#when do i get to shake people and scream
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Its literally maddening. I can barely walk or sit anymore because of long covid and yall still wanna call yourself leftists while pretending nothing is going on
#maddening#its been a nightmarish cognitive dissonance for 2 years and a half#i cant work anymore i cant cook or clean or make my bed#taking a shower is a once a week event and only if im doing okay#my mobility is so deeply reduced im trapped indoors#all because of one (1) covid infection#when do i get to shake people and scream#all of that bc people wanted to party for christmas#condemning me to a life of no party ever again#i cant even hate people its too many people to hate#just bitching#had to abandon the research project i worked so hard to put in place because i cant even fucking sit at a table anymore#im angry#anger doesnt even begin to cover it#im scared mostly
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why arenât there more concepts around the overlord being absolutely terrifying. horror-movie level eldritch being. the embodiment of DARKNESS and EVIL ITSELF should be a terrifying entity not only psychologically but also physically
#the overlord is. so interesting to me.#I want them to be this specific brand of terrifying#which I mean. like I say this as if I donât want that of half the ninjago villains#kinda being fed finally with people making nadakhan scary which Iâve been wanting since I discovered that bitch can shapeshift#thank you bbnb and the sham#but any shapeshifter in ninjago should be fucking scary#all the oni? should be terrifying including mystake#ALSO THE GHOSTS MORE SCARY S5 ART#anyways I lost my train of thought the overlord should and could be so scary#shakes them around I need. to hyperfixate on them#someone hit me over the head with season 2 3 and crystalized#anyways#Iâm gonna. do stuff eventually iâm about to leave for work but when I get free timeâŠâŠ..#the overlord#Ninjago#lego ninjago#spinjitsu screams
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Genuinely, I wonder if my fear of being seen as annoying by commissioning oc x canon is silly or not.
I always get so actually worried that the person I'm commissioning will think I'm weird or if it's an artist who's in the fandom with me I get all worried they probably already draw a lot of oc x canon of the character i like and maybe they're tired of it
How many times can one artist draw Wally Darling kissing a bunch of different ocs before they hate it? Dksjfjkskdjd
#text post#just rambling#IM JUST SCREAMING INTO THE VOID DONT MIND ME!!!!!#like please please i kno im cringe but i just want more art of them...holding hands#aaughfjfjsodidkbfkek#shaking myself for being a lil baby even though im always saying âBe cringe be free!!!!!â but i cant help it#like I already try and only comm people who are familiar with or in the fandom#but then i get all sorts of like âOH GOD THEY PROBABLY HATE DRAWING THISâabout it#im sure if they didnt wanna theyd just...tell me? i do ask. ya kno when i do try and buck up the courage.#âHi sorry would you be alright with drawing my oc with this guy please its okay if not haha jk unless.â type shit gjdjfjkekdjfjeke#god im embaressing
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screaming with a fukcing megaphone that ganondorf has not reincarnated like link & zelda (except for FSA based on the âofficial timelineâ) as far as we know hes just been the same guy whoâs lived way too long through different timelines in all of his games hes the same guy in WW & TP as he was in OoT just through different timelines im Screaming this
#actually im fine itâs not a big deal. but screaming over it#and the timelines are weird and we dont know how hard nintendo is adhering to them now and i get that.#but honestly knowing heâs almost always been the same person whoâs just experienced wildly different series of events#it does so much for his character and fully explains why he knows more about the situation in general than link & zelda do#because heâs. literally been alive through multiple cycles with them. he just remembers it because heâs been alive that long#he has RESURRECTED a lot. which is different from reincarnating#this is made more confusing with the botw translation error where zelda says heâs given up on reincarnation#when the original meaning was apparently that heâs intent on resurrection. on coming back to life as the same being again and again#anyway its fine#im fine im relaxed im normal#im shaking people by the shoulders and yelling this
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itâs funny that thereâs a big hate train on twitter right now for i love you, iâm sorry and itâs mv because for years my sister has tried unsuccessfully to get me into gracieâs music and it never worked until she put that music video on the tv a few months ago and completely transformed my life
#HOW DO THESE PEOPLE NOT GET IT?????#theyâre like âyou think the way sheâs performing she would be screaming and then when you hear the sound sheâs whisperingâ ACTUALLY NOâŠ..#and i notoriously am not a fan of the whisper singing tbh like thatâs why i felt a shift with tsou and for the most part like it better than#her other stuff#BUT SHES NOT WHISPER SINGING ON ILYIS#itâs not even a lowkey song to me like every time i hear it i AM screaming and breaking down and shaking#like the way she PERFORMS it in the music video i understand exactly thatâs how it was meant to be sung
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#it's 1am and i'm depressed and don't want to go to bed#there's such an unbelievable amount of century-defining tragedy and horror in the world rn#and i know thatâs always true but jfc we know about so much more of it simultaneously now#like i'm supposed to be chill and functional in the face of war pandemic climate change forever chemicals micro plastics and fascism?#and and and?#i'm supposed to smile and ask follow-up questions when people tell me about vacations to Hawaii#rather than shaking them and saying holy fuck stop doing that please learn about the ramifications and historical context of your actions#i'm supposed to smile and give a measured response when a new coworker asks my other coworker and me#when they can/SHOULD use generative AI *for work purposes*#rather than screaming and throwing articles at them about the environmental impact of LLM bullshit#and that's all large scale#that's not getting into the fact that there's a growing family chilliness over refusal to communicate about I/P shit#or the fact that my mom is dying slowly and hates it and is worsening her relationship with my siblings little by little#or the fact that I'm peeling away at my sanity trying to process a divorce and get healthcare for my cat and dental care for myself#or the fact that it takes hours of research to find DISH SOAP THAT DOESNâT KILL THE MICROBIOMES OF THE LOCAL WATER SUPPLY#(10/10 recommend 'blueland' for that if you're reading btw)#like i'm painfully aware of the back-patting level of efficacy that i have for buying different soap and going to the farmer's market#but there's only so much i can do so i have to try to do what i can right? but it's so little and everything is so much#and my mental health is a mess; the fact that my particular neurotype is known to get more volatile with age scares the shit oit of me#like it's this bad at 33 and it gets WORSE?#my job is great for personal privilege but so *so* meaningless and redundant#and how tf do i look at all of this and not feel fucking hopeless?#i can distract myself with my garden but the candide approach was myopic even in the 17th century so it's hard to justify now#I'm so tired#just... fuck man#tag rant#i should delete this but I'll forget if you read this far i hope it wasnt damaging to your mental health#i just had to let off the brain scream pressure somewhere
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Had a long chat with some of my coworkers today about work stuff and the state of the world and money and it was grim as hell, but it felt nice to complain and feel validated about said complaints.
But also damn. Nobody in my generation is doing ok.
#i talk#job talk#They're all sweet gals#the whole ''only privileged people can work at nonprofits because the pay is piss poor'' thing was a big part of the convo#and some politics stuff and Grim World Stuff too#but hearing some of the things they said makes me want to talk to some of the higher-ups in our work and just shake them and scream#I don't want to get into details but good god this country is a nightmare#capitalism is a nightmare everything is a nightmare#I left the conversation feeling somewhat ok despite the grim topics because like I said it did feel nice to complain and I adore them#but I'm thinking about our discussion more now and I'm frustrated again#I think when I'm inevitably forced to leave this job because of aforementioned piss-poor pay I'll give them all my cell number#I did explicitly tell them if they were ever looking for a new job and needed a reference I'd be happy to do that for them#The whole reference thing is so stupid imo but that's a whole different topic to unpack and I'm tired and grumpy so I'm going to sleep
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damn . internalised ableism got hands
#and in disability pride month too! disgraceful#anyway i can't shake the feeling that i'm a fucking disappointment#i can't cope with. anything#and i know it's. neurodivergence and physical disability and my Ever Concerning untreated mental illness lmao but#i just feel like. a failure. how am i supposed to cope with actually doing the job i love so much if i can't even get through-#-the leadup?#i can't physically keep up. i can't mentally keep up. i can't emotionally keep up#but if i say that it feels like quitting#even though i'm barely contributing anyway. most people there won't give a fuck if i never turn up again. i hardly know the blocking anyway#it's 6am and i can't sleep#my knees r throbbing n my brain is screaming and all i can think is how much of a disappointment i am#and how pathetic i must look from the outside. how much people must judge me and my fucking dramatics#because normal people don't have fucking breakdowns over the tone of their texts.#and normal people don't stay awake until dawn bc they can't sleep until the sun rises.#and normal people don't feel like they're walking on fucking shattered glass every time they go outside#i just want to curl up into a ball and scream#why can't i just pause the world. why can't i leave this whole fucking thing and come back when i'm ready to keep going#god. fuck#i need to sleep but it's rlly hard when my knee hurts every time i move#og#vent#internalised ableism tw
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2/2 Do you hate anyone at the moment?
