spoiled little bitch like him would carry. âYou think thatâs funny?â he asked, his tone laced with condescension.
âHilarious,â Sukuna whispered, a dark grin curling at his lips.
âOkay,â Gojo replied with a casual shrug. Without warning, his fist slammed into Sukunaâs jaw.
Once.
Twice.
Three fucking times.
The officers stood by, indifferent, as their captain unleashed his fury. For them, it was just another case of self-defence.
Sukuna finally collapsed to the ground, his vision swimming. Gojo leaned over him, his voice a venomous hiss. âWhoâs laughing now?â A final, vicious kick to Sukunaâs chest left him gasping for breath. âKeep him in that freezer until heâs begging to be let out. No meals for a week.â
Sukunaâs vision blurred as he glared at Satoruâs retreating figure, the ringing in his ears barely drowning out the disappointed murmurs of his fellow inmates. His body, battered and beaten, finally surrendered to the encroaching darkness.
When he came to, he found himself in the prisonâs infirmary, cocooned in three heated blankets. Yet the warmth did little to pierce the deep, bone-chilling cold that gripped him. The need to piss gnawed at him, but even that seemed distant compared to the icy numbness that had taken hold.Â
âWelcome back to hell.âÂ
Sukuna raised his head from the pillows to find Uraume, the prisonâs doctor. They were also the only person he tolerated, and somewhat close to since he ended up in the infirmary more than once. He hoped they considered him a âsomethingâ after he killed a two-hundred pound guy for groping their ass in the cafeteria. How did he do it? He knew Uraume kept a pocket knife in their doctorâs coat and quickly swept it out and stuck it in the dickâs jugular.Â
âHow long have I been out for?â he asked, squirming his arm out of the blanket to rub his eyes.Â
âA day.âÂ
âWhat?â Sukuna pulled himself out of the blanket by wiggling around like the fucking worms his cell mate Toji liked to collect every time they went in the courtyard to play. Theyâre better company than your grouchy ass, he said once. âHow long was I in the ice box?âÂ
âBarely an hour.â Well, thatâs just pussy behaviour from him. âThey pulled you out before hypothermia killed you. What a way to die, am I right?â They chuckled, preparing some pills in a small disposable cup. âHere, take these. Theyâre nutrients.âÂ
âI could use actual food.â Sukuna downed them like a shot. God, he missed alcohol. âThat blue-eyed bitch restricted my meals for a week.âÂ
âFuck him.â Uraume took out a sandwich from their bag and threw it in Sukunaâs direction. âJust fake illness when youâre hungry. Iâm always here to feed my favourite dog.âÂ
Sukuna snorted. âGo to hell.âÂ
âAlready here.â Uraume clipped back their white hair with the back dyed red. Like someone smashed their head into the wall and the colour just bled to the sides. âOh, this came for you.â Â
Sukuna shoved the sandwich in his mouth and stretched his muscles before walking over, snatching the letter. It was already opened, a flimsy teddy-bear sticker hanging from the paper. âWhat the fuck is this?âÂ
âA letter.âÂ
âA letter? For me?âÂ
Uraume broke their attention from the computer to look at him. âRemember when you had me register you on that prison pen-pal bullshit after Toji received a pile of fan letters?â
Sukuna blinked.Â
He definitely remembered being jealous when Toji got a letter from an artist who drew herself naked on paper for him, and a shit ton more asking for his dick size or when heâll be out. Of course, Sukuna was envious of the attention. Plus, no one in prison made good company. He just wanted the taste of the outside world again after being locked in for five years now. Even if it was through ink on paper.Â
But then Sukuna looked down at his first ever letter torn open. âWhy is this open? Who read it?â If it was Satoru, he was going to rip his eyeballs from his sockets and feed it to Tojiâs pet worm.Â
âRelax. Theyâve got to identify if thereâs any substances attached to the paper, or any other shady shit. Whoever wrote to you is just a harmless nobody.âÂ
Sukuna frowned, bringing the letter up to his nose. It smelled like a plain envelope. No drugs, nothing.
He found purchase on the bed again, pulling out the folded paper and ironing the creases out on his leg. Here we go.
He began reading each word carefully.Â
A week went by since youâd mailed your letter to Sukuna Ryomen. A week of pure torture to hear something back from the criminal. Youâd relaxed on Sunday because the post offices are closed, but on Monday, you were at your mailbox, watching the mailman sort out letters and slip them through the boxes.Â
Once he left, you dashed to your box and flipped through the coupons, flyers, newslettersâ
Your breath hitched.Â
Everything dropped from your hand except the cream envelope with an address from the prison. You didnât care about reading it upstairs and quickly, yet carefully, tore it open from the side, reading the writing.Â
Trying to read it.Â
Sukuna had terrible handwriting. It made you giggle.Â
You leaned against the mailboxes and murmured the words written under your breath.Â
Hey, Y/N
I donât know how to start a letter since Iâve never written one so donât mind if I hurt your little feelings. Donât know if youâre aiming to entertain me or bore me to death with this âdear diaryâ bullshit. I thought Iâd get a nude, at the very least. Hell, Toji over hereâyeah, the bastard who was on the news last year with a thing for setting houses on fireâgets way better fan mail every week. Pictures, drawings, mostly nudes. And I get your whining about rent and cockroaches?
Look, I may be locked up, but Iâm giving you some advice here. Donât fuck your landlord. Youâve got one eye? Goodâuse it. Hell, thatâs already intimidating enough. Threaten the prick to call pest control, or better yet, trap those damn cockroaches and give him a taste. Stuff a few down his throat if he still doesnât take you seriously. People respect action, not whining.
Speaking of. One eye? Really? Now, howâd it happen? Was it torn out? Still got some sight in it, or is it just gone? Thatâs gangster. Hot, even. Iâd fuck a one-eyed chick. Maybe when Iâm out we can cross that off my bucket list. Nah, Iâm just playing with you.
Or maybe Iâm not.
Think on it.
Hate (in a friendly way),
Sukuna.
P.S. Yeah, I took out some satanist scum who tried kidnapping one of my peopleâs kids. But donât go thinking Iâm in with those freaks. Iâm just the Devil they wish they could be.
âWoah,â you breathed out, hugging the letter to your chest. This was it. This was what you were waiting for. A pull towards something real, something thrilling. Itâs all youâve been craving for eons now.Â
âWhatcha got there, sweetie?â The voice snapped you back, harsh as nails against glass. Your landlord had wandered out of his door on the first floor, wrapped in a faded bathrobe and gripping his mug like some king holding court. âMade a mess on my floor with your papers.â
âSorry,â you muttered, quickly tucking Sukunaâs letter back into its envelope and reaching down to gather the stray papers scattered on the floor. When you straightened, he was already in your space, close enough that the coffee on his breath made you flinch.
âExcuse meââ
âYouâre excused.â His smirk widened as he leaned in, his nose grazing your neck. The greasy warmth of his breath made bile rise to the back of your throat. âJust wanna take a little bite out of you.â
Sukunaâs advice echoed in your mind. Youâd neverâneverâthink of following through with his revolting insinuation. But letting this sleaze get away with treating you like this? No. Not anymore.
âStep away,â you commanded. âNow.â
He blinked, then chuckled, dismissive. âFeisty today, huh? Got a letter from your boyfriend in prison, sweetie?â How did he know that? Fuck. Did he go through your mail before it was deposited? âLet me guessâyou think heâs got your back now?â He leaned even closer, the stench of his laugh wafting in the air. âCome on, where's that one eye of yours aiming, sweetheart?â
âNext person who mentions my eye eats the dirt,â you snapped, every ounce of your resolve boiling up. âAnd as for what Iâve gotâitâs something way out of your league, old geezer. So get the hell back to your apartment, and call pest control now.âÂ
For a second, he was stunned, face going pale as your words sank in. But you could feel Sukunaâs thrill, his twisted approval in the back of your mind. Youâd tapped into something that wouldnât settle. But then, âWell, Iâll be damned. Someone put on their big girl panties.âÂ
Your jaw tightened as you held your ground, taking small breaths. Youâd rehearsed this moment in your head, picturing a confrontation that ended with him backing down. But things never went as planned with him.
âIâm not here to beg,â you said evenly. âBut Iâm not gonna let you walk all over me, either. I pay rent. Itâs your responsibility to keep this place livable.â
He snorted, raising his coffee mug and giving you a once-over that made your skin crawl.Â
âNot for free, sweetheart. Youâve gotta give me something worth my time.â His eyes travelled down your body.Â
Your pulse throbbed in your ears, but you squared your shoulders. âIâm already paying rent. Itâs your right to ensure your tenant's safety.â
His face darkened, lips curling into a bitter smile. âNot when that tenantâs acting like a spoiled little bitch.â And then, with a flick of his wrist, he launched the mugâs contents right at you.
You dodged, but a few hot droplets scorched your arm, leaving a raw sting that only fueled your anger. He laughed, shaking his head with a mocking scowl. âGet the fuck out of my sight before I kick you out on the streets.â
You didnât give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You turned on your heel, heading back upstairs with quick steps, forcing the tears back until you could lock the door behind you. Once inside, you slumped to the floor, breathing hard. The letter from Sukuna crackled beneath your hands, and you clutched it close to your chest, feeling the heat of humiliation turn into something fiercer, darker.Â
âDamn it,â you whispered to yourself, pushing back to your feet with renewed energy. You marched to your desk, grabbed your notebook and pen, and let the words pour out, hurried and jagged. If anyone would understand this kind of anger, it was himâthe one man whose entire life was carved from rage.
And this time, you wouldnât hold anything back.
âLetter for you, Ryomen.â
Sukuna dropped down from his top bunk, snatching the letter right out of the guardâs hand.
âFrom your girl?â Toji asked from across the table, flipping a card, halfway to beating Sukuna in Blackjack.
âNot my girl,â Sukuna grunted, tearing into the envelope. But still, he smirked as he unfolded your letter.
Hey, Sukuna.Â
Fuck my landlord to hell and back. I need you to know Iâd kill him if I could get away with it. Iâm trying to keep this âethicalâ so they donât cut off my letters, but letâs just, I hate the elderly. They should be rotting in retirement houses instead of owning properties and doing a shit job running them. That senile asshole threw hot coffee at me this morning. Burning. I nearly shattered the damn mug over his skull.
Sukunaâs eyes narrowed, his fingers squeezing the letter hard enough to crumple the edges.
And now heâs saying heâll kick me out, as if I have anything to pay him with. This place is a dump, anyway. I might hit up one of those shelters for women, maybe hop from couch to couch for a bit. My job at corner storeâs giving me scraps; itâs not nearly enough to get by. So yeah, you could say Iâm screwed.
And to answer your question about my eyeâyeah, Iâm blind in it. Got it from a real piece of work I used to call a boyfriend. He decided my face was fair game, and thought I could just live with it. But he's dead now. Overdosed last I heard from his brother. Good riddance, am I right?
Oh, and for that kink of yours you mentionedâsending my picture along with a little extra treat.Â
Hate (because Iâm about to go crazy here), Y/N
P.S. For all the things youâve done, I canât lieâthe world you talk about sounds safer than this one. Well, except for you committing the most heinous crimes.Â
Toji clicked his tongue. âLook at that dumbass grin on your face.â
âShut the fuck up,â Sukuna muttered, flipping the letter overâand there it was: a stick drawing of a woman lying on a bed, two messy circles for her chest, legs spread wide, and what looked like . . . well, he didnât need to guess. Sukuna went from grinning to outright laughing. âSheâs hilarious.â
âNot just that. Sheâs sexy as fuck,â Toji said, holding up a photo, ripped clean in half.
