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Welcome to Sanctuary
Yeah. Hi.
I decided to doodle up my old red eyes Au again. Kinda to celebrate 800. I was gonna do something bigger but ive decided to save it for 1000 if I get there :3
So here's everyone's favorite cult leader.
I kinda redesigned him? Ngl I think the og design I gave him was kinda peak but it did need a little bit more. So I gave him a little hat of Sanctuary (this AUs home) :3
Also yes I have more actual lore now let's go lol.
Silly.
Anyway I'm probably never gonna post about this au again (except maybe to like ... Post redesigns of my old designs) so I might as well tell you the lore
Wally is a prophet of a entity known as, you guessed it, Sanctuary. Sanctuary is neither good nor bad (like most gods and other worldly beings) but rather is trying to do as it's name states. Give sanctuary. It will give one sanctuary so as long as they devote themselves to it. So Wally- he's been devoted a long time.
Well what even is this sanctuary? What does it entail?
Well the lines are a bit blurry. But (according to 'The Prophet' Wally) being apart of the cult is building sanctuary in all worlds. Or something.
But yeah that's all I got for now teehee
#welcome home#welcome home oc#Welcome home red eyes Au#Red Eyes AU#artists on tumblr#my art#wally darling fanart#oc art#welcome home arg#welcome home au#welcome home puppet show#wally darling#Cult AU#800 followers#Wew
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Greatly Exaggerated-
Red Eyes Wally goes to: @dottyorange
#welcome home#welcome home oc#Welcome home Red Eyes AU#Silly’s lol#Why is red eyes Wally so fun yet hard to draw?
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actor au wally for you guys to nom on while i work on oc/story lore :3 i agree he's adorable, but also like. the prettiest man. ever. and i would tell that to his face. everyday.
actor au belongs to @frillsand >w< i love their work and au so much
alt version under the cut, done by request of a very good friend -w-
hehehehe oh to give him a smooch and watch him turn as red as his bow >:3
#i think his apple sweater is one of my absolute favorite outfits for him#ALSO#I FUCKING LOVE HIS EYES LIKE#BROWN EYES WITH A TOUCH OF RED IN THEM???? MMMMMMM 👌✨✨✨✨#DELICIOUS. BEAUTIFUL. SOME OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE EYES 😍#he's absolutely gorgeous -w-#an absolute diva ass bitch#but pretty and adorable and secretly the sweetest lil bean#i love him -w-#and i love the lore for him and sage ive got for this au :3 i think you guys are gonna love it too hehehehehe#anon's art#anon's doodles#welcome home#welcome home fanart#welcome home au#wally darling#wh wally#welcome home wally#wally fanart#wally my beloved#wally au#welcome home wally darling#actor wally darling#actor wally au#diva wally#diva wally au#welcome home actor au#actor au#anon rambles in the tags
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Pentious’s sweet smile stayed on his face for a few seconds before it twisted into something more akin to a grimace. A few more eyes opened around his head, all of them gold instead of glittering red.
#pepper's art#hazbin hotel#sir pentious#god hazbin hotel#tw eye contact#cw eye contact#scopophobia#no el isnt physically present here#his presence is implied XD#ive been wanting to draw something like this for a while and then i got back into welcome home uwu#and MAN is that fandom PERFECT for creepy staring!#anyway this is the 'you done goofed' face and you should run if its ever aimed at you-#no red irises = oh s h i t#fanart#heavenly serpent au
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Artblock sucks, so I drew some more Wallys to counteract it!
(TW: Scopophobia and a lil' bit of poorly drawn gore! [A heart and some blood lol])
Anyways, here are two very different Wallys from two very different AUs! One of the few things they have in common is that I love them so so much!!
Corpse Puppet AU belongs to @sketchquill and Red Eyes AU belongs to @dottyorange !!
What a goober Corpse Groom Wally is! He may literally be a reanimated corpse, but that doesn't stop him from being adorable!! I can't get over how utterly BEAUTIFUL @sketchquill 's art is, especially for this AU!!
Red Eyes Wally is also a goober, but in an entirely different way! This man may not be a corpse, but he certainly seems to enjoy making people into corpses! (And reanimated ones, at that!) I did two versions of him, one where I just kinda slapped OG Wally's colors on him and one where I took inspiration from @dottyorange 's style of traditional art!
BONUS WALLY!!!
This is Liminal Space Wally created by Professor Jake on YouTube!! This piece looks so different because I drew it about a month ago! I've been waiting for an excuse to post this dude, and I figured he would fit in with this post, so here you go!!
(The background picture is from Google, lol!)
Also! Just as a reminder! None of this is canon to partycoffin's original Welcome Home!!
