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xo2dee · 11 months ago
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PAIRING: Sukuna/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. True Form!Sukuna, Sukuna being an asshole, Mentions of Cannibalism, Bath Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Rough Sex, Hard Degradation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dirty Talk, Asphyxiation, Scratching, Biting, Masochist!Reader, Sadist!Sukuna, Reader calls Sukuna "Master" once, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Virginity Loss, Corruption Kink. WORD COUNT: 28,617. SUMMARY: Volcanic. If you were asked to describe, or even alone thinking about it, you’d say your devotion and passion for the man was volcanic.
A/N: this is long as fuck and probably one of my most in depth oneshots/smut i ever wrote but what can you expect with someone like sukuna. pls mind the tags and i hope you enjoy!!
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It was hot, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the Summer night, or because you may have been on the verge of having a hot flash due to tumultuous emotions.  
A lone bead of sweat sliding down your temple to drip onto the collar of your kimono spoke enough for your mood as it matched the apprehension licking its way down the nape of your neck to your trail down along your spine; a startling contrast in the matter to how serene and beautiful the night looked and felt as well.
The night was quiet for the moment, the tatami door haven been opened to give view of the obsidian sky with the risen midnight moon along with the magnificence and abundance of bright stars and lonesome clouds backgrounding it for quite the observation of an onlooker looking for a sight to see. You were no stranger to being enamored by such wonderous sights, your eyelashes falling heavily over your eyes as you blinked in tune to the way a lone breeze swayed the nearby branches of a towering cherry blossom tree, that the petals of wisped away towards the mountain range the palace laid atop of and the smooth and still lake below the palace. It was a heavenly sight, another hard contrast to the inhabitant of the palace that was due any time to come home.
You supposed it was that time again as well, a sigh heaving its way out of your lungs as you dipped a foot in the rippling water of steam and circled it around until the heated liquid tickled along your ankle and soothed the aching bones in your foot. It was time for him to come home, and it was his bath time. It had been two weeks since he had left, a regular occasion he took part of for his taste of carnage and his appetite, and whenever he came back, he was always in a mess and tracking through all the hallways until he got to his designated area for bathing. You knew what he left for, the footsteps painted on the floor in crimson told enough, but that still never deterred you from continuing to service him.
Even if he was a curse, ate people (you preferred not to think about that too much, but the days he came back with his nail beds caked in blood and you spied the corner of his lips crusted in it, it got difficult sometimes), and was all around the most feared presence in the land, he was rather fickle about his baths. He spent a sustainable amount of time in them, something you hadn’t expected from someone like him who spent more time dirtying himself up and dousing himself in blood then dipping himself into the relaxing water of a bath. Yet, given how he carried himself, his bath was fit for that of a King.
The onsen was closed off from a good part of the palace, remotely only near his quarters and where he lounged around for most of the day, and it was as beautiful as you had expected for how nice you noted the palace was whenever you first arrived there. Inside rather than out with dimly fire lanterns and the view you were looking out at from before, it was rimmed with a fine edge before lining itself up with various rocks holding a spout that continually poured hot water into the circular structure in a rippling rhythm that calmed your mind as much as it put your body on edge. It was wide enough for him and him alone, the sheer height of him taking up most of the bath as was and normally leaving no room for anyone else.
He truly made it for himself alone to enjoy after drawn out days.
You sighed again as your gut churned, not in trepidation per se, but more-so because you were inclined to see him again in a sick sense of affection you had taken up for him for the time you had been serving him. It was morally wrong, and perhaps a bad decision on your part to care for someone who had no regard for any human life, but you blamed it on your lack traction therefore in the matters of not having someone steer you in the right direction. Truth be told, serving the palace and him was truly all you had, something that he knew just as much as you did as it catered to his liking whenever he was in his mood to tease.
You were still deciding if that was pathetic on your half or not, and apparently it seemed to be to him if the many times you had huffed at him that you’d leave, and he had laughed in your face while goading you on told you anything.
(He had told you that you were free to leave if you so wished, but not only did that disregard the idea of you being killed over it if you left, it also disregarded the fact that whenever you said so and he aggravated you on to do it the grip he’d have on your obi or your waist spoke otherwise in a means to tell you that you weren’t going anywhere regardless.
Not that you particularly minded that either, the palace was rather luxurious and offered a good amount of protection, but you only ever said that at times to feel the sting of his nails through your kimono into your skin whenever he got wound up over the idea of you leaving. He liked to tease and laugh at you knowing you truly didn’t have the guts to leave him, but another part of you whispered treacherously in your ear that the mere thought of you running away from him made him angrier than he would’ve liked for himself. And that was something you weren’t sure of on your behalf whenever he’d dismiss and ignore you seemingly afterwards, but also something that only fueled your burning longing for him at the mere indication of his possessive nature over you.)
Withdrawing your foot from the water as it seemed to be accordingly to his temperature, you decided then to pass the time and bent low enough to pass your fingers through it, your knees pressed together hugging your chest as you tickled your fingertips along the ripples that seemed to calm your nerves for the time being. You tried to keep your head clear of any greying thoughts to keep your ears alive for the sounds of his footsteps, yet it was hard to focus when all you could think of was actually seeing him again. You ended up answering your earlier question to whether you were pathetic or not when you remembered that you put on a fine, white kimono embroidered with red orchids that accentuated you outstandingly, and one that he had supplied you with a while back before, for his return and the moment you had been told you’d be preparing his bath.
You didn’t necessarily know why you felt anxious to see him once again, you had welcomed him back plenty of times after his ‘trips’, yet you supposed it was more-so something you always felt deep down from your lingering desire for him that you had desperately tried to ignore.
(Then again, the older servant was always the one bath duty, and it had gotten put on you as she was busy tending to cleaning other things, so you were the one stuck with making sure all of his needs for the bath he’d demand for the moment he got back were ready.)
There was a long moment of silence as you lost yourself in your thoughts involuntarily, the breeze quiet and the lonely owl that had been hooting suddenly stopping as the hairs on the back of your neck rose in all-too familiar sensation. It was a suffocating sense, blanketing you in a surge of energy that tickled your nerves and nearly feel like your ribs were tightening in on themselves. Part of you could feel that sliver of fear make itself known with a pang to your stomach and your pulse quickening, yet the other more depraved part knew exactly what it was as the hum in your lower abdomen spoke enough for you as you released a low breath when the tendrils curled around your neck.
You blinked as it abruptly dissipated from you… then –
“Oh? Taking a bath without me? Or, perhaps, waiting on me?”
You never could find out how someone so big like him could sneak up on you like that, nor from the way you constantly kept your eyes and ears out for him, but lo and behold he always did and found it humorous if you ever jumped like a skittish cat. Nevertheless, your shoulders did jerk upwards, but you quickly stamped it down in favor of maintaining a mask of indifference rather than surprise and excitement to seeing him again. Last thing you needed was him bringing up so that you looked happy to see him again after so long to stroke his already large ego.
Yet you stood perhaps more quickly than you intended, bowing to him before looking at him while wiping your fingers along your robe and swallowing down the ball of saliva lodged into your throat to address him properly. The other trivial annoyance you didn’t what to happen was your voice to crack or to choke on your words in front of him in newfound nervousness that you got to see him again and for him to start teasing you for that as well. It was bad enough he liked to egg on your feistiness to try and get you to snap.
“I didn’t hear you come in; I apologize.”
His voice always slithered down your spine, the wavelengths wiggling into your brain to take home there each time you heard that low tremor leave his chest and soothe itself deep into your muscles and bones. “Lost in your own thoughts? Here I was thinking you were going for a dip.” Eerily, you compared his voice and tone to that of him dragging a nail slowly down your spine, tickling you at the same time of enticing you for whatever more sensations he could bring to your mind and body. “If you were though, then by all means don’t stop on my account…”
The warmth that enveloped your face didn’t help, out of annoyance or flusterment you weren’t sure, but you were glad that he couldn’t see your face so easily from your bent over position to see the thoughts cross over your expression and color your eyes. You stomped it down however, swallowing and holding back a sigh as you replied, “I wasn’t, and I got lost in time more-so.”
The hum that left him seemed to vibrate your entire body albeit you being several feet away from him, your eyelashes falling over your eyes heavily a few times as you alternated from looking at your own feet to his. The stark contrast in the clean and smooth vision of your feet and the crimson that coated his own feet and stained the floor always caught your attention, but you had long since grown out of feeling discouraged by it. You remained bowed at the waist as you watched him walk forward a few steps, eyes on the dark ink circled around his ankles and the sound of them apparent then as he tracked more blood as he went.
You didn’t rise up from your bow of respect just then, knowing he liked it when you waited for his dismissal of it as he also hated whenever people looked up at him without permission, and if the telling signs of his bare legs leading up to his thighs circled with the same onyx ink told you anything, it was that he was already nude (the man had no concept of modesty it seemed… well, apparently around you as you didn’t know if he walked around completely bare around the other servants). It was best you didn’t look for your own dignity. You could already feel the warmth take home in your cheeks and body the same time he spoke again, fighting down the urge to squirm whenever you felt the weight of his devilish eyes on you in a careful and powerful caress.
“How unlike you…” he drawled off, a tinting of humor in his voice while you watched him dip his own foot into the bath, the water tinging into a red from the essence on it, “Normally you’re the first I see and the last I get to watch go. I nearly thought you may have finally grew some guts and ran away like you’ve been crying about, but seeing you accounted for in here…” His voice was always so smooth no matter the scenario, yet the way he curled his tongue around the last words and syllables to let them linger in the air stirred a sensation down into your thighs.
“That’s not –”
“Hmm? ‘That’s not –‘,” he mimicked the tone of your voice in a manner that sounded way worse and more desperate than you would’ve liked to even admit since you knew he only did it when your voice took on a higher pitch, and heard his tongue click loudly against the roof his mouth, “What is it then?”
You bit into your cheek, feeling humiliated that longer you stood there in your bow and listened to him begin to pick you apart and willing yourself to not give in to biting back. However, you were none too strong in that department and found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. “All the servants are always there when you come back… and we never leave until you say so.”
There was a short, bite of his laughter, the sound of the water rippling as you shut your eyes when you realized he was walking in, and he was just as quick to throw something back to you. “And yet, I see you the most. Even now after I dismissed you, you still stand there bowing… Perhaps seeking validation from your Master, girl?”
It was hard then, your jaw clenching as he continued to prattle off in a challenge to get you to snap at him so he could have a good laugh and toy with you as he seemed fit. The feeling of awe quickly left you in favor of burning humiliation and annoyance over his inclination to keep reminding you of his place over you and how you tried to never call him that even from the moment you met him, knowing damn well of the dastard smirk that marred his face as he said it. He could probably see your form stiffen anyway, finding sick amusement in the way he knew he could make you annoyed if he accused you of trying to suck up to him.
Bastard.
You rose back up and reopened your eyes, dead set staring at the sliding door he came through so that you could easily make your leave since he had already dismissed you and had his fun toying with you. Your fingers knotted in the front of your kimono, teeth nearly feeling as if they were going to crack and break from how hard you were gnashing them together as you glared at the door instead of him. Then you remembered why you were more anxious for his return than excited: his mouth. Forget the affection you had, you were quick to remember how much of a bastard he was that annoyed you more than anything.
“Then,” you started out, making sure you added a tinge of venom onto the tip of your tongue as you smoothed your hands down your robe, “if you’re done and I’m not needed, I’ll be leaving.”
Your nape prickled with the feeling of being watched so intensely, though you were none too ready to look him in the eye since each time you did so sent you careening down further in the pool of treacherous and growing emotions you had for him. However, even as you went to leave, he wasn’t ready to let you go so easily.
“Brat. Where do you think you’re running off to now?”
You paused, mid-footstep and your heart constricted in your chest to let that fire die away the moment the words left his mouth and a familiar pit growing inside of your stomach from the tone of his voice. You had only heard it before in hushed whispers with your blistering jealousy you tried to ignore when you caught wind of him seeking out concubines. You hated the envy that grew like an incurable parasite in your mind the moment you find out he entertained himself with others, yet it was folly whenever you realized they never did last long and usually only were sought out for one night.
A swallow broke your silence, gnawing unease and buzzing excitement bubbling inside of you as you waited for him to continue and hoped it wasn’t anything that costed you your life. You were sure it was only so much before he could take your bratty attitude (but it wasn’t like he never indulged himself in your feistiness), yet his inclination to egg it on and the fact you were still walking around serving him spoke for different reasons. There were your days though, as his mood swings could’ve been compared to stranger, unparalleled weather, that he outright didn’t acknowledge your existence and all but turned his nose up at the ‘little human servants’ he had for himself, and then the next day he was grinning at you in perverse asking you if you wanted to sit on his lap instead of on your knees at his feet. He was enigma in all intentions, but he was also a creature of chaos you had to walk on heated glass for in circumspection to not fall into the boiling lava below that’d melt the flesh right off your skin with one wrong step taken too far or with too much weight applied.
After all, he was still a curse, and an awfully powerful one that could crush you at that.
“Look at me.”
Damn.
You didn’t outwardly sigh in fear of him hearing it and getting put off from it, instead heaving it in and out mentally as you accepted your fate that he wasn’t going to let you leave without addressing him properly. You squared your shoulders to gather up as much bravery and confidence you could to look turn and look him squarely in the eye – eyes… for whatever he had planned. It wasn’t like you hadn’t looked him dead in the eyes before, watching that stupid smirk line his mouth whenever he caught the glint of a fire in your eyes, but it had become even harder after he told you he could read you like an open book and knew every emotion you were feeling looking through your eyes alone. After that, you had done your damnedest to try and not let him know of the feelings you had for him that you knew were present in your face whenever you looked at him.
In the end you obliged him, turning slowly to finally face him and meeting his eyes after so long. His eyes were as red as they could’ve been, molten heat coming from them that liquified hard into your stomach in knots that ran free like magma cascading out of a volcano the longer you were exposed to them. And even as you stood there taking in his form relaxed and spread out in the bath becoming a tinge of a pink color from all the blood, you could only think of the growing tension that was building between you two from the amount of time you had been serving him.
Volcanic.
If you were asked to describe, or even alone thinking about it, you’d say your devotion and passion for the man was volcanic. It had been dormant the moment you saw him, watching the way all four of those eyes slid along all of the new servants’ bodies in a lazy dispute with his chin propped up by one of the four fists he had, like he was sizing all of you up and seeing if you all were truly worthy enough to be in his presence. The lava inside of you tied to the strings of your affection for him were properly quiet and loose for then, your spine tensing and senses prickling in trepidation the moment he landed on you and did his own sweep of you head-to-toe before meeting your eyes. You had stared back with as much indifference you could endure, your shoulders laxing the moment he looked away and moved on, miffed with his bored expression and gnashing your molars together to wonder just what he wanted by all of it.
When he hadn’t been looking and swept his hand through the air to dismiss all of but three of you, you took him in. The bulk and ripple in his bicep the moment he moved his hand proved his strength, the dark shade of his long nails matching the black ink circling around visible body parts told you more of him, the four arms nearly as horrifying as the mouth atop his abdomen and second face atop of him protruding outwards was telling of his nature, his hair a pretty shade of pink like the kimono you had been wearing that day and the glowing of his crimson eyes matching the blood that had stained his mouth and seeped into the cracks of floor as it dripped in tune off of his fingers the next day when you realized what had happened to the rest of the servants sans you and two others. He lived up his name then, the stories you had been told matching everything you had seen as you got down onto your knees with your cheek caught between your teeth and scrubbed away to clean the floor right below his feet.
He was… grotesque and monstrous; carved straight from the flesh pits of Hell by the Devil himself. Truly a curse in the world when you remembered all the atrocities he had done and the sights you had witnessed serving under him as you allowed the back his hand to wisp across your cheek and your head for your promise to him. A mock of affection you supposed, letting the hands that ripped and teared through people lay upon the top of your head in a pet in moments you sat on your knees in front of him, and it was horrifying to think about how he did it and how much you enjoyed it the more he did so.
He was plainly evil as they came, nothing but a void of obscurity that followed him in dark fog of bad luck for those he deemed it fit for. He was… 
Sukuna.
Or as you had heard in hushed whispers the name villagers whimpered in fear at the mere thought of him: Ryoumen Sukuna.
Two-face Sukuna. You didn’t understand until you saw him up close that day, unable to look away from the uncanny way he looked when all four eyes landed on you and bored into your very soul to strip away any fabrications lying overtop yourself in his name. 
At that moment however, his name didn’t scare you as much as it did back then when you had been living in your village still, alone and bound to another before you ran off at nineteen from the prospect of vowing yourself to another before you ironically curled in on that thought and ended up ‘vowing’ yourself to another. You couldn’t remember when it changed honestly, serving him turning into… well, you were still serving him, but the complications that came along with it twirled away from you being just a measly servant that tended to his needs to someone that also kept his entertainment high whenever he was bored. You didn’t know why it was you; perhaps it was the way you liked to stare at him, scouring every inch of his skin you couldn’t find the means as to why you found him so fascinating, how you wondered someone of such an extent could even exist and how the man before you had once been a human, to the very reason of why he seemed to keep you around.
(You learned mere hours later that after cleaning the blood running through the floor that you and the other two had been the lucky ones, and you were best to be glad to be the one fitted for his presence.)
The magma inside of you had boiled the moment Sukuna first brushed against you, the muscle in his arm bigger than your head skimming along the side of you the moment he walked past and forever changing the way you looked at him whenever he brushed your cheek with an open palm. It was scalding; his skin hot with the blood of a curse coursing through his veins and deterring you from having any other focus for the rest of the day. It was an array emotions from then on out, your lust burning like hot lava in your gut every time he was near and spiraling out of control in moments you’d get your ‘praise’ whenever you did something right. You weren’t too sure if he showed the same type of ‘affection’ to the other servants, but there was a part of you that it didn’t quite settle well with if he did.
And it wasn’t like you ever got the pleasure of the people he brought into his bed, something that clawed at your brain in envy after you realized the extent of what you were beginning to feel for the man.
Part of you felt horribly disgusted with yourself the moment you realized your heart stuttered at the sight of him and your gut twisted at the mere mention of him, your inclination (or lack of, therefore) towards the men of the village not even comparing to your captivation with the King of Curses in spite of his carnage. Though perhaps it was because he was someone you had not ever seen before, his looks and power unmatchable above all else that drew you in like a moth to a flame and your sick attraction to knowing that the man could easily kill you with a flick of his wrist, but he didn’t. And that was perhaps what was so fascinating to you about everything and why your emotions went to Hell when it came to him, a burning stone inside of your mind and heart that continued to grow against your sternum brighter and larger with no intention of dying out the longer you were around him.
What made it worse was that he knew; he knew, if the intentional claw grazing across your cheek in a sign of mock affection with that smirk that was nearly too big for his face told you anything. He knew and he was playing with you, holding the strings to your puppet waving you around and wondering just when you’d crack and let him win his little game. You were none too ready to give in to him however, something that more than likely equally goaded him and annoyed him, but you knew if you wanted to keep his attention you were going to have to keep him busy with toying with you.
And so far, it seemed to be working.
Sukuna’s stare was like a white-hot cast iron pouring its contents all over your skin, seeping deep into your bones that groaned from the attention and melted away into mush inside of your muscles to leave you weak in the limbs ready to fall to your knees before him, and even as you watched his eyes do that long drag down your body and back up to your face like they always did, you already knew he was in for another round of a game. His form always captivated you, as it was in that moment from the way two of his arms were perched atop the rim of the bath and the other two lying still in the water, steam rising from his skin and water together creating a thin layer of haziness about him as the rest of his body was covered but the middle of his abdomen and up, so you were free from embarrassment of seeing the rest of him (not that it wasn’t something you hadn’t thought of at times, especially when you took in his towering height and double appendages).
You held his stare firmly, trying your best to not show your obvious flusterment he had brought upon you again, and the red of his eyes carved out a chunk of your gut to leave you with an even bigger pit of anxiety. Not so much that you were afraid of him, but wary of the rising fire between you two that seemed to be getting out of control the longer it was kept up with. Part of you wondered when it would eventually simmer, the fire dying and solidifying to its cool texture into that of an igneous rock in semblance of what was brewing between you two, and part of you was anticipating it ended soon.
“What is it?” you eventually asked, inwardly squirming from those bright eyes and masking your voice to sound less wobbly than you felt.
A fine, arched eyebrow rose on Sukuna’s face, his eyes narrowing to that of a feline’s (Sukuna was like a cat, you realized; he was a big, lazy cat flicking its tail about in a challenge for you cross over into his territory, and likewise to that of a feline toying around with you much like one would a mouse – cornering it and playing with it until it seemingly had enough) and a low hum leaving him. He made a show of eating you alive with just his stare before you watched one of his arms below the water rise, his index finger already pointed out as he flicked water off his clawed nail and turned his hand upwards, curling the long and thick appendage in a ‘come hither’ motion at you.
“Come here.”
The command made you still for a moment, your stomach suddenly flipping on itself in numerous different directions and filled the most chaotic of emotions. That phantom burn was back, cutting into your body and leaving deep lacerations along your flesh in its wake for the lava to take home and seep into your veins, while your heart stuttered at the call. You were no stranger to it, often obeying regularly and tending to whatever he wanted, but having him say it in the condition he was in was… not particularly something you were used to. Sukuna was well known for only wearing a layer of garment along his bottom half with no footwear or a top in sight (as well as the times he strutted around in just a kimono that showed more skin than covered it, more-so because he wore women’s kimonos since the sleeves could fit his other arms as well, which was why you and the other servants normally got kimonos as seemed fit), so you were used to just shamelessly ogling his chest and abdomen as much as you wanted, but him nude?
Not something you got to see, and there was a part of you that wondered if he was doing it on purpose.
(Foolish of you to even consider it, you knew that he knew that he was doing it for a reason.)
Nevertheless, you followed after his call, your steps somewhat slow as his hand remained outstretched, though he changed to his palm being open and face-up. You regarded him carefully as you got close enough to stand over him, watching his nostrils flare once before he nodded his head at you to come closer with the movements of his fingers helping him as well. A swallow was all you could muster, watching as one eye watched the movement very carefully before sliding back up to your face, awaiting for you to bend down far enough to his level so that your face was closer to his.
“Closer,” he purred, full lips twitching to barely hold his sick sense of humor.
You didn’t want to think on how the tone of his voice sent you mentally into another spiral, your ribs tightening and a snake wrapping itself around your stomach burning with the ravenous want for what was presented and to strike out for what it sought after. You could feel the hum along your lower belly, the sweat lining your spine ever-present as you as you felt another drop of it slide along down your back as you bent low enough for to rest your chin into his palm. Not something that hadn’t been done before either, but not used to it as well since it seemed rather intimate in some situations as opposed to him sizing you up.
His hand was as warm as it always was, and fingers still strong as he closed them in on your cheeks and pressed into your face. Sukuna squeezed your cheeks so much that it puckered your lips into a pout, something you duly noted that he took into consideration as the tips of his nails slightly dug into your skin. You blinked heavily trying to hold the eye contact, no doubt knowing that he could hear and perhaps feel the increase in your breathing and the thudding of your heart as that became fact when his lips twitched and another hum vibrated through his chest. Sukuna’s long eyelashes lowered over his eyes the same instance his canines came into light from his grin, sharp and dangerous in the warm light from the lantern that did little to help ease the sculpted contours on his face lined with that dark ink.
Sukuna leant in closer to you, his smell of blood masked by the wafting heat into your nostrils and eye ducts making you blink cutely at him as one of his eyes drifted around every inch of your face, “Perhaps you weren’t so eager to see me back then?” he murmured almost dreamily into your face, a front he put on whenever he was blatantly asking for you to stroke his ego, “A shame… Leaving so soon after seeing me.”
He squeezed your face once and relished in watching your expression push into one, before letting up enough for you to talk and grazing a nail along your cheekbone, “I’m not,” you persisted, more on the desperate side than you would’ve liked to admit, but seeing his eyes light up at your whine encouraged you to keep speaking, “I just thought you were dismissing me… And I’m always eager to see you back and I always eagerly await your return.” Your fingers clenched around the fabric of your kimono, Sukuna’s attention so close to your face making you think of less appropriate things to do to him and wonder just what it was like to feel his sharp teeth bite into your lower lip.
The grin that twisted his face was something that excited you as much as it unsettled you, like he was the cat who caught the canary and was going in for meal. His fingers squished your cheeks together once more before they drifted off, a finger trailing to pull down on your bottom lip before it slowly curled around your neck in one swift squeeze. Your thighs tightened in on themselves at the contact, his hands so much larger than your own something that never went unnoticed by you or him as his seven foot and some inches form completely dwarfed everyone in the palace. His nostrils flared in a show before he spoke, nails slightly digging into your neck as he squeezed your throat harder and his thumb rubbed along your pulse point.
“Eager to please, aren’t you?”
Yes, yes, yes. Your fingers knotted harder into your kimono, knuckles protruding outwards from your skin, “Always for you, Lord Sukuna.”
“How interesting,” he purred out once again in your face, a low vibrato that tickled your brain just right and had you biting the inside of your cheek when it warmed your body. However, nothing really prepared you for the moment he dropped his eyes down to look at your mouth, a low hum leaving again as brought his face mere centimeters away from your own.
You froze, not used to the attention he brought an intimate area like that, watching through heavy eyes and a parted mouth as he only seemed to come closer into your space.
Was he…
Your face warmed heavily, steam from the Onsen not helping as you fought between looking at his lips and his eyes, his face coming closer… and closer… and closer until –
Sukuna’s hand abruptly left your throat, flicking your forehead before pressing a finger there as he suddenly leant back away from you and pushed you away by the finger on your forehead. He had the gall to look disinterested again, like he was annoyed as another hand rose to scratch at the inside of his ear whilst looking off the side and examining the nails on another hand.
“Then you can wash my hair… and clean my nails. I can’t be bothered to do it right now since you’re so willing.”
The heat from the water just below you wasn’t enough to keep that foggy screen you were looking through at him up, the dousing chill you felt encase your body overwhelm you the moment he pushed you away by just a finger was enough to bring you out of your stupor. Whatever fog you had conjured up in a hazy mist looking at him whenever he had your face in his hand completely dissipated as he disregarded you from that odd little playout you two were having. Of course, what were you thinking? Sukuna never once really showed intimate affection that of a kiss to anyone so far from what you had seen, so what would have made you so different? It was your girlish wants, your long-time dream since you were a child to have a King or just a strong man offer up some affection to you, to have your first kiss by someone so powerful and take you into their arms…
It was every woman’s dream down in the village you had been born into, full of prospering life and growing by the day, but also your village was only down the mountain away from you lived as of then. And the King that you all looked up to was not the king your mother had read to you about in bedtime stories.
In reality, you were longing from a kiss from the Devil himself nearly; inhumane in his features and actions, and not a King that was seeking a Queen more than he was seeking out the means to drive fear into people to let it be known he was the dominant lifeform in their world. Sukuna was the one they needed to fear and was to respect, and he was the one that got it, because no one in their best mind would dare to oppose him – unless, of course, you wanted to talk about the abundance of sorcerers that had it out for him. Nevertheless, when you took in your situation and the reminder of your less than inclined attitude to seek out the men in your village rather than a curse, you supposed you could only blame yourself for falling up short and deeming yourself a true fool like he would call you.
You respected Sukuna, and, as much you wanted to bask in his affections and wanted him, in that same dance you could not stand his presence at times.
“Then you can wash my hair… and clean my nails. I can’t be bothered to do it right now since you’re so willing.”
You couldn’t stand him. He was annoying.
The entirety of the words caught within your throat you wanted to say to him felt like vomit stuck to your tongue, leaving you to steady yourself after his show of indifference to cover your humiliation as one-hundred words of varying degree ran through your mind at his behavior. You should’ve expected it though, it wasn’t the first time Sukuna toyed with you and you had gotten your hopes up for a sliver of affection, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened either for you to get caught up in thinking he was obliging you only for him to feign innocence and order you to do something else entirely. He was a conniving bastard really.
Moreover, you swallowed it all down, maintaining eye contact with the lower eye he had directed at you still to gauge your reaction whilst still inspecting his disgusting nails, and bowed with your cheek caught between your molars hard enough to draw blood, “As you wish.” You really were pathetic, weren’t you?