Morbius, the Living Vampire, real name Michael Alexander Morbius, M.D.,[1] Ph.D.,[1] is a fictional character appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics. Created by wri
#fuck this isnât nearly as funny as it was in july but i refuse to let go of the bookending#thought about this one for a bit and honestly#even if i gave a specific answer i donât feel like it would be wholly accurate#granted there are hundreds of millions of shitty people out there and as cathartic as itâd be for them to get got#cough cough pouring molten lead down jeff bezosâs throat#i kinda doubt thatâs what the question is getting at#feel like anyone i hate is a lot more on the side of âshaking your fist at the sky / spiteful resignationâ than âinterpersonal vitriolâ#when the latter thing happens iâd rather just be pissed at them and move on with my life i guess. clearly they didnât have regard for me#why the fuck should i be invested in what happens to them#actively hating someone way after the fact in that case would feel like chugging kerosene and lit matches#wouldnât do much to them but itâd sure make a royal mess of soot on my own carpet#(not to say iâm above ever doing that obviously but. man iâve been through the whole song and dance itâs just tiring)#(scream and cry and break shit as much as it takes to get it outta your system but at some point itâll feel freer to get to grieving)#(because ultimately it is about you - gotta try and be kinder to yourself despite everything)
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Man you know I'm fucking stressed when I start having sleep paralysis episodes again lmao
#Cruddy rambles#This time I saw a big ol demon kitty lounging on the chair in my room and heard someone banging on my bedroom door and turning the knob#The worst part of these is when I try to talk and I physically cannot even get a sound out#I always wondered. What it sounded like to other people#Because to me in the half asleep state I am screaming with a closed mouth and all that's coming out is like. Those whisper yells.#But I imagine it's making next to no noise at all. Which sucks bc like. I'd at least LIKE help if it were possible#Not that I want to just start screaming randomly in the middle of the night. But being able to call 4 help would be nice.#Sigh...#Anyway. Yeah. That was a great experience 10/10 do not recommend#It's funny how I had 1 (one) sleep paralysis experience at college. And now that I'm home I'm having them on the reg again#Funny how that works. I'm sure it's unrelated.#They're not even that scary bc Im half asleep for them. they're just panic inducing bc they're loud and I can't move and I hate it#SO loud. It's always lots of banging. One time I heard my Grammy laughing from that same chair while something huge and with many limbs#Banged all across my closet doors from every direction. Fuckin rude#I've also only ever had 1 physical hallucination and it was the college one#A demon walked into my dorm room while my friends slept in the common room (initially I thought it was one of them coming in to wake me up)#And walked over to the side of the bed and stood there and stared at me until it started shaking the bed violently and laughing#And I just kinda rolled over and fell back asleep despite the shaking and laughing bc like. What u gonna do#I have to emphasize that you're barely conscious during these which is why ur brain hallucinates in the first place#So literally ur only action is to force yourself to wake up but deal with the horrors (like I did tonight) or just. Fall back asleep#Which is my usual option but I couldn't fall back asleep bc I'm hungry#I'm gonna go tho. I'm tired af and I wanna try to sleep some more b4 I have to get up today#I just came here to calm down bc talking calms me down and well. I can post here without bothering anyone with dumb messages.#So I'm go back to sleep now#Goog nite
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I'm kinda glad I can keep my opinions to myself but man
#miranda talking shit#Heard an story of... âI had my first strong love feeling like a woman. We met only a few times irl#But then suddenly she moved away and broke all contact for a year. I waited for her and tried to contact her. She sent an message 6 month#Ago about how she did it bc of anxiety and not bc of me. Then it's just been silence again. But I'm still waiting for her and I'd drop#Everything if she contacted me againâ me: what.... Wh.... Huh?!#Like I get it... First love? That shits intense but also like... Do you hear? Yourself? This isn't good for you... You've been waiting for#Someone for like two years who have not held contract with you like at all. As someone who struggles with bad anxiety and depression... Yea#Like if I really loved or cared for someone I'd try more than just give an excuse and then stop answering again#Everyone is different and we all have our past but... That sounds so... Yeah not good.#Heard this story and I was like wow... You're.. Over 30 and you... Don't respect yourself enough to break things off and move on?#First love makes us stupid but like... They weren't even officially dating it was more an âit could go somewhereâ type of situation.#Maybe I've... Had practice but. Actions does speak louder than words. If I don't feel that return of care I'll tire and go to those I know#Will. I wanted to shake this man and scream this at him but... No one asks for my opinion and I understand when to not share it#It just sounds so sad to me. To wait for years for someone who can't even bother texting you? Still you're hoping they'll contact you#Hope is an wonderful thing and it's what keeps us alive but... Hope placed on people who has shown they do not care... Yeah#Maybe I'm harsh but I do believe in the idea if someone really does care. Texting and calling even just some isn't impossible. Inaction#Speaks for itself... No answer is also an answer.#Me sitting there sadly: you deserve better king... Love and respect yourself....
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The location of the sex shop I worked was a haven for spiders. We had tall ceilings and skylights and unused storage rooms. It was a spider paradise. We quickly sussed out which coworkers to call on in case of emergency. The Dorito lady was a solid ally for spiders but absolutely petrified of moths.
But thereâs actually a hierarchy of fear. Most people donât realize. The person least afraid is the one forced to deal with the bug in question. If coworker B was scared, but coworker A was petrified, well coworker B was gonna have to screw their courage to the sticking place because by the law of fear they were the most competent person on scene.
Thus enters Rick. Rick first appeared in the back storage room. This room doubled as a second bathroom so we went in on a semi frequent basis. The girl whoâd gone in to pee shot out again gibbering with fear about the biggest spider sheâd ever seen had just run across her boot.
We sicced Dorito lady on it. She returned, shaking her head. âHe was squatting on a power cord where it plugs in. I couldnât get a clean shot at Rick.â
âRick?â
She shrugged. âSpiders that big need a name. Seemed like a Rick.â
Rick, freshly named, became a store menace. Iâd normally say this was probably a case of multiple spiders being mistaken for one but everyone who encountered him swore up and down there could be no mistake. This spider was massive, fast, and distinct. A gladiator among arachnids.
I never encountered Rick. His exploits grew in the telling but the theme was consistent: no one could kill him. Heâd hunker in places that no one could reach and dart away when a strike missed. He also chased off the more faint hearted, charging them in bold dashes. There could be no benign cup transplant to remove Rick from the premise. He was not leaving.
The saga of Rick continued for two months. Not seeing him was almost worse, a fearful wariness when going to the bathroom or stepping into quieter areas. I waited with dread, hoping my eventual run in would have me on shift with Dorito lady to protect me.
It was not to be. There was a girl the same who hated my one moment of singing that was absolute piss-herself scared of spiders. Sheâd slam straight into a panic attack and couldnât think or speak. And so it was that one night on shift, I heard her scream.
It was unmistakable. I was in the front window turning off the open sign. Through an obstacle course of mannequins and lingerie I performed an acrobatic sprint out of the window, darting up to find her quivering at the front counter, fully crying. I radiated calm at her and said, âJust point.â
I knew it was Rick. Our destinies were intertwined and we had always been pulled toward the inexorable battle that was drawing nigh.
Her hand raised to point to our sandwich board sign at the front of the store. So Rick had the metaphorical high ground. There was no quick easy strike on the slanted signs surface.
I armed myself and marched into battle, my knuckles white on my chosen weapon. I would do this, because I must. Because there was no one else. And because I wanted to close and go home.
I saw Rick immediately and I honestly donât think Iâve ever seen a bigger spider since. Outside of a tarantula, he was truly the most massive spider Iâve ever beheld outside a zoo enclosure or terrarium.
We regarded each other. Rick launched off the sign toward me and I stomped my foot reflexively, making him pause in his charge. Then I raised my weapon. Anything else, I believe Rick could have evaded. Heâd bested most of the store thus far. But I had chosen chemical warfare.
I doused the shit out of that spider with cleaning spray, stunning him with a barrage of chemicals. While he froze, choking on the unexpected deluge, I dropped a paper towel over him. My foot came down.
I felt his exoskeleton crunch and I can feel it still to this day. The shattering was as of bones and I truly mourned that we had been forced into senseless war. If only he has cleaved tighter to the shadows. If only heâd crawled willing into a cup for relocation. I released a full body shudder of horror, fear, and adrenaline as I stepped back.
I took several quivering breaths. I donned a veneer of calm and tidied the battlefield of itâs corpse then went to reassure my coworker that all was well, while internally I still shook.
You fought well, Rick. I hope you sired many more monstrous children to haunt retail workers in the years to come. Rest in valor, you monster.
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even though i'm kind of pessimistic i'm always impressed as to how some people can be absolutely unfeeling like
#i want to take these people by their shoulders and shake them screaming WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A HEART#HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING EVER#and this is about a person i thought was like super intense and actually cared a lot#but she turned out to be the least intense person i've ever met and she doesn't care at all#to me is so funny because i care so much that i get insane and desperate so it's hard to understand#like if you're gonna lose someone you care about how do you not feel like dying#because i do... you know#because i have feelings a lot of them#i don't know how people live with themselves when they make someone feel unimportant#like i understand how deeply shitty this feeling is so i try A LOT#to make people feel important#and some people try a lot to make other people feel unimportant apparently and this is just... so fucked up#like do you think this is cool do you think this is funny i don't get it
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i know it sounds bad but we got high and he's hot!!
â§Ë*°àż: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â âplug!ryomen sukuna x f!reader
Genre: porn with a plot Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for beta reading for me!! this is part of @ohkento's reddit-inspired collab! (ps this isnt a true form fic i just think he looks SEXY IN THAT PIC HNNNNGN) Warnings: 18+, dubcon, mean dom!sukuna, sub!reader, cheating, hate sex âĄ, drug taking, weed smoking, blowbacks/shotgunning, heavy degradation, slight praise, fingering âĄ, vaginal sex, sixty-nineing âĄ, face sitting, squirting âĄ, pussy spanking, noncon filming, coercion, manipulation, daddy!kink, creampie, cervix fucking. Words: 10.6k
âIâve heard about you.â Yuuji starts, turning his head from looking up at the stars to facing you. Your mind feels cloudy, but you return his stare. He thinks your pearly smile belongs in the sky; a permanent constellation to remind him of this moment. âHow come this is my first time meeting you?â
You sigh, reaching over as he hands a lit spliff to you. The bonfire rages in front of you both, the smoke burning your eyes until they fill with water.
At least you have the perfect cover if you burst into tears.
âThings got⊠hard.â you tell him, not really wanting to elaborate. But golden-brown puppy dog eyes will you to continue. Itâs stupid, really, how clichĂ© people become when they smoke. Youâre no exception. The intoxication and the setting make you feel as though youâre in an indie movie, longing to share your scars and become closer to the one attractive boy giving you his attention. âMy ex, he cheated on me. I was with him for two years so it hurt.â you confess, taking a thick drag before passing it back to him, he tuts as he takes it from you.
âIâm really sorry,â he expresses, holding eye contact while he smokes. The feeling rushes straight to his head and through his blood. He laughs a little as he gets comfortable in his seat. âSorry⊠Iâm not laughing at you.â he clarifies, laughing again.
You start to laugh too, leaning over to grab the spliff from his hand before he sets the back garden on fire with it. Both of your attention is pulled from each other as you hear a scream from inside. The party is still going on indoors, and the scream soon turns into a girly laugh.
No doubt one of your friends flirting with one of the other guys.
âItâs okay.â you assure him, getting just as comfortable in your own seat as you smoke the remainder of the joint. You wrap yourself in the blanket you brought outside and turn your body slightly to face him. âIt was with my best friend, too.â you continue, your deepest wound not seeming so scarring as you allow the high to expose your secrets on your behalf.
âShit.â he shakes his head.
âIâve been doing therapy and stuff so Iâm better. I just wasnât in the mood to see peopleâŠâ you explain, jolting upright a little as you realise youâre oversharing. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to get so deep and make you feel uncomfortable.â you tell him.
âIâm fine, Iâm the one who asked.â he chuckles, getting comfier under his own blanket as he turns to look at you.
His warm eyes make you feel relaxed, safe. And you hate it. You hate how much of a clichĂ© you really are becoming and you hate that you canât help it. This moment feels so much bigger than anything, but deep down, youâre paranoid, because youâre sure itâs the drugs talking.
Youâve heard about Yuuji, too.
Youâve heard about how sweet he is and how he doesnât have a bad bone in his body. He has a sports scholarship of some kind, and after a quick stalk of his socials you noted how reflected this is in the form of his chiseled body. Could he really be so nice? He seems, perfect.
And apparently he, gives the best head.
âI have a secret.â he tells you, quietly. His voice almost drowned out by the crackling bonfire beside you. You arenât sure what makes you heat up so quickly. The implication of his words or the way he said them. A lustful look in his eyes as the fire dances wildly beside you both.
