#I’m out. i won’t be watching this series.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 13

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

not proofread

warnings: mention of loosing virginity, no they’re not gonna fuck on the boat, ITS LANDOS. Smut will be marked. Reader is definitely a woman 😔☝️ For the first time, I wrote protected sex 😧

warnings in the smut part: choking, rough sex, virginity loss, use of good girl, fingering, it could be cringe for some idk

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“Max..” Your voice was quiet and your eyes met his “We don’t have to, we’ll go up there and take a nap or anything” You nod, he smiles gently and presses a kiss to your nose “Tell me when I’m crossing lines okay? I’m not gonna loose you because i’m selfish or anything” His tone was quiet and gentle, matching yours.

“I will. I just..” You look down. Max senses that you’re struggling, grabs the forgotten ice cream, puts it back in the freezer and takes you back upstairs.

He pulls you on your previous spot, making you lay your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry” “For what?” “We didn’t..” And we don’t have to. I literally could not care less. If you don’t want it, I don’t want it either.”

You smile at him as his thumb caressed your cheek. You sigh and press your lips together, making Max tilt his head at you “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine” He shakes his head “No. Talk to me” You shake your head “It’s okay” “No it’s not. I can only help you when you tell me what’s wrong” “Nothings really wrong..” “But?”

You sigh and fidget with a bracelet Lando had gifted you years ago “It hasn’t changed..” Max looked confused “Changed? What?” “Me, uhm..” “Well, It doesn’t really matter if you do or not. I’m still right here” You chuckle and blush at his words.

“It’s no that” His hand rests over yours “Then what?” “I asked something of you, something you didn’t want.. well..” Max face twists from confusion to realisation “You’re..you never..?” You shake your head “I didn’t know we’d end up here but I never really found anyone I trusted enough”

He stares at you “And where is the problem?” “Maybe you didn’t want-“ “You listen to me now.” He sits up “I wanted you. I want you and I will want you until I take my last breath. That’s how much you consume me. I need you in every way that you allow me to have you. And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn’t be open about this, but I promise you, It’s okay. And we don’t have to. Okay? That’s not why we’re here”

He holds your face in his hands “Okay?” You nod and gently meet his lips.

“We’ve been through enough to not hide something from the other. And we’ll probably go through hell a few times. Especially when the internet catches on, but that all won’t matter cause we’ve got each other.”

You smile and nod “Okay” Max smiles too “Okay. And now we should slowly go back to land. I’m starving” You chuckle “Ay ay, captain” You smirk “Dork” He ruffles through you hair “Hey!”

He quickly kissed the top of your head and heads to turn the boat around. You watch him leading you both back to the land. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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caption: I wish I knew what he tried there, but I have no clue @/ maxfewtrell

reply’s:

lando did he get stuck?

yn no he actually didn’t

lando ohhh, miracle

yn almost tho

alexandrasaintmleux when is your busy schedule free for me 😔

yn always, you just gotta say when you’re free 😔 I think we also need to talk about something that happened yesterday 👀

alexandrasaintmleux ohh 👀

user you and max are hanging out a lot

user you’re with max again??

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“But you guys didn’t sleep with each other?” “No I couldn’t.. I mean we talked about it afterwards. And he told me that it’s okay but it doesn’t feel okay”

She smiles at you “You’re finally where you wanted to be all along. It is okay. No matter what the media, what lando, and definitely daniel says. They don’t matter. Did he give you any reason not to trust him?”

“No?” “Then talk to him again. And if you aren’t ready, then that’s okay too.” “Everyone-“ “Shut up.” You blink at her “Stop comparing yourself, please. If I had the chance again, I would’ve rather thought about who I had my first time with. But I wanted to fit in, to loose my virginity. That’s stupid tho. Do it with someone you love, and not do it when everyone tells you to lose it.”

You nod “Alright, alright. Before you start writing poems here.” You chuckle and Alex laughs “I’m sure i’ll write some about the insufferable love you two have for each other” “Me and Max? Talk about yourself with the wannabe fashionista”

“That’s mean” She says but laughs “His pants are the worst! How would you let him go out like that?” You cringe “He likes it I guess. I’ll help him here and there but..he’s expressing himself..?”

“Don’t make me feel bad “ You chuckle but pick up your phone that lit up.

“Who is it?” “Max” She smirks at you “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything” You roll your eyes “What does he want?” “Asking if I was up for dinner tonight. But keegan and morgan would be joining if I was okay with it”

“But you wanted to talk to him” “I’m not gonna talk to him about him talking my virginity in public, Alex!” You whisper yell. She shrugs and you roll your eyes again.

“Maybe you won’t even have to talk” She smirks again “Alex” You whine “Do you trust him?” “Yes” “Do you want it to be him?” “Yes” She smiles as she sips her coffee.

“We’ll see what happens” “Just don’t panic. You’ll be okay.” you nod “Thank you alex” “You know I won’t judge” She winks.

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You kicked off your heels in the hallway and made your way to the living room. You flopped down onto the couch and you hear a chuckle from behind you “Told you to wear other shoes.” “But others wouldn’t have fit to my outfit” You pout.

“Then you should’ve changed” “So you don’t like my outfit?” “Oh trust me, I love it” You blush a bit as he sits next to you, hand on your knee.

“How was the meet up with Alexandra? More gossip?” “Maybe” Max smiled and closed his eyes. His head rested on the back of the couch as you watched him.

“Everything okay?” He mumbled a few moments later and opened one eye to look at you “yeah, i’m okay” You smile warmly. He smiles, closes his eye and gently strokes your leg.

Either he hasn’t noticed, or he’s doing it on purpose but with each stoke, his hand itched higher and higher. When he got to your thigh, your breath hitched.

You saw max’s lips twitch upwards slightly. His thumb makes a soothing motion over your inner thigh, which isn’t soothing at all (Ykyk that feeling).

“Fewtrell.” He hums “What are you doing?” “I’m not doing anything” He turns his head and looks at you with an innocent smile “I know exactly what you’re doing.” “Then why are you asking?”

* Smut until the next mark *

“Don’t play with me, Fewtrell” “No? But I thought that’s exactly what you wanted” You glare at him “Maybe I don’t want it anymore” He chuckled “No? Then why is my hand trapped between your thighs?” He smirks. Fuck, you hadn’t even noticed that your thighs were pressed together.

You look up at him with a faint blush on your cheeks. His free hand cups your cheek “Tell me to stop and I will” You shake your head “Don’t” “No? You sure” You nod and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes”

That’s all it took for max to let his restraint go. His lips crash into yours “Tell me if I make you uncomfortable or-“ “Just shut up” You breath out. He chuckled, pulled his hand from between your thighs and climbed over you.

His hands were next to your head, yours finding their place on his sides “Max” You say quietly as his lips gently glide over your jaw “Hm?” You raise your hands to his cheeks and pull him in for another kiss.

One hand slowly wanders down to the first button on his shirt, which he catches in his hand. You look at him puzzled “I’m not fucking you on your couch” “Why not?” “Not happening”

He gets up and throws you over his shoulder as if you weighted nothing “Max! What the fuck!” “You’ll live.” You chuckle as he makes his way to your bedroom.

He gently sets you down on the bed and doesn’t restrain your hands from opening his shirt this time. He watched every move of your hands and looks right into your eyes as you push the dress shirt off him.