The noise that pushed passed Sukuna’s lips sounded more like a huff, like he was aggravated that you were obeying his orders instead sneering at him that he played with your wants and you were just obedient as always.  He perplexed you in more ways than one at instances like so, as he demanded and expected the world’s best respect from his servants and ‘disposed’ (read: killed and ate) the ones that didn’t meet those expectations. You knew Sukuna was a complex being, his interests being so flippant and his moods changing so fast it gave you whiplash, but for being fussy about wanting you to get down on your knees with your forehead to the floor praising him he sure did prod at you to get you lash out at him like you had done that one time…
You preferred not to think of it too much, a sigh you kept welled up in your lungs as you meandered over behind him, as the look in Sukuna’s eyes that day frightened you as much as it had excited you. It wasn’t that he was particularly angry, the dilated pupils spoke enough for that, but you didn’t realize how much he liked it whenever you finally spoke around him that wasn’t your mumblings that he made you repeat because he ‘couldn’t hear you’. Truth be told, you didn’t think about it often because it got you more… desireful than you would’ve liked to admit, and that defiant streak you had hidden underneath the constrictions of your kimonos came to life every time you saw that light in his eyes.
You ignored Sukuna’s little predator stare he was shooting at you as you came to stand behind him, a frown marring your face as you realized the only way to ‘tend’ to him was to sit directly behind him… with your legs opens… and perhaps nearly having your legs over his shoulders…. Bath duty was going to be the death of you.
The throb that emitted from within was a tickling sensation along with the presence of dampness rubbing against you, like your heartbeat was finding a home elsewhere and very familiar to you when you remembered it was same exact feeling you had felt welling up in your lower abdomen on a night that you had slid your fingers underneath your kimono and into your undergarments when you remembered that Sukuna was –
Sukuna’s head shifted, two bright, cherry-colored eyes finding your own in deadly precision that rooted you to your spot and diminished all thought in your mind whenever he spoke so quietly and sharp you had to strain to hear him.
“What are you doing?”
You blinked along with a small swallow, focusing on the dab of blood along his sculpted jawline and reprimanding yourself for getting aroused at merely the thought of your bare thighs touching his (bulging, ridiculously muscled, big) shoulders and arms and pulled yourself together enough to answer him. “I… I’ll have to sit behind you, to wash your hair that is.”
Sukuna gave you a languid blink, “And your point is?”
Ah yes, what was my point? “I was just letting you know that since I know you don’t like being touched without permission…” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t speak between clenched teeth at his haughty behavior.
“That’s hardly a problem… However –” You didn’t necessarily like the way his face split up into another Cheshire grin, a perverse nature in the way he slid one eye along what he could see of your body, “seems like that kimono’s a little too tight to spread your legs in, take it off and you’ll have an easier time. Don’t wanna mess it up either, do you?”
Despite what may have been Sukuna’s true intentions to get a peek of your form for his own pleasure, he was right. Your obi had been tied securely that morning, like it always was since you hated constantly readjusting it whenever you were tending to your daily duties, and the kimonos normally were restricting as was, but that still didn’t quell the bundle of tickles welling up in the acid of your stomach at the mere thought of just undressing in front of him. Having a nagajuban on underneath helped some and you could easily move your legs better in it, but it was also one less layer of fabric that separated you from Sukuna and it was rather thin.
Nevertheless, you complied him with a bow and flusterment evident in your eyes, deftly undoing your obi and the articles that helped secure your kimono in place before you were slipping your arms up through the silk sleeves and unraveling yourself free of the kimono. And all the while as you did so, he stared. That same stare you got whenever he was in a mood and wanted to toy with as deemed fit; the heat of the gaze of which hotter than the water in bath as you felt it prickle along your skin in chills in a phantom burn that boiled much like lava inside of a volcano ready to erupt. It was unnerving as it was seducing, feeling two eyes that time slide along the silhouette of your figure through the reedy fabric of your robe as you pulled yourself free of the extravagant kimono and folded it up to lie on a nearby jutting rock, and whenever you returned your gaze back to him he had nothing but that slick smirk split up on his face and eyes dilated as he shamelessly looked at you from head to toe.
“That’s better. Now c’mere,” he wiggled two fingers at you, eyelashes lowering in a way that shouldn’t have made him look as handsome as it did, “I’ve waited long enough.”
Sukuna was going to be the death of you. Metaphorically or literally, you weren’t sure, but you knew the costs of what you were getting into the moment you stuck around and followed after him like some lost puppy.
You gave him another nod, trying your best not to sneer at the back of his head whenever another short laugh left his chest as he faced back forward, and took the most inaudible, long inhale and exhale as you could before lowering yourself down to sit behind him. Even then you knew that any type inspiring mental talk you tried to put yourself through, that nothing would’ve really prepared for what you were going to do. You had touched Sukuna before in brushes much like he did you, but what you were going to do then didn’t compare at all.
The heat from Sukuna’s body was radiating, already making you flutter your eyes from the mere onslaught of it so close to you as you came down on your knees first, the thin layer of your nagajuban letting your covered knees skim across the expanse of his broad back. It was then you realized sitting on your knees wouldn’t work, pulling them out from under you with your cheek caught between your teeth as you wiggled your feet into the free space that wasn’t took up by the sheer mass of his body. Still, even then your knees were slightly digging into his shoulder blades, warm skin from his body churned your stomach and made you spread your legs further to try and help quell the familiar, uncomfortable knot growing within you at the mere thought of touching him.
You squirmed a fraction, lightly wincing at the all-telling sensation of dampness coating you that you’d have to care of later that night.
And in front of you, Sukuna cracked the knuckles in his fingers.
You tried not to think about the contrast in the light of your robe and the darkness of a spread tattoo scaling down his shoulder blade brushing against one and another, instead swallowing your anxiety as best as you could and ready to ask him what he wanted done first when you abruptly stopped by a splash of water hitting your face.
One arm of his had suddenly rose, a hand flicking all five of its fingers as he presented it to you to flick the droplets in your face, and his voice droning out as you blinked the hot water free of your eyelashes. “Start with my nails, you’re a woman so you should know how to do it… Though, your nails are disgusting half the time.”
Bastard.
Thankfully he couldn’t see the way you rolled your eyes, grimacing at the back of his head while keeping your hateful words to yourself when you obliged him and took hold of the hand he was presenting to you. Never mind that they were painfully calloused and as warm as ever, the size of Sukuna’s hands compared to your own would forever startle you – Hell, the size of his hands whenever he brushed them across your face was horrifying. He was larger than you on every way, something that should’ve frightened you and made you turn away, but even as you sat there digging your nails to pick free dried blood and flesh bits embedded into his own, you couldn’t find the means to turn away in disgust from him.
And on your own accord, you still obliged him, cleaning his nails free of any gunk to his liking.
(Though, he had the audacity to tell you that your nails were disgusting when his were always coated in old blood and pieces of human flesh whenever he ripped through people and didn’t have Uraume present to cook for him, and you were more-so annoyed that he was just being a hypocrite and prodding at you.)
Whenever you had finished one hand and were pulling free a rotten piece of skin from underneath his thumb’s nail on the second, he spoke while flicking water about, “Your sharp ass knees are digging into my back, move them.”
You would’ve grumbled if you didn’t think he’d dunk you underwater, obliging him as you then decided to be slightly cheeky and throw your legs over his shoulders, calves sitting snugly atop them as your feet rested along his pectorals. He gave no reaction much to your chagrin, perhaps a slight tilt to his head to acknowledge that you had put them there, but otherwise it seemed he didn’t care. Unsurprising given Sukuna’s odd nature to randomly touch you whenever he felt like it, but a win on your part since it wasn’t so often you were freely able to touch him.
Once you had grimaced and flicked his nails free on the second hand and moved onto his third, Sukuna graced you with his own version of light conversation, something you weren’t necessarily used to given his penchant of cooing at you in backhanded compliments and ways to get you to stroke his ego. Though, you perked every moment that he actively spoke, whether it was to you individually or not.
“You interest me, you know that?”
You paused, surprised and perplexed at the claim, and turned your gaze a stray pink strand of hair curled over his ear, “I’m not sure what you mean.”
He casted a long look at you from over his shoulder, a glittering red eye sharpened and narrowed down as it nearly felt like he pulling your soul out bare for him to observe and prod at as he seemed fit. “Don’t play coy, girl, you don’t think I don’t know of your little situation?”
Situation… You had various ideas running along in your head to what he could’ve been alluding to, but the one that stuck to you the most was you ever-growing feelings for him that you were sure he had eventually caught onto. Still, you wanted to at least try and play ignorant with him in hopes he got impatient and just told you instead of dangling it above your head. “I still don’t –"
Sukuna mimicked your voice again, cutting you off and flicking a hand through the water, “’I still don’t –’, bah, don’t give me that innocent bullshit you like to pretend you have with me,” he turned forward with a sneer, but a hand from underneath the water rose to curl its fingers around your ankle, scratching at your skin there before trailing a long nail up your calf, “A girl unmarried comes here from the village… Willingly as well. Can’t tell if you’re just stupid or got a death wish, but given your… situation there’s a little more to the story, isn’t there?”
Your skin puckered and tickled from his ministrations, something he caught on to as the tip of his nose grazed along the side of your knee, dangerously close to your inner thighs while he sniffed you in his course. He repeated the motion twice before he pinched your calf and sent you a hard look from underneath his eyelashes, a signal he wanted you to speak up and answer him before he lost interest and left you hanging.
And if there was anything you wanted, it was Sukuna’s full interest in you.
“You said it yourself,” you managed out, rubbing your thumb along the jointed bone in his middle finger, “people do get insufferable at times.”
Sukuna’s nose tickled along your inner thigh so delicately as you felt your lower abdomen twist and flip at the action, nerves coursing through your spine and veins as he pulled away and circled his nail around your Achille’s heel. He hummed once while alternating between your balancing your leg up on one finger and bouncing it, an air of inquisitiveness to him as he regarded your words. “How odd of you to say, turning against your own species. Still, satisfy my curiosity; what was it? Are you just ‘adventurous’, looking for a way out in life? Hmm, that doesn’t suit you, you hardly ever roam around here; maybe it’s something deeper, huh?”
You didn’t answer him right away, his thumb nail dipping into your foot enough to draw a small dab of blood that you didn’t shy away from. Nor did you feel disgust when he turned his head enough for you to watch his ridiculously long tongue fall free of his mouth and lick up a slow trail to let the stray blood broken free of your skin seep into his tastebuds. You could see the ink on his tongue that matched the markings on his body, but you were more enamored in the way his tongue felt lapping along your flesh, the length of which you were aware, but the feeling of it tickling along you in wet laps, hot from his carcass of a mouth and puckering your skin was… enticing.
You wondered if you tasted good to him, a devious thought crossing your mind whenever you briefly thought it would feel like to have his tongue drag its way up your inner thighs until wiggling along a place that had never been touched before… a place you were more than willing to allow him to defile if he so wished. It was no secret Sukuna had sex, but it was always a want to know what it was like – not just in general, but with him.
The coil that had been steadily growing in your belly pulled considerably at the path your mind suddenly took, deep in the recesses of your mind thoughts that you only conjured up late at night, and your expression withered into that of mock pain as you flexed the calf he was holding from all the attention. Sukuna cut his eyes back to you, wriggling his tongue back into his mouth and a low hum rumbling of his chest as he assessed your expression.
“What was it?” he continued without missing a beat, dismissing the fact that he had just licked you, “Parents about to marry you off to some flesh bag down there and you just couldn’t stand the idea of being tied down? How droll, living the rest of your little life serving someone, I could only imagine how it burns you up inside…”
…What was he getting at?
“Or –” his curled all fingers around your ankle, and squeezed, “Perhaps they can’t handle you, your bratty mouth is enough to speak for and I don’t think anyone would put up with it… so maybe you ran off thinking you could find someone that could live up to your wants…” Sukuna’s nails dug into your foot harder, scratching away at your skin as more blood ran free and coated his appendages in a startlingly crimson. It seemed he was truly just an insatiable creature when it came to his appetite – be it flesh or other wants in general, Sukuna was voracious.
You winced at the wounds, the sting of pain burning just for a moment until it numbed out, replacing a heated hum within your mind and body at the rough treatment, and you waited for him to elaborate further. Your mind was less than stable for the moment, wondering just how he seemed to know everything about you when you never even spoke of your past to him. Though, he had a point when he mentioned your deep-rooted desires…
“So?” he prodded at you, catching your attention before it wandered off too far, “Tell me. Maybe your dearest father sold you off and you’re covering it up because you can’t take the fact they didn’t want you. Don’t be so upset about it… all the women like that end up here; just damaged goods…” His voice tampered off into a sick purr, like he enjoyed the idea you may have had issues with your family and it was why you ended up at his palace, and his tone trailed into something that offered a façade of softness. He was talking to you like he was taking pity on you, but if it wasn’t for the condescending way he was speaking and overall, his personality, you might have believed him.
But alas, he was Sukuna. He loved tearing people apart – physically and mentally.
He squeezed you harder when you remained silent, quiet from the way he was analyzing you as the bones in your foot began screaming at the pressure and your blood began sliding and curling around his forearm like a snake constricting itself around him when he broke skin. You couldn’t stand how blood complimented his skin, like he was born to be a predator in all his intentions – like he was born to be murderer and shroud himself in an ominous fog for the remainder of the time he walked the Earth.
Like people were supposed to fear him for all of time (how long had he already been alive for; how long would he be alive for? He’d outlive you for sure…).
You watched his lips part again, those canines you fantasized seeming much larger from the shadows the lanterns were casting, and decided to answer him before he had another chance to try and insult you or assume you abandoned by your family.
“That’s not it,” you snapped out, watching that gleeful grin split his face at the fast way you responded and when you thumb pressed down onto the bottom knuckle of his pinky finger. It wasn’t enough pressure to break it, Sukuna’s body was practically indestructible when it came to humans and you had unfortunately witnessed him growing back a foot once when it had gotten severed in a fight (you’d never forget the way it all molded back in bone, muscles, tendons and flesh, nor the sounds it made), and continued before he had a moment to prattle off again. “My parents love me, and my mother knew I didn’t want to marry since she was arranged herself… But there’s only so much they could do anyway and they tried to keep me hidden, but…” you stopped and scowled, remembering the priestess of the village pairing you up before you had ultimately left everyone and everything behind.
After that, it was how you wandered into Sukuna’s domain, seeking a new life in a place you wouldn’t have been able to ever been found by anyone that knew you. What you didn’t expect was seeking a way of salvation in the means of someone who couldn’t quite offer it.
He was quiet for a few moments, eyes scaling across every inch of your face, possibly seeing ever blemish, pore, markings, and any imperfections as he went, before he hummed and arched an eyebrow, “And yet, you still left them. Can’t imagine how that broke their little hearts, and can’t imagine your poor little husband-to-be,” he broke into a hiss, eyes staring at you, but more-so they were looking through you and he was seeing something else entirely together, “You don’t wanna go back to a place where you’ll be living a like little placeholder doing what you’re told to do, but you come here to nearly do the same and you don’t want to leave… Why is that?”
He knew, and he just wanted to hear you say it.
You swallowed, holding his gaze steady and murmuring out the words that nearly got lost in breeze outside and the steam rising from the bath, “I’m perfectly fine here…”
You didn’t answer his second claim, too afraid of his reaction.
Sukuna abruptly freed your ankle, eyes dangerously narrowed in a heavy smolder and his tongue making itself seen again as he curled and swiped it along all his fingers to lick your blood free of him and left your leg alone to sit atop his shoulder. A breath of a dark and velvety chuckle left him, tickling at your brain and making your skin erupt into more chills at the way it vibrated through your legs and the rest of your body as he pulled free his third hand to give you his fourth while rolling his neck and facing back forward. You took his hand without a word, slowly going back to cleaning underneath his nails as you tried to process that he truly had picked you apart without even you having to tell him anything.
“So interesting. You little brat, you oughta be grateful then… If only they could see you now though.”
You didn’t have an answer to that, your lungs squeezing for you to take a breath and your heart slamming against your ribcage,  knowing damn well if your parents found out you were serving and lusting after the man everyone feared they’d be crushed you were in his clutches. However, they’d believe you didn’t come to him willingly, believe you to be hypnotized by the curse from one of his abilities, though it was far from the truth. And you were grateful, you had stayed at the palace for a long while and nothing had become of you (read: you becoming his dinner), which was why your captivation by him only seemed to grow and you wondered if Sukuna only kept you around for you to tend to his needs.
You had half a mind to say something, thinking that perhaps his little speech was of means to get you to confess on why you had lingered about for so long and never actually tried to escape like some of the other servants did, but Sukuna was Sukuna, he didn’t care about petty, little, insignificant human feelings. Part of you thought about placing your hand atop the side of his chest, spreading your fingers along the significant width of it to look for that steady beat underneath all the flesh, blood, muscle, and bone to see if his heart still beat; a silly thought of your behalf, he wouldn’t be walking if he didn’t have a heart, but you assumed it more to coax you in a metaphorical sense than physical. Your affection for the man was far beyond that of only wanting to be his bedmate, something you knew you would never get no matter what, something that was incredible foolish of you to think of as you could feel the Gods smiting you for thinking you’d ever be anything more than another human to Sukuna, and nothing more than that of a pet to him.
And for that, you kept your mouth shut, keeping your true wants of wanting to feel him in more places through your kimonos tucked away in your heart and only obliging him for whatever he wanted when he asked.
You really were pathetic.
Sukuna didn’t speak again for a while, long enough for you to finish on his last hand and move to wash his hair. The pretty pink locks were always in an arrange tangles for the most part, slicked back on his head with oil and matted with… other essences you didn’t like to think about as you were meticulous in the way you washed it. When his shoulders relaxed as your nails scratched through his scalp, you grinned behind his head in victory, spending a less than needed amount of time there since it seemed he liked attention in that spot as you freed it of more gunk. Though, wrangling another particularly hard knot free and soothing your fingers through the strands, you took notice the unease in the atmosphere; Sukuna’s biceps bunching in like coiled snake poised to strike, and the veins in his forearms and hands making themselves known in a show of his rising agitation.
He was getting annoyed.
You were ready to ask him what was wrong or you were doing something he didn’t like, stomach becoming heavy with anxiety, but he beat you to the punch with a series of words that that horrified you more than that time he had you feed him severed fingers like grapes into his reclined form and awaiting maw doused in the bits of flesh and blood that came from them.
“I’m bored now. And I’m sick of playing this little game you’ve conjured up.”
Fear struck you for a moment, a feeling of absolute terror that Sukuna had grown bored with your existence entirely and was about to dispose of you threatening to make you literally bow your head into the floor and beg for him to keep you around. You hadn’t wanted to sound so desperate for him, but (pathetically) he was all you had and you would have been telling the biggest lie if you said he wasn’t what your mind and body had been craving the moment you laid eyes on him.
The words were on your tongue, ready to plead with him to give him whatever he wanted and start up a rebuttal that if you were so interesting that it would be best if he kept you around, when the familiar sensation of his nails grazing the skin around your ankle stopped you, letting your eyes wander over the way the tip of them so deadly but gently drew a pattern around the bone of your ankle before he curled his fingers around it in a strong grip. The heat from his fingers was boiling, nearly feeling that he was searing into your skin to melt the flesh away until he could feel your bone, and you opened your mouth to say… anything, but were thrown for a loop when suddenly your vision was warped and your world bent and turned upside down.
Literally.
Sukuna tugged once and one moment you were staring at his nails scratching at your ankle and coiled his long fingers around it, then the next you were underwater.
You didn’t get a moment to even process really how it had happened (your mind quickly concluding though after you heard the splash that he had dragged you over his head – flipping you – and into the bath) or how the hot water was pricking into your face like needles, stinging and burning your skin in stabs as you gritted your teeth before you felt his hands curl under your armpits and lift you free from being underwater. Your nose was clogged from the onslaught and your eyes watery from the invasion, something you tried dastardly to rid yourself of before you faced him and let an array of words fly off your tongue if you hadn’t finally looked him in the eye after coughing and sniffing through all the water.
You were pissed, and he knew that. And it was something he was expressing extreme humor in as well.
Sukuna had that same grin on his face, gleefully taking in your face and the rest of your body that was presented to him as you only glared with about as much dignity you could’ve mustered for someone that had gotten roughly handled and drug into a bath full blood and anything else imaginable. He hoisted you up closer to him, your erratic blinks from the motion flicking stray droplets free from your eyelashes as you felt your legs stretch as wide as they could for your knees to sit onto either side of his hips and hover you over his bare lap. You didn’t dare to sit down, your nerves pricking as a voice in the back of your mind screamed from the close proximity of you two, and instead only stared of what you could of his face while awaiting for him to speak.
“You look like a drowned cat; all weak and pathetic… but I can tell you got something to say, so say it,” he goaded at you, teeth as white as ever reminding of the old folklores you had been told of beasts in the ocean water with just rows of sharp teeth that tore flesh apart so easily.
Frustration welled within you, every single insult of a name you wanted to call him sitting on your tongue sour for you to spit out. And yet, you didn’t, wanting to leave him egging you on in want for you say it to him.
And it worked.
Sukuna brought you closer, his natural musk making you dizzy while you alternated from looking at his sharp canines (that you still longed to know what it felt like to have them bite into your lip, or graze across your collarbones), and the intracity of the tree bark-like protrusion he had on the left side of his face (that you wondered to know what it would feel like against your lips if you kissed him where his cheek was to be, and hoping that he could still feel it underneath that partial mask), and holding your breath to keep from fainting in his hold from being so close.
“C’mon, say it.”
Your face was hot, not only from being dunked into the bath water, but from his dangerous nearness and you hovering over his lap in nothing but your nagajuban and him being completely bare in the water below, something you tried desperately not to let show on your face was affecting you and something you tried not to let your libido wrap around too much for your excitement to take shelter in more as well. You had half a mind to just stare at his lips, thinking perhaps that would give him the idea of what you really wanted, but with Sukuna’s face coming closer and the hold he had on your becoming tighter, you couldn’t help but to only stare at him.
You frowned, a nasty scowl deepening on your face as he continued talking.
“I know how bad you want to, you’re not as discreet as you like to believe you are. What’s the matter? Afraid of a little word? Or are you just waiting on my permission like always? Well, you have it, go on, tell me what I want to hear –”
“You’re an asshole.”
You weren’t sure if that’s what he wanted to hear, but it was the first words you thought of and the first words you got out of your mouth. A lie you would be telling if you said it didn’t feel good to call him that, but a screaming in the back of your head telling you what you had was just going to cost you dearly. All feelings left you, dread imminent for just what he had said: your bratty mouth. Your tongue was venomous, saliva bringing itself forth from your gums as you thought of ways to backtrack what you had just told him but finding nothing and leaving you drowning toxin as it seep back down your throat to settle in the bubbling acid of your stomach and constrict around your heart to leave it panging in aftershocks for what you had done. A swallow was all you could muster, blinking as innocently as you could as you awaited his reaction.
And from his expression, you had actually managed to catch him off guard… but that wasn’t always the best idea.
God, you had really done it.
Though waiting on him to bite back surprised you, as Sukuna’s lips twitched first, then his fingers tightened on you before he threw his head into his shoulder blades and laughed; full-on guffaws you had ever rarely seen the man do that shook his body and echoed throughout the room. Sukuna’s laugh bordered on one of most eerie and horrifying sounds you had ever heard, he laughed boisterous and without a care in the world, but usually whenever he laughed he did it for a purpose. A purpose in which was in his favor, like whatever was presented to him in a challenge and he knew already he’d come out on top in his victory, he would laugh.
That made you all more anxious for what was to come.
You only watched the swell of his Adam’s apple bob for a few seconds longer, his chest rising and falling with each breath as you were jostled in his hold before he stopped with a loud sigh and craned his head back forward to look at you. You tried to remain as impassive as you could, but it was hard with someone like him who could scrutinize you with a single glance, and it didn’t help either whenever he leant back into your face with another of his vibrating hums and a newfound, pleased light in his eyes you hadn’t ever had the chance to see before.
Sukuna smiled again, a third hand rising out of the water to trail a nail against your cheek as he tutted at you, “Now was that so hard? Want me to praise you for it now? Must feel good doing what you’re told and getting a reward for it…” A lethargic blink on his behalf let you watch a droplet fall off his own long eyelashes, his next words slow and with a hidden meaning that made your skin pucker into chills went you thought too hard about it, “Keep talking and I’ll give you a treat like the good girl you are.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in, flustered by his voice and annoyed by the way he was talking to you altogether. Am I a dog now? Disregarding the way your stomach fluttered with the ghost of butterflies at the way he spoke, you realized Sukuna truly was only wanting to mess with you, like he always did. It really was just that; he wanted to provoke you enough to get you to snap back at him so he could laugh and tease you as he saw fit for his entertainment. He had gotten bored with your compliant behavior and wanted to strike a nerve in you somehow, dragging you into the bath whenever his little psychological warfare didn’t work against you and winning the upper hand once he got you in.
The back of your teeth mashed together, that feeling of frustration balling back up into your chest when you thought about if that’s what he really wanted then you could give it to him. You could test how far you could go with the insults if he was allowing it, your tongue sour to scrape all the bitterness off of to get what you really wanted to say to him out in the open. Consequences be damned, if Sukuna really wanted you to keep talking, you would.
You glared at him, getting even more annoyed whenever he only seemed to grin harder, and let the ties holding back your submissive behavior snap, “Is that what this all is? You just want me to degrade you? Call you an asshole, a prick, a bastard? I could go on…” You felt confident in speaking to him, nevermind he could easily squeeze until your eyes and spine popped free of your body, but the more you spoke to Sukuna like that, the more you felt alive. Why had you not done it before knowing you could live in the end?
His lips puckered, a low whistle breaching your ears and he let another devious chuckle out as he rolled his neck, “Such nasty words for a pretty mouth, maybe I made the right choice in not cutting your tongue out…” His words did little to scare you, knowing if he had truly wanted to do it he would have the moment you caught an attitude with him. A finger pulled at your bottom lip, exposing the bottom layer of your teeth as he tapped his nail against your teeth, the clicking noise annoying you as much as he was in that moment. You took a bold move then, biting down on his finger in retaliation for putting in your mouth as he only seemed to tiredly sigh and press down on your tongue with a squint, “Have you not ever heard to not bite the hand that feeds you? Then again, you’re some lousy, village girl with no education… I shouldn’t expect much from you.”
You let go of his finger, pissed with his little comments about you that were less than a praise (or his own twisted version of a praise), and squirmed in his hold. You dug your knee into his hip when you realized you couldn’t move that much, then at a loss of anything to bite back him said what was on the tip of your mind again, “You’re annoying me. This time, I will really leave.”
A bark of laughter made you pause and huff at him, ready for his next insult as he returned to pulling at your lip, “I’ve lost count how many times you’ve bitched about that, and frankly it’s gotten on my last nerve…” His hand gripped your face again, squishing your cheeks and forcing you to look him in the eye, “You and I both know you don’t want to leave.”
You didn’t have a doubt that he could feel the warmth of your cheeks onto his fingers, fisting your own fingers into your soaked robe underneath the water’s surface as you replied, “And how would you know?”
There was a beat, the breeze outside going quiet once more as the crickets left and you were left alone with Sukuna, and you knew then you should’ve bit your tongue on that question. The ambiance took a devastating turn so quickly, the banter between you two seeming almost lighthearted and flirtatious all but diminishing, and its place something… more, something hot, and you could feel that volcanic rumble the moment Sukuna’s pupils dilated the longer he looked at you. A bead of water trailed down you’re your temple and Sukuna regarded you for a long moment, his eyes remaining unblinking and unsettling you the longer he did so, before let go of your face and trailed along your jawline, lightly scratching at your skin as he went and whispering hotly into your face.
“Because your body is saying otherwise.”
A shock went through you, a chill sliding up along your spine to tickle at your brain that froze you for the time being as you tried to fight off the look of guilt on your face. He couldn’t have known… there was no possible way… The dread filled up your gut the same time you remembered your positions, desire napping in your belly like a fat snake steadily growing in warmth as Sukuna’s hand slid down to your neck, fingers making a show to tap your jugular before squeezing your throat once more. You fought back the whine as your lower regions throbbed once more, Sukuna’s nostrils flaring out again before he hummed and dropped his gaze lower to your chest.
