mack being the most annoying spoiled baby brother nuisance ever i'm crying he's so funny
i still remember the interview aiden and mack did where they were asked about how they pushed each other's buttons. for mack, it was when aiden would leave things around or make a mess. for aiden, it was when mack bugged him whenever he was focused on doing something (mack: so i try to do it as much as possible <3)
(I'm so sorry …. but I can't manage to keep it short… hope you read it anyway )
You were sitting on the couch and looked up as he entered the apartment. "Hey, babe!" you smiled at him. But he just kicked off his shoes and went straight into the kitchen. "Haven't you cooked yet?" he said loudly.
He's visibly stressed and frustrated, his forehead furrowed in annoyance as he throws his keys on the counter. "Seriously? After the day I've had, you expect me to cook?" He turns to face you, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I just got back from dealing with those incompetent clergy idiots and all I want is a beer and some peace and quiet. Not to mention that I'm starving thanks to the lack of lunch. So how about you actually do something and whip up something to eat instead of just sitting there?" He crosses his arms, his chest heaving slightly as he glares at you, clearly ready to lash out even more if you don't comply.
His tone was harsh and his words stung. You knew Copia was the type to lash out when he was stressed and in a bad mood, but it still hurt. Perhaps you should have cooked something before he arrived. It would probably have made him happier. But you had also had a long day, and the thought of cooking after a hard day was not something you had looked forward to. You looked up at him in shock. "What?" you said irritably, staying on the couch.
Copia rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer, opening it with one hand. He took a big swig as he glared at you. "Is it too much to ask to have dinner ready after working all day and dealing with idiots? Is it, huh? "He asked bitterly.
You raised an eyebrow and looked at him before turning off the TV and standing up. Why don't you go in the kitchen and cook for yourself?" you replied angrily.
Copia frowned at your answer. He was not used to being spoken to, especially by you. He took another sip of his beer and then replied,
"Excuse me? Are you serious? I've just spent the whole day in church and all I want is a hot meal when I get home and you can't even manage that? What do you do all day anyway?"
"What do you mean? I was at work....just like you!" you replied. You could feel the tension surrounding him.
Copia rolled his eyes. "Oh, so you were at work? Well, let me ask you this: what do you actually do at work? Sitting around all day, taking coffee breaks and chatting to your colleagues, is that it? Meanwhile, I'm out here busting my ass running the church, dealing with idiots left and right, and when I ask for a hot meal, you can't even manage that?"
" Yes, I did! At work, and no, I did not spend my day sitting around," you said.
Cardinal Copia scoffed. "Oh, really? You were working? What exactly did you do? Did you solve any major problems? Did you chair any important meetings? Or did you just sit at your desk, answer a few emails and phone calls and pretend to be busy all day while I was out here doing the real work?"
" Shut up...don't take your frustration out on me!" you snapped.
Copia's eyes narrowed. "Don't snap at me! You have no right to talk back to me like that! I'm the one who's been working all day and all I'm asking for is a little consideration and decency from you! But no! You can't even do that. You just sit around doing nothing while I'm out there busting my ass for this church and for us.
You scoffed, shook your head and got up, walking towards the bedroom.
Copia watched you storm into the bedroom and rolled his eyes. He took another swig of his beer, then set it down on the counter with a clatter before following you.
As he entered the bedroom he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed over your chest. Copia let out an exasperated sigh. "What's your problem now? Are you going to give me the silent treatment now?"
" Fuck off!" you replied.
Copia's brow furrowed as he felt his patience wearing thin. He walked towards you, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"Do you really think you can speak to me like this? After all I've done for you and this church, I deserve a little more respect than that, don't you think? And to think I came home looking forward to a nice quiet meal with you..." He growled.
" What about all the things I have done for you!" you shouted back, getting up from the bed.
Copia raised an eyebrow, his expression cold. "Oh, really? You want to pretend you've done so much for me? Please enlighten me, what exactly have you done? Because all I see is you sitting here all day expecting everything to be handed to you while I'm the one doing the real work around here."
You sneered..." You are an asshole right now... and I do not like it!"
Copia's eyes narrowed in irritation and he took another step towards you, his jaw clenching as he spoke. "I'm an asshole because I expect a little consideration and appreciation for everything I do? Wow, okay. If I'm an asshole for wanting a damn meal after working my ass off all day, then so be it." He got angrier and angrier as the argument went on. The stress of the day was starting to get to him and he was taking it out on you.
You moved closer to him..." Well, you treat me like your goddamn maid!" your voice rose again.
Copia rolled his eyes, his anger rising to match your tone. "Oh, please! A maid? I never asked you to be a maid. You're the one who stays at home all damn day. All I want is for you to show a little gratitude and cook us a meal after I've been busting my ass in the church all day. Is that too much to ask?"
You pushed him back and tried to walk past him.
Copia stumbled back a few steps as you pushed him. He gritted his teeth, then grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him. "Where do you think you're going?" He growled.
" OUT!" you shouted back at him.