âYeah?â you tell him, cheeks fill with warmth as you try to ignore how fucking hot it is in pursuit of looking cool. And that makes you giggle, for some reason. Yuuji isnât the one making you flush with heat, itâs the fire, idiot. âT-Tell me.â you encourage him, throwing off your blanket and fanning yourself dramatically.
So much for looking cool.
He grins, almost coyly, as he leans across the arm of his chair. And for some reason, you instinctively mirror him. Is it so secret that you need to be close? He might whisper it to you.
He tilts his head, smirking. His eyes flit from your eyes to your lips a few times. Enough times that you make a note of it. And your heart is fucking racing with each flicker of his gaze. You think you know whatâs coming. But you stay still, watching him, waiting for him to make the first move.
â⊠I really wanna kiss you.â he admits. And if you werenât hot before, you certainly are now. You try, and likely fail, to keep it cool. A wide grin spreads across your face and you burst into giggles. But your eyes meet his again, and you see a smile just as wide as yours on his face as he observes you.
âYeah?â you ask, dumbly.
âYeah.â he nods.
You gulp, shallowly, leaning in closer to him and letting your eyes fall closed. He smirks, again, leaning in until your lips meet. Itâs sweet and passionate, until he pulls away. It surprises you a little. Worries you, even. Are you a bad kisser? Maybe you are when youâre high. But worry turns to astonishment as he pulls your chair closer to until the arms of both of your seats touch. He smirks, again, wrapping his arm around your neck as he leans in to kiss you.
And now, you really do hate yourself.
You moan into it.
You arenât even sure where it came from. Was that really you? He grins, nonetheless, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest as his tongue meets yours in a more than welcome manner. You pull away, a string of spit connecting you both. A kiss infused daze covers your features as you look at him under heavy eyelids, and you pant, deeply.
âI have another secret.â he whispers, stealing another sweet kiss from your raw lips. Gloss smeared over your lip line and a dewiness transferred to his.
âIs it as good as the first?â you tease, giggling as his hand cups your face. You mewl, melting into his touch as his thumb strokes your cheek delicately. Your eyes widen. A look of curiosity replaces the majority of the lust, though you both know itâs still lurking.
âWell,â he starts, his eyes begin to wander. You observe him as his vision roams from the sky to the flames beside you. He takes his time, the anticipation of his words runs rampant through your bloodstream. Until, finally, he blesses you with his gaze once more. âI want to stay with you until the sun comes up. I want you to sit on my lap, with my cock inside you, under our blankets. All night.â
Youâd hoped once he told you that your anxiety would have diminished. Though youâre sure with the way his eyes are fixated on your lips, your heart is surely surveying an escape route from your slack-jawed mouth as it pumps hard and violently through you. He doesnât seem worried that you havenât said a word, and his gaze doesnât falter.
âOkay.â you nod.
It excites you. You havenât been with anyone since your ex. And it might be a bad idea, but it doesnât stop you. Itâs not like youâre rushing into being with someone. Itâs been months since things ended with your cheating ex-boyfriend. You stand up, bringing your blanket as you stand over Yuuji, and he holds your hips gently.
He feels under your skirt, smiling when he feels how soaked your panties are but he doesnât comment. He moves them into the crease of your thigh and encourages you to straddle him.
You do.
Hovering slightly as he pulls down his joggers and his semi springs free. Itâs big and pretty, like him. You kiss him as he jerks himself until heâs aching. Heâs desperate to bury it inside of your gummy walls, his cock catches against your eager hole with every purposeful stroke.
He throws his head back as you sink down on him, and your hips stutter slightly from the stretch. Youâre trying to focus on concealing your bodies with the fuzzy blanket wrapped around you, but your lips fly to his in a bid to silence yourself as he sheaths himself fully.
âFuck, youâre tight⊠so wet, too.â he mumbles, hips rolling ever so slightly as he enjoys the feeling of being inside of you raw.
You jolt, panicked, as you hear a knock from the kitchen window. Both of your attention is stolen to see the origin, and you spot a group of partygoers hollering from inside. Two of his friends and one of yours, they all cheer and whoop as they can only assume whatâs going on under the blanket.
Yuuji smiles, shaking his head before turning back to capture your lips in another soft kiss. Youâre too distracted to notice him flip them off until they disappear.
âDo I remember the night the most perfect woman in the world let me hit her raw after a few minutes of talking under the stars? Yes, baby, I remember the best night of my life, why?â Yuuji asks after you recall that first night you met. âVery cool of you, by the way. I didnât think you were gonna say yes.â
You giggle, punching his arm softly as you curl into his side in bed. And you sigh, dreamily, thinking about it again. Itâs been over a year since that night and you feel just as hazy around him as you did then. You were worried about him thinking of you as a one night stand. Worried that youâd just given in to this stranger for no real reason only to get your feelings hurt again.
But as the sun began to rise and wake you both up in that horrendously uncomfortable chair, he kissed your forehead and held you tightly against his chest. He stroked your hair until you managed to blink the blurriness from your eyes and see his in a new light. The crackle of the orange and white flames had gone from them. Instead, they were honeyed and soft. The kindest eyes youâd ever seen.
âThe McDonaldâs breakfast in the carpark was better than the sex in the garden, by the way.â you tease him, earning a tickle attack into your sides.
âYeah, Iâm sure thatâs why you were begging me to fuck you in the backseat afterwards.â he laughs, stopping his assault as you begin to scream. You cuddle into him again, his fingers tracing over the flesh of your upper arm. âIt was good though, really good. Should we order hash browns?â
âYes.â you nod, excitedly.
He sits up and reaches over to his bedside cabinet to grab his phone. He sighs as he checks his notifications. You sigh, too, watching him as he gets out of your warm bed in search of his clothes.
So much for hash browns.
âYuujiâŠâ you start.
âDonât start, please, I donât wanna leave in a bad mood.â he tells you. He smirks when he realises youâre checking out his abs, only focusing on him again as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. âI donât want to rush moving in just because you feel sorry for me.â
âIâm not rushing you, and I donât feel sorry for you!â you tell him, shuffling onto your knees and crawling across the bed until youâre kneeling beside the edge of the mattress. âI hate your brother. Heâs a creep and he treats you like shit. I have plenty of room here⊠you can move in here and have your own space andââ
âI know heâs a dick.â he agrees, pulling on his socks and slipping his feet into his sneakers. âBut heâs my only family. Iâm not just gonna ditch him. Why donât you move in with me?â he wonders.
âUm⊠I live in a townhouse instead of an apartment and itâs better, itâs in a better neighbourhood and your brother isnât here.â you smile, smugly, and it earns a chuckle from him.
âOkay, youâre right about that. Speaking of which though I canât stay tonight but you can come over if you want. Iâll order those hash browns for you tomorrow when Iâm on my to the gym. Iâm booked with PT sessions my entire shift.â
âIâm not waking up at 6am to eat hash browns alone, Yuuji.â you roll your eyes.
âYou can text me when you wake up and Iâll order them for you. Pleeeeease?â he flutters his eyelashes dramatically before kissing your forehead. âGood girl.â
âI didnât say yes?â you respond, flabbergasted. âIs Sukuna gonna be there?â
âWell, yeah. He lives there.â Yuuji tells you, earning an eye roll from you. He is in complete agreement on how much his older brother sucks. He understands why you hate him. Heâs irritating, heâs crass and seems to have no concept of personal space or privacy. Yuuji doesnât care for his brother in the least, and he has no doubt the feeling is mutual. There is love there, of course, but only out of necessity. âYou donât seem to mind him when the family discount applies for weed, though. Interesting.â he says with faux suspicion.
âOkay, that is literally the only thing heâs good for.â you remind him. He laughs, agreeing.
He kisses your lips chastely, hurrying to grab his backpack to hurry home to his expectant brother. The only two reasons he ever leaves you in haste are for work, or for Sukuna. Today was meant to be a day you could spend together since you both have the day off.
But of course, Sukuna ruins everything.
YUUJI: FORGOT TO ASK YUUJI: ARE WE SMOKING TONIGHT? YOU: DUH! YUUJI: BETTER BE NICE TO SUKUNA FOR THAT FAMILY DISCOUNT THEN đ
You stand outside of your boyfriends apartment complex, shivering, waiting for somebody to answer the door. He ordered a taxi for you since he knows you always worry about your car getting broken into when you visit, his own car suffering numerous break-ins in the span of your relationship.
And really, you donât want somebody to answer the door. You want it to be Yuuji, specifically, the thought of Sukuna answering the door and tormenting you until you get to the safety of Yuujiâs room is entirely too much to handle. Your nerves are already shredded by being here, the thought of having a battle of words with Sukuna will surely tip you over the edge.
âOh, hey, I didnât think youâd get here so quickly.â you hear a voice from behind you. You turn around to see Yuuji. Fuck. You see the hallway light flicker on from under the crack of the front door to his apartment and you realise too late that a demon has been summoned. âI went and got cookie ingredients, I thought we could bake some before we smoke later.â
âSounds fun.â you smile, his sweet idea assuages the tension you feel, albeit briefly, before his elder brother swings open the front door. Yuuji pulls his lips into a thin line when you can barely contain the scoff that scratches through your throat. Sukuna rolls his eyes, moving aside to let you both in. He peaks inside the bag Yuuji is holding before his little brother smacks his hand away. âDo not touch or I will kill you.â Yuuji warns him, carrying the ingredients to the kitchen before putting them away.
You decide to help, hoping it will go quicker if you pitch in and you can escape his brotherâs intimidating stare faster. Sukuna approaches, leaning over a counter as he watches you both.
âNice of you to grace us with your presence, princess. Itâs been a while.â Sukuna taunts, but you ignore him. He clacks his fingernails against the countertop, and the sound is jarring. He smirks when you shoot him a pointedly aggravated stare, giving him reason to do it more. âWhat do we owe the pleasure?â
You sigh, nostrils flaring as you put two bars of chocolate in the fridge.
âWeâre just hanging out, gonna bake these cookies and smoke.â Yuuji answers for you. So you smile, falsely, and rest your back against the wall once youâre done. âOh, speaking of which⊠family discount?â
âIâm busy now.â Sukuna looks at you and then back at his brother. âAsk me later.â he expresses, red eyes fixed on you for a moment before he turns to leave.
Itâs like you can finally breathe again when you hear him go to his room and close the door. You kick yourself away from the wall and into Yuujiâs open arms. He smooths his heavy hand over your hair, hoping youâll relax a little. He spends some time figuring out what you can do to pass some time, knowing youâll need a distraction.