And stared.
Just stared, until he grinned and circled his thumb along your throat, nail pressing in and –
“Nice tits.”
You balked, mouth gaping open at his claim and looked down to see what could’ve possibly made him say something like that until you realized you were practically all but nude for him to see. Your nagajuban truly was just some flimsy material you wore underneath your kimonos, the thick fabric of those keeping your covered, but since Sukuna had… asked you to nicely to take it off and you were just in the thin fabric that was stuck to your body like a second skin drenched in water and had become see-through and your nipples were hard and poking through the cloth and he was just staring at them – !
A noise that seemed to be what he was waiting broke free of you finally, an embarrassing, girlish gasp bubbled up from your lungs whenever another hand (him having four hands was a curse) rose up and pinched at your nipple experimentally and rolled it in-between his fingers. Whenever you wiggled and arched your back as you felt the numerous twinges of pleasures shoot down towards your belly and begin to make your body uncomfortable with want and flooding with the need to be touched. Not a smart emotion to feel on your part, and seeing his insufferable face split more into amusement only cemented that fact that you knew what was coming.
“So sensitive… Make that noise again,” he purred, tickling you and enjoying watching your face twist at his touch, “The act is cute, but I’ve grown bored entertaining it… Why don’t you really tell me why your body is feeling like this?”
“I’m not sensitive,” you argued back, trying your best to bat his hand away from your stimulated nipple, but to no avail as he resorted to just palming and squeezing your breast altogether. You huffed and let him have his way for the moment, gritting your teeth as you made up an excuse, “You threw me in hot water unexpectedly, of course my skin is going to react like this.”
“Is that so?” Sukuna’s hands left their respective spots, instead both wrapping around to caress the back of your neck and the other two holding your waist steady underwater, face coming closer than before and you stopped yourself from staring pointedly at his lips, “You lie, girl.”
He titled your head back, forcing your back to arch deeper and your thighs to brush against his sides as he pushed himself to tower over you, enjoying the way you bent under his demands and were pliant in his hold when he wished. To your horror, Sukuna sniffed you, the rumbling in his chest akin to a low growl as he squeezed at the nape of your neck, teeth too straight, too white, too sharp, on display as they gleamed with his victory and mesmerized you all the same. He laughed again once, titling his head at you like a curious animal before indulging you in your worst kept secret ever known.
“I know the smell of a bitch in heat, and you reek of it.”
If you weren’t mortified before, you certainly were then. Sukuna could smell you – Sukuna could smell you. He already had seemingly heightened awareness and senses, but you didn’t think he could smell… that. Your airways were restricted, mouth gaping back open with newfound heat seeping into your entire body; your muscles sagging and bones feeling nothing but like grounded mush as you could only stare at him with the truth out in the open. Though that very piece of information had morbid curiosity and stimulating excitement fueling a deeper part in you to know just where he was going with it. A treacherous, wanton part of you hoped he was leading to where you thought he was because… the idea Sukuna wanted you like you wanted him was… exhilarating. And if he had been waiting on you to just say it or something…
You didn’t get a chance to even process it too long, for Sukuna had started speaking again the moment you let the realization spread across your expression. “Foolish girl, you didn’t think I knew? Every time you’re around me you carry the scent of it, and I thought it’d be fun to play your little coy game, but I’ve grown terribly sick of it,” his eyes widened and you wondered if the glow from his eyes was your imagination, or his intimidation tactic, “You little brat, women throw themselves to my feet constantly, did you think pretending you weren’t like them would make me favor you? Make me chase you in the end until I snapped and put you in my bed?” he paused for another moment to let his expression morph into something near frightening, eyes dilating further as he took in your form so pliant underneath him and his nails scratched harder at your neck, “It doesn’t work that way, so it’s best if you own up now and maybe I’ll consider a solution.”
Sukuna’s words didn’t necessarily deter you, in fact him defending himself like that made it seem like you had quite the opposite effect on him as he was the one who had drug you into the bath because he had gotten sick of you playing coy. He could talk all he wanted, but the more he spoke the more he exposed himself to you, and that helped you in the end to fuel certainty that Sukuna did want you at least on a level of carnality.  And if the way he was holding you and had been trying to coax you to admit that you wanted him in that same spoke for anything, you knew your efforts had not been vain.
Sukuna had kept you along with him for a reason, and you weren’t sure what that reason was, but you knew most of it was his physical attraction to you. And you had stayed for your physical, mental, and emotional attraction to him, but you both would benefit from what had been brewing between you two like a long, overdue volcano ready to erupt.
You didn’t flinch in his grasp, instead eyeing him gently before letting your eyelashes droop and pushing your shoulders back, mentally grinning in victory when one eye slid down to stare at your breasts again. “I –” No, try something else. “Maybe I did, but it seems like it’s worked out in the end, hasn’t it?”
Sukuna gauged you from a long moment before his face split out into wider grin, another short laugh he gave straight into your face as you tried to ignore the remnants of skin in his teeth and instead focus on that treacherous long tongue. “So, what is it then? You want me to fuck your brains out until you can’t remember your own name? Or you wanna be my little whore?” A finger returned to pull at your bottom lip, the tension in the room far greater than the heat as he had murmured those words in the same tone from before while you desperately tried to keep yourself poised to not unravel at the seams.
A sigh threatened to leave you when images flashed through your mind at his inquiries, both making you anxious for what was to come to leave your stomach queasy as well as your body responding greatly to the ideas. You didn’t have to hide it anymore as you felt yourself beg from the pleasure in the form of your thighs growing hot and lower abdomen tightening up, bravely bringing a hand up to grab his finger and place on it your tongue, his nail scratching you there as you slid the appendage along to let your saliva coat his fingertip down to his second knuckle before closing your lips around it in a tease and popping it out of your mouth. He only watched with an amused expression, though the obsidian that was his pupils told you a much different story to how he was feeling underneath that mask.
It was nearly like you were in the caged clutches of a beast, ready to tear into your flesh be it by a pure physical sense or just alone sexually. Sukuna’s claws were controlled and ready, the muscles in him ready to snap from being so long coiled back like that of an agitated snake and he was ready to reach out into you to have his way that had been a long time coming. Moreover, it had been only a matter of time before you unraveled free from your fine silk hold and tumbled down below into the tattered seams of purity confined within the branches of Sukuna’s depraved world, and you lost yourself completely to whatever he was offering.
There was no turning back, and you let that be known as you looked him dead-set in the face.
“If I said both?”
Sukuna didn’t miss a beat. “Then you are a fool… But,” he relinquished all hold on you, returning back to recline on the bath’s edge with two pairs of arms splayed atop the rim and leaving you to hold yourself up by sitting on his spread thighs. You watched the shadows from the flickering fire inside the lanterns dance across his sharp jawline and daunting cheekbone, making him look all the more dangerous and unreal as he tilted his chin up and looked down at you figuratively, a challenge present in those rose-colored eyes that fueled the burning in your gut. “I’m never one to turn down such a desperate whore, though,” he paused to look at his nails, giving off the indication he was bored, “I’m also not some commoner. You seem much more inclined for this, so why don’t go ahead and show me – or yet, show me and tell me how much you want me.”
He finished off by circling a long finger along the surface of the water, giving you a long look from the side of his eye, eyelashes sitting pretty and brushing along his skin as he blinked languidly at you awaiting to see your reaction. You didn’t necessarily have one, swallowing as you understood that Sukuna was punishing you in his own way by not touching you and making you act on the progression of what was to come, and while you were nervous about the idea (especially when you were sitting on his thighs so close to him and he always had at least one eye on you) you couldn’t help not to feel that candle light of confidence burn inside of you. He was obviously affected by your body, and if you showed more of your body…
You could feel the magma inside stir; bubbling out of control and rising to its hottest temperature before it exploded free of its confined space the moment your decision was made. It was scalding as it poured into your skin, nearly feeling like all the walls holding your façade up were melting away your flesh and letting Sukuna see what rested beneath all the muscle and bone. He had burrowed himself deep even if he didn’t know it, pulling your bones apart and snapping to make himself fit within the skeletal cage surrounding your heart as he only dug deeper and found the garden that laid your soul. And if your soul and mind had been bared to the dark trenches of Sukuna’s grasp, all that was left was show him all of you.
With a long, inward sigh, you lifted your hands up, undoing the sash of your nagajuban in finality. You had dropped your gaze down to watch your hands move instead of looking at him, knowing that his eyes would have pinned you in your place and you wouldn’t have able to even follow through. However, Sukuna was never one to not give his input (even when it wasn’t needed nor wanted), and from the moment you began to slide your robe down to bare your shoulders for him, he spoke.
“Not so modest now, are we? Never thought I’d see the day you’re not all covered up in those shitty kimonos…”
You returned your glare to him as you slid one arm out from a sleeve, face too hot and body beginning prickle from the weight of his stare. “You got me these shitty kimonos.”
He had the gall to look smug. “I did, perhaps I should stop though. That way I can see you walk around like this with your tits out.”
You didn’t have an answer to that, returning to undressing yourself with your lip caught between your teeth tightly as you pulled your other arm free and opened the remainder of your robe. You weren’t sure what you were expecting (all four of his eyes widening at the sight of your nude body? Him suddenly dropping that demeanor and launching himself at you? A little bit of that purr he did with his voice whenever he was cooing at you in a mock praise, but that time he was telling you that you were a work of art? Hardly.), letting your nagajuban float behind you in the bath while feeling free and desirable being naked, but Sukuna just sitting back and staring at you with the most uninterested and sleepy look on his face was not it.
You swallowed and glanced around, eyes falling on the bright moon for a moment before returning back to him, pushing your shoulders back to accentuated your chest in hopes that he would do something. He did not however, instead only raising another eyebrow and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but there with you. It made you annoyed; there he was one moment talking about how nice your tits were and touching them, then the next he was looking ready to curl up his lip at the sight of your bare body…
He was the most difficult person in the world.
“What’re you doing?” he eventually asked, tapping a finger against the rim of the tub and sounding exhausted.  
You squirmed on his thighs, slightly feeling more and more self-conscious the more he just sat there with that stupid on his face, and rose your arms to cover your breasts, “You told me to show you and tell you…”
Sukuna scratched his cheek, yawning before he inspected his nails once more and smacking his lips, “All you did was show your body; already seen it. I was expecting a little more considering how pathetically desperate you look and smell.” You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to him only using one eye to look at you while the others maintained preoccupied, it was always going to be unnerving on how Sukuna could multitask on an inhumane level, but it was downright terrifying at times knowing that he could always see what you were doing regardless of where you may have been.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your hackles raising with the desire to mouth off to him for his petty behavior. He had you naked sitting on his lap and he still wanted to toy with you, though you supposed he had a point since he had already fondled your tits and saw your body through the waterlogged fabric of your robe, and you had been expecting too much whenever you stripped yourself free. You supposed that you could show him more that you wanted him, but you weren’t too keen on begging like you knew his sick mind wanted, ready to gloat and degrade you the moment you arched your back for him and moaned. And to be honest, you were getting anxious and more excited the longer you two danced around the inevitable.
Only a fleeting pass of a multicolored imagination could let you guess how he was feeling.
Without verbally answering him, you decided to push aside your uncertainties for the time being to pursue what you wanted. He had given you the go, but while you may have not trusted your voice to provide the words for it, you certainly could convey your desire through pressing your body to his and preforming such actions. Luckily he kept his gaze on his nails, allowing you to scoot forward on your knees to up his thighs, growing closer and closer until you hit the wall behind him and were as close to Sukuna as you had ever been. He regarded you for a quick moment – a fast glance down towards your body you would’ve missed if you hadn’t been so close to him – before pretending to play disinterested again. You inwardly huffed, leaning closer to sit your ass completely along his crotch with a smooth roll –
You paused. That �� Your eyes widened. It can’t be…
Sukuna only grinned. It is.
Despite the temperature of the water, the body part was the hottest thing in the room, sitting up high and proud against your belly and stretching up past your naval and scalding at the tip of. The sheer length of it made you nervous (not something you hadn’t thought given Sukuna’s towering height), but the feeling of it heavy against your flesh made you all the more apprehensive for what was to come. Genuinely, how were you going to get it to fit… and considering your ‘circumstance’, you knew it wouldn’t be an easy process.
A splash of water to your face brought your attention back from zoning out on a spot of Sukuna’s ear, looking back into the smug expression growing with glee when he noticed the worried look painted completely across your face. “What’s the matter? Surely you’re not backing out… after all that I would think you had more courage than to just run away with your tail tucked between your legs,” he tipped his chin down again, looking at you from a frightening angle, “You’re not going to disappoint me, are you?”
His words brought you free of whatever had you caged back, your lust blooming blue within the lava guiding you through to pursue what you wanted instead of letting your worries take over. You grew bold and furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hands atop his shoulder with your nails digging in and pressing yourself closer to his face, “No, I just need… adjustment.” You hoped he understood that. And you hoped he wasn’t going to just shove his cock in you without any more touching (no matter how tempting that sounded to you).
You expected a condescending laugh, his body shaking from how hard he did, or perhaps a scoff, but you didn’t expect the eye roll or the long sigh expanding his chest as the two arms underwater clutched at your hips, the hold possessively strong and his nails stinging into your flesh whilst slightly lifting you up from him without so much of an effort. “I guess we have to do this the old-fashioned way… But let it be known I’m only doing this so I can fit, I don’t need nor want you squirming and crying about how it hurts or doesn’t fit. Shit gets on my nerves…” he mumbled out that last bit as he maneuvered you to his liking, scooting you closer and sitting you down as his cock slid up between your ass and your stomach slid along the hard muscles of his own. His skin was still burning you, your skin puckered from his proximity and body humming with arousal.
Whenever Sukuna tapped a finger onto your hips in what you thought was an impatient gesture, you spoke, “What do you –”
You started whenever a fast sequence of pleasure darted down into your legs, your ankles rolling as it spread up back to your brain before manifesting completely atop your sensitive clit. A noise that was a cross between a gasp and squeal escaped you the moment you felt the flexible appendage alike to a tongue lap along between the parts of your pussy, wriggling along with the fat of it before the tip swirled your clit in agonizing circles. Your thighs shook as they fought to close, yet Sukuna’s thicker thighs kept them securely open atop his lap to keep whatever he was doing to you happening to his liking. You didn’t have a chance to think clearly or even ask what it was he was doing to you (or what body part that was), and all thought completely left you the moment that slick appendage parted your cunt apart with the tip and twisted its way into your absolutely drenched hole, rendering you the mess he knew you would become in doing so.
Whenever you gasped and threw your head back, Sukuna hummed with pure amusement.
“Mmm, you taste as good as you smell. And you’re absolutely soaked, you little slut,” he squeezed your hips and coaxed you to move them forward, “Oh? Don’t be so shy now, this is what you asked for so you might as well take what you can.” Sukuna continued to only sit back and watch you, propping his cheek into a close fist as took in every single expression that crossed across your face with only a look of mild amusement.
It was the mouth on his stomach you learned, the part seeming to have a mind of its own you thought on occasions if the numerous times you had spied it smiling at you said anything. The fact he could taste whatever was placed upon its tastebuds told you a lot, and if it wasn’t the fact that his tongue was currently fucking you and he could taste how your insides were it would’ve grossed you out. Sukuna chuckled as he watched your face twist into pleasure, that inhumanly long tongue lashing out across your inside in rough strokes as it probed you until you cried out loud enough to wonder if any of the other servants in palace could hear you.
The tongue mapped out your pussy in every which way it could to gather as much of your slick as he could to lather it upon his tastebuds. Your thighs began harshly trembling then, as you had locked them around his own while he slid his hands back onto your waist to keep seated nicely onto his abdomen. Your eyes rolled, your hips desperately trying to rock harder against him for his tongue to push deeper into your cunt and for your clit to hit in just the right spot along his flexed abdominal muscle. Your hands on his shoulders had moved into fists to anchor yourself as you began to push and pull as much as you could for how your mind was beginning to spin into dizziness and your legs were beginning grow weaker as the seconds passed both of you.
Sukuna only watched you with an impassive expression, looking like he could have been anywhere but there in that bath with you as you rode on his tongue. Your body was quivering, pulse accelerating as you felt yourself begin to slip down onto the slope to careen yourself down into a climax, and the noises passing through your lips by then were full-blown moans and you could take a very little note to the way Sukuna’s fingers were beginning to harshly dig into your flesh. It was then you knew it wasn’t enough, you needed Sukuna do completely dominate you; you needed Sukuna’s hands all over you and to touch every single part of your body to taint it with his own version of Hell. You were the lamb to his slaughter, you were the virgin offering themself up, and you needed to reject the Gods and humanity for your desire for the Devil in front of you.
You lifted yourself up the same time you uncurled a fist, coming down on his tongue as it swiped along the innermost part of you and tickled your spine. You clenched around his tongue and got delight in a slight pinch coming to his brow, bravely twirling a strand of pretty pink hair around your index finger as you moaned for him again. “Sukuna.”
His mouth twitched as he narrowed his eyes at you, all the while keeping your expression imploring in hopes he got the message. You were sure he did if the flicker of amusement glinted in his eyes for a brief second told you anything, but he wasn’t so easy to win over. Sukuna hummed and rose the one hand he wasn’t using to your face, dragging a nail along your jawline before tracing your lips, “If you want something, address me properly.” He spoke so calmly it infuriated you, his ability to remain unphased by your actions doing nothing for your confidence and making you regret even wanting to ask for it in the first place.
A shaky breath left you whenever you felt your pussy tremble around that tongue, each precise lick it gave to the inside of your cunt tickling and making you grasp for the long-awaited release you knew you were on the cusp for, the inside of your lower abdomen beginning to feel as if it was in a blazing fire from each fervent motion of his mouth and each rolling of your hips did to let his muscle grind along your tingling clit. The amount of loud moans he was pulling out of you was downright sinful, your grinding picking up as you tugged his hair hard enough to push his head back a fraction and angle your hips up to slide right along his body on the perfect spot atop your clit. A rumble in his chest made you clench hard around his tongue while your eyes fluttered shut when the vibration of it expanded out to reach the inside of you, a myriad of nerves tingling up towards your clit as your fingers tugged harsher onto his hair the moment you realized he wasn’t pushing you off.
“Please,” you whined, completely forgoing his order for you to address him as you should, “touch me.”
“Please, what?” he hissed while squeezing your cheeks, a fine edge to his voice that excited you more than anything. He was getting impatient.
Anxiety twisted its way onto your face, the word like a scorching coal on the tip of your tongue when you remembered what he liked to be called, and you shifted on his lap once more before parting your lips for the candied beg to finally leave your lips and grace his ears and ego.
“Please… Master.”
The smile that split his face into two should have frightened you, the way his eyes seemed to glow and widened should have made you more anxious, and the way he laughed should have made you think twice about what you getting into. However, none of that happened, not when Sukuna rewarded you for your submissive behavior and had you wriggling on his tongue once more when he moved both hands above the water to splay his fingers along your chest.
“Such a good girl, how adorable you sound like that,” he cooed, slowly and heavily dragging his searing palms down to your breasts as you arched further for him, “I suppose you earned it for obeying me…”
It was but a brief moment as the tongue inside of you stilled, your eyes reopening to see what caused him to stop until you felt the palms of his hands shift, the flesh atop them seemingly tearing itself open before warm breath misted across your aching nipples and teeth bit into them and tugged. You squealed and bucked atop his lap, another two tongues sweeping across your tits and his fingers creasing into your flesh he toyed with the flesh and rolled them around in his hands, bouncing with them with a laugh when he realized how much it did to you. Your anxiety dissipated the moment your body was flooded with more pleasure; that heat inside stoking itself in circles around your brain, heart and stomach as it grew and grew the more Sukuna touched you.
Your brain was pure liquid at that moment, only thinking of how fucking good it felt to have him tongue-deep into your pussy and his hands fondling your tits. You rolled your shoulders back and began scratching at his nape as you nearly started to create waves in the pool with how harsh you were riding atop him when the weight in your lower abdomen grew larger and harder, and your thighs were beginning to shake once as pressure pressed harder onto your sensitive clit.
Your muscles felt practically useless and the noises you were producing growing louder as his enthusiasm grew tenfold when his hold on your waist doubled down to almost bruising and you got to watch his nostrils flare at your behavior. You already knew Sukuna had been aroused just as much as you were from the thoughts of lust, and the thought sent a hard curl downwards to where your anticipated release grew in crescendo of wave tides.
You were close.
And Sukuna knew that. With a cackle he abruptly withdrew his tongue from inside of you, leaving you whining at the loss before he pulled you back a fraction and let it return to sitting atop your clit. One hand let go of your waist, a finger placed under your chin as he tipped your face to look back into his with half-lidded eyes, “You’re having so much fun you’re forgetting me. Though you’re dripping on me as we speak, I wonder just how much your cunt can take…”
You blinked as he removed his finger, holding up his hand in front of your face with the dorsal side facing you as you watched in horror and amazement as Sukuna’s nails shrunk. Gone were the talons you could still feel present on your waist and breast, instead on that hand was short, blunt nails, still dark in color as he flexed them and curled all but his index and middle finger down and pressed them against your sternum. Sukuna began a slow descent down your body, a cackle of electricity leaving his fingertips as he went that you could only assume was his energy, sliding down sensually past your naval, down in the curls atop your pussy, before they flicked into your folds. You braced yourself in that moment, Sukuna’s thick fingers parting your cunt open as he began to press his index in first.
Holding your breath you winced at the sting, the tongue from his abdomen already lubed with salvia and not as thick, as he watched your face carefully. When he slid in his finger completely in and took notice of the way you jerked and gasped at the new intrusion, you got the rare instance to see a look of surprise cross his face before it was completely taken over by the widest grin and a horrifying new purpose in his eyes.
Guess the cat was out of the bag.
“Virgin,” he hissed, a cackle born free from his twisted mind breathing out into your face as he pushed another finger inside of you and curled them hard. “Oh, you… You’re a delight.”
You whined at the sting of the stretch and his words, rolling your hips harder and more frequently against the tongue his abdomen had produced so that it lapped at your clit faster and turned the uncomfortable sting back into that saccharine pleasure from before. Sukuna wasn’t too keen to let it go however, slamming his fingers harder up into you and stroking them deliberately along your insides until they molded to him as all the while the mouths he had conjured up on his hands sucked and bit at your tits greedily the more your movements became desperate for a release. To which you knew then wouldn’t be long given the amount of stimulation you were receiving from the most sensitive regions of your body.
Sukuna seemingly found your virginity arousing to him, the hand that had been squeezing your hip darting up to grab your throat in a fast and hard squeeze, and one of your hands rising to curl fingers around his wrist as your airway was suddenly restricted for the time being. The mouths on your nipples bit down harder and rolled your skin between the teeth, and the extra tongue on his abdomen jabbing at your throbbing clit grew faster as you fought to gasp between his squeezing fingers and a wave of lightheadedness. It was not unwelcome however, arching your back as your eyes rolled whenever his fingers tickled the inside of you in lethargic bouts, and you could feel the ball in your stomach began to unravel in the appearance of your nirvana.
“Giving your virginity to me? You really shouldn’t have,” he snarled again, choking you harder after briefly letting up to hear you take a weak breath, “Take heed, brat, once you let me in, there’s no getting me out.” He laughed again whenever he watched your expression twist up, the look similar perhaps to those he had seen before underneath him, and picked up the speed of all his motions with a too wide grin, “Seems your pussy can’t take too much, are you really about to cum so soon?”
You were, you really were, but you were trying your best to fight it off so that he didn’t win so soon. However, staying quiet was not in your favor, a hiss leaving the man underneath you when you seemingly ignored him in favor of rocking your hips against his tongue and pushing his fingers deeper into your pussy. That simply wouldn’t do for him.
One mouth let go of a breast, allowing Sukuna to slap your tit once – twice before pinching your nipple even harder than he had before and slowing his fingers down at your behavior. “I asked you a question, you’d do well to answer me before I leave you to your own hands.”
You arched dangerously in his lap and scratched down his chest, all the sensations leaving your mind completely discombobulated as you babbled out whatever came to mind first, “I can take it – please.”
Sukuna tutted at you, leaning forward to press his hot cheek to yours, “I don’t know if you can… My fingers feel a lot different than your own, huh?” His finger spread themselves apart inside of you, and you thanked anything and everything that you couldn’t hear the obscene squishing you knew it was making in the water below you. “You thought I didn’t know? Walking up to me with your fingers smelling like your pussy, here I thought you were just being a little whore and teasing me… You just couldn’t help yourself.” His voice was hot against your skin, his tongue falling out of his mouth to lick a trail from your jawline up to your ear where he bit at it before whispering almost sugary-like in your ear, “Tell me, how many times have you fucked your own fingers to the thought of me?”
His words made you clamp around his fingers, all the memories of the nights you spent with your fingers inside of yourself those nights you spied Sukuna with another and could hear them all the while you imagined it was you he had pressed down into his bed completely ruining. Him knowing that you had touched yourself somehow still embarrassed you despite what you two were doing, but it didn’t deter you to not answering when you knew he could take away his own if you didn’t give him what he wanted.
“So much –” you panted, scrambling to hold onto his shoulders again whenever he rewarded you with a smooth lick along your clit and a curl against the wall of your plush cunt, “I always touch myself to the thought of you, Master.” Perhaps that was laying it on a little too thick, but you couldn’t find the means to care whenever it appeased him.
A low, ‘Hmm’ tickled you, Sukuna moving his face directly back into yours to let his nose and lips skim along your own, “Oh? I’m flattered...” he blinked languidly at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he watched you come undone atop him, “How many times did you cum?”
Your head was spinning, body feeling hot and the nerves inside of you tingling.
You clawed at his shoulders and shook your head when you felt the quivering of your legs increase, “I… I’m so close, please –" you broke yourself off with another whimper as the only answer he gave to that was to pull you impossibly closer, the mouths on his hands biting at you hard enough to bleed before licking up any stray dollops in a squeeze and let his tongue rub away at your swollen clit in fast tight circles.
“’Please’,” he mimicked your moan, snickering at your expression and releasing your throat to return to squeezing your waist, “How many times have you cum to the thought of me?”
You moaned his name again in a wail, your eyebrows furrowing with sweat beginning to line your brow as the combined factor of his fingers stretching and curling in side of you, his tongue rubbing along your clit and your grinding was nearly too much for you to bear. That one particular feeling was back in your lower abdomen; the weighted sense far different from the usual building orgasms you got. It was a pressure in your cunt that felt as if you couldn’t ignore and you needed to rid of it to get the tension out of you. Another moan passed your lips as you felt your mind and body begin to spiral into euphoria; you knew exactly what it was.
“Each time… All of them – ” you croaked off from trying to warn him into another high-pitched whimper whenever he dug his sharp nails into your side and pushed his fingers farther and faster into your pussy. God, he knew. He fucking knew it was coming and was trying his best to ease it out of you.
The thought had you unraveling at a devastating pace, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sukuna’s tongue slithered out of his mouth and his hot breath sifted across your face before he was licking the sweat off of you. He made his way down into your neck then, his smile pressed into your flesh there before he bit you. You cried out and it should have hurt you, but the pain and fear was far gone to feel with how Sukuna was treating your body. Wonderful near orgasmic heat born of pleasure radiated out of the bite in a humming electricity, your eyes staring into the ceiling almost sightless as everything spun out of control and became too hot for you to handle. The ball in your lower abdomen was stretching to its limit, your pussy clenching and unclenching as you felt it all began to descent into ecstasy the more he pleasured your body.
You whimpered whenever he bit particularly deeper, and Sukuna huffed into your neck, his lips beginning to move against your skin as he sucked at you and pushed his fingers as deep as they would go into your cunt. You arched harder against him in pure ravishment, your forms perhaps looking like an ink painting placed along on sacred scroll telling the tale of the Devil entrancing himself in a human woman, and you found his hair again tugging, his snarling against you and the added pleasure from all his body parts doubling down letting you know he quite liked it.
You were spiraling, his tongue dipping into your flesh to wiggle around the same his fingers pressed up against your cervix –
It’s right there, right there, right there, ther – Fuck!