Sukunaâs eyes flashed. He swiped the photo and pieced it back together, cursing himself for tearing through the envelope like a brute. But as the two halves reconnected, he felt his pulse kick up, hard.
âWell, shit.â You were more than just beautiful. The way your hair fell, the curves of your body wrapped in that short black dress, standing under a streetlamp with the city lights glinting around you . . . But it was the smileâthe easy, teasing grinâthat really did it for him. âIâm definitely jerking off tonight.â Respectfully, of course.
âCan we get back to the game now, orââ
âFuck the game. Iâve got a letter to write.â And a plan brewing to get you out of that dump and right where he wanted you.
Your landlord was pronounced dead.Â
An ambulance had arrived early in the morning, around nine, waking up every tenant. You were one of them, groggy from your sleep, and all the crying youâd done from realising how high rent was these days.
Apparently, he had a heart-attack, said one of the residents.Â
He was eighty, said another.Â
You stuck to the back of the crowd as his body was wheeled out on the stretcher. How could he have died just five days after you sent your last letter to Sukuna? It couldnât have been him, could it? Maybe one of his associates? Given the manâs extensive criminal history, you suspected he had some serious connections.
As the crowd began to disperse a few minutes later, you joined them but didnât head upstairs. Instead, you made your way to the mailroom.
And luckily, Sukunaâs letter was present.Â
All he wrote was:Â
Youâre welcome.Â
Neutral,Â
Sukuna.Â
You broke out laughing, or crying. Whatever it was, it felt good. So good.Â
Hey, Sukuna!
These days, Iâm feeling calm. Really calm. Iâm sleeping well, eating better, even starting to enjoy work. Sometimes, Iâm scared itâll all get snatched away. By who? I donât know. Lifeâs been that way, though. Iâve lost so muchâmy parents, my friends, even my left eyesight. At one point, I lost my will to keep going. But I guess some part of me held on, believing a better day would come.
Turns out, those days are here. Who wouldâve thought a felon could make me feel less alone? I know it sounds crazy, but my lifeâs been full of surprises lately.
If you think you canât bring happiness to someone, Iâm here to tell you youâre wrong. Iâm genuinely happy, and itâs thanks to you. I already think of you as a friendâand I hope you think of me the same way. You donât get a choice in that, by the way.
Love (genuinely), Y/N
P.S. Iâd like to come visit you sometime soon.
Sukuna lowered the letter, his eyes settling on the wall where heâd pinned up your picture. âToji?â he called out, still staring at the photo.
Toji paused mid-pushup, raising an eyebrow. âWhat, bitch?â
Sukuna let out a low laugh, barely shaking his head as he spoke. âI think Iâm in love.â
Hello, Y/N.
When Iâm out in fifty years, Iâll give you a real surprise. And donât write me any more of that sentimental crap, alright? Save it for when you visit. Iâd rather hear it in person.
Hate (but maybe not so much), Sukuna
P.S. Youâre beautiful.
You pressed the letter to your chest, biting your lip as warmth spread across your cheeks, your face aching from how much you were smiling. It was officialâyou were falling for Sukuna Ryomen. Youâd have to look your absolute best for your visit. Just the thought of seeing him, hearing his voice, maybe even feeling his hand brush yours, made your heart race. Youâd kiss him if theyâd let you. And if they didnât? What could the guards do? Throw you in jail? Now that would be ironic.
But fifty years . . . Would you really wait fifty years for Sukuna to be released? How high was his bail, anyway, that even his hidden cash stash wasnât enough to cover it? He had to have some kind of pull with the right people, didnât he?
With a sigh, you grabbed a piece of paper and began to write your reply.
Sukuna,
Fifty years is a lifetime, donât you think?
Love, Y/N
Sukuna read the short note youâd sent, surprised by how much youâd poured into just a few lines. He noticed small, faded dots on the paperâtears, unmistakably yours. Youâd been crying, and it didnât sit right with him. His stomach tightened, but thankfully, heâd already secured your visit through Uraume, who handled it while Gojo was away.
Now, all that was left was seeing you.
He wondered how heâd keep his hands to himself after all the nights heâd spent memorising your picture, losing himself in thoughts of you. Every night before sleep, every morning when he woke, every time Toji was out cold and couldnât hear Sukunaâs barely-stifled groans as he imagined you were there. God, he wanted to steal you away.Â
The day of your visit finally came. Sukuna was led to the visitor room, wrists cuffed, flanked by two guards. He hadnât set foot in this room since a couple of his associates had visited months back with updates on the family business and Yujiâs latest fiascos. Theyâd kept everything running despite his brotherâs mess-ups, and Sukuna owed them.
He glanced down at his hands. Fifty years. Heâd been scheming for a way out since he first set foot in here, but now, with you in the picture, the urge to escape was relentless. Bail was twenty million. Even if he could scrounge it up, he doubted he could get it done without tipping off the wrong people. No, his only real option was breaking out.
âSukuna.â
A soft voice pulled his head up slowly. He couldnât remember the last time his name was spoken with such warmth.Â
âY/N.â
He shot up from his seat, his eyes flicking to the guards stationed in the corner before letting himself drink you in. You looked stunningâa soft sundress, hair delicately curled, makeup enhancing every curve and angle of your face. His gaze lingered on your eyes, marvelling at the contrast: one foggy, hazy, while the other was bright and striking. A smirk pulled at his mouth, but he softened it for you.Â
âHey,â he whispered, the one word holding more emotion than heâd ever admit, especially with witnesses around.
âHi,â you whispered back, eyes lowering down his muscled body, the pattern tattoos like rings around his wrist and with the first three buttons of his jumpsuit unbuttoned, you found the top of the rings on his pecs as well. His light-pink hair was brushed down, the tendrils poking his reddish-brown eyes. A peculiar colour. âHi.â
He smiled. âYou already said that, baby.âÂ
Baby. Gosh, you were even more nervous now.Â
âThey said I canât shake your hand.â You looked at the cuffs on his wrists and tossed a glare at the guards. âOr hands.âÂ
âFuck them.â Sukuna sat down and you followed. âYouâre stunning.âÂ
You blushed. âThank you.âÂ
âNot gonna compliment me back?â His deep voice was cocky, smug. You loved it.Â
âYouâre handsome and you know it.âÂ
âI sure do.âÂ
You chuckled and Sukuna watched you with a soft expression. âThanks for . . . you know.âÂ
He understood the words you mouthed and smiled. âA little Ricin never hurt anyone.â
âHow did you pull it off?â
His eyebrow arched in surprise. âJust because Iâm stuck in this hellhole doesnât mean Iâve lost everyoneâs respect out there. Blood is thicker than water in my clanâexcept when it comes to my nephew. I just want to drain it out of him.â
Your own smile faltered. âWell . . . Iâd like to have coffee with you. But fifty years, Sukuna, is too long.âÂ
He sighed. âI know.âÂ
âIsnât there any way to get you out?âÂ
Sukuna saw the longing on your face and wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands and stare at you for hours. He just couldnât believe you were real. He wouldâve killed you if you were cat-fishing him. âI really want to touch you,â he whispered instead. He did. He really fucking did.Â
You pinched your lips in a smile. âMe, too.âÂ
Sukuna placed his hands on the table and grabbed both of yours. They were so soft and small. He wanted to kiss each finger. Knuckle. Vein.
âHands off, Ryomen,â the guard warned. He didnât relent, and simply winked at you. âI said hands off.âÂ
âFuck you,â Sukuna spat back.Â
âVisitâs over.â The pair of guards pried Sukuna away, making you reach out for him with a protest.Â
âIâll see you this weekend.â Sukuna winked and let the guards drag him away.Â
You sat stunned before the officers escorted you out of the visiting room and apologised on his behalf.Â
When the weekend finally rolled around, you found yourself standing at the prison gates once more, entering alongside a pair of guards.
Waiting by the visitor room was a towering figure with straight silver hair and striking blue-eyes. You got a closer look at the badgeâSatoru Gojo. Youâve read the name in one of Sukunaâs letters complaining about him.
âY/N. What a pleasant surprise,â he greeted, waving away the guards and pressing a hand on your back, leading you down the opposite direction.Â
âWe can chat another time, officer. Iâve got to meet Sukuââ
âHe can wait. Prison teaches a man patience. Heâs got fifty more years left. Plenty to visit then.â Gojo opened the door and guided you inside. The shutting made your shoulders flinch. The lock clicking had dread pooling in your stomach. âSit. Would you like anything to drink?âÂ
You eyed the dark setting bathed in a golden light from a corner lamp. There was a cart with a decanter set and a mini-fridge to the right. A bookshelf and a wardrobe on the left. âIâm fine, thank you.âÂ
Gojo shrugged and poured himself whiskey before taking his seat behind his table. You sat opposite him. âSo, whatâs your relationship with my favourite prisoner?âÂ
You blinked. âUh, weâre just pen-pals.âÂ
âLying to a police officer is a serious offence.âÂ
âIâm telling the truth,â you said. âWeâre strictly pen-pals.âÂ
âIâve read your letters to know that isnât true, Princess. So unless you want to sit there and lie to my fucking face, I suggest you start using that mouth for good and tell me the goddamn truth.â He slammed his glass down, but his face remained smiling with false politeness.Â
You felt suffocated in the office, eyes darting left and right for anything sharp in case he tried some other method to get you to talk.Â
âIâve been in this field for a decade now to know when someone is hiding something from me,â Gojo continued, taking a leisure sip from his drink. âI have a file on you, Y/N. Youâre an only child, with no proper education or a stable job. Youâre one bad decision away from being trafficked. Youâre submissive, a follower, who if went missing, no one would look for.â Tears welled your eyes at his words. âAnd I know that bastardâs the reason youâre still living in that dump you call home.âÂ
That was the last nail in the coffin.Â
âIâve been following you since your first letter,â he said quietly. âYou think I donât know what youâre up to? Oh, Princess, you couldnât be any more wrong.â He stood up and rounded his way to you.Â
You quickly scrambled out of your seat. âPlease. I donât know anything. IâI donâtâSukunaâs a friend, yes, but Iâm not involved in any of his criminal activities.âÂ
âFriend?â Gojo spat out. âThat man is the last person youâd ever want as your friend.â He stalked forward and you retracted. âHeâs committed more crimes in his lifetime than any other man. Heâs killed half the people in this country, extorted money from politicians, burned down houses for fun, and killed my father!â He grabbed the collars of your dress and slammed you back into his wardrobe door. A cry ripped from your throat. âAnd you, a nobody, has the audacity to call that fucker a friend? Sweetheart, youâre just a ploy, a pawn, a time-pass for him. A hole to warm his cock in.â A sardonic chuckle. âThatâll never happen since he isnât getting out anytime soon. But, hey, maybe I can prepare you for him.âÂ
Your breath quickened, a whimper slipping past your lips. âHow does that make you any better than him?âÂ
Gojo smiled and brushed his lips over your ears. âBecause I have the power to get away with it.âÂ
Your eyes, frightened and flickering, dragged up to his blue-ones.Â
In the blink of an eye, you slapped him across the face, taking him by complete surprise and broke free from his hands. He leaped towards you as you unlocked the door and ran out and down the hall, shouting for help.Â
A pair of officers turned the corner.Â
âHelp, please!â You fell into the arms of one of them. âPlease, heâs going to hurt me!âÂ
âWho?â one asked with concern.Â
âSatoru Gojo!âÂ
They exchanged a look and briskly turned away, leaving you standing. Their spines straightened as Gojo walked down the hallway, flattening a hand down his chest. The duo saluted him and walked away with their heads down.Â
Your heart sank.Â
You had no power here.Â
âI told you, Princess,â Gojo purred, prowling towards you, âthis is my domain.âÂ