âLetâs just bake the cookies.â you speak, words muffled as you talk into his shirt. You pull away as he looks down at you so that you can speak to him clearly. âI just wanna stay in your room all nightâŠâ
âSure, baby, whatever you want.â he nods. âOkay, lets get all of the ingredients out again.â
He takes his time trying to remember where everything is. You, on the other hand, are rushing to gather them all. Sukuna has a way of making your anxiety spike. Heâs too⊠commandeering. He has a way of forcing everyoneâs attention to remain solely on him whether you try to ignore him or not.
Youâre intimidated by him, heâs more muscular than your boyfriend and heâs a drug dealer for fuck sake.
It brings shame to you when Yuuji has to snap his fingers to get you out of your trance as you think about his brother. You start cutting up the chocolate bars while he puts ingredients in the stand mixer.
And your mind wanders, again. Itâs not like youâre scared of Sukuna. Well, you are, terrified would be more apt. But you know he wouldnât do anything to you. Heâd risk losing Yuuji. And as much as they donât really get along, theyâre extremely co-dependent. Especially Sukuna. He likes the presence of his little sibling and has a slight superiority complex due to being older.
The reality is, you think Sukuna would be lost without Yuuji. Lonely, even. And having Yuujiâs steady income is a nice sense of security for him. He makes plenty of money being a dealer, of course, but he knows itâs a fools game. Itâs not reliable and itâs risky.
You put the chocolate chunks into the mixer and watch him as he masterfully fills the ingredients into the bowl. Your thoughts calm for a moment as you can do nought but watch the whisk whir.
âYou know I wanna move in with you eventually, right?â Yuuji tells you, and it fully breaks you from your train of thought. You look at him, staying silent so that he can feel free to continue speaking. He leans against the counter as the ingredients continue to mix. âI wanna live with you⊠marry you⊠all that.â
His talk of marriage makes your cheeks fill with heat, though youâve gotten better at playing things cool since your first encounter. You just smile, and nod, as you drink in the delicious information.
âIâm just worried about him.â he tilts his head, indicating he is referring to his elder brother. You nod in understanding, though you donât have much sympathy for your future brother-in-law. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. âWe arenât like you, we donât have a big family. Itâs just us.â
âWell my family isnât thatââ you stop yourself, looking into Yuujiâs disappointed eyes. Itâs foolish to pretend you arenât blessed with an adoring family. Youâre your parents only child, though. You canât imagine what itâs like to have a sibling. And, of course, youâre spoilt rotten. The reality is that if you didnât come from privilege, you and Yuuji could have been neighbours. But your parents werenât about to let you live in a dangerous neighbourhood when they can easily afford to subsidise you. âIt must be tough, baby. I know you feel guilty for wanting to leave him.â you rub your hand up and down his arm as a show of comfort.
âYeahâŠâ
âButâŠâ you start, his eyes locking with yours again. âHeâs a grown man, Yuuji. Youâve lived the same life and look at you now⊠Youâre nothing like him.â
Youâre right. He knows you are, thatâs why youâre standing in silence until the timer goes off and he checks the ingredient bowl. Itâs sticky. He scoops a little on his finger and dots it on your nose. The kitchen fills with laughter as you try to retaliate. Heâs too fast for you, though.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorryâŠâ he tells you as the situation calms. He licks the chocolatey dough from your nose and presses a gentle kiss onto the tip. And dammit you canât help but smile.
You begin rolling the dough into balls on a tray. The silence has dissipated, but your thoughts still run rampant. Should Sukuna really be Yuujiâs responsibility? No, of course not. But Yuuji wonât see it that way. Heâs sensitive and caring. God, he cares so much.
It makes you dizzy as you watch him smile and walk with the cookies to the oven. They smell so great already, you could have eaten them raw. But theyâll be even better when theyâre baked to perfection.
Youâve made these cookies so many times now. The pair of you have process committed to memory. Theyâre so good. Especially with a tall glass of milk. You always tease Yuuji when you do this since heâs always left with a milk moustache after devouring his plate of cookies.
The sound of the timer rings through the kitchen again. You clap excitedly as Yuuji covers his hands with some oven mitts. The chocolatey smell hits you both like a train, the pair of you moaning involuntarily as you inhale it. He brings them over to the countertop, setting them down to cool.
Sukuna smells it, too. He loves it when you bake cookies because he knows neither of you will deny him one. Heâs been smoking and playing video games since he retreated to his room. Heâs thoroughly stoned and would very much enjoy a sweet treat right about now. He pauses his game, and the sound of his door opening and closing brings back all of the tension to your body.
âHere.â Sukuna speaks as he enters the kitchen. He tosses a baggie onto the counter and looks at his brother expectantly. Yuuji nods, reaching into his pocket for his wallet so he can pay him. Sukunaâs eyes are fixed on you in the meantime. And as you go to grab the weed, he places his hand over it and pulls it back towards himself.
âThanks, man.â Yuuji smiles, handing the cash to his brother who pockets it without even checking itâs right. Though Sukunaâs stare doesnât waver, you find yourself looking down at his hand covering the weed and then turning away completely. He internally beams with pride at that, thrilled to know itâs still so easy to intimidate you. But on the outside itâs simply portrayed as a slight curve of the corner of his mouth. âIs something wrong?â Yuuji wonders.
âYeah, actually,â Sukuna speaks, finding your eyes again before he looks into Yuujiâs. âI want a cookie, call it family tax.â
âTake two.â you tell him, sternly, a new ferocity in your eyes he hasnât seen before. You walk over to them and place two cookies on a little plate for him. You go to hand it to him, but as he reaches out to grab them you place them down on the counter. âLet them cool.â you smile, sarcastically.
âArenât you sweet.â Sukuna snarls, teeth bared as he slides the plate towards himself. âSweet enough for your turn. Pay up, you know what I want.â he chuckles. He turns his head and taps his finger against his cheek.
âCâmon, dudeâŠâ Yuuji tries to interject. You know Yuuji is furious, deep down. But he wonât call him out on it. Last time he did he wouldnât give either of you any weed for two weeks. It wouldnât be a problem if you knew anyone else you could buy from. And the shit Sukuna gets is good. Yuuji has given up on trying to be a dominating presence when it comes to living with his brother. Sukuna is always one step ahead and Yuuji canât quite keep up.
You go to him, reluctantly, and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. It makes your skin crawl. He makes your skin crawl. And despite your sense of urgency to flee the scene, you canât. His hand grabs your wrist, and Yuuji is ready to spring to action. Sukunaâs face is unbearably close to yours. His red eyes piercing your own as he does all he can to make you feel small and pathetic.
âThatâs a good girl.â he sneers, placing the baggie on the top of your hand after releasing your wrist. He chuckles, darkly, as he walks away with his plate of cookies, taking a bite out of one before he disappears. He kicks his bedroom door shut behind himself, the sound of laughter and guns shooting loudly from his TV are the only thing either of you can hear.
âIâll bring the cookies and clean up.â Yuuji sighs as he ventures to the sink. âGo and get comfy and pick a movie.â
You donât say anything, leaving your boyfriend to tidy up in silence. Youâre seething with rage. This isnât right. He does this every single time youâre here and you buy a deal from him. And Yuuji just lets him. You know you neither of you have much choice if you want the access and ability to smoke. But itâs getting to you, badly.
Around fifteen minutes pass after you left the kitchen. Youâve since gotten into your sweatpants and comfortable vest. Shorts would have been preferable, since thereâs still an uncomfortable sizzle to the November air, but youâve learnt your lesson about what you wear when you visit the Itadori household. Youâve had Sukuna leer at your thighs more times than you can count. And itâs never subtle, his eyes lingering for a moment too long to have it potentially be an accident. Itâs always so lecherous and purposeful.
You decide to watch Clueless, again. Youâre sure Yuuji will be defeated when he sees your choice, heâs lost count of how many times youâve watched it recently. Itâs been a comfort movie to you, for some reason, since Halloween.
âHey.â Yuuji smiles as he enters the room, somehow managing to carry two glasses of milk and two plates of cookies. âWhat are we watching?â he asks, looking at the TV. You rush to grab a plate and a glass from his hands to ease his load, putting them on your bedside cabinet as he does the same with his own.
âClueless.â you smile, happily. âHer step-brother has been hitting really different for me, lately.â
He closes his eyes and stifles a sigh. You can see a laugh desperate to break free as his mouth shakes through a smile. But to his credit, he manages to compose himself, eyes opening again once the reality has set in. Clueless. Again!
âSounds great baby.â
Itâs been a week since you last got to spent time with Yuuji. Your work schedules have been clashing, it feels like a lifetime since you got to spend any time together.
You enjoyed your hash browns in bed after he ordered them for you when you stayed over at his place. Though he ended up ordering Sukuna breakfast, too, leading to uncomfortable extended time with him that you prefer to avoid at all costs. He tried to make conversation with you, he often does, but you took it upon yourself to go back to bed with your hash browns. You tried to enjoy them. You tried to relax. But itâs near impossible when youâre under the same roof as someone you loathe. You watched a Youtube video on your phone while you ate, and then quickly got ready and booked a taxi home.
Youâd hoped next time you got to see your boyfriend it would be at your house and away from Sukuna. But, alas, that was not the case. You received a text from him at 10am asking you to come over ASAP.
YOU: is something wrong??
YUUJI: no
YUUJI: just stressed
YUUJI: pls can u come? Iâm working tomorrow so I cant stay over âčïž
YOU: okay âčïž omw đ
Youâve never had a text like this from him before, and it scared you. Something was telling you that he was downplaying how he was feeling. It took you barely any time to get ready. Forgoing makeup and making an effort in favour of rushing to your boyfriendâs side. Maybe something had happened at work.
Maybe he cheated on you.
He could be dying!
âShut upâŠâ you whisper to yourself as you pack your toothbrush into its travel case and throw it into your overnight bag. You pick up your car keys, not wanting to waste time waiting for a taxi.
You throw your bag on the passenger seat and speedily drive off. Your anxiety and the adrenaline was getting to you, you knew youâd have to calm down or youâd end up getting into an accident. As you focused on getting to your destination in one piece, you took several deep, slow breaths.
Youâre safe.
You park up your car and lock it up. With your bag in tow, you rush to your boyfriendâs apartment. Your left foot taps impatiently after you knock on the door.
No answer.
You knock a little louder.
No answer.
And then you find yourself knocking louder, repeatedly, while you wait for your boyfriend to answer the door. He knew you were coming. He said it was urgent. So why are you waiting here, freezing, for him to answer the door? Youâre filled with relief when you see his figure obscuring the light trickling through the cracks of the door. Your teeth chatter, and you begin stepping from foot to foot in a bid to warm through.
But your blood runs cold as the wrong Itadori opens the door.
âHeh. What do you want?â he asks, a cocky grin permeating his features.
âMove.â you demand, barging past him with your bag so that you can hurry to Yuujiâs side. Maybe something is wrong. He could be sick and resting in bed.
