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Wifeplay where you have sex with your wife who loves you and you love her
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
made me feel just a little better
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will
bully!gojo's real apology.
cw: chastity/cock cage
you skipped school the next day, knowing that gojo was going to do his best to try and talk to you. you really just weren't up for that conversation. instead, you spent the day at home going over some work and organising your room.
after getting ready for bed, you pick up your phone to see a notification from an unknown number. even though you had blocked gojo on everything, of course he found a way.
you sit on your bed and open the message, a single video with a black screen. when you press play, gojo's hand comes off the camera, revealing himself.
except, he isn't wearing anything. like, nothing. he is on his floor, kneeling with his legs spread so you can see his cock weeping between him. from the way his face flushes and his legs shake, you can tell he's probably been at this for a while. he takes stuttering breaths and you can't bring yourself to look away just yet.
"h-hey, beautiful." he says, voice all high and desperate. his hips seem to buck into the air without his permission. has he been edging himself?
"i haven't cum, all day, b-but i've been p-playing with myself, for you." he says. you can see now the way his cock is so red, so hard it looks like it hurts. "i, i don't deserve it."
he shudders as he reaches over to grab something, something pink? and, oh my goodness, is that a cage?
"this is new, i bought it today. it, it has a three number lock." he leans forward to put it in front of the camera. "that means, that means one thousand different combinations."
he reaches into the box the cage seemingly came from, pulling out a piece of paper. he doesn't look at it, placing it in front of the camera for you to see. 494.
he then rips up the paper and throws it into the air, the number obliterated.
"o-only you know the code, okay? i, i'm not gonna check, i promise."
he then uses his shaky hands to fit the cage onto his cock. he curses softly, and you watch as he stuffs his dick into this tiny little contraption. it's takes a while but he finally does it, locking it up.
"i, i'm not allowed to come out until you f-forgive me. i'll be good, i p-promise. no more being bad." he practically whimpers, body sweaty and still needy, however without any pleasure or satisfaction.
he picks up the camera and zooms in on his caged cock, before zooming back out to his face.
"please, please forgive me baby. i am so stupid, i shouldn't, shouldn't speak again. i won't touch myself until you let me, okay? i won't fuck anything until you let me."
you let out a shaky breath, trying to ignore the neediness of your pussy, how empty you feel.
gojo cuts off the video and the screen turns black again. fuck, he really is sorry, isn't he?
love arranged marriage unfortunately. the idea of being married to a knight who's not even in the city, but away on the front lines. it's a benefit for your family, so they dont even question sending you to his home to await his return...
you meet him three months into the arrangement. He arrives after the sun has already set, his features set strong in the candlelight. His body is heavy with exhaustion and tension, his eyes dull and tired.
you've grown to hate this place, this castle gifted to him for war victories. The halls are barren, the garden yet to bloom. The maids are pleasant, but they keep their distance, as if you'll strike. Maybe your husband is the kind to hit. You wouldn't know.
When he looks at you, it's only in short bursts, his eyes suddenly low. There's a long stretch of silence between you and you consider introducing yourself, but decide against it. He knows who you are.
"The maid is drawing me a bath," he says suddenly and a sick feeling pours over you. This day was always coming, but you aren't sure you're ready to lay under a stranger.
"Am I expected to join?" you ask and his nose crinkles.
"No." He steps back and away. His departure is brisk and driven. You retire for the night by yourself and awake alone. Your husband is set to leave again in a few hours; a few soldiers have already gathered in the front garden.
"Don't you wish to give your new wife a goodbye?" one asks, unaware of your open window. "One night and you've already had your fill? Or has she been filled too much?"
"I refuse to believe she is real!" says another. "What kind of woman has worn down our brute and turned him into a family man? Should we expect a gaggle of children in the upcoming year?"
Your husband growls. "You will leave the poor lamb alone. She suffers enough."
That softens you. Just a bit. You rise from you bed and go to the window, leaning out enough to catch the men's attention.
"Until next time."
He watches you, expression caught between more emotions that you can count, then turns his gaze back to his mount. The two men share a look, wide, wide grins on their faces.
"Until next time," he repeats back.
the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again
the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again
"the most unrealistic thing about project hail mary is that a woman is in charge" WRONG look up the glass cliff. women are much more likely to be promoted to positions of power when things are going poorly and people need a woman to blame. she refers to herself as the "world's whipping boy." the person put in the position to have to commit ecological and humanitarian crimes of that scale in order to save the earth would only ever be a woman.
missing The Character is a strange thing because yea there's always the option to go back to their source material or looking at art or reading fics but it's also like i can't just call them up like i would a friend to see how they're doing and that's the frustrating part of it
I love being alone <- girl who has known nothing but loneliness her entire life and so has no choice but to take comfort in it
touch starved infant leaves hospital after contactless delivery
that baby went straight through the hoop. nothing but net
swish
project hail mary but gojo (i havent watched it)
