genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
friend whos always planning everything: hey guys lets do something this week!! when are you all available?
friend whos always available: i can do whenever
friend whos constantly busy: im sorry i have work and then school and then the labyrinth and then more work :( i can do tuesday at 3:00 am for five minutes tho
friend with the randomly generated sleep schedule: (no response)
friend who went missing in the woods behind their house 12 years ago and hasn't been heard from since: (no response)
friend whos really into genshin impact: does anyone want to play genshin impact
18+ dating a guy who’s loved by half the population specially girls is exhausting sometimes. because they'd always stop him during dates for pictures just to cling onto his arm a little too long. waitresses suddenly start acting sweeter when they recognize him, strangers whispers about how attractive he is right in front of you like you aren’t there. and after a while, you had learned to live with it.
but every single time, he makes it impossible for anyone else to miss the fact that he’s yours. he pulls you closer. wraps his hand around your waist, kisses your temple, introducing you with this proud little "this is my girlfriend." until they stop. sometimes he’ll look at you with this stupidly soft expression while people are still staring at him, and suddenly you’re the one getting all the attention instead.
because for someone everyone wants, he only ever seems to look at you.
which is why the internet loses its mind when he posts you for the first time. not a hidden face or a soft launch, but an actual photo of you together. the one with his arm around your shoulders while you laugh at something off camera, completely unaware he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.
he tells you over and over not to read the comments, but you do anyway, scrolling through people asking who even are you or why he’s dating you at all until he catches you. he sighs softly, and pulls you into his lap. “baby,” he murmurs against your hair, “why are you listening to people who don’t know me when i’m right here loving you?”
as he was about to take your phone away from your hands, his eyes reach one particular comment that said, "i've met them irl and when i swear to god he sounded so annoyed with her."
he gently takes your phone, sets it aside, and captures the hand that was holding it. his fingers slide between yours, interlocking them in a firm, possessive grip. He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before bringing his lips to your ear.
"they don't know what i sound like when i'm inside you, do they?"
his voice low against your ear. you shiver as his warm breath tickles your skin, your body instinctively leaning into his touch. "well, they don't know anything," you whisper back, your voice barely audible.
he chuckles softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. "exactly." His lips trace a path from your earlobe to your jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make your toes curl. when he reaches your neck, he nips at the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to leave a faint mark - a claim for anyone who might see.
you gasp at the slight sting, tilting your head to give him better access. "someone might see that," you manage to say between breaths.
"someone should see that." he murmurs against your skin before returning to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue teases yours as his hands begin their exploration - one cupping your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch, while the other works at the buttons of your shirt.
"let them see," he says between kisses, finally undoing the last button and pushing the fabric from your shoulders. "and wonder why I'd ever look at anyone else when I have you."
your bra follows quickly, his warm hands immediately replacing the lace as he palms your breasts. "you're so perfect," he breathes, thumbing your nipples again. "absolutely perfect."
his mouth trails down your neck once more, this time lower, taking one nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Your back arches instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips as his other hand works at removing your skirt and panties in one smooth motion.
when you're completely bare before him, he pulls back slightly, "you know what you are to me?" his eyes dark with desire as they roam over every inch of you. "a goddess," he whispers, tracing his fingers down your stomach. "that's what you are. and I'm the luckiest man alive to worship at your altar."
he shifts beneath you. you can feel his hardness pressing against you through his jeans. "so, my goddess, tell me what you want." he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he positions you over him. "i'll do anything for you."
you bite your lip, reaching down to palm his erection through the denim. "you," you say simply. "just you."
with a groan, he lifts you, but not to free himself. Instead, he repositions you until your dripping sex is hovering directly in front of his face. His eyes darken as he stares at your glistening folds, his breath warm against your sensitive skin.
"fuck, look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "all mine to worship."
Hhs hands grip your hips tighter as he pulls you closer, his tongue darting out to taste you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as he licks a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. one hand leaves your hip to roughly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers.
"you taste so fucking good," he groans against your core. "i could eat this sweet pussy all night."
his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicks rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against his face as he devours you. His other hand joins the first, roughly kneading both breasts as you ride his face.