#welcome home#welcomehome#welcome home wally#wally darling#corpse puppet au#red eyes au#welcome home au#not my au#au#if you couldn't tell wally's my favorite lol#art#digital art#my art#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH#if you couldn't tell I LOVE AUs!!!#and I have ever since the whole Undertale AU thing!
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CULTS CULTS CULTS CULTS CULTS—
YES I DREW THIS AUUU!!
You might tell that I went through a field day with this one…
Red eyes!Barnaby and SAS! Barnaby having something in common lmao
Who can forget Wally? He’s totally trustworthy!!!
LOOK AT FRANK AND HIS CAPE
LOOK AT IT!!!
He’s totally trustworthy guys!! He has apples!
(Red eyes au belongs to @dottyorange !! Go check em out! N O W)
(Self aware swap au belongs to yours truly!!)
#welcome home#welcome home au#red eyes au#self-aware swap au#wally darling#welcome home wally#barnaby b beagle#welcome home barnaby#welcome home frank#frank frankly#I HAD SOOOO MUCH FUN DRAWING#I had a BLAST
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Hehehe
Pixel art of Welcome home AU's
Red eyes! AU belongs to @dottyorange
Corpse Groom! AU belongs to @sketchquill
Vocoloid! AU belongs to @sedittedice
I already posted the last one but still-
Home Bound! AU belongs to @soda-sparkss
Any other AU's should I draw?
#drawing#artwork#doodle#sketch#digital art#digital artwork#procreate#digital drawing#art#welcome home#Welcome home AU#Welcomed home au#Welcomed home au fanart#pixel art#Home Bound! AU#corpse puppet au#Red eyes! AU#vocoloid! AU
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Howdy Neighbors! Here are the stills from today’s TikTok! This was such a fun one haha! I used mine and MO! Wally’s human versions for this! Back to puppets now though. The eye contact was rough for this one haha!
#welcome home au#biggering au#onceler wally#onceler#greedler wally#red flags#the eye contact was much harder with his human version#idk if it was the pupils or what#human onceler wally
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✮ sylus x wife!reader
contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.
꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result.
part two here. ꒱
⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.
⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).
⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.
⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”
⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.
⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.
⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.
⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.
⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”
⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.
#ᨳ ₊˚ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩.𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬#sylus#sylus x reader#l&ds x reader#love and deepspace x reader#sylus love and deepspace#lnds sylus#sylus lnd#sylus l&ds#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace
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oh oH OH but i need matteo, theo and enzo to be extremly frustrated and jealous when they noticed that we do bring home some guys!! like they're trying so hard to act nonchalant and like they don't care at all BUT they're secretly seething and plotting how they can stop us from getting any because how dare we?? we have three premium dicks at home, we don't need mediocre dick from the street heLLOOO
new girl au — in which you live with theodore, mattheo and lorenzo
“you gotta be quiet, okay? my roommates are fucking annoying and i really want to avoid them.” you whisper urgently to cedric as you slowly turn the creaky handle of the front door, carefully opening it and swiftly dragging him inside. from the kitchen, you hear theo, mattheo and enzo’s loud voices, overlapping as they chat and laugh uncontrollably, the noise echoing through the apartment.
“go that way.” you whisper again, pointing as you tip-toe nervously toward your bedroom while tightly gripping cedric’s hand to guide him. you hold your breath, tense with anticipation, desperately trying not to make a sound. and you think you’ve succeeded— until you hear mattheo’s nagging voice.
“so you’re not even going to introduce your new friend to us?” you groan in frustration, slowly turning on your heel before forcing a bright, yet clearly fake smile. “oh! i didn’t know you guys were home.” “bullshit.” theo mutters under his breath, making you roll your eyes in sheer annoyance.
“anyway, this is cedric. now, if you guys don’t mind—” “cedric, huh? welcome to our glamorous house. make yourself at home.” lorenzo says in the laziest, most indifferent tone, not even bothering to look at cedric.
then mattheo chimes in, his voice dripping with mocking amusement, “you’re like the fifth guy he’s had to say that to this week, so he’s a bit tired of it already, y’know.” your eyes widen in surprise, and your lips form a thin, displeased line while feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“what!? that— that’s not even true! cedric, don’t listen—”
“yeah, she’s fucking a guy in there like every night. we’re barely getting any sleep these days.” theo adds with a derisive chuckle, sarcastically winking at you as he takes a sip from his drink.
“and she doesn’t just fuck guys from outside these walls, if you know what i mean. but i’m sure she told you.” lorenzo smirks cockily, a self-satisfied and arrogant expression plastered on his face. at this point, you see red as you glare at each of them with narrowed eyes and your jaw tightly clenched, while cedric stands awkwardly by your side, giving you an uneasy and uncomfortable smile.
“uhm, hey… guys. nice to meet you. it’s— it’s a nice apartment you have.”
