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*runs back in here*
REQUESTS ARE OPEN?!?!?!
okay okay okay… um um um
Dabi/Touya finding out the girl he loves is in an abusive relationship
Soft boyfriend texts
Or you could make the recent “I licked you, you’re mine now” into something
This man is constantly rotting my brain.
hiii cosmic
i dont think ive ever written something under the umbrella of abuse sooo ty for the opportunity to dip my toes in heh
tw: mention of domestic violence + injuries
love to me // touya todoroki
tw slight blood/violence
i was like suuuppperrr mad last night and like I was so close to actually beating someone up and to calm myself I made an animation and ok it worked !!!!! anyways um this is what it feels like when I get angry
(tw slight blood/violence again hehehe) I added sound !!! :3
but since I did this on my computer its like ASS and its glitchy and sounds like SUPER DUPER weird idk anyways um this song is literally what my rage sounds like !!!!! hehehe I'm so normal
oh look at that I kinda fixed the audio lets go
EVEN THEIR STAGE ACTORS ARE FRUITY
The sweater duo bonding time!
I spent an unusual amount of time on this
Anyway here is perfect man with a big heart and his brother toyota or smth
More fiddlestan angsty doodles
If I can’t forget that Fiddleford is married, neither can y’all
I really hope Mic isn't in the second war, and that he's at home taking care of Eri. I cannot watch this man die. I'll cry for like 8 weeks and start day drinking
BAD DECISIONS┊RYOMEN SUKUNA
wc. ౨ৎ⋆˚ 1.9K
tags. ౨ৎ⋆˚ 18+, modern au, all characters are adults (21+), marking and hickeys, enemies to ?, bully sukuna, none of your friends like him but he is around because he is yuuji's older brother, fem reader, dirty talk, praising (atta girl), fingering.
In late September, a few weeks away from embracing autumn, anyone would think that the weather is starting to cool down, that the unbearable sun is lowering its intensity for the poor mortals who walk under it like ants fleeing from a child with a magnifying glass, but in Yuuji's apartment it's much worse. The air conditioner died months ago and none of the brothers have bothered to fix it, making it a challenge every time the group of friends gathers at the Itadori's apartment not to die from a heat wave.
At least for you, who have been accused of being more sensitive to heat than any other average person.
Too hot to be outside on the balcony (exposed to the hot air, to Maki's cigarette smoke), too hot to be all inside the apartment (piled up like sardines on the couch).
So all your friends are very unevenly distributed. About five are inside the apartment watching the soccer game while the rest are outside trying to cool off every time the warm air blows.
You are uneasy, this is the third time Nobara has commented on it. An hour ago she stopped your foot tapping against the ground with a gentle kick from the sole of her shoe and now she comes back and does it a second time.
"Stop it," she says with a frown, a few shades more annoyed due to the heat. Then she laughs softly downplaying her apparent anger. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, examining you.
Nothing, you lie the first time she asks. And you lie to her again now. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
You hide half your face in the glass to take a long drink of the now warm soda that is beginning to taste salty. Raising your head, you can't escape in time this time, Sukuna's eyes look you up and down from across the floor. He wears the same look as a wild animal, his hair disheveled from the heat, gray pants and compressed black t-shirt tell you he's barely home from the gym. You take another quick drink that hurts your dry throat.
Sukuna shakes his head to the side indicating for you to follow him, then hides down the hallway to continue his route.
Your fingers squeeze the glass full of water droplets that slip through your hands from time to time. You feel Nobara's gaze piercing your temples, so you decide to look at her.
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out of it. So you try again.
"I'm going to use the bathroom. It's too hot," you lie (again) with wrinkles in your forehead, then take an unsure step forward to move away from the balcony but her fingers squeeze your forearm gently stopping you from your escape.
"Is it Sukuna again? Is he bothering you?"
Fuck. Guilt shot through your chest, your teeth were sinking into your lip.
"I- no. I told him not to bother me, I'm not interested in the same annoying games from when we were six."
You sound convincing, enough for Nobara to let you go shaking her head in approval, along with a look that assures she's willing to fight anyone for you.
You slip out of her hand and behind the couch where the group of men are talking and yelling and chewing nachos too loud for any normal chewer.
Your heart beats fast, guilt, adrenaline and excitement is a dangerous cocktail that pushes you to search for Sukuna through the narrow corridor, lurking in the corners of the half-open doors. You were going through the bathroom when an unexpected force pulls your body inside, the force, now materialized as Sukuna, smashes you against the door without gentleness.
"Fuck you," you complain at the impact, wrinkling your nose.
"I might," Sukuna retorts, dark eyes set on your lips.
You clear your throat and fix your back, dry your hands on the denim of your shorts and force yourself to look him in the eye.
"This has to stop."
"What?" Sukuna asks, dangerously close to your mouth. His hands are around your head over the door preventing any escape and his cologne mixed with sweat numbs your senses.
"This," you point a finger at each other's bodies, between the little space between you two. "This! You, flirting with me..."
"Brat."
"Stop."
"We've done more than flirt."
He is smiling again, that smile that signals danger. That smile that shows his sharp fangs that could cut through the darkness. You clear your thoughts with a breath of air from his scent.
"It was just a kiss," you defend yourself with a hint of indignation, flashes of the scene of you on the stairs of Megumi's house detonating in your head.
"You gave me a handjob."
"Jesus."
Unfortunately, you did. You squeeze your eyes shut pushing out the memories of that bad decision along with a throbbing headache that threatens in your temples.
"Sukuna..."
He pulls your chin with two fingers, the action makes you snap your eyes open focused on his gaze and long lashes, your skin burning under his touch. He keeps looking at your mouth.
"I like it when you say my name," he confesses.
"Sukuna..." you can't help but call him back.