He lets it fall to the floor as he leans over you again, his lips almost touching yours “Still okay?” “yes” You lean up the last bit to kiss him, making him smile into the kiss.

One of his hands trace your back “Wanna keep it on or can I..” Max eyes you for a moment, keeping alert for any possible discomfort. You breath for a moment “It’s okay” You say quietly.

He smiles and gently opens your dress. It falls of your shoulders as he pulls you up by your hands and strips you off the dress completely.

His eyes roam your body, but instead of being embarrassed, it’s sends a warm sensation through your body.

“Got your wish after all, huh?” He chuckled “Shut up and hurry up” “Patience baby. Everything at its time” You roll your eyes but yelp as Max pushes you back on the bed.

“Up” He says and you move more upwards on the bed as he towers over you. His lips find your jaw once again while one of his hands roams your form.

He trails down your body, keeping eye contact. “Max, please. Don’t tease” “I’m not teasing, i’m enjoying” His hands slide up your sides and stop at your bra “Can I take it off?” You nod and Max opens your bra and throws it off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He murmured against your skin. His hands gently knead your tits and smirks as you let out a gasp.

He comes up to your ear, gently biting under it, earning a muffled moan “Has anyone ever touched you, baby?” You shake your head, breathless “No? Oh fuck” He chuckled and let his head fall forward for a moment.

Max composed himself again as his hands travel down to the last piece of clothing that’s covering you. He looks at you and you nod. He raised an eyebrow “Yes, max for fucks sake. Stop asking and do something, please”

He smirked and pulled down your underwear, leaving you bare in front of him. You tug at his pants “No, not yet” He gently guides your hand above your head “This is about you, not me” You whine “You can have me later, let me make my stupid decision up, hmm?”

He gently glides two fingers through your folds. You bite your lip to keep your moans quiet, but Max wasn’t having any of it.

“Let me hear you, otherwise I’ll stop” He pulls his hand away and you buckle your hips upwards, which was quickly shut down by max shoving and holding your hips down.

His fingers find your clit and circle it slowly. One of your hands grabs max’s arm. He smiles and speeds up slowly. Your breathing was already unsteady but it wasn’t enough “Max, please” “Use your words. What do you want?”

You blush and clench your jaw “I’m not a mind reader, you gotta tell me” “Your fingers” “oh yeah?” You nod eagerly “Well, who am I to deny you that” He slowly inserts one of his fingers and watches your face for any discomfort.

When he doesn’t find any, he curves his finger upwards. You moan and thighten your grip on his arm “More, please Max” He inserts another finger into you and picks up the pace.

He keeps his thumb on your clit, kissing your thighs in the process. You moan out his name, nothing else than him filling your mind.

“What a good girl” Max raised an eyebrow as you clenched around his fingers “Oh? You like when I call you that?” You blush and hide your face in your hands.

“Don’t hide yourself, come on Baby” He peels your hands away “Eyes on me. You wanna cum on my fingers?” You nod “Yeah? You think you can handle my cock too?” You nod eagerly “Yes, I can”

Max smirks, picking up the speed again and you whine “Aw, are you sensitive?” You push your head backwards into the pillow.

The squelch of the movement inside of you is the only noise filling the room for a moment, making you fist the blanket and max’s arm.

“So good- Max! ‘m close” “Yeah? I’ve got you, cum all over my fingers. Need it” He says and bites the inside your thigh.

The pain pushes you over the edge, your nails digging into Max’s arm.

He slowed down his pace, letting you ride out your high. He pulls out and wipes his fingers on his pants, his free hand gently stroking your abdomen.

You look at him, catching your breath, hair sticking to your forehead. Max chuckled “If you look this fucked out on my fingers, I wonder what my cock does to to you”

You bite your lip and reach out to him, fingers hooking into his belt. Max raised his eyebrows at you but smirks “Go ahead” He nods and you unbuckle his belt. He moves backwards on the bed to stand back up and take his pants off.

“You’re still clothed” You say, sitting on your knees now, tilting your head and pointing at his boxers. Max chuckled “Impatient, are we?” He smirks but you cross your arms “Alright, alright” He chuckled, taking off his underwear too and crawling back above you, pushing you back on your back.

You hold the eye contact but flicker to his lips. His hands reached for the nightstand and takes something off it. “You wanna do it?” You look at the condom. Where the hell did that thing come from and when did he even place it there?

But your thoughts were interrupted when max kissed your jaw “Hm?” “I wanna do it” You whisper “Alright then” He holds the pack up to your mouth and you gently grab it with your teeth, to not damage anything.

You both sit back up, and you rip open the package. You place it on his cock and out of the corner of your eye you can see his hands clenching, holding back from touching you. You smirks and roll the condom down.

Max squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled a quiet ‘fuck’ You keep moving your hand up and down his cock “Sweetheart, no- oh fuck” You thighten your grip slightly, making Max gasp.

“That’s not what- oh” His breath quickens “I’m just making sure it’s on properly” You smile innocently, and before you can say anything else, his hand grips your throat “You’re a minx. I’d be careful if I was you” “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?”

He smirks slowly and clenched his jaw “Nothing today. This is about you, but don’t think I’ll forget you being a little brat.”

You raise your eyebrows “Me? I would never” “You’ve never and you still..” Max cuts himself off “I forgot, you read” You smile “Not so innocent, are you baby?” He smiles and pulls you in by your throat.

His lips press against yours and he pulls away again, making you try and chase him, which doesn’t work with his hand around your throat.

He gently pushes you back down and presses gentle kisses around your neck, keeping your hips still with his hands.

“Max, please” He raised an eyebrow “Stop teasing. You don’t need to be a mind reader to know what I want. Please, I thought you wanted to make it up to me? “ You whine, making him press his lips together, nodding “I know, I know sweetheart. You’ll get what you want”

He lines himself up with you but looks up first “Tell me to go slower or stop, okay? You got the control on the pace” You nod, hand wrapping around his bicep.

He slowly pushes in, making you gasp. Your nails dig into his arm, making him hiss. Your scrunch your eyebrows together “Wait-fuck. A moment, please” Max stops immediately and looks up “You okay?” You nod “Just need a moment”

He nods and waits for your cue to move again. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan, which makes Max wrap his hand around your throat once again “Come on, don’t go shy on me now, Pretty girl. Let me hear you” You try to stop the restrain on your moans and Max stills inside you, once he’s in by the hilt.

“You tell me when to move, okay?” You nod, pulling him down for a kiss, your fingers tangling into his hair.

“Okay, you can move” He slowly pulls out and trusts back in. Your eyes widen as he continues the movement “Holy- Max” He chuckles and leans his head next to your ear, making you listen to his breathing.

“How are you feeling?” He says, quickly pecking your cheek “Good” “Yeah? Feels good?” You nod, eyes occasionally rolling into the back of your head.

“Told you we should’ve done this earlier- fuck” You grad the arm that is wrapped around your throat “Yeah? Bet you would’ve loved to be fucked everywhere, hm? Having to keep quiet if I actually fucked you in my drivers room, your own room or mine? Or on the italy vacation?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about” You get out between moans “No? Running around in those dresses, my god. And bending over every time I was around you? Total accident i’m sure” He growls, thightening his hold on your throat.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head once again at his action “you’re fucking filthy, aren’t you? If you like me chocking you, what else is it I will find when I fuck you, hm?” He smirks as you blush “Always the ones you thought were innocent” He chuckled as you silenced him with a kiss.