“Sukuna – ”
Your hips rolled faster, harder.
He growled, loud.
Your frontal lobe completely morphed and only focused on him; just Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna as your back arched in a near gruesome backbend and your fingers knotted into his hair more. Another loud groan vibrated your entire being and your thighs blazed and tingled as they began to roughly shake with another obscene moan falling out your mouth. The pressure in you was too large to ignore then, spine tightening as you sought relief for it and when Sukuna’s tongue returned to rubbing harsh circles into your clit and his fingers pushed and curled, pushed curled, push and curled, push and curled – and your eyes rolled back – and just fuck it was right there, you were almost there – !
Everything abruptly stopped the moment Sukuna wrenched his mouth away from your neck, drawing a near mournful cry from you as all pleasure left your body when he pulled free his fingers and tongue away from your pussy as well. He sat back against the wall of the Onsen with a grunt, the orange lighting making your blood smeared along his face look daunting as he brought up the fingers that had been inside of you and licked them clean along with your leftover blood. You remained seated on his lap, body unsatisfied and heartbeat thunderous in your head befuddled from his behavior (and rather ticked off he conned you out of an orgasm), watching him be annoying as he sucked his free fingers of your juices with the most obscene noises you had ever heard come out of the man. He popped his fingers out with a grin, a dazed look in eyes as one rolled over to look at you.
“Sweet,” Sukuna sighed, smacking his lips obnoxiously and raising his arms up in a stretch, “Close your mouth, you look stupid gaping like that… Honestly, what were you expecting? You didn’t tell me you wanted to cum, so how was I supposed to know? I only pulled away because I didn’t want your puny ass fainting on me.”
You hated him (you didn’t), and you wriggled on his lap as the evidence of your uncared for arousal became evident despite the bath water. Sukuna regarded you with another eyebrow raise, watching you curiously as you lifted yourself up on shaky knees and meaningfully dug your nails into his shoulders as you readjusted yourself until his cock was placed back in front of you intimidatingly standing against your abdomen. Glancing at it through the water was enough to make you anxious again, spying the same black ink circled around the base of it and the reddened tip leaking from substance, and you had to swallow down the nervousness making itself known in your stomach when you took in just how far up it sized against you, and how thick it was enough to completely stretch you apart and mold your insides to accommodate you. And you how much you knew it would completely ruin you.
It shouldn’t have aroused you as much as it did.
“Need something?” Sukuna’s voice purred out way too close to your face, your eyes fervently moving back up to his as you were caught blatantly gazing down at his cock. He looked smug, cheek propped up by his fist again as he had relaxed back, yet the painted emotion present his eyes nearly caused you to flinch back. Normally Sukuna looked as bored as he could be or humored about something he found funny, but being so close to him let you see the maelstrom of emotions that remained hidden within them. The lust was nearly able to be touched, to reach your hand into his world and take hold of the vines that would leave you littered with lashes in your skin but would do you good in the end to get through the precarious path.
It was enough to remind you of the throbbing in your neck and in your ankle from his rough treatment, enough to remind you of the light scratches on your waist, enough to remind you of the soreness present in your cunt, and enough to remind you of white-hot pangs of desire bubbling up behind your naval unsated. And it was enough to guide you through what you sought after for so long.
A sharp pinch and twist to your nipple brought your attention back to him, the eyes the same color as the strawberries you had seen growing in the mountains boring so intently into your own you had no choice to even try and pull away. He nearly acted like a bratty, pouting boy prodding and tugging at you to get your attention, but you kept that particular piece of information to yourself since you also did the same to get his attention.
Sukuna rose an eyebrow, “Well? Are you just going to stare at me or are you gonna tell me?”
His thighs flexing beneath you and his cock twitching against your stomach sent your mind into a frenzy, the vast urge to stop beating around the bush like you two had been doing winning out in the end as your impatience (and Sukuna’s, you were sure) had grown to its head. The lava inside was spilling out of the volcano, pouring out in a slow roll as the earth beneath it fell apart in the guise of your control and the world was doused in a glowing, fiery inferno that could only be quelled with the union of Sukuna’s own snake-bitten lust.
You fixed your expression into something of innocence, your face warm for what you were going to say and your resolve all but crumbled into diamond-filled dust whenever Sukuna looked upon you. “I prefer to just show you.”
A long finger tapped against his temple, his eyelashes heavy as he slowly blinked and murmured so velvety in made your thighs clench, “Then by all means, show me. Getting a little dry over here.”
(You could’ve done without the side comments.)
Boldly, you pushed yourself up again, letting a hand silkily glide down his chest to trace the tattoos until you got to his abdomen and made a point to individual touch each grooved muscle there. Sukuna regarded you with interest, and grinned whenever you skimmed fingers against the mouth atop his stomach and let the tongue hidden beneath lick at your fingers. You only kept them there for a brief moment, sliding down past the pubic hair before you got to the heat of his cock. Sukuna remained looking disinterested however, but your curiosity got the better on you as you curled your fingers around the sacred skin and gave it an experimental squeeze to test a reaction.
It was in your favor as you duly noted his chest hitch, but otherwise his expression stayed the same.
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, brat,” he warned, a hiss underlined in his voice letting you know his composure might’ve been for a show.
You bit your tongue to keep a nasty rebuttal from flying out of your mouth, instead leveling him with a half-hearted glare as you traced your finger around one of the tattoos along his base, “I can take it,” you argued back, watching his mouth fall into a thin line as his chin down and he glared at you from under his brow. His expression worried you for a moment, ready to just tell him he could do whatever he wanted as the magnitude of his glare reminded you of the day a pack of sorcerers made the grave mistake in trying to ambush him and it ended in a massacre, but his voice so hauntingly calm and quiet soothing your ears made you buck up nearly, the frequency of so like icy breath blowing across your neck and tickling you.
“Then take it. Go ahead, sit on my cock. I don’t want to see a single inch of me out you either, let me finally see what you look like with your pussy split apart by my cock.”
Sukuna didn’t offer you anymore words after that (and you tried desperately not to think on what he meant by ‘finally’), and while you were mentally scrambling over the way the words twisted your stomach and warmed your ears when you took in his relaxed position. From the way he was still just sitting there looking like a twisted, horrific version of a God with his cheek propped up by his fist and a lazy expression on his face like a panther, you realized he wasn’t going to do anything to help you further, sacrificing you to the clutches of desire to fend for yourself. You knew Sukuna was a man who was dominant through and through, his mere existence called for the submissive behavior of those below him, but you didn’t think he’d be one to let you do as you pleased when it came to sex.
Or, he was toying with you again, wanting until you said what he wanted to hear before he would finally lift a finger again and give you what you both wanted. Sukuna was capricious, his mood swings terrifying, so the little haughty, bratty act he was playing with you was him playing your own game as you did with him. You should’ve expected it really, playing a game with him was dangerous and anyone rarely came out the winner from his conniving ways, and with a sigh you accepted your destiny for carnality, biting your lip as you decided you nor him wanted to wait any longer while you pushed yourself up farther to let swollen tip of him bump across your clit.
Of course, you were still horribly anxious, never having your body breached in that way and with Sukuna’s large structure (were all dicks that big? Surely not, Sukuna was just big in general) you knew you’d be in for a difficult time. He only watched you as you moved him to your opening, your hands guiding him and you as you went and bracing yourself for inevitable. With a heavy inhale you began to push yourself down onto his cock, holding back a noise of complaint whenever his thick, blunt tip already began to stretch you far more than his fingers had done and you could already feel the sting present. While you had prep from him and the water from the bath had wet his cock some, it seemed still not enough as it was rough sinking down onto him in a torturous pace from the sheer length and width of him.
The pressure was painful you would admit, your insides nearly feeling like they were being intruded in the worst way possible as you slid down onto him centimeters at a time. It was a few moments of grimacing and holding back a whine while your other hand scratched at his shoulder before you got his bulbous tip in, a sigh leaving you as perhaps that way have been the worst part due to the shape of his cock but was quickly replaced with a choked squeal whenever Sukuna suddenly lifted his hips up and forced another inch of himself inside of your pussy.
“Oops,” he snickered, “Had to stretch a bit.” And without so much of another explanation reached a hand forward to pinch and play with your swollen nipple again between two fingers.
You gritted your teeth, a hiss leaving through the cracks of them as you let go of his cock and instead kept both hands atop his shoulders as continued your pursuit down. Your cunt was throbbing by then through the sting of pain, the stretch of his cock nearly making your eyes roll back as the feeling became a blurred line between just pure pain and unbridled ecstasy. Nevertheless, you were no quitter, squinting through your hazy vision to watch him amuse himself with flicking and twisting your nipple around as you continued on down to fully sit his hulking cock inside of you.
Your pussy ached and clenched as you pulled him into you, inch by inch you sinking down onto him, biting your cheek and practically holding your breath the entire time as it was a few more minutes before the entire brute of him was pushed inside, a choked gasp falling from your lips as you felt your walls stretch, constrict and throb once you got him where you wanted him. An electric shock spread throughout you whenever his cock seemingly pushed your innards apart to accommodate him, a dizzying sense fogging your mind at the completely full feeling you got just from sitting on his cock. He felt… amazing, nearly feeling like he breaching up past into your guts as the idea made you sway slightly and dreamily sigh when you began to feel your clit and cunt pulse at the mere entrance of him.
You shuddered whenever Sukuna made a rumbling noise underneath you the same time you flinched when you sat your ass onto his thighs, another choked sigh leaving you as felt you the muscles of your pussy contract and flutter around the new welcomed intrusion. You wiggled a bit before sighing in content and from how fucking good it felt having his hot arousal inside of you once and for all and how full you felt with him inside of you, before you arched your back again and sighed in complete bliss whenever the discomfort seemed to finally wane a fraction.
Sukuna switched from pinching your nipple to squeezing it, another mouth hand forming as it licked along your flesh in appease your efforts and reward you for taking all of his cock. He hummed in approval, “Look at that, never one to not back down, are you? You look good stuffed by my cock, perhaps the best you’ve ever looked.”
Overran by the fog clouding your mind and his words sending you into a state of abandonment, you rolled your hips once in a pivot, pulling him inches out of you before rolling back down until he bottomed out in you with a soft moan escaping your lips. You repeated the action when you realized how good it felt, discomfort leaving you and your throat filling up with a multitude of sounds as your brain only focused on the pleasurable sensations you were receiving from your cunt. Becoming easier to slide due to the amount of slick you were producing to coat him and your insides, you tuned in the way you felt each engorged vein rub across your walls, your skin puckering in chills as you continued rock up and down, up and down, up and down until you felt your body nearly melting from the attention.
Underneath you, Sukuna whistled, letting the mouth on his hand suck at your nipple harder as another arm rose for him to splay his entire hand across your stomach, pressing down with intent to feel his own cock inside of you and grinning whenever you whined and constricted up around him from the pressure. “You’re tight. Feels good, doesn’t it?” he cooed at you, pulling at your nipple and lidding his eyes, “Tell me how good it feels.”
His voice made you want to curl in on yourself, hide away from him as the tone and assumption behind it made you embarrassed. However, there was no hiding from Sukuna then, slowly sliding about atop of him easy enough to not let the water splash too far out of the tub. “It feels so good,” you awkwardly started, gaining momentum as you found your voice better, “More than I could dream of.”
“’Dream’? How adorable.” The airy chuckle he gave reverberated throughout the room, the two hands below the water grasping your hips again as he flexed his fingers and secured you in a firm grip, another strange expression on his face as he leant back far enough to watch you rock on him, “Go ahead then, fulfill your little fantasy, I won’t bite.”
(“Unless you want me to.”)
He didn’t have to tell you twice.
With your clit and cunt throbbing and feeling him pushing against your walls so hot and insistently, you began to move your hips rhythmically against his, the stretch exquisite and your brain slowly shutting down any other thought that wasn’t Sukuna. You could already feel your body beginning to hum in delight from each way his cock slid along inside of your pussy, speeding up a bit as you watched his expression remain impassive, teasingly letting the mouth on his hand suck greedily as your nipple as he only watched you ride him. You could feel him purr practically whenever little, meek whimpers began flowing out of you, your rocking speeding up a fraction when it got easier with time.
Though with time, you realized the grinding wasn’t enough.
You lifted yourself up off of him, lethargically pulling him out of you and the slow slide of his girth making you grip him harder while biting your lip to keep from whining out. Once he was back out and his tip kissed your folds, his nails dug into your body for a brief moment (a break in his composure, you could argue) before you buried him back inside of you at the same pace, yet that time the stretch was tighter as you clenched up to get a better feel of his heat. The action of you pushing him back up into the hilt of you let a breathless moan fall out of you and hum from him, you tossing your head back once more with your eyes fluttering while the mouth on his hand kissed along your breasts.
You resorted to bouncing on his cock then, the feeling much better than that slow wind-up you had been doing as the water below you two began to slosh with your movements. Albeit the bouncing was better, you still couldn’t find that tangible spark from before, leaning forward as you didn’t trust your stability anymore as you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your tits into his chest. You breathed in Sukuna’s scent as you felt a hand slide to your lower back to follow the dip it made whenever your hips rolled, hoping that perhaps more contact with him would help you reach that level of euphoria you had been feeling from before, but alas you still couldn’t find the means of it. And with Sukuna only letting you use him and not making movements below to help, it wasn’t what you wanted.
It wasn’t enough. Your movements weren’t enough to get yourself off and they weren’t enough to get Sukuna off either. The slow way you were riding him told the tale of your inexperience, and Sukuna knew you wouldn’t be able to take the gentle coaxing the way his cock slid along inside of your pussy almost dreamily, softly and filling you warmth, all of that doing nothing for you. You needed the burn you felt from before whenever he had bit into your neck, when his claws had scratched at your hip, when his hand had curled around your neck to choke you. You needed a pinch of that pain that bloomed into a rose of pleasure, born from decrepit soil inhibiting curses and thorns that your mother had warned you about ever touching.
You needed him. You needed him in way you knew you could only have him.
You had to tell him.
Pulling away from his neck you leant back, duly noting Sukuna’s position and expression had not changed, still the same smug look from before whenever you started to bounce on his cock with his fist propping his cheek up. Your clit was throbbing and your orgasm was even further away, making a point to sigh and flutter your eyelashes in hopes he bit the bait better, “I need you.”
“Me? You’re the one bouncing on my cock as you please, what more could you possibly want?” Despite his knack to remain nonchalant to your beg, you could see it in the way his eyes lightened up; the slight shift in his expression morphing into something downright unnerving for a brief moment. You had seen that expression once before, whenever he had killed someone right in front of you and got the glee out of watching them ultimately surrender to him before they died. However, Sukuna made no indications he was ready to tear into your body (not in the hungry sense at least), so it only fueled you further as confidence seeped into your veins like hot honey. His eyebrows furrowed down harder at the expression on your face, yet his grin only grew, teeth sharper than you would’ve ever dared to try and fight back towards, and a malevolent intent brightening his eyes, “More. Tell me more.”
The heat from his cock was searing inside of you, sitting snugly within your cunt like it was made to fit there and heavy each time you moved only an inch, and it was hard to ignore the way he was twitching and seemingly growing hotter by the minute the more you kept him inside of you. You squeezed around him once more to test how far you push at it, watching as he only slowly blinked at you in a challenge and letting be known that toying with him like that would only get you so far. It was warning really, but you weren’t keen on caring as you pushed yourself forward into his face, lips skimming his as he had done you earlier before let a hand trail up to touch the protruding part of his face in gentle caress, moving to trace his lips whenever he was only sat still below you. You grew bolder, giving in and pressing a short kiss to his bottom lip and sighing in his face dreamily.
He visibly was affected by that; a slight eye widen and twitch from his cock again.
“I want you to fuck me. Make me yours, Sukuna. I can take it and you have me, so please –”
Sukuna abruptly stiffened with a growl, the hold on your hips turning to bruising and stinging as his nails began to dig through your flesh and draw blood. You watched all of his eyes flare open, his pupils shrinking until nothing remained but a small, dark spot and his iris burning like an inferno as they only seemed to glow brighter as you back off of his face, thinking perhaps you may have went too far in pushing your luck with Sukuna. Your heart may have matched the storming in his eyes as he seemed to look past you for a moment again, like he wasn’t seeing you altogether as an assortment of emotions flashed over his face making you all the more anxious.
His mouth had curled up in a sneer, his teeth sharped than ever than you knew could tear you to pieces, before you watched a flicker of astonishment and vehemence fill his expression, but they were quickly diminished just as fast as they had come and replaced completely with something else. Sukuna’s pupils sharply enlarged again, the crimson nearly engulfed as cruel determination erupted across his entire body, his eyes holding nothing but a horrifying intent and pure hunger. His cock inside of you throbbed once, your mouth opening to apologize for perhaps overstepping your boundaries when Sukuna’s hand that been resting of his cheek shot towards you, his fingers flexed and spread apart as he caught ahold of your throat once more in a hard squeeze.
His arms on your hips shot up around your back and pinned you down to the front of him, your tits smashing ruthlessly against his own broad chest shooting a thrilling jolt tickling your spine as you inhaled sharply from the close contact. However, whatever you thought to say or even tried to do dissipated into mere mush the moment Sukuna pressed against your throat harder and used the momentum to bring you in for a devouring kiss.
Sukuna was kissing you. If you weren’t in the predicament you were in, you would’ve let out a girlish squeal in embarrassment.
Though a squeal did leave you from how rough the kiss seemed be, Sukuna wasting no time to bite fervently at your lips to give him access to the expanse of your mouth, that sinful tongue of his mapping out what it could of your own and completely dominating you in that aspect. You let him, his teeth clashing hard against your own and the coppery taste of your blood pooling in your mouth before he swiped all that up with that serpentine tongue, Sukuna leaving no room for you to even try to take a breath or make a move against him. It should have disgusted you, having such a monster kissing you like he was, but you couldn’t find the means to even find a seldom thought to think in clarity whenever Sukuna was completely consuming you.
You were expecting it though – Sukuna’s breakthrough since he had the upper hand – yet it still managed to surprise you all the less when you were preoccupied thinking about his kiss. He stirred beneath you, his thighs flexing and his hips rocking up once in an experiment, before he roughly drove up into you further enough to make you squawk into his mouth that he greedily swallowed whole driving your tongue down still with his own. Your body shook, that spark of rough treatment making your cunt pulse in anticipation as he repeated the action once more with more vigor, picking up a devastating pace that had you bouncing in his hold and the water surrounding you both beginning to splash out from his intensity as he held you down to his content and fucked up into you as he pleased.
Sukuna broke away from you mouth with a hiss and let up on the choking for the time being, swiping the blood free coating his mouth and a wide grin on his face when you took in your expression before shoving a particular hard thrust in your pussy that slammed against your innermost regions and reveling in the way you openly moaned and fell forward to hook your chin over his shoulder. You couldn’t focus on the moon behind you both, your body jostling harshly in his hold blurring your vision as Sukuna fucked you like he wanted nothing more than to completely drill his cock so far deep into you it carved a hole for him and his cock alone. And you were content to let it happen, Sukuna taking note of that as he chuckled condescendingly and you felt his nails skim along your spine.
“Mm, you’re an atrocious kisser, I suppose I can account it though for you virginity – or your lack of now,” he hotly whispered in your ear, his tongue making a reappearance to flick at your ear while he sounded not the least bit affected from his actions.
You bit down onto his shoulder to keep the comeback subdued from him insulting you once more, a hum vibrating throughout his chest at the friction it caused and moaned into his skin. Your hands found purchase on his back, scratching at the skin of what you could as drool began to escape your mouth from the way you were getting mercilessly fucked, and all the while Sukuna only continued to drive up into you and listen the gasping noises that left your mouth.
You managed to say one thing however, a garbled variation of his name that you had to gasp for between each syllable in the same wavelength his thrusting was going.
“Su – ku – na –”
You wondered if the sigh you heard was of your imagination, though you could hardly deny it when afterwards he used the hold he had on your neck to push you back into his line of sight, laughing at your fucked out face and the hand on your tit bouncing along to keep up with toying with your swollen nipple. “Don’t run and hide from me now, you looked like you were enjoying yourself… No need to be shy, you just needed to get fucked, didn’t you?” he drawled out in a purr, that damnable tongue on his abdomen returning to lick at your clit again while he made you look him in eye.
Your pussy pulsed hotly, all your nerves going haywire from the attention your body was receiving from Sukuna, and you used what you could of your muscles to squeeze him of what you could. That slight discomfort was back, your insides getting thoroughly tossed around from the way his cock slammed up into you and he forced you to take it all without a second doubt. You tried to meet him as you went, that band behind your naval continuing to grow and grow in a dangerous vortex, clenching your cunt around him and trying to rock your hips whenever that tongue lapped at you in a slower pace all the while only giving choked gasps as the form of your pleasure.
His thumb tapped your neck, his pace picking up a fraction when he noticed the way you were trying to meet him with a roll down from your hips, and Sukuna’s composure slightly began to slip again. “This body…” he started out, that calm in his voice turning raspy with an underlining growl, “You… A pleaser, aren’t you? You should’ve thought this through, human, this body is mine now – you are mine now. There’s no running away from me.”
His words made a round of fluids soak him up further, your stomach twisting at the idea of Sukuna claiming you as his own, and you arched wantonly into him with your head falling back into your shoulder blades and your eyes rolling back into your skull. You could still faintly hear the sound of the water splashing and the resounding noise of your skin slapping together, though you could hardly focus when all you wanted was to appease Sukuna – be it by your body, or your words.
“I don’t care,” you whined out, sliding your hands down to his thick, roped muscle of biceps on the top pair of his arms, “I’m yours – take it – take me, please.”
You could hear Sukuna’s breathing get rougher, around the same time his hold on you got tighter and his pace get rougher as he slid his hands down to your lower back, arching you deliciously as your body began to lean back when his own leaned forward. He was borderline growling from his chest, a groan choked up in there as he slapped your breast again before pinching your nipple harshly, “How sweet of you, it’s a shame you didn’t realize the moment I saw you that you were already mine. Virginal, village girl too dumb for any rational thoughts comes to me for salvation, how could I pass that up?” A grunt passed through his lips as he began to weigh back down onto your throat, “If only they could see you now… taking my cock like a whore and begging me to make you mine… What would they think about their precious girl then?”
He was possessive, and God, you loved it. Your head was spinning as you spoke, not entirely too sure what you were saying, but not caring since all you wanted was to hear him talk. “They don’t – matter… Only you – matter to me – Master.”
“Maybe I’ll let you visit them,” he hissed, disregarding what you had said as the hand on your throat squeezing harder to completely cut off your airway for a moment. The black dots clouding your vision and your lungs shriveling in on themselves not enough to stop the pleasure coursing throughout you as he bent your back further, your head and back skimming the surface of the water while he continued to still fuck into you at a brutal pace. “Let all those meat sacks see the communal marriage candidate and what she’s become… Then I’ll fuck you right in front of everyone so they know you whore yourself out for me now. Make sure they watch the cum seep out of you when I’m done before I fuck you wherever else I please.”
You couldn’t even moan at that, though your cunt squeezing him as hard as it could told him everything, a boisterous laugh that formed into a snarl reaching your ears as the water in the bath sloshed around dangerously and high enough to splash out onto the floor above you two. Sukuna let up on your throat enough for you to take a ragged breath, your body jostling from his ferocious fucking and roughly handling you like you were nothing but a doll letting you moan a jumbled variation of his name when it felt like he was completely tearing your guts apart. He hissed again at your whine, his cock pulsing inside of you burning and a buzz of energy enveloping you both before he mouthing off again what he’d continue to do to you.
“How about your poor husband-to-be? I’ll find him for you, then I’ll force him to watch me fuck you at his feet before I gut him and he can watch you get fucked again as he slowly dies.” You clenched around him again at the idea, inhumane and disturbing perhaps to a normal person, but to you a fantasy in the making if it was Sukuna. Jealousy looked good on him, and the fact he was jealous over you and something far in the past? You dug nails into his forearms and squeezed him again, gasping each time his cock slammed up against your cervix as he huffed again and slapped your tit, “Fucking whore, you love that idea… I knew someone like you liked being fucked like this… how fun you are.”
Your eyes rolled behind your eyelids, stomach in knots with heat pooling into your lower abdomen as your pussy pulsed with each thrust he threw back into you. The discomfort was still present, but only a faint tingle, the overwhelming ecstasy shooting up through your legs and up your spine doing the most work for you and sending you careening down into euphoria further than you could’ve ever imagined. You could only gasp and whine as he continued to completely ruin your body, your eyes fluttering open the moment you felt an abrupt change in the atmosphere and a strange silence fill the air.
What greeted you was the lanterns flickering throughout the room, the moon waning away into nothing but darkness as the scenery changed to something you had never seen before and something disturbingly horrifying. Gone was the serene night inside of Sukuna’s Onsen, the pretty stars highlighting the midnight sky with the creamy moon shining down on the Earth, instead a darkened cave-like structure with what you could make out to be a giant ribcage of a long dead beast above you and a cesspool of crimson below you before you trailed your eyes back up to the man you knew was responsible for the sudden shift, sitting atop a large pile of skulls from different animals and humans as he only continued to fuck you through whatever he had done. You could only see his lower body from the lack of light, shrouded in fluorescent red watching his cock disappear and reappear into you while that tongue swirled your swollen clit with its tip, a cruel smile on the mouth atop his abdomen before you threw your head back and let yourself be used.
An invasion in your mind made you wince, an abundance of emotions hitting you all at once with variations of heightened arousal, vicious intent and clear signs of an acute sense of fondness. You weren’t sure if they were even your own, nor did you get time to even ponder on it a Sukuna abruptly changed the way he was going to fuck you. You gaped with a choked gasp, gazing sightlessly at the everlasting darkness when Sukuna gripped your hips as hard as he dared to without completely crumbling your pelvis, using your body suspended in the air from his lap as leverage to pull you onto his cock, bordering on violent to how he was fucking you but you could only seem to fall deeper into your release as it went.
The raw flesh of your pussy came to life the more it went on, vision nearly growing hazy as you dug your nails into Sukuna’s arms as hard as you could and your moans became nothing but choked pants and gasps. He was so deep inside of you… his cock reaching a place you didn’t think was humanly possible before his hand on your tits left it to press down on your lower abdomen, enjoying the way you squealed and squirmed underneath him whenever he pushed his cock further into you.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing me, I can feel your body giving in. Are you about to cum for me?” Sukuna spoke heatedly and full of malice, though it was also sultry and full of desire, the smile present on his face you could tell by the way words rolled off of his tongue. He choked you harder until you stiffened, your pussy securing him tightly inside of you and a long drawn-out moan leaving you.
“Oh, God,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes once more as you only focused on the way your muscles along your abdomen were contracting and uncontracting in the same fashion your pussy was pulsing. You were close; so so so close.
A bark of manic laughter made you moan whenever his cock jumped from it, Sukuna’s hand leaving your throat to grasp at your face instead to peel your eye open with two fingers, “Look around you, girl. No use calling for that name, not when your entire soul is now mine,” he let go of your eye and cupped your cheek, the tongue on his abdomen hurriedly licking at your clit as Sukuna returned to fucking you instead at a frenzied pace, his growling growing louder and his voice becoming raspier by the second, “Fucking – you’re gonna scream for me. Let everyone know who you belong to and who’s the only person that can fuck you like this forever. Say it and I’ll fuck you full of my cum.”
He was close. Right along the same abyss of a dark path as you were to pleasure.
“What do you want?” he hissed.
You could only manage a mumble, “I wanna cum.”
His hips smacked into you. “Louder. Say it.”
The reaction was instantaneous, your muscles bunching up, eyes watering as the pressure in your cunt grew tenfold, his rough movements, and your rapidly approaching orgasm let the words flow freely from your mouth.
“Sukuna, please, I wanna cum! Just –” a louder whine fell out of you when he pushed you down in retaliation for more of your pleas, struggling to take his hard thrusts as you finally felt yourself let go and felt your cunt gush and squeeze one last time as you rambled the rest of your begs in a high-pitched cry.
“More.”
