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garoujo · 1 year ago

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✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you get the impression there might be alot of things your boyfriend is holding back on exploring.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, cnc, predator x prey, outside / wood scenes, some rough play, he’s such a tease, minimal prep ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hiiii this idea literally hit me like a brick so i had to get it out my system before i died w it <3 honestly i cut this off a little earlier than originally planned because my brain couldn’t do a whole fic but i hope u guys enjoy regardless :3

you’d enjoyed your day out with gojo as you notice the way the sky around you both has began to darken pretty quickly, but you appreciate the change of scenery— grateful that he’d offered to take you out on a little day trip. he’d insisted he knew a place with a pretty view that was close to one of the school campuses, apparently it was used to host the kyoto sister-school good-will event a few months ago.

that was your destination now as you both walk down the street in that direction, your hand is in his but you still shiver despite the way his palm is warm around yours. his thumb strokes it’s way along your skin as you turn to look at him, it’s an innocent touch as you listen to him talk about his day but the air feels stuffy between you both— your hairs standing on edge before his hand squeezes.

your eyes meet gojo’s as you turn and you notice the way his strays to trail down the pretty line of your throat, sweeping along your figure in you’re pretty dress. his gaze is dark and expectant, but the smirk on his lips looks as pleased as ever as a tinge of anticipation makes you feel suddenly too hot for your skin. still, you smile when you feel his fingers skim from your hand up your arm then across to your lower back, an encouraging sort of touch that urges you to lean in closer.

“you cold?” he asks despite the way he can probably feel the heat running beneath you skin, his hands stroking slowly along your spine as his breathing fans along the shell of your ear. but a shiver still manages to pass through you when he squeezes at your waist.

you let him hold you for a few moments on the side of the street, you’re close to where you’re headed— you can see the tree line break when you turn to your left. you huff and gojo presses his lips to your cheek before he sighs into your ear, his words a low, drawl of a sound as he speaks to you only.

“one, two..”

the electricity that seems to rush through you is enough to make you quiver before you break away from his suddenly loose grip, something in your lower abdomen squeezing as your breathing becomes erratic.

the stride you take is quick as you rush quickly down the side walk, nobody seems to notice your sudden escape from the man’s arms that you looked so comfortable in a moment ago and even if they do— they don’t bother asking. the wind feels warm as it blows through you but you don’t dare look back, you can basically feel the hungry, crystalline gaze on your figure as the rush of adrenaline in your system seems to push you faster.

you can see the entrance to the trees as you make your way towards it, it’s dark but you feel the thrill ignite something in your nerves as you brush by the people still left on the street. your chest feels tight, it’s barely started but your heart is already pounding, beating at your ribs like it’s trying to climb up your throat as you near the outskirts of the campus.

you approach the opening before you allow yourself a quick glance over your shoulder, it’s a momentary look but it’s enough to make something warm shoot down your spine when you notice the looming figure in the crowd. his eyes are still locked in your direction despite the distance, like he can still see you— feel you from so far away as you finally decide to put your adrenaline to good use with your first step into a jog.

but you don’t notice that the figure seems to already have vanished from the crowd by the time you turn back around.

it’s quiet as the forest seems to swallow you whole, leaving you with only your breathing and the sound of your footsteps as you drink up the response that your body seems to have to this, to him. your heart is racing as you run but the air does wonders for your overheating skin, fanning over your features as you push yourself even deeper into the shadows.

you push yourself through a sprouting bush as your head twitches instinctively at a noise to your left and you swear you see it, him— the crystalline blue from his gaze as he stands a few feet away and you gasp, before suddenly it’s gone and you feel the sudden urge to go faster.

“what’s this, hm? aren’t you a cute lil thing.” it’s like an echo the way his low drawl travels through the trees around you, like something haunting as you almost lose your footing. it feels like he’s everywhere at once, deliberately letting himself flash into your peripheral vision— you can hear him in the trees above you, the bushes to your side, in the direction you’re heading towards.

“well, gotta be faster than that. come on, you can do it. don’t wanna make it too easy for me.”

your head twitches slightly before you duck into the heavier oak tree to your right for a breath, you can barely hear anything with the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears — there’s a throb between your thighs, fuelled by the lick of fear that follows before you hear the crunch of the grass behind you.

“oh? thats clever. but you can’t hide forever, don’t go shy on me now.” gojo drawls in the distance, dangerously as you try to suck in quick breathes, feeling your lungs quake with each exhale before you try to catch a glance behind you, eager to know his location— but you need to keep yourself moving.

“lookin’ for me?” you shriek when you snap your head back around to see him already in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets as he tilts his head down at you smugly. it’s like fight or flight the way you go to push past him to set off again but he’s already gone by the time you even blink, leaving you with your heart in your throat and the echo of his chuckle, left to only listen for his next location.

you feel like you’re caught in his web and every movement only tangles you further, but you can’t deny the flicker of lust at the base of your spine that comes with it.

it’s quiet for a few moments except from the rush of your own feet, like you’re being taunted with the taste of an escape, until you hear it— for the first time hear him, his footsteps as you try to steal a look into the darkness behind you that feels like it’s threatening to swallow you entirely.

then that’s when you actually see it, the way gojo’s tall form seems to rip its way from the shadows like he’s finally stopped playing with you — something unhinged and a little wild in his eyes as he gains on you alarmingly quick. he could’ve caught you already, all this time but that’s not fun— your heart is throbbing as you gasp at the sight of him, hearing the heavy footsteps as he sprints after you, the distance he’s closing quickly filling your mind as you make a break into the trees.

“so fast, sweet girl! but did you really think you could get away from me?” he teases from behind you, goading as you realise how close his voice actually sounds. you’ve never run as fast as you’re running right now, every thud from behind you feels like it kicks your legs out from under you but you can’t stop.

but fuck— gojo loves you like this, in your desperate, needy state, you’re like a bunny running from the jaws of a wolf as he watches you twist for an escape, such perfect prey.

you swear you feel his longer fingers reach for you, like the hairs on the back of your neck are standing to attention, atoms drawn into him like you’re above to be snared in a trap— but still so lured in by his touch as he gains on your figure. you almost fumble at the realisation, your feet slipping and giving you a few more seconds— a last ditch effort to escape as you skid on your feet and turn, making a break for the slight opening in the trees, just down by the river.

“hm? oh, well. guess i’ll be a little rough.” you hear gojo chuckle behind you as you keep moving and the sound tempts you into casting a last glance over your shoulder before you realise he’s already there, it only takes him a few strides of his long legs— it’s like he seen that move coming.

you can’t help but scream at the sudden contact of his hand on your skin, instinct telling you to push him away as you try but his grip is tight— pulling you into him before he’s taking you down hard onto the cool grass beneath you. the impact leaves you a little dizzy and disorientated as you both breathe deep, the breath feeling like it’s been knocked out of you as you try to drag yourself away from where he has you pinned between him and the earth, claiming and caging you.

“there we go, that’s better. right where you need t’ be, hm?” gojo’s voice shakes as he speaks to you, so driven by his lust as he watches you struggle beneath him, clawing at the dirt as he presses you down. his breathing comes quick as you feel his hand clamp around your waist — reaching up between your breasts to squeeze his hand around your throat and drag you back the few measly inches you’d escaped until you’re against his chest.

“oh, but you ran so well f’ me, princess. feel what you do to me, hm?” your eyes flutter at the way he presses his clothed cock into you, letting you feel the impressive strain of it through his slacks as he all but ruts you into the dirt beneath you like an animal. you stop struggling at that, collapsing under his weight and suddenly pliant with the hard press of him between your legs, already dripping with the adrenaline that courses through you as your cheek rests against the cool grass.

“p-please, please..” your voice is tight with need as you try to rock your hips back into his, feeling gojo curl his way over you before he’s pulling away entirely to twist you onto your back. that’s when you finally see him, mused and needy— hes flushed, something dark pooling in his usual bright gaze and it makes you gasp as he shoves your dress up your quivering legs, wrapping them around his waist before his huge body is pushing between your thighs to kiss you breathless.

“told you i’d catch you, didn’t i? knew i would, think i was gonna let you go? a sweet lil thing like you?” he’s gone completely as he speaks into the kiss, burying praise and filth between your lips as you squeeze your legs around his waist, grabbing at his snowy roots until he’s groaning against you.

he can’t wait any longer, gojo’s moan is wrecked as he pulls away to mouth at your throat, biting and suckling at the skin as you arch up into him. you’re panting out sweet little pleas, begging for him as he breathes through clenched teeth, tearing so mercilessly at your panties before his pants and belt follow afterwards and you need him so bad you feel tears bead at your lashes.

“aww, you cryin’ f’ me?” he tries to tease but it comes out as more of a breathless croon of a laugh, his cock twitching while your eyes look down to sweep over the thick curve of him. he pushes his chest closer to you, letting your hair tangle in the earth beneath you both as he takes you beneath him.

gojo would normally take his time prepping you, but you’re already a puddle of mewls and whines beneath him, basically begging for him already as he lets his cock tease it’s way through your folds, swiping the head at the slick gathered there as you feel the friction burn and sizzle into something that warms your body from the inside out.

“satoru, please!” you gasp and you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline, the chase or the anticipation that makes it so easy for him to press his way into you but you’re soaked, feeling the first real silky grind of his cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows.

“oh? so greedy f’ me.” the desperate hug of your pussy feels like it pulls him in as you rub your slick along his cock, forcing him closer before he’s finally sinking into your twitching cunt. gojo’s hand fists your hair before he’s shoving your head back so hard your back arches, lapping into your mouth as you tremble and squeeze around him— panting loud in your ears as he hunches over you. “mm, but you’ve got me so hungry f’ you, baby.”

you’re so tight and barely prepped as he drags you along the grass beneath you— feeling his teeth drag along your lower lip as he ruts himself into the warm hug of your walls. every wet withdrawal of his hips is loud but the slap back is even louder as it echoes around the shadows, he’s like a man possessed, completely unhinged as his hips smack so mercilessly into yours it burns, forcing your walls to stretch and mould to him.

you’re already so close gojo can feel it as he presses deep into your body, losing himself in the pleasure he’s earned, the pleasure he owns as he claims his little prize as you claw at his shoulders for any sort of release.

“my sweet girl, ran so hard and all f’ me. you said you could handle it, so ‘ts all mine to take now, right?”

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cobaltperun · 5 months ago

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Her Wrath

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader (Request)

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A/N: So, the request was originally Jenna x Reader with Percy instead of Xavier, but I don’t do Jenna stories, so this was the alternative. Wednesday and R are dating, and R has epilepsy, also Wednesday is rather protective over R. Xavier, as jealous as he is, pulls a “prank”, causing an epileptic seizure. Hope you enjoy @delicateenemyjellyfish

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You were sitting in the quad, waiting for Wednesday and Enid to have a lunch together, since Enid managed to rope Wednesday into coming with her to Jericho. How she managed to do that, you had no idea, but it was honestly impressive that she did it.

It was a nice day, cool, but not cold, perfect to just spend it together with your girlfriend and one of your best friends, you relaxed, closing your eyes and leaning back and enjoying the breeze hitting your face. Wednesday was going to complain the day was too nice, and that she’d prefer rain, and sure, rainy days had their perks, but you couldn’t agree with her on everything.