“cedric, you can go to my room. i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”
it’s dead silent as you’re glaring daggers at the boys, your arms folded tightly across your chest, before you finally hear your bedroom door click shut. “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD! what the FUCK is wrong with you guys!? oh my god, i’m so done with—”
“relax, baby. it’s just guy banter, alright? you clearly don’t get it, but he does.” lorenzo explains nonchalantly with a smug expression, but you know he’s full of shit, seeing right through him. you furiously storm towards them and slap each of the boys angrily on the back of their heads.
“ow! what was that for?” mattheo asks, wincing in pain and rubbing the back of his head. “are you fucking serious?! you guys are cockblocking me, you dumb fuck.”
“calm down, piccola. you know we love you, hm?” theo comments teasingly, tightly wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, planting a quick, playful kiss on your head.
“this isn’t love! pull shit like this again and i swear to god, i’ll kill each one of you with my bare fucking hands.” “yes ma’am. got it ma’am. please kill mattheo first, ma’am.” “oh fuck you enzo.”
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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡
#♡₊˚ for arina 🍒・₊#anon#new girl au#mattheo riddle#theodore nott#theo nott#lorenzo berkshire#enzo berkshire#mattheo riddle x reader#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#enzo berkshire x reader#lorenzo berkshire smut#theo nott smut#mattheo riddle smut#theodore nott smut#lorenzo berkshire x reader#mattheo riddle drabble#mattheo riddle blurb#mattheo riddle imagine#theodore nott blurb#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott drabble#theo nott drabble#theo nott imagine#lorenzo berkshire drabble#lorenzo berkshire blurb#lorenzo berkshire imagine#enzo berkshire imagine#enzo berkshire drabble
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its not long now before KOSA is going to congress, and likely approved.
I want to say goodbye. Being on here has been wonderful, and I'll miss everyone.
Maybe by some miracle this bill won't be passed, but it's unlikely. So take this as my final.. goodbye.
We're all gonna miss this trainwreck..
Most of all..
Thank you all for everything. Thank you.. so much.
But before it's finalized, let's do everything we can to stop it. We need to stay determined!
Stay strong. For everyone
And any other petition
Who knows
Maybe a miracle will happen
#stop kosa#stop the genocide#Goodbye.#final goodbye#Final post#Probably#welcome home#welcome home au#Welcome home red eyes AU#Hanabee Wasp#Ace TADC#Among the clouds#YIT's little world#Among the clouds clowen#Angelina ATC#ATC#drawings#art process#art tag#my art#artists on tumblr#art#artwork#kosa bill#internet freedom#bad internet bills#internet censorship#kids online safety act#kosa
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“Freshly plucked.”
I had to ok I haaaaaad to ok @dottyorange
I had to but Um Red Eyes Wally and Israel Yippie!
#welcome home#Welcome home oc#welcome home Red Eyes Au#Red Eyes Wally Darling#Heheh time to pluck a few petals lol
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YES THANK YOU BROWN EYED WALLY SUPREMACY
actor au wally for you guys to nom on while i work on oc/story lore :3 i agree he's adorable, but also like. the prettiest man. ever. and i would tell that to his face. everyday.
actor au belongs to @frillsand >w< i love their work and au so much
alt version under the cut, done by request of a very good friend -w-
hehehehe oh to give him a smooch and watch him turn as red as his bow >:3
#I love his eyes too#brown eyes with a touch of red in them???? mmmmmmm 👌✨✨✨✨#welcome home fanart#welcome home actor au#actor wally darling#wally darling au
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Ryomen Sukuna gets a new nanny for his son.
Minors DNI. WC: 4.9K
CW: Noncurse AU, DILF!CEO!Sukuna, smut, creampie, implied multiple rounds, kinda mean Sukuna, Sukuna is not great with feelings, broken promises, Yuji is Sukuna's son, there will probably be a part 2 to this story
You glanced up from the crumpled slip of paper in your hand, which bore the address of your new employer. The sleek glass building loomed ahead, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display. The hum of the city filled the air, heightening the nervous flutter in your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you pushed through the heavy revolving door, entering this new chapter of your life.
As you entered, you spotted a security guard. He was in his 40s, wearing a simple uniform and donning a hat with bits of his salt and pepper hair sticking out at the bottom. The man offered you a slight smile and said, "Can I help you, ma'am?"
You nodded, "Yes, please. I’m here for Ryomen Sukuna.”
"Could I see your ID miss?" You pulled out your wallet, pulling out and handing over your ID to him. He examined the card silently, peering at you occasionally before turning his attention towards the computer. You nervously twiddled with your fingers as you waited. "Thank you miss l/n. You'll want to take the last elevator down the hall to the right. That is the only one that can take you to the penthouse. Mrs. Ono will meet you at the door."