"that's it, my goddess," he encourages, his words muffled against your flesh. "use my face. fucking ride it."
his tongue plunges into your entrance, fucking you in rhythm with your grinding hips. the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex fill the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans. gis nose presses against your clit as he tongue-fucks you deeper, his hands still roughly massaging your breasts.
"mine," he whispers against your clit. "all mine."
"yours," you gasp back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you match his pace. "always yours." he always knows how to help you forget something that upsets you.
pt two of this fic
sukuna wakes up alone in the morning and is woken up by the sound of pots clanging and hushed chatter. he's on the couch but it's not yours. he doesn't remember the night much but he does remember being drunk and that girl kissing him. she looked an awful lot like you. so much so that when he pushed her away and rubbed the remnants of her gloss off her lips, he immediately headed for your apartment. he rubs his eyes in annoyance and looks up to find gojo bickering with geto about what to cook along with toji and choso sitting at the table passing a joint back and forth.
"can you idiots be any louder this damn early in the morning?" sukuna complains from where he laid on the couch. he's now come to realize that he crashed the night on gojo's couch. but he can only wonder how he got here; did you come with him?
"it's almost one, jackass— about time you got up," gojo calls from the kitchen, putting the pots away and deciding to just order door dash.
"yeah, yeah," sukuna grumbles. "pass me my phone will ya? my head's killing me." he watches as gojo and geto look at each other, a look of worry plastered on their faces. the two exchange looks and communicate wordlessly and sukuna is just about tired of it. "earth to dumb and dumber? i said where's my cell, i gotta text yn."
"uh," gojo starts, "what do you want for breakfast?"
"satoru's paying!" geto adds on with a smile that is a little too wide to be genuine.
"what are you two morons talking about?" sukuna says, starting to get irritated.
"yeah, there's no need to sugar coat it," toji says. he picks up sukuna's phone from the countertop and holds it up before tossing it to where sukuna is still laying on the couch. "go ahead, man; see if u can even still text her."
sukuna catches the phone and mutters under his breath, "what the hell are you-" he stops short at the sight of you message.
it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.
suddenly, he's wide awake and disregards how his friends mutter about him a couple of feet away. he scrambles to get his phone opened and onto your contact. he reads the message over and over again and just when he sends his own message, the text bubble goes green. he sends some more, asking you what you were talking about and what happened last night. all his messages go green. he tries to call you and is only met with an automated voice message telling him your number could not be reached. he damn near threw his phone right back at toji's face.
pretty baby
it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.
ryomen s.
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what r u talking about
tf???
yn answer your phone what is going on
"what's up with yn's phone?" sukuna asks. "she turn it off or something?"
"maybe just for you," choso mutters.
"the hell did you just say to me?"
"listen sukuna," geto starts, not wanting the situation to escalate. "even you have to admit, you had this coming-"
"had what coming?" sukuna interrupts, now getting up from the couch and standing at his full height. "what the fuck is going on?"
"don't play the idiot now," toji says, "you seriously gonna pretend like you don't understand where she's coming from?"
"why are you talking like you know more about her than i do?"
"oh please— you're not exactly a tough act to follow, sukuna."
sukuna walks up to toji, challenging him to say anything more. "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"it means you treat your 'girlfriend' like shit and everyone knows it." everyone's voices erupt as sukuna grabs the front of toji's shirt in a tight fist. gojo tries to step between them but sukuna only pushes him away with his free arm. "don't bother," toji says, still indifferent to the man in front of him, "he's just pissy because he knows im right. go ahead, punch me and prove me right. that you're just some asshole that yn was too good for."
sukuna clenched his jaw at toji's comment but ultimately lets go of his shirt with a rush shove. sukuna backs away as toji brushed away the wrinkles in his shirt. "now beat it, don't you have to pick up your shit from her place anyways?"
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sukuna shows up at your place with a busted lip and a dark bruise on his cheekbone. despite the fact that you left his things outside in a box, he continues to knock on your door and ring your doorbell. this has been going on for ten minutes.