“Please, faster” Max gladly listens, picking up his pace and reaching down to play with your clit “Max- Oh god”

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this to you. I don’t know how I kept away from you, but I won’t ever be able to ever again” Max’s breath gets heavier and his head hangs down.

“Harder” “Baby im already-“ “You’re not gonna break me” He lets out a breathless laugh “Jesus, you’re gonna be the death of me” He obliged either way and soon you could feel the pleasure creeping up on you.

Max felt your repeatedly clenching around him as his thrusts don’t falter “Are you close? Can feel you squeezing me so- oh my- fucking tight” You nod “Yeah? Wanna come on my cock? Be a good girl?” “Yeah, wanna be good- fuck”

He smirks at the effect he has on you, but his expression quickly turns into concern as tears roll down your cheeks and he starts to slow down “Hey-hey are you okay?” “Don’t stop, please max. Fuck, keep going”

It was then he realised you were crying because it just felt good “Not hurting, please I’m so close” He nods and picks up his pace again.

This time he picks up your hips a bit which earns him a loud moan “Oh- right there, max” He chuckled but continued pounding into you, as his own orgasm crept up on him.

“Yeah? Finally found it” He says more to himself than you but tries to continually hitting the spot, over and over again.

“Gonna cum, max. Don’t stop, don’t-“ “I won’t, let go baby. I got you, be a good girl” You pulled him down into a heated kiss as white hot please consumed every fibre of your body, your other hand gripping his shoulder, marking another part of him.

Your orgasm triggered his own and his hands grip your hips, probably bruising them slightly in the process.

His forehead rests on yours as you slowly come down from your high. Max slowly pulls out, which earns him a quiet hiss of you.

“Sorry” he mumbled and pulled the condom off to throw it in the trash.

* smut end * holy cow that was long 😭 Anyway.

“You want a bath or just lay here” Max whispered as he cuddled up to you “Just a moment. But a bath sounds nice too” “I’ll quickly turn on the water and be right back” You nod with closed eyes.

A few moments later you hear the water running and Max is back in the room, now in sweatpants “Why are you wearing those?” “Do you know how weird it feels to walk around naked?” He laughs and crawls back to you, pulling you onto his chest “Don’t fall asleep on me now. We still gotta clean you up”

“How can I not when you brush through my hair like that and cuddle me” You mumble “To bad, sweetheart. Still gonna have the bath” You don’t move and max laughs “Do I have to carry you?” “Mhm”

He chuckled again but picks you up “Let’s go then” You keep your eyes closed, leaning on his shoulder. “Can you open the door? My hands are quite occupied”

You smile and open the door. The warmth of the room immediately makes you feel even sleepier. He sets you down for a moment and closes the door.

“Come on, hop hop in there” “Don’t rush me” You say and hold a hand out “Yeah yeah” He picks you back up and you squeal “Max!” He slowly sets you down in the bathtub. He sits beside the tub and holds your hand, head resting on the side and looking at you.

“You’re staring.” “I know. But do you really care?” “No” You smile and look at him. His smile widens “Good.” He sits up properly to kiss you. Your hand draws shapes on his shoulder “Oh” “Hm?”

You chuckle “Did I do that?” You point to the countless scratches on his arms and shoulders “I think you did, yeah” He laughs “Even down here!” He looks at the lower part of his arm “How am I supposed to hide that?”

“Hoodie?” He looks at you deadpan “Hoodie? It’s like.. super hot outside?” “Then you’ll be smoking hot” He chuckled “You’re crazy” “Yet you’re still sitting here” Max nods “Yeah, somehow” You roll your eyes and lay back down.

comfortable silence fills the room. Max’s hand gently caressed your face as you calm down. You were right were you wanted to be, without any disturbance..right?

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Holy shit. It’s been a while since I wrote smut, so go easy on me. Part 14 is still coming out tomorrow, no worries about that 🤭

[waitmyturtles]

Gelboys: Thoughts on Episode 1

1) FINALLY!!!!

Oh my god, have I been waiting for this. After a long time, I’ll be watching this live as live as I can accomplish for a Saturday show (#momlife).

2) Baabin and Bas — Boss loves those B names, huh?

3) This episode was so stylistically refreshing after what we’ve gotten out of Thailand for the last nearly two years. I think I’ve been as excited for this series as I was for Moonlight Chicken, and goddamn does that feel like a long time ago.

4) As I rapidly, RAPIDLY approach middle-age, I realize that there will come a time when the culture of youth will totally bypass me, when I won’t have a damn clue wtf the youngbloods are doing and saying. I’m glad to say I can keep up with it for now vis à vis the visual and auditory chaos of this episode. However:

5) It’s just so damn thrilling and relieving that the pure hormonal appeal of real attraction hasn’t been forgotten, even by forever-online-and-youthful youths. I loved every reminder in this episode that so much of our lives are lived online — including for an older adult like Fou4Mod’s mom.

And yet, Fou4Mod and Chian are chasing each other — yes, much of it on their phones — but also in person, vibing, and teasing. I like how the show is reminding us that no matter how much time and work we spend online…. that the showing-up of life is still going to have to happen for us, in humanity, in person, to find happiness.

6) That being said, I look forward to learning about what kind of fucking online drama this next generation is going to get up to in this series.

7) Finally: what an homage to Bangkok already. I like that this episode (and hopefully the whole series) honors the insane chaos of the whole Siam area.

Crying in the mall — that shit never gets old.

[starl0rds]

Theory of Desire

Hwang In-ho x Fem! Reader ୨୧ · ♡ · ୨୧

Pt. 6 in a multi-chapter series!

“It wasn’t real. Any of it?” The words were less of a question, more of a truth you refused to accept.

The past has always been a part of you, and that includes In-ho. It only worsens the sting of betrayal.

Warnings: minors dni! smut, mentions of sex, masturbation, wet dream, fingering, oral sex, blood, dirty talk, dom!in-ho, praise kink, basically plot with porn/porn with plot

Author's Note: thank you so much for all the love and feedback on the fic!! I'm overjoyed to hear how many of you are liking it. chapters will be updated every few days on ao3 <3

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Chapter 6: it finds a way to live in you

What you're given, what you live in 

Darlin', it finds a way to live in you 

And your heart, love, has such darkness 

I feel it in the corners of the room 

- “De Selby (Part 2),” by Hozier

In-ho remembered those last days clearly. He sweltered in the heat of the urban summer, all those years ago, spent almost every day he could at the precinct. His life had shrunk to going between work and the hospital. Sometimes, he slept at either place. Today was no different. 

He arrived at 7:00 on the dot. After downing a cup of black coffee, he continued work on his open cases, throwing himself into this job like it was a life-line keeping him from sinking. And he was, sinking, quickly. This time was the longest she’d ever been in the hospital. And they had discovered she was pregnant. God, she was—

In his daze, his shoulder collided with someone else’s.

“Hey!” the detective scoffed as he adjusted his folders. “Watch that.”

“Pardon me. Detective Kang.”

“Detective Hwang. Still uptight as ever?”

“If that’s how you perceive me.”

“Would it kill you to lighten up? I’m really not going to miss you when you’re gone, Detective.” 