All of a sudden you could swear you were being flashed with a laser right to your face, and even with your eyes closed it irritated you. You tried to cover your eyes as you slowly opened them and tried to find out who was doing it, but all you could see was the laser, going on and off, disorienting you and making it difficult to figure out who was behind it. Still, even as dizzy as you were getting you could recognize the tall, slim figure and slightly longer hair. Xavier? Why? Was he that jealous that he would try to make you have a seizure?

You tried to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out, you were to dizzy, too overwhelmed by the lights flashing in front of your eyes, and no one seemed to notice. Everything else began fading into background but you still heard the one person you never thought you’d hear raise her voice yell your name.

~X~

Wednesday swore she would never be like her parents, yet here she was, searching for a gift for your “three-month anniversary” as Enid called it. It was ridiculous in every way possible, but Wednesday wanted this with you to work, and it was working, but she wanted it to really work. And a way to make it work was to show effort, that much even she knew. So, she got you a gift, nothing too big, just the chocolate you loved, because Enid warned her not to go over the top.

She was not her parents. She would not have gone over he top.

Her and Enid, along with Thing, walked into the quad just as you dropped to the grass next to the table and Wednesday saw red. Red laser light blinking in your face, red haze overtaking her, everything was red. “Y/N!” she yelled, running toward you as fast as she could, which was fast and dropping to her knees, her death glare was the only warning Xavier got to get away, she would, after all, deal with him later. You were her priority now. She quickly took a small pillow she carried with her just in case of something like this happening and placed it under your head and untied your tie and unbuttoned your collar to make breathing easier for you as your muscles jerked.

She watched, anger burning deep inside her, and no doubt showing on her face. Xavier was going to pay for this, he was going to regret ever approaching you in the first place. She was going to make sure he knew exactly what the consequences for hurting you were. Enid placed an arm on her shoulder as she knelt next to you.

“Wednesday,” Enid tried but Wednesday just shook her head, she wasn’t in the mood to be comforted. She just wanted you to be fine and then to make Xavier pay.

Eventually, after excruciatingly long time, because every second of you suffering was a second too long and not in any way the kind of torture Wednesday found to be enjoyable, you stopped having a seizure and she turned you onto your side and took your hand, letting you know she was right there. That she wasn’t about to let you go, that she was sorry she wasn’t there to stop it in the first place.

Your eyes opened slowly, and she could see you were disoriented, but she saw some recognition in your eyes as your eyes met hers. Fast recovery was a perk of your type of outcast, and she was thankful for that.

“You’ll be okay,” she whispered, and you managed a weak nod and squeezed her hand.

Later that night she barged into Xavier’s shed and before he could even register what was going on she tazed him and pinned him on the ground. The blade in her hand shone brightly as she nicked his neck. “If you ever even look at her, let alone repeat what you did today, I will make sure there is nothing left of you to bury,” she promised him as he whimpered pathetically. She should have his head, but that would only get her expelled and potentially separated from you, and that was one more form of torture she didn’t wish to endure.

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #x female reader

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buried-l0cket · 4 months ago

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Polygun but it’s how they all see each other

i always really like in books with different narrators when how a character looks itself is unreliable narration bc they describe themself differently compared to how the other pov characters see them, and the dungeon meshi shapeshifter chart scratched that itch for me art wise and I got inspired ✨

To be more specific this is what they each picture when they think of each person 👉👈

Details under cut!!

Meryl clothing details aside because I think she’s just short and the boys aren’t looking at her traveling clothes too hard (and vash clearly likes making his own clothes with how much his overly intricate jacket design changes so ofc his version of her outfit just looks like another one of his designs 🙄) all of the clothes are based on specific parts of the manga!

A big thing with these designs was taking moments that were important regarding each characters relationship with the pov character and adding in visual nods to that to show what memories stuck with them to shape their image of that person.

The clearest example of this is everyone thinking of a different Vash coat, for Wolfwood it’s what he was wearing when he turned him over to Knives, to Meryl it’s his final fight coat, and for Milly it’s when she met him.

It may be Trimax but I will always have a soft spot for 98 millywood so those two’s impression of each other has been influenced by that, but more specifically just the idea of them both alone together, layers and walls down, hair messy from sleep. Their relationship is one I just see very clearly developing over a lot of late nights at inns and bars during traveling!

Vash is the trademarked inventor of Savior Martyr Victim complex supreme and when he thinks of everyone he sees times they’ve been let down by him. To me he’s the biggest broken gear in their dynamic because of the way he holds himself back and isolates, the ship really works in spite of him most of the time. But he also sees traces of times his desire to be by their side was cemented. His Meryl is heavily based on after she was kidnapped by the GHGs and he lost control in front of her, but her hair is longer + earrings are gone like when they saw each other again after Knives released the ark, and she has a black turtleneck peaking out from under her traveling clothes the way it did under her space suit during the final battle. His Milly has the hair and undershirt of the final battle but her outer clothes are from when they traveled together for the majority of Trimax. His wolfwood isn’t doing too well.

Meryl’s versions of Milly and Wolfwood are both pretty similar to how they looked when she first met them, wolfwoods hair is just a little longer like I imagine it being towards the end of Trimax and is very windswept, from their short first meeting in the original Trigun manga run I always got the impression she thought he looked very cool lol, she was staring up at him like ://0 the whole chapter.

I mentioned it before but honestly most of Wolfwood’s Vash is based on how he looked when he turned him over to Knives, not only do I think that moment stuck with him but I feel like it’s a good visual summary of all the mixed feelings he has towards Vash. He’s drawn to him and sees how sad he his but he also sees how inhuman he is and the threat he and knives pose for the people he cares about and prioritizes. At the end of the day Wolfwood chose the orphans over Vash twice and never went back on that, and a big part of why he broke Vash our of Knives prison was just so he could go fight Knives to the death for humanity’s sake, and I think that’s important to his character and their relationship.

Similarly, Meryl’s Vash is really just final arc Vash. She’d already developed a very strong impression of him before then but they would go weeks to even years without seeing each other and each time the way he looked and the way she felt about him would change drastically, it seemed to me like it wasn’t till she was on the ship advocating for him and the people living on gunsmoke that she knew how she felt about him and what kind of person she saw him to be. It was also a huge moment for her character wise with the way she faced her fears in the name of human connection and made the active choice to not be as apathetic and closed off as she realized she had been in the early manga.

I think Milly’s first impression of Vash was strong and accurate enough to not change much, this nice guy is Vash the Stampede and there is definitely something weird about him.

I don’t know why Wolfwood doesn’t know what Meryl’s hair looks like, what’s wrong with that guy? In general his version of Meryl is very inaccurate now that I’m looking at it, I promise he likes her

+small details that are my personal headcanon and not the characters interpretations are Meryl and Wolfwoods hair being a bit more curly/textured than canon, Milly’s eyes being green, and Meryl’s earrings being silver (gold earrings with a white black and blue outfit and silver guns?? C’mon girl accessorize properly)

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anomaly-hivemind · 17 days ago

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Love me Lonely ☆ Frankenstein Monster! Tomura Shigaraki x Reader | Kinktober Day 22

Summary: You take in an injured vagabond who needs some much-needed affection that you are gladly ready to give out to him.

Word Count: 1071

Tags: Dry humping, no-quirk au, Vaginal fingering, fluff

You didn’t think you’d have any company in your home; however, you readily accepted the strange man you found getting rocks chased out of town by an angry mob. You knew the townspeople weren't too receptive and kind to those they didn’t understand.

So you took him home, washed him up, and fixed his stitches. You weren’t sure why he was so banged up aside from what the townsfolk did, but you weren’t one to judge. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he was good company; in fact, he didn’t leave your side all that much. He didn’t eat or sleep all that much, but he stuck by you. When you were eating, and he wasn’t, he’d still sit with you while you ate. Granted, he didn’t walk, but it was the thought that counts.

You decided to make a poultice for his skin since it’s so dry. You found him sitting by the window staring out at the rain.

“I have something for you," you said, holding up the glass jar for him to see.

“What is it?” He asked; you screwed off the top and showed it to him. He leaned forward and sniffed before scrunching up his nose and jerking away.

“Yeah, the smell is a bit strong. But, um, it’s for your skin,” you said, dipping your fingers into the thick substance.

He flinched away momentarily but eventually relaxed and let you apply the poultice. His stitches really were everywhere, and parts of his skin seemed so different than the other parts.

You finished by applying it to his face, but when you pulled your hands away, he brought it back to rest on his face.

That surprised you, the same man flinched from your touch and was not readily leaning into it.

In the following weeks, he had eased into human touch. Honestly, he was a lot touchier than you originally expected, but you didn’t mind showering him with affection. But lately, the touches had changed.

Holding hands, soft little kisses, caresses. But you got the impression that he wanted a bit more from the way you caught his hands drifting sometimes or the lingering gazes when you changed clothes.

You didn’t think there was anything special about what’s under your skirts but I guess he did when he tried to look take a peek under them one day.

At this particular instant, you found you and your guest, whom you, at his request, began calling Shigaraki, cuddled up on your bed. You were reading a book when he became touchy. So you put your book down and decided to indulge his curiosity.

You climbed atop his body to grind into him, slowly as if holding on to his shoulder, rocking into Shigraki’s lap for a fiction that just didn’t seem to be enough for you at the current moment. You lean up to pull him into a kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated, but it felt so right in the moment. Shigraki helps you with a quiet gentleness as his red eyes start into your own. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as you moved up his lap and against his crotch. You could feel him hard against him, and he was moving against you like he didn't want you to leave, even in just the slightest of distance.

His hand moves to hold on to your thigh, gripping you tight and trying to pull you more against him. You were looking down at him as he looked up at you expectantly, tilting his head to kiss you again. You kiss him back, running your lips against his dry lips, and smile against him.

You grab his hand that was resting on your thigh and pull it upward to your core; you bring his hand to your pussy. His fingers twitched against your damp panties, and you pressed yourself against his hand, moving slowly against his hand. Your hand was over his as you guided him to rubbing his fingers between your cloth folds. You let out a soft moan as you pushed his fingers against your clit. It wasn’t good enough, and you wanted to feel him fully, but you didn't want to overwhelm him too quickly.

You move back and take off your panites which were sticking to yourself. Shigaraki watches you the whole time, looking like he was going to get up and grab you to put you back in his lap.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back” You walk back over to him and jump back in his lap. This time, he takes the initiative and moves his fingers back to your folds and repeats what you were doing before when you were wearing underwear. You let out another moan as you feel his fingers sliding against your arousal. It causes you to shiver, and you feel him pushing into your entrance.

“So… wet,” you hear the hoarse voice whisper to you as he pulls his fingers out to mess around your slit and poke at your clit. You let out a moan and nod at his words, and you feel him push his digits back into you.

You grind against his fingers, and he gets the memo quickly, he takes his other hand and holds you in place so that he can push his fingers in and out of you. You let out a moan as you lean against his shoulder, as you let him finger you, and enjoy the feeling. He rocked his hand into you, thrusting his fingers into you, feeling him pushing against your g-spot.

“Touch me here, please” You grab his thumb and place it over your clit.

He moves his thumb against your clit slowly, it is already wet with your juices, and he then thrusts into it at the same time. Your walls clench and flutter around his fingers as you get close to climax. You move to kiss him a few more times between moans as you litter his face with affection. You tense up, letting out short moans in quick succession as you reach your climax. You fall on top of him and with your legs shaking. He works you through orgasm.