You cried out and ran towards the visitorâs room. The door knob was locked and could only be opened with a keycard. âHelp!â You slammed your palms on the surface. âPlease, someone! Helpâah!âÂ
Gojo gripped the back of your hair and pulled you from the door. âPerfect timing, actually. Iâd like to see the look on Ryomenâs face before I split his woman on my cock.â He swiped the card and opened the door, pushing you inside but controlling you with the grip he had on your head.Â
Sukuna was already standing and enraged, held back by two guards who struggled. He mustâve heard your helpless cries. You wish he didnât have to. âLet her go, Gojo!âÂ
âOh, I will,â said Gojo, âas soon as Iâm done with her.âÂ
Sukuna growled, thrashing against his restraints. âYou fucking prick, Iâm gonna tear you in half if you touch her!âÂ
âLike this?â Gojo squeezed your left breast and laughed.Â
Sukuna elbowed one of the guards in his nose, momentarily seeking freedom to hit the other. Hope blossomed in your chest as he fought them off and made his way towards you.Â
Gojo chuckled and pulled out his gun, shooting Sukuna in the leg. You jumped with a scream as he fell to the floor, clutching his thigh. âAll this chaos for a common whore,â he muttered. âCome on, Princess. Letâs put you to good use.âÂ
âNo, please!â You shouted as he dragged you away. âSukuna, no! Sukuna!âÂ
âY/N.â Sukuna reached his arm out, his hand curling into a fist and falling defeatedly onto the floor. âDonât hurt her, please.â His face was squeezed in pain, as the guards kept him pinned to the floor. âPlease! Donât fucking hurt herââÂ
The door closed shut, and the last sight before your eyes was Sukuna crying.Â
Sukuna hadnât heard from you in over a month.Â
Heâd also spend the month in the infirmary after Uraume did an extensive surgery on his leg. It hadnât hit a vital artery. He believed Satoruâs aim was calculated to keep him alive. To continue letting him suffer.Â
Sukuna also went quiet. He hadnât spoken a single word to anyone except murmuring to himself. He read back on your letters, slept with the papers under his pillow, if he slept at all.Â
Every morning, afternoon, night, in and out of his dry sleep, he was plotting a way to get out of this hell and find you. Would you even want to see him? Would you even care? Were you even alive? Heâd dragged you into his mess, put you in danger, and fell into Satoruâs disgusting trap.Â
âYou need to eat something, Sukuna,â Uraume advised as they have been since his injury. They placed the tray in front of him. âAt least eat the yogurt.âÂ
Were you eating? Were you still living in his house? Were you alive? That question rang in his head again.Â
âFor fucks sake.â Uraume brought forth a stool and sat next to his bed, staring at the side of his face. âWhat the hell do you want to do?âÂ
He wanted to kill Satoru first. Then escape with Toji since he was the only bastard he trusted in this place. Then find you and run away from the law as far as possible. It was a simple plan that required efficiency.Â
âAre you gonna talkââÂ
Sukuna shoved the tray aside, the food falling onto the floor. He was irritated by the questions outside and inside of his head. âI need to find her,â he mumbled to himself. âI need to know if sheâs alive.â Please, baby, please be alive.Â
âEverything all right in here, doc?â One of the guards stationed outside the door asked with his head peering through the door.Â
Sukuna stared at him, then went back to Uraume. They met his eyes with their blank stare. They scanned down his body, to his injured leg, then back to his head.Â
A sigh left them. âNo,â they replied. âDo you mind helping me clean up the mess?âÂ
Sukuna gritted his jaw as the guard walked in, closing the door and crouching down, grumbling curses at Sukuna. Uraume stood from their stool and made their way to the cabinet, pulling out a syringe and a small vial.Â
Sukuna's eyes lightened, spine straightening. A smile curved at his lip as they flicked the droplets from the tip of the injection and walked over, making small-talk about the weather.Â
Suddenly, Uraume jabbed the needle into the officerâs neck and pushed down the plunger. He fell to his side, clutching his neck and staring up at them as they shrugged. Sukuna watched with pure delight as his body began to convulse, foam gathering at this mouth and dripping from the side.Â
Then he stopped.Â
âHeâs dead,â Uraume said before Sukuna could ask. âWorks the night shift so you wonât have a problem running into anyone else. Change into his clothes. Iâll drive.â They walked away to grab a face mask.Â
âWhy?â asked Sukuna.Â
Uraume sighed, head dropping. âBecause I fucking hate it here.âÂ
Sukuna was definitely going to hire them once he killed his Gojo, and his nephew.Â
He quickly changed into the officerâs clothes, giving him a hard kick in the stomach that had Uraume rolling their eyes.Â
Sukuna followed behind as they led the way. âLetâs take Toji.â
âWhy?â they asked. âThatâs a hassle.âÂ
âJust feel bad.âÂ
âAnd when did you start feeling guilt?â Uraume easily slipped past the security gate, waving to the officer who was busy on his phone.Â
âI donât know,â he said, smiling because he knew. Sure, youâd only touched him once, but your letters were what truly began to change him. Just the other day, heâd lost a round of blackjack, stacking his debt to Toji by a million, and instead of knocking the guy out cold, Sukuna shook hands and called it a âgood game.â âOn second thought, letâs leave him here for the time being.â Until he got his money in check.Â
Once they settled into Uraumeâs car, Sukuna quickly discarded the officer's cap, tie, and badges. Uraume entered your address from the letters, and they drove in silence for the next thirty minutes.
When they arrived, the building matched your description: shitty.
Uraume stopped Sukuna before he could leap out of the car. They scanned the street for any signs of police presence. âGo. Iâll wait here.âÂ
Sukuna nodded and dashed out of the car, walking inside the apartment. There was no buzzer system, which meant anyone could stroll in, armed and dangerous. This was a problem. He needed to get you out of here and into one of his safe housesâa hidden place even his bastard nephew didnât know about.
He hurried up the emergency stairwell to the tenth floor, slightly winded by the time he reached door 1090.
This was it.
With his hands gripping the edges of the door, he hunched forward, heart racing. Please, be alive.
Finally, he knocked.
He chewed the shit out of his bottom lip, hissing impatiently through his teeth. âCome on, Y/N.â He knocked again, his impatience boiling over. âItâs me, Sukuna! Please, open the door.â He pounded harder, fear creeping in with each passing second. The Sukuna Ryomen was . . . scared. âGoddammit!â
âSukuna . . .?âÂ
He halted mid-breakdown and turned slowly, his heart dropping at the sight of you standing there with two bags of groceries. You looked so fragile, your complexion pale, and the radiance he remembered from your visit had completely vanished.
The grocery bags slipped from your hands and fell to the ground.
In an instant, you both rushed toward each other, and he lifted you off the ground effortlessly. You wrapped your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably as he buried his hand in the back of your hair, inhaling the comforting scent of your body wash.
âItâs okay, baby,â he whispered. âItâs okay, Iâm here.â His eyes were directed straight ahead, and he was shaking. Terribly. âIâm here, sweetheart.âÂ
You pulled back, cradling his face in your small hands. Gently, you brushed aside his dark, mink-like hair, tracing the tattoos on his skin with your fingertips. âYouâre alive,â you whispered, overwhelmed by relief. You couldnât help but touch him, and he simply smiled, allowing you the closeness. âGod, youâre alive. Sukunaâyouâre really alive. How?â
âOf course, I am. I just needed to know you were alive,â he replied, his hands enveloping your cheeks. âWhere did you go? Why did you stop writing to me?â
Your face went blank. âWhat do you mean?â Â
âYour letters. You stopped writing to me.âÂ
âThey . . .â Your voice cracked. âThey told me you were sentenced to death.âÂ
He was taken back. âWhat the fuck?â Â
Realisation dawned upon you. The second time you visited Sukuna, Satoru had literally dragged you out of the station, kicking you out the doors. Heâd threatened to take you to his office next time, but since he had a meeting with officials that day, heâd reluctantly let you go. That didnât stop you from sending countless letters, pouring your heart out until, two weeks later, you finally received a notification from the police station. Sukuna had been sentenced to death by lethal injection and was no longer alive. Youâd cried for days on end. You imagined he had been cremated and reduced to ashes, stored away somewhere. The thought shattered you. For an entire month, you couldnât bring yourself to leave your house.
Until tonight.Â
And he was here. Sukuna was here. He was alive.Â
âY/N,â he murmured, his thumb gently brushing the area below your sightless eye. âLetâs head inside, alright?â
You nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his wrist. He held your hand tightly while using his other arm to carry your grocery bags. Once you reached your apartment, you opened the door and locked it securely. The deadbolt you had installed was a precaution against Satoru, just in case he showed up.
âIâm so happy youâre alââÂ
Sukuna kissed you before the words could leave your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning from the taste of his lips, the taste youâd been craving for months now. He didnât allow you to breathe, didnât pull away. You both stood there in the alcove, kissing for minutes, clinging to each other. He cupped the back of your head and drew apart from your lips, peppering kisses over your face, especially your foggy eye.Â
âI donât want to fuck you, baby,â he whispered in your ear. âI want to make love to you. For hours.â Your grip tightened in his shirt. âThen I need you to pack everything in a bag and run away with me.âÂ
âRun away?â You searched his dark-reddish eyes. âRun away where?â
His knuckles grazed your wet cheek. âSomewhere not even God can find us.â
You swallowed hard. âTheyâll send out a manhunt, Sukuna. What if we get caught? What if they take youââ
He cut you off with a kiss. âNo one is going to take me away from you. Do you get that?â His strong fingers moved through your hair. âIâd turn this world to dust before that happens.â
Your insides melted from the threat. âTake me,â you murmured over his lips. He kissed you. âTake me everywhere, anywhere, wherever, as long as itâs with you.âÂ
Sukuna lifted you effortlessly, carrying you like a bride as he kicked open your bedroom door. He set you down on the bed, then began stripping off his clothes, revealing the geometric tattoos that marked his thighs and torso. You were caught off guard by how quickly he moved, fumbling to take off your sweater and jeans. By the time you looked back at him, he was already naked, and your gaze dropped to what you could only describe as a gloriously, long erection.Â
âWoah,â you whispered, feeling your mouth go dry. âYouâre abnormally big.âÂ
âYou can take it.â He leaned over you, tearing your panties without a second thought. Before you could protest about them being your favorite pair, he spread your legs and went down on you. âOh, my godâSukunaâwaitââ
âWaited too long,â he growled, his mouth finding your clit as he buried his nose between your wet folds. He nipped, licked, and bit, his tongue plunging deep into you, creating messy sounds that filled the air. You couldn't form words or catch your breath, gripping the roots of his hair tightly.
When you came like a flood, Sukuna lifted your hips, making sure not a single drop of you was lost to the sheets. He let out loud, deep moans as he sloppily lapped at your sensitive cunt.
He wiped his glistening mouth with his fingers and then pressed them against your lips. You eagerly sucked on his warm, thick digits, noting the lustrous glint in his eyes. He pulled his fingers out abruptly. âSuck my cock.âÂ
Suck his what?Â
You looked down and saw him leaking at the tip. You clenched your legs, unsure. He wanted you to take that into your mouth?
You licked your lips, managing to kneel while he stood before you. He took hold of himself, rubbing the tip against your lips. You instinctively flicked your tongue out to taste him, causing him to flinch. âSorryââ
âDonât apologize.â He seemed to enjoy it. âJust take it in your mouth.â
You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his hot, veiny length. You opened your jaw as wide as you could and slowly took him in. His head fell back, and he engulfed your face with his palms. Your performance was mediocre, and yet he was entertained.
