Trying to figure out how to put this headcanon into words. Bear with me for a second.
I think if someone called Bob pretty/beautiful/gorgeous he would be very flattered but he'd also be kind of a mix of smug and coy about it. Like of course he appreciates the compliment and it makes him feel all nice but he knows he's pretty.
However! I think if he got called handsome he would be very flustered and taken aback by it. For whatever reason that one just gets to him differently.
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don't let my tits distract u from the fact that i'm not ok in the head
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you're sat in sukuna's lap, bum seated on his right leg, legs dangling off his left. his right arm is wrapped around your waist, letting you play with his hand.
"kuna."
"yeah?"
"why do you wear rings?" you ask, hands fiddling with sukuna's right-hand, tips of your fingers tapping on the rings on his fingers. he looks at you, yawning before staring— "iunno. i like 'em i guess. it's like askin' ya why you wear bracelets—"
you perk your head up to his, legs wiggling in his lap. "i wear them 'cause they cute." you smile, and he just stares— blinks twice, then grins, his hand reaching on the table to set down the blunt in his hand (after taking one last hit), he then grabs onto the pink robe he had gotten for you.
"so why ya think i wear rings?" you giggle as he slids his hand up your thigh, tickling you.
" 'cause theyyyy,, cute?—" you pout when he rolls his eyes, shaking his head then licking at his lip piercing— " nah, it's cause you like 'em."
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thinkin abt how you just cling to your stepbrother!satoru. it doesn’t matter if his girlfriend is around or that his peers find your infatuation with him strange. — you love him.
satoru knows he should tell you off about how it’s not okay for you to kiss him on the lips or prance around the house in just a t-shirt that barely covers your ass, but he doesn’t.
When his girlfriend told him how you shouldn’t act that way towards him, he shrugs it off and tells her that you grew up without a brother so you think its normal; thats a lie and he knows it.
satoru is the reason why, you act like this now. he is just as twisted as you are. he won’t admit it because well, he doesn’t care too.
how is it his fault that his sweet little sister relies on him for love? something she should be finding in a romantic lover, not him. he tried, he really did. but fuck, how could he not corrupt you, especially when you would look at him with those sweet puppy dog eyes.
fast forward to 2 months later after the conversation with his girlfriend, he should feel guilty about how he lied to his partner, but he doesn’t not when he has you drooling on his cock like this; spit smeared all over your pretty little face, your eyes are wide and glossed over and hair all over the place.
the sight before him is enough evidence for satan himself to sentence satoru too hell. he shouldn’t be in your room let alone seated on your baby pink bed sheet fucking your throat like this. no, not at all.
“fuck me, you are one dirty little girl.” he groans out as he taps the tip of his dick on your cheek. you say nothing, pulling at his leg signaling him to hurry up.
he lets out a laugh, “such a greedy little thing.” he picks you up off the floor and seats you on his lap, his cock slotted in between your folds; your hands fall against his shoulders, gripping his tshirt. “toru , p-please”
“be patient puppy, can you do that for me?” he asks, you nod your head in agreement. he positions his self perfectly against your slit, he begins rocking your hips back and forth so that the head of his cock catches your clit. you try to silence your cries, but you can’t not when it feels this good.
“oh my-my god.” you fall forward, chest pressed up against his panting in his ear. “yeah? it feels good, doesn’t it?” his hand comes down leaving a harsh smack against your ass.
you say nothing, arms wrapped tightly around your brothers shoulders with your eyes shut tight, trying to focus on your release. “gonna, m’ gonna cum toru” just as you tell him, he is slowing down your hips and pulling away “th-that is’nt fair” you whine, you try grinding against him again but he has a iron grip on your hips making you unable to move.
“play nice doll, i will give you what you want. i promise” he has a whicked grin plastered on his face, he tlits his head and brushes a strand of hair behind your shoulder, leaning down and sucking a big deep red hickey on your shoulder blade, you gasp as he is pulling away “but you have to let me stick the tip in.”
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