He handed your ID back. "Okay, thank you."
"Of course, good luck miss. You're gonna need it," he whispered the last bit. His words made you hesitate, a sense of apprehension settling in your gut.
You found the elevator waiting for you. As you stepped inside, you pressed the button to take you to your destination. As the elevator began to rise, a wave of anticipation washed over you, and you instinctively rubbed your sweaty palms against the worn fabric of your jeans.
The elevator's ding announced your arrival, the doors opening to a breathtaking atrium. You stepped, your eyes taking in the stunning entry. A lofty ceiling with a domed skylight flooded the space with natural light. Exquisite stained glass cast colorful patterns on the cream-colored walls, creating an enchanting atmosphere like something from a Bridgerton book.
"Miss l/n?" Your eyes snapped to the double doors opposite the elevator. You had become so mesmerized that you hadn't even paid any attention to the large double doors that entered the residence. A sweet-looking woman in her late 40s or early 50s stood in the doorway. Her outfit was plain, with regular jeans and a tucked-in red polo, with black hair and a few white hairs slicked back into a tight bun. Her smile was genuine as she greeted you. "You're here! I was beginning to believe Mr. Sukuna had scared off every possible nanny the agency had to offer!"
You offer a quick bow. Her words remind you of the doorman's comments. How many nannies has this man employed? "Uh, yes. Hello. You must be Mrs. Ono?"
"I am!" The woman ushered you in, "Come in, please. I'm so happy you're here."
Entering the home, you are welcomed by a spacious entryway with high ceilings, similar to those outside. The apartment features a modern design, with a large staircase leading to the upper level on the right. Just beyond the stairs is the living room, which boasts floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city of Tokyo.
"Welcome! My name is Asami Ono, I am Mr. Sukuna's house keeper," she chuckled. "How about a tour?"
The tour went well, but the condo turned out to be larger than you had expected. It featured a spacious kitchen, living room, and dining room. There were four bedrooms, one of which was yours since you would live there as a nanny. The home was simply decorated and appeared staged, not lived-in. There wasn't even a single photo displayed.
On the tour, you discovered that Mrs. Ono was only meant to be a part-time housekeeper. However, with the sudden departure of the last nanny, she took on the temporary role of caring for Yuji, Ryomen Sukuna's son.
"And here," Ms. Ono paused at a door at the end of the hallway on the second floor. "Is your room."
She opened the door, revealing a spacious bedroom. You entered and placed your luggage by the door, taking in the room's appearance. The room had hardwood floors with a simple gray rug at its center. To the right was a plush queen-sized bed, and to the left was a door that led to a bathroom.
"You have your own bathroom, and Yuji's room is down the room across the hall. Do you have any questions?"
"When will Yuji and Mr. Sukuna arrive?"
"Yuji's at a friend's today. I thought it best that we get you settled in before you meet him," she said simply. "Yuji is a sweet boy, but he can be a handful. As for Mr. Sukuna, his work keeps him busy, but I am sure you'll cross paths with him eventually."
"I see," you hum. This wasn't the first job you had taken with parents that made themselves scarce; it was common in your work.
"Well, if you have no other questions, I will leave you to settle in." She nodded toward the desk in the corner of the room. "Everything you need to know, like Yuji's schedule and food preferences, is on the desk for you. I'll be downstairs preparing dinner if you need anything."
You spent the next couple of hours unpacking and familiarizing yourself with everything you needed to know about your newest client. There was little information about Mr. Sukuna that you didn't already know: he was a single dad and the CEO of a large corporation. Most of the information focused on his son, Yuji. The provided picture showed a young boy with pink hair and a bright smile. According to the schedule and details, he was just your average 4-year-old.
When you made your way downstairs, the sun had begun to set. A delicious and comforting aroma filled the air as you entered the kitchen. "It smells fantastic in here."
Mrs. Ono gave you a warm smile as she continued to stir the contents of the pot. "Good, I hope you're hungry."
"Mrs. Ono, I'm home."
Mrs. Ono wiped her hands on her apron and gave you a small smile before peeking her head around the corner toward the entryway. "Yuji," Mrs. Ono called out. "I have someone I'd like you to meet."
Yuji entered the kitchen, his eyes falling on you with interest. He paused; you could already see the whirlwind of questions he was bursting to ask you behind his bright eyes. "Hello, I'm Yuji."
"Hello Yuji," you crouched down, meeting him at his eye level before smiling. "My name is F/N L/N, but you can call me F/N if you would like."
Mrs. Ono patted Yuji's mop of pink hair as she spoke. "Yuji, this will be your new nanny."
Yuji tilted his head. "Do you like to paint?