“I’m yours, Sukuna! Lemme cum – I’ll do anything! I want you to cum inside me so much I can’t hold it… I want you to cumin me so much there’s no way I don’t get pregnant –”
Your sentence trailed off as a snarling groan took over the sound all sound there was and his pace kicked into a destructive speed, a distorted curse spitting off his tongue as something popped and a shuttering noise flew into your ears while the inside of you felt briefly stunned from the action. After that, your body was suddenly uncoiling itself in the throes of your orgasm with a screaming plea of his name.  
Your cunt constricted around his cock in a poor effort to hold on, but the action had you spasming in one of the most intense orgasms you had ever experienced. The others paled in comparison from those late nights fingering yourself at the thought of him, your body feeling electrified from the intensity of it and your limbs jerking to find any part of his body to hold on to as you rushed through it. You didn’t know why your cunt and his dick felt like they were buzzing and vibrating from the release, but the heightened stimulation had you squirming throwing your head back as far as you could with a gaping mouth and eyes spinning into your mind while the hairs on your body rose from the change in the atmosphere. You were well aware you had gushed all over his cock as your legs jerked from the pleasure, and in the back of your mind you were only vaguely aware that he was still fucking you.
You nearly felt numb, throat feeling raw and horribly dry from the amount of screaming you had done as your body still bounced from his ravenous thrusts while you came down from that high in tremors. The drool from your mouth was something you didn’t notice, your fingers held onto his wrists instead and your legs shook, but none of that mattered when Sukuna groaned aloud, his hand cupping the back of your head before his follow-up snarl was devastating, his hand heaving you upwards back into his lap to sit you upright. You didn’t have time to register what he was doing until he viced his teeth back down onto your neck, the bite harsh and his thrusting gone savage while he fought through to his own release.
Sukuna had left you feeling spent and exhausted, legs quivering in their place as your moans fell into huffing noises with your body falling lack in his tight hold as Sukuna only hissed, snarled and groaned his way to finally giving you both what you asked for. The gush of air and energy you felt sparked around you two one last time, expanding throughout wherever you two were as the last of his composure leaving him whenever he pushed up into you with a ferocious jab that fluttered your pussy and a long-uttering satisfied groan vibrated the entire space.
Your eyes spun back as your mouth gaped when you felt the warm spurts of his cum shoot inside of your awaiting cunt and literally stuff you full as a feeling of mild electrification prickled the hair on your body. It nearly felt as if he never was going to stop, the new heat in your pussy sliding throughout the inside of you. You could feel from the thick girth of the liquid passing through your cervix and into your wombs as Sukuna’s hips rocked slowly with each new spray into you until finally he came to a full stop with his cock sitting snugly inside of you to hold all of his cum in your cunt for the time being. His fingers flexed as they returned to both grasping your hips with a hissing exhale that you felt deep into your stomach when he released his neck, and meanwhile you tried to force your mind and body to leave that fucking high and try to at least find yourself into some clarity from probably the best fucking and orgasms you had ever felt.
With your face tucked into his shoulder you felt comforted, closing your eyes for a brief moment as Sukuna relinquished parts of his hold on you, maintaining the hold in your hips however as he sunk back into a relaxed position. You reopened your eyes when you felt him hit a stop, the scenery of the Onsen greeting you once more as you slid down his body in fatigue, legs useless and body beginning to feel the effects of your tryst. You had half a mind to ask him what had happened (and how you felt his emotions), but you put it away for the time as Sukuna seemed like a content cat not wanting to bothered anymore for the day. However you did wiggle in his grasp, feigning a means to get comfortable as you grimaced from the tall-tale sign of the mess he had made of you; a goopy-like substance painting you both that you could nearly hear squish whenever you finally settled down to where you wanted to be.
You only hoped Sukuna didn’t mind, biting your cheek and keeping your chin tucked to your chest to avoid his eyes as you rested your head onto his chest. You held it there for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut in case he said anything, but once a few moments passed and you could only hear his breathing, you listened intently. Fighting through your own thundering heartbeat wracking around in your brain and ears, you could hear it, and it lit up a light inside of you the moment you heard the first thump.
A heartbeat.
More importantly, Sukuna’s heartbeat.
It was steady, perhaps beating slower than average, but it was still there.
The magma inside of you had gone quite; no more burning or bubbling in the danger of erupting, instead in its place heavy igneous rocks shimmering with perhaps a gem inside from your turbulent emotions finally being put to rest. It was comforting as it weighed you down, content to say in Sukuna’s presence as long as he allowed you and devote what you could to him as he needed be.
You could feel your cheeks warm, easing more into his body as you finally felt him stretch underneath you, then he was sighing like he was hurt. “Do you think me a monster so much you look to see if I have a heart?” he asked with a tease, a finger dipping into the water next to your hip to circle it around in the seldom that he may have been bored.
You were thankful he couldn’t see your expression, for he would’ve seen the embarrassment written all over it from you being caught red-handed over something so silly. With your cheek squished against his bulging pectoral, you answered, “No, I just didn’t know if curses had one…” God, you hoped he didn’t get offended by that.
He did not, a snort reaching your ears before he flicked your forehead, “I would not be sitting here as we speak if I did not. My heart is still intact much like your own feeble, little organ, though it’s ways stronger than yours as well, little human.”
Sukuna could not go ten minutes without gloating apparently.
You rolled your eyes safely out of his sight, fully prepared to just remain resting on him until he told you to get off of him or something, until he shifted again and you felt the organ connecting you two suddenly stir. You nearly felt like your pelvis was shifting again (God, you weren’t going to be walking straight for days) and had to keep from squawking again whenever his cock hardened while remaining inside of you. It popped and you hissed, trying to rise up to pull him out of you, but Sukuna was steadfast keeping you in his lap and his cock snugly inside.
“Owww,” you whined, pulling away from his chest to hold onto his shoulders while you mewled whenever he gave a sharp thrust inwards once more.
Sukuna grinned, nails digging into your hips and a cackle on his tongue, “You complain now? You’re an odd one, and part of me thinks you quite like some pain. Got myself a masochistic whore, do I?”
“I’m not – Mmmm, Sukuna,” you broke into a sigh, breath hitching and body coming back to life for pleasure whenever he started to play with your nipples again. Surely not he was prepared to go again… You knew he had stamina, but from the way he had fucked you… “But you just –”
Sukuna tsked, one hand leaving your hip to tweak at your clit and humming whenever bucked onto him, “You should know better than to think I was done with you –”
Your world abruptly spun again, one second looking into Sukuna’s shit-eating smirk, and the next you were facing the wall he had been propped up against, your hands gripping the rocks placed there and your body bent over. The only thing keeping your legs from giving out was Sukuna’s new grip on you, guiding your hips back so that your ass met his pelvis and his thighs slapped against your own, and his cock suddenly reentering you with little to no friction due to the amount of cum from both of you still inside of you made you gasp at how fast he did it. Fucking back onto him out of a bodily reaction, he laughed, a hand coming down to slap your ass before he gave one heavy thrust into you, the new angle reaching a deeper spot and starbursts breaking out in your vision.
“Look at you, already used to it. You and I are making up for lost time… I’ll fuck you like a bitch first, then I’ll make good use of that mouth.”
You could only moan, back arching deliciously and fingers turning into a white-knuckled grip on the rocks in front of you, and your thoughts could only focus on the fact you had a long night ahead of you whenever his hand slammed down on your back for a deeper arch and his skin began to slap into yours in the sinful melody of your communion.
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kimasousparky · 1 year ago
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i wanna be silly and expand on this for no reason as i wrangle my brain for a doodle idea (including my tags for context)
ok so. i looked up the mariowiki and there's?? two colored designs for the superball flower + its in-game sprite and im like. bro. bro. what if theyre variants? like, the same way we have the official design for the fire flower but the smw fire flower looks very different from that one, which never returned outside of smw-related stuff. it makes me think of regional variants and THAT MAKES ME FERAL THAT'S MY KINDA STUFF
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ended up doodling this for reference for myself - forgive my handwriting - bUT LIKE. THIS.
and then i think that luigi wouldnt know which would be better, which variant does daisy like the most so he just grows all of them just to be sure. the mental image of him searching around for books about this species and how to grow them in a climate outside of sarasaland. idk, maybe he even builds a greenhouse (mario doesn't even question why, he just goes along with it. all he knows is that luigi wants to grow some flowers and they need a specific climate and all that and he's like "oh okay then") (luigi cant tell him his plans bc mario is terrible at keeping secrets when it comes to luigi's love life, he's too enthusiastic about helping him which can be bothersome if there's a surprise involved) and grows them carefully.
and considering that superball flowers arent popular at all + the difficulty of growing them, it's hard to find them in flower shops outside of sarasaland. so when luigi presents a bouquet of homegrown superball flowers, she's like "where did you get them??? oh my stars???" because she would know if luigi was at sarasaland (SHE WOULD DROP EVERYTHING TO MEET UP WITH HIM THE NANOSECOND SHE HEARD THAT HE WAS THERE, even if she would play it cool and "no no i was walking around and saw you, so i thought i'd say hi :D") so...... yeah Where? How? Hello???
and him telling her that no he grew them at home, he didnt know which she liked most so he brought every variant he knew, sorry if it's messy or if theyre not as pretty as local ones, he wanted to do something special...! MY MAN. SHE'S SHORT-CIRCUITING IN FRONT OF YOU. EJFHKDJFK
i post one (1) little luiasy doodle and suddenly im like "WAIT i've seen a lot of people drawing mario giving fire flowers to peach. what if luigi gave superball flowers to daisy???" djfbjfngk
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keyaho · 4 days ago
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summary: talia has reached her breaking point. when a regular at her job makes an offer she ends up with no choice but to accept. as she settles into her new world, elijah make sure she's reliant on him and at his mercy beck and call. what the two of them don't count on is the magnetic pull and physical attraction beyond the bedroom.
story/chapter warnings: this story is wrapped in CNC (consensual non-consent) I will put each kink at the start of the chapters, but this story goes into the more darker/dark fic elements. MDNI. 18-21+. I'm not responsible for minors engaging with my work. vulgar language used.
word count: 2260
Shout out to @livingfiction y’all have her to thank for this story and most of the material lmao. She gave me exactly what she wanted to see and I’m going to do my best to bring that to life.
taglist: @livingfiction @bl3ssyn @plan3tch1ld @l-u-xwrites @talkswithdesi @theogbadbitch @theereinawrites @nayaesworld @zillasvilla
"Alright," Nami slides onto the couch with two glasses of wine, "spill." 
Talia takes her glass and and pulls her feet under her on the couch. The shiny new Cartier Juste bracelet dangled on her wrist like a Batman signal. 
"I know you told me to give the site a try and I had planned to make my account after work but,'
"But?" Nami prodded. "You would never let me help you out and now you're flashing gold and no bags under your eyes?" 
Snorting Talia took a sip of the sweet red. "I went to work and there was this guy and well…." 
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Ramonas main dining room, patio, and balcony seating areas were packed well before the stoves were fired up. On Fridays, cold appetizers were served to dining guests with reservations. Once the restaurant actually opened they’d have the ability to select from the menu as normal. It was the busiest day of the week because of this feature. Talia tied her black apron around her waist in the back, using her locker to store her raggedy messenger bag, jacket, and umbrella. The crisp black shirt and pants were accentuated with a gold tied and name tag. Out of her all her clothes, it was the fanciest thing she owned. She wiggled her toes, remembering the black loafers that should be pristine, were suddenly beginning to dull with each shift. Talia did her best to keep the shine, but getting out the scuffs was becoming more difficult. 
"Walk fast tonight," one of her coworkers, Rebecca, said. "Hank is on a rampage tonight." 
The restaurant manager Hank, not the owner, was a pain in everyone's asses. The night always went rough when he was on shift because he made unnecessary changes and favored certain servers. He hovered over tables and just made things harder than they had to be. 
Talia looked down at her worn in shoes and sighed heavily. As long as she avoided Hank she wouldn't have to hear his mouth about her shoes. As she checked the schedule, she ran her eyes over the schedule and section she'd be working. 
Private Room: Magnolia
"Maybe I can make rent early tonight," she mumbled, grabbing the hand held POS iPad. 
For the Magnolia section she had ten tables, five of them being booths, and five tables that circled the circular bar. It was more spacious and Talia was able to number the tables how she wanted, which made remembering who was who and what they ordered. 
Fluffing her twist out, Talia made her way, quickly, to her section, plastering a smile on her face as she crossed into the more private part of the room. She was given the order of table arrival and began taking orders. Customer service wasn't fun, but she pitched her voice just right to sound enthused but disinterested in anything but the job. She passed out menus, wine lists, validated parking for a few patrons, and kept up with her bar orders. 
Talia had just cleared and cleaned two tables when Hank found her. She saw him stalk over out the corner of her eyes and braced herself for his bullshit. 
"Talia!" He says, his fake happy tone was a show for the guests around them, she could see the annoyance in his eyes. "I was wondering where you ran off too." 
He came to a stop beside her and she knew he was giving her a uniform check. His sound of disapproval when he looked down confirmed that.  
"We have standards," he says lowly. "You've been written up for those shoes already. Why haven't you gotten a new pair?" 
Talia walked towards the kitchen to wash her hands and check on her tables orders. "My shoes are fine." He didn't have to know the heels were being held on with hot glue and prayers. "Company handbook states Ramonas is responsible for replacements. Have you ordered them?" 
Hank's face flushed red. The hall they were in also held a private entrance and private bathrooms for VIP tables in Magnolia. However, the hall was partially visible. 
"At the manager's discretion." He snapped. "And last I checked, I was the manager." 
Talia wanted to roll her eyes, but there were eyes on them. Two recently sat patrons had their eyes in their direction and Talia straightened up. For a second she saw double. 
"We shouldn't be discussing this on the floor." 
Hank lifted his finger, pointing it in her face, just a few inches from her nose. She could almost feel it. Talia leaned her head back. 
"The next time you come to work those shoes had better be brand new."  
Talia gave herself two minutes in the back before returning to the room. She ran fresh hot dishes to tables. She tucked the iPad in her arm and applied hand sanitizer as she approached the recently sat booth. She had seen double, but tried not to let it show on her face. 
"Good evening and welcome to Ramonas." She pulled out the iPad, the screen lighting her up her face as she prepared to take and place their order. 
"What's new on the menu," one of the twins spoke. "It's been a few months."
His cuban shone brighter than the room's lighting, The 'Stack' monogrammed diamonds necklace beneath it was just a touch more flashy than necessary for Ramonas. There was a faint scent of weed at the table. 
"The Chef is highlighting seafood, so there is a tuna tartar, mini lobster rolls in a dill and citrus mayonnaise…'
She was interrupted by the other twin, his dark blue shirt clung to the thick muscles in his arms. He worked a toothpick around his mouth and she caught the fangs of his all gold grill. 
"What do you recommend?" 
She looked down at her screen, "well, all lobster dishes are made to order so I would start with either the lobster bisque, rolls, or pan seared tails. Depending on your entree you won't be waiting too long in between." 
He leaned back and she noticed the gold chain around his neck. It was a lot more simple than his brother. Talia looked between the two, waiting for one of them to decide on what they wanted. She wanted to lie and pretend to be a people person, but sometimes patrons would do the most and only order the steak and a side of broccoli. 
"What would you eat?" The one in blue asked. 
Talia didn't notice, but his eyes trailed up and down her body, brown eyes dark like rich molasses, lingered on her shoes before turning away. 
"I've heard the halibut was good. I think the-
"Nah," he says, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "I was asking you," His eyes dropped to her name badge with a smirk. "Talia." 
"I haven't eaten here," she replies. 
They were only given a choice of salad or soup for their shift meal and after the first week of eating them, she started to bring her lunch. 
Talia quickly shifted the conversation back to their order. She serviced her other tables, but she couldn't help but feel eyes on her. Each time she glanced in the direction of that table, he was looking at her. His mouth moved and his eyes wold flicker to his twin, but his attention was on her. 
When their entrees were ready, she grabbed them and made her way to their table again. She placed his down first; new york strip with roasted potatoes and carrots-medium. His brother ordered the same, but with stuffed lobster tails. As she grabbed refills for their drinks she could hear their conversation as she approached. 
"Leave that girl alone, Elias." 
Talia had caught the tail end of their conversation. 
"Mary…." the one in red huffs, "it's been over, Elijah." 
Her ear twitched at her guests name. It suit him. Strong and masculine. Before she could leave the table, she was stopped dead in her tracks by the Elias. His hand reached out and grabbed her apron, making her eyes fall to his. 
"Aye, check this out," he says, "I need a lady's opinion." 
Talia's brow arched. She crossed her arms over her chest, head tilted to the side. "On what?" She inquired. 
"Aight, so you lettin' ya nigga dig you out right," 
"Elias," Elijah says, "stop talking to her like that." 
Talia jaw was slack. Hearing Elias's lead into his question was wild enough. She wondered what his question was about to be. 
Elias waved Elijah off before looking up at Talia. "Like I was saying," he grinned, "He in them guts right," he doesn't wait for her to answer before asking, "hitting it just right," 
Talia's lip quivered for a second at the thought. "Oh, uh ye-" 
"I mean makin' that pussy talk back," he leans in, "makin' that shit squirt." 
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "I-" 
"Leave her alone, Elias." 
The sudden pressure that had started to build dissipated at the sound of Elijah's voice. She looked to him, her eyes full of thanks, and he gave her a nod. 
"Uh, enjoy your meals. Let me know if you need anything." 
Talia busied herself with her patrons, avoiding that table long enough to get some distance, but not to mess up a possible tip. It was clear they had conversations not meant for everyone to listen in on or interrupt. However, they were putting down their forks and finishing off their drinks. She had their check ready, however, Elias stood up, slipping on his jacket before leaving with a two finger salute. 
After dropping off two martinis, Talia approached the table, the check in a leather book in her hands. 
"Hopefully everything was to your liking?" 
She hated the way they had to phrase things here. It was an attempt to be more "upscale". If anything it sounded fake and pretentious. Elijah stood up and took the check from her hands. He barely looked at it before sliding in some bills and handing it back.
"Yeah." He stood there, staring down at her as she looked up at him. "I needed to see if you felt that too." He said lowly. His voice lowered and when he spoke she knew he saw right through her.
"You haven't had nothing like that," he says, "have you?"
Talia inhaled deeply, his presences so strong she was sure she looked like a deer in headlights. 
"N-no."
"You want it?"
Her eyes widened and she stammered to reply. Broken sounds and half words came out her mouth. He stood close enough she could smell his cologne and when she looked up at him his face matched the way she felt; a spark of electricity. 
"Keep the change, baby." 
She waited until she was at the till to open the check book. Heir bill total was only one-seventy-five, but he had left an additional three hundred dollars. She quickly cashed out their check and slid all but twenty dollars into her pocket. She knew Hank would asked about the table's tip, so she made sure to have some of it to pass over. Talia hated the shared tip jar because Hank thought he could take his "cut" before them. Talia was walking towards the hostess stand when she noticed Elijah standing there speaking with Ashely, one of the hostesses. 
"Ah, just the woman I was looking for," Ashley turned her head in Talia's direction. She had a "bitch this man is fine" wide eyed expression, shifting back to a neutral customer service smile when she faced Elijah again. 
"Is something wrong?" Talia asked. 
"Nah," he says, sliding his hands from his pocket. 
He passed her a white and gold business card, his name and number scrawled on the back. 
"I want to continue the conversation." He says. 
Talia looks up. He has a wide grin on his face and before he turns to leave he winks. Ashley makes a noise of surprise but composes herself as the next set of guests arrive. Tucking the card away, she grabs new menus. 
"Oh you have to talk to me later about that," she whispers. 
Talia shrugs, "it's not even like that." She pauses. "His brother was being a creep." 
That conversation had left a damp spot in her panites. Just a few seconds of slick talk and she was……well, slick. Not that she had a outlet. That part of her life had been collecting cobwebs for almost three years. Her last relationship left her drained. She didn't want to get involved with a patron and she was sure he'd forget about her by the time he got home. 
"Oh damn," Ashley says, her face dropping. 
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"Elijah," Nami says slowly, then her eyes widen, "he's one of Terry's friends. He's mentioned him before in passing. I had no idea he was a Dom." 
Talia played with the bracelet around her wrist. “He something.” 
Nami sees the far away look in Talia’s eyes and laughs. “Feels good doesn’t it?” 
“I’m smart, intelligent, independent…”
“But he makes you feel a little dumb, helpless, small?” 
Talia bit down on her lip, suddenly embarrassed to have shared ho w little she thinks when she's with Elijah. How easy he makes it to just exist and not have any worries or thoughts.  
"Oh my god," Talia gasps. "I'm his dumb little baby."
Nami reached for the wine bottle, pouring two more glasses. "Yeah, I have to hear this story." 
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httpvomitello · 8 months ago
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In the Glow of the Lab Light *⁠.⁠✧
donnie x male!reader
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The lair was quiet, save for the soft hum of Donnie’s lab equipment. Earlier, it had been alive with energy, laughter bouncing off the walls as you, April, Casey, and the turtles played games and ate way too much pizza. But now, everyone had retreated to their respective corners to sleep.
Everyone except you.
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The fire was everywhere, roaring and relentless. You could feel its heat, hear its crackle as it devoured everything in its path. The smoke burned your lungs, making it impossible to breathe. Voices screamed your name, but you couldn’t reach them—couldn’t save them.
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You woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting bolt upright. The air in the lair was cool, but it felt suffocating against the sheen of sweat on your skin. Your heart raced, pounding so loudly in your ears you barely noticed the tears streaming down your face.
You rubbed your hands over your face, fingers brushing against the scars that marked your skin. The burns—visible reminders of a night you could never forget. A night that had taken everything from you.
You didn’t notice the soft footsteps approaching until a voice, gentle and laced with concern, broke through the silence.
“Y/N?”
You turned to see Donnie standing in the doorway, his bo staff in one hand and a frown creasing his brow.
“I heard you,” he said, stepping closer. “Are you… alright?”
“I’m fine,” you said quickly, your voice shaky and unconvincing. “Just a bad dream. Go back to bed, Donnie.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, he set his bo staff aside and crouched down next to your bed. “That didn’t sound like just a bad dream,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Do you… want to talk about it?”
You hesitated, your hands clenching the blanket tightly. You’d never told him the full story. You’d never told anyone, really. The scars on your body were explanation enough for most people. But Donnie wasn’t most people. Or turtle...
“It’s just… memories,” you finally admitted. “Of the fire.”
His eyes flickered to your scars for just a moment before meeting yours again. “The fire that…?”
You nodded. “That took my family. I couldn’t save them.”
Donnie’s gaze softened further, and he sat down beside you. “Y/N, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know,” you said quickly, though the words felt hollow. “It’s just… it always feels so real. Like I’m back there again.”
He was quiet for a moment, and then, without a word, he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. The gesture was small, but it grounded you.
“I can’t pretend to understand what you went through,” Donnie said, his voice steady. “But I can promise you this: you’re not alone now. If you ever feel like the memories are too much, I’m here. You're my boyfriend, and I don't want to see you suffering because of this, thinking you can't tell me anything. I'm here for you.”
You looked at him, the glow from his lab casting soft purple light across his face. “Thanks, babe.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “It’s what I do. Emotional support genius, at your service.”
Despite everything, you chuckled. “Is that an official title?”
“It is now,” he said, standing up. “Come on. Let’s go to the lab. I have some projects I could use your input on. Distractions are an underrated coping mechanism, you know.”
You followed him, grateful for the excuse to leave your nightmare behind.
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You followed him to his workstation, where he rummaged through a drawer before pulling out a sleek, circular device. “This,” he began, holding it up, “is a prototype I’ve been working on. It’s designed to help regulate stress responses.”
“How does it work?” you asked, curiosity momentarily overriding your anxiety.
He smiled faintly, the excitement of explaining his invention clear in his tone. “It uses biometric feedback to monitor your heart rate and breathing patterns. When it detects elevated levels of stress, it emits a calming frequency.”
You raised an eyebrow. “So, it’s a stress-busting gadget?”
“Essentially,” he said, handing it to you. “I haven’t tested it much yet, but… I thought it might help you. Especially on nights like this.”
Your chest tightened, but this time, it wasn’t from panic. “You made this for me?”
“Well, I made it for anyone who might need it,” he said, his voice dropping into his usual awkward ramble. “But yes, I had you in mind specifically. Your well-being is—uh—important to me. Very important.”
The corners of your mouth lifted into a small smile after kissing his cheek “Thank you, Donnie. Really.”
He cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “It’s what I do. Genius inventor and, apparently, boyfriend extraordinaire.”
You chuckled softly, reaching out to take his hand. “You’re definitely both.”
Donnie squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your scarred skin without hesitation. “Y/N, I can’t erase what happened, but I’ll do whatever I can to make things easier for you.”
“I know,” you said, the weight on your chest lifting just a little. “And i love you for that.”
The two of you stayed like that for a while, the steady hum of the lab filling the silence.
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missmadella · 3 months ago
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In the Quiet (Osamu x Reader)
Let’s not forget the other precious Miya twin :3
Summary: They bicker like rivals, clash like fire and rain — but somewhere between stormy nights and quiet conversations, something tender begins to grow.
What started as constant banter and clashing egos during a late-night Shift turns into something much more complicated when Reader and Osamu Miya are stuck together during a storm. As thunder rolls outside and tension simmers indoors, they find warmth — both literally and emotionally — in each other’s presence. Between teasing remarks, shared soup, and blanket-stealing wars, their guarded walls begin to crack.
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The sky outside was an angry, swirling gray, thunder cracking low and constant like distant growls from something massive and hungry. Rain lashed against the front windows of Onigiri Miya, heavy and relentless, the kind that blurred the street outside into watercolor smudges of light and shadow. Wind howled down the alley, rattling the windows and slipping through the thin cracks of the old shop door like cold fingers.
Inside, the warmth of the kitchen clung to the air — the fading scent of grilled fish and steamed rice still lingering, mingling with the sharp tang of cleaning supplies. The overhead lights buzzed quietly, casting long, soft-edged shadows across the counter. It was past closing, and the storm had officially made leaving a no-go.
You were trapped here. With him.
Osamu Miya stood a few feet away, arms crossed, staring out at the storm through the front window like he could will it to stop. His apron was dusted in rice flour, sleeves rolled up, dark hair slightly tousled from the long shift. Silent. Moody.
Typical.
You turned back to the counter, wiping down the surface with slow, circular motions just to stay busy — and maybe to keep yourself from picking another fight.
Because that's what you did.
Bicker. Constantly.
About everything. The temperature of the rice. The proper angle for folding nori. Whether you were “meticulously organized” or just “neurotic as hell.”
“Y’know, y’all bicker like an old married couple,” Atsumu had said a few nights ago, leaning over the prep table with a mouthful of pickled plum. “Can’t tell if you’re flirtin’ or fightin’, but either way, it’s weird. Like... should I be leavin’ the room or takin’ notes?”
You’d rolled your eyes and told him to choke on his damn onigiri.
“We’re not married,” you’d snapped. “Sure don’t act single,” he’d muttered under his breath.
Osamu hadn’t even flinched. Just kept chopping scallions like nothing had been said.
You hated how easy it was for him to get under your skin. Hated that he always had some smug little quip locked and loaded — delivered in that infuriatingly calm, low voice of his like he wasn’t trying to rile you up on purpose.
It wasn’t flirting. Not really. It was a dance — you stepped on his toes, he shoved your shoulder. You called him "Chef Boy Rice," he muttered that you were “lucky to even be on prep duty.”
And now the universe had stranded the two of you here together, alone in the flickering quiet of a storm-lashed shop, with no train service, no taxis, and no sign of the rain letting up.
Fate had a sick sense of humor.
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The lights flickered once.
Then again.
Then out.
The sudden darkness made your breath hitch. The soft hum of electricity vanished, swallowed by the low roar of rain and a crack of thunder so close it shook the windows. The kitchen was instantly filled with shadows — familiar shapes turned eerie in the dim emergency light from the hallway.
You blinked, letting your eyes adjust.
“Great,” you muttered. “Perfect. Love this for us.”
From the other side of the prep area, Osamu sighed — that long, tired kind of exhale that said, this is your fault somehow, even though it very much wasn’t.
“I told ya the storm was gonna knock somethin’ out,” he said, voice calm and low as ever.
“You also told me I was folding the onigiri like a ‘damn tourist,’” you snapped, pulling out your phone for some light.