You pressed a few kisses to his face and hugged him in your arms. You would have to clean yourselves up later, but for now, you would make sure he felt as loved as possible with your touch.

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recreationalfanfics · 2 years ago

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Record of Justice: Wonder Woman! Reader HCs

I am so gay for Diana.

- Brunhilde doesn't HESITAITE to choose you as one of her champions, seeing as you're both demi-gods who come from a warrior race of women, I can see you and her honestly having a lot in common together.

- But yeah, no, Diana's whole thing is that she wants to save the world of man so even of Brunhilde didn't choose her, you would have still chosen to fight because it was your duty.

- So Wonder Woman has multiple origins: Her original one being that she was born from clay by her mother but there are versions she has a dad which kinda switches between Hades and Zeus. Zeus will be your father in this case because I genuinely like the idea of him blowing his fucking gasket when he sees you enter in the side of humanity.

- "YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER: LADIES AND GENTLEGODS, GIVE IT UP FOR THE AMAZONIAN PRINCESS AND SAVIOR OF MAN: (Y/N)!!!"

- Ares and Wonder Woman have so much beef in the comics so you and him definetly don't see eye to eye now. In fact, Ares would fight you himself if he could but like, you're also kinda scary when you're mad.

- Zeus and Poseidon are literally about to blow a fucking gasket when they see you. Zeus is more subtle as usual as he's all: "Oh, well she's always been the black sheep of the family!" but in reality, he feels deeply betrayed. Poseidon isn't surprised honestly, he genuinely believes you should have grown up with the Olympians instead of on Themyscira because then maybe you'd learn to look down on those pathetic humans instead of protecting them.

- Tbh, Poseidon does have a bit of a soft spot for you as his niece because you're the only one whose ever DARED to back talk him despite knowing his power. He wishes your mother, Hippolyta, wasn't such a stubborn woman. I can totally see moments when you're absolutely destroying Gods and Poseidon just smiling proudly at you but then quickly scowling so no one can see him.

- However the Greek Gods who explicitly still care for you are definetly Hermes, Hercules, and Aphrodite.

- Aphrodite, being your big sister, absolutely adores you even if you two aren't on the same side. She smiles when she sees you and if she can, she will try to catch you in the hallways and pull you into a hug, meanwhile you're kinda suffocating in her bosom. She compliments you on what a strong and beautiful woman you've become, the only reason she isn't upset with you for "betraying" the family is because...well, you've always been like that. It's just nice to see you again♡

-As for Hercules, you both are Demi gods and while you acknowledge humanities faults, you welcomed him with open arms and appreciate his dedication. You two might not be bound by blood but the way you carry each other's ideals and respect and tease each other, its very clear you two have an unbreakable bond.

- Hermes adored you since you were born. Despite Themyscira's laws that men weren't allowed on the island, he was a God, and would happily come and see you to play with you. Taking on a big brother role in your life, he smiles softly as you glare at your father and he thinks you're just as cute as when you were a little toddler struggling to walk on the sandy beach coast of your island.

- As for the human side, they're all in literal wonder of you...which makes sense regarding your hero alias, but when they watched you at work: you impressed everyone while Brunhilde smiled at you and it pissed Zeus off even more when you both shook hands and sent him smug smirks on your faces.

Enemies/People Who Dislike You:

- Ares is a huge hater as I stated before, maybe you humiliated him in the past in front of Zeus, or maybe it was that one time you stole his helmet in a fight and became the New Goddess of War for a while but either way: you and him should never be in the same room together because not even the Gods can predict that disaster.

- Loki thought the rope thing was kinda hot but found out the hard way WHY it was called the Lasso of Truth. Even when he is shaped shifted, he will revert to his normal form if you ever catch him with it AND YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO. He also can't even try and mislead you by telling you half truths because he just blurts out the truth right away. Everyone absolutely adores you for it, ngl since Loki doesn't even bother pulling tricks when you're around and when he sees you fight for humanity, he throws a huge tantrum...He still finds the rope thing hot tho...

- Zeus. He has conflicted feelings for you, he does love you but he wishes you wouldn't always go against his wishes...though he supposes thats what he gets for having your mother raise you instead of him. You show him respect but you clearly harbour bitter feelings for him betraying your trust and wanting to wipe out humanity and he understands that. It still doesn't give you the right to laugh about him with Brunhilde and he'll be sure to get you back for it.

Allies/Friends Who Trust You:

- Brunhilde is honestly a good friend of yours, I genuinely think she sees you the same way she sees Hercules but she relates to you a little more. (The Valkyries and Amazon's would have martinis on the beaches of Themyscira, fight me on that-)

- Shiva, honestly. He likes that you're strict but you can definetly be fun and silly in your own way. You honestly remind him of Rudra, who he totally tries to set you up with so because you two really have a lot in common!

- Obviously Hercules, Hermes, and Aphrodite but also: Poseidon, surprisingly...sometimes. Again, he does soften a bit when it comes to you and he wonders if you're simply stubborn and brave or stubborn and stupid. You are his favorite niece but also, the one that causes him to roll his eyes the most.

- Honestly, all of the Valkyries. When you heard about Brunhilde and her Völundr's, you knew that it was clever but also: that you couldn't just stand to let your fellow sisters in battle fall, the odds being against them. Also, the will all hug you and tackle you to the ground.

- Sasaki Kojiro is a human you take a liking too, he reminds you of a friend whose clad in all black...except he's more cheerful and happy and might have lost in life, but still: he never gives up. You admire those skills in a human and he gets all shy and flustered when you compliment him but I can totally see the both of you practicing sword fights and even moments where he beats you, which you're proud of him for doing, honestly.

- Adam. He genuinely just is the dad Zeus never was, even though you're not one of his own children, he'll fight like you are. Tbh, the only man that deserves to set foot in Themyscira and the other Amazon's would agree. Eve also gossiping with your Hippolyta in the crowd and complimenting her on raising such a wonderful daughter and they talk about mom things.

Admirers/Characters Who Have a Crush on You:

- Thor, just straight up. Since you're a fellow immortal, you two have somewhat known each other, you didn't really care much for the godly affairs so it wasn't often, but he's had the biggest crush on you. When he saw you fight so fearlessly in the crowd, those feelings came back 10 fold. Definetly wants to fight you because that's his way of flirting. Zeus and Odin 100% want to pair you two together to create an official alliance and while Thor wants you to choose him out of your own volition, he will suggest that it is a good idea.

- Jack the Ripper. HE HAS BISEXUAL PANIC BECAUSE HERCULES WAS ALREADY SOKIND TO HIM BUT YOU?? OH, YOU'RE TRULY DESERVING OF THE TITLE OF GODDESS, your color is so gorgeous; filled with such love and passion. After his battle, after he killed Hercules, he is ashamed to face you. But, amazingly, you do not look at him in disgust or shame. You kneel down and gently hold his face, you are in mourning, but you still kiss his head gently and tell him: "You fought well. Rest." and he just short circuits as you begin to carry him.

- BUDDHA, BABY. He loves how serious you are but also, that you can be pretty goofy honestly. Also loves how you stand up to Zeus constantly. Not to mention he certainly has a thing for strong women. But also, he finds your work inspiring, trying to guide humanity to a better life of enlightment. HIPPOLYTA ALSO TRYING TO SET YOU TWO UP BECAUSE SHE'S A COOL MOM AND SHE'S ALL: "You know, that Buddha has been staring at you~" and you have to be all: "MOTHER!" And he walks over to you and offers you a snack and you take it. Zeus hates him because he thinks Buddha would be a "bad influence" on you.

#Record of Ragnarok x reader #crossover #Recreational Crossovers #record of ragnarok #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror buddha x reader #ror buddha #ror thor x reader #ror thor #ror jack the ripper x reader #ror jack the ripper

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novankenn · 2 months ago

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So if Jaune survives the process what happens then? Does Salem try to make him join her? Goes to convert the rest of the blood family like Saffron, the other sisters and Adrian? Blame Opzin thinking he hid this?

Answer: I'm not sure... let's see what my brain comes up with!

Original Post : You Look... Familiar... OP Follow-up: You Look... Familiar... Confirmations?

You look... Familiar... End-Result

Jaune's eyes were wide with fear as he watch Salem approach with the bowl in hand. He twisted and thrashed, but it was of no use. Salem with but a wave of her free hand summoned more shadow-hands to hold him still. Soon she was standing over him. Her face impassive... completely emotionless.

Salem: I would wish you luck... but honestly don't care. If you survive you will be mine wholly, if you do not... it's one less insect to crush.

With those words Salem, tipped the bowl over spilling the sludge like fluid over Jaune's face. Jaune wanted to scream as he felt the black slim, move. First was fear and then there was absolute pain. HIs back arched off the floor as liquid tendrils invaded his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

His body contorted, and thrashed as the pressure of the invading substance let way to a searing pain flooding through his entire being.

Salem: Interesting.

Jaune's heart slammed against his rib cage as his mind twisted and fragmented. But Salem did not see that, change, no she only saw his blanching skin, bleaching hair, and the black veins of Grimm essence snaking through the places where his flesh was exposed.

Salem: So she did survive. That is quiet unexpected, but useful. Yes it would be useful, so much more than recruiting the dregs I am forced to associate with.

The shadow hands retreated back into the floor, as Jaune's writhing calmed. Salem was impressed with how completely her tainted Grimm essence melded with her distant descendant. It was if it was meant to be. Jaune's eyes fluttered open. The azure blues that had Pyrrha swooning in life... were gone. Black and red looked up at the embodiment of evil.

Salem: You're perfect! Rise my child. Rise.

Jaune said nothing as he rolled onto his side and slowly crawled to his knees, before finally climbing to his feet. He turned and faced the Queen of the Grimm. The twisted being that had tainted his very soul with her poison.

Salem: Tell me. Where is you family? How many are there of our blood?

Jaune: ...

Salem: Answer!

Jaune: ...

Salem: Impudent child! I am your mistress you will answer me!

Jaune: ...

Salem: If you won't volunteer the information I'll rip it from you head myself!

Salem moved forward intent on using her powers to shred Jaune's mind in search of answers, but she never was given the chance. Jaune's fist connected with her sternum sending her sailing through the air to crash into one of her ancient tables. Slowly she rose from the debris and snarled.

Salem: I... will break... you...

Jaune: You... can... try...

From the shadows of the room, a pack of Alpha Beowulf emerged. Called to being by their mistress. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was impressed that the young gimmified man standing in defiance of her didn't even flinch.

Salem: I do not have to try.

Jaune's snaped out with each of his hands, releasing twisting tendrils of dripping black and white ooze, that impaled the several Alpha's surrounding him.

Jaune: You will never touch... my family...

Salem: How is this possible?

As Salem and Jaune stared each other down, their respective creations tore into one another with ruthless and reckless abandon...

#rwby #jaune arc #salem #jaune is salem's descendant #rwby beowulf #blood c - demonic rabbit

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slvttyplum · 11 months ago

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⋆˚✿˖° ass or tits | jjk men

oh we are so back

nanami: ass

- loves staring at it

- loves cupping them

- loves laying on them

- he loves everything about your ass tbh

- it’s just something that catches his eye everytime

- he can even recognize you from your back side alone

- hand is ALWAYS on your ass

- no matter the occasion or location

- those big veiny hands are placed on that ass

- caressing it, giving it a light squeeze

- he has to make contact with it EVERY TIME

- that’s a skill

satoru: ass

- it’s his eye catcher, come on.