"I love to paint," you giggled as you watched Yuji's expression transform into pure excitement, his smile bright as he buzzed with joy.
The evening unfolded smoothly. Mrs. Ono left shortly after dinner, eager to return home to her husband. Yuji was put to bed not long after that.
After spending a few more hours in your room, unwinding and watching a movie, you finally decide to call it a night. You go downstairs to the kitchen for a drink, noticing the light is still on as you go to the kitchen for a drink. Did you forget to turn it off before?
As you rounded the corner to enter the kitchen, you suddenly stopped. Leaning against the counter was a large man. His eyes were closed, and the back of his head rested against a kitchen cabinet. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, as he held a glass of whiskey in his right hand. You could see the black lines of tattoos peeking through his thin dress shirt, and you recognized the familiar shade of pink hair.
Was this Yuji's dad?
Lost in thought, you accidentally bumped into the side table by the kitchen entry. The man's eyes snapped to you.
"Who the hell are you?" he snapped, standing to his full height. His beautiful yet intimidating eyes burned into you from across the room. His lips pressed into a tight line as he waited for your response. "Well?"
You flinched at his harsh tone. "I-I'm the new n-nanny."
Setting down his drink, he saunters towards you. His eyes, intense and unwavering, never leaving you. He reminded you of a predator, and you were the prey.
"So you are my son's new nanny," he said, circling you. "Let's hope you're more competent than the last one."
The familiar beep of your alarm jerked you awake. How was it already morning? You had gotten very little rest, as your mind was filled with thoughts about your new employer—some less than pure thoughts.
With a groan, you threw your covers off your body to begin your day.
The first thing you did was start the coffee. It would be a long day, and you needed every bit of energy you could get. The sound of the front door caught your attention just as you started breakfast. Conflicting emotions of excitement and a tinge of fear struck you at the possibility of Ryomen Sukuna rounding the corner.
“Hello,” disappointment floods you at the sound of Mrs. Ono’s voice.
You shake off your disappointment, returning to your task at hand, before calling out to Mrs. Ono. “Hi. I’m in the kitchen!”
The older woman walked into the kitchen smiling, setting her bag on the counter. “Good morning, dear! How was your first night? Did everything go alright?”
“Yes,” you replied. “Yuji was perfect.”
“Ah yes, not surprising. He’s a good boy.”
You nod in agreement, but your thoughts wander to your peculiar encounter with Yuji's father. Despite the briefness of your interaction, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between father and son. "Mrs. Ono," you start, feeling uncertain. "Could you tell me more about Mr. Sukuna?"
Mrs. Ono raised a brow, “did something happen?”
"No," you replied almost too quickly, trying to avoid eye contact as you pretended to concentrate entirely on the pancakes you were making. "Well, kind of. I met him last night."
The air grew tense. At first, you were worried you had done something wrong.
“What did he do? Did he say something?” Her normal cheerful tone shifted to something teetering on anger. Still, it was clear the anger was not directed towards you. The response confirmed your suspicions of a possible issue between Ryomen and the previous nannies.
“He didn’t actually do anything,” you explain the brief interaction to her.
“That man,” she huffed. “Mr. Sukuna is a complicated man with very high standards, especially regarding his son. This has resulted in…difficulties in keeping a long term nanny for Yuji.”
“What kind of difficulties,” you inquire. A feeling of apprehension blooming.
“If one thing goes wrong, the nanny would be out for some of the most ridiculous reasons. Things such as Yuji getting a scrapped knee at the park or Yuji being upset over something the nanny couldn’t control. Some have just quit, too, after meeting Mr. Sukuna. He can be a bit intimidating, as you can imagine, and temperamental.”
You could imagine. “Why is he so difficult then? How do you handle it?”
“Mr. Sukuna didn’t have it easy growing up, I’m afraid, but that’s all I can really say about that,” a pained expression on her face. “I've known him for many years, and I know under his tough exterior he is a good man who wants the best for his son.”
Your thoughts swirled at Mrs. Ono’s words, leaving you more curious about your employer. You peered at the clock; it was well past 7 a.m. now. “I should wake Yuji; I wouldn’t want him late for school.”
“Did you make pancakes?” You and Mrs. Ono looked at the kitchen entryway. There stood a sleepy-looking Yuji, still in his pajamas and clutching his teddy bear.
“We sure did,” you said with a significant smile, holding the stake pancakes. “Hope you’re hungry."
Yuji's face brightened at the sight, and he rushed to his place at the table, eager to have breakfast.
You had developed a soft spot for Yuji in just two short weeks of working for the Sukuna's. He was a ray of sunshine in your eyes; his contagious optimism never failed to bring a smile to your face. Even at such a young age, Yuji displayed so much selflessness. He became your little helper, always going out of his way to help you with chores, cooking, shopping, etc.