“Well,” he said, stepping around the counter to grab a flashlight from a drawer, “I stand by that one.”
You turned your flashlight toward him just as he clicked his on, both beams crossing like some petty light-saber battle.
“Do you ever just say thank you?” you said, raising a brow. “You’re lucky I even showed up for this shift.”
“Oh, yeah,” he deadpanned, shining his flashlight toward the pantry. “What would I have done without your dramatic sighin’ and passive-aggressive shelf organizing?”
You bit your tongue — mostly because he wasn’t entirely wrong — and shot him a glare instead.
Another flash of lightning lit the shop up in a stark burst of white, followed by a deep, bone-shaking rumble.
A small draft slithered through the cracks in the front windows, colder now. It slipped under your sleeves and curled around your ankles. Goosebumps rose along your skin before you could pretend otherwise.
You rubbed your arms and turned away from him.
“Whatever. I’m freezing,” you muttered, already heading toward the back storage room. “I’m finding a blanket or a giant rice bag to crawl into.”
“Check under the shelf near the extra aprons,” Osamu called after you, tone still maddeningly casual. “We keep emergency stuff in there.”
“Oh, so you do prepare for things,” you grumbled. “Guess I should thank you for not letting me freeze to death.”
“Wouldn’t go that far,” he replied with a smirk in his voice. “But it’d be real inconvenient if ya did.”
You rolled your eyes hard enough to see stars.
Still, you ducked into the storage area, light bobbing over shelves and boxes. The cold settled in deeper now that you weren’t moving. Your fingers tingled slightly as you rifled through the supplies. You found a folded blanket tucked neatly under a stack of unopened apron packs — thick, soft, and surprisingly clean.
You sat down on the floor, wrapping it around your shoulders with a frustrated huff. Not at the blanket. Not at the power outage.
Mostly… him.
Stupid storm. Stupid smug Osamu. Stupid way your heart kept not acting stupid every time he got close enough to share air with.
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You stayed there for a while, curled under the blanket on the cold storage room floor, trying to will the irritation out of your chest. The storm outside raged on, thunder rolling like it was echoing your mood. You tugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders, jaw clenched.
This wasn’t how you wanted the night to go. You were supposed to clock out, catch your train, go home, and not deal with the human embodiment of a smug eye-roll in the form of Osamu Miya.
Footsteps padded toward the room.
You didn’t look up when he appeared in the doorway, flashlight beam pointed low so it didn’t blind you.
"You’re sulkin’," he said, not unkindly.
"I’m warming up,” you shot back, glaring at a crack in the tile instead of his face. “You know. Since the shop is basically a walk-in freezer now.”
He exhaled a soft, tired sound, then disappeared again without a word.
You stared after him, ready to mentally draft an entire argument about how you weren’t the one with the attitude problem.
But a few minutes later, he was back — kneeling beside you without saying anything. The smell hit first: warm broth, miso and something savory and soft. You looked over to find him holding out a mug.
Steam curled from it.
"...What is this?" you asked warily.
“Emergency soup,” he said simply. “Made it on the little gas burner.”
You hesitated, but the warmth called to your fingers like a lifeline. You took it, cradling the cup in your hands, watching the steam rise.
“I didn’t ask you to make this,” you muttered.
“Didn’t say you did.”
Silence stretched between you — not tense, not sharp. Just... quiet. The kind of quiet where every sound felt louder. The storm beyond the walls. Your slow sip. His breath beside you.
You caught him watching you from the corner of your eye. Not smug. Not irritated.
Just... watching.
“Still mad?” he asked after a moment.
“Maybe,” you mumbled into the cup.
“Figured,” he said, and then after a beat: “You’re cute when you’re pissed.”
You froze.
Your eyes darted to his. His face was mostly in shadow, but his mouth twitched like he was holding back something — a laugh? A smirk?
“You did not just say that.”
“I did,” he said, the edge of a smile finally showing. “Blame the soup. It’s honest food.”
You stared at him. At his annoyingly nice mouth. At the stupid softness in his eyes that shouldn’t be there, not after a whole shift of sniping at each other.
The heat from the mug felt like it had spread to your chest now — and not just from the soup.
“You’re infuriating,” you whispered.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low.
Osamu didn’t say anything else after that — just let the silence settle as you blew gently across the top of the soup. It smelled stupidly good. You hated how comforting it was. Hated that your chest felt warm even before the first sip hit your tongue.
You heard the rustle of fabric and felt the air shift as he moved. Then—
The blanket lifted slightly.
He didn’t ask. Just slid down beside you, back against the wall, tucking part of the blanket around his own shoulders. His arm brushed yours. Solid. Warm. Real.
You glanced over, but he kept his eyes forward, cradling his own mug like it was nothing.
Your first instinct was to say something snarky — really? no personal space? — but the words never made it out.
Because he’d made you soup.
Because his shoulder was warm against yours and, for once, he wasn’t smirking or goading or trying to get a rise out of you. He was just... sitting there.
And for some reason, that quiet act said more than any of the barbed jokes or long glances from across the prep counter ever had.
So you didn’t push him away. Didn’t shift. Didn’t complain.
You just exhaled slowly and leaned, maybe just a little, into the solid line of his arm.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.
Outside, the storm kept howling. But in the little circle of shared warmth beneath the blanket, it felt muted. Distant.
For the first time all night, your chest wasn’t tight with irritation.
You sipped your soup. Then, voice soft and a little begrudging, you said, “...Thanks. For this.”
You felt his gaze slide to you, then back ahead.
“Don’t mention it.”
Another beat passed. Comfortable. Quiet.
Then he added, just loud enough to hear: “You were right about the soy sauce.”
You blinked, turning your head toward him. “What?”
“In the marinade,” he said, eyes on his soup. “Could’ve used a little less.”
You stared at him for a second. “Are you... admitting I was right?”
“Don’t get used to it.”
You grinned into your cup. “Too late.”
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The silence between you settled again — heavier now, but not uncomfortable. Like a blanket of its own, soft and weighted. The kind that made you feel things if you let it sit too long.
Osamu didn’t move. His shoulder stayed pressed to yours, steady and warm, his breath slow and even. The steam from your soup had started to fade, but you kept holding the mug, just for something to do with your hands.
You risked a glance at him.
He was staring down at the rim of his cup, brows furrowed slightly — not in annoyance, not like earlier. Like he was thinking. Something slow, something careful. You could feel the shift in him, just under the surface.
So you asked, quieter this time. “Why’d you stay so late tonight, anyway? You usually leave the minute the ‘closed’ sign flips.”
He didn’t answer right away.
Then—
“I knew the storm was gonna get bad,” he said finally, thumb tracing the edge of the mug. “Didn’t wanna leave the place locked up with stuff half-prepped. Figured I’d get ahead for the weekend. Stay outta the mess.”
You tilted your head slightly, watching him.
“That’s it?”
A pause.
Then: “No.”
He didn’t look at you, but the truth was already hanging there in the dim air between you.
You waited.
“I knew you were on shift,” he said, voice low, barely audible over the rain. “Didn’t wanna leave you here alone in case it got bad.”
You blinked. Your stomach didn’t know if it should twist or flutter.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, still not looking at you. “That’s why.”
The confession hung there for a moment — honest and a little raw, without any armor or sarcasm wrapped around it.
And somehow, it felt louder than any of your arguments had ever been.
You turned your body slightly toward him, blanket shifting with the movement, your shoulder brushing his again.
“…You’re a pain in the ass,” you said softly.
He huffed out a low laugh. “You keep remindin’ me.”
You hesitated.
Then leaned your head against his shoulder.
This time, he did flinch — just the tiniest bit — like he wasn’t expecting it. But he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted to make the angle better, easier. Like it was natural. Like it had always been coming.
His voice came quieter now, almost a whisper:
“…You’re warm.”
“So are you,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.
The storm outside kept raging. But in the stillness of the storage room, with soup cooling on the floor and the weight of years of bickering finally unraveling into something soft and unspoken between you — you let yourself stay right there.
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The storm outside was unforgiving — the kind of storm that made everything feel far away and distant. The heavy rain drummed against the windows of Onigiri Miya, tapping out a rhythm that almost felt like it could be comforting, if you listened long enough. Thunder rumbled low in the distance, and the wind howled as it swept through the alley, rattling the thin glass and tugging at the sign overhead.
You were lost in it for a moment, staring at the dark window as the world outside blurred into streaks of silver and shadow. It was almost hypnotic — the way the rain fell in sheets, the way the storm seemed to press everything down, as if telling the world to slow down and be quiet for once.
“Kind of peaceful, right?” you said softly, more to yourself than to Osamu, who was cleaning the counter nearby.
“Peaceful?” he muttered, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes still sharp despite the late hour. “It’s a damn nightmare out there. Can’t even hear myself think with that wind.”
You tilted your head slightly, letting the rhythm of the rain settle into your bones. “I don’t know. There’s something calming about it. It makes everything feel... contained, I guess? Like the whole world’s just put on pause.”
Osamu snorted, turning back to wipe down the counter. “I dunno, sounds like you’ve got an odd way of calming down.”
“Maybe,” you said, a faint smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. “I mean, it’s better than yelling at the storm, right?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” he muttered.
You shot him a quick look, but it was soft — there was a strange stillness in the air, something almost fragile, like the storm outside was pulling down the usual sharp edges between you. You stretched your neck, glancing out at the torrential downpour again, the streetlights just faint gold blurs in the rain.
“That’s how I feel when I see you, y’know,” you said, almost absently. “Like... the storm. But not in a bad way. More like... everything you are just makes things feel kinda... quiet.”
Osamu paused in the middle of wiping down a surface, his brows furrowing slightly as he turned to look at you. “Quiet?”
“Yeah,” you said, shifting a little. “It’s like... when I look at you, I don’t have to think about anything. No noise, no overthinking. Just... calm. Like how the rain kinda hushes the world.”
There was a long, strange pause. Then, as if on cue, Osamu let out a quiet chuckle.
“That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
You shrugged, rolling your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”
Osamu smirked, wiping his hands dry. “I’m tryin’ to figure out how that makes sense. Me, calm? Really?”
“Well,” you hesitated, then added, “Your hair reminds me of it sometimes.”
His eyebrow arched slightly. “My hair?”
“Yeah. It’s messy, and it’s all over the place — but it’s... soft, you know? Like the rain. Sometimes it’s wild and untamed, but it’s still got a kind of... gentleness to it. Like it doesn’t mind being messy.”
Osamu blinked, clearly caught off guard by your random analogy. “My hair’s messy. What are you—?”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’m not saying you look like a storm, Osamu. I just think your hair’s kinda like the rain. You know? Like... stormy but calming.”
You watched as his usual smirk faded for a second — replaced with a look that, for once, didn’t have any edge or teasing behind it. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a little sheepish now.
“Never thought of it that way,” he said, almost under his breath.
The storm outside picked up again, louder now, but somehow... softer.
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You were still sitting on the floor, the blanket around your shoulders, nursing the last dregs of the soup he made — soup that had, for some reason, calmed you. But not enough to make the fire between you and him disappear. If anything, it made you more aware of how close he was now, how the space between you felt too small.
“Y’know,” you said, voice a little sharper than you intended, “if you really wanted to make this shift more bearable, you could stop with all the teasing.”
He glanced over at you, his expression unreadable, but there was a hint of that trademark smirk at the corner of his lips. “I’m not teasing you.”
“Really?” you said, incredulous. “You just happened to bring me soup in the middle of a power outage?”
“That’s called bein’ responsible,” he countered, leaning back against the wall with his mug. “What’s your excuse?”
You gritted your teeth. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Well, looks like you got one.” His eyes flicked over to you, the challenge in them unmistakable. "You look like you're about to fall asleep right here."
“Wouldn't be the first time,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the way your body had already started to relax under the blanket, leaning into the warmth from him — just a little.
“Sure it wouldn’t,” Osamu said, his tone far too amused. “Probably wouldn’t even notice if I left.”
“Don’t you dare,” you snapped, a little too quickly. “I’m still mad at you, remember?”
“Right,” he said, his voice mockingly sweet. “Mad at me. For... what exactly? Givin’ you soup?”
“For everything!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exaggerated frustration. “For being... you. For constantly acting like I’m an inconvenience to you.”
Osamu tilted his head slightly, looking at you with that sharp, observant gaze of his, the one that made your stomach flip unexpectedly. “You’re not an inconvenience, y’know.”
“Oh? You don’t mind how much I complain?” you shot back, voice a little too bitter for your liking. “Or how I argue with you about everything?”
Osamu didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his face a little closer to yours now. “I’ve never minded you argue. You’re... more fun when you’re worked up.”
That was enough to make your heart stutter, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “You get off on that, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” he said, his voice lower now, as if the storm outside had suddenly made the air between you both crackle even more. “But I don’t mind it when you get mad. When you’re honest.”
The words hung between you, raw and a little too intimate for comfort. The moment stretched out — thick with tension.
You felt your breath catch in your throat, suddenly aware of how close he was. How his shoulder was just barely brushing against yours under the blanket, how his scent seemed to wrap around you. You couldn’t look away from him.
“So, what?” you said, your voice a little quieter now, betraying you. “What does that mean?”
He was staring at you now, his eyes dark but intense, like he was seeing right through your defenses. “Means I don’t mind it when you get under my skin.”
You swallowed. Your heart skipped a beat. The storm outside raged harder, but now it felt like it was just background noise — like the world outside didn’t exist anymore. It was just the two of you, shoulders pressed together, trapped in this strange, tense space.
You leaned back slightly, suddenly needing some space — but your mind was too tangled to think straight. “You’re still a pain in the ass,” you muttered, trying to regain control of the situation.
Osamu chuckled, leaning even closer as his breath warmed your ear. “I’m starting to think you like it.”
You pulled away just slightly, but not enough to break the connection, and shot him a pointed look. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re too damn cute when you’re angry,” he said, a little smirk tugging at his lips. “But you’re right. I’m a pain in the ass.”
A flicker of warmth shot through you, despite the frustration still bubbling in your chest.
“You’re... insufferable,” you murmured, voice barely a whisper. Your face flushed, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the tension, the heat of his proximity, or something else entirely.
“And you’re cute when you try to act mad.” He grinned, cocky and too damn close. “But I think you’re startin’ to get used to it.”
You shot him a glare, but the way your chest was fluttering made it hard to hold the same fierce stance you usually did. “You’re impossible, Osamu.”
“I get that a lot,” he replied, the grin on his face wide and cheeky. “And you’re not the first to call me a pain.”
“Well, you definitely live up to it.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to ignore the way his proximity was starting to affect you. “You seriously don’t have any filter. It’s like you enjoy getting under my skin.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, lips curling upward in a way that was equal parts teasing and... something else. “You think so? I could always try harder.”
You blinked, flustered at the challenge in his tone. “What, are you trying to rile me up? Because it’s working.”
“Is it?” He leaned just a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours again as he settled back into the blanket. He was doing it on purpose now. That was clear. He was testing you — watching, waiting to see how much you’d take before you finally snapped.
You kept your gaze straight ahead, but you could feel the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t need you to get under my skin, Osamu,” you muttered, more to yourself. “I’m perfectly fine on my own.”
“That so?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at you sideways now. “Then why are you sitting next to me instead of storming outta here, like you usually do?”
Your eyes snapped to his, the challenge in his voice making your heartbeat quicken. “Because I’m trying to endure you,” you shot back. “Trying.”
“Oh, so you’re saying you’re tolerating me now?” Osamu leaned in just a little more, voice dropping lower. “That’s all?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it tolerating,” you said, smirking despite yourself. “More like... surviving.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and low. “Surviving me, huh? You sure you’re not enjoying it?”
“I’m enduring,” you said again, this time with more emphasis. “Big difference.”
Osamu tilted his head, that teasing grin not leaving his lips. He was watching you intently, as if you were the only thing in the world worth his attention right now. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
You could feel your chest tightening again, and it wasn’t from annoyance anymore. It was something else — something you didn’t want to acknowledge. Something that was making your heart race faster, your breath hitch in your throat. But you weren’t going to let him see that.
Instead, you scoffed. “Maybe I’m just staying close because it’s the only way to keep you from wrecking this entire place by yourself.”
Osamu's gaze flickered over to you, the playfulness still there but with something darker underneath. He leaned a little closer, his voice soft but deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. “Is that so? You think I can’t handle things on my own?”
“You’ve already burned the kitchen twice, Osamu,” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not so sure you can.”
The moment hung there, and for a heartbeat, it almost felt like you were two completely different people — arguing over the same damn things over and over again, but this time, the words carried a different weight. Your usual sharp retorts felt like they were missing something. And so did his — his teasing, the smirk, the challenges. All of it suddenly felt like it had more behind it.
Osamu didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he just stared at you, like he was waiting for something. Something unspoken. You didn’t know what it was, but the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable.
Then, he broke the silence with a low chuckle. “Guess I should let you get back to your survival mode, huh?”
Before you could respond, he nudged you lightly with his shoulder, the motion casual — but there was a weight to it that lingered just a second too long. It was like he was testing you again. Waiting for you to pull away.
But you didn’t. Not this time.
You stayed right where you were, the tension in the air tightening even more.
You barely even realized how close you’d gotten to him, your shoulder pressed firmly against his now, the blanket wrapped around you both, keeping you too close for comfort. But your chest was tight again — not from anger this time, but something deeper, something that made your stomach flip.
He was leaning in just slightly, eyes locked onto yours with that challenging glint still in them. His breath was warm against your skin. And you couldn’t ignore how good it felt to have him this close.
“I don’t need your help, Osamu,” you murmured, your voice quieter now, almost betraying you. “I can handle it.”
“Is that so?” His voice dropped, the teasing edge gone, replaced with something softer, but no less intense. “You sure? ‘Cause it doesn’t look like it.”
And that was it.
The teasing, the back-and-forth, the walls you’d both built... it all shattered in that single moment. You could feel it in the air. The pull between you had finally snapped, and now there was no turning back.
The air between you both felt like it was charged with electricity now. It wasn’t the same playful tension anymore. Something had changed. The words you exchanged — the bickering, the teasing — had shifted into a deeper, more urgent silence. Neither of you seemed to know exactly when it happened, but you both felt it now. The storm outside no longer mattered. The flickering lights didn’t matter. It was just the two of you.
You could feel your breath catch, your pulse quickening, and the words that once came so easily now felt like they were stuck in your throat. But you weren’t angry anymore. You weren’t annoyed. You were just... aware. So painfully, achingly aware of how close he was.
Osamu didn’t break the silence either. He leaned in slightly, just enough to make the space between you feel impossibly small. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto yours, and there was no teasing left. No challenge. Just the raw intensity of the moment.
“You’re sure you don’t need my help?” His voice was low now, softer, almost a whisper — the playful edge replaced by something warmer, more real. His breath fanned across your face, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
You swallowed hard, heart racing as you struggled to form an answer. His proximity was overwhelming, his shoulder still pressed lightly against yours under the blanket. You hadn’t realized how much of him had crept into your personal space until now. How much you... liked it.
Your voice came out quieter than usual. “I... I don’t need you, Osamu.” It was half a lie. The words felt foreign in your mouth, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to admit what was already starting to bloom inside you.
He shifted just enough that you could feel his body near yours, a slow, deliberate motion that made your pulse race even faster. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne — and something more raw, like the lingering warmth of the soup. It was... intoxicating. The way he smelled, the way his presence seemed to dominate the space. Your heart beat a little faster, betraying your earlier words.
Osamu’s hand moved closer to yours, fingers brushing the edge of your wrist, just a gentle graze. You stiffened at the contact, but your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade. It was just the two of you — the storm outside, the sounds of the shop, the world outside — none of it mattered.
His voice dropped lower, almost a murmur. “You don’t need me, huh? Then why are you still here?”
Your breath hitched as you looked up at him, and for the first time, there was no escape. No shield. You could see the way he was looking at you, and you knew — just knew — that whatever this was, whatever had been building between you for so long, it was about to shift into something neither of you could deny.
His thumb brushed the back of your hand lightly, the touch gentle but full of intent. The softness of it felt like a whisper, pulling at something inside you that you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge before. His proximity was too much, yet not enough.
“I...” Your voice faltered, and you felt the weight of your own hesitation. “I don’t know what you want from me, Osamu,” you said, the words barely above a whisper.
“I want you to stop pretending,” he murmured, his hand moving just a little, his thumb tracing small circles on your wrist. The small, almost tender touch was enough to make you shiver. “Stop pretending you don’t feel this.”
Your breath caught in your throat, and the words you had been holding back finally broke free. “I do feel it.” The admission was almost too quiet to hear, but you couldn’t take it back. The truth hung in the air between you both, undeniable.
Osamu’s gaze softened, and for the first time, you saw the quiet sincerity in his eyes — a contrast to the usual teasing and cocky front. His fingers gently cupped your chin, tilting your face toward his, and the sudden closeness made everything in your chest tighten, in the best and worst way.
“Then stop fighting it,” he whispered, voice barely audible, the words so close to your lips that you could feel the heat of his breath. “Just let it happen.”
The air felt thick now, like every second that passed between you made it harder to hold onto the distance, harder to keep up the act. Your chest felt tight with the weight of the moment, and your eyes fluttered closed for just a second, the heat of his touch burning through the blanket, through your skin, straight to your heart.
Before you could stop yourself, you tilted your head slightly toward his, your breath mingling in the small space between you. “I’m not sure if I can,” you whispered, the words as much a challenge as they were a surrender.
Osamu didn’t say anything. Instead, he closed the small gap between you, his lips pressing softly against yours — tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But the moment his lips touched yours, something inside you snapped. The tension, the fight, the teasing all fell away in a single, breathless moment.
The kiss deepened almost instinctively, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if there was no way to go back. His warmth enveloped you, his body pressing into yours as though this moment was long overdue.
You didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to.
Everything — the storm outside, the frustrations, the quiet admissions — faded as you lost yourself in the kiss, the connection between you both solidifying in a way that made the world outside seem so far away. The air was thick with that same intensity, but now it was something sweeter, something more honest than the bickering that had defined your every interaction up until this point.
For the first time, the storm outside was a distant memory — because there was no question left. You were finally right where you needed to be.
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The kiss deepened almost immediately, as though neither of you could hold back any longer. Osamu’s lips were soft but insistent against yours, the heat between you growing with each movement. The world outside — the storm, the chaos — felt a million miles away. It was just you and him now, and the urgency of the moment consumed you both.
Your heart raced in a way it never had before, pulsing in your chest as his hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer. His warmth enveloped you, the space between you shrinking until there was no room for anything but the need that pulsed between you both.
Without even thinking, you shifted on the floor, instinctively straddling his hips, your legs settling against the warm curve of his body. The movement was smooth, fluid, and before you could process what you were doing, you found yourself so close to him — so close, in fact, that every breath, every heartbeat, seemed to align with his.
Osamu’s hands slid up to your waist, gripping you gently, but his kiss never wavered. He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, and you couldn’t help but sigh against his lips as you felt the heat of him through the thin fabric of your clothes. The tension you’d fought so hard to ignore, the distance you’d both maintained, was completely gone now. This was real. This was... something neither of you had been able to fight anymore.
He broke the kiss for a moment, just enough to breathe, but his forehead rested against yours, his hands still gently holding your body against his. You were both panting, your hearts thudding in perfect sync.
“Is this...” you breathed out, barely able to form a coherent thought, “Is this really happening?”
Osamu’s eyes were half-lidded, dark with desire, but there was something else there too — something vulnerable, something raw. “I don’t know how we waited this long,” he muttered, voice hoarse, his hands sliding up your back to the nape of your neck, pulling you back into another kiss before you could speak. This time, his kiss was slower, deeper — almost reverent, like he was savoring every second.
You let out a breathless laugh into the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging him closer. “You’re impossible,” you whispered between kisses, the words breathless and filled with unspoken feelings.
He chuckled, the sound low and rough. “I know. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You had to admit he was right. You’d fought it. Argued, bickered, shoved back all the feelings that had crept in slowly, insidiously, until you couldn’t ignore them anymore. Not when he was so close, not when everything about the moment felt so... right.
Your hips shifted instinctively against his, the pressure between you making your breath hitch. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer as if to ground you both in this moment. His lips didn’t leave yours; they moved with urgency, with need, and the feeling of being wanted, truly wanted, was intoxicating.
"Osamu," you whispered, breaking the kiss for a second as you pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. "I..." The words were there, but for some reason, they stuck in your throat.
He didn’t give you a chance to think too much. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours again, breath shallow. "Don’t say it yet. Don’t overthink it." His voice was thick, rough around the edges. “Just... feel it.”
His words were a balm, a way to silence the thoughts in your mind that kept trying to break through. You closed your eyes, and instead of thinking, you gave in. You let yourself feel. Every touch, every kiss, the weight of him beneath you, the warmth of his hands on your skin.
When you kissed him again, it wasn’t with urgency, but with something softer. You let the kiss linger, feeling the way he responded — the gentleness of it, the way his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, the way his lips molded to yours as if they were meant to be there. The taste of him was intoxicating, and it made the storm outside seem like a distant memory.
You pulled back again, breathless, this time allowing yourself the space to speak the words that had been bubbling inside of you, but you were finally ready to say them. “I didn’t want to admit it... but I—”
But Osamu was already moving. His hands slid under your shirt, warm against your skin, pulling you even closer, his lips trailing down to your neck, silencing you in the best way. His touch, the way he moved against you, made your words scatter like leaves in the wind.
You gasped as he kissed the soft skin just below your ear, his breath hot and needy against your pulse. “You don’t need to say it, just... let me show you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands tracing the curve of your waist, fingertips brushing your ribs. “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted this.”
You shivered at his words, feeling the truth of them deep in your chest. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been holding back, how much you’d buried under sarcasm and teasing and denial. But now, in the quiet of this storm-ravaged night, with him holding you close, it was impossible to deny.
"I—" you started again, but his lips met yours again, stealing the words right out of you. You melted into the kiss, the softness of it surprising you after all the tension. It was slow, deep, full of the emotions neither of you had voiced until now.
His hands roamed down your back, pulling you further into his lap as if he never wanted to let you go. The contact between you both felt like a promise. There were no words needed now. Every touch, every kiss, every shuddering breath between you was enough to convey what had been hidden for so long.
When he pulled back, he looked at you with that familiar, knowing smirk, but this time it was different. There was no teasing in his gaze, only something soft, something genuine. “We’re in this together now, right?” he asked, his voice low, filled with the weight of everything unspoken.
You nodded, your hand finding its way to his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. “Yeah,” you whispered, heart full of something you couldn’t quite name. But for once, it didn’t matter.
The storm outside raged on, but inside, it was just the two of you, finding shelter in each other.
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The air between you both had shifted. The quick, fiery kisses gave way to something slower, more tender. The kind of kiss that felt as if it was meant to last forever, lingering as if neither of you wanted to break the connection.
Osamu’s hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin, tracing the line of your jaw. His lips met yours with a soft pressure, almost as if he was afraid to break the delicate silence between you, but neither of you could pull away. Every breath between you was shared, and every moment felt like it could stretch on for eternity.
You tilted your head slightly, deepening the kiss just enough, savoring the soft glide of his lips against yours. The warmth of his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath you, made the space between you feel like it had collapsed into something safe, something full of only the two of you.
You pulled away just slightly, your forehead resting against his, breathing in sync, the room suddenly quiet except for the faint sound of the storm beating against the windows.
“You’re not gonna say anything, are you?” you whispered, the words light but full of meaning. It was like the weight of everything unsaid was building, and now it was impossible to ignore.
Osamu’s hand gently slid down your back, pulling you even closer as if you were the one thing keeping him grounded. “What is there to say?” His voice was a soft rasp, low and intimate. His thumb continued its gentle circle on the small of your back, and it felt like every touch was a quiet promise. “I’m not good with words, you know that.”
You smiled softly, your lips brushing against his again, this time with even more tenderness, the kiss lingering as you let your lips trace the contours of his mouth. “You don’t need to be good with words,” you murmured between kisses. “Not when your actions speak louder than anything.”
His breath hitched as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him just a little closer, but the kiss slowed again, the rhythm becoming deliberate, like you were both savoring every moment. Every second of this quiet, fragile peace.