- the first thing his eyes land on is that big truck toted on the back side of you

- he loves it

- yeah he can go for boobs once in a while but ass is a winner

- he can do so much with it

- even when he has his arms wrapped around you

- guess where his hand slides to?

- that ass

- gives it a love squeeze to

- he even kisses your ass

- literal and figuratively

- his safe place

suguru: tits

- WAIT!!

- i can honestly see him for both

- BUT we have to pick man, come on

- he fucking loves your tits

- gifts you clothing that purposefully shows them

- was an ass man for the longest time

- but saw that rack on you and passed out

- always staring at them

- laying on them

- sucking on them

- you heard me… sucking on them

- he’ll let you ride him just so he can sit them and suck them

- squeezes them

- admires them

- takes pictures of them

- i can go all day really.

choso: tits

- hes such a guy when it comes to your tits

- will walk up behind you

- and slide his hands under your shirt to grope them

- with consent of course

- he loves them

- how soft they are and how they fit

- OR

- spill ;)

- out of his hands.

- they were made just for him

- they are always on his mind

- he could draw a portrait and write a 5 page essay on them

- makes sure he’s delicate with them

- he’s a caregiver for your tits

toji: ass

- this man is on your ass 24/7

- stares at your ass with NO shame

- even in public.

- gropes, licks, kisses, and smacks your ass

- he couldn’t show you enough

- how much he appreciated that fat ass of yours

- when you wear revealing clothing and your ass peeks out

- he’s having a heart attack

- his big hands cup your ass so good

- leaves marks on your ass

- massages your ass

- ugh he is a class A ass lover

original sukuna: tits

- it’s the first thing he sees

- it’s the first thing he fucking loves

- that’s what he fell in love with first

- nothing else, just those

- the two melons that sat on top of your body

- he was so impressed he held off on killing you

- that’s talent right there

- could stare at them all day

- the soft bouncy flesh

- would poke them, squeeze your nipples, leave hickies, all of your tits

- he was so in love…

- with your tits

- they way they sat in his hands and your nipple got hard from his contact

- it did something to him

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bunniboiz · 1 month ago

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i got my order from hobonichi today and i've honestly never been so hyped up about fandom merch before... tl;dr i'm very happy porky minch is finally getting so much love lol so i thought i'd show some of it to the three or four eb fans still alive who might be reading this

below: detailed unboxing + some peeks inside the artbooks ✰

the Pollyanna books are official anthologies featuring the works of 75 eb-loving creators, while everything else is from the new pork parco city pop-up event in shibuya last year <:)

can you even believe this little thing. the packaging has his most moemoe line about being nervous he might be one of the chosen ones. my heart isn't broken or anything

speaking about heartbreak: i was so surprised official merch has been made with the specific purpose of being devastating for porky fans (me) the Friend Yoyo's box has porky's original magicant dialogue on the side, about his low self-esteem, how he envies ness for being a good person, and wanting to be friends forever. the english translation really toned down that one- while the japanese original is very genuine, and makes a big difference in tone... in my opinion

not to be cheesy but seeing so many different people drawing&writing over 400 pages about their love for the series really moved me. the crazy variety of art styles make it all the more impressive.

the comics go from lighthearted silly comedy to existential dread much like the series itself does. if you're interested in throwing yourself into the same emotional roller-coaster, hobonichi is right here and i truly think these are top tier anthologies. seeing so much love for such an old series is so heartwarming. i'm especially happy that it has nothing to do with the general sentiment the mother fandom had back when i first played the game in 2010, which was general massive disinterest in porky- while i really felt (and still do) like he's the most important & most interesting character in the series lol... seeing him be a central character in these projects is so cool. pollyanna2's intro is a little letter from itoi about him. anyway,

#i'd want to be told there is such merch out there so i'm making this post... hi #not art #just me going full tism mode sorry #mother series #earthbound #mother 1 #mother 2 #mother 3 #PORKY MINCH #long post

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With all these sea creature! MC ideas, I wonder what would the fish mafia do if there were a Betta fish mermaid! MC ; small, cute, strong, and always wins a brawl.

Ohoho! That is a fine idea indeed! This is going to be fun. I’m adding in the original beta to this mix as well ;)

you will be a white opal betta fish. Said fish just under the cut

Description

You were a beautiful and bright beta. Somewhat small in stature but many avoided your wrath at all costs. From your heat to your tail you were only about 5 feet long. Fairly average for a mer but a bit on the lower side. You’ve never lost a fight, not hesitating to fight with nails, biting or using your surprisingly sturdy fins to ensure you win. Many were always gaining over you and your long beautiful fins. You were quite popular due to this and were even quite wealthy due to your fame under the sea.

when you were offered a way to NRC you were rather excited to explore the surface and shine even brighter in the direct sunlight. Learning to walk was difficult but the fashion and the accessories and makeup on the surface were a whole bother world that you adored! Becoming popular and well known for your beauty quickly. You only stood at about 5’5 but that never bothered you, many taller people were happy to help you. And if any unsavory folk tried anything you had also learned some impressive self defense at the boot camp. These legs can be quite powerful!

Octavinelle

Azul: Honestly tried to get you to sign so many contracts to use show off your beauty to the world! and bring in more customers. Compliments you so much to try and get closer to you. Calls you an angelfish. If you ever sign one of his contracts he refrains from rigging it to much if he recognized you from your fame in the sea, he doesn't want you to get your lawyers or more protective fans... Falls for your charms at some point. gets you rather nice jewelry and outfits over time for different events in the lounge. Envies and also adores you. After his overblot, he understands if you don't want to work with him anymore. His deals are fairer and he even does an event solely around you if you still hang around with him. The tweels tease him a lot for getting a crush on you.

When you reveal your merform Asul is both stunned into silence and his mind is racing with so many ideas. Both to show you off and get profit but also just how much he's down bad for you now. Some selfish part of him wants to keep you and this form all to himself but he knows you wouldn't be happy with that. If you encourage him to join you in his merform he will hide away so fast. It will take months for you to even convince him. Pictures are out of the question, even if his darker body would make yours shine all the brighter, having a yin and yang effect that would be amazing. Give him time and maybe one day he will be ok with it, only for you though.

Jade: Smirked when he saw the immediate tension between you and Vil. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Egged you two on subtly, spreading a rumor there pinning the blame there, fueling the fire and watching the fight, collecting a few bets here and there. He honestly thought Vil was going to win but you proved yourself to be quite the even match. Would observe how you carried yourself and try to learn a few of your self-defense moves through that. appreciated your beauty and was the one to suggest Azul make an event for just you if you are famous enough to garter that much attention.

When he saw your merform he had a shocked and awed expression. You couldn't help but tease a bit at getting to see Jade leech showing surprise and awe. He would snap out of his trance and return your remark with an equally snarky one. He would join you in the water but keep his distance, he knows how strong you are even if you are much smaller than he is in this form. Probably saw you beat up floyd in mer form and just really was fascinated by how something so small can pack such a punch. Helps maintain your specialized tank and even gets you some mushroom-themed fashion accessories.

Floyd: He laughed when he saw the tension between you and betta fish. Calls you little betta fish. You were much shorter than Vil in that sense. Probably was the one to encourage the actual battle between you and Vil. Likes to chase after you and loves when you show off some of your self-defense moves on him. He does think you're very pretty but also you're super fun when your face is all scrunched up in anger. Tells you to cut loose every once in a while and sometimes will just kidnap you to the lounge for azul or take you out to go eat.

When he saw your merform he started calling you opal betta. or even just little opal. Tried to get close to you and squeeze you in this form but you were even stronger and better at fighting in the water, using your fins to block his vision but moving them just out of biting or grabbing range. It was like some crazy ballet and you ended up winning with a well-timed with to his back, stunning him long enough for you to tie him in a knot. He has hearts in his eyes after that. Asks to swim with you often but remembers how betta fish are very picky and sensitive to the water they can be in, so you get a special tank for yourself thanks to him. don't worry about the other fish that were in there~ Just go have some fun and look very pretty for/with him for a bit ok?

With a special guest!

Vil: You too were nemesis as soon as you made eye contact at the ceremony. It gets so much worse if you were sorted into pomefiore. Luckily you weren't, but it didn't matter, you two butt heads a lot. Somewhat enemies to friends arc over time. You both had petty arguments and were jealous of the other's beauty. Did actually get into a physical fight and you both passed out at the same time so it was a draw. Also, you both fight over Rook and his compliments. you both fish for compliments so much and compare your fame so much. Eventually, your petty fights become more lighthearted teasing, especially after the island of woe incident. Once you two become friends though you are like the hottest power couple in NRC. You both do photo shoots together and mock fanfiction that ships you two together. Many call you two the best young duo models to exist.

When he first saw your merform he had to admit that you were beautiful in an ethereal light. You were the siren beauty of the sea, and he was the alluring human on land. Some photo shoots use this to do some amazing ethereal water-styled photos. Helps you keep up on your scale care and ensures that you have a perfect tank for you to stretch out your fins. He starts to swim more often with you for his exercise. He also does self defense classes with you.

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2.6 Penacony thoughts [part 2]

**Spoiler warning** for everything up until the end of Rappa’s flashbacks. I’ve already finished the story by now so just be mindful of that if I do mention something earlier than intended or anything that happens towards the very end if you haven’t completed everything yet.

Knowing now that this whole ninja idea is a big delusion inside her own head is kinda sad honestly. I would’ve been down to see an entire society with people just like her.. but nope.

It is so darn sweet how much Dan Heng cares about his Astral Express family, aaaaah. His voice sounded so tender too.

I may be stupid, but for the longest time I believed that there was only one Emanator for each path, which is why when I heard Dan Heng mention Dr. Primitive as one for Erudition I thought, nah, that’s Herta.. until I remembered the Arbiter Generals are all sorta blessed by Lan, so clearly there can be multiple Emanators, yea? Do correct me if I’m wrong on any account. I don’t delve too deep into Aeon lore often. Regardless, if what Dan Heng says is true (which I assume it is because he’s incredibly intelligent), then yeah, this doctor could be a problem.

I love and cherish every moment Rappa breaks out into a rap. I’m sure each one of her voice actors did wonderfully.

The speed at which I chose the swear option should be feared. I didn’t even bother reading the other choices and I don’t regret it one bit because each of these lines is beyond hilarious!

Looking back now and I noticed there was an option to get the Trailblazer to rap instead, which would of course impressed Rappa, but.. yeah, guess that’s something I’ll never hear.

I couldn’t help myself but choose the swears a third time because of how hard Rachael’s delivery and the constant *bana* censors had me completely dying of laughter. Boothill would be so proud of me.

Never once while watching all version’s trailers would I have ever imagined that all those monkeys running around would’ve actually been people.. oh dear. This patch when from silly to serious real quick.

I honestly was a bit surprised to hear Rappa talk without the usual ninja jargon. I’ve grown rather fond of it and her quirkiness by now. Just a shame it’s all mainly a result of the experiments she was put through.

Psycho. But I’ll give him a pass. It did amuse me how we in fact change scenes right after this.

Oh huzzah he’s not totally corrupt by siding with Profnana. He has some standards and I dig that for him.