His tip pressed against the back of your throat, making you pull back to cough. He laughed softly, brushing your cheek with his hand.
âCome on, baby. You need to get used to it.â
âIâve never done this before,â you replied, your voice shaky as you reached for him again.
âStick your tongue out.â
You took a deep breath and extended your tongue. He rested the head of his cock on it and started to move his hips slowly.
Slowly, you took him in, feeling his satisfaction as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. He tasted warm and a little salty, and you found your hand wandering between your legs, seeking some relief.
âIâm going to pick up the pace, alright, baby?â
You nodded in response.
âDonât be embarrassed if you choke,â he said, hooking a stray lock behind your ear. âItâll just make me come faster.â
With that, he thrust deeper, and you gripped his hips tightly, struggling to catch your breath. He noticed and pulled back slightly to give you a moment, but it was brief before he pushed back in again. âYouâre taking me so well, baby. Fuck.â His movements became more feverish, and you felt the pressure building as you choked and gagged, saliva escaping at the corners of your mouth. âFuck, Iâm gonna come. Iâm gonna come down your throat.âÂ
You tapped his leg, shaking your head.
âNo?â He smirked. âYou donât want me to come down your throat?â
You shook your head again and pointed between your legs.
In an instant, Sukuna pulled out. He flipped you onto your chest, lifting your ass up in the air. Without a second thought, he thrust himself deep inside you, and you cried out his name into the pillow.
He felt so full, so thick, pushing into you with a force that made your breath hitch. It was everything you neededâso good, so fucking good. âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned. He filled you completely, driving into you with a fast rhythm that left you moaning, completely lost in the pleasure.
Your nails clawed at the sheets as his thick tip pressed against your womb, punctuated by the stinging slaps of his hands against your ass. He showered you with a blend of sweet and dirty wordsââgood fucking girl,â âcock slut,â âso perfect and tight,â âlittle whoreââand you pushed back, needing him deeper and deeper.
Sukuna released a torrent of warm cum inside you, still driving his hips against you, holding you securely by the waist. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through you, and he pulled out, flipping you onto your back. He bent your knees, driving himself back inside without hesitation. How was he still so hard?
Your hands cupped his flushed, beautiful face, a lazy smile stretching across both your lips. Sukuna leaned in, kissing you deeply before trailing his lips down to your neck while his hand found its way to your breast. âIâm not on birth control anymore, you know?â
âGood.â He pulled back to meet your gaze. âAnd donât even think about getting back on it.â
âBut we canât afford the risk, Sukuââ
âI love you,â he said, his grip firm on your jaw. Everything inside you exploded. âI love you, baby. I love you so fucking much that Iâll take every fucking risk.â
You moaned softly as he came again, your trembling fingers brushing against his lips. âI love you, too.â He kissed your fingertips, a promise in every touch. âIâll take every risk with you.â
âFuck yeah you will.â He didnât pull out, his eyes locked on yours. âStarting with putting a baby in you.â
You happily accepted your fate.
Sukuna pulled the trigger, shooting another police officer in the back of his head. The sound of the gunfire mixed with the blaring sirens, echoing through the flickering lights of the corridorsâa devious melody composed just for him. He chuckled low, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a grin as another officer lunged out, attempting to stop himâpathetic. A single shot rang out, and the man crumpled like paper.
The path to Satoruâs office was a long one, and the bodies he left sprawled out in his wake were only a brief distraction from the task at hand. He had things to do today, after all.
Another officer stumbled into view, eyes wide, panic evident. He didnât stand a chance. Sukuna barely glanced at him as he fired, stepping over the man as he slumped against the wall. Blood splattered his shoes, but it was hardly the worst stain on his day.
You were going to be pissed. He could practically hear the biting tone, the disappointed scowl thatâd meet him the moment he finally made it to Maiâs first birthday party. Sukuna scoffed as he shot a bullet straight through a door that dared open near him, knocking down yet another obstacle.
But this was necessary. He needed to do this.
Free Toji. Kill Gojo. And then, eventually, deal with his meddling nephew. Everything would finally align, and maybeâjust maybeâhe could stop all this. For you. For your daughter. Â
Satoruâs office was close now. He could smell the antiseptic scent of the door, the false air of authority that seemed to reek from it. He cocked his gun, steeling himself. Because when he was done hereâwhen heâd finally finished what heâd startedâheâd make it up to you.
Or so he told himself, as another officer charged and met the floor with a hole in his skull.
Sukuna didnât bother with the doorknob. He slammed his boot into the door, sending it splintering inward with a loud crack. The office was stripped bare; Satoruâs usual pile of clutter, the irritating stench of his cologneâgone. Only the dust of where things once sat remained on the shelves and desk.
The bastard had fled.
Sukunaâs jaw clenched as he surveyed the room. Gojo knew he was coming and had bolted like a coward hours ago. He pulled his lighter from his pocket, flipping it open with a flick of his thumb, the small flame dancing aglow. Without a second thought, he stepped to the heavy, pretentious curtains Gojo insisted on, pressing the flame to the thick fabric. It caught quickly, embers licking up and curling black around the edges as the fire took hold, consuming Satoruâs last pathetic hold on this place.
He turned and walked out, ignoring the smoke that was already billowing into the hall. The prison alarm was still blaring, red lights flashing down the cold corridors as he made his way to the cells. Every so often, heâd pause, assessing the prisoner cowering behind bars. Rapists, pedophiles, molesters, abusers, killers of innocent livesâhe moved on from them. But when he found those who didnât quite repulse him, he took a single shot at their lock, releasing them in a stream of confused, wary freedom.
As he approached the far end of the corridor, a familiar sight greeted himâhis old cell. And standing behind those hard, metal bars, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, was Toji.
âDidnât think youâd come back to this hellhole,â Toji remarked.Â
âNot for long,â Sukuna replied, levelling his gun at the lock. He fired once, the lock shattering as the cell door swung open.Â
Toji stepped out of his cell, took one look around, then paused. âHold up.â
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, watching as the man crouched beside a loose brick in the wall. With a wry smile, he pulled out an old, scratched-up plastic bottle with a wriggling, sickly-looking worm inside. He tapped the side of the bottle, making the creature twist and writhe. âAlmost forgot my little friend here.â
Sukuna barked a short laugh. âYouâre out of your damn mind.â
Alarms blared louder as they navigated the winding corridors and ran past prisoners surging toward freedom. Some guards tried to block the path, but they were quickly swept aside by Sukunaâs bullets and Tojiâs fists. By the time they hit the outer gates, the entire prison was pandemonium, prisoners scattering into the open like ants from a burning nest.
Outside, a sleek, black car idled just past the gate. Uraume sat coolly behind the wheel, watching the stampede of convicts with bored detachment. As they approached, Uraume rolled down the window, glancing at them with their nose slightly crinkled.
âI could smell you two from a mile away,â they said dryly, eyes flicking to the stains of blood on their clothes. âMaybe next time, schedule a prison massacre that doesnât fall on your daughterâs birthday?â
âJust drive,â Sukuna replied, sliding into the backseat with Toji following. Toji glanced at Uraume with a quick nod, still keeping a light hold on his bottle, the worm twisting inside.
âWelcome back to the real world, Fushiguro,â they said, starting the car as they drove off into the night.
The road stretched long and dark, winding into the depths of a thick forest. The further they drove, the thicker the trees became, their branches curving overhead to cast everything in shadows. The road narrowed into a rugged trail, overgrown and wild. Uraume navigated it deftly, until at last, the forest opened up, and they could see the soft glimmer of moonlight on the water beyond.
Perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean stood their safe houseâa dark brick estate against the endless stretch of water. Waves crashed against the rocks far below, the scent of salt and sea heavy in the air.
Sukuna looked at the house, then at Tojiâs surprised face.
âThis is where youâve been hiding for the two years?â he asked as soon as they were out of the car.Â
âNot for long if I fuck this up.â Sukuna slipped in through the garage, keeping his steps light. He had just one goal at this moment: reach the shower before you spotted the blood streaked on his clothes and the smell of gunpowder clinging to him.Â
But as he shut the door, there you were, arms crossed, eyes sharp as they landed on him.
âSukuna,â you started, an edge in your tone that he recognized all too well. âDo you have any idea what day it is? Look at you; you're a mess!â You gestured at the dark stains on his shirt and his unmistakable smirk.
Instead of trying to dodge the lecture, he listened, that faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched you, soaking in each scolding word. You were the one person who never held back with him, and it made something dangerous in him soften, something in him settle. âI know, baby,â he replied, pecking your cheek. âBut Iâm here now, arenât I?â
âBarely,â you replied, sighing, though you couldnât quite hide the relief in your voice. You glanced over his shoulder. âToji, Uraumeâitâs good to see you both.â
Uraume gave a slight bow, a wry smile still tugging at their lips, while Toji just gave you a quick nod.
You waved a hand, turning back to the kitchen. âBoth of you boysâshower, now. I wonât have the two of you smelling like a prison while Iâm trying to decorate my daughterâs cake. Go on!â
Toji gave Sukuna a knowing look and shrugged, as if to say, Sheâs right. Sukuna shot him a warning look, then followed up the stairs, chuckling under his breath as he imagined how youâd cornered him like this.Â
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, cleaned up, feeling far lighter as he tugged on a fresh shirt and came downstairs, catching the scent of the dinner youâd prepared.Â
He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide the small smile that melted your anger as he pulled you close.
âGojo got away,â he murmured. âHe knew I was coming, and he ran like the coward he is. But Iâll find him. And Iâll make him pay for what he did to you. I swear it.â
You paused, looking up into his eyes, your hand settling on his cheek. âI know you will, Sukuna. But donât miss the important things here. Weâre whatâs important now, not just revenge.â
The words took root in him, grounding him, but that flicker of rage still danced in his eyes. He pulled you close, pressing his forehead to yours. âIâll never let him touch us again. I promise you that.âÂ
Just as you leaned in for another kiss, Sukuna heard the faint sound of your daughter stirring awake from her nap on the living room floor. Maiâs soft little whimpers broke the roomâs quiet. Instinctively, he abandoned your kiss, his attention snapping to her as he practically floated over to where she was squirming in her pink dress, rubbing her tiny fists over her eyes.
âThereâs my girl,â he murmured, scooping her up with all the gentleness he could muster. Her sleepy eyes blinked open, and he was rewarded with that toothy little grin sheâd recently mastered, one that brought an uncharacteristic softness to his entire face. He pressed a cascade of kisses on her cheeks, nose, foreheadâanywhere he could reach. âLook at you, sweetheart. All dressed up for your birthday, huh? The prettiest girl in the world.â
You laughed softly from the kitchen, watching as Sukuna held her close, stepping into an impromptu waltz around the living room, his steps surprisingly skilled. She squealed in delight, her small hands reaching up to his face as he spun her around. Even Toji, who had just come down from the shower, stopped in his tracks at the sight, a rare, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
Sukuna glanced up, catching Tojiâs presence, and with a proud smirk said, âToji, meet my daughter, Mai. Sheâs already got more spirit than most of the people you and I have met.â
Toji stepped forward, studying your daughter. He reached out a hand, and she looked at him with wide eyes, inspecting him with her natural, innocent curiosity. âShe looks like trouble. Must take after her old man.âÂ
âHer mother, mostly,â Sukuna said in your direction, bouncing her lightly. âSheâs going to have a whole world to handle, with us around.â
In the background, Uraume was setting the table, their usual precision in each movement. They threw Sukuna a blank look, brushing off their hands. âNow that the tableâs set, if youâd all just take your seats, maybe we can have a peaceful birthday dinner without the talk of blood and violence for once.â
Sukuna chuckled, shooting them a dry look before turning back to his daughter. Holding Mai close, he took a seat at the head of the table with you beside him. He looked around, taking in the sightâthe cake youâd just set down, the quiet chatter as Uraume and Toji exchanged comments, and his daughter babbling in his lap, still pawing at his face with sticky fingers.