In-ho froze. “What do you mean by that?”

“Seriously?” The other detective laughed. “The captain’s assistant let it slip to Min-gi, and he told everyone else in the precinct. They all know.”

“Know of…”

“Oh, I see. Denial might work with the captain, but it won’t on me.”

Though his voice was even, a nagging worry began to grow in In-ho’s mind. “I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Moonrise Capital. Gwang-jo Ventures. Out of the few.” Detective Kang sneered now. “Sound familiar?”

The loans.

Sensing he’d hit a nerve, the other detective leaned in, emboldened. “I suggest you enjoy your last week. You’re fucked, golden boy,” he grinned. In-ho felt the pit of despair opening up in his stomach.

The smoke from his last cigarette curled into the afternoon sky. In-ho had never really been a smoker, but these days it was easier to indulge a few cigarettes during work rather than down a bottle of whiskey in his dwindling private time. He knew she would disapprove. Maybe he would stop if she would only get better.

The rest of the morning after his conversation with Detective Kang had passed in a blur. At lunchtime, he had stared down at the scant leftovers he had packed for himself, bulgogi over rice, and placed the lid back on top of the tupperware. It had felt too much like a prisoner’s last meal.

His mind drifted back to the open cases, sitting on his desk. He had work to do, undoubtedly. But after he was gone, they’d likely be reassigned to one of the other detectives. He pursed his lips at the thought of someone like Detective Kang going through his cases. 

And then there was that woman. 

In-ho thought of what he had read in her file—the words from her testimony, filling pages upon pages worth of notes, contrasted against the paucity of the rest of her file. He felt a pang of empathy for her. Firefighters fight fires with water. The police fight crimes with evidence, he heard Chief Kim say in his head. 

His mind turned. Below, the bustle of cars and motorbikes cut through the rippling heat of late summer. The sun beat down on his face.

He put his cigarette out on the balcony and grabbed his keys.

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(chapter cont. here on ao3!)

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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ… 20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴜᴄᴛꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴠᴇʏ… ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

It was a Sunday afternoon, and she stood in the phonebooth out the front of her house, staring at the number written in messy handwriting. She’d managed to get Matt’s home phone number after a bit of sneaky detective work, hoping to gather more information for Iris. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous…this wasn’t her first time doing something a little… much. But there was something about this whole situation that felt different. What if she was making things weird? What if she was crossing a line? 

For Iris, she reminded herself.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number, holding the receiver to her ear as it rang. The phone line buzzed a few times before the voice on the other end picked up.

“Hello?”

Her stomach fluttered as she forced herself to stay calm.

“Hello, may I speak with Matthew Sturniolo?” she asked, trying her best to sound professional, like a real survey caller. 

The voice on the other end was quiet for a moment, then responded, “Who?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “May I speak with Matthew Sturniolo? I’m calling from…The Survey Squad Institute, to conduct… a quick survey. It won’t take long.”

Another pause. Then, confusion. “Uh, I think you have the wrong number.”

“No, no,” she insisted smoothly. “I’m just calling for a quick survey, just a couple of questions.”

There was hesitation in the voice. “Okay… What’s this about?”

She straightened up, adjusting the phone like she’d done this a million times before. “Thank you for your time! We’re conducting a survey about people's favorite songs. And we’d like to know: if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

The voice responded, a little uncertain at first but warming up. “Uh... probably Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers.”

Y/n wrote it down, nodding to herself. So that was Matt’s usual go-to track. She was on the right path. 

“So, moving on,” she said, pushing her nerves down. “If you could go anywhere right now, where would it be?”

The voice on the other end became a little more relaxed. “A forest, somewhere quiet. Just to get away from everything.”

She scribbled that down too. This was going well. Maybe she’d get this whole thing done without any hiccups. She felt a rush of pride. 

“Okay, last question!” she said a little too brightly, forcing herself to stay in character. “If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, which one would it be?”

There was a brief pause, followed by a soft chuckle. “The Big Lebowski. It’s funny, in a way that doesn’t really try too hard, you know? The way it’s all, like, a series of strange events, but it still feels kinda real in a weird way. It’s kinda... timeless, I guess? I dunno. It’s one of those movies you either get, or you don’t. But if you do, it sticks with you.”

Y/n froze, the pen hovering over her notepad as her heart skipped. Wait a second… Her brain short-circuited for a moment. No way. This isn’t Matt. This is… Chris?

She pulled the receiver away from her ear, staring at it in disbelief before holding it back up, almost as if she could ask the phone itself what just happened. Why am I doing this?

“Wait a second,” she said again, voice a little too loud in the quiet booth, her face turning red. “Is this… Chris?”

She could hear Chris’s smile through the phone, his chuckle a soft echo. Her stomach flipped, and she quickly dropped her gaze to her shoes, wishing she could disappear into the pavement beneath her. Of course. Of course it’s him.

“Well, well, well,” Chris said, clearly amused. “Hello, Echo.”

“Echo?” she repeated, confused. “What the heck are you talking about?”

“Yeah, Echo,” Chris said with a grin in his voice. “You sounded like a robot repeating yourself Y/n, all stiff and professional, like you're reading off a script. Saying the same things over and over, like ‘May I speak with Matthew Sturniolo?’” He laughed again, clearly enjoying himself. “You’ve got this robotic vibe going. I’m calling you Echo from now on.”

Chris let out a low whistle. “Echo, huh? Yeah, you really nailed the whole survey lady thing. You even sounded like you were reading off a script. 'May I speak with Matthew Sturniolo?' You should’ve gone all in and asked me about my opinions on toothpaste or something. I would've believed you.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “And hey, now that I know your ‘survey’ skills, I’m just gonna assume you’re gonna call back every few days. What’s next—favorite type of pencil? Or how do you take your coffee?”

“No-” she cut herself off, but Chris was already laughing.

“Yeah, Echo, you’re a pro. I’m gonna expect more surveys in my future. You can’t just give me a performance like that and not continue to live up to it.”

She could feel her face heat up with embarrassment. “I- I wasn’t trying to sound like a robot! I was just-”

Chris cut her off with another laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Echo. I gotta admit, you’re pretty committed to this whole ‘survey lady’ thing. But I’m not Matt, so good luck getting that pager number from me.”

“I’m not-” she groaned. “I was just trying to get Matt’s pager number for- !” She cuts herself off.

“For?” Chris said, the teasing in his voice softening just slightly. “Who?”

She grumbled, avoiding the question, embarrassed but not totally upset.

“Anyway, I think ‘Echo’ is perfect,” Chris teased, clearly enjoying the nickname. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder if you want Matt’s number. I’m not giving it up that easily.”

She sighed. “This is ridiculous. I can’t believe- ”

Chris interrupted, his voice taking on a more playful tone. “Yeah, well, Echo, you gotta live with it now.”

“Whatever,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Just don’t tell Matt, please.”

“No promises. But hey, just call him as yourself next time,” Chris said mockingly. “No need to pretend to be a survey lady.”

She shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You’re being annoying, you know that?”

“I know.” Chris replied with a grin she could practically hear. 

She just shook her head, hanging up the phone and slamming it down with a little more force than necessary. “Echo,” she muttered, the ridiculousness of the whole thing sinking in. Her chest tightens as she leans against the machine.