âHeâs not here.â Sukuna informs you, halting you in your tracks. You turn to face him, a scowl that could kill adorning your face. Did he do something to him? All fear youâve ever felt from him dies as you approach him, setting down your bag so that you can hit or punch or scratch him if needs be. âRelax.â he tells you.
âWhere is he?â
âAt work. I thought you had your entire relationship on a Google calendar, you didnât know?â he laughs, angling his body so that he can bypass you in the skinny hallway. You huff a little, picking up your bag again so that you can follow him.
âBut he asked me to come over, he said it was urgent.â you explain, though he doesnât stop walking. You hurry after him, grabbing his arm until he stops. And he does, his eyes slowly dart down to where your hand holds onto his bicep until you awkwardly let go. âS-Sorry. Iâm just confused. Why would he text me if heâs not even here?â
âSweetheart, Iâm not his PA. I donât fucking know.â he turns away from you again, opening his bedroom door. You huff, again, utterly defeated as you try and decide what to do. You look towards his bedroom door and then to the entrance. You suppose you could go home until he finishes work. Or you could go to the gym he works at and find out whatâs happening. You head towards the front door, thinking youâll decide once you start driving. Sukuna hasnât fully retreated into his room yet, leaning against his door frame as he calls out to you. âIâm making a bucket, want one?â
Your eyebrows knot as you turn to face him, another involuntary scoff turning to laughter as you look at him in disbelief. Heâs got some nerve. You donât even want to respond, opting to carry on your journey towards the entrance before you look at him again.
âAre you out of your fucking mind? I donât want to smoke with you.â you roll your eyes.
âAwe, why not, princess? I wonât even add any tax.â he smirks, already heading towards the kitchen as if youâve given him the answer he clearly wants to hear. And you hate him with your whole heart, because fuck, if you arenât intrigued. Itâs been a while since youâve had a gravity bong. âExcellent choice, good girl.â he winks as he sees you out of the corner of his eye, as he grabs an empty one litre water bottle from beneath the sink.
You donât say anything, leaning over the island counter as he prepares the bong for you both. Itâs embarrassing, after some time, that you find yourself having to avert your gaze as realise youâve been staring at his defined back muscles. Heâd decided to forgo any form of clothing to cover his torso, only wearing a low riding pair of grey sweatpants, though theyâre a darker grey than yours.
It isnât much better as he whistles, tilting his head for you to join him by the sink. Youâd close your eyes if it didnât make you look like a complete freak, only to hide them from his flexing abs and his juicy pecs. The tattoos arenât helping, either. It only serves as a reminder that youâre hopelessly trying not to ogle your boyfriends, older, larger, and scarier brother. Heâs behaving interestingly, though. Heâs never been like this before. Heâs dismissive and almost uninterested in you.
âCâmere.â he orders you, dragging you closer to him as he lights the weed in the bowl. You gulp, a little intimidated. Gravity bongs are something you donât partake in often, you canât even remember the last time you did one. He moves his finger from the hole heâd poked into the bottle and the water begins to drain from it. Smoke fills the bottle in itâs wake, and when empty, he screws the lid off for you. âQuickly.â
You begin to inhale everything. Not caring how fucked up you feel in the least. You show no signs of stopping, and it impresses him. Your fingers hook around the kitchen counter as you finish, knowing when your bones feel like jelly that youâve had too much.
âAtta girl,â he comments before repeating the process for himself. He pays you no mind as you wander towards the corner counter space, lifting yourself up like youâre the queen of the kitchen taking her throne.
He continues to ignore your presence as he smokes, inhaling and entirely draining the smoke that had filled the bottle. He tosses it into the sink, walking by you to grab a bag of ice from the freezer, filling two glasses to the brim with the frozen cubes. He fills them with water, sliding one to you.
âDrink.â he commands, and you do, not realising how thirsty youâd become. Your throat burning and eyes flooded with red veins. You drink the water and immediately need to refill. He shows you a kindness, though, handing you his glass to drink before filling your own again. âYouâre a real lightweight, huh?â
âOh shut up. Iâm just gonna go.â you tell him, jumping down from the counter and going to collect your bag again.
âYou canât, youâre high.â he reminds you, and in your stoned state the sentence makes you burst into laughter. âYouâll end up crashing your car. Fool.â he gives you another glass of water, refilling his own for a second time before turning to leave the kitchen.
âGreat, so Iâm stuck here with you and nothing to do?â you pout, opening the fridge to see if thereâs anything to eat. âWhy did we not make cookies?â you mumble to yourself.
âI have snacks in my room.â Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, like a snake offering an apple in the garden of Eden. Youâre tempted. God, youâre tempted. What else are you going to do until Yuuji gets home? He grins, widely, as he hears your feet follow after him as he walks into his bedroom.
Youâve never been in here before. Itâs quite tidy, all things considered. Itâs very tidy, actually. Youâd expected it to be some dimly lit shit hole. It smells nice, save for the weed, the windows are open wide and the sheets smell fresh as you sit on his bed.
He throws a sleeve of Oreos at you and you turn into a giddy child. The two of you kick off your shoes, not caring for where they land as you both get comfortable on his bed. Youâre above the duvet, sitting adjacent to him but angled away with your legs crossed. He gets under the covers, though, picking up his Xbox controller as he mindlessly plays GTA V.
You spend far too much time licking the cream of your first Oreo, utterly entranced by the characters, the plot and the violence of the game heâs playing. He doesnât seem to mind when you ask him a million questions about it, either. Heâs more amused that youâre so clueless.
âHere,â he tosses the controller at you. âGo for a drive, itâs fun when youâre stoned.â he tells you.
Youâve played video games before, you arenât a total idiot. Though he had expected you to ask for more help when he gave you the controller. He thinks itâs cute that you try to obey the speed limits and stop at every red light.
He reaches into his bedside cabinet, pulling out a joint. Itâs ignited quickly, his eyes squinting as he inhales and watches the screen to make sure youâre not getting him into trouble on his game.
âYouâre not bad when youâre high.â you tell him, passing the controller back to him. He takes it from you, saving his progress before reaching out to smoke again. He sits upright, and you barely react when he pulls you away from where you were sitting until you're facing him. âU-UmâŠâ
Heâs giving you a look. That look. The look Yuuji gave you when he told you he had a secret. God, they could be fucking twins if Sukuna wasnât covered in tattoos, itâs scary. But he doesnât say he has a secret; he doesnât say a word. He simply watches you with a pondering stare, but an aim behind his eyes nonetheless.
Your own eyes shift when you see him bring the spliff from his ashtray to his lips. The cherry end of it igniting holds your focus before your eyes are on his again, enraptured by the moment and what heâs thinking. He sucks the smoke deep down into his lungs, and you canât help but watch the way his chest moves from his heavy breath.
You gasp, softly, as he snatches your stare once again. His thumb and forefinger grasp your chin and tug downwards until your jaw is lowered. His face is barely a centimetre from yours, you know heâs going to kiss you. But why are you about to let him? His lips ghost yours, and youâre taken aback as you feel a plume of smoke invade your mouth. Heâs impressed when you breathe it in, though, but smirks wildly as you begin to cough it up.
âYou taste like cookies and cream.â he whispers into your ear, the sensation of his words rushes straight to your heat. But your sense comes back, pushing him away from you as you look sternly into his eyes.
âI didnât say you could do that.â you remind him, preparing to move back to where you were sitting prior. But he stops you, easily, pushing your body down until your head is in his lap but over the duvet cover. âSukunaâŠâ you sigh, your head and your limbs feel too heavy to move on their own anymore.
âMm?â
âIâm wi- Iâm with Yuuji⊠Iâm with your brother.â you remind him, you move your head a little so that you can look up at him. He doesnât look at you, though, still focused on his game. You can hear dialogue again, and guns, youâre not as exciting in comparison to that, you suppose.
âI know.â he speaks, his jawline bulging as he swallows and clenches his teeth slightly. âDonât tell me you thought I was gonna kiss you. Silly girl.â he speaks, still not bothering to grant you with the eye contact youâre so desperately craving for some reason.
But your body betrays you as a whimper escapes from your throat. And that does get his attention. His game pauses, and he looks down at you. But you hide your face, scrunching your eyes shut so he canât read your expression. But your shy little display tells him all he needs to know.
âOh? You minx,â he torments you further, and you want to scream. You canât hide your face anymore, your cheeks becoming too warm and your entire body sizzling with heat. Youâre panting, uncomfortably as you try and cool down. âYou wanted me to kiss you. Youâre with Yuuji, remember?â
âI didnât! I- I- would never. I love Yuuji, Iâm in love with him! Iâd never kiss you. Yuck.â you fib, if you werenât high, you know youâd never be in this predicament. You know youâd never have agreed to hang out with him. But really, itâs a lie. You werenât high when he asked if you wanted to do buckets. He intrigued you, and youâre a fool, because you fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.
âHmâŠâ he hums, his spliff resting between his lips as his eyes linger on your cleavage before roaming down your body to your sweatpants. He places the blunt back in the ashtray, his eyes setting their sights on your hands. He moves one with ease above your head, though you instinctively pull it back. But itâs too late, the other one joins, a singular hand of his pin both of your wrists down above your head. You wriggle against him, but you donât pose a challenge in the least.
âS-Sukuna?â you question as his fingers breach the waistline of your sweatpants. A sadistic smirk sprawls across his face as he realises in your haste to be here youâd not bothered putting on panties. You mewl, desperately, as his fingers find your petalled flesh. He doesnât do much, simply feeling your slick and teasing your folds as he examines your facial expressions.
âYou didnât want me to kiss you?â he asks again. He drags two fingers up your slippery slit until he finds your clit, rubbing targeted circles around it slowly. The tension makes your hips buck, but his face is stern as he watches you keen for him. âThen why is this cunt soaked?â
His words almost bring you to tears, and he can tell. The way they fill with water so rapidly and your face becomes sweaty. Youâre ashamed. Youâre embarrassed. Heâs humiliating you, but youâre too turned on to tell him to stop. You donât want him to stop.
âI hate you!â you tell him, and there is certainly venom behind it. Because you mean it, you really fucking mean it. Heâs the absolute worst. Youâre so in love with Yuuji, but heâs ruined everything, now. You should have known this would happen. Heâs been flirting and teasing and bothering you throughout your entire relationship with Yuuji. But you never thought it would come to this, ever. Especially after what youâve been through, youâd never want to inflict that same agonising betrayal onto Yuuji.
âI know. You think Iâm so beneath you, yeah?â he grins, and your mouth falls open in surprise, though his circling touch doesnât stop. âIâm a drug dealer, Iâm a bastard, Iâm a piece of shit. But, sweetheart, me ân Yuuji didnât grow up with daddyâs bank account like you. But look at you, princess. You hate me and youâre still letting me play with your sloppy cunt.â
âFuck you.â
âYou can, I know you want that. Youâre drenched. My fuckinâ fingers are pruning.â he laughs, you want nothing more than to cover your face in shame, but you canât while Sukunaâs heavy hand trap your wrists. âAwe, youâre cute when youâre embarrassed. Much cuter than when youâre trying to be tough fâme.â his rubbing halts, though the sense of abandonment is short lived as he plunges two thick fingers into you tight hole, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit again.