For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt peace.Â
The âHappy Birthdayâ song had been sung, candles blown out, cake shared, and Toji had crashed in the guest room, completely knocked out. Uraume, too, was resting in another room, finally allowing herself a few hours of sleep.
In your bed, the soft rise and fall of your daughterâs tiny breaths filled the space between you and Sukuna. She slept peacefully between you both, tiny fingers curled into fists as she dreamed. But you and Sukuna were both wide awake, eyes locked on each other in the moonlight. His hand drifted up, fingertips brushing your cheek.Â
âDo you remember my first letter?â you asked.
A smirk began at his lips. âYou mean the diary entry about the cockroaches in your kitchen and how you thought seducing your landlord was a better solution than paying rent?â
You laughed, covering your mouth to keep quiet, not wanting to wake your baby. He loved that laughâthe way it sounded like music only he got to hear.
âOr how no one with one functioning eye could ever be taken seriously romantically,â he added. âDebunked, by the way.â
Your laugh softened, and you looked at him with a smile that held a thousand memories. âDo you remember the last thing I wrote?â
âThe part about Satanism?â
You laughed again, the sound bubbling up and melting into the dark. And as he listened, he couldnât help but chuckle alongside, his thumb tracing along your cheek, taking in the moment like he was trying to memorise it.
You took a breath, glancing down before meeting his eyes again. âI said I was lonely as hell, remember?â Sadness wove into your words. âAnd . . . I was. Back then, I thought no one could ever really understand me. Until you did.â
Sukuna shook his head. âYou were never meant to be alone, baby,â he murmured. âNot then, not ever. Not while Iâm here.â
You swallowed, heart catching as you looked at the life youâd built, the fragile happiness that now lay nestled between you both. âIâm just . . . scared sometimes,â you admitted. âIâm scared of losing this. Of losing you. I donât know if I could protect what we have.â
âWeâll protect it together,â Sukuna affirmed. âNothing will take this from us. Not while Iâm still breathing.â He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was deep, reassuring, exactly like the one heâd give you when youâd sealed your vows. When he pulled back, you met his eyes, a soft smile tugging at your mouth.Â
âI love you, Sukuna,â you whispered, fingers brushing his sharp jaw. âGenuinely, your wife.â
He took them and gave a kiss to the tips. âAnd I love you most, baby. Genuinely, your husband.âÂ
Moments later, your eyes drifted shut, your breathing evening out as you finally slipped into sleep. But Sukuna stayed awake, his gaze never leaving you, or your daughter.Â
This was the family heâd fought and bled for, the life heâd killed to create. And yet, an unsettling undercurrent of unfinished business tugged at his nerves. But tonight, he forced it away, just for a while.Â
For now, there was no room for anything but the second chance heâd been given.
Genuinely, by you.
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snippet: "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. pairing: park jongseong x female reader genre: smut au: music producer jay, established relationship rating: explicit/18+, minors dni word count: 9.7k warnings: thunder and lightning storms, cigarette smoking sexual warnings: early morning sex, unprotected sex, lots of moaning, y/n tries to be a brat but jay aint having it, forced orgasm, oral (female and male receiving), jay almost lets y/n dom but then quickly changes his mind, spitting/mentions of drool, fingering, biting, marking, light bruising (from fingernails and biting), choking, language, some light foot worship, jay just really needs y/n to moan the way she did earlier so he can use it for his track, voice recording, brief use of sex toys i.e: restraints and vibrator, begging, whimpering, overstimulation, dirty talk, cigarette use, uhh jay uses the ashes from his cigarette on y/nâs nipples as a stimulant..., thereâs some real good aftercare in there too so donât worry, theyâre like...grossly in love
The sound of the rain pitter pattering against the window is what initially draws you from your slumber. It falls rhythmically in a way that would normally lull you back to sleep, but the loud, harsh, fast contact of the water against the glass is almost flinch worthy. It isnât an ordinary skylight window above a bed. The bedroom walls are slanted invertedly so that when youâre lying on the bed and look up, the window is slanted right above you. You watch as the raindrops hit the window and slowly slide down.
Yawning, you stretch out your arms and feel your muscles tighten before relaxing and you sigh softly with pleasure. You rub your eyes with your fists, blinking quickly as the moonlight escapes past the clouds barrier and cascades across your face causing you to squint annoyedly. Jay loves leaving the specially built blinds up at night, something you had to grow accustomed to after some time living together. Night after night watching him gaze wistfully towards the moon, it became your favorite part of your nightly routine. Watching that look of childish wonder gloss over your boyfriendâs eyes...thereâs just nothing like it.
Tonight, the sky isnât so peaceful. Lightning angrily streaks across the sky making you jump and clutch the flannel sheets to your chest.
"It wake you up too?"
You gasp, a sharp intake of breath causes your voice to squeak.
"You scared me, Jay!" You slap your boyfriend's shoulder lightly with the palm of your hand. He chuckles and rolls onto his side to face you, black hair swooping down over his forehead, just above his very awake looking eyes.
"Sorry. The thunder woke me up a little while ago. I was waiting for it to get you next." The edges of his eyes pinch together as he smirks, his voice sounding more sultry than playful. You shake your head trying to distract yourself from leading your mind down that alley. But it's hard when he looks that good and especially since you just had a dream about his-
"So. Now that we're both up..." he whispers and runs his pointer finger down your arm from your shoulder to your fingertips. "What should we do?" His big innocent eyes are all a ploy, you know that for sure. His pupils are blown out and his breathing is uneven. He knows exactly what he wants to do...and you're not sure if you're against it.
"How about..." you start slowly. You run your hand up his naked chest, feeling his muscles flex under your palm. He sighs and closes his eyes, completely enjoying the feeling of your hand rubbing against his bare skin. His sleep swollen lips part open and you can hear his breaths coming out sharp and quick, his heart rate rising quickly. You guide your hand down his chest and over his abdomen which makes him take in a sharp breath between his teeth. Jay's eyes remain closed so it's easier to marvel over the way his bottom lip starts to quiver, or the way the moonlight cascades shadows off his eyelashes, or the way his cock becomes more and more visible as it hardens under the sheets.
"How about we go back to sleep!" You say excitedly and remove your hand from your boyfriend's body. You throw your head back into your pillow and quickly close your eyes, pretending to instantly fall back asleep. If only it was that easy, right?
"I think we both know there's no point in sleeping now," Jay says, a low growl vibrating deep in his throat. He grasps the sheets in his hand and with one quick motion he throws them off your bodies and onto the floor. Cold air coats your skin and you tuck your knees up to your chest to try to keep in the warmth.
"Oh. Don't worry." Jay grabs your shoulders and turns you on your back, grasping your knees and opening up your legs so that he could kneel between them. "I'll warm you up real quick."
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, your stomach on fire with anticipation of what's to come. A streak of bright lightning flashes outside once more, followed by a loud clap of thunder over your heads. Jay moves his hand from your shoulder and rubs his palms up and down your thighs- the warmth of his skin makes you sigh and your shoulders relax further into the bed as his hands get further and further up your leg. He gets closer and closer to the edge of your pajama shorts, each time his hands move up and down your legs you're annoyingly aware of the nearness. Like a magnet, your hips move downward to shift your body closer to him, trying so desperately to close that distance. All you want is for him to reach his long fingers underneath your shorts and relieve all of the tension building up at your clit.
"You still with me?" His voice is sultry, almost grainy. He leans back against his heels, now even further away from your heat. But that doesn't stop his roaming hands. Jay's thumb rubs against your talus and moves down to the arch of your foot. At first you flinch from the contact, his fingers tickling your skin. But you relax as he continues to massage your feet, total bliss overtaking your body.
"Sorry," you sigh out. "Feels so good."
Jay smiles, the hunger gone from his eyes for a moment and in their place is the look of a caretaker wanting to bring comfort. He longingly looks at your foot as he continues to massage it and as you look at him you can see clearly how much he loves you. With every soft and delicate touch down to the way he treats every inch of your body as if it were a prized gem.
But then the hunger returns and he moves away from your feet, crawling up towards your face until his lips are mere centimeters away from yours. The heat from his breath makes you hold in your own breathing, your lips parting, desperately wanting for him to kiss you.
This small action does not go unnoticed and Jay prides himself in his ability to have you wrapped around his beautifully long fingers. "Is there something you want?" His lips barely brush over the tops of your own with his annunciation of 'you want'. Shivers run down your spine and your eyes flutter closed, tilting your chin up towards him and elongating your neck. Jay lets his eyes roam over your body, licking his lips as he focuses on the spot of your neck that he knows is extra sensitive.
"What do you want?" His voice is so soft, far beyond a whisper or even a murmur and it completely contrasts against the ever nearing booming of thunder. There's a hidden softness behind his eyes as he peels them away from your body to look into your own. His bangs are falling over his eyes again and you take your hand to sweep them away. Instead of resting your hand back at your side, you cup his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.
Sighing, you can only manage to get out one word in response, "You."
Both of your lips pull together with a force stronger than magnets. There's a faint remnant of smoke hidden behind his breath that's so addicting you can't help but deepen the kiss further. Tongues swirl together and it feels like you've slipped into a dream. One of his hands cradles the small of your back while the other one weaves fingers into your hair. A light tug on your scalp makes you moan into Jay's mouth and he replies hungrily by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently yet hard enough to make your head lean forward so that your shoulders lift off the bed.
Jay pulls your body forward more, the hand on the small of your back raising you up until you're both sitting facing one another. His chest feels warm to the touch despite the chill that lingers in the room. You don't blame him though. Your body also feels like it's radiating more heat than normal. With each kiss adds a whole other degree to the body temperature between the two of you. And you just can't get enough.Â
"Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. This man is so confident it's almost unsettling. But you know he knows how much you love watching him undress. And it wouldn't be Jay if he wasn't teasing you in some way.
The band of his boxers dips below his hips, exposing his deep muscle lines. The bulge of his cock is so prominent it's making your mouth water and legs twitch with anticipation. Finally, he pulls them all the way down and releases his hardened cock from its cotton cage. He looks harder than normal, the redness of his skin a whole new shade of red than before. A large vein pulses at you, encouraging you to get closer and indulge in all the pleasures it offers you.
When Jay's hand grasps his shaft and strokes lazily, that's when your mind starts to feel hazy. Your mouth starts to salivate and that burning need between your legs is growing so intensely if you don't act on it soon you just might combust right here in this very spot.
You crawl towards your boyfriend slowly, watching him leisurely pump his cock in a way a cat would watch a mouse eat. Batting his hand away, you take his thickness in both of your hands, feeling the warm blood pump through his veins. Jay winces as you grip him a little tightly, the tip of his cock nearly throbbing in your hands from the pressure. You lean over him and open your mouth slightly, allowing a bead of drool to drop down and run down the side of his shaft.
"Fuck." Jay leans his head back against the headboard and moans.