The whole thing had been pointless and weird, but… something about it lingered. Maybe she was getting somewhere. Maybe.

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a/n: for the 4% of u that wanted this! reader finally gets a nickname

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[airandyeah]

Gimme Gimme Gimme (God!Sukuna X Reader) Pt.7

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As you watched the scene unfold, the rawness of it took your breath away. The once serene setting by the stream, where Sukuna had seemed almost human, now felt like a cruel illusion, shattered by the grim vision that followed. You couldn't look away as you watched your own body lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by the haunting glow of flames.

Sukuna, in his monstrous form, was a sight to behold—his eyes wild with rage, his immense body casting an imposing shadow over the burning ruins. His fists were clenched, flames dancing along his hands as though they were an extension of his fury. He roared, a guttural sound that seemed to shake the very air, and it struck something deep within you. A sense of helplessness, as if you were no longer in control of your fate.

But the question echoed in your mind: Did Sukuna kill you?

You wanted to scream, to call out to him, to demand answers. But the words caught in your throat, and no sound came. You were trapped in this nightmarish vision, unable to move, to speak, to change anything.

His face—those fierce, unyielding eyes—met yours, though you weren't sure how, considering the world seemed to separate you from him. There was a strange emptiness in his gaze, a sense that something had shifted in him, something far darker and more unsettling than the godly destruction you had seen before.

But as his form loomed over your fallen body, his hands raised, a violent surge of power crackling around him, something in his expression faltered. It was a brief moment, just a flicker, but it felt like the weight of the world had shifted with it. His stance softened, his fiery energy pausing as his gaze locked on your motionless body.

No, you thought desperately, still unable to speak. Don't.

The flames in his hands sputtered, and for a fleeting instant, you saw something different in him—a kind of grief, or perhaps even regret. It was gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more by the unyielding hunger for destruction that had once been his essence.

But just before the flames could descend, the dream shifted again.

This time, you were back in the present, standing before him as you had been in the waking world. Sukuna was still there, but he wasn’t the same towering figure. His form had returned to its more human state—his eyes still carrying that same unsettling weight.

He was staring at you, as if waiting for something. As if he needed something from you, though you couldn’t tell what.

“Do you fear me?” His voice was quiet, but the question hung in the air like a challenge.

You hesitated. The dream, the burning vision of your own death, had left a mark on you. But the answer—whatever it was—felt like a fragile thread, one that could snap at any moment.

“No,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the tremor inside. “But I fear what you're becoming.”

His expression didn't change, but something flickered in the depths of his eyes. For a moment, he looked almost... uncertain. The god of destruction, the being who had once commanded the end of worlds, seemed less like an unstoppable force in that moment and more like a creature caught in his own storm.

“You’re afraid of me,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips like a bitter truth. “You should be.”

You shook your head, pushing past the dread that weighed you down. "I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of what happens if you keep going down this path."

Sukuna’s gaze hardened, but you could feel a subtle shift in the air between you both. Something was changing. Something was shifting in him, just like it had in the dream.

“I won’t lose you again,” he whispered under his breath, so softly that you almost didn’t hear it. But you did. And it made your heart race with a mix of dread and something else you couldn’t name.

As you stared back at him, something shifted inside you too. The dream was a warning, a glimpse of a fate you couldn't yet escape. Sukuna was a force of nature, a god who had been scarred by loss and bound by an unrelenting need to destroy. And yet, as he stood before you now, the power in his presence was undeniable.

But in his eyes, you saw something else—a desperation, a longing, a desire to hold onto something that was slipping away.

And despite everything, despite the weight of his past, despite the endless cycle of destruction that seemed to surround him, you realized something that terrified you: You were drawn to him.

Maybe not in the way he wanted. Maybe not in the way he thought. But drawn to him all the same. Because, in a world filled with chaos and destruction, he was still the one thing that felt impossible to ignore.

But the question remained: Could you save him? Or would you be swallowed by the storm he was becoming?

You knew only one thing for certain. The cycle had not yet ended. The choices you both made would shape everything.

And it all hinged on what would come next. ~~~ Sukuna’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against the cool earth beneath you, but his eyes—those haunting eyes—never left your motionless form. His lips parted, and for a moment, it almost looked as though he might speak, might offer some explanation or apology. But then, his gaze darkened, and all words seemed to evaporate like smoke in the night air. His hand curled into a fist, and the flames that had danced around his fingertips flared up in violent, chaotic bursts.

His voice was a low, guttural growl as it filled the air, reverberating through the very fabric of the dream. "You think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to see you… like that?"

The scene around you flickered, the world of chaos and fire shifting violently. You could feel the ache in your chest, the terror of being trapped in his fury—a fury he had never shown you in the waking world. This version of Sukuna was not the man you knew, the one who stood by your side, distant yet possessive. This Sukuna was raw, untamed, a god whose rage burned with an intensity that felt like it could consume everything.

"Why would you think I’d do this?" he spat, but there was no answer. Only the echo of his anger filled the air, and the flames swirled around you both like a vortex, threatening to pull you deeper into the nightmare.

Then, like a shift in the tides, the flames receded. The roar of destruction quieted, and in its place was the sickening silence that followed devastation. Sukuna stood over you, but now he looked… broken, a dark shadow in the stillness.

"You think I could ever… forgive myself for this?" His voice was softer now, almost as though the words hurt him. His fingers hovered above your lifeless body, trembling slightly, unsure. “For letting you die?”

It wasn’t just the devastation of seeing you dead that rattled him—it was the crushing weight of the fact that he, the immortal god, had been the reason your life was brought to an end.

The dream seemed to stretch on, each second a slow burn in your mind, as though time itself was fractured. And through the lingering haze of grief and destruction, Sukuna spoke once more, his voice barely audible now, but sharp with intent. “I would burn it all down. I would tear the world apart to bring you back. I would break everything, undo it all, if it meant I could save you. But in the end…”

His voice trailed off, like a broken promise, the words lost in the dark void between you.

The next moment, the dream shattered. You woke up with a sharp gasp, your body drenched in cold sweat, the lingering remnants of the nightmare fading like smoke. The room around you felt eerily quiet, as if the world had held its breath, waiting for something to happen. The moonlight that had once bathed the space now seemed cold, distant, and you could feel the pulse of something heavy in the air.

Sukuna was gone.

At least, you thought he was. You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the lingering sensations of the dream. But then, just as you turned to pull the blankets closer, there was a faint rustle in the corner of the room—a shadow that seemed too solid to be a trick of the light.

Sukuna’s voice came, low and dangerous, from the darkness. "Did you dream of me, little one?"

You froze. Every instinct in your body screamed for you to say nothing, to act as if you hadn’t been pulled into that horrific vision, that dark descent into despair. But his presence, even from across the room, was undeniable. There was a weight to it, an almost suffocating pressure that settled around you. He was here. And the dream… it had felt too real.

You couldn’t tell him the truth—not yet. Not when you weren’t even sure of it yourself.

Instead, you pushed your fear aside, keeping your voice steady as you spoke into the silence. “No. It was nothing.”

There was a long, tense pause, and in that time, you could feel his gaze on you, sharp and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey. When he finally spoke again, his tone was as cold as it was commanding. "Lying to me won’t get you anywhere, little one. You know that, don’t you?"