“No,” Yuji laughed as he saw your version of a dog you had painted.
“What do you mean no?” Tonight, you and Yuji were spending a night in, Yuji begging for an arts and crafts night. You had agreed to set up the kitchen table with paint, crayons, and glitter. The works, really.
“That’s not a dog!” He giggled, bringing his paintbrush to your canvas. “That looks like a yucky blob.”
You fake gasped as you clutched your chest. “Good sir, are you saying I’m horrible at painting?” He nodded, a shy giggle coming from the young boy. In one swift motion, you pulled Yuji into your lap, tickling his sides. The young boy laughed as he wiggled in your grasp. “Take it back.”
“No,” he yelled.
The exchange continued until the sound of a cleared throat made you freeze. Standing in the entryway was Ryomen. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but his eyes had an unusual softness. You hadn't even noticed the door opening; how long had he been standing there?
“Daddy!” Yujji cheered as he sprung from your lap, launching at his father's legs, causing Ryomen to tense. “Daddy, miss l/n, and I were making some art. Can you come paint with me, please?”
“I’m not really a painter, Yuji,” his father responded.
“That’s okay, miss l/n isn’t very good either but she’s still painting!”
“Yuji,” you exclaimed.
Yuji snickered, a small huff escaping Ryomen’s lips. “Please daddy? Pretty please daddy,” Yuji begged.
“Fine,” he sighed. Yuji cheered as he took his father’s hand, leading him to your table.
Watching Ryomen Sukuna, a figure known for his massive and intimidating presence, sit cross-legged on the floor was a sight to behold. He was surprisingly gentle as he painted together with his son. This version of Ryomen contrasted sharply with his usual fierce demeanor.
This unexpected moment of tenderness was heartwarming. It took every ounce of restraint not to grab your phone and capture the scene before you.
“What,” Ryomen spat. “Do I have something on my face?”
Heat flooded your face as the tender moment came to an abrupt halt. You hadn’t even realized you were staring. Shaking your head, you said, “No. Sorry, sir.”
His lips moved into a smirk, eyes scanning your own work. “Tch. Yuji was right. You really can’t paint."
Like father like son.
What began as arts and crafts evolved into a movie as time passed. To your surprise, Ryomen chose to join in.
You had made a large bowl of popcorn for the three of you to share. You settled on one side of the couch while Ryomen took the other. About halfway through the movie, Yuji grew tired; it was well past his bedtime, so it was no surprise. He curled up on his side, his head resting on your lap and his feet touching his father's thigh.
As the end credits began rolling, you gently ran your fingers through Yuji's hair. "I guess it's bedtime," you whispered, turning your head to face Ryomen.
Your breath caught in your throat as you noted his intense stare. While there was no warmth in his features, something in his eyes hinted otherwise. “I should get Yuji to bed.”
“No,” he said firmly. You watched curiously as he stepped towards you, bending down to pluck Yuji from your embrace. “I’ll do it.”
You swallowed hard as you watched the two walk away before shaking yourself from the daze. There was still cleanup to do, and it seemed like a good distraction.
You were about halfway through washing the dishes when Ryomen walked in. “He’s in bed.”
“Good,” you spoke, not looking up.
You expected him to leave, but to your surprise, he walked towards you, grabbed a rag, and began to dry the dishes. You started to protest, but Ryomen quickly hushed you, and a comfortable silence settled between you both.
It felt so domestic.
"Yuji seems happy," he spoke suddenly.
"He's a happy kid," you agree. "A good kid actually. He always wants to help everyone with everything."
"I don't know where he gets that from," Ryomen grunted as he dried the last dish. When you looked at each other, there was a heavy silence as your gazes met. Suddenly, Ryomen reached out, his warm hand cupping his cheek. His thumb delicately brushes under your eye. A surge of electricity coursed through you at the touch.
"You had paint." He pulled his hand back as he spoke but kept his gaze locked with yours. He moved closer to you, his warmth enveloping your body. You craved even more closeness from him, yearning for his touch and the chance to touch him in return. But just when you thought it might happen, he stepped away and cleared his throat. "It's getting late, you should probably get some rest."
"R-right," you agreed, embarrassed at your taboo thoughts. "Goodnight,".You quickly retreated to your bedroom, needing to create as much distance between yourself and Ryomen as possible.
Things changed after that night. Ryomen began to be around more, coming home occasionally in the evenings. Sometimes, he would join us for dinner or a movie. These visits were never planned; he would simply show up. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Yuji as happy as he is now. With each interaction, you see Ryomen in a new light. The man you once thought was intimidating now shows a softer side with his son.