"I'm so hungry for you," you purr and flatten your tongue against the side of his cock and lick one long stripe up to the tip, swirling your tongue around it before sliding your tongue back down again. Jay moans underneath you, muscles already shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"Do you want me to suck you off or ride you?" You continue to use your tongue to play with him, licking down to the base of his cock before leaving little love bites at the base of his stomach and along his hip bones. Using one of your hands, you reach upward and apply pressure as your hand climbs up his stomach muscles, feeling every curve against your palm until you get to his chest and repeat the motion downward. Another moan leaves his beautiful lips and you can't help but smirk as you realize you could do this all day. Watching him melt in your hands and seeing him mentally debate with himself was a power surge unlike any other.
âRi-ride me. I want you to ride me.â The words barely come out audible. His eyes are wide as he blinks rapidly, trying his best to stay present, his jaw and neck muscles bulging. Heâs so close to the edge you think about ignoring his request. If you just suck him off all the way through, there would be punishment. No doubt about that. As appealing as being punished by your super sexy boyfriend might be, you decide to abide by his request and position yourself over him, your entrance hovering over his weeping cock.
âNo more teasing.â The pleading tone is gone from his voice. Instead, itâs commanding and authoritative.
But you choose to ignore that once again.
âCan you even last?â You stick your tongue out playfully, gently biting down as you smirk. Your hands roam over his chest and lightly graze his nipples, a small act that normally drives him insane and right now you can see the clear focus in his eyes. You picked the wrong night to try to be playful.
âFuck it. You wanna play games? I can play games.â In one sweeping motion, Jay has you on your back, his body hovering over yours. His hand is back on the small of your back, his fingertips gently kneading the muscles of your flesh before he digs his nails in, leaving a trail of scratch marks down your spine.
He tilts his head to the side as he looks into your eyes, pausing to think about something that thrills you to your bones. Youâve never been with a more imaginative partner before and although sometimes his ideas seem scary at first, you trust him completely.
âOh,â he says simply. âYou thinking about something interesting?â
âIâm thinking about all the ways I want you to fuck me.â
âOof. What a foul mouth you have. Such vulgar words coming out of those pretty lips of yours. Iâd fill it if I wasnât so inclined to fuck that pussy of yours.â
You hitch in a breath, that tingling sensation spurring back to life deep within your core.
As if reading the thoughts of your body, he moves one hand slowly down your midsection, pausing right above your pelvic area. You want to rub your thighs together, hell, you want to touch yourself- no screw that, you need him to fuck you right here and right now. A floodgate of desire opens up within you and you need his cock inside of you. Now.
âJay please, please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.â It came out whinier than you initially intended, but nowâs not the time to dwell on oneâs tone.
Completely and utterly satisfied with his victory, Jay lines his cock up with your entrance, the tip of his head brushing past your folds and picking up the slick coming out of you. Moaning with the contact, as little as it may be, you try to scoot down further to feel him against your clit. But he holds your hips down firmly in place. Youâre not going anywhere unless he wants you to move.
Jay pauses and turns around, grabbing your pillow. You push on your feet, lifting your ass off the bed so that he can rest the pillow underneath there. Now, slightly elevated, he has a better angle and a straight accessway to your g-spot.
Leaning forward, Jay lightly wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing lightly. Your eyes flutter backwards, already at risk of coming undone from the buildup alone. His pointer finger is pressing right where the sensitive spot on your neck is underneath your ear and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from moaning like a sick person.
The head of his cock teases your entrance once more, getting closer and closer until literally just the tip goes inside before he abruptly pulls back out.
âPlease. No more teasing.â You beg, wiggling your shoulders as you pout.
âNot so funny now that youâre on the other end, huh?â Jay lowly chuckles and thatâs when he thrusts his hips forward, his cock sliding right into you.
âOh!â You yell as the tip brushes against your g-spot instantly. Your gasp gets caught in your throat because of his hand around your neck and you nearly swallow your own words. The restricted airways has your head feeling lighter than normal and it gives you a new high thatâs impossible to feel if he would have done this without his hand squeezing your neck. Your walls contract instinctually around him, desperately trying to adjust to his length and girth. The light tug feels so satisfying and you grip his forearms tightly, fingernails leaving small half-moon shaped marks in his skin.
âUgh, youâre so wet and still so tight,â Jay whines and slowly moves his hips back and forth, not enough to remove the head of his cock from you, but enough to brush against your bundle of nerves over and over and over again. He releases his hand from your neck and moves it down on the bed to support himself as he quickens his pace.Â
Arching your back already, you shut your eyes tightly as you try to keep yourself from coming too soon.
Not quite sure if itâs the angle, the day, or the way heâs rhythmically moving his hips, but this all feels too good. Even more so than sex with Jay usually is. The way he's pounding you into the mattress has your body contorting in what should be inhuman ways. Your arms bend as you grip the sheets above your head, your back arches in a possessed like manner as Jay continues to use his cock to send you over the edge. Sex has never felt this good before. He has never made you feel this good before. Your body is shaking- no, vibrating as you feel that white heat getting closer and closer. Your breath hitches in your throat before you let out the most pornarific moan you've ever heard in your life. Upon hearing you, Jay stutters inside you, his orgasm hitting him harder than he expected. You're still coming down from your own high, the dark spots in the corners of your vision are finally disappearing.
"Holy fuck," Jay pants as he slowly removes himself from you. âYouâve never made that sound before.â Heâs sitting back on his heels once more, staring at you with a look of wonder. Thereâs a spark in his eyes, one that you recognize, and you stifle a laugh knowing whatâs about to come next.
âInspired?â You smile.
âImmensely,â he delights. His fingers start to tap rhythmically against his thighs as he looks over to his music equipment in the corner of the room. In the most innocent and inoffensive way, heâs long forgotten you as his creative mind kicks into overdrive.
âGo.â You yawn. âIâm gonna go back to sleep.â
Jay leans down and gives you a quick kiss on your temple, leaving the bed to quickly pull on his sweatpants and seating himself in his chair, firing up his computer and putting on his headphones.
Your eyes droop slower and slower, getting heavier each time you blink. The last thing you see before sleep takes you is your boyfriend leaning forward in his chair, back muscles rippling as he lights a cigarette, the smoke swirling up towards the ceiling as he exhales, dancing through the fringe of his bangs as it ascends.
âUgh!â
Your eyes shoot open, sleep being yanked away from you by a loud bang and the yell from Jay. Sitting up, you see your boyfriendâs fists clenched tightly, resting on either side of his keyboard. His face is red, the vein on his temple starting to bulge and his shoulders are hunched so far that his shoulders are almost touching his ears.
âJay? Whatâs wrong?â You rub your fists into your eyes, trying to keep the grumpiness of being abruptly woken up at bay.
âOh, baby. Iâm so sorry I didnât mean to wake you up.â He slides his headphones off his ears so that theyâre sitting at the base of his neck. The ends of his hair is coated with sweat, the tips of his ears red from the headphones being on for too long. Pivoting his chair towards you, you can see the stress lines on his forehead and the strain in his eyes. Thereâs a nearly finished cigarette tucked between his fingers at the knuckles and a few finished ones lying in the ashtray by his keyboard. He huffs on the one in his hand quickly before putting it out in said ashtray and then climbs onto the bed to sit across from you, his knees touching yours.
"I've been working on this track for the past three hours now. I just can't get the pitch right." He shakes his head in defeat, a long sigh leaving his lips as he does so.
"This happens all the time, but itâs okay. You always get it in the end." You try to sound encouraging but instead your voice comes off dull and uninterested.
Jay's mouth pulls to the right side of his face, making the lines by his cheeks and dimple deepen. "This one is different. I'm already starting to forget how you sounded."
Baffled, you tilt your head to the side and nervously laugh. "Me? I thought I dreamt that!"
"Yes you! I've never heard anything more...more...more," he snaps his fingers as he tries to think of the right word, "more exhilarating! It was dramatic. It was sexy, inspiring even. It was a sound that could tell anyone what you're feeling. It's pure bliss." His fingers absentmindedly make their way to the divot on the inside of your knee, rubbing slow deep circles into your skin. On a regular day, the touch would barely be noticed. Right now, on the other hand, his touch ignites a fire in your blood, raising your body temperature to a whole new degree. It's suddenly hard to swallow and you're very, very aware that you are watching as his lips form words as he speaks, barely comprehending said words at all. The way his jaw moves and the way his mouth molds around each syllable and seeing flashes of his tongue gently touch the rooftop of his mouth.
"Y/N? You fall asleep with your eyes open again?"
You're brought back down to earth, blinking rapidly as you feel your boyfriend softly shake your shoulder.
"Sorry," you rub your eyes and suppress the urge to yawn, "I guess I'm still tired."
"Let me tuck you in." He goes to lay you back down and you gladly let him.
"Here," you mumble, lips barely moving and eyes already shut. You let the weight of your arm bounce against his side of the bed . "You should sleep too. Take a break. Work later."
He doesn't respond but his weight is still on the end of the bed. You can feel the dip and you just want him to lie down already.
"Jaaayyy," you whine, eyes still closed.
"I think," his pitch has changed, a low murmur making your eyes pop open wide immediately. You know that tone. You know it all too well and your body starts to overheat again, "I want to do something else."
Slowly lifting your head, you intend to look into his eyes, but you're very quickly misguided as you watch your boyfriend slowly pumping at his cock, quickly making himself go from semi hard to fully hard in mere seconds. His blue boxers rest below his hip bones, giving yourself a full display on the thing that is going to wreck you into the next dimension momentarily.
"O-oh." You sit there frozen, unsure of what to do next.
"I know I just fucked you but honestly? I can do better." There's a devilish smirk painted onto that beautiful face of his and you've never been more excited to be a sinner.
You match his smirk and use your feet to kick the covers off the bed and before you're done with the action, he's on top of you. Lips that usually feather lightly across your body now hungrily nip and lick over your rib cage, around your hip bones below your stomach line, and over the swell of your collar bones. Each nip and pull makes you shiver beneath him, your hands tracing over the muscles on his back. Your legs come up and hug his hips, now trapping him in place. One of Jay's hands grabs a fistful of your yellow night shorts, tugging them to the side but not necessarily taking them off. His thumb digs into your hip bone while he kisses around your breasts. The closeness of his fingers to your core is driving your body absolutely mad. You're already so turned on and ready to be touched and you know that he knows that that's what you want.
And yetâŠ
His tongue delicately swirls your nipple and you hold your breath for a moment. The coolness of the air mixed in with his saliva makes you feel chills throughout your entire body. He flattens his tongue directly on the tip of your nipple as he squeezes the other breast with his hand and you quickly move your hands from his back and into his soft black hair. You grip tightly at his roots, already feeling your back start to arch as he continues to lick and lap at the hardening buds on your chest.
"Hmm...already?" He chuckles as he takes your nipple between his teeth.
"Hnng," You groan out and grip his hair tighter. Your breathing shallows and your body can't decide what it wants. You want him to rub your clit oh so badly but you don't want him to stop massaging your breasts. The way his tongue swirls around your nipple is almost too good. No one should be this talented with their mouth.
He moves to the side of your breasts and leaves love bites in an array of patterns on your skin.
"Why'd you stop?" You gasp and grip his shoulders. The love bites feel great, they definitely don't help the surge of arousal going straight down into your shorts, but you know you were close to coming and you've never come from nipple stimulation alone.
"You weren't moaning how I wanted you to. Ah- which...actually reminds me..." And just like that, his body is off of yours, taking the heat with him. Getting off the bed, Jay opens one of his desk drawers and removes a small microphone with a clip. You watch as he gathers the necessary chords, no ordinary recording device would do. He quickly attaches one end of the chords into his computer and fishes the rest of the line out as he walks back towards the bed. Still holding the hand sized device, he places his knees on either side of your hips, giving you a full view of his beautifully erected cock. You mentally note that he has definitely shaved recently, his skin looking so soft and kissable. The thought of kissing and sucking at the areas around the base of his cock makes your mouth water. While he busies himself with trying to find a way for the microphone to rest on top of the headboard without falling, you help yourself to a little taste of him.