You swallowed, your heart racing. You had never seen him so intense, so drawn into something that wasn’t destruction or indifference. There was a darker undercurrent to him now, one that made you wonder if this was the real Sukuna—if this was the man you had somehow come to know—or if he was something else entirely.

“Tell me what you dreamt of,” he demanded softly, the words carrying the weight of his power, the promise of a consequence you didn’t fully understand.

For a heartbeat, you considered lying again. But the image of him, his arms covered in blood, his eyes dark with regret, flashed in your mind once more. You had seen the agony in his eyes in that dream—the agony of someone who had already lost what they held most dear. Did you really want to provoke that darkness again?

“I dreamt… of you,” you whispered. The words tasted like betrayal, but they slipped out before you could stop them. "And I saw…"

His presence loomed closer, and you could feel his breath against your skin. He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, the words sharp and possessive. “You saw what, little one? Tell me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you met his gaze, the intensity of his stare burning through you. You had never seen him like this—this close, this vulnerable, and yet still so terrifyingly powerful. The darkness in his eyes was no longer a distant thing. It was right here, staring back at you, waiting for you to crack.

You had to tell him. You had to, or he’d tear the truth from you in ways you couldn’t predict. But as you prepared to speak, you wondered, with a chilling certainty, if telling him the truth would be your undoing.

"I saw you with my... Corpse.," you finally confessed, your voice barely a whisper, breaking beneath the weight of your fear.

The room seemed to hold its breath, and for a moment, nothing happened.

Then, Sukuna spoke, his voice cold but trembling with a restrained fury. "So you have it figured out then.".

The air thickened with tension, and you could feel every fiber of your being on edge as his words settled like a weight upon your chest. There was a brief pause, a beat of silence that stretched uncomfortably long before he spoke again, his voice low and dangerous, laced with something almost… fragile.

"So, you understand, then?" Sukuna’s eyes darkened, his gaze burning through you with an intensity that seemed to strip away any pretense of safety you had left. "The power, the curse that binds us—how it always leads to ruin. How it was always meant to end this way."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing to make sense of it all. The dream, the truth you had glimpsed within that chaotic nightmare—it all felt like a trap, a sickeningly intricate design meant to unravel you.

You wanted to scream, to demand answers, to understand what this all meant for you, for him, for the twisted fate you seemed to share. But his presence was suffocating, pressing down on you like a vice, and you found yourself speechless in the face of it all.

"You think I don’t know?" His voice was soft, but there was a tremor in it now—a vulnerability that you hadn’t expected to hear from him. "That I don’t feel it? The weight of it all? The destruction, the loss... it’s all part of me now. It’s always been."

His words hit like shards of glass, each one cutting deep. You wanted to argue, to tell him that he didn’t have to be bound by his past, by the curse of his existence. But in your heart, you knew the truth. Sukuna had been made by destruction. It was his nature, his legacy. And there was no escaping it—not for him, not for anyone who crossed his path.

But you couldn't let it end like this.

You took a shaky breath, trying to summon the courage to speak through the fog of your fear. "What do you want from me, Sukuna?" The words came out almost like a plea, but you couldn’t stop them. "What do you want me to do with this knowledge? With this curse that we both share?"

He was silent for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, like he was trying to piece together the fractured puzzle of his own existence. And then, his voice, softer now, though still filled with that unyielding power, broke the silence.

"I want..." he hesitated, his throat tight with something that seemed almost like regret, "I want you to understand. To understand that no matter what I do, no matter how much I destroy or build, I cannot escape what I am. I can’t escape this." His hand lifted, fingers curling into a fist, and for a fleeting second, you thought you could see the faintest shimmer of tears in his eyes—a crack in the godlike facade.

But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"You think you can save me?" He scoffed, his voice bitter, a laugh that was hollow and empty. "How could you save something like me? I am the storm. I am the end."

The words stung, but you didn’t flinch. You couldn’t. There had to be more than just this endless cycle of destruction. You had to believe that.

"You’re wrong," you said, your voice steadier now, despite the pounding of your heart in your chest. "I don’t think I can save you. But I think you can save yourself."

His eyes locked onto yours with a burning intensity, and for a moment, it felt like the world itself was holding its breath.

"You’ve lived for centuries," you continued, slowly stepping closer to him, "You’ve destroyed kingdoms, brought down gods, and yet, here you are, still searching for something. But it’s not the destruction that will save you, Sukuna. It’s not the power. It’s… you. It’s the part of you that still cares."

His eyes flashed with something—anger, perhaps, or frustration. But there was also a flicker of something else, something far deeper, far more human than the monstrous being he presented to the world.

"You think that’s what’s left of me?" His voice was tight, a low growl laced with bitterness. "The part that cares? It’s been burned away by years of blood and fire. There’s nothing left but this—this endless hunger."

The storm inside of him raged, but you refused to back down. You couldn’t.

"You’re wrong," you repeated, your voice firm, a spark of hope kindling inside you. "Because I see it in your eyes. I see it in the way you hesitate. I see it in the way you look at me."

He stilled, his body tensing as if preparing for some kind of attack. But his eyes, those wild, furious eyes, held something new—something that scared him as much as it scared you.

He took a step back, the air thick with his uncertainty. "You don’t know what you’re asking for," he said, his voice quieter now, almost dangerously calm. "You think I can change? You think I can just undo everything?"

"I don’t know," you said, your voice softer now, filled with an emotion that surprised even you—something close to tenderness. "But I’m willing to find out."

There was a long pause, and you thought he might leave, might retreat into the shadows like he always did. But instead, he remained there, his gaze never leaving you. A silence stretched between you, filled with the weight of everything unsaid, everything uncertain.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a low, rasping whisper that cut through the tension like a blade.

"You’re a fool," he murmured, but the words held no venom. There was something in them that almost sounded like acceptance.

And then, as if a storm had passed, the weight in the room seemed to lift, just a little. The intensity of his presence, though still overwhelming, seemed less suffocating, less destructive.

The cycle had not yet ended. The choices you both made would still shape everything, but for the first time, you felt like you might be standing on the edge of something new. Something that could change everything.

And maybe, just maybe, you and Sukuna could rewrite the end of this story.

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[lazorbeanz]

THE BROTHERS!!!!

❤️💙💛

TAILS FINALLY GOT SOME POPCORN!!! (Well for a minute there anyways lol) 🙌🍿

[thecounterfeit-redhead]

Maybe it’s just me but I feel like Percy’s (Walker’s) hair gets curlier as the show goes on…?

Maybe????

[antiquepearlss]

Tiana The Series really needs to hire me as a writer because I’ve already got plans on how we’re going to subtly incorporate tts into it.

[theworstcreature]

As someone who used to be downright OBSESSED with Percy Jackson, this show is making me trust the process so fucking hard

[poppyseed799]

I wonder how different my feelings on Drew would be if there wasn’t that freaking spare laptop scene

[coffbeanie]

I don’t know if anyone brought this up yet, but I find it really ironic that the first time we saw how the Penguin would look in The Batman (2022) (this is in reference to the first teaser we got, not the main trailer we ended up getting later), but the first time we saw the Penguin, he was standing outside, in the rain, dripping wet, and I find it funny because when it comes to the Penguin, that feels like one of the LAST states you would ever see him in.

Why would the Penguin be wet in the rain? Doesn’t he have an umbrella to keep him dry? Where’s his umbrella, a piece of iconography that’s been related to his character in DC Media for years?