During these times, Ryomen's attitude towards you shifted as well. It wasn't uncommon that you would spy his eyes on you, that devilish smirk gracing his lips. Or when you would pass him something, his touch would linger, leaving you wanting more. And when Yuji was put to bed, Ryomen would always come down and help you tidy up no matter how much you protested.
It seemed so natural.
As the weeks went by and the seasons shifted, the fall play approached. Yuji proudly announced that he had been cast as the Big Bad Wolf. Yuji was over the moon about it, and the next time he saw his dad, Yuji made him a pinky promise that he would go see him perform.
A few nights before the play, you sat at the kitchen table, putting the finishing touches on Yuji’s costume for the next day while sipping wine. Ryomen had come home for dinner and taken over Yuji’s nighttime routine, for which you were very grateful.
“Yuji’s asleep,” Ryomen said as he entered the kitchen. You hummed in response, watching him grab a glass of whiskey before sitting opposite you. As he sipped his drink, you couldn’t help but secretly admire the man before you. Even in his relaxed state, his presence was hard to ignore. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table while holding his drink in one hand. “The costume looks good,” he remarked.
“It better,” you snorted. “I’ve been working on it long enough.”
He chuckled. “He’s really excited about this play.”
“That’s Yuji for you. Always excited and happy, one of the many things I’ve learned to love about the kid.” You sat back, holding up the costume proudly, “Finished!”
Ryomen whistled, “Guess we have reason to celebrate.”
You put the costume aside as Ryomen tops off your glass of wine and pours himself another glass of whiskey. You raise a brow as you return to your seat. “So we are celebrating me finishing a costume?”
“Not just any costume, but the most amazing big bad wolf costume,” he emphasizes the words "big bad" as he leans closer to you, bringing his drink to his lips.
"It's late." You stand, a slight buzz from the wine. That was your signal that staying here would lead to nothing good, especially with the hungry eyes Ryomen was giving you. "I should go to bed."
Ryomen grabbed your wrist, giving you pause as you stared back at him. His eyes pleading. "Don't go."
It's unclear who made the first move, but suddenly, everything is happening at once. Feverish hands are roaming over your skin as clothes are hastily discarded, leaving you in only your underwear. Ryomen lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before placing you on the kitchen table.
His lips moved down your body, leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth to your chest. Ryomen pulls down your bra, exposing your perked nipples. As one hand twists and teases one nipple, his mouth eagerly latches onto the other. Your back arches as the sensation takes over your body. Your legs wrap around his waist, forcing his clothed cock to hit your aching core. Your need for release is overwhelming.
"Look at you, already desperate for my cock and I've barely touched you." Ryomen mumbled against your breast.
His lips trailed down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and marks in their wake. With each bite and lick, his hunger only grew more intense. He hooked his fingers into the fabric of your panties, pulling them down agonizingly slowly as a twisted smile spread across his face, seeming to enjoy the power he has over you. Subconsciously, you tried to close your legs, only for Ryomen to force them back open.
"Don't," he warned, giving your inner thigh a slap.
Ryomen’s gaze intensified as he took in the sight of you sprawled out on the kitchen table before him. To him, you were like a delicious feast waiting to be devoured. His fingers trailed down your legs, causing your skin to tingle with anticipation before reaching between your thighs. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers ran down your folds.
"So wet," he licked his lips before inserting one of his large fingers. "And tight."
Your head was enveloped in a thick fog as Ryomen’s finger pumped into you at an agonizingly slow pace. His gaze bore into your very soul, from your drenched sex to your trembling face. It was too much to handle; you had to avert your eyes before he consumed you completely.
He withdrew his finger, giving your clit a firm slap that elicited a yelp from your mouth. "Don't look away," he snarled. You turned back to face the man between your legs, his eyes burning.
"I'm sorry," you mumble.
Ryomen leans over you, his body pressing against yours as he stands. His hands are firmly planted on either side of your shoulders, and you can feel his clothed arousal rubbing against your own heat. A strangled moan escapes your lips at the sensation, causing you to instinctively grind yourself against him. His face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "If you're going to apologize," he murmurs, "do it properly."
"I'm sorry, sir."
“Good girl.” Ryomen’s satisfied grin spread across his face as he drew back, his hand tracing a slow path back to your dripping core. But he granted you no relief, only teasing grazing your clit.
You try to remain calm, but your hands tightly grip the table's edge. You crave more; you desperately need more. "Please," you beg, body trembling. "Don't tease me, sir."
"Hm, you think you deserve more?"
You couldn't believe how desperate you sounded as you replied, "Yes please, I deserve more."
"Since you asked nicely."
He pushed two fingers into you, the sensation flooding your body with pure pleasure. With each powerful pump, his knuckle grazes against your throbbing clit, sending electric shocks through you. Meanwhile, his other hand moved toward your chest, playing with your sensitive nipples. You bite your lip, struggling to suppress the primal moans threatening to escape as the knot in your belly tightens.