“I didn’t know how badly I wanted this,” Osamu said after a long moment, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud made it all the more real. His lips brushed against yours, gentle but with an underlying passion that refused to be ignored. “I didn’t know how much I’d... been holding back.”
“You’re not the only one,” you replied, voice low, vulnerable. The words came easier now, the truth slipping out like it had always been waiting for the right moment. “I fought it, Osamu. I fought us.”
He pulled away just enough to look at you, the gaze in his eyes soft, almost tender. “You didn’t have to fight it,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing the side of your neck. “I wasn’t going anywhere. I’ve always been here, even when we were pretending not to be.”
You couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. There was a raw honesty in his voice now, and it made your heart flutter in a way that was both unexpected and beautiful. “It was never about not wanting to be close to you,” you whispered, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “It was about not knowing how to let go.”
Osamu closed his eyes for a moment, his forehead resting against yours again, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “I get that. I’ve been trying to hold it all together too... but we’re here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”
His words, those simple, honest words, were like a soft caress against your soul. The kiss that followed was slow, patient, as though you were both testing the waters of something new, something more real than anything you’d shared before. There was no rush now. No pressure. Just the warmth of his lips against yours and the sound of your breath mixing, tangled together.
His hands roamed again, but this time they were gentler, almost reverent as they slid along your back, tracing your spine in slow, deliberate movements. You let out a soft sigh against his lips, unable to hold back the soft smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. It felt like you were in a dream — a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from.
Osamu paused for a second, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes intense but filled with something softer now. “You’re sure?” he asked quietly, the question more of an invitation than anything else.
Your chest tightened at the weight of the question, but you didn’t need to think about it. Not anymore. “I’m sure,” you whispered, your lips curling into a tender smile. “I’ve never been more sure.”
The kiss that followed was deeper, more loving, as though every piece of you was finally letting go. Slowly, you both learned the rhythm of each other, moving together in a quiet dance, allowing your feelings to grow in the space between kisses. Each kiss became more tender than the last, more full of affection and desire — a perfect blend of everything you’d both been hiding.
Osamu’s hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he pulled you even closer, and you could feel the heat of his body pressing against you. The way he held you, the way his lips moved so slowly against yours, made every other thought fade away. This was all that mattered now.
When you pulled back, your breath coming in short gasps, Osamu stayed close, his lips brushing against your forehead, his voice barely audible. “I don’t ever want to let go of this.”
“Then don’t,” you murmured, your hand running through his hair, pulling him back down to kiss you once more, slowly, deeply. There was no rush anymore. No interruptions. Just the two of you, finally allowing yourselves to feel everything you’d been too afraid to admit before.
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The warmth of Osamu’s body against yours was like a comforting blanket that kept the chill of the night at bay. Sometime in the quiet stillness of the early hours, the two of you had fallen asleep, tangled up in each other. The storm outside had finally died down, but you hadn’t moved — you didn’t want to. His arm was wrapped around you, pulling you close, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your cheek. The soft, steady beat of his heart lulled you into a deep, peaceful sleep.
When you woke up, the sun had already begun to filter through the small gaps in the window blinds, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The warmth from Osamu’s body made you realize just how cold it had gotten overnight, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you found it comforting.
You shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but you were so close, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him — his face so relaxed, the usual tension in his features replaced by something much softer. He looked... peaceful. And it made your heart flutter in a way you didn’t want to admit.
It wasn’t until you heard a sound that you realized the peace wouldn’t last long.
The unmistakable sound of a door opening followed by a voice, loud and clear: “Well, well, well. Looks like the two of you had quite the night, huh?”
You froze. Of course, Atsumu was here. And of course, he couldn’t be quiet about it.
“Atsumu...” Osamu groaned, his voice still rough with sleep as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking up at the ceiling as if trying to remember where he was. You could feel the slight shift in his posture as he realized exactly how close you were — and the fact that Atsumu had seen everything.
You tried to sit up, feeling the slight awkwardness of the moment hit you now that reality was setting in. But Osamu’s arm was still wrapped around you, holding you in place, and it wasn’t like you wanted to move away. The warmth from his body felt so natural, so comforting.
Atsumu, meanwhile, was leaning against the doorframe, his grin practically stretched from ear to ear. He raised an eyebrow, looking between you and Osamu, the knowing smirk never leaving his face. “Took you long enough, Samu,” he said, his tone teasing but with that hint of warmth behind it. “I thought you were gonna keep fighting it forever.”
Osamu groaned again, his hand moving to rub his face in embarrassment. “Shut up, Atsumu,” he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice. He was too tired, too content, to care about the teasing. “Can’t you give us a break for once?”
Atsumu chuckled, walking fully into the room and making himself at home as if this was a regular occurrence. He flopped down on a chair, still grinning. “Nah, I’m happy for you, Samu. Really, I am,” he said, his tone softening for a moment, and there was an honesty to it that made you glance up at him. “Took you a while to get your head outta your ass, but I’m glad you two figured it out.”
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and it wasn’t just from the close proximity of Osamu. The casual way Atsumu teased his brother was nothing new, but now, with the weight of last night still lingering, you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
“Shut up,” you said, your voice soft but firm, trying to hide the warmth in your cheeks. “We didn’t—”
“Oh, I know,” Atsumu cut in, his grin widening. “But, hey, I get it. I’ve been saying it for ages — you two were just too stubborn to admit it to yourselves. But I’m happy for ya. Just don’t do anything weird while I’m around, alright?”
Osamu finally sat up, stretching with a groan, still looking half-asleep. “I’m not in the mood for your crap, Atsumu,” he muttered, though the fondness in his voice was evident. It was clear, even with all the teasing, that Atsumu was more of a big brother than he let on.
You chuckled softly, the tension easing away now that the teasing wasn’t as heavy as you expected. “I’m just... glad we don’t have to hide it anymore,” you said, turning to Osamu with a shy smile. He met your gaze, his eyes softening as he squeezed your hand.
Atsumu gave a loud, exaggerated sigh, flopping back in his chair like he was exhausted from all the "emotional" work. “Well, it’s about damn time. I’ll be happy to never have to listen to you two bicker about it anymore. Seriously, you both looked like an old married couple.”
You laughed softly, unable to help it. “We weren’t that bad,” you said, glancing at Osamu with a playful smile.
“No, you were definitely that bad,” Atsumu teased, but there was something genuine in his voice as he looked at the two of you, his gaze softening. “I’m glad. You two deserve this.”
Osamu shot him a look, though it was no longer with annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Atsumu,” he said, his tone light but sincere. He turned back to you, offering a soft smile. “Let’s go get some breakfast. What do you think?”
You smiled back, nodding. “Sounds perfect.”
Atsumu watched the two of you for a moment, his smirk returning, but this time with a softer edge to it. “I’m happy for you guys,” he repeated, giving Osamu a playful nudge. “Just... don’t make me regret it, alright? Don’t turn into one of those overly mushy couples.”
Osamu gave him a half-hearted shove. “We’re not mushy,” he said, but there was no hiding the smile on his face.
You chuckled, and as you and Osamu stood up, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth in your chest, knowing that whatever had happened between you two wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was real, and even Atsumu, despite his teasing, could see that. You were finally on the same page.
And maybe, just maybe, the storm had passed.
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The air was crisp, but the warmth of the sun shining through the gathered clouds created a soft glow that made the world feel perfect, as if everything had fallen into place. Osamu stood at the altar, a mix of nervousness and excitement evident on his face. His usual confident, laid-back demeanor was replaced by a quiet anticipation, and his eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the one person he had been waiting to see — you.
The guests were seated, chatting quietly, some of them wiping away tears as they eagerly waited for the ceremony to begin. The quiet hum of conversation faded as the music changed, signaling that the moment was approaching.
Your heart pounded as you stood backstage, the weight of the dress heavy but not unwelcome. It was surreal, this feeling of being on the cusp of something so monumental. You ran your fingers along the lace of the gown, your mind racing with memories — the arguments, the teasing, the undeniable connection that had finally brought you here. Osamu was everything you’d never known you needed. And now, in this moment, as you prepared to walk down the aisle to him, everything felt like it had led up to this.
A hand gently rested on your shoulder, and you turned to see Atsumu, his smile full of pride despite the teasing he’d given Osamu in the past. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice unusually soft, a hint of emotion betraying his usual playful demeanor.
You laughed softly, the sound light but full of genuine love. “I’ve never been more sure,” you said, squeezing his hand. He looked at you, his usual sarcasm nowhere to be found, just the quiet love he had for both you and his brother shining through.
“You better not break my brother’s heart, you hear me?” he teased, but there was something almost fatherly in his tone. “If you do, I’ll have a serious talk with you about it.”
You nodded, the knot in your stomach loosening just a little. “Don’t worry. I’m in it for the long haul.”
Atsumu’s grin returned, wide and mischievous, his usual self slipping back in place. “I’ll hold you to that. Now go get him, sis.”
Your breath caught in your throat when the doors were opened. You stepped out into the light, and everything seemed to stand still. The soft music playing, the gazes of all those present focused on you, but there was only one person you saw. Osamu.
His eyes locked with yours the moment you stepped into his line of sight, and everything else faded away. The small, private smile that tugged at the corner of his lips made your heart skip a beat. He looked absolutely perfect — a little nervous, a little excited, but completely himself. And that was all you needed.
The world around you seemed to blur as you walked toward him, your steps slow and deliberate, taking in the moment, savoring the feeling of finally being here with him. His eyes never left yours, and despite all the noise around you, you could hear nothing but the beating of your heart, matching his own.
When you reached him, Osamu gently took your hand, his fingers warm against your skin. The moment your hands touched, it felt like everything had fallen into place — like the past, the present, and the future had all collided in this single moment.
“I can’t believe we’re really here,” Osamu whispered, his voice just for you. The soft smile on his face made your chest ache with love. “I’ve waited for this... for so long. I didn’t know I was waiting for you, but now that I found you, I don’t ever want to let go.”
You smiled up at him, your heart full of everything you’d never known you wanted. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
The ceremony began, but it wasn’t the words that stuck with you. It wasn’t the vows, the promises you made, or the rings that were exchanged. It was the way Osamu looked at you, the way his hand gently held yours as if you were the most precious thing in his world. And when the moment came, when the officiant finally declared you husband and wife, it felt like a dream.
Osamu’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft and tender, a kiss that spoke volumes — of love, of patience, of everything you had been through together. It wasn’t a grand, sweeping kiss, but it was perfect in its simplicity.
As he pulled back, he whispered against your lips, his voice full of emotion, “I love you.”
You smiled, the words already on your tongue. “I love you, too.”
The crowd erupted into cheers, and amidst the celebration, Osamu held you close, the warmth of his arms around you feeling like home. This was it. This was forever.
Later, as you danced together under the stars, surrounded by friends and family, you couldn’t help but smile. Everything had led to this moment, and there was no one else you would rather be with.
Atsumu joined you for the first dance, his teasing smile still present as he spun you around before walking away, leaving the two of you alone on the dance floor.
Osamu pulled you closer, swaying to the soft music, his cheek resting against yours as the world around you disappeared. “We’ve got forever now,” he whispered, and the words felt like a promise, something sacred.
“I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else,” you whispered back.
And as you danced in each other’s arms, the night faded into a beautiful memory, one you’d carry with you for the rest of your life. The storm had passed, and you were home.
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whysperingwoods · 6 months ago
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Thinking about the role of the flame in magic. When it's not available, sometimes people recommend to replace a real candle with an LED candle or some other form of light, but that is very ineffective. We need to consider the role of the flame in the context of the spell and working.
Is the flame there to be a source of energy for the practitioner? If so, an LED light will not suffice. The flame could possibly be replaced by something like a jar of water which has been shaken in a circular fashion to create a spinning motion, thereby generating its own kinetic energy. An LED light, despite drawing power, does not draw sufficient power. I also believe the sense of movement of the flame, which draws the mind to it, is a factor (which, if there is movement in water, would also service this purpose).
Is the flame there to cleanse? If so, it can be easily replaced with smoke, salt, water (in certain situations, but for newer practitioners I would opt for the other two).
Is the flame there to destroy? In this case, other methods of destruction can be substituted, such as ripping, smashing, cutting, dissolving, etc.
In some cases the flame serves multiple functions, in which case using multiple substitutions at once is necessary.
The hardest to substitute, in theory, could be when the flame serves to be itself: the element of fire. Thankfully, most of the time, we have access to the biggest flame of all: the Sun.
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spacealligator · 1 year ago
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Uzushiokagure Headcanons
I did a similar post about Kiri and a anon ask got me thinking about making one for Uzushio too! Here are some world building headcannons for Uzushiogakure:
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Geography
Uzushio is located in a place with high temperatures and high humidity
likely to be hit with tropical storms, hurricanes, monsons
scorching sun coupled with heavy rain that doesn’t appease the heat
there are no defined seasons, it’s always hot, sunny and rainy
constant singing of the cicadas as if it's always summer
the seas around Uzushio are very hard do navigate, it makes it hard to get to them
the island is located close to the forests of Fire Country coast, so they also have lush green vegetation in Uzushio
Architecture
houses have to be built to withstand recurring natural disasters
subterranean shelters for the tornados, though those also get flooded during the storms sometimes
heavy building materials like stone and concrete instead of wood for example, to withstand the storms
stone also helps with cooling the temperature inside the houses
streets are not paved in anyway to help with drainage, so it's nostly grass and dirt
circular and rounded buildings as a reference to the whirpool also help them withstand the strong winds
People (the Uzumaki Clan)
big chakra reserves, great lifeforce, a lot of energy, long lifespans
they are like that because they are so close in lineage to the Sage of Six Paths
during the warring states era the Uzumaki were known as the people close to the heavens and blessed by the gods
Uzumakis are mostly extroverts and fiery, like Naruto, Kushina and Karin, but Uzumakis like Mito and Nagato, that don’t follow most stereotypes still have that fire burning inside them, they won’t settle, they know what they want, are strongwilled, strongheaded, a bit stubborn and passionate, so really, it’s not because they aren’t loud mouths that they aren’t Uzumakis where it matters
big sense of community and family
even after the massacre of Uzushio, Uzumakis tried to flee together and stick together, building their communities and helping each other wherever they went
Religion & Spirituality
since they have so much chakra and are so close to the gods and the Sage of Six Paths, they're deeply religious people
tons of temples and shrines and little altars spread around the city for a variety of gods
there are small altars inside people's homes too
a lot of rituals bring the Uzushio people together, there are seasonal festivals, parties in honor of the gods, start of harvest season banquets, offerings, weekly meetings on the temple, there are several recurring events linked to temples and gods that make up for most of their social lives
because of that the city is always decorated for some sort of festivities, it’s always very bright and colorful, and even if someone doesn't worship that particular divinity or is not involved in that event, they will still go to the event and celebrate together
Economy
since they're so isolated from a geographical standpoint, trade is not big on the region
no merchant marine or trade routes established with other countries
very closed economy, meaning they had to become self sustained
a lot of farmers between them, since the climate and soil favors tropical vegetation
even if it’s an island, their economy doesn’t revolve around fishing only, because the Uzumakis like their meat, so they also have a lot of cattle, mainly pigs, goats and chicken
shinobi activity is what drives the city's economy
in second comes money from services linked to the temples such as talismans, exorcisms, blessings, burials and others
they are hired by different villages and people at a very expensive price because their shinobi are very skilled, and an Uzumaki shinobi is never on low demand
the money from shinobi missions are reverted to the civillians too, but in general there are no conflict between what civillians want and what shinobis want
Politics
the Uzukage is always chosen by combat, they must be the strongest shinobi in the village at any given time
democratic system of sorts, since at any time anyone can challenge the Uzukage, because they should be able to hold his own, otherwise, they weren't fit to rule the village any way
the challenge is always public, always in form of a battle and always needs to be accepted or you lose by default
there are no main families or branch members like the Hyugas have, the Uzumaki stand in equal footing with each other
but of course there are different groups and parties, with people trying to connect themselves with a poweful shinobi, hoping for them to achieve the position of Uzukage and do their wish
for example, when Uzushio alligned themselves with Konoha there were people in favor and against it, at the time Mito was the second strongest shinobi in Uzushio, so she chose to help strengthen the bond by marrying Hashirama
local politics are not based on blood or lineage, only in power and political opinions
regarding international affairs, Uzushio spent a lot of time defending themselves from attackers
it's mostly an easy thing for them, since Uzumakis are strong and the way to Uzushio is long and hard but there are always constant ruckus on the borders
Culture
people refer to others by their first name, since most of the population comes from the Uzumaki clan, and also because everybody is close and not very shy
they have great handwriting from practicing writing seals and talismans so much
wear a lot of traditional clothing due to their religious traditions
very wary of spirits and respectful of the desires of the land and its creatures
not afraid of ghosts, or the dark, or haunted houses, they are very serious about leading a life in harmony with all the forces at play, including spiritual ones
big on oral tradition and not so much on the written records because: first everybody knows stuff, knowledge sharing is common and encouraged, and second, the elders and professors would live very long, so they can teach the youth themselves, instead of writing it for posterity, and that’s why after Uzushio was attacked, a lot of knowledge was lost
a lot of nursery rhymes, lullabies, supersticions, old wives' tales and popular sayings are passed down to the new generations
they also read cards, stones, tea leaves, stars, palm lines, whatever there is to draw their luck on
big eaters, all that chakra and boundless energy means they need a lot of food to fuel themselves
their cuisine is all about abundance, a lot of protein and fat, always a big volume of food, a lot of seasoning, spices, condiments, and such, loud flavors
they don't focus on veggies, fruits and baking as much as i meat, warm dishes, broth, and of course lamen
they put a lot of meaning and importance in getting together for a meal, it's a core moment for the familiar and comunal lives
the city closes during lunch so everybody can go back home to have lunch with their families and/or friends and be together in quality time
festivals often have banquets or traditional dishes linked to them, along with competitions for the biggest eater, and Uzumaki are very competitive
they're also big in games: card games, mahjong, shogi, go, dominos, bocce, drinking games and so on
there are also games that are linked with specific festivals and times of the year
they're great drinkers because of their big chakra reserves
Shinobi World
shamanism and shinobi activities blur, priests and priestesses make for great shinobi and vice versa
most of the shinobi are sensors, even some civillians are sensors
specialized in sealing
focused on research knowledge about minor gods and yokais, that's why they have things like the reaper death seal and can summon shinigamis and spiritual beings
they hunt for yokais like goddamn pokemon, and the tailed beasts were just an extention of that
when Hashirama sealed Kurama in Mito, the sealing of tailed beasts were already under research by the Uzumakis and she was the one who volunteered for it, they just needed someone like Hashirama, the god of shinobi to activate the seal
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jensorensen · 8 months ago
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Post-election commentary has largely devolved into a circular firing squad aimed at various Democratic subgroups while ignoring the elephant in the room. I think the main question we should be asking is not "What did we do wrong?" so much as "How did something this depraved happen?" I found myself agreeing a lot with this New Republic article, which makes the case for the overwhelming dominance of right-wing media and how it sets the agenda for the national conversation.
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syllarinfirinne · 6 months ago
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I was thinking about Critical Role last night, I have been thinking about it a lot recently as I have been finally working my way through the Aeor arc of Campaign 2, and specifically about Campaign 3.
I fell off of Campaign 3 a couple times and dove back in trying to catch up before finally just saying Maybe Another Time/Maybe After Its Over around the time of them finding the Fire Titan Shard, because tbh, I got bored of the constant circular debate about defending/killing the gods, but I still think aobut it a lot because I liked the narrative Matt had built, love Exandria, and even liked Bells Hells as characters.
The reason I dont think it really clicked for me, and seemingly others, is I dont think Bells Hells is the right party for this story, and that it wouldve worked better with either all different characters, or as a shorter Epic Tier arc for Vox Machina or The Mighty Nein. Because, like, Bells Hells, at the start of their campaign is probably the party least connected to the Gods, either in a positive or negative light, especially compared to late game Vox Machina or Basically Any Point Mighty Nein.
Vox Machina had:
Grog: No connection to the Gods at the beginning of the campaign, finds some religious awakening with the Stormlord.
Keyleth: Strongly anti-organized religion at the beginning of the campaign, comes to resent the Matron of Ravens because of everything that happened with Vax.
Percy: Has a strong distaste for magic in any form, either of the arcane OR Divine persuasion, sees it as a shortcut that cheapens human ingenuity, despite that ruler of a city watched over by the Dawn Father with a respect for the Dawnfather.
Pike: Devotee of the Everlight, occasionally struggles with her devotion but one of the Everlights most ardent followers.
Scanlan: No strong connection to the Gods for most of the campaign, is smiled on by The Knowing Mistress during the Vecna arc.
Vax: His struggles with his sense of purpose push him towards religion early in the campaign and his love for his sister thrusts him into the service of the Matron of Ravens, eventually becoming her Paladin and Champion.
Vex: Defends the Dawnfathers city, but like Keyleth has a strong resentment towards the Matron for in their eyes Taking Vax.
The Mighty Nien had:
Caducius: Ardent follower of the Wildmother, helps guide Fjord towards enlightement in the Wildmothers eyes.
Caleb: After he broke mentally was broughtback to clarity by a follower of the Arch Heart.
Beau: Monk of the Cobalt Soul, and therefore a follower of The Knowing Mistress, while not overtly religious she has no problem presenting herself as a follower of the Mistress.
Fjord: Warlock of a creation of the Betrayer God Zehir who eventually finds redemption in the light of The Wildmother.
Jester: Cleric devouted to a Demi-God/Arch Fey who has a Less Than Great reputation with the Pantheon.
Nott/Veth: afaik basically no connection to the gods.
Yasha: Follower and adherent of The Stormlord, who lifted her from the brink of death and despair but challenges her in extreme and difficult ways.
I dont know, I just feel like either of those groups of characters would have had a more tangible connection to a plot related to killing the gods than a group consisting of two people who felt their prayers went unanswered, two people with no real care or connection to the gods, a cleric looking for a god, and a guy who is kinda connected to the Wildmother.
And, again, I dont think Bells Hells are a BAD adventuring party, I just think their adventuring and story shouldve maybe touched on the source of Imogens powers, but also spent serious time exploring the rest of the new characters backstories, and found another Main Plot that wasnt this.
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dreamerandthedarkhalf · 22 days ago
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I know there are many people out there who appreciate automated menus and they really are helpful if you just need some quick account information or business hours or have anxiety when talking to a real human. I know automated menus can be very quick and very easy. But I also know that one of the big reasons more and more places are trying to switch to more automation is so they don't have to pay their workers. There's a very specific portion of the population out there who believes government office workers are free-loaders and participating in fraud, waste, and abuse of tax payer dollars, so they are excited to see government workers fired, even though the services many of them provide make the lives of everyday people remarkably better. For example, I have a very quick, very simple question regarding the return of a form I was sent in the mail. But I want this question answered by a real human who might indicate if I missed something important, as the whole reason this form was sent to me was because I missed something when I originally submitted it. I want a human to verify that I understood the instructions. A REAL, LIVE HUMAN. I feel a little bit like the portion of the population who loves the idea of firing "lazy government workers" maybe doesn't realize that firing humans means no one is there to answer a phone call when you have a simple question. It also means that human is now unemployed and they absolutely HATE people who don't have "a real job" because the unemployed are a "drain on the good tax-paying people." But if you ask these people what a "real job" is and how people are supposed to stay employed when work keeps getting overtaken by generative predictive text algorithms ("AI"), they don't have an answer, other than continuous derogatory comments about "lazy free-loaders". And the increased automation isn't even helpful. It's circular. There's no guarantee it'll give me correct information. There's going to be no accountability if it tells me incorrect information, as someone can easily change what the robot says and there would never be proof I was given incorrect information. Anyway. Maybe I'm alone in my desire to have my tax dollars go to paying real human workers who get good benefits and answer the phone when I have a question. (And yes, in the hour I've been typing this, I'm still on hold).
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blueiscoool · 11 months ago
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Rome's Vestal Virgins: Protectors of The City's Sacred Flame
Chosen as young girls, the priestesses of Vesta, goddess of the hearth, swore a 30-year vow of chastity and in turn were granted rights, privileges, and power unavailable to other women in Rome.
Marcus Licinius Crassus was one of the richest and most powerful Roman citizens in the first century B.C. Yet he nearly lost it all, his life included, when he was accused of being too intimate with Licinia, a Vestal Virgin. He was brought to trial, where his true motives emerged. As the first-century historian Plutarch recounts, Licinia was the owner of “a pleasant villa in the suburbs which Crassus wished to get at a low price, and it was for this reason that he was forever hovering about the woman and paying his court to her.” When it became clear that Crassus’ wooing was motivated by avarice rather than lust, he was acquitted, saving both his and Licinia’s lives.
One of the most remarkable elements of this story is the fact that Licinia owned a villa in the first place. Unlike other women, Licinia could own property precisely because she was a Vestal Virgin. The story of her trial also reveals how that privilege came with a price: A Vestal Virgin had to abstain from sex, a sacred obligation to one of Rome’s most ancient customs that would continue until Christianity ended the cult in A.D. 394.
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FIRE GODDESS: The remains of the Temple of Vesta stand in the Roman Forum. Unlike most temples, it did not contain a central image of the goddess. It was the site of the holy fire and a repository of various sacred artifacts.
Vestal Veneration
According to Roman authors, the cult was founded by Numa Pompilius, a semi-mythical Roman king who ruled around 715 to 673 B.C. Unlike most Roman religious cults, worship of Vesta was run by women. The hearth was sacred to this goddess, one of Rome’s three major virgin goddesses (the other two being Minerva and Diana). The rites surrounding the Vestals remained relatively fixed from the time of the Roman Republic through the fourth century A.D.
Six virgin priestesses were dedicated to Vesta as full-time officiates who lived in their own residence, the Atrium Vestae in the Roman Forum. The Vestals’ long tradition gave Romans a reassuring thread of continuity and may explain the Temple of Vesta’s traditional circular form, a style associated with rustic huts in the city’s deep past.
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KEEP THE FIRE The Vestal Virgins tend the sacred fire of Vesta, on whose protection Rome depends. 17th-century oil painting by Ciro Ferri, Galleria Spada, Rome
This place of worship, which lay alongside the Atrium, was where the priestesses tended the goddess’s sacred fire. Once a year, in March, they relit the fire and then ensured it remained burning for the next year. Their task was serious as the fire was tied to the fortunes of their city, and neglect would bring disaster to Rome.
To become a Vestal was the luck of the draw. Captio, the process whereby the girls were selected to leave their families and become priestesses, is also the Latin word for “capture”—a telling turn of phrase that evokes the kidnapping of women for brides that took place in archaic Rome. Records from 65 B.C. show that a list of potential Vestals was drawn up by the Pontifex Maximus, Rome’s supreme religious authority. Candidates had to be girls between the ages of six and 10, born to patrician parents, and free from mental and physical defects. Final candidates were then publicly selected by lot. Once initiated, they were sworn to Vesta’s service for 30 years.
On being selected, their life was spent at the Atrium Vestae in a surrogate family, presided over by older Vestals. In addition to room and board, they were entitled to their own bodyguard of lictors. For the first 10 years they were initiates, taught by the older priestesses. Then they became priestesses for a decade before taking on the mentoring duties of the initiates for the last 10 years of their service.
Training the Novices
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"The School of the Vestal Virgins" 19th-century colorized engraving by L. Hector Leroux.
After lots were drawn from the list of young girls who could serve Vesta, initiates were brought to the Atrium Vestae, where their training would begin. The training was overseen by the chief priestess, the Vestalis Maxima, who came under the authority of the Pontifex Maximus. The first 10 years were spent training for their duties. They would spend the second decade actively administering rites, and the final 10 were spent training novices. The chastity of the priestesses was a reflection of the health of Rome itself. Although spilling a virgin’s blood to kill her was a sin, this did not preclude the infliction of harsh corporal punishment. First-century historian Plutarch writes: “If these Vestals commit any minor fault, they are punishable by the high-priest only, who scourges the offender.”
Public monies and donations to the order funded the cult and the priestesses. In Rome religion and government were tightly intertwined. The organization of the state closely mirrored that of the basic Roman institution: the family. The center of life of the Roman home, or domus, was the hearth, tended by the matriarch for the good of her family and husband. In the same way, the Vestals tended Vesta’s flame for the good of the state.