Are umbrellas too whimsical for Matt Reeves-?

[live-laugh-obsess]

idk if anyone else watches shadowstone park but i’m fucking losing my mind over it

[birdy-bird27]

[impossibledial]

what if i told you all i enjoy pinkswald platonically…

[stardust-kitten]

being a writer is so wild….. i create a little guy in my brain and suddenly they’re my new obsession but they don’t even exist anywhere besides my imagination and notebooks

[airandyeah]

Gimme Gimme Gimme (God!Sukuna X Reader) Pt.11

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As the door clicked shut behind your family, you leaned against it, your breath heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. A mixture of relief, anger, and empowerment surged through you. You had finally spoken your truth, and though your family hadn’t been ready for it, you were no longer burdened by their expectations.

In the sudden quiet of the room, a familiar presence brushed against the edges of your awareness. His aura was undeniable—primal, raw, and consuming. Before you could process it fully, Sukuna’s voice filled the air, the deep resonance of it making the ground beneath your feet feel even firmer.

“Well, well… that was a sight to see.”

You didn’t need to turn to know that he was there, standing just behind you with that wicked smirk of his. His words, though laced with amusement, held an underlying approval, an acknowledgment of the battle you had just fought.

“I’ve been watching,” he continued, his voice rich with something close to pride. “That was the first real thing I’ve seen you do in a long while. You stood up for yourself, didn’t take their bullshit. I’m impressed.”

You let out a breath, something between a laugh and a sigh, as you finally turned to face him. Sukuna stood tall in the center of the room, his posture lazy yet imposing, as though nothing and no one could stand in his way.

“You… you think so?” you asked, a little unsure despite the fire still smoldering inside you.

He chuckled, low and dangerous, before stepping closer, his gaze sweeping over you like he was studying a rare artifact. “Of course, I do. You’ve got the spirit in you, but you’ve been letting it smolder, waiting for someone else to light the match.”

His eyes, dark and intense, never left yours as he closed the distance, and for a moment, the air between you crackled with unspoken energy. “I’ve seen you let them walk all over you before. But tonight? Tonight, you stopped being the doormat. Tonight, you showed them that you’re not a toy to be molded.”

You swallowed, the words sinking deeper into your chest. “It’s hard, you know? I’ve spent so long trying to earn their approval, trying to be what they wanted. I didn’t know who I was without that.”

Sukuna’s expression softened just slightly—something close to a smirk, but more contemplative than mocking. “Then you’re more of a fool than I thought. Approval is nothing. Power, control, that’s what matters. People like them, they’ll always try to make you small. They’ll use every ounce of your weakness against you.”

He reached out, a hand brushing against your cheek, his touch as warm and steady as his words. “But you? You’re no weakling. You never have been. You just forgot what you were capable of.”

His presence filled the room now, heavy with the weight of his words. But there was something else in the way he looked at you—something far less mocking and far more genuine. It was pride. He was proud of you.

“You’ve got the fire, the will,” he continued, his voice almost a growl now. “And if anyone deserves to see you burn with it, it’s not them. It’s you. You get to decide who gets to feel your power, not them.”

His words hung in the air, thick and potent. A silent promise that, for the first time, you believed. He wasn’t just pushing you. He was offering you something far more significant: recognition. Acknowledgment of who you were, beyond the versions others tried to impose on you.

“I know you, and I know what you’re capable of,” Sukuna said, his voice dark and steady, his eyes gleaming with a kind of malicious approval. “But you’ve got to keep that fire alive. Don’t let them put it out.”

A dark laugh escaped you, and you straightened, feeling the spark of defiance ignite once more. “I won’t. I’ve had enough of letting them decide who I am.”

Sukuna nodded, his smirk widening. “That’s what I like to hear.” ~~~ A few days had passed since the confrontation with your family. The sting of their departure had faded, replaced by an odd sense of calm. It was like something heavy had been lifted from your shoulders, and you found yourself breathing easier, walking with a little more confidence. Sukuna’s words still echoed in your mind, like a mantra that pushed you forward, reminding you to never let anyone take your fire again.

On this particular afternoon, the sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the forest as you and Sukuna walked side by side. The air was crisp, the scent of the woods thick with pine and damp earth, and the sound of birds calling in the distance added to the peaceful rhythm of the day.

Sukuna walked just slightly ahead, as usual, his arms crossed over his chest, a look of lazy amusement playing across his features. But there was something different about the way he carried himself today—less aloof, more... present.

The quiet moments between you had become more comfortable, less charged. Conversations flowed easily, casual in a way that felt like you were two old friends just enjoying the simplicity of a walk.

“Do you miss them?” Sukuna’s voice broke the silence, the question more out of curiosity than judgment.

You hesitated for only a moment before answering, feeling the truth roll off your tongue, as if it had been waiting for you to acknowledge it. “No. Not really. It’s hard to miss something that was never really there to begin with. I spent so much time trying to make them happy, but... they were never happy with me.”

Sukuna nodded slowly, his eyes focused ahead. “Good. They’re nothing but distractions. You’ve got better things to focus on.”

You chuckled at that, the sound echoing lightly in the air, and the tension in your chest eased a little more. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The walk took you both deeper into the woods, and soon, the path widened, leading you to a small clearing. The pond you loved to visit on warm days sparkled in the sunlight, the water glistening as it rippled gently in the breeze. You felt a pull, the quiet invitation of the water, calling to you like it always did.

Without saying much, you kicked off your shoes, feeling the soft grass beneath your feet before stepping closer to the edge of the pond.

"I think I’m going in," you announced, a smile creeping up as you looked over your shoulder at Sukuna.

He raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "You? Swim? I’ve never seen you do anything so... carefree."

A laugh bubbled out of you as you looked down at the water, testing it with your foot. The coolness of it sent a little shock through your system, but it felt refreshing in the heat of the day.

“I don’t do it often, but every now and then… it feels good to just... be free,” you said, your gaze meeting his again, a playful challenge in your eyes. “You should join me.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting. “You’re on your own for this one. I don’t swim.”

You grinned, already stepping into the water, the coolness spreading up your calves as you waded deeper. "Suit yourself," you teased.

The water was soothing, like it was pulling away the last of your tension, leaving you feeling lighter. You turned to face Sukuna, who was still standing at the edge, his eyes following your every movement. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a focused intensity that made something inside you tighten. You couldn’t help but notice how his gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the lines of your body in a way that made your heart beat faster.

And then, to your surprise, a low chuckle slipped from him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“You don’t have to join me,” you shot back with a laugh, splashing some water in his direction.

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he stepped closer to the water, his posture still relaxed but now with a hint of curiosity. “Careful. I don’t forget when someone tries to splash me.”

With a wicked grin, you splashed him again, this time with a little more force. The water hit his chest, and for a moment, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Is that how it’s going to be?” he said, his voice low and playful.

Before you could react, he lunged, reaching forward with incredible speed. His large hand grabbed your arm, pulling you closer with ease, and then—without warning—he tossed you into the deeper part of the pond.

You yelped, a mixture of shock and laughter escaping as you splashed down into the water, feeling the coolness of it swallow you up. When you resurfaced, sputtering and laughing, Sukuna was standing in the shallows, his arms crossed as he watched you with a look of complete amusement.