The tip of his cock is salty with precum and you lick your lips quickly to lubricate them. Jay's hips instinctively flinch backwards, but once he looks down and sees what you're doing, all he does is smirk and continue to work on setting up the microphone.
You slowly insert the head of his cock onto the top of your tongue just inside your mouth. Exhaling, you let your warm breath fall across his shaft and small goosebumps appear at his midsection. Taking a long stripe from the base of his cock and back to the head, you avoid any chastising about teasing by promptly inserting him fully into your mouth, slowly and inch by inch allowing him to sink further and further back into your throat. You go until the tip of your nose and your lips touch his midsection, his length now fully submerged in your throat.
"Jesus you're not playing around tonight aren't you?"
You hum a response that makes his hips sputter, a stuttering groan leaving his lips quickly followed by a whispered âfuckâ.
Slowly moving your head back, you go until the tip is almost past your lips before moving back down his shaft. You keep up the slow pace, mostly to annoy him and also to insure that he doesn't come anytime soon.
His hands, without warning, are weaving through your hair as you swirl your tongue around his tip. He guides you, quickening your pace and he continues to hit the back of your throat over. And over. And over-
Jay pulls himself back and his cock is out of your mouth.
"You're a sneaky little devil. You almost had me." He wags his finger at your face, making small tsk tsk noises with his mouth as he recenters himself and pulls his boxers up, hiding his beautiful cock from view. "Now, where was I?" He leans back towards the microphone and turns it on, a bright red light blinking up on the side. Adjusting the angle one last time, he's finally happy with his setup.
"Do you know what this is for?" He points to it and gets off the bed. Humoring him, you shake your head no.
"I need you to make that sound you made earlier. Do you understand? I don't want it. I need it."
Worriedly, you realize he's heading towards the closet and fear and excitement root into your chest as you watch him bend down to the last drawer of the dresser and take out a shoe box.
Sauntering back to the bed, he carelessly throws the shoe box onto the bed and some of its contents fall out. A bright blue vibrator as long as your forearm is the first you see followed up by light gray fuzzy handcuffs. There's more in the box, at least half a dozen other toys that Jay only likes to break out when he feels like you need to be punished, or if he needs a specific reaction from your body.
Right now, you're thinking it might be both options.
Jay picks up the handcuffs and looks them over in his hands. He's acting as if he's never used them on you before and that in itself is thrilling because now, you don't know what's going to happen next.
Pulling out three more pairs from the box, he wordlessly cuffs your wrists and ankles to the bedposts while you willingly, and wordlessly, allow him.
Still without words, he moves back to the bed. That's when you notice how steady his breathing is. And although appearing to be calm under a heated situation, his cock continues to throb and twitch, the head surely getting redder and angrier by the second underneath his boxers.
His hands are moving down your body, feeling every curve, reading every detail in your skin as if he were reading braille. Fingers dip inside your waistband, hooking around the material before sliding them down your legs, annoyedly realizing that he should have removed them before cuffing you to the bed. Without blinking, he grasps the material between his hands and tears the fabric as if it were nothing more than a single sheet of paper. The anticipation of his touch is driving you crazy and you're never going to get over the fact that your boyfriend has now literally torn your clothes off your body in order to get you naked.
"Please, babe," you pull at your restraints, the fuzzy padding protecting your wrists from any real harm and you try your best to spread your legs out further for him, "touch me."
Unresponsive, Jay eyes your core, looking at it in a way a man starved looks at a loaf of bread. His hands are on your thighs now, deeply kneading your muscles with his fingertips. His thumbs graze over bruises from previous escapades and it feels borderline euphoric.
"Touch me." You repeat and watch angrily as he remains unresponsive. His hands dip lower, over your knees and down to your shins. Desperation bubbles up from within the pits of your belly and rises until you feel it fester in your throat until you can't keep it down any longer.
"Touch me!" You yell and not so gently nudge his side with your leg. Finally, he looks up at your face and chuckles under his breath.
"So needy," he says with disappointment, but a smile paints softly across his face. "So ungrateful and so spoiled."
Jay's hands move quickly, fingers suddenly grip tightly at your hips as he raises up your lower half until it's level with his face. You bite on your bottom lip to keep yourself from yelping as his fingernails scratch into your skin before moving to support your weight by cupping your ass. You can feel his hot breath hovering over your clit, making you feel just how truly wet you are. Jay gulps down hard, looking as if being presented with a grand holiday meal.
"You're glistening, baby," he groans, proceeding to attach his lips onto your clit. The moment his tongue makes contact with your slickness, you inhale quickly. Finally, finally some contact.
He swirls his tongue slowly around your clit, no longer making direct contact. Gathering as much juices as he can, he spits it back out onto your clit. Warm mixes with cold and you sit up quickly only to be pushed back down by your boyfriend's strong hands. He keeps his hand on your chest right below your collarbone as he uses his other hand to wipe your juices and his spit around your clit.
It's so wet you almost miss the feeling of his bare hands.
"So, so messy." He tsks at you and continues his movements. "What am I going to do with you, Y/n? Hmm?"
You stay silent at the sound of your name instead of his usual pet names for you. His piercing brown eyes stare deep within yours as he continues to stroke you.
"Do I let you come from my fingers? From my tongue? From my cock? What will make you make that pretty...pretty sound again?"
You whimper as he inserts a single finger into your hole, your vagina naturally clenching around the digit. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enough.
Jay chuckles and you know he's finding humor in the way he has you wrapped around his finger...well...quite literally. He knows how weak you are when it comes to him, knows you'll do anything for him and knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.
"Are you going to be a good girl and make that pretty sound again? Hm? For me?" He inserts another finger and slowly curls them inside you, beckoning you towards him and touching that spongey bundle of nerves that sends you straight into the heavens.
"I'll try!" You cry out, wishing that he would apply more pressure inside of you so that you can finally release the orgasm that has been building up bigger and bigger. Youâre honestly not sure if you can make the same moaning sound that heâs referring to because, quite honestly, you have no idea what you sounded like in the first place.
Jay pushes down your hips that you weren't aware you had raised upward. He keeps his free hand there while he quickens his pace with the other. The beautiful and sinful acts that his fingers can do to your body are coming into effect as you start to shake beneath him. Your breathing is more ragged than ever and you pull as hard as you can at your restraints without caring if it'll hurt you later. The coil deep within your body starts getting tighter and tighter, readying itself to break and unfurl.
You open your mouth to let out a deep, long moan but right as the sound erupts out of your mouth and into existence, Jay pulls his fingers out of you and sits back, completely untouching you.
Your orgasm disappears in a snap and you groan out angrily.
âOkay what the fuck,â you sound angrier than you intended.Â
âCanât let you come like that. Itâs too easy.â He looks at the bed and pushes past some of the toys until he finds one that breaks out that devilishly handsome smile that you love oh so much.
In his hand heâs holding a simple, small, white vibrator.
Now, vibrators arenât your favorite and heâs well aware of this. You come too quickly and arenât able to savor that sweet build up feeling of fire within your lower half, that numbness that overtakes the tips of your toes and makes you want to kick them straight into a wall. The fact that he picked this out of the box of other torturing devices means that he plans on making you come. A lot. And in a short period of time.
Upon realizing his intention you think about pleading with him to use something else, anything else. The tiredness behind your eyes creeps up slower than the night, but it does not slow its pace. You want to come. You want to make him come. And then you want to sleep wrapped up tightly in your boyfriendâs arms.
Jay turns the vibrator on and watches as it purrs to life in his hands. He strokes the length of it as if it were the back of a cat. Now, looking at you, he grins, showing his pearly white teeth and another wave of arousal washes over you. Power exuberates from every inch of his body as he saunters back over to you. A bead of sweat forms at your temple and slowly slides down past your cheekbone. It tickles and makes you shiver, but you don't take your eyes off Jay.
"Are you ready?" he says softly upon reaching the edge of the bed. Standing in between your legs, he waits for your response.
You sigh, "yes," and let the muscles in your legs relax.
Jay places the tip of the vibrator on your left thigh and you moan immediately at the touch, feeling the sensation creep up to your core. The vibrator stays in place for a few moments while Jay watches your expressions intently. His eyebrows are furrowed so deeply that they almost touch and his mouth is scrunched together and pushed to the side. This has become more than sexual pleasure.
This is a science experiment.
"How does it feel when I do this?" he queries and moves the vibrator slowly up your thigh and stops just before it touches your core.
"It feels...torturous." Your hips start to shake purely from lack of physical contact where you need it the most. You try to hold in your pouts, try to hold in your pleading, but if your clit goes any longer without getting relief you're going to lose your mind.
"Good." And then right as you're about to beg for him to touch you, the vibrator is thrust right on your clit with a strong unmoving pressure.
Your hips roll forward and you don't have time to think before you cry out and feel your orgasm come and go quicker than you can blink. The vibrations run deeply through your body and after waiting so long, you just couldn't hold on.
"Whoa. Record time." Jay smarts but keeps the vibrator on you.
As you come down it starts to feel uncomfortable. Overstimulation is not something you're able to have the patience or willpower for.
âYou can keep going,â Jay encourages and increases the speed on the vibrator. You whimper and look at him anxiously as your whole body begins to tremble.
âMoan for me, baby. Donât hide those pretty sounds from me.â
Theyâre not moans quite yet. It starts off as small gasps as your body desperately tries to adjust to the overstimulation, angry when it realizes it canât. Thatâs when the tears prick your eyes. You try to be tough and hold on but you feel another orgasm being forced from your body and you cry out in pleasured agony.
Jay removes the vibrator mid orgasm and your muscles immediately collapse into the bed. Panting harder than a dog on a hot summer day, you truly hope that that was the sound heâs looking for.
âHmmm...not quiteâŠâ
âPlease, Jay. Let me help you come. Forget about the sound. Let's get you off so we can go back to sleep.â Your throat feels hoarse as you talk from lack of water or the intense screams and moans, youâre not sure. Perhaps a mixture of all of it. Either way, youâre tired and you wish you could help him, but this project seems like a lost cause.
âRest for a second. I need to listen to something.â He moves quickly to his computer, putting his headphones on crooked and clicking away at the screen. Your body is too tired to watch what heâs doing.
A few moments pass before Jay stands up again and you notice a freshly lit cigarette in his hand.
âIâm sorry, Y/n. Iâll untie you-â Jay pauses mid step and mid sentence and stares at the cigarette in his hand, quickly looking to your naked body, and then back at the cigarette.
"What's wrong?" You strain your head to try to meet his gaze but he's off in another world. His lips move as he mumbles lowly to himself, words incomprehensible to you from this far away. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, he holds in the smoke as he observes the cancer stick before walking closer to you. Heâs sworn to quit so many times, but claims the nicotine helps him stay focused when he works on long projects. Itâs not a favorable habit, but you just cannot deny how sexy he looks while taking a long drag from a cigarette and letting the smoke swirl out of his pretty lips. It fits his artistic rockstar image a little too well.
Finally you're able to catch: "that wouldn't be messed up...would it?"
"What wouldn't be messed up?" Annoyance is a nice way to put how you're feeling right now. You're just laying here, tied up and your boyfriend is only five feet away from you, completely ignoring your existence. Unfortunately he does this often; spacing out, talking to himself, unable to sense his surroundings. When it's music related it's admirable. When you're involved? Straight up annoying. But itâs even worse when the two are combined.