You were on the edge of bliss when Ryomen withdrew his hands. Before you could protest, Ryomen listed you off the kitchen table and pressed you against the kitchen counter, Ryomen standing behind you. The rustle of his pants catches your attention, but before you can see what's happening, Ryomen pushes your head down. You uttered a small cry as your face and chest pressed against the cold marble surface.
His fat head is moved up and down your folds. You tilt your head a little, catching a glimpse of Ryomen’s member. "The only place you’re allowed to cum tonight in on my cock," he growls.
Ryomen's throbbing cock plunged deep into your core, igniting a primal fire within you. Your face contorted in ecstasy as Ryomen mercilessly pounded into you with a punishing pace, the force of each thrust causing your hips to slam into the counter you were being pressed against. Pleasure and pain merged into overwhelming bliss.
Ryomen's nails press into the soft flesh of your hips. He adjusts his position, raising you so your feet are no longer touching the ground. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, arching and writhing with each deliberate movement.
Ryomen grips a handful of your hair and pulls you up against his chest, pressing your back into him. He presses his lips into the shell of your ear. "Look at you, completely fucked out. Do you want to cum, my little pet?" His husky voice sends shivers down your spine.
"Yes." You gasped, "yes sir please."
He let go of your hair and stepped back, giving his hands full access to your throbbing clit. His fingers rubbed circles on it as he thrust into you more vigorously. Your screams of pleasure are uncontrollable as he hits depths within you that have never been touched before. You cling to the edge of the counter, your face buried into the crook of your arm, trying to muffle your lewd sounds.
Finally, you were pushed off the cliff. The force of your release almost unbearable as shockwaves rippled through your entire body, causing your cunt to spasm uncontrollably. Through the haze of pleasure, you could hear a string of curses escaping from Ryomen. Still, your mind was too occupied with the overwhelming sensations to process anything else. He continued to fuck you relentlessly, each thrust bringing you to tears from the overstimulation. But just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he gave a harsh thrust, fully pushing into you as you felt his warmth fill you.
You stayed in that position for a moment, feeling Ryomen pull out, his cum dripping down your leg.
Your legs felt weak, making you unsure if you could even stand. But before you could attempt it, Ryomen scooped you into his arms and headed towards the stairs with a mischievous smirk. "You didn't think I was finished with you?"
You felt the ache in your body as you woke up in Ryomen’s bed. The man had fulfilled his promise, and you had spent several hours in his bed before succumbing to exhaustion. The fog of lust and alcohol cleared, and reality hits you like a ton of bricks: you had slept with your boss. A wave of panic overcame you. You immediately slipped out of his bed, fearing his reaction if you had stayed until he awoke.
You sat on the edge of your bed, thoughts swirling about what would happen in the morning. Footsteps in the hallway made you sit up as fear gripped your heart. There was a knock at the door, and you held your breath, knowing who stood on the other side. "Y/n," his voice sounded uncertain.
Sliding off your bed, you moved towards the door, opening it just enough to see Ryomen. There was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The hesitance etched on his face was not something you had seen from him before. "Good morning, sir."
"Listen," he rubbed the back of his neck. "About last night-"
"It was a mistake," you blurted without thinking. You didn't want to hear what he had to say, your heart aching at the list of potential things he would say. "I'm sorry; it was very unprofessional of me."
Ryomen's face twisted in pain, his fist clenched tight, knuckles white. "A mistake, right," he said. He turned to return to his room but paused. In an icy tone, he spoke, "Make sure to clean the kitchen before Yuji wakes up."
If it had been two days since you last spoke to him. Two days since you had slept with him. Now, here you sat alone, watching Yuji's play. No sign of Ryomen anywhere in the crowd.
As the final bows concluded, you noticed Yuji scanning the crowd with his eyes. They brightened when he spotted you, but his smile faded as he looked around you. You instantly realized he understood that his dad had broken his promise.
tag: @zezedoesshit
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WARNING: SCOPOPHOBIA AND BRIGHT COLORS!!
“Join us, we are always watching”
(Hey @dottyorange, finally made ur gift!)
Wow Wally really puts the Red in the Red Eyes Au!
Also! This is my first time drawing something mildly horrifying! I think it turned out okay!
Here’s the ALT version!
#welcome home#welcome home au#red eyes au#wally darling#welcome home wally#👁️👁️#he is looking#at you🫵#join him#he is waiting!#scopohobia tw#horror#tw bright colors
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HERE IT IS
NOTE: The animation stops at 27 seconds
Red eyes! AU Belongs to @dottyorange
Izareal (Is that how you spell it? I'm sorry I'm dumb asf) belongs to @thegenderconfusedpuffball
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