“Was that your idea of fun?” you laughed, your chest heaving from the excitement of the moment.

Sukuna’s lips curved into a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. “You wanted to play, didn’t you?”

You splashed water at him again, but this time, Sukuna stepped into the water, closing the distance between you. His movements were slow, deliberate, and the air around you seemed to hum with the energy he was giving off.

For a few moments, you just stood there in the water, staring at each other, both of you grinning like you were caught in some playful standoff. Then, out of nowhere, he suddenly scooped you up again, lifting you off your feet with ease.

You squealed in surprise, feeling the rush of air as he tossed you again, this time with less gentleness, sending you tumbling into the water with a loud splash.

The moment you surfaced, both of you burst into laughter—real, unfiltered laughter. It felt like the first time in a long while you’d genuinely enjoyed yourself without any weight hanging over your head. The tension, the fear, the worries—everything melted away with each splash, each teasing exchange, each shared laugh.

Sukuna waded back toward you, his grin a little softer now, though the mischief was still there. “You’re more fun than I thought,” he said, the teasing tone now replaced with something warmer.

You tilted your head, water dripping from your hair as you smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself. I think you’re starting to like it.”

He shrugged, the faintest of smirks still tugging at his lips. “I don’t like to admit it, but… maybe. Just this once.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling lighter than you had in days. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand this new version of yourself. The one who didn’t need approval. The one who could laugh, and swim, and even make the most terrifying god of destruction crack a smile.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be. The sun hung lazily in the sky as the two of you continued to mess around in the water, your laughter ringing out into the open space around you. The carefree moments between you and Sukuna were rare, but somehow, in this small stretch of time, it felt as though the weight of the world was suspended, just out of reach. For a moment, you forgot about everything else—your family, your past struggles—and let yourself simply enjoy the present.

But as the minutes passed, something about the way Sukuna was watching you started to shift. The playfulness in his eyes began to fade, replaced by something deeper, more primal. You noticed the subtle change first—the way his posture seemed to grow larger, broader, as if the very air around him was thickening with power.

And then, with barely any warning, the water around you rippled violently, waves crashing in all directions as Sukuna’s form began to change.

You froze mid-splash, a sharp instinct telling you that this wasn’t a game anymore. Sukuna’s body began to swell, muscles expanding beneath his skin, his whole being expanding in a way that made the surrounding trees seem small in comparison. His eyes glowed, the crimson shade lighting up the water’s surface as his skin rippled with the power surging inside him. The very earth beneath your feet trembled, and the temperature of the air dropped.

And then, just like that, he fully shifted into his hulking, true form.

The towering figure of Sukuna stood before you, his massive form looming above the water. His face was twisted into an expression of lazy amusement, but his posture radiated pure, untamed strength. His four arms were now fully visible—each one massive and covered in intricate tattoos that pulsed with an otherworldly glow. His grin only widened at the stunned look on your face as he stood there, towering over the pond.

For a moment, all you could do was stare at the spectacle in front of you. His true form was like nothing else—a mixture of beauty and terror, dangerous yet strangely... captivating. You’d seen him in this form before, but this was different. This was him, completely unleashed.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna’s voice boomed, his tone rich with amusement. His many arms flexed at his sides, as though the extra limbs were a natural extension of himself. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Your breath caught for a moment, but you shook it off quickly, determined not to let him have the upper hand. "Don’t get too cocky," you shot back, still standing knee-deep in the water, though you had to crane your neck just to meet his eyes now. "You still think you can keep up?"

He grinned—sharp, dangerous, and undeniably playful. His four arms shifted with an almost predatory fluidity as he stepped forward into the water, the ripples from his immense form spreading out, swallowing everything around him in their wake.

"You’ll see," Sukuna rumbled, his voice low, as he crouched down at the edge of the pond.

Before you could react, one of his arms shot out like lightning, grabbing you effortlessly by the waist. The sheer strength of his grip sent a thrill through your chest, but you weren’t about to let him get the last laugh. You pushed against his hold with both hands, trying to wriggle free, but it was like trying to escape the grip of a mountain.

The next thing you knew, Sukuna’s massive, powerful form was moving through the water with you still trapped in his hold. His four arms moved like they were all doing different tasks at once—one arm keeping you pressed against him, while the others reached out to part the water and create a huge splash in every direction.

"You seem to forget," he said, his tone a mixture of amusement and arrogance, "I always win."

You laughed, despite yourself, the situation too absurd to be taken seriously. "Not if I have anything to say about it," you teased, and with a mischievous grin, you kicked your feet free and splashed water up at his face.

The moment you did, his arms shot out like lightning, one grabbing you around the waist while another grabbed your legs, lifting you clean out of the water. His true form allowed him to move with such ease, controlling the water with a grace you never expected. With a devilish grin, Sukuna lowered you back into the water with a quick, playful motion, only to yank you back out again seconds later, as though the very act of dunking you was a game to him.

You gasped, a laugh tearing from you as his four arms began to play with the water like it was a toy—lifting you and then letting you fall back in again, all while sending waves crashing around you. His massive hands scooped you up, twirling you in the air before dropping you back in the water with a playful splash, his smirk never wavering.

It was a strange, intoxicating feeling. The water, once a calm and peaceful place, had turned into a playground of chaos. Each movement from Sukuna sent you spinning or splashing in ways you couldn’t predict, his multiple arms making it feel as though he was everywhere at once—holding you, spinning you, and tossing you around with an effortless grace.

You couldn’t help but laugh even harder, the sound of your joy mixing with the rippling water as you kicked off from his hands, trying to regain control. "Is this all you’ve got?" you taunted, but the challenge was thinly veiled behind your own laughter.

"Oh, you’ll regret that," he warned, though there was a spark of enjoyment in his voice, his amusement evident.

Before you could blink, one of his arms stretched out, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you back under the water, sending you into a dizzying spin. It was like being caught in the current of a powerful river—disorienting but exhilarating all the same.

Sukuna’s laugh rang out as you resurfaced, water dripping from your face. “You’re lucky I don’t do this more often,” he said, his tone a mock threat. "I could drown you in seconds."

You blinked water from your eyes, trying to catch your breath. "Then you’d have no one to play with, huh?"

His grin only grew wider, more predatory, but the playfulness still lingered. “True. But it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have you at my mercy.”

You smirked, a challenge dancing in your eyes. "I think I’d still find a way to escape."

“Is that so?” His eyes glinted with a new, darker edge, and his four arms reached out at once, each one taking hold of different parts of you—holding you steady as he dipped you into the water again, keeping you submerged for just a heartbeat longer than you’d expected.

When he finally released you, you shot up from the water, sputtering but laughing all the same. There was something intoxicating about the power in his form, the way the world around you bent to his will. Yet, despite the overwhelming presence of Sukuna's true form, you couldn’t help but feel a strange comfort, knowing this was just another part of who he was.

It was chaotic, playful, and—somehow—perfect.

Sukuna stood back, his eyes scanning you with something that resembled a more genuine fondness now, though his usual cocky demeanor remained. “You’re still alive, huh? You’re tougher than you look.”

“Not for long, if you keep that up,” you teased, water dripping down your face as you tossed your hair back, not bothering to hide your smile.

"Maybe I’m just getting started," Sukuna replied, his voice almost smug, yet filled with a strange warmth.

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