"yn!" he calls from the other side of the door. "i know you have a class at two so you're gonna have to come out eventually."
at this point, you were contemplating jumping out the window and running to class. you stand in front of the door and glance at the clock reading 1:40. you sigh and come up with a simple plan; open the door, ignore him, and head to class without a single thought of him on your mind. but the second you open the door, you are reminded just how huge your boyfriend is. or, you suppose, ex-boyfriend. the man is towering over you and practically blocking the entire doorway. with how close you were standing next to him now, you can see how bad his injuries really are. you push away your thoughts of concern and lock the door behind you before you try and sidestep away from sukuna. that is until he grabs your arm.
"hey don't ignore me." his grip on your arm is firm but once you pull away from him, he lets go as if you've burned him. as if he remembered his own strength. you hear him mumble something along the lines of an awkward apology before he meets your gaze again. "can we just talk? for a second, please."
"what's there to talk about? your shit's right here," you say as you kick the box at your feet, "and i don't know how much clearer i could be in my text."
"that's just it," sukuna says, his frustration growing with the second. "a text? are you fucking with me- that's how you planned on ending things with me?"
"and what exactly did you think you deserved?" you ask incredulously. "flowers? a big sign like im asking you to fucking prom?"
"i expected way more than a fucking text."
"and i expected more out of you when we got together. guess we're both disappointed." your words and tone are final, leaving no room for argument. you move to the side once more, remembering the class you were now running late for. sukuna once again blocks your way and the desperate look on his face irritates you more than it does make you feel guilty. "get out of my way, sukuna. there's nothing else to talk about here."
"listen to me, please. i know— i know i wasn't the best boyfriend-"
"i don't even think you acted like a proper boyfriend once-"
"but i know that i loved you. that i still love you, so please. let me fix this, i know im just an asshole and i know you deserve so much better than me but im begging you here, baby. just let me try one more time, i know i can be better for you."
now, sukuna has dropped to his knees in front of you. he takes your hands in his in a final act of desperation. for the first time in months, he is in front of you sober and you know that if you asked, he would rip out his own heart for you.
you narrow your eyes at the sight in front of you; even with him kneeling he is almost at your height. but nevertheless, you knew that you deserved better than this, better than him. so you take your hands out of his grasp and turn away. just before walking away completely, you turn to look at him over your shoulder. "you better be out of here when i get back, sukuna. this time, i mean it."
ok boom!! this is my protest against my writing slump LOL ill mayhaps make a part three of sukuna trying to win us back but im ngl.. if my bf was kissing other girls, i am NAWT taking his ass back ദ്ദി( T ᗜ T ) divider creds to @/chrisssiren
Satoru had been floating endlessly, it seemed. He didn't feel pain or hunger or anything, for that matter. Which was... odd to say the least because just moments ago he'd felt a searing pain. But now? Nothing. An endless void. Absolute nothingness.
There was a light. Not bright, just soft enough to beckon him closer. And he'd wanted to- he had almost gone to it but then he'd heard your voice. So sweet, so soft-
Instantly, he'd turned away from the light and dived back into the darkness. Only your voice leading him through.
He wasn't sure how long he'd followed it but now he was here. Standing in the middle of his living room. The home he'd once shared with you. He called out your name but his voice was so distant and echoey to himself even.
He walked through the house, trying to find you and he finally did. Sitting on the edge of the bed that seemed too big for just one person. He called out your name again but you didn't look up. He rushed to you, to hold your hands but his fingers just turned to smoke and passed through yours.
"Baby? Baby, I'm right here-" He knelt down, trying to touch your face but he couldn't.
You were leaning over, his white blindfold was wrapped tightly around your hand and you were crying. The only sound in the room was that of your little hiccups.
"Sweetheart- Please- I'm right here-" Satoru's voice wavered as well. He moved closer still to hear what you were mumbling. What he heard, broke his heart even more.
"You weren't supposed to leave me-" You sobbed, clutching his blindfold. "How could you leave me?"
"I didn't-" He whispered then all the realization came downing on him.
He gasped no and stood up, stumbling backwards. No, no, no-
"Everyone keeps saying you died a hero-" You cried because you just couldn't stop. "But I didn't a he- hero-" You hiccuped, "I wanted my husband to come home."
Satoru watched you cry yourself to sleep. Curled up on your side, taking up as little space as possible.
The days or weeks that followed, helped him piece together things. He'd been dead for two months now. Things were better, normal, safer. Life was moving on for most of the survivors. And you? You were putting on a very brave front for everyone else to see.