âO-Oh, fuck, hnngââ you groan, eyes meeting his as he pleasures you. And he drinks in the sight. Your tongue lolled from your mouth as you accommodate his touch, the pads of his fingers batter your g-spot again and again until your back arches. âSukuna, s-stop, we canât.â you warn him.
He smirks, ignoring you, opting to do the opposite. He increases the pace in which his fingers torment you, his cock leaks when he sees a few tears spill from your eyes. Heâs that good, huh? Maybe his little brother isnât as talented.
âYouâre fucking tight. Youâre gonna cum, arenâtcha?â he taunts you, you attempt to clamp your thighs around his hand, but it only spurs him on more. His fingers sink deeper. Your mind and rationale become lost to him. âYouâre gonna cum for a bastard like me? Your boyfriends brother, too. Gonna cum in your pants like a virgin just for me? Pathetic little girl.â
âOh FUCK, GOD!â you cry out, thighs trembling around his hand as you orgasm. Your chest heaves, and he doesnât fail to notice how your nipples have began to poke through your vest. âC-Christ, okay, lets just forgetââ
âIâm not done with you.â he speaks, it cuts through you as he lets your hands go. You massage them quickly, before he pushes his full weight on top of you as you lie flat against the mattress atop the sheets. He holds your jaw, roughly, and kisses you.
He humps his clothed, hard cock against your soaked sweatpants, your slick dampening them with each roll of his hips. He breathes heavily as you kiss. An exchange of saliva and clashing teeth as you moan and break away before licking at each otherâs tongues again and again.
You shudder when you feel him put his hands down your pants again, collecting the dewiness at the apex of your thighs before forcing it onto your tongue. And you suck, gratefully, replacing the loss of his lips with his monstrously thick fingers. You can hardly believe he fingered you so easily.
Your lips wrap around his digits beautifully. He moans as he watches your little hands in comparison to his own hold it in place so you can bob your head up and down the length, your tongue licks and laves until there isnât a trace of your dewiness left.
So he kisses you, again, tongues tangling as he dry fucks his cock into your clothed core. His hands roam and pinch and squeeze every inch of your body that he can grab. He yanks your sweatpants down, tossing them aside with little care to where they might land. And he surprises you, again, when he manoeuvres you seamlessly so that youâre straddling him.
He thinks itâs cute as you look around, unsure of how you got into this position. But he brings you back to him when he humps up into you so that you fall forwards. You kiss him again, but he breaks it to speak.
âLet me taste you, baby. Sit on my face.â he tells you. Youâre nervous, but you move yourself so that youâre hovering above him. He pushes a finger into your hole and you throw your head back in satisfaction. âI said sit. I wanna know what a slutty princess cunt tastes like, so fucking sit.â he orders, his arms hooking around your thighs and forcing you down until you smother him with your heat.
âFUCK,â you moan, loudly, as his nose nudges against your throbbing clit. You arenât sure what to do with so much freedom to move. The way he slurps and feasts on your dripping flesh sends wave after wave of embarrassment through you. And heâs loud heâs so fucking noisy as he moans into your heat and drinks every drop that your heavenly cunt has to offer. âJ-Jesus⊠ahâ!â you yelp, feeling his palm come down hard to strike your behind.
You begin to roll your hips, rubbing your pussy up and down over his face and stimulating your clit with his nose. He reaches under your vest, tweaking your nipple as you hump his face. He spanks you again, quickly, as you stop moving. Youâre too gone, completely lost in the moment as you use him for your pleasure. Youâd never have expected this from him.
He relinquishes your nipple to free his cock from itâs material prison. You heard the sticky sound of it ring through the room as he jerks himself off. His moaning becomes louder. The divine taste of your cunt and the ability to stroke himself goes straight to his head. Youâre gone, youâre fucking gone. But heâs right behind you. The way youâre smothering him makes him lightheaded, but heâs not letting you go until heâs ready.
You see the pink silhouette of his cock as you look over your shoulder, but youâre desperate to get a better view. He groans, so loudly that you think he might have came, as you tug on his pink hair. Using it to your advantage as you ride his face into your next toe-curling orgasm. And at that, you do collapse. Practically singing his name as you cum in his mouth, only when youâve reached your high does he let up on you.
He admires the view of your tits as you back up to look down at him, throwing your vest over your head as carelessly as heâs discarded your pants. His face is shimmering with your juices, and you feel another searing tidal wave of embarrassment as the reality sets in that youâve done this to him. And youâre still cheating on your boyfriend. But youâre past the point of no return, you think. Yuuji is barely on your mind, all of your attention is on his brother, now.
And heâs still not through with you yet.
âDo you need some cock?â he asks.
âY-Yes.â you nod, pathetically.
âLook at it, then. Look at my cock and beg for it.â he tells you.
You adjust your position so that youâre hovering above his face again but facing his cock perfectly. Itâs beautiful, you think. More defined than Yuujiâs but around the same size and width. His cockhead is more prominent and the veins are unmissable. Youâd have begged without even being asked if youâd gotten the chance to see it earlier.
âGo on,â he starts. You feel his hands between your shoulder blades and he pushes you down roughly. âBeg for my cock, whore.â
âPlease, please Sukuna. I need you to fuck me.â you start, completely reduced to tears as you look at it as your mouth waters. You hold him with both hands, and youâre still unable to hold the entire length of it. âWanna cum on you. W-Want you to b-bruise my cervix. Need to feel you inside, please, please please.â youâre practically sobbing as you continue.
âKiss it.â he demands. âWorship my cock, and Iâll decide if your slutty cunt is worthy.â he tells you. Your eyes widen, but you kiss his tip without question. Itâs so sweet and affectionate despite how sordid and lewd it is. But you canât help it. Itâs worthy of worship. Youâre sure itâll hurt, but youâll take it. You donât mind in the least.
You lick your tongue across his slit, poking your tongue into it slightly and relishing in how he hisses from the sensation. He buries his face in your cunt again, moaning into your soaking folds as you please him.
His length is freed from one of your hands, making the decision to cup his balls as your kiss down his shaft towards his pubis. His head is thrown back as you make contact with his balls, the grunt he releases is ethereal, youâd never have known such beautiful sounds could from him.
You scream, slightly, as he spanks your ass. It encourages you to take him down your throat and ignore your gag reflex and you bob and suck and run your tongue along each vein it can detect. He can barely focus on eating you out, too bewildered with your near pornographic performance.
âSuch a good little cocksucker. No wonder Yuuji likes you.â he spanks you again. âThink heâd still like you if I told him Iâve been balls deep down your throat, slut? Iâm not so sure. But I like you, a lot more now.â
âS-Shut up.â you tell him, defiantly. You silence him as you lower your pussy to his lips again, distracting him momentarily with your sweet taste.
You feel his cock flexing in your hand, like heâs ready to blow his load right down your willing throat. Even though you donât want him to cum like this, you wouldnât mind. Youâll swallow every last drop for him.
He stops you, though, shoving you away from him so that he doesnât cum prematurely.
âHands and knees, now.â he speaks coldly. He admires your face quickly before you get into the position he wants you in. Itâs glistening with sweat, tears, spit, and his precum. âGood fucking girl.â he spanks you as you arch your back and wait patiently for him. Your legs spread apart and your cunt pulses in anticipation for him to slot himself inside.
He doesnât though, not right away. Instead, he leans over to his beside table and pulls his phone off charge. He kneels behind you as he pulls up the camera app and swiping to video mode. His sweatpants are shoved down his thighs and rest at his knees. He takes a few photos of your glittering, pulsating cunt, spreading it open as his fingers dig into one of your ass cheeks.
âPretty fuckinâ princess pussyâŠâ he moans, and you mirror him, following it with a giggle. You feel a sense of pride at his praise, arching your back deeper. âOhhh there she is, good girl, good little slut.â
He drags his cockhead through your shimmering folds, gasping each time it catches against your hole.
âP-Please fuck me, daddy, n-eed it.â you whine, earning another hard slap against your ass. Heâs happy, of course. He didnât expect you to be such a slut, heâd never have expected you to utter such a filthy title for him of all people. Heâs certainly never heard you refer to Yuuji as daddy whenever he hears you fucking through the thin walls.
âYouâve got good manners, for a whore.â he speaks, your hole flutters with each word, but he sees how hard you clench as he degrades you. A new understanding of what your body likes. Heâd only been doing it for his benefit, but now, he knows you like it too. âDo you like being a whore for daddy, hm?â
âY-Yes,â you pant, âLove beinâ a whore for you, daddyâŠâ
âCute. Iâll give you my cock, then.â he pushes the tip in before pulling out completely again, chuckling at how whiny you are from the loss. âBut you know, princess, good whores like to be cummed in. Youâll let me, wonât you?â
âPlease⊠please cum inside. W-Want you to fill me up!â you tell him, and itâs enough. Itâs more than enough to have him bullying his cock into your desperate cunt. You moan, boisterously from the stretch. Youâre sure their neighbours wonât be happy if theyâre home, the whole complex probably heard you. But you donât care, and neither does he.
Heâs glad that you said he could cum inside.
Itâs not like you had a choice, though.
âDo you still want me to bruise your cervix?â he asks, angling the phone in his hand to capture how fucking deep he is inside of you. Your ass pressed flush against him as you swallow his cock hungrily. You nod, dumbly, yelping again when you feel a stinging slap against your cushioned ass. âWords.â
âWant you to br-uuise my c-cervix, daddy.â you wince.
âYouâre such a good fuck toy, arenât you?â he laughs.
He begins to pound into you, his brute strength and weight behind every aggressive pummel of his hips. It hurts, God, it fucking hurts as his tip nudges against your cervix. But you donât care, youâre sure you will when youâre sober and your logical train of thought returns.
But now, in this moment, you truly are Sukunaâs fuck toy.
And it feels fucking sublime.
He captures on film the way that you moan and gasp and plead for something you arenât even aware of. The way your hands grip into his pristine white sheets. But is favourite part is watching how your pussy stretches open as you swallow his coke can cock. And the way your ass ripples with each pulverizing thrust into you.
âF-Fuck,â he moans, âYouâre fucking suffocating me.â he speaks, barely able to contain himself as he feels heady with lust. He doesnât stop, though, he doesnât care if you cum anymore. Heâll finger you again to finish you off if needs be, but for now, he needs to be selfish. Thoughts of filling you up and flooding your unprotected womb make him feral.
âSukuna! S-Stop!â you warn him.
âHuh?â he responds, showing no intention of stopping or slowing as he rams his cock into you repeatedly. The only thing on his mind is finishing, he couldnât care less about your change of heart or guilty conscience.