I don’t know why but he gives me the tiniest Aventurine vibes here and the whole “unlike the house, the gambler knows exactly what they want,” quote comes to mind.. at least the part about Reca knowing his main goal and how he’ll do anything to achieve it perfectly.

This scene.. is doing things to me. I’m touched by how adorable young Boothill looks and yet I’m also trying my best to look respectfully at older Boothill’s.. um, everything. I don’t own our space cowboy so it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read his lore, but I thought his whole cyborg body transformation was done all at once, sorta like how it was depicted in his light cone instead of by pieces like this.. I dunno, maybe he was taken apart and put back together several times, but goddamn, he looks amazing. But are they saying there’s only ten years difference between these two versions of him? Talk about a glow up.

Thank aeons this patch exists and gives me all the Boothill action I originally hoped for when this man was first introduced. I still don’t think he did much in the main Penacony story, but he’s certainly making up for lost time now.

This. Him. Yup. That’s all.

I’ll be completely honest.. if Rappa was actually as serious as she appears here, I’d love her twice as much. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the goofball she normally is, but there’s just something about the look in her eyes and that no-nonsense vibe she’s giving off here that tickles my fancy so much more.

Not entirely sure if it’s a common trait for Memokeepers to be capable of teleporting people, but it’s definitely an interesting little trick. From Black Swan’s cards to Mr. Reca’s film reels, I wonder what other possible methods are out there. Oh, and goes without saying, but I hope he’s playable in the future.

The moment Rappa’s flashback begins inside a lab and other people were seen inside of tubes, I knew our girl wasn’t an ordinary person. I didn’t know if I should be upset or intrigued by this twist because it certainly wasn’t the kind of backstory I was expecting for her. I didn’t pull for her so I didn’t even think to read through her character stories, so all this came outta left field for me.

I did know that her E6 portrait shows the back of her neck and what I originally assumed to be a tattoo of three little dots, or even something like a curse mark, but hearing all this now has made it very clear that it ain’t no tattoo!

Bruh.. and we thought Rappa was the true weeb. Nah, it’s this dude. She’s only living in a Naruto themed delusion because this guy loves a manga too much.

Well, at least this all explains why her combat path is Erudition. Not gonna lie but I kinda love when there’s an actual valid reason behind a character’s path. Sure, it makes perfect sense why people like Gepard is Preservation and Feixiao being The Hunt, but someone like Jiaoqiu? A military healer whom isn’t Abundance? Yeah, we all questioned why but his past experiences with war and how that trauma changed him undoubtedly support his path of Nihility. Now we get Rappa who follows The Hunt due to being a Galaxy Ranger, but her combat path is Erudition because that’s exactly what she was created to be.

Well fudge, didn’t expect this dude to resort to such violence. That’s usually Boothill’s job.

Oohhh dear.. before we concern ourselves with the obvious, who even is this other Galaxy Ranger who showed up? You think we’re ever gonna meet them? And how long until this game finally allows someone to swear without any censors?? I eagerly await the day and still place my hopes on it being for Seele.

So, um.. yeah. I say those experiments were quite successful and Rappa is someone to be feared. She’s so unbothered by the dead bodies around her, but I guess after ten years of suffering, you just become numb to this kinda stuff. Thank aeons to whomever saved her and allowed her to join the Galaxy Ranger instead. Our girl definitely softened up since then.

And with all that troublesome backstory out of the way, I’ll leave the rest for one last post. Much less serious from here on out.

#honkai star rail #rappa #dan heng #stelle #mr reca #boothill #gameplay #revs rambles

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liveontelevision · 7 months ago

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Hallo!!! I’d just like to say to start I ADORE your work! Especially with Lucifer, the way you depict him is SO refreshing you have no idea.. your work practically canon in my eyes I love it!!! You’re super awesome.

I did also notice that in your Lucifer works you talked about his more ‘unappealing’ traits, so-to-speak. Like his temper, his possessiveness, and especially his paranoia and panic.

I suffer with a paranoia disorder and some ptsd of my own, and it was really nice to have those traits made known, but not have them severely criticized, y’know?

I understand and agree that Lucifer would need a patient partner when it comes to these things, someone to stick around and be reassuring through it all; And while they can get frustrated, not criticize or even leave him for it; something I theorize may have been a reason for Lilith’s own departure.

But what if the reason for the reader’s patience is because of their own panic issues? Or their own temper?

Now to be fair, not sure how i’d exactly want it to go. It could be them comforting him when he panics, or Lucifer when they panic, or just a simple heart-to-heart about their combined struggle and the resilience that is forged because of that…

Like while their breath quickens, hands clutching into their thighs as their brain practically screams at them to calm down through all the mind-numbing internal noise; boiling tears stream down their face as they shiver within the darkness of an empty corridor. Perhaps Lucifer steps around, bearing witness to their storming off, getting a glimpse of the uglier side of their lover. The strange, uncomfortable, terrified side of them. But that isn’t what he sees, not at all. His gaze softens as he stares into their tear-blinded irises and carefully sits in front of them. He sees a person. A real, true human being.

(hahaaa got a bit too silly sorry xP)

All I know is that I think Lucifer, while also being equally concerned, would appreciate having someone who could understand what he’s going through; Well, as close as a sinner could get to understanding it, at least.

But what do you think? Would he act any different? I’d love to know ^^ ❤️

Thank you so much for getting into these details! After reading this I realized how much I connected my own mental struggles to what I write. So just seeing that you're about to relate to it as well made me feel really good :)

This was honestly a little hard for me, trying to get into this mindset. Even though it's not super motivated by Lucifer's character, I kinda needed to write this for myself honestly :') but still, I hope you enjoy this!

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Comfort

CW: Descriptions of depression and panic attacks, flulff, angst

You were head of heels for Lucifer. And you’d do anything for him, that goes without saying, even if you do enjoy seeing his reaction to your devotion. You knew Lucifer as the king of Hell before anything else, so your first impression of him was obviously different from the Lucifer you know and love today. He was always portrayed in media as some suave, flirtatious, powerful being. No one dared talk negatively about him, his true authority being misinterpreted as pure malicious intent. But that didn’t stop the media from tearing Charlie apart. Why didn’t he defend his daughter then? In summary, Lucifer was known for two things; incredible power and little consideration for the actual ongoings of Hell, even with whatever his daughter was involved with. At first. His saving the hotel, defending Hell on extermination day, and encouraging his daughter, was the side of him that only a handful of trusted people could experience firsthand.

Luckily, you got to be one of those people. It’s easy to take his goofy exposure and temper and make it appear that he is an aloof king. But no one can handle being a hermit for centuries without having a different view on life. And being an outcast from his original realm? Being abandoned by his brothers? Even the most powerful demon couldn't experience that without it taking a mental toll. That was obvious. Comforting Lucifer would never be an easy task, even for someone who’s experienced exactly what he has. And who knows exactly how close Lillith was to him? Was she able to see him in this state? Was it another factor of himself that he chose to bury in fear of rejection and abandonment? It was a pitiful thought, but definitely not an impossible one.

Whether or not you truly understood Lucifer's past, you wanted to be there for him. It felt good to comfort such a powerful being, being an anchor for someone who has an absurd amount of baggage. But it’s not like you always knew what you were doing. You weren’t this perfectly healthy person who knew what to say all the time. When you first got together, you had your doubts about even having feelings for him. He was an icon, a celebrity, royalty. It was great he confided in you, but was his status clouding your judgment? Were you only enjoying the dominance you had over his emotional state because of who he was? Was your admiration misconstrued as love? It took a while for you to get over this mindset. The longer you were together, the less it became you constantly praising and fawning over him, the more it became being in love with your best friend.

You didn’t really bother to bring any of this up to him, the idea made you cringe. Would bringing up your doubts about the relationship only transfer those feelings to him as well? The moment passed, so there’s no need to get him worked up over nothing.

That’s a great example of how your mind works. You assumed that all these spiraling questions, that brought you to the brink of tears, just went away. That, because you realized how much you loved him and how much he loved you, that meant that you never needed to express these thoughts. Nothing could be done about it, those feelings were in the past. Why bring it up now?

There was also the question of how much you gave into the relationship. You gave Lucifer your all, gave him your heart and body, and yet you don’t feel comfortable enough to share your own suffering? You could've blamed Lucifer if you wanted. He should be supporting you the same way you support him. Or you could blame yourself. Obviously, if you wanted support you should feel comfortable asking for it. But why do you have to ask? Lucifer never asked for it. Why don’t you feel comfortable sharing your feelings? Your own trauma? What’s wrong with you?

That ended up being your downfall. Nothing ever just goes away. How could you constantly comfort Lucifer and push him to let out what he needs to, yet refuse to express anything that truly upset you? Demons are essentially immortal, these feelings couldn't be bottled up forever. But they can be bottled up until you break.

Lucifer had an especially rough day, he was looking forward to finding his sweetheart and venting about how shitty his meetings went and how Alastor pissed him off, along with some other daily struggles. That’s all it was; a daily vent session that helped him decompress. What he wasn’t realizing was how much that affected you. It wasn’t really his fault, or he wasn't doing it on purpose at least. You weren’t really the type to share your own struggles, you mentioned that to him once or twice. You felt that crying and letting it all out, venting about struggles that simply don’t need to be discussed, none of that really helped you when you were struggling. But today, you were struggling.

“Ugh! That tacky son of a bitch made fun of my suit today, can you believe it? Like - I mean - C’mon! We basically wear the same things but in different colors, I don’t know what he’s on about. Oh, and I had to go to the Embassy today. Luckily I didn’t need to meet with anyone but I - “ As Lucifer started his long-winded complaints, he stripped himself of his boots, hat, and jacket, then approached you. You were lying in bed, which wouldn't exactly be strange if it were early in the morning or late at night, but it was nearly dinner time. You were wearing your usual pajamas and had been scrolling through your phone for who knows how long. Did you have anything to do today? You didn’t have time to think about that.

Lucifer placed a quick kiss on your forehead, then between words, one on each cheek, then a final, slightly lingering, kiss on your lips. He finally plopped down and laid perpendicular to your lounging body, laying his head in your lap and looking into the ceiling as he went on. You set your phone aside, that had been plugged in and turned on since late last night, leaving it hot to the touch in your hand. You had become numb to it at this point.

None of this seemed to really come off as an issue to you. Who doesn't have a day or two where they can't get out of bed? You were sure you’d be ready to get back to work the next day, so it’s not a problem. Plus, Lucifer was here! You could get some quality time in with him and convince yourself that you weren't wasting a whole day. He went on and on. Talking about the Embassy got him on the topic of Heaven, which led to him sharing a story of how his brothers weren’t supportive of a specific invention he was sharing. “It was really something, you know. If I could've just been accepted by them, if they supported me.. like you do! maybe things could've been different. Maybe - “ Plop. Lucifer flinched at the sudden drop of water that hit his cheek. He wiped it away before finally discovering its source.

You were crying. It was silent, and you were holding your breath to prevent it from turning you into a heaving, sobbing, mess. Lucifer was quick to sit up, seating himself on his knees as he tried to question your disposition. He was finally noticing your overall situation. You are in the same spot that he left you in this morning, wearing the same pajamas, scrolling through the same phone that never left the nightstand. He started to feel ashamed that he didn’t notice any of this sooner. You had shifted your gaze downwards, picking at your clawed fingers like you would your skin when you were alive. This is embarrassing. You don’t want him to see you this way, you look like a mess. You tried your best to keep tears from coming from your eyes, but the fact that Lucifer was sitting near you in absolute silence somehow made it worse. You hitched your breath, trying to control your emotions in any way, then let out a shaky exhale that made your body shrink.