"I have...a crazy idea. Please let me know if it's too out there and we'll discard it immediately."
You gulp down what feels to be a big rock in your throat that doesn't want to be swallowed. His tone is cautious yet excited and he doesn't look you directly in the eyes but off to the side of your head.
"What is it?" You say slowly, wishing more than ever that you could sit up and talk to him face to face.
Jay brings his cigarette up in front of his face, his eyes concentrating hard on the object in front of him.
"I want to use the cigarette ash as a stimulant on you."
Immediately the first thing that comes to mind is 'what the actual fuck'. You've never heard of anyone using any part of cigarettes as a form of sexual pleasure. But then you let your mind breathe for a second and the idea sounds rather...arousing? Just the thought of Jay flicking his cigarette ash onto your body sounds so degrading and he usually doesn't dip in that direction sexually.
He's carefully watching your face now, looking for any sign that you're not on board with this.
You smile.
"Where on my body?" You say seductively. His eyes light up, that same sexual deviant smile back onto his face. Excitement is evident as his chest rises and falls at a quicker pace. And finally, finally, he walks towards you, that cigarette held loosely between his fingers.
His shadow casts over your midsection as he towers above you. One arm crosses his chest while his other arm, the one with the cigarette, rests on top. It looks like he's about to take another drag but stops himself just before it touches his lips.
"I was thinking...your nipples?"
Your mouth immediately starts to water and your legs involuntarily shift, wanting ever so badly to rub together. Suddenly you're hyper aware of how hard your nipples are. They're like little gumdrops resting on top of your breasts and when you close your eyes you can still feel the wetness of Jay's tongue as he swirled his tongue around them.
Most people use candle wax or ice cubes as nipple stimulants.
But then again, you and Jay aren't most people.
"Please. Do it." Eagerly, you roll your hips forward and jut your chest forward towards him. A deep hunger is rooted in his eyes as he takes a quick huff, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling before climbing onto the bed. Your heart is beating fast and hard in your chest as you wait for him to make his next move.
Jayâs cock twitches back to life, a newfound surge of want coursing through his veins while your body reacts the same. He quickly checks to make sure his microphone is still on and then puts the cigarette between his lips. He gives himself a quick pump as he moves closer to your body.
Forget the cigarette ash, you think to yourself. You want him.
And he apparently wants you too.
Jayâs hands move expeditiously down the sides of your body, running over your hips and down your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. He uses the head of his cock to rub against your swollen clit, your hips bucking with the sudden contact. Unlike previously, Jay is in no mood to take his time. After rubbing up and down your folds a few times, he uses your slick as lubrication and promptly inserts himself into your hole. He grunts deeply as he bottoms out and youâre left gasping as your body adjusts to his size. Jay rests his chin on top of your head as he breathes heavily around the cigarette hanging crooked in his mouth, away from your hair. The smoke wafts around you and slightly burns your nostrils but you love it.
Heâs addicted to cigarettes.
Youâre addicted to him.
After giving himself a moment, Jay finally starts to move, rocking his hips slowly back and forth to generate some momentum. A deep moan gurgles from the back of his throat and you can see in his eyes how difficult it is for him to hold himself back.
The air in the room gets stuffy with the heat of your bodies mixed in with the smoke. It makes you both pant harder, faster.
âI canât take it anymore,â Jay growls and sits back, his cock unfortunately slipping out of you. He takes your legs and sets your feet against his shoulders and realigns himself with your entrance. Without giving you both time to adjust, he slams deep within you, your body jolting in response as he hits your sensitive spot.
âFuck!â He yells and quickens his pace, his cock relentlessly filling every inch of space within you. Small whimpers move past your lips and a fire lights behind Jayâs eyes.
âWhat was that? I canât hear you?â As his hips continue to rock into you, he grabs the microphone off the top of the headboard and shoves it in your face. With his other hand he takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side before leaning down, hovering the cigarette a few inches above one of your nipples.
You look up at him hopefully and youâre open to tell him itâs okay when he taps his pointer finger on top of the cigarette, gray ash tumbling down towards your body.
âAh!â You exclaim as the ash hits the peak of your breast. The initial impact of the ash to your skin makes your body panic, completely unused to the sensation. But then, it feels erotic. The nerves in your nipples sing with pleasure and your back arches as the warmth sinks deeply into you. You watch as your breasts bounce with each thrust Jay gives you and the ash rolls down onto your chest.
He continues thrusting and taking drags from his cigarette despite looking winded and exhausted. The headboard bangs against the wall, mirroring the thunder still booming in the distance. Soft groans and moans fill the room until Jay pushes your legs closer to your face, going deeper inside of you.
âDear god your pussy is just too good. Youâre still so wet after everything else. Always wet for my cock arenât you?â His thrusts are getting longer, sloppier.
âAlways. I love your cock,â you exhaustedly whisper. You can feel that coil deep inside you wanting to unspring so badly and only Jay can get you there.
He takes a final drag from his cigarette and flicks the biggest chunk of ash towards your nipple. You moan out as it makes contact at the same time the tip of his cock kisses deeply against your cervix, a high pitched moan that makes your eyes roll backwards.
And then he presses his thumb on top of your nipple, smearing the ash on top of you and right as he does it he thrusts so hard and deeply into you and holds himself there.
âF-uh-uck!â You sputter out the mother of all moans as your orgasm rips through you making you see a bright flash of white.
âOh shit!â Jay grunts and thick ropes of cum spill inside you.
You both take a moment to regain your breaths. Then Jay removes your legs from his shoulders, setting you down gently and fully removing himself from you. He moves to his desk and puts his cigarette butt into the ashtray and his microphone next to the keyboard. He takes a moment and places his fists behind his back right at his hip bones and leans back until a satisfying crack sounds out through the room.
Jay looks back at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a natural smile forming on his lips as he puckers them to give you an air kiss. Promptly untying you from your restraints, he rubs small circles into your wrists after he frees you, the pressure soothing your aching joints.
âI love you,â he mutters tenderly and places a kiss on top of your forehead.
âI love you too.â You smile.
He gets up and heads to the bathroom while you remain on the bed. You hear the bath turn on and run rapidly and the sound makes you feel the sleep wanting to pull you back in. You can't feel your thighs or any part of your lower half for that matter, but yet your muscles still tremble from the overwhelming aftermath of your multiple orgasms. Gazing upward, the white ceiling looks so dull above you and yet, somehow, comforting. Your mind instinctively tries to find pictures within the grooves but it proves to be too much work for your brain right now. So you go back to just staring absentmindedly. Jay is saying something from the bathroom but your brain is too tired to focus on what it was he was saying exactly. Body still trembling, you close your eyes and will for sleep to take you.
But then hands are on your body, lifting your head off the pillow. And then you're being carried, your body feeling weightless. You groan out for your bed, wanting nothing more than to be completely buried in blankets as sleep overcomes you.
The bathroom light has been dimmed and some of your favorite scented candles are lit on the counter. An aroma of lemon and rose petals waft throughout the room. You breathe in deeply through your nose and sigh out of your mouth, your body melting in your boyfriend's arms.
Jay gently places your feet on the mat in front of the freestanding soaking bathtub. There's mountains of bubbles already rising on top of the water and you can't wait to sink down into it.
Jay uses his hand to grip your elbow, guiding you as you put one foot in the water and then the other.
You sit up front where the faucet is dumping soothing warm water. You put your hands together and let the stream pool into your palms and run over your skin. This is total bliss and your aching muscles begin to relax happily.
Water splashes behind you and you turn around to see Jay getting into the bath as well. You smile at him before turning back around and picking up a handful of bubbles.
"What shampoo do you want? The good smelly one or the deep clean one?" Jay holds both bottles in either hand, looking back and forth between the two.
You look back at him and tiredly try to decide. The âgood smelly oneâ is peach while the deep cleaning one is a tea tree extract.
"Would it be weird if I combined both? It honestly might be really good." He awaits your input.
"Both are fine." You nod your head and turn back to the front. You turn off the water and lay your arms over both edges of the tub.
Gentle hands run down your hair from the top of your head down to the tips before returning to your scalp. His fingers massage the shampoos into your head and a low wistful grumble escapes your throat. You feel the shampoo lathering in your hair and the way Jay's fingers move with purpose has you closing your eyes in pure bliss. He uses the pads of his fingers to massage deeply into your skull, nearly lulling you to sleep.
His hands leave your hair and you hear the clicking of another cap opening and then it clicks shut a moment after. His hands are back on your body but this time they're on your shoulders. A strong lavender smell enters your nostrils and it dawns on you that he's massaging your soothing body wash into your skin.
It's silent in the bathroom except for the small droplets of water tinkling from the faucet into the tub. It's not an eerie silence, it's almost tranquil.
You spend a bit more time in the bathtub together. Jay completely taking care of you to wash off every trace of cigarette ash that was left on your body. His hands soothingly rub alongst every inch of your body.
âIâm ready to get out,â you sigh. Youâre leaning against Jayâs chest, his bare skin comforting against your own, âbefore I completely fall asleep in here.â
âOkay. Let me get out first and grab your towel.â He attentively lifts your body forward to give himself some room to emerge from the bath. Water runs off his body and onto the tile floor as he crosses the room for his towel first. You pull the drain plug in the bath and watch as a tiny whirlpool appears.
After aggressively rubbing the towel in his hair, Jay wraps it around his waist to cover himself, his hair looking static as it sticks out in every which way. He grabs you a fresh towel from the cupboard, the fluffy white one you usually save for special self care relaxation days.
Padding his way back over to you, he drapes the white towel in both of his arms and holds it out, waiting to envelope you in it once you step out.
You stand up slowly, clutching the edges of the tub as you push yourself up. Your legs are still quite shaky. For the most part they still feel pretty numb. You lift one leg up carefully and find your footing on the tile before gingerly taking out your other leg. Jay wraps you tightly in the soft towel that could honestly be a blanket if one chose to do so. You sigh into it, your muscles relaxing as Jay dries you off.
âLetâs get you to bed. We can watch a movie.â After he says it, Jay pauses to look at you. Afraid that something is on your face, your hand touches your cheek questionably. He reaches up and moves his hand under yours so that heâs cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing softly against your cheekbone.
âI love you,â he says softly before leaning in and kissing your lips. As soon as your lips touch it feels like youâre melting into him all over again. And all too soon, the kiss is over.
Swiftly, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to bed as you giggle and cling to his neck. He lightly places you back onto the bed and pulls back the covers and quickly throws them over your body once youâre comfortable. Jay adjusts your pillow to make sure your head stays straight and makes sure every one of your toes is snuggled and warm before handing you the TV remote and then walking towards the door.
âWhat snack do you want?â He calls from the door frame, his hand lightly brushing against the soft pastel yellow paint.
âSurprise me!â You call as you flip through the different genre suggestions, your brain not even registering what the titles are.
After giving up and picking a random movie, Jay walks in with some water bottles and a bag of pretzels and climbs into bed next to you.
âDonât you want to get back to your music?â You inquire as you grab a handful of pretzels. He gets himself comfortable next to you by adjusting his pillow, grabbing a fistful of pretzels himself once heâs done.
âNah. That can wait. I just want to be here with you.â He smiles before popping a piece of the tasty snack into his mouth.
Your heart swells knowing how much he wants to be back in that chair working his magic. Normally you couldnât drag him away from that stupid computer. So you donât push it and snuggle in deeper next to him, letting your head fall against his shoulder.
Together you munch away, forgetting about sleep entirely, and listening as the thunder grumbles in the distance.
a/n: thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed :] if you did please reblog and leave a comment!
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