#Flickering Lights

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Flickering Lights

Chapter 1 - Prologue

(Chapter 2)

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True Form Sukuna x Reader

NSFW I Explicit I Slow Burn

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence!

Summary: Living an unhappy, suffocating and lonely life in the city of Tokyo, you dream of change, an adventure, a different life even. Until fate comes along, making you clash with an unusual looking Stranger. A Stranger named Sukuna, who will change your life…

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Tags: True Form Sukuna, Sukuna is His Own Warning, Sukuna is a Little Shit, Four-Armed Sukuna, Sukuna Has Two Penises, Modern Era, Eventual Romance, True Form Sukuna is my King, Blood and Violence, dark content, References to Depression, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Emotional Hurt, Corn With Plot, Corn with Feelings, Blood and Gore, Angst and Tragedy, Angst, Murder, Character Death, Angst and Voyeurism, Romance, Drug Use, Past Drug Use, Vomiting, toxic behaviour, Voyeurism, Rough Sx, Dirty Talk, Flirting, DP, Girls Kissing, Public Sx, Masturbation, Grief/Mourning, Codependency, mama I'm in love with a criminal, Hybristophilia, Aphrodisiacs, Hurt No Comfort, Reader is Not a Jujutsu Sorcerer, No Jujutsu Society, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

All Jujutsu Kaisen characters belong to Gege Akutami.

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Your wheezing breath echoes through the place. White, damp air evaporates in front of your panting mouth. Eyes wide open, as you come to your senses, as you stare down at your trembling hands, buried in the shallow sea of white snow.

The air, cold as ice, stings in your lungs. With every breath you take, over and over and over again, it hurts deeper and deeper. Your throat feels parched, as if screaming has brought a drought upon your insides. Blood quietly soaks into the snow, as the remaining flesh of your cut off finger digs into the biting frost, numbing the remaining stump. Your knees feel sore, as the ice burns into your skin like fire, as you feel the hard ground beneath your fingertips, frozen mud and roots. The wet cold creeps into your clothes and your body like worms, tingling and biting on every inch of your skin. It numbs your senses, but not your feelings. 

Because your heart is racing in your chest, wets your eyes and chokes your throat. The adrenaline makes your muscles twitch and jitter, makes you want to throw up, makes you want to panic and run.

But you can’t…

This is it.

Your bones are heavy, as you try to stand up. Slowly, carefully, your feet slide forward. You shift your weight and rise to your feet. Balance is difficult, as little pins and needles poke into your hands and face, makes you think you’re gonna faint. Your legs give in and you stumble to the side against a tree. 

It’s wet.

Droplets of morning dew crawl upon the bark, as fog hangs between the ground and the treetops. Your eyes wander up. Like old, boney fingers, the naked branches reach into the grey flat sky. 

Inhaling deeply, you fill your lungs with freezing air, wait until the pins and needles grow softer and softer, before you take a step forward.

Another. And another.

Leaving a bloody trail on the forests snow, you walk, but don’t know where to go. You just walk, following your heart and soul, as the freezing temperatures make you ignore the pain and dripping wound on your hand.

Step after step.

And after what feels like hours, you see an ice house. Walking closer, you spot footprints in the snow surrounding the Himuro. Some small, some big. Your heart picks up a beat, as you decide to follow the footprints, hoping to lead you anywhere.

Suddenly, a dark presence looms over the place, as you approach the edge of this empty forest.

And your steps grow slower. Jizōs, figures carved out of stones, appear on the side of the path. You keep walking, until a tall structure paints its silhouette through the fog behind the trees. Similar to a shinto shrine, but beastly in it’s appearance. With every step, it becomes more clear. 

Dark. 

Horns are protruding out of the roof, human skulls are dangling off the edge of it, like decoration. With a nervous heart, you notice the smell of old wood, death and bones in your nose, as you step closer and closer.

Closer and closer.

Dark clouds paint the grey sky above the shrine. Bovine skulls are piling up at its walls. Some huge, as if taken out from legends and tales. 

And then, through the thinning fog and the bleak trees, a few yards in front of you, his silhouette appears, making you hold your breath and your heart ache. Sitting crosslegged on a wooden podium, with his black coated back facing to you. Faintly, you hear him chant, over and over again, meditating. Deeply concentrated.

It’s him.

His voice.

You don’t recognise the words, but his voice still feels so familiar to you.

Shivering, from the cold and anxiety, you make your way to him.

Quietly.

Closer.

With each step.

Closer.

To him.

Holding your breath, you anxiously hold onto the freezing bark of a tree of the forests edge, the last tree that’s standing between you and him, painting a red trace on it’s surface.

And your eyes grow wet.

There he is. Right in front of you, just a few steps apart.

So close.

Another step and a twig breaks, making his left ear twitch. Your breath hitches and you freeze, as he turns his head. 

Crimson orbs lock with your brave ones. Four eyes on you.

And he makes you crumble under his gaze, as you see how his eyes widen at the sight of you. Makes your heart race, as you watch how his mouth slowly parts, but doesn’t speak.

And with quivering lips and a pounding heart, with a voice barely more than a breath, his name crawls across your lips.

“Sukuna-sama.”

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Harrumph…… Sparkle on…..

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Flickering Lights Masterpost

True Form Sukuna x Reader I NSFW/Explicit I Slowburn

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Summary: Living an unhappy, suffocating and lonely life in the city of Tokyo, you dream of change, an adventure, a different life even. Until fate comes along, making you clash with an unusual looking Stranger. A Stranger to change your life…

Tags: True Form Sukuna, Sukuna is His Own Warning, Sukuna is a Little Shit, Four-Armed Sukuna, Sukuna Has Two Penises, Modern Era, Eventual Romance, True Form Sukuna is my King, Blood and Violence, dark content, References to Depression, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Emotional Hurt, Corn With Plot, Corn with Feelings, Blood and Gore, Angst and Tragedy, Angst, Murder, Character Death, Angst and Voyeurism, Romance, Drug Use, Vomiting, toxic behaviour, Voyeurism, Rough Sx, Dirty Talk, Flirting, DP, Girls Kissing, Public Sx, Masturbation, Grief/Mourning, Codependency, mama I'm in love with a criminal, Hybristophilia, Aphrodisiacs, Hurt No Comfort, Reader is Not a Jujutsu Sorcerer, No Jujutsu Society, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

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Chapter Overview under the cut

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Chapter 2 - Everyday

Chapter 3 - Flickering Lights

Chapter 4 - Fate

Chapter 5 - Midnight Walk

Chapter 6 - Lost and Found

Chapter 7 - Mother's Milk

Chapter 8 - Forbidden Glimpses

Chapter 9 - Decoy

Chapter 10 - Into the Underground

Chapter 11 - ?

[joehills]

Just dropped off the HermitCraft TCG cards at an international shipping depot poorly lit by flickering and failed fluorescent lights.

As I was leaving, a lady entered carrying a two-foot-tall yellow wooden obelisk, as wide as a fire hydrant, with metal-reinforcements on its edges, by its metal lantern handle screwed onto the top.

The faces of obelisk had spray-paint stenciled onto them “SHIP DRY” in large red text.

I am curious what object or material you would transport in packaging like that. Any ideas?

[le-trash-prince]

funggttion IG - May 9

Liu, reporting in 😝