The moment seemed to go on forever. It felt like his eyes were burning into you. You had to do something. Anything. “I’m okay! I’m okay, Luci. Sorry, J-Just a rough day. But it's over now! We can just relax now. Promise.” You quickly said, your voice raspy due to it being the first words you had spoken today. You shifted yourself over, pulling the blanket aside and patting the spot next to you. Lucifer didn’t know how to respond. He’s seen you like this before, everyone has rough days. And why would you lie to him? You could go to him for anything. You knew that, right? He reluctantly moved into the bed, holding his arm out to allow you to snuggle into his side, finally resting your head on the center of his chest. Your eyes looked vacantly towards the other side of the room, as your finger mindlessly traced the seems on the side of his shirt. A monotonous task that kept your mind on anything other than how you were feeling. Today was just one of those days where every little problem you’d encounter was tipping you over the edge, sending you into a spiraling mess.

He knew something was wrong. He didn’t push you away, you clearly needed the contact, but the warm spot that you created from staying in bed all day was apparent when he went in to hold you. Sure, he’s seen you like this before. But this was different. “Darling..? Erm.. Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to - I should’ve.. How was your day, love? Wanna.. talk about it?” He always struggled with words. It’d take him a while, but he’d always manage to get what he intended when he spoke. “Oh, um.. It was good.. My day was good. Didn’t do much, but that’s okay. Just a relaxation day I suppose.” Ah, relaxation. You’ve used that word before. He always wondered; How come relaxation never meant going to a spa or doing something legitimately soothing? Was laying in bed all day really what you considered relaxing?

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry. Go on, you were talking about your brothers? What were you - “ Your diversion was immediately noticed. Before you could even finish your question, Lucifer had taken your chin and angled your head upward to look at him. It was a struggle for you to meet his eyes. You gulped, and no matter how much you wanted to pull away from his grasp, you didn’t. Tears were welling in your eyes the whole time, and even though your breath had calmed, you still seemed winded. “Please tell me what’s wrong. Please. Let me help.” It seemed like everything just fell into place. Lucifer finally picked up on things you never realized came from your insecurities and paranoia. And he wanted to fix it, not stop it, actually fix it. You hated how the idea of it surprised you. It shouldn't, of course, he’d do this for you.

“ I-I promise it’s nothing.. I’ve just been feeling off today, I just want to be close to you. That always helps.” You smiled up at him. No matter how forced, he returned your smile. “Well.. Do you think.. Talking would help?” You tensed up as he spoke, an obvious sensation to Lucifer since you laid suddenly uncomfortably on his chest. “Hun, you know that stuff really isn’t for me… I don’t benefit from that, I think. So don’t worry. Just - be here. For me? Can you do that?” You began to sound agitated. It wasn’t an aggressive plea, more like a plea for this conversation to be over. He wasn’t a huge fan of how you spoke, it came off as a sort of insult to him. Did you not think he could help you in the same way you did for him? He could try. He wanted to try.

He planted a small kiss on your forehead, then traced his hand up and down your back, feeling your tension melt as he did so. He pressed his cheek against the top of your head and picked up your hand in his. He traced your palm, running along the wrinkles and folds of your skin, then lightly grazed his claw up the length of each of your fingers. He sent a starfish motion across the entirety of your hand before finally interlacing your fingers. You stared at his movements the whole time, watching only for a moment before your eyes glazed over, leaving you in a sort of mindless state. He squeezed your hand after giving it attention, which brought you back to reality. Your eyes had continued to drip, leaving a few small specks of wetness on the part of his shirt that sat below your face. With the newfound grip he had on your hand, he pulled your still clasped hands up to his face, rubbing his cheek on the back of your hand before pressing gentle kisses across your knuckles. His eyes looked at you, half-lidded, with your hands still held to his lips.

Well, you weren't lying when you said being around him helped. Just the sight of him caring for you in this way, calmed your mood. You managed to accept that your actions today wernt like you. That something had taken over in your mind to keep you weighed down in your shared bed. “Thank you.” It barely came out as a whisper when you said it, bringing your clasped hands to your own lips and pressing a kiss on his own knuckles in response. “Of course, love. Anything for you. I mean it.” These actions weren't exactly new to the two of you, these were methods you occasionally used to help Lucifer fall asleep, or calm him down after a rough day. But he was using it on you. He had learned how to take care of you, by watching what you do. Noticing how you act on a daily basis and how that contrasts from the version of you he’s seeing right now. It was a subconscious transaction that you two had. But when you did notice it happening, you could hardly contain the mixed emotions you felt. Embarrassment, Pride, Love..

“ I mean it.” He repeated, snapping you from whatever state of mind you caught yourself in, “You know that, don’t you? You know I can help you, right? ” Now, this was new. He’s never questioned you like this. For some reason, it became difficult to respond. To admit that you knew he had your best interest in mind. “Tell me.” He wasn’t demanding, he seemed genuinely concerned as he spoke. Your cheeks flushed, feeling some sort of embarrassment. “Y-Yeah, I know.” You were quiet, still.

Lucifer didn’t seem completely convinced. “I’m sure you do. But can’t you just.. I want to know what goes on in your head.. If that makes sense. I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking this - No, I want you to try and talk to me. Just try?” You almost scoffed, trying to play it off as some kind of joke. “It’s not important, I’m feeling better now, that’s what’s important.”

That’s when he became agitated. He gently sat up, lifting you up with him. “No! It still matters. Tell me how you feel. Or - how you felt, I don’t know..! Talk to me. Please.” He had a tight grasp on your arms, almost shaking you as he spoke. You tried to calm down, you really did, but you felt forced into talking. Not in a negative manner, just in the way that your instinct to isolate yourself in this state was being challenged. You were physically reacting, tensing under his touch and lowering your eyes to the point he couldn't see them. You rubbed your hands against your thighs, trying to figure out what to say. It seemed like it took too long for you to respond. When you did it came out in the form of broken sobs, your hands moved from your thighs to your cheeks, running your forearm across your face to wipe tears. You broke.

You finally open up about your day. About how today, you felt like you didn't have any reason to get out of bed, how it felt okay to just rot there. You tried your best to describe what makes you this way, but you really weren't all that sure yourself. And despite how much Lucifer struggles with his own words, you were almost silent when it came to describing how you felt. He would nod his head and keep a calm composure, just like you do for him. It took everything in him to just hold you as tight as he could, to repeat I'm so sorry and it'll be okay and I love you so much. But that's not what you'd do at this moment, and he realized how much he'd hate that for himself. It’d feel disingenuous. You loved physical affections, even the slightest intimate moments were improved by a simple hand-holding, or just sitting close to Lucifer. And right now, you felt ashamed for wanting to push him away. But you didn't.

He cooed you, and pulled you in close, his arms engulfing your curled up body. He continued to rub your back, just like you’d do for him, and would ask if you needed anything multiple times, even if you politely rejected each time. Just to be safe. You let out a gross mixture of sobs and apologies, and possibly some things that you’d regret saying later, but the dam was broken at this point. After you had calmed down, he loosened his grasp to let you sit up, your body stiff from holding it in that position for so long. He was quick to create some tissues out of thin air and hand them to you, catching sight of your reddened eyes and nose, but he also made it a point to not stare at you. He’d turn his gaze to the floor, or to your hands, or he’d rest his head on top of yours. “So..? How are you doing?” He almost sounded nervous when he asked as if he might have messed up at some point. “I feel disgusting.” You said bluntly, your voice nasally due to your nose being so stuffed up. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I told you this stuff doesn't work for me, I feel awful still.” A bittersweet smile hit his face, but you were still making it a point to keep your eyes away. “I know, love. But, I’m glad you did it. I’m.. well, I’m glad you’re talking to me - I know it was hard.. So.. thank you, I suppose. You did good.” His words were choppy as if he was still figuring out what he wanted to say. He said what he needed to though.

You let out an absolutely exhausted sigh and leaned back into his chest, bringing both of you back down onto the bed. After a bit more backrubbing and hums of affection, you finally lift your head to look up at him. He was absolutely glowing. The smile on his face brought you butterflies that you didn't realize could resurface after being with someone for so long. “You did so well~” He said in a low tone, keeping his eyes locked on yours, and keeping your head turned upwards by gently holding your chin. “W-Well, don’t say it like that.. Perv..” You let your suddenly dirtied mind blurt out a nervous response. “Hey, that one’s on you. I would never proposition a damsel in distress.” He tapped your nose, speaking in a theatrical voice, before meeting your lips in a much-needed kiss. “Love you.” You muttered into his lips, only to feel his smile form in response. His eyes weld with affection for you when he pulled away. “I love you.”

Even if you felt awful after your little outburst, the reality of laying in bed all day finally hit you with a burst of adrenaline. You weren’t able to sleep after that and Lucifer had no complaints about that. The rest of the night was spent doing silly little things, Lucifer demanded you do your nightly routine, insisting it would help your mood. He provided snacks, started a movie that you mentioned you wanted to see a while ago, and sat behind you as he either brushed your hair or spent the time to give you a thorough massage.

You were so proud of him. You always struggled alone when this kind of thing happened. And, although a little awkward, he was exactly what you needed him to be at that moment.

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Shadow's Embrace Ch.29

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 29 - The 5 Stages of Drinking Alone

That night marked the second time you had cooked for Sukuna.

The rich aroma of stir-fried beef and vegetables simmering in a spicy, savory sauce prickled at your nose as you set the knife down on the counter with a soft clink.

You tuned the faucet, letting the hot water run over your hands, so lost in thought that you hardly noticed the heat nearly burning the tips of your fingers.

The whole day you'd been mulling over how comfortable this all felt, how familiar—when it absolutely shouldn't.

You had put in a lot of effort, going as far as preparing an assortment of side dishes that you had meticulously arranged on the coffee table. And honestly, it was mostly due to the thrill of finally eating something other than overly salted, greasy takeout for the first time in days.

But there was also the fact that you would be sharing this meal with Sukuna...

Let’s just say you didn’t hate the idea.

It was ridiculous, really—you didn’t even know if he was serious about you keeping your end of the bargain. Yet, the desire to impress him was so persistent, so undeniable. You imagined his brows unfurling, his hands unclenching, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at the taste. You wanted him to soften toward you, to see you.

You craved it so intensely that you barely felt guilty about cooking for a monster like him, using ingredients bought with stolen money, in an apartment where you were essentially confined.

And you hated him for that, you truly did.

Though, perhaps it wasn’t even him you hated, but rather, the impenetrable block of ice around him. Or even more fittingly—the raging fire that burned everything in its way.

You knew extinguishing that fire was an impossible dream, a goal forever out of reach. But maybe, you could contain it, shrink it from a forest blaze into something smaller, something more manageable, like a house fire. Maybe then, wanting him wouldn’t seem so foolish. Maybe then, reaching for him wouldn’t feel so impossible.

They do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so it was worth a shot, right?

You left the pan on a low simmer as you waited for Sukuna. Despite his completely erratic personality, you'd noticed over the past few days that he returned home at almost exactly 8 p.m. every night.

So you'd started preparing about an hour in advance, and sure enough, at five minutes past eight, the door swung open.