âF-Feels funny, I- I canât! Hnnngâ!â you finish, cunt squirting and gushing like a fountain all over him. âOh my godâŠâ you pant, burying your face in the pillows as you hide your shame from him.
âHoly fuck,â he responds, thrilled that heâd captured the moment on film. You show no signs of stopping either. You squirt as much as a backed-up teenager getting his first handjob. He spanks your pussy and rubs his hand all over it, making a complete mess of the two of you and the sheets below. âDirty little squirter, hah? Fuck, youâre like a pornstar.â he tells you, chuckling again.
You donât dare show your face, but you mewl into the pillows as you ride out the rest of your high as he shoves his cock back into you.
âDo it again, on my cock.â he demands.
âC-Canât, canât cum anymore.â you tell him, utterly spent and defeated as you allow him to use your body for his own benefit.
âBrat. Youâll cum on daddyâs cock and be grateful that Iâve been so good to you.â he explains. And true to his word, he manages to build it up in you again, somehow, as he continuously batters his length into your g-spot until your vision turns white.
Heâs not doing much better, either, still enraptured by the sight of your dripping wet pussy and soiled sheets. Itâs something he needs to see again, a sight he will treasure âtil the day he fucking dies.
âCum, slut. Make a fucking mess.â he speaks through gritted teeth.
âMmmnf, hah, aaaahâ!â you moan, granting his wish. The sight helps him topple over into his own bliss. His cum flooding your ruined walls, he fucks it further into you, but pulls out eventually to see his sperm dripping from your filthy cunt.
âAre you embarrassed, brat? You sprayed yourself again.â he snickers, spreading your pussy open with two fingers to see the mixture of his cum and your release spill from your twitching hole. âHas Yuuji ever made you do that? No⊠Iâm sure he doesnât know youâre this much of a dirty whore. But I do, I know now.â
The mere mention of the man youâve betrayed has you bursting into tears. The sex was mind-blowing, yes, but at what cost? Youâve been begging him to move in. Hell, he was talking about marrying you. But you canât have that with him, now, not after this.
You sobered up a little after a shower, making sure to keep the door locked as you washed yourself of your indiscretion. You even waited in there until you dried off to get changed, not wanting to risk Sukuna seeing you naked again. The damage is done, of course, but you at least want to be able to proudly say it was a mistake that will never happen again.
Maybe Yuuji will forgive you.
Thereâs no way you can keep it from him. Not after what you went through. Itâll break his heart, of course it will. But you canât hide it, itâll just get worse over time when it eventually comes out, because it will. Whether you tell him or Sukuna does through a weed induced stupor, the truth will come out.
Youâve been checking the time on your phone repeatedly to see if Yuuji has finished work yet. Eager and filled with fear and anxiety so that you can tell him, honestly, what happened. Heâs going to hate you. Thereâs no way he wonât hate you after this. But you owe it to him and you owe it to yourself to be truthful.
You tense up as you hear a knock at the door. Yuuji wouldnât knock, so you know who it is.
âGo away.â you warn him, but it doesnât deter him.
âAw, donât talk to daddy like that.â he smiles, a shit eating grin that you want to smash against concrete.
âYouâve ruined my life, get out of here.â you tell him, crossing your legs as you check the time on your phone again. You sigh, throwing it further down the bed so that itâs out of reach. Youâd missed how he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh as he turned to leave. But you stop him. âDonât tell Yuuji, please. I want to be the one to tell him.â
âTell him⊠what?â
You look at him, bewildered, unable to process if heâs being serious or not.
âThat we fucked.â you remind him, deciding you arenât about to spend all day trying to decipher his tone. âI need to be the one to tell him, so donât say anything.â
âOh, tell him that?â he questions, laughing again as he realises he knows something you donât know.
âItâs not fucking funny, Sukuna!â
âYeah, it is, youâre a little slow on the uptake.â he laughs some more, sitting on the edge of the bed. His ruby red eyes piercing into yours intimidatingly despite the smile on his face. âYou donât need to tell Yuuji anything.â
âYeah, I dââ
âYuuji knows.â he laughs, louder, almost bursting into hysterics as he sees the astonished look on your face.
âW-What?â you sigh, looking around the room in horror.
âYeah⊠I mean, câmon.â he smirks. âWhy else would he text you to come over, when he wasnât even home?â
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YOU HAVE A LOVER?!
or, how the traveller and paimon find out about his relationship with you.
PAIRING: wanderer x gn!reader
WARNINGS: chocolate
WORDCOUNT: 1.1K || CONTENT: you're kinda a menace, slight crack, fluff, relationship reveal
NOTES: tell me why he's so fun to tease pls
âhey, isnât that hat guy?â paimon says, pointing further down the street.Â
it is indeed. he stands outside lambadâs tavern, near the benches, and with him is a group of akademiya scholars.Â
her eyes sparkle with curiosity at the sight. âtraveller, letâs go say hi!â
snatches of conversation is all the pair hear at first.Â
âjust spit it out,â wanderer says, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. âi havenât got all day to listen to your babbling.â
the girl right in front of him has a small gift-wrapped box clutched tight in her hands, her three friends behind her all murmuring encouragements. paimon glances at aether, eyes wide. are you seeing what iâm seeing?
the traveller nods. he lingers by the waypoint, motioning for paimon to do the same. they shouldnât interrupt just yet.
âuhm â i really like you!â the girl rushes out nervously, presenting the gift out to the wanderer hastily. âplease accept this!â
aether hears his companion gasp.
wanderer says nothing, picking the little box up for inspection. he gives it a soft shake. âwhatâs in this?â
âchocolate! i didnât know which you liked, but â but when we were at the store, someone overheard us talking and recommended a brand⊠i think their name was [name]...? everyone knows youâre friends, soâŠâ
at that, the wanderer lets out a disbelieving scoff, expression an odd mix of amused and incredulous. aether is curious himself. he wonders what kind of person wanderer would consider a friend.
ânot bad,â wanderer tells the girl, pocketing the box as he does, âi guess you have no one but that fool to thank.â
her group of friends cheer, and the girl canât help but laugh too. with their goal achieved, they scuttle away, chattering. at this, paimon finally rushes up to the guy, aether following suit. sheâs stumbling over all her words, completely and utterly flabbergasted.Â
âyou â i â what was that?!â she exclaims. âsince when do you get love confessions?â
aether canât tell if that was the right or wrong thing to say. wanderer smirks, almost puffing up with pride. âwhat, like itâs hard?â
paimon stomps her feet. âbut youâre â! ugh, whatever. paimon feels bad for all the hearts you break.â
âwhy should i have to care about that? they should be prepared to face rejection if they are prepared to bare their heart out for all to see.â wanderer shrugs, tone lofty.Â
âitâs not as if you can relate,â she quips. âwhat are you doing here, anyway?â
at this, he huffs, rolling his eyes. âdo you think i want to be here, standing around like a buffoon? and yet here i am, waiting for someone with zero respect for my time.âÂ
aether doesnât point out the fact that if wanderer really hadnât wanted to wait, he would have left ages ago. paimon tilts her head curiously. âwho are you waiting for? is it that [name] person?â
wanderer stiffens at that. his eyes narrow. âwhere did you learn that name?â
âwe overheard that girl say it just now. why? Is it someone important?â
âof course iâm important!âÂ
paimon screams. wanderer sighs. aether turns behind to look at the source of the voice.
the traveller assumes youâre [name], and is proven right when you introduce yourself cheerily. shaking both his and paimonâs hands, you say, âitâs so nice to meet the people who knocked sense into this guy over here.â
glaring, wanderer grumbles, almost petulantly. he threatens, âkeep up with that and i wonât give you your chocolate.â
ânononono, i was only joking, darling, forgive me?âÂ
your demeanour flips in an instant, and you whirl around to face him with a puppy-eyed pout. faintly, a baffled paimon echoes a soft, darling?Â
wanderer sighs, producing the gift out for you, and you accept it eagerly.Â
âyou got chocolates for me?â you say, playfully swooning. unwrapping the box, you pop a piece into your mouth. âmy favourite kind too! you're the best.â
the irony is neither lost on aether. paimon gleefully accepts a piece from you when you offer.Â
âyou should have one too,â you tell wanderer, who has been looking at you with an odd look aether has yet to decipher. holding out a chocolate in your fingers, you prompt, âsay âahâ.â
begrudgingly, he opens up. still, he doesn't fail to make a fuss off it, proclaiming about how sweets were beneath him, and how he preferred the bitterness of coffee. you wave it all off with an eyeroll, and aether is struck with the similarity it had to wanderer's own.
âhow long have you been friends?â paimon asks for him. âyou two seem really close.â
you burst into laughter, and wanderer glances away. your eyes glitter with amusement. âfriends? did he tell you that? âcuz personally, i don't know any friends who go on dates ââ
âa âdateâ that you are late to,â wanderer cuts in.
you erupt into another fit of giggles at that. âsorry, sorry. i've been here the whole time, actually â but i was hiding over there when that group of girls approached you.â
wanderer could not look any more unimpressed. though just as he's about to retort, paimon finally stops short-circuiting.Â
âYOU'RE DATING?!â
âannounce it to the entire world, why don't you?â wanderer snarks, though there is a noticeable flush on the tips of his ears, creeping onto his cheeks. it is then aether realises the expression he hadn't deciphered had been fondness.
you only grin, looping an arm around his. then, before anyone can react, you smack the fattest kiss on his cheek. âthat's right! you don't know just how much effort it took wooing this guy.â
âi can imagineâŠâ paimon says, dumbstruck.
wanderer shoots them the most murderous of glares, hissing, âtell a soul about this, and i swear neither of you will live to see the new dawn.â
âhe's shy,â you add with a conspiratorial whisper. âbut really, we'd prefer if word doesn't get out.â
âour lips are sealed,â paimon vows solemnly.
then, aether taps her on the shoulder, jerking his head in the direction of the adventurer's guild post. thankfully, she takes the hint.
âactually we're really really busy so we'll leave the two of you to it now,â paimon says quickly. âenjoy your date!â
at that, you bid the both of them farewell happily after telling them to visit sometime, and aether leaves with a much different impression he had of wanderer.
though, when he steals a glance back, he sees the both of you entering the tavern, wanderer's grip on your hand tight. and while he cannot see the look on your faces, he can make out the softness in his stance, and the joy in yours.
aether can't help but feel happy for him. it seems that the âwandererâ had finally found a âhomeâ.
#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche#genshin#genshin impact#(âïž)â writing.
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desire â ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: me? not sticking to the poll? no wayyy đ I AM SORRY I COULDNT RESIST HEIAN!SUKUNA X CONCUBINE!READER next up will be the dad one (I hope) <3
the servants jump in fear as they hear yet another loud crash thunder through the hallway. some of them even latch onto the pillars near them, fearing that the shaking ground would crumble right under their feet.