His closet was still untouched but every few days, you'd pick out a piece of cloth and keep it with you until it lost his scent, and then folded it to a donate pile.
The worst of all was hearing his own voice. Every few hours, you'd dial his number and hear his voice.
Hello! You've reached the strongest. Leave a message after the beep. Unless you're my beautiful wife, then why are you calling me and why aren't you with me?
You'd let out a watery laugh every time you'd listen to it and leave a little message of how you missed him and tell him about your day.
The ghost of Satoru Gojo followed you around for five months. Until his birthday.
He watched you go through the motions. Come home, take off your clothes, shower, pluck out one of his clothes to wear to have yourself smell like him then eat barely enough to survive and sleep. However, something felt very off today.
He watched you come home, and instead of getting ready for a shower, you started to fill the bath. And not your usual hotter than hell water- No. He watched you fill it with ice cold water. He followed you around, confused-
Like always, his blindfold was wrapped around your hand and wrist. The bath filled behind you and you sighed, leaning over the sink.
"Happy birthday, baby." You whispered to yourself then looked up. You looked so different now. You skin was duller, your cheeks hollow, your eyes surrounded by dark circles. You tried giving yourself a smile but it felt like mockery at this point. You took a breath and leaned over to turn off the tap that was filling the tub.
You opened the mirror cabinet above the skin and took out all the medicines that were in there. Various painkillers, flu medication, anxiety pills- Everything.
"Sweetheart?" Satoru swallowed, "Babe- What are you-" He couldn't even word it out. He felt a horrid feeling creep across his smoky form and he didn't like it one bit.
He watched in horror as you filled a glass of water and take all the pills, one by one by one-
Satoru tried screaming your name, trying to make you stop- But it was all for nought. He simply phased through you.
Once you started to feel dizzy and weird, you sat into the cold bath fully clothed. The sudden change in temperature made your breath stall but still, you forced yourself to breathe. Your eyes were so heavy and you leaned your head back.
Satoru was screaming at the top of his lungs- Like an animal caught in a trap- But it was no use. No one, nothing could hear him.
For months, he'd watched you. Watched you smile at Yuuji that you were doing okay, lie to Megumi that you were eating, tell Shoko that you were doing your exercises. And a part of him was starting to believe that maybe a part of you was starting to heal. But all that was completely undone right now.
"Can't do another day without you." You whispered as you head lulled to the side.
Satoru fell to his knees, trying to make your head straight again, but his hands just kept passing through like smoke.
"Please- Please- If there's a god, any god, let me save her. Please-" He begged desperately as you eyes got droopy and you slid deeper into the tub.
He hated himself for getting such a large one made. When you'd gotten married, he'd had this massive tub installed because he had plans to bathe with you as often as possible and have sex in it without worrying for space. But right now, he wished that he'd never gotten the infernal thing made.
"Please. Someone. Anyone -" He sobbed and then suddenly, the room tilted. His breath caught and he looked down. His hands weren't as see through anymore. He tried to grab at you again, he still phased through but this time he felt your fading warmth.
That was something.
He kept pushing and pushing but time was running out and it was running out quickly. He tried all his techniques and then as a last ditch effort, he whispered his domain.
The air changed in the bathroom and he felt more solid.
"Sweetheart?" He said shakily, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek. He gasped when he finally made contact.
You looked up, blinked slowly. Your eyes red and dilated. "Satoru?" You managed a smile, "I'm coming, baby." You slurred and your head fell backwards again, your body slipping into the water completely.
Satoru screamed no and as he lunged forward, the domain broke and he turned translucent again.
He watched with exceptional dread as bubbles floated to the surface and then slowly stopped altogether. Your body, unmoving then gently floating up to the surface. You looked at peace, finally. Your expression was eased. Open. Like you were asleep without nightmares plaguing you.
He stayed on his knees, franctically looking around, hoping that your soul would join him in this in-between of worlds. But soon enough, the horror settled in.
Satoru Gojo had rejected the light and followed your voice. You, however, had no one calling for you, so why would you not go into the afterlife?
"Please... please don't let me lose her twice." He cried out for someone to hear his plea, to grant him this one singular mercy. But nothing happened.
Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, and his curse to be forever lonesome, persisted even in the end of all ends.
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