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A silver denarius, also from the second century B.C., bears a representation of the circular Temple of Vesta.
Unlike other Roman women, Vestals enjoyed certain privileges: In addition to being able to own property and enjoying certain tax exemptions, Vestals were emancipated from their family’s patria potestas, patriarchal power. They could make their own wills and give evidence in a court of law without being obliged to swear an oath.
Thirty Years of Chastity
These rights came at a high price: 30 years of enforced chastity. Many historians believe that the health of the state was tied to the virtue of its women; because the Vestals’ purity was both highly visible and holy, penalties for a Vestal breaking her vow of chastity were draconian. As it was forbidden to shed a Vestal Virgin’s blood, the method of execution was immuration: being bricked up in a chamber and left to starve to death. Punishment for her sexual partner was just as brutal: death by whipping. Throughout Roman history, instances are cited of these grim sentences being passed.
Jealousy or malice made the women vulnerable to false accusations. One story, celebrated by several Roman writers, concerns the miracle of the Vestal Virgin Tuccia, who was falsely accused of being unchaste. According to tradition, Tuccia beseeched Vesta for help and miraculously proved her innocence by carrying a sieve full of water from the Tiber.
Allegations of crimes against the Vestals’ chastity sometimes went to the top of the social order. The flamboyantly eccentric, third-century emperor Elagabalus actually married a serving Vestal Virgin. It is a sign of the enduring symbolic importance of the cult that this heresy was one major factor that led to his deposal and murder.
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The Vestal Tuccia, falsey accused of breaking her chastity vow, is saved by the intervention of Vesta, who enables her to carry water in a sieve from the Tiber back to the temple. 17th-century painting by Giovanni Battista Beinaschi.
Vestal Vestments
The ceremonial dress of Vestals highlights their dual, and somewhat contradictory, embodiment of both the maternal and the chaste. Physical appearance was an integral part of their role, making them stand out as different from other women, but also echoing physical traits of conventional women.
Dressed in white, the color of purity, the Vestal Virgins wore stola, long gowns worn by Roman matrons. Hair and headdresses played an important symbolic function. The Vestal hairstyle is described in Roman sources using an ancient Latin phrase, the seni crines. Historians cautiously agree it means “sixbraids,” and is mentioned as the coiffure of both Vestal Virgins and brides. A Vestal wore the suffibulum, a short, white cloth similar to a bride’s veil, kept in place with a brooch, the fibula. Around their heads they wore a headband, the infula, which was associated with Roman matrons.
Daily rites for Vestals were often centered around the temple. Most important was maintaining the holy fire. If the fire went out, the attending Vestals would be suspected not only of neglect but also of licentiousness, since it was believed impurity in a Vestal’s relations would cause a fire to go out. Other typical duties included the purification of the temple with water, which had to be drawn from a running stream. In readiness for the numerous festivals that required their attendance, the priestesses were required to bake salsa mola, a cake of meal and salt that was sprinkled on the horns of sacrificed animals. Important religious festivals included the Vestalia, dedicated to their goddess, Vesta, and the Lupercalia, which highlights the contradictory role of the Vestal Virgins, as it was closely associated with fertility.
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A representation of a Vestal Virgin.
A Roman Tradition
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A bust of Numa Pompilius from the Villa Albani Museum in Rome, believed to have been sculpted in the Roman Imperial Period.
Romans believed the cult of the Vestal Virgins was instituted under the eighth-century B.C. king Numa Pompilius, the successor of Rome’s founder, Romulus. First-century A.D. historian Plutarch wrote that Numa may have “considered the nature of fire to be pure and uncorrupted and so entrusted it to uncontaminated and undefiled bodies.“ Numa is credited by Livy, in his History of Rome, with formalizing other key Roman cults, including those of Jupiter and Mars. Many historians believe Numa was legendary, and that the worship of Vesta and other cults developed slowly out of pre-Roman customs, perhaps dating back to the older Etruscan culture that dominated Italy before the rise of Rome.
In the innermost part of their temple, the priestesses looked after their secret talismans. Among these objects was the sacred phallus, the fascinus, the representation of a minor god of the same name. The fascinus (the root of the word “fascinate”) is closely bound with magic and fertility. It was also in this part of the temple that they probably kept the palladium, the statue of Pallas Athena that the legendary founder of Rome, Aeneas, brought to Italy after the destruction of Troy, his home city—another aspect of the Vestal cult that tied Rome’s origins into an ennobling and ancient tradition.
Romans regarded these priestesses with a sense of awe. Plutarch points out “they were also keepers of other divine secrets, concealed from all but themselves.” It was believed they possessed magical powers: If anybody condemned to death saw a Vestal on his way to being executed, he was to be freed, so long as it could be proven the meeting was not by design. Vestals, it was said, could stop a runaway slave in his tracks.
The privileged position of the Vestal Virgins in Roman society survived for more than a thousand years, passing through Rome’s changing systems of monarchy, republic, and empire. The cult would not, however, survive Christianity. In A.D. 394 Theodosius closed the House of the Vestals forever, freeing the virgins from their obligations, but also removing their privileges.
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VIEW OF THE VESTAThe ruins of the Atrium Vestae stand in the Roman Forum. The rectangular pools formed a part of the complex’s long, central patio. To the right of the Atrium are the remains of the Temple of Vesta, and behind the wall are the three remaining columns of the Temple of Castor and Pollux.
Even as their flame was extinguished, aspects of the cult may have passed into the new faith as it swept through the Mediterranean. Just as the position of the Pontifex Maximus lived on in the papal title “pontiff,” young women in the early years of Roman Christianity embraced virginity and celibacy in their desire to be “eunuchs for the love of heaven.” Scholars believe the role of the Christian nun was inspired, in part, by the chaste figures who dutifully tended the holy flame of Vesta.
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aimeedaisies · 6 months ago
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Court Circular | 16th January 2025
St James’s Palace
The Princess Royal this morning visited the Fire Service College, London Road, Moreton-in-Marsh, to mark its Fiftieth Anniversary and was received by Mr Oliver Christie (Deputy Lieutenant of Gloucestershire).
Her Royal Highness this afternoon visited Wings for Warriors at Gloucestershire Airport Training Facility, Staverton, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Gloucestershire (Mr Edward Gillespie).
The Princess Royal, Patron, English Rural Housing Association, later opened a new development at the Sunground, Woodstock Lane, Avening, and was received by Mrs Jane Jenner-Fust (Deputy Lieutenant of Gloucestershire).
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not-today-flah · 5 months ago
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How you meet pt. 3
Lydia
Everything is too much right now. You just had to fight a dragon, absorbed its soul somehow, got yelled at from old monks on top of a mountain, and now everyone is calling you ‘the Dragonborn’. Your head is still reeling from it all as Jarl Balgruuf announces that you’re the new thane of Whiterun. You’re rendered speechless. A thane, like a hero? So many new titles, so many new expectations. “I’ve appointed Lydia to be your new housecarl…” Balgruuf’s voice fades to white noise. Your mind continues to race, anxiety taking hold in your chest. You make out some kind of dismissal from the Jarl, and you immediately start making your way out of Dragonsreach. You needed some air. The doors gets closer and closer until a firm hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks. You almost jump out your skin and turn to face a tall nord woman. “The Jarl appointed me to be your new housecarl.” She gives a tight lipped smile, until she notices the turmoil on your face. Her grip on your shoulder softens and her smile turns softer and more genuine, “It’s an honour to serve you my thane.”
Teldryn Sero
After a long day of trying to figure out who this Mirrak guy is, you decide to take a break and get something to eat. A drink sounds nice too. Walking around Solstheim was brutal on your legs and lungs. You dust off as much ash from your clothes as you can before opening the tavern doors. The smell of food instantly reaches your nose, and you can hear your stomach growl worse than any beast you’ve faced. You hurry down the stairs and order the best sounding food on the menu. Once you get your plate you scan the room for a quiet place to sit, finding none, you head back up the stairs. It’s much quieter up here and you spot a few empty seats by the fireplace. As you make your way there a man in chitin armour catches your attention. He clears his throat, “The best swordsman in all Morrowind is at your service… for the right price.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the clearly rehearsed line. You pay him no mind and sit down at a table. As you’re eating you start thinking about Mirrak and the monsters that littered Solstheim, and how could you forget about the ash. You glance back at the chitin clad man, you needed a guide. You turn in your seat, “You’re hired!”
Serana
You stared second guessing if the Dawnguard was a good idea when you came across the decimated Hall of Vigilants. Even more so when you got into the crypt and Tolan was dead after a last stand against the vampires. Now you’re watching as what seems to be the leader of the group kill another Vigilant. You frown at the scene, but keep your distance and keep watching. They walk onto the giant circular platform in the middle of the cavern. You notch an arrow and fire straight into the head of the lead vampire, and watch as after a second his head bursts into flames. You had gotten way better at enchanting things. You did the same for the other two that lingered. You make your way to the platform, and loot the corpses of your victims before focusing on a pedestal in the dead middle of the platform. You look around to see if that’s all there is to it, a big ominous button. You shrug when you see nothing else and full palm press the button. Searing pain shoots through your hand as a blade pierces through it and retracts as soon as it came. You curse loudly as you use a healing spell. You look around and now there’s a glowing purple puzzle to solve. It takes a good fifteen to twenty minutes it finally push all of the stone pedestals into place. The floors shook with movement and the pedestal in the middle rises, revealing a sarcophagus. You brace yourself to fight as you open it. You expect a draugr or a skeleton, but instead a beautiful woman stumbles out. You instinctively flinch to catch her, but stop yourself as you’re still wary. She stands up, “Unh… Where is… Who sent you here?”
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ashtarels-archives · 2 years ago
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Cathedral of Eternal Night: Lost Sanctum of the Sisterhood of Elune
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Cathedral of Eternal Night, perhaps called "Azshal'adora" in Darnassian.
These were the uppermost chambers of the Temple of Elune, now known as the Tomb of Sargeras. The corrupting emerald fires of fel magic slowly creep through the entrance of these once hallowed halls, but remnants of the Sisterhood's former glory still endure further into the Cathedral.
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Hall of the Moon:
When traversing the dungeon, there are rooms to the side of the main path that may be opened and fully explored. These circular spaces contain what could be old moonwells, outlined with pillows and embraced by floating flowers overhead. These were likely places of meditation or communion with Elune, but I could also imagine these pools being used for healing, cleansing, scrying, stargazing, etc.
Perhaps a coincidence, but when inspected closer, these flowers have eight main petals; similar to how there are eight notable phases of the moon. (I wonder if eight is considered a lucky or holy number in Kaldorei society?)
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Windows of stained glass adorn the walls and the ceilings here, filigree and diamond-shaped motifs (like the Tears of Elune) being repeated in the lower levels of the temple as well. Despite this being an indoor place of worship, it's clear that keeping moonlight visible/sensed was important in the Cathedral. In some rooms, it appears that the moonlight from outside shines directly into the pools, perhaps imbuing them with lunar blessings. This could have also just been a way for priests of Elune to feel closer to Her even when inside.
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Countless scrolls and bookshelves can be found in all rooms, many of them housing a plethora of desks. Eerily, some still have an open scroll or book laying atop their surface with bookmarks in place, untouched by the sands of time.
I'm curious as to what texts are hidden here, but I suppose there's a few obvious things that come to mind. They could be prayers the Sisters were trying to commit to memory, songs of the Elunarian faith, stories/legends about the Well of Eternity, sacred texts of the Goddess, students' notes/textbooks, and more; as this could have also been a place of learning for newer inductions into the Sisterhood as well.
Perhaps the writings in this repository could make for interesting RP adventures in retrieving old texts, relics, lore about ancient Kalimdor, or attempts at discerning old Elunarian spellwork, prayers, stories, etc!
The small tabletop game on the right also caught my eye. Pieces of arcane crystal float above the board, maybe an old version of Kaldorei/Highborne chess.
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Another detail in some of these areas are the looms resting to the side of the moon-pools: this could have been a place where mooncloth or holy vestments were created or blessed, as evidenced by one of the sub-zones here being called "Sacristy of Elune." A sacristy is a place where "a priest prepares for a service, and where vestments and other things of worship are kept."
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Chapel of Tranquil Song:
An easily missed side-room leading up the first set of stairs is the Chapel of Tranquil Song. It is a small church with two sets of pews, and a fallen crescent-harp. This room further reinforces the idea that music and song have been a prominent aspect of Elune worship, and I think this could be an interesting take on healing in RP as well. Calming singing and instruments like the harp could possibly help heal wounds alongside the lunar magic of the Goddess, akin to an Elunarian bard.
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The Twilight Grove:
The next level of the Cathedral is called "Twilight Grove," a large platform housing ethereal flowers that glow like stars with a font of moonlight (almost like a silver lake) pouring in through the ceiling. Agronox's dungeon journal entry describes these as the "Hanging Gardens," which he once tended to before his fall to corruption. I find it interesting that these plants seem to flourish hanging upside down, rather than growing on the ground level. Some petals and leaves also seem to be translucent, reminiscent of a spirit or the like.
I am unsure what these herbs are exactly, but perhaps they are specifically nourished by moonlight. Maybe priests of Elune utilize celestial herbs of some kind that bolster the magic granted by the Goddess, grant visions/spiritual boons, or emanate a calming aura in places of worship. It could also be that mundane herbs may be grown near a moonwell or a font like this one, and with time are imbued by Elune's blessings.
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Chapel of the Sentinels:
This chapel is yet another Legion reference to a group called the Sentinels existing before the War of the Ancients. The others mentioned are in Tel'anor (resting place of WotA heroes) upon the plaques of the Windstrikers and Latara Feathersong.
Windstrikers: "Marksmen without peer, their skill with a bow was an inspiration to generations of archers. Their family developed the gauntlets the Sentinels wear, carefully articulated mail links that empower our archers to this day."
Latara: "Here lies Latara Feathersong. A huntress of the Sentinels, she led the vanguard in many campaigns. Her bravery and compassion were endless."
Maybe this order existed before the Sundering, with special places reserved for them like this chapel, and was simply revived in name by Tyrande Whisperwind a few centuries later.
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The Emerald Archives:
A grand library containing innumerable books of all categories, it seems that these archives contained Highborne enchantments as well. Before the Sundering, there may have been an emphasis on Priestesses being educated/learned in many different areas of study, including knowledge of the arcane. These are the books we see from Thrashbite's dungeon journal entry:
Satirical Animated Book: an animated tome overflowing with stifingly satirical writing. As the tomes open, all sound is magically absorbed into the ancient pages, silencing all players for 5 seconds.
Fictional Animated Book: An ancient work of fiction springs to life, the magical runes leaping from the page to fetter would-be readers. Slows all players.
Biographical Animated Book: Account of a long-forgotten sorcerer's life can prove to be dangerously beguiling. Entrancing narrative charms a random player, but breaks if their health goes below 30%.
All of these fire arcane bolts at the party. Books as weapons in mage RP is something I'd never thought about, but makes so much sense!
There is an achievement for this boss fight called "Steamy Romance Saga," implying that even erotica could have also been kept in the library.
A mural to the left of the Emerald Archives depicts a Kaldorei woman bearing a shield (likely the Aegis of Aggramar that was kept here prior to the Sundering) and a spherical protection spell against green flames from what appears to be a dragon.
The way leading to the next area is called "Path of Illumination."
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Chapel of Tears:
Another side-room on the way up the winding staircase is named the Chapel of Tears. This could have been a place of safekeeping for the Pillar of Creation: Tears of Elune, or a chapel of mourning. Somehow, a fel-infused Fal'dorei (nightborne spider) has made a nest here.
Other references to Elune's tears:
Tearstone of Elune
The Sisters' Tear
Mu'sha's Tears
Tears of the Goddess
Elune's Tear
Tears of the Moon
In any case, references to tears of Elune crop up all over Azeroth, most of which possess some kind of restorative/cleansing/life-giving powers. I believe that while the tears could certainly represent sadness of the Goddess, they could also represent tears of happiness, as the Pillar of Creation is described to "embody the dream of what Azeroth could be," and maybe the strong healing magic imparted by them is rooted in hope. I feel that Elune's connection to water could also be another avenue for RP, perhaps harnessing rejuvenating aquatic magic alongside the lunar blessings of Elune.
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Sacristy of Elune:
The pinnacle of the Cathedral is known as the Sacristy of Elune, with areas of now-empty shelves and pillaged chests. The stained glass has been turned a fel-green, broken open and shattered onto the floor. The name suggests that this was once a place where sacred items were kept, such as vestments, furnishings, sacred vessels, and Elunarian records.
Given the ancient origin of the Cathedral, this could have been a prominent place that mooncloth was created: "Tailors tell that the first recipe for mooncloth was scribed by Elune herself." It is unknown if a tailor must use felcloth and purify it in a moonwell to eventually create mooncloth, or if any cloth can be used with the proper rituals/spells/blessings.
Hope you found this interesting, thanks for reading!
"Andu’lun-adala-ande’nar." (May the moon light your way.)
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Top Cultural Differences About Driving Newcomers Notice in Canada
Driving in Canada can be a unique experience for newcomers, especially if they come from countries with different driving cultures. Here are some of the key cultural differences about driving in Canada that newcomers often notice when they first hit the road.
1. Strict Adherence to Traffic Laws
What Newcomers Notice: Canada is known for its strict enforcement of traffic laws. Whether it's speed limits, seat belt usage, or pedestrian rights, drivers must obey the rules carefully.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, there might be more leniency in how traffic laws are enforced. However, in Canada, police regularly monitor for violations, and fines can be hefty for not complying with the rules.
2. Winter Driving and Road Safety
What Newcomers Notice: Canadian winters are notorious for harsh driving conditions like snow, ice, and freezing rain. Many drivers use winter tires from November to April, and roads are often plowed frequently.
Why It’s Different: In warmer countries, winter driving may not be a concern. Newcomers from tropical or milder climates may need time to adjust to winter road conditions and the importance of maintaining safe distances in snowy or icy weather.
3. Pedestrian Priority
What Newcomers Notice: Pedestrian safety is a high priority in Canada, and drivers are expected to yield to pedestrians at crosswalks. In busy urban areas, you’ll notice pedestrian signals and crosswalks that drivers must respect.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, pedestrian rights at crosswalks might not be as strictly enforced, or pedestrians may not have designated crosswalks as frequently. Newcomers may be surprised at how quickly Canadian drivers stop for pedestrians.
4. The Use of Turn Signals
What Newcomers Notice: In Canada, using turn signals is not just a recommendation—it's a legal requirement. Whether you're changing lanes, turning, or merging, signaling your intentions is expected at all times.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, the use of turn signals might not be as consistent, and drivers may change lanes or turn without signaling. This is often a cultural habit that takes time for newcomers to adopt.
5. Roundabouts and Traffic Circles
What Newcomers Notice: Roundabouts or traffic circles are commonly found in Canadian cities, and many new drivers find them confusing at first. Understanding the right-of-way and the rules for entering and exiting these circular intersections is crucial.
Why It’s Different: Roundabouts might be less common or structured differently in other countries. In countries with heavy traffic, traffic signals or stop signs might govern intersections more frequently.
6. Drive-Thru Culture
What Newcomers Notice: Canada has a popular drive-thru culture for everything from fast food and coffee to banking services and pharmacies. The convenience of staying in your vehicle is part of Canadian life.
Why It’s Different: In many countries, drive-thru services are less common, and people are accustomed to walking into stores or businesses for services. This level of convenience may be a novel experience for newcomers.
7. Highway Driving Etiquette
What Newcomers Notice: On highways and interprovincial roads, Canadian drivers typically follow a keep-right rule unless they are overtaking another vehicle. It's also common for drivers to yield to faster-moving traffic on highways, ensuring smoother travel.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, lanes may be less strictly regulated, and overtaking might not follow a specific rule. In contrast, Canada emphasizes orderliness in high-traffic zones, and lane discipline is a significant cultural norm.
8. The Importance of Emergency Vehicle Right-of-Way
What Newcomers Notice: In Canada, when an emergency vehicle (like an ambulance, fire truck, or police car) approaches with sirens on, drivers are legally required to pull over to the right and stop, allowing the vehicle to pass quickly.
Why It’s Different: In many countries, drivers may not be as quick to yield to emergency vehicles, and emergency vehicles may not have the same priority in traffic. In Canada, this is a critical safety rule that's closely adhered to.
9. The Dangers of Distracted Driving
What Newcomers Notice: Canada has strict distracted driving laws, including fines for using cell phones while driving unless hands-free devices are used. This includes texting, calling, or even holding a phone while driving.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, there may be less enforcement of distracted driving laws, or the use of phones might be more common. In Canada, however, the penalties are severe, and the importance of focusing on the road is a central value.
10. Driving Age and Licensing Process
What Newcomers Notice: The gradual licensing system (such as G1, G2, and G) is standard in Canada. Newcomers may also notice that obtaining a driver’s license involves more steps, including written exams, driving tests, and sometimes a graduated license period.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, the licensing process may be more straightforward, with fewer steps or less time between stages of licensing. Canada’s focus on road safety leads to a longer, more thorough process.
11. The Emphasis on Seat Belts
What Newcomers Notice: In Canada, it’s mandatory for everyone in the vehicle—both the driver and passengers—to wear seat belts at all times, regardless of where they sit in the car.
Why It’s Different: In some countries, seat belt usage might not be as rigorously enforced, or there may be fewer regulations around seat belt laws for rear-seat passengers. Guide your teen's journey with help from licenseprep.ca.
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Glock Pistols Series (Tribute to Gaston Glock)
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Just remastered some old works of the Glock Pistol Series as a tribute to the late Gaston Glock, the inventor of the Glock Pistol that has significantly contributed to the firearms industry since 1982. Rest in peace, sir. Your legacy will remain in our hearts, and your contribution to the firearms industry, especially pistols in Late 20th Century. Sorry For Late Tribute Post. I Need to Find the Best Glock Model for this Tribute and Improving the Existing Models Thank you @exzentra-reblog @coffee-cc-finds @bdangkingfish @evgenyesipov1999 @sparkiekong @helenofsimblr @igglemouse
Known for its distinct shape like a box, Glock emphasizes its tradition of perfection in almost every design they issue. The journey began in 1982 when Glock Ges.mbH introduced their 17th patent, which would later be known as the Glock 17. It is a 9mm-chambered pistol that would change the mindset of the sidearm industry. Although not the first polymer-made pistol (the first was an HK VP70), it offered the value of a lightweight, high-capacity magazine pistol. The Glock 17 entered the US market in 1986. Despite initial rejection by both Glock and the US Military as a replacement for the 1911, Glock started to capture the attention of American police departments (PDs).
By 1987, it began to be adopted by police departments, with others following suit in issuing Glocks as their standard sidearm. The key to Glock's success in police departments lies in its affordable price, ease of maintenance, numerous interchangeable parts, and, of course, the double-trigger system. Although it may be challenging to execute a follow-up shot quickly, it ensures safety when the pistol is not in use. Additionally, this sidearm is popular for deployment alongside the Secret Service.
In this case, VVE covers some of the Glock series to the SimVerse usage, like :
Standard
Standards Glocks are full-sized pistols that are designed for duty and home defense use. Barrel lengths are 4.49 inches and 4.61 inches depending on caliber. Standard-sized Glocks are some of the most commonly sold pistols and strike the right balance between size, weight, and controllability.
Glock 17
The Glock 17 is the original 9×19mm Parabellum model, with a standard magazine capacity of 17 rounds, introduced in 1982. Glock also offers a version of the standard magazine which incorporates a longer "+2" base plate to provide a capacity of 19 rounds. Also, a 10-round version of the standard magazine was created for markets that restrict the magazine capacity of handguns. And, Glock offers an extended 24 round (with flush base plate) magazine for the Glock 17. Finally, the Glock 17 can use the Glock 18's extended 33 round (with +2 base plate) magazine. The base plates for the extended magazines can be swapped out to create 26 and 31 round magazines as well
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Glock 22
Also a standard-barrel version, but in this case, with a silver sliding) in Reality this is Just A Glock 17 Chambered with 40 Smith & Wesson for Better Punch. Perfect Pistol For FBI And Law Enforcement who looking better Punch but Maintain Controllability.
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GLOCK 18
The Glock 18 is a Select Version variant of the Glock 17, designed for the Austrian counter-terrorist unit EKO Cobra. Introduced in 1986, it features a selective-fire option, allowing both fully automatic (1,100–1,200 RPM) and semi-automatic firing modes. The circular selector switch on the rear left side of the slide controls the firing mode. The pistol is often equipped with a 33-round magazine and can be used with or without a shoulder stock for added stability. This Particular Model is First Production of Glock 18 which marked by Extended Barrel and Lack of Compensator to Reduce the Recoil.
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GLOCK 18C
The Improved Model Of Glock 18. The compensator cuts start about halfway back on the top of the barrel. The two rear cuts are narrower than the two front cuts. The slide is hollowed, or dished-out, in a rectangular pattern between the rear of the ejection port and the rear sight. The rate of fire in fully automatic mode is around 1,100–1,200 rounds per minute. Most of the other characteristics are equivalent to the Glock 17, although the slide, frame, and certain fire-control parts of the Glock 18 are not interchangeable with other Glock models.
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Compact
Compact is a relative term. These Glocks are still somewhat large with barrel lengths of 4.02 inches and grips that fill your hand. The slightly shorter grip and barrel length allow them to be easier to conceal and more comfortable to carry while maintaining control over the gun. That being said, this is the most popular category of the Glock sizes.
GLOCK 19
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The Glock 19 is effectively a reduced-size Glock 17, called the "Compact" by the manufacturer. It was first produced in 1988, primarily for military and law enforcement. The Glock 19's barrel and pistol grip are shorter by about 12 mm (0.5 in) than the Glock 17, and it uses a magazine with a standard capacity of 15 rounds. A 10 round version of this magazine is also made for markets that restrict the magazine capacity of handguns. And, a "+2" base plate can make the standard magazine into a longer 17 round magazine. The pistol is also compatible with any magazines designed for the Glock 17 and Glock 18, providing factory magazine capacities of 17, 19, 24 and 33. Changing out base plates adds capacities of 26 or 31 rounds.
Subcompact
Subcompact Glocks are designed to be concealed carry weapons and backup guns. These guns sport ultra-short frames, and barrel lengths vary between 3.43 inches and 3.78 inches depending on caliber. These guns are straightforward to carry and conceal in almost any way you want.
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The Glock 26, a 9×19mm "subcompact" variant designed for concealed carry, was introduced in 1995, primarily for the civilian market. It has also been acquired by the US military and designated MK 26. Featuring a smaller frame compared to the Glock 19, the pistol grip supports only two fingers, and it has a shorter barrel and slide, along with a double-stack magazine with a standard capacity of 10 rounds. A factory magazine with a +2 extension gives it a capacity of 12 rounds. Additionally, the Glock 26 can use factory magazines from the Glock 17, Glock 18, and Glock 19. One can swap out base plates to give it capacities of 15, 17, 19, 24, 26, 31, and 33 rounds. More than simply a "shortened" Glock 19, the design of the subcompact Glock 26 required extensive rework of the frame, locking block, and spring assembly, which features a dual recoil spring.
Competition & Long Slide
By bigger than full-size, we are talking about guns mostly made for competition shooting. They have standard sized frames but longer slides and barrels. The longer slide and barrel gives a longer sight radius and a higher velocity, as well as less recoil and muzzle flip.
GLOCK 34
The Glock 34 is a competition version of the Glock 17. It is similar to its predecessor, the Glock 17L, but with a slightly shorter slide and barrel, to meet the maximum size requirements for many sanctioned action pistol sporting events. It was developed and produced in 1998, and compared to the Glock 17, features a 21 mm (0.8 in) longer barrel and slide. It has an extended magazine release, extended slide stop lever, 20 N trigger pull, and an adjustable rear sight. The sides at the front of the slide are slanted instead of squared. Further, the top of the slide and parts of its inside are milled out, creating a conspicuous hole at the top designed to reduce front-end muzzle weight to better balance the pistol and reduce the overall weight of the slide. The Glock 34 can accept any magazine the Glock 17 can accept.
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