Sukuna walked in, with a black undershirt clinging to his muscular frame, and his robe slung casually over his shoulder. He sniffed the air, his gaze tracking down the source of the aroma. As his eyes landed on the bowls and plates you had arranged on the small table before the couch, his brow arched in surprise.

Maybe he hadn’t expected you to follow through on your promise. Hell, maybe he didn’t even want you to. The sudden rush of anxiety that came over you was laughable. You hated how easily he could make you feel like this—anxious, second-guessing yourself.

From the corner of your eye, you tracked his movements as he strode past the kitchen, completely ignoring you. Without a word, he disappeared into his 'quarters,' slamming the door shut behind him.

You cringed. Great. This was embarrassing, but you weren't going to let him ruin this for you. You deserved to enjoy this meal with or without him.

Grabbing the kitchen tongs, you scooped a generous serving into your bowl of rice. But just as you were about to sit down, the door creaked open once more.

Sukuna reappeared, now without the robe over his shoulder, and—curiously—carrying two silk pillows in his hands. You watched him, uncertain of what to expect, as he placed a pillow on either side of the coffee table. Then, with a gracious movement, he crouched down and settled onto one.

“Are you done yet? The smell’s tolerable, I suppose.” he grumbled, eyes narrowing at you in what was probably his version of an invitation.

Your lips quirked up in surprise. So, he was joining you after all.

You quickly loaded another bowl with rice and beef, walking it over to the table and setting it down in front of him. He sat casually with one knee pulled up, and the other leg stretched out under the table, his calf brushing against your designated pillow.

You sat down opposite to him, cautious to avoid touching his leg, as you waited for him to take the first bite.

When he raised the chopsticks to his mouth, you couldn't help but notice the way his arm flexed with the movement, his muscles thick and well-defined under his tattoos. It was... distracting, to say the least.

And in your distraction, you almost missed it—the subtle shift in his expression as he chewed. How his brows relaxed, how his eyes seemed to brighten, ever so slightly. It was nearly imperceptible, but you'd spent enough time studying his face to catch even the smallest change.

You smiled to yourself, only for him to snap back to his usual self, glaring at you as his grip tightened on the chopsticks in his hand. “What are you laughing at, woman?”

You waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing. Just wondering if you liked it, that’s all.”

You leaned back, intending to rest your hand on the floor behind you, but instead, your palm landed on something warm—Sukuna’s ankle.

Fuck, of all things.

You jerked your hand back in shock, knocking your chopsticks to the ground in the process.

“Ah, I—” Flustered, you quickly ducked under the table to retrieve them. But as luck would have it, the chopsticks had rolled in the most unfortunate direction—about ten inches away from Sukuna’s... well, his crotch.

You swallowed, trying to stay calm, and reached for the chopsticks without drawing any attention. But when you finally grabbed them, your eyes involuntarily flicked up—and... there it was, staring you in the face. The fabric of his pants stretched over him, outlining everything.

Oh.

You quickly looked away, cheeks burning.

If that’s how he looked soft, then—no. You were not going to go there. You were not some kind of depraved pervert.

Clearing your throat, you slid back up, holding up the chopsticks to emphasize that they were the reason you'd disappeared under the table for a good minute. "Uh, sorry about that," you mumbled.

Sukuna, however, seemed entirely unfazed, already back to devouring his meal, side dishes included. Did anything embarrass this man?

Probably not.

He was such an odd creature.

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In the days that followed, life became a touch more engaging, with a wider array of options to fill the endless hours of this painfully dull house arrest.

With Sukuna’s permission, you'd ventured a block beyond your set limits to the grocery store, where you picked up a cheap TV from the electronics department at the mall along with a handful of DVDs.

Using such a large amount of stolen money at the checkout felt morally questionable, but given everything you’d been through, a small bit of comfort wasn’t a crime, was it?

Now, your daily routine included trips to the supermarket, afternoons spent watching cliché movies, and evenings cooking dinner for you and Sukuna.

Those dinners were mostly spent in silence—Sukuna wasn’t much of a conversationalist at the table—but every now and then, he’d grace you with what passed for a compliment in his book: “This doesn’t taste as terrible as it looks.” “I’ve had worse.” “I suppose you’re good for cooking, at least.”

It was progress, wasn't it?

After dinner—came training. As brutal as ever, Sukuna never went easy on you, but at least you were getting better. Your cursed energy was slowly returning to its former level, and you were regaining control, little by little.

Three more days passed in this relative peace, but you were still desperately counting the days until Sukuna’s promised 'reconsideration'. While you had adapted to the routine, you still felt like a dog in a cage—it wasn’t really living.

You missed your friends, your parents, and all the people you cared about. The guilt of hurting them gnawed at you, especially in the quiet moments...

This particular afternoon, you found yourself sprawled across the couch, legs dangling over the armrest, half-watching a predictable romance movie on the new TV. While the plot was utterly, utterly cliché, the male lead didn’t look half bad, so you were content enough to keep watching.

Sukuna had spent the morning holed up in the basement, a change from his usual habit of disappearing elsewhere. You couldn’t help but wonder what kept him busy down there, but you knew better than to ask. It wasn’t worth the trouble—he’d just snap at you for prying.

The movie was nearing its climax, the moment where the estranged lovers were finally about to reunite after years of heart-wrenching separation. But right then the familiar, heavy thud of Sukuna’s footsteps on the basement stairs pulled your attention away from the screen.

He strode into the kitchen, grabbed his keys off the counter, and headed toward the door. But along the way, he paused, his hands slipping into his pockets as his attention drew towards the scene on screen.

The male lead was in the midst of his grand declaration, confessing how his lover had haunted his thoughts in her absence, how his face burned whenever she was near, how his chest tightened, making it hard to breathe unless she was in his arms. Classic, over-the-top romance movie stuff.

You braced yourself, anticipating Sukuna to scoff or hurl an insult from behind the couch. But instead, he appeared... reluctantly intrigued.

His gaze flicked from the screen to you, and he pulled a hand from his pocket, pointing it toward the scene. “What’s this garbage?" he asked, his voice difficult to read. “That scrawny idiot... what’s he blathering about?”

You nearly laughed out loud. Of course—Sukuna had probably never sat through a romance movie in his thousand-year existence. But to not even recognize what was happening? That was rich. You stifled the chuckle threatening to break free as you replied, “It’s a romance movie. He’s confessing his love to her.”

“Hmph,” Sukuna grunted, his jaw tightening as he averted his gaze. His fingers tugged at the fabric near his chest, and he muttered under his breath, “Sounds more like he’s describing a curse.”

You smirked at the odd observation. You certainly considered your crush on Sukuna to be somewhat of a curse, so you didn’t argue. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you said, shifting to sit up.

Right then, the characters on screen leaned in for a dramatic, passionate kiss—the kind of lip-smacking, moaning kiss that would make anyone flush with embarrassment, and that was especially true with Sukuna standing right behind you.

You reached for the remote to switch it off, but before you could press the button, he interjected with another remark.

“I’ve never grasped why you brainless pigs bother with that,” he spat with disdain. “When I took my concubines, I didn’t waste time on pointless gestures. Fucking is a necessity—like food, combat, or breathing. Nothing more. Why complicate the matter?”

You nearly choked. Not only had Sukuna casually brought up his sex life, but he also managed to sound like the most emotionally stunted man alive while doing it. You turned to face him, unable to contain your lecture about how narrow-minded of an opinion that was.

“It’s more than just 'fucking.' It’s about knowing every part of each other—touching, feeling, connecting... You wouldn’t understand.”

He cackled, dragging a hand through his hair. “That sounds ridiculous.” And with that, he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

You sighed deeply, sinking into the couch cushions. That man was impossible. But no matter how much he grated on your nerves, you couldn’t get him out of your head.

With a groan, you grabbed your phone, determined to focus on anything else.

You pressed the button on the side, waiting for the screen to light up. With squinted eyes, you quickly punched in your password, deliberately avoiding the missed calls and messages from your mom. You couldn’t handle that pain right now.

You opened your feed, scrolling through the endless recipes in search of inspiration for dinner. Cooking for someone else—even if that certain someone didn’t bother to pretend he appreciated it—had somehow reignited your love for it. It gave you a sense of control, turning the lost time locked away into something... slightly meaningful.

After sifting through a bunch of bland or overly complicated dinner ideas, you landed on a recipe for a mouth-watering mushroom risotto.

Perfect.

You copied the ingredients into your notes and grabbed your coat for a quick grocery run.

The walk was short, and soon enough, you found yourself wandering the aisles, hunting down rice, mushrooms, parmesan cheese, and a bottle of cheap white wine. To your delight, there was a buy-one-get-one-free deal on the latter, and, well, you weren’t one to turn down a bargain.

Back home, you unpacked, took a long, hot shower, and began preparing dinner. The risotto simmered gently over low heat in the pan as you poured yourself a glass of wine—the bottle was already uncorked for the recipe, so why not indulge?

By the time the risotto was finished, it was perfectly creamy and fragrant, with just the right consistency, and just in time for Sukuna’s expected arrival. You sank into the couch with your glass, basking in the satisfaction of a job well done.

But as the minutes ticked by, your satisfaction slowly began to fade.

8:10 PM. Nothing.

8:30 PM. Still nothing.

By 9:30 PM, you were starving and long past the point of caring. You stomped into the kitchen and scooped a generous portion unto your plate—more than half, because screw him. You weren’t going to wait around for someone who clearly didn’t give a damn.

As you wolfed down the risotto, the exquisite taste was drowned out by the disappointment gnawing at you. It wasn’t just about having to eat dinner alone—you were used to that, having grown up with parents who were always away for work.

No, it was the fact that you had put effort into this, that you’d wanted to impress him, even if you hated admitting that to yourself.

You’d wanted one of his backhanded compliments. One of those smug remarks that somehow managed to make your heart thump in your chest. Instead, you were left with cold food and an even colder sense of rejection.

After finishing your plate, you dumped it in the sink, the half-empty wine bottle catching your eye. Well... if he wasn’t here tonight, you might as well enjoy the evening, right?

That stupid decision marked the beginning of the familiar 5 stages of getting drunk alone.

Stage one: Anger.

You grabbed the bottle and took a few bold swigs straight from it. “Who the hell does he think he is? Some kind of king?” you muttered, pacing the room with the bottle in hand. “Fucking idiot. He could’ve at least let me know he wasn’t going to join for dinner.”

With your free hand, you scrolled through your phone, looking for music to match your mood. You cranked the volume up, letting the pounding bass and angry vocals blast through the apartment.

By the time you emptied the first bottle, you were drained. You collapsed onto the couch, the playlist fading into the next, as if on cue; A mix of heart-wrenching ballads.

Which led to stage two: Sadness.

Your near-death experience, failing Ayumi, the guilt, the fear, the unanswered calls from your parents and friends—it It was like a dam broke, and you couldnt control the outbreak of tears. It wasn't the dignified kind of crying, either—no, this was the ugly, snotty, full-body sobbing that only seemed to happen when you’d had just enough alcohol to stop caring how you looked.

By the time the sobbing subsided, your face was puffy, your eyes swollen, and your sleeves tear-stained.

And that’s when stage three hit: Desperation.

Suddenly, you scrambled off the couch, horrified at the thought of Sukuna walking in and seeing you like this—like a complete wreck.

No way. Not happening.