âuraume, another one!â they hear their lordâs voice shout venomously.
they realize that if the collapsing ground doesnât kill them then there is a possibility that sukuna might do it himself.
for some reason, this morning, sukuna has been in a terrible mood. with the first ray of sunlight, he had slammed the door of the chambers open.
with an ever-permanent scowl, he scanned the hall filled with concubines and servants.
his chest was heaving slowly; his breath almost scalding hot as he breathed out. he looked at uraume and says, âI need five people sent to the vacant room this instant.â
with no other word, he turned and exited the hall, closing the door with a bang.
the servants were wide-eyed, and they frantically looked at each other.
some of them started weeping, scared out of their minds that they might be chosen. others were considering the option of fleeing because what can they do so uraume doesnât choose them for whatever massacre sukuna was planning?
uraume exhaled lightly, âyou have heard lord sukuna,â they stared at the myriad of quivering servants, emotionless, âstand in line.â
and so it was.
now, on the other side of the door is sukuna crushing the skull of yet another servant. he breathes heavily, fury flowed through his veins.
he stares at the pool of blood on the ground, the splatters of it on the walls, and the splashes of it on the ceiling. his jaw tightens as he thinks of the reason of why all of this happened.
yesterday was the first night he had ever spent with you.
of course, that entailed bedding youâthe norm for your positionâbut what had sukuna in a turmoil was the conversations, the words exchanged, and soft touches you had given him before anything.
he had seen you in the estate on occasion, acknowledging you as one of the better looking concubines, but it was only yesterday that he actually interacted with you.
from the moment you entered his room to the moment you left, it was all like none other.
he had never entertained the idea of making conversations with his concubines as they only had one purposeâto serve him. on days when he was in a good mood, he would tease, speak lowly, anything to get a reaction.
all of that was to fuel his own pleasure, since he hated stagnancy.
to your luck, though, yesterday, he felt very pleasedâwhispers of it being caused by defeating yet another considerably strong opponent. so, he talked to you.
âso, whatâs your name?â he asked, small smirk playing on his face, when you were first brought into the room. pretty little thing you were seated in front of him, eyes not knowing where to look and trying to keep in mind all the instructions uraume told you.
he expected you to be meek, bordering on shy.
however, despite maintaining humility as you were told, you spoke your name with pride, and for the first time since you entered, you looked him in the eyes.
he shouldâve had you killed for that little act; however, he noted that you immediately averted your eyes after it. perhaps, itâs your way of screaming âremember meâ, a way to engrave yourself into his memory even for a millisecond.
it had sukuna smiling smugly before commenting, âyouâre quite boldâŠand peculiar,â he rested his chin on his palm, âdid they not inform you to not look me in the eyes unless youâre told to?â
you straightened your shoulders and spoke carefully, âI was, but I was taught by my parents to be prideful of who I am.â
âand pride is a good thing for servant to display in front of their king?â
your eyebrows furrowed, and you pursed your lips, mumbling, ânoâbut I was born like this, my lord, so I apologize.â
he chuckled, hand holding your face and moving it with ease, âI should have you decapitated for that attitude.â
your eyes drifted to the window, but the nail that sunk lightly into your cheek snapped you back to reality. sukuna scowled, âlook at me when I speak to you.â
âdidnât you say that I am not to do that, my lord?â you asked, looking him straight in the eyes.
âI changed my mind,â he grined devilishly, âyou complaining?â
âI could never.â
he leaned closer to you and whispers, âsmart girl.â
and so, the night went as he took you for himself. what surprised him in the whole ordeal is that he found himself being just a tad bit gentler when tears prickle at the corner of your eye.
he actually spoke to you through it, but what resonated with him the most is what happened after.
you slowly gathered your robes with all the strength you can muster. however, sukuna called out from his position on the bed, âdid I order you to leave?â
you blinked in confusion and spluttered, âb-but uraume said that you donât likeââ
âand my orders are above uraumeâs: you are to stay until I tell you to leave.â
you clutched your belongings to your chest. you felt your heart squeeze in a bit of fear and excitement. you have been caught off guard by him more than once already.
you had come in expecting a ruthless and painful night, but it was surprisingly pleasant.
the little talk before it was also easier on your heart than you had assumed. you thought that he wouldnât even bother talking to you and would just take you like an animal as you have heard the concubines bellow and wail.
so when a thumb was wiping away your tears and a hand was holding your waist with a light touch, you wondered whether the man you were with was truly the king of curses, the man that everybody was screaming and thrashing about.
though, you felt that it might be a test of some sortâsomething to make you lower your guard before he can do what he truly wanted.
so, with that in mind, you spoke up, âbut my lord, I canât possibly stay in your own chambers; that would be disrespecting you.â
he grunted, a frown making its way to his face, âI decide whatâs disrespectful and what isnât, so you better make your way here, before you regret it,â his eyes flashed with a threat, âI donât have the time to deal or put up with your every objection.â
instantly, you scurried to the bed where he is comfortably laying down while propping body up on his elbow.
you stood just by the bed and asked, âwhere would you like me toââ
his hand held your forearm and pulled you right beside him, so youâre laying by his side and still looking up at him. he smirked down at you, âyou ask too many questions.â
you didnât know what to do with your hands. they gripped your kimono while you murmured, âsorry.â
he sighed and with a roll of his eyes, he hummed, âyou will stay with me until midnight; you are to entertain me until then.â
you looked at him in shock then you looked at the window. your mouth hung open before you snapped your head back to him, âbut the sun has only just set.â
with a raise of his eyebrows and a small smirk, he inquired, âyou planning on disobeying me?â
ânever!â
âthen get to it.â
and you did, gathering all the stories, anecdotes, poems, and songs you can think of to fill the time. during your hours with him, you find out that sukuna is a man of interest in literature.
and there were multiple times where you would talk about a story, assuming that he doesnât know it only for him to continue the telling of the story himself.
during your hours with him, you saw that he is not completely disregarding of people around him. you saw that he acknowledges those who are truly strong. you saw that he wants to make a world that is whipped to satisfy his own desires.
his rampages are not completely based off of bloodlust.
during your hours with him, you felt content in a way you never thought you could experience with him of all people.
but, during his hours with you, sukuna has never felt so conflicted yet so satisfied. satisfaction should be something good for him, as he only does what he pleases.
if your company is what pleases him then your company shall be what he gets, right?
but why your company? why are you different? why is his pleasuring dependent on you and your talking and not the death that he could bring you?
he was confused and annoyed, yet he was content at the same time. he was so caught up in you that midnight had fallen to him suddenly. he only noticed when the moonâs light hits your face, and your face has never been clearerâeven under the sun.
he noted each and every delicate feature, and he frowned because why is he doing it? what does he get from it? he needed time for himself to think this through.
he needed to know why does he feel this way and only from a night spent with you?
surely, you had done something.
so, he silently raised his hand, and you paused right away. your hands settled on your lap, and your smile slowly turned into a thin line, one thatâs nervous as you await his next order. he looked up at you, eyes burning.
he then commanded you sternly, âleave.â
you nodded, wasting no time in gathering your things and scurrying out of the chambers but without a small and hesitant, âgood night, my lord.â
sukunaâs eyes widened a fraction as he looked up at the door closing behind you. he groaned, throwing his back. he figured that he could just think about it in the morning when he wakes up, but the thing is
he doesnât wake up
because he doesnât sleep.
thoughts flooded with images of you, your voice, and your touch to the point that no slumber was he granted. it drove him insane. he is the king of curses; he shouldnât be tied to a thought of one person, a mere concubine at that.
he racked his brain for the cause of it, but he couldnât think of any. since the moment you came in till the moment you went out, he had kept his eyes on you.
he thought it was to make sure that you donât do anything foolish, but he doesnât know when did his eyes follow you just for you.
so, with anger swirling in his gut, he got up and did what he can to quench his anger, and thatâs how everything got this point:
him standing in the middle of theâformerly vacantâroom that is now filled with flesh and painted with blood and you who is treading through the gardens with a blissful smile.
your thoughts wander to the night before as you reminisce every soft touch and every little praise you were granted, and it lifts your mood even more.
unaware of the chaos that happened in your absence, you entered the hall where half of the people have disappeared.
your eyebrows furrow, and you look at the weeping ladies, âwhere are the rest?â
hiccups are all you hear, and eyeshot eyes are what you see. their sobs are unseizing even as they look you in the eye. you hear light footsteps behind you, so you turn and see uraume standing at the door.
they look you in the eye, âare you y/n?â
you nod slowly, and they hum, âlord sukuna has requested for your presence.â
you light up considerably while the other concubines shake in fear as their eyes dart to you. one of them jumps out of her place and latches at you, âno! no! donât go! he willââ
âsilence!â uraume snaps.
the lady holding onto you quickly lets go and crawls back to hide behind the others.
she grips tightly onto the shoulder of the woman in front of her, tears streaming down her face as she is faced with uraumeâs sneer.
uraume looks up at you and affirmed, âgo.â
after a while, you finally find yourself face to face with the entrance of sukunaâs chamber.
you take a deep breath, and you carefully push the door and speak up softly, âmy lord, you called for me?â
you feel a hand roughly clutch your arm and snatches you inside. you are then slammed against the wall. you let out a yelp as pain shoots up your spine.
you squeeze your eyes shut, afraid of the sight that you will see.
and even though you canât see his eyes, you can feel the heat from his glare. the venom dripping from his voice doesnât help as he sneers, âwhat have you done?â
you force your eyes open slowly, and you stutter, âw-what?â
a hand flies to your throat and is wrapped securely around it. you choke out a small, âmy lord!â
his grip tightens, and you feel tears form in your eyes and flow down your face.
more than ever, you feel the fear that his looming figure sends through everybody else, you feel the fire of his red eyes scorch your skin, and you feel the aura that everybody talked about.
an overwhelming evil.
âI donât understand what game youâre playing, but you better stop it this instance,â he threatens, and you let out a sob.
âwhat game, my lord? I donât understand!â you manage to choke out.
your hear him let out a breath before he says lowly, âI have told you that desires and pleasures are fluctuating, right?â
fearing for your life, you nod desperately. you feel his grip loosen, and he leans down to rest his forehead on your own.
with furrowed brows and a deep scowl, his eyes bore into your own as he holds your face up with his other hand, âthen why do I still desire you?â
you blink owlishly at him then speak cautiously, âdidnât you say that you take what you desire?â
he raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. slowly and hesitantly, you raise your hand to cup his face.
you look him up in the eyes, and you find them following your every moment. âthen whatâs wrong with,â you hesitate, âwith taking this one?â
you look innocent as you look up at him, but to him, your words are nothing but.
with a low chuckle, he pulls your face closer to his own, âtemptress,â and he seals your lips with his.
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