"Yeah, just like that."
Sukuna traces the line of your jaw with his soft lips, the shadow of a beard tickles your skin, his nose stumbles against your flesh as he creeps up to your ear painfully slow.
"I thought I'd return the favor," he murmurs, patting your pussy covered by the thick fabric of your shorts and you wonder if even through all the fabric he can feel the heat emanating from your core.
"You don't have to..." you stutter.
"You just keep calling my name."
Expert fingers remove the button and undo the zipper without wasting time, then push your panties aside and what he stumbles over makes him laugh unfunnily at the line of your throat.
"All this for me?" You try to stop him, have an excuse with which to defend yourself when you tell your version of events to your friend and push his hand away while at the same time moving your hips towards him. "This pussy is so wet just for me, for your bully? That's what you call me, isn't it?" he laughs again, the vibrations tangling in the back of your ear and in the wet strands of your hair. You swallow and think about Nobara, what she will say, how guilty you feel and the pain in your temples that is starting to become more noticeable.
Sukuna carefully slides a long finger between your folds making a mess of your pussy juices. He flicks your clit a little in tight circles, you spread your legs wider to give him permission.
Your head hits the door with a soft sound exposing your throat to him, the heat of Sukuna's body drowns you, increases the heat of the room in the form of steam and you feel you can't breathe as he keeps kissing, biting your neck, the piercing ball on his tongue is cold and slippery. One finger pushes inside your slippery pussy easily and a second follows.
"No marking," you remind him, gasping as he adjusts his wrist to go deeper and increase the pace.
Sukuna's kisses on your neck distract you, his tousled hair tickles you. His open mouth leaves kisses on the salty skin of your throat and he sucks and licks and bites at it in a way that makes you wish he made his mouth be somewhere else on your body.
You gasp weakly, his fingers moving in a different way inside you, the squelch of him fucking you hard against the bathroom door bouncing between the tiles and into your skull, all you can hear is his chuckle and how wet you are. Your body slips through the door but a hand on your waist forces you to stand closer to his body and it is only then that you realize how hard he is against your thigh.
Your gazes connect and he gives you that lopsided smirk. "There you go, attagirl."
You squeeze around his fingers, your arousal spilling out around them. You're panting like a dog, your mouth open and Sukuna has to force himself not to bend over and suck your tongue.
Suddenly someone tries to open the door, jiggling the doorknob and knocking desperately. "Hey!" Nobara. Your eyes widen, you try to stop Sukuna but his fingers keep abusing your poor pussy, maltiling a spot inside you.
"You're going to cum," Sukuna murmurs into your temples. "Bite me if you have to."
No! you move your lips without getting the word out, alarmed.
"You will. You are going to cum so hard on my fingers while you fantasize that it's my cock making you feel good," he whispers in your ear, biting it, the ball on his tongue rolling all over the lobe of your ear.
"Hey, baby? Are you there?" Nobara insists.
You can't. You want to run away from there, you want to resist it.
"What do you want, brat?" Sukuna raises his tone of voice.
Sukuna's body embraces you, he is everywhere, the girth of his cock presses against you and you can't help but remember that day. How wet he was from his precum, from your spit, you don't want to think about how big it was, how thick and how good it would feel stretching you.
"Open the door, Sukuna. If you have her there with you..."
You think you might cum with just the tip throbbing inside you, you've seen it before: it's thick and turns red just before he cum. Your fangs sink into his skin marking him, cumming silently as you think about how it would feel to finally have him sinking into you.
"I'm taking a fucking shower, if you want to see my dick just say so."
"You're disgusting." And you are more so. This can't happen again.
As soon as Nobara moves away from the door you push him off your body to go wash your face, the water cools your cheeks and neck but does nothing for your clouded thoughts.
"You..." You look at him, but he's licking his fingers, his pierced tongue licks them up and down and your eyes without permission go to his hard cock where there are now little wet spots. "I hate you."
You are ready to leave but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you close to his body.
"You can hate me all you want but that pussy of yours….” he smiles.
"Shut up."
You don't know how much more you could take of his dirty mouth without your face exploding with heat, you pull your arm and manage to escape his grip. Looking at him one last time before you open the door.
"Not even a kiss goodbye?"
"Ugh!"
You slam the door shut, trotting into the kitchen where you open the fridge and take out a bottle of water, which you immediately bring to your dry mouth. As you close the door, as if it were a ghost Nobara is waiting for you on the other side with arms crossed, making you choke on the water and immediately cough.
"Where were you?" She asks with a judging look examining you up and down.
"I was... looking for a charger."
"You've got to be fucking with me."
"What?"
"The hickey on your neck, smartass." Fuck! "You could at least pretend. Your fucking zipper is open, really, Sukuna?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
If global warming is a myth.. .why do you keep getting hotter every time I look at you? {cr. namuspromised}
Do you ever remember an unfinished and abandoned fic from years ago which touched you so deeply that it still sometimes resurfaces and lingers in your mind?
And you’re just like, dear unknown author, i hope you are doing well, wherever you are. It wasn’t finished but i loved it, thank you for your words.
i've had about 6 dreams that involve gerard way/mcr and im not sure what to do with it
mainly because i was at a hesitant alien concert last night in my dream and i woke up before he even started to sing so that pissed me off sooo bad
like the sohodolls and a girl band that started with a t were opening for him for and i sat through that,,, but whateveerrr
So I made a sticker using lyrics from the MCR song the jetset life is gonna kill you and I'm really proud
thinking about what mabel and ford have in common <3 sweaters, diaries, and bad breakups.
I’m not getting my hair played with right now and it’s honestly so homophobic
i've been tweening in alight motion and so far oliver has no arm, no head, and no hair
and loaf alice is just bouncing around