You rushed to the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water, changing into something more flattering, something less… tear-soaked. You brushed your hair, checking your reflection until you looked somewhat presentable again.

Good. Crisis averted.

But when you stepped back out, your eyes drifted to the second bottle of wine still sitting on the countertop, staring you down...

Maybe just one more glass wouldn't hurt?

You poured yourself a generous serving and settled back onto the couch, opening your phone's selfie cam to ensure you still looked decent.

But just as you raised your glass to take the first sip, the sound of a key slipping into the lock startled you. Your phone nearly slipped from your hand, and you quickly sat up straight.

Sukuna stepped in, blood splattered on his clothes—more than usual.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised to see you still awake, before his gaze shifted to the wine glass in your hand and then to the empty bottle on the floor.

You knew that look. He was about to say something snide, some smug comment you weren’t in the mood for. So before he could get a word out, you beat him to it.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up. You could’ve at least told me you weren’t going to be here for dinner.” you hissed.

Sukuna huffed, clearly unimpressed as he tossed his keys onto the counter. His eyes flicked toward the stove where the risotto sat, cooled to a lukewarm temperature. He removed the lid and took in the smell, completely ignoring your remark.

“Hey!” you snapped, your frustration reaching a boiling point. “You could at least explain yourself! Or say sorry!”

He turned, red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the apartment. “Huh? I don’t owe you a damn thing,” he said, his voice a low, condescending growl. “As I recall, you're merely a tool in my arsenal, not my wife.”

The audacity.

You marched over to the kitchen, standing beside him as he casually grabbed a plate and served himself some risotto, completely oblivious to your anger.

“A tool?” You seethed. “Fuck you, Sukuna, I’m a human being.”

He didn’t even glance at you. “Exactly. You're an insignificant human. That's why you're owed nothing. I don't answer to humans. Or to anyone, for that matter.”

You clenched your fists, barely containing your booze-fueled fury. But even in your drunken state, you knew there was no point in arguing with him. With a huff, you stomped back to the couch and took a long drink from your glass.

To your surprise, Sukuna sat down beside you with his plate in hand. You shot him a sideways glance, irritated by his presence yet unable to resist gauging his reaction to the dish.

But instead of reaching for his first bite, Sukuna suddenly lunged towards you, roughly snatching the glass of wine from your hand. “You're intoxicated. Put down the wine, fool.”

Oh, so now he was sticking his nose into your business? You quickly yanked the glass back from him, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. For a brief moment, he looked a little humbled that you’d caught him off guard, but that expression quickly vanished, replaced by a deep, dangerous scowl. He slammed his plate down on the coffee table with a sharp clatter, clearly gearing up for a fight.

Well, he was in for one.

You defiantly gulped down another mouthful of wine, but Sukuna was fast. He seized the glass once more, gripping it so tightly you were surprised it didn’t shatter in his hand.

He shot you a deadly glare, a final warning that he wasn’t joking. But you couldn't care less. You reached out with your right hand as a distraction, and when he moved the glass away, you intercepted with your left, convinced you’d outsmarted him.

But of course, Sukuna’s speed and strength were far superior to your little trick. Your own fault for forgetting who you were up against... In an instant, he snatched your wrist, forcing you to let go when your bones crunched together.

As the glass slipped from your fingers, the wine splattered all across your chest, completely soaking your white shirt.

“Ugh, look what you did!” you snapped, wrenching your hand free from his grasp.

Sukuna shrugged, clearly of the opinion that you’d invited this disaster upon yourself. He tossed the glass over his shoulder, where it shattered against the floor in a million pieces.

Though you barely registered the sound, too busy fumbling with your drenched shirt. It clung to your skin, sticky and cold, while the sour smell of wine wafted up and overwhelmed your senses.

It was gross.

And so, in a bold move you would have never—ever—considered sober, you decided that if Sukuna had already seen you naked, what difference did it make if he saw you in just a bra?

Completely oblivious to how inappropriate this was under the influence of so much wine, you grabbed the edges of your damp shirt and peeled it off over your head.

Sukuna caught the whole thing and didn’t bother to look away. For a brief second, the corner of his mouth twitched, a certain curiosity battling against his usual indifference. But just as quickly, he masked it, settling back into his stone-cold facade as he let out a soft, irritated groan.

You shot him a glare, gripping the wet shirt tightly in your hand. "What are you staring at? It’s nothing new, right? ‘Nothing special’ ?”

His eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened—as if he were barely restraining himself from punishing you for that attitude. But instead of rising to the bait, he turned his gaze away and dug his nails deep into the armrest.

Meanwhile, you got busy wiping the remaining wine from your chest and hands with the dry part of your shirt, your thoughts muddled as the effects of that last glass of wine hit you—hard.

In your haze, you failed to notice Sukuna bending over to reach for his plate on the coffee table. And without a second thought, you tossed the wine-soaked shirt aside, completely unaware he was directly in the line of fire.

In a most cruel twist of fate... the shirt landed right on his face.

You froze.

In an instant, the athmosphere shifted. Sukuna's aura darkened and it was as if a thunderstorm had suddenly eclipsed every ray of light. His hand curled into a claw as he peeled the shirt from his face, revealing his eyes.

They were burning... fiery red flames.

You could barely discern his words through the gutteral growl that ripped from his throat. "Oh, you've done it now, little sorcerer."

Before you could blink, he had you pinned down against the couch, his large hand gripping your jaw so tight it was impossible to move. The sharp tips of his nails bit into your cheeks, and his musky scent mingled with the lingering remnants of spilled wine.

His chest pressed down against yours, the weight of him pushing you into the cushions. You felt the straps of your bra strain under the pressure, barely holding your squashed boobs in place.

Trapped like that and utterly at his mercy, you should’ve been scared—terrified, even—but instead... the next stage of drunkenness decided to hit.

Stage 4: Lust.

Each breath, each shift of his body caused a shot of adrenaline to rush through your veins, but not from fear—no, it was excitement. The kind that made your heart race, your body flush, and your skin tingle. The electrifying kind that made you look away because you knew that if you met his gaze... you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from closing the distance between your lips and his.

He hovered so close above you that his warm breath brushed your skin when he hissed through gritted teeth, “You truly believe you can escape any consequences, don’t you, you foolish brat?”

Sukuna tightened his grip on your jaw, and you could sense the raw strength of his hand—how easily he could crush your entire skull with it.

But the fact that he chose not to… oh, that was exhilarating.

"Look at me," he snarled. His whole presence exuding such an overwhelming authority that your body obeyed before your mind could process.

Your gaze shot up to meet his, and the moment your eyes locked—something in you snapped. A heat rose in your core, and you pushed your body against his, overcome with a sudden desperate need to be closer to him.

Sukuna’s eyes widened—not in anger, but in surprise. The fact that you weren’t trembling or shrinking away like a coward, but instead leaning into him, fascinated him in a way that was completely foreign. It was like a spell—a curse—had taken hold, and he couldn't stop himself from pushing back, his hips grinding into your lower belly.

His grip on your jaw was now so tight, that it forced your teeth apart... You looked up at him through your dark lashes, a red-hot glow spreading across your cheeks

And then the most unexpected thing happened.

Sukuna’s mouth crashed down on yours, leaving you utterly breathless. His hot, wet tongue pushed past your lips, claiming you in a way that was beyond overwhelming.

He wasn’t just kissing you; he was devouring you, forcing your attention on him and him alone.

You gasped against his mouth, unable to keep up with the intensity as his free hand slipped to the back of your head, roughly yanking on a fistful of hair and pulling you closer. He was demanding your lips stay locked with his, while his tongue explored every single corner of you.

It was as if he’d taken your words from this afternoon fully to heart: 'It’s about knowing every part of each other.'

The sharp tug of his nails at your scalp, the crushing weight of his body pressing you deeper into the couch, and his pointy corner teeth grazing your lips with every attempt to invade deeper—to the point of drawing little droplets of blood.

It was clear that he kissed in the same way he fought—cruel, harsh, and unrelenting.

Your chest heaved as you fought to get a breath in between the frantic meeting of your mouths. Your arms and legs beginning to tremble from the intimate skin-to-skin contact against a man so loaded with cursed energy.

“Sukuna—can't—breathe,” you managed to moan against his lips, your voice barely audible between the lewd, wet sounds of your mouths colliding... But instead of pulling away, he pulled you closer still, tugging your hair once more as he sucked on the tip of your tongue.

Until he finally pulled back, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting you as you both gasped for air.

Sukuna wiped the slick from his lips with the back of his hand, shifting his eyes away from you, as if he couldn't face what had just happened. His flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the ragged rise and fall of his chest made him look.... unmistakably human right now, despite how hard he pretended to be otherwise.

You swallowed, heart still pounding in your chest. Unable to get your voice above a whisper to ask him. “Are you oka—”

But he shut you up before you could finish, slapping his palm over your mouth. His left hand, still tangled in your hair, yanked harder, forcing your head back as his lips found your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, nipping as he moved down until they met your collarbone.

He slowly dragged his tongue along the skin, causing a low moan to escape you from under his hand, before he continued his trail.

When he reached the top of your breasts, just above the edge of your bra where they spilled over, the nipping turned into harsh bites. This was his way of releasing his anger—of punishing you, without having to kill you...

Your body jerked under the sharp pain, your hips arching against him as a low, dangerous growl rumbled from his throat.

You felt his cock harden at his crotch and push into your belly with a tantalizing force. The earlier encounter under the coffee table had already given you a faint idea of his size but damn—this was even more impressive...

The damp heat of your breath, trapped beneath his hand, started to mirror the growing warmth between your legs. It left you shifting uncomfortably, rubbing your thighs together in a futile attempt to relieve the ache building inside you.

Then, suddenly, Sukuna released his hand from your mouth, allowing you only a second to recover before his lips were back on yours—this time softer, giving you some space to breathe. It was no less intense but tender in a way, if you could call anything he did that.

His tongue danced with yours, finally letting you match his rhythm. Caught up in that flow, you managed to free a shaky hand from beneath his weight and slide it behind his neck, pulling him closer.

But as you did, his body tensed, and without warning, Sukuna tore himself away from you. The cool air of the apartment touching your skin where he had been before, leaving you cold and exposed.

A horrible, empty feeling.

“Hey,” you called out, brushing a strand of sweaty hair behind your ear. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer. He only growled as he rose to his feet and kicked the empty wine bottle beside the table with enough force to send it crashing into the wall, shattering into pieces.

You pushed yourself up, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable as the flush of drunken confidence faded. You instinctively covered your bra with your arms.

And just like that, you’d reached the fifth, and final stage of your drunken odyssey: Regret.

Sukuna's back was still turned towards you, and his fists were clenched tight at his sides. You knew you'd crossed a line, and now everything had changed.

What if he hated it? What if he hated you?

You could sense he was about to speak, but the thought of hearing those words from his mouth—of him closing off any opening, if there ever was one—was too much for you to bear. Desperate to avoid that outcome, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind:

“This was stupid. We shouldn’t have done that. Let’s just… forget it, okay?”

Once again, Sukuna didn’t respond. He didn’t even turn around. He simply... walked to the front door, opened it and disappeared into the cold night air—without a single word.

And you? You were left alone, with the shards of broken glass on the floor, the plate of risotto still untouched on the table—now as devoid of warmth as you were.

And worst of all? He never even got to taste it.

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