His grip on your arm tightened as he rolled his eyes. "Oh no, you're not. You're not going anywhere. This isn't the way to solve problems. Now stay here and deal with this like an adult." He tugged on your arm and pushed you back onto the bed, standing in front of you in a show of dominance.
You gasped as he towered over you.
Copia's anger got the better of him. "You will stay here and listen to me, like the obedient little woman you are supposed to be. I am the one in charge here and you will respect me and my authority. Do you understand?" He scowled, his eyes boring into yours, daring you to defy him again.
You glared at him. "NO...!" you tried to rise again.
Copia's patience broke. "No?" He pushed you back onto the bed and held you there. "You don't get to tell me 'no'. I've had enough of your attitude, your disrespect and your disobedience. You will listen to me and you will do as I say, do you understand?" He growled, his eyes dark with irritation and frustration.
He pushed you down on the bed, pinning your wrists above your head. His other hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, his fingers digging into your cheek. "I'm in no mood to play games with you tonight. You better show some respect or else..." He left his threat hanging in the air, his expression cold and unforgiving.
You felt his weight on top of you, holding you down..." Or what?"
Copia's eyes grew darker and his hand gripped your chin tighter. "Do I need to remind you who's in charge here? You're behaving like a spoiled, selfish little girl, and I've had enough. You think you can just push me around and tell me what to do, huh? Well, let me tell you something: you're mine. You belong to me and I will not tolerate this behaviour from you. Understand?" He growled, his eyes burning hot with anger.
You could not help but look up at him. "You really think you are in charge here?" you said, trying to pull your hands away from his grip.
Copia tightened his grip on your wrists and his fingers dug into your chin as he pinned you to the bed. "Yes, I am in charge, do you not understand to whom you are speaking? I am the Cardinal of the Church of Satan." He growled, his expression angry. "And you will do as I say, do you not get that through your thick skull? You must learn to show me some respect, little girl."
He let go of your wrist...and you took the opportunity to roll him onto his back.
Copia let out a grunt of surprise. He looked up at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance in his eyes. But he still tried to maintain his authority. "What are you...?"
You grabbed his throat, pressing it lightly with your thumb.
Copia's eyes widened in surprise as you grabbed his throat. He felt a slight pressure on his Adam's apple and froze. You pressed your thumb, not hard, but there was definitely strength behind it. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your thumb as he looked up at you, a mixture of irritation and uncertainty in his expression.
" How dare you speak to me like that, he?" you grumbled.
Copia glared up at you, his expression growing angrier by the second. He felt a mixture of anger and humiliation. Your hand on his throat was a reminder of how much control you now had over him, and he hated it. His fists clenched in frustration.
But he had had enough, his frustration reaching the breaking point. He couldn't stand being controlled and dominated. Anger burned in his eyes as he looked up at you, his fists still clenched tightly. He couldn't believe you were actually pinning him to the bed.
"Get off me, right now!" He growled, his voice rising. He tried to push you away, but your grip on his throat was tight and he couldn't move much with you on top of him.
" NO!" you snapped back...
Copia's anger boiled over. He could feel the rage building inside him, and he didn't care that you were in control of the situation right now. All he cared about was asserting his dominance and breaking free of your control. "You're going to get off me, and you're going to do it. Now." He snapped, his stare growing more intense. He tried to move, to break free, but your grip was too strong.
You let go of his throat and lay down on him." Oh, who is in control now, he?"
Copia felt a rush of relief as you released your grip on his throat, but he was still angry. He glared up at you, his mouth set in a hard line, his fists still clenched tightly.
"You think you have all the control, do you? Just because you pinned me down, you think you have the upper hand?" He growled, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Copia's eyes narrowed as you leaned over and stroked his nose with yours. Your hand running down his neck sent a slight shiver down his spine, but he didn't dare show it. He kept staring up at you, his fists still clenched tightly under the weight of your body. "Don't get too cocky," he snapped, his tone frosty. "Pinning me down like that doesn't give you any real power, you know."
You chuckled and sat up, grabbing his shirt and ripping it open.
Copia's eyes widened in surprise as you exposed his bare chest. His breath caught for a moment as he felt the rush of cool air over his skin, followed by a wave of vulnerability. There was something strangely exciting about being so exposed, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with irritation.
"What... what are you doing?" He managed to stammer out, his eyes still on yours as his body tensed. He didn't understand why you were doing this, but he was curious to see where this was going, even though he was still angry with you.
You leaned down and kissed his chest, moaning as you did so... "Mhh...so obedient!"
Copia's heart pounded in his chest as you kissed his chest, followed by your words. He was still irritated and angry about the situation, but the feeling drove all his frustration away. He tried to stay angry, but the soft touch of your lips and the way you said those words made it very difficult.
"I'm not... obedient," he managed to snap back, but the edge to his tone was lost to the pleasure he felt. His fists clenched tightly against the sheets beneath him.
But you chuckled and began to work on his trousers, pulling them down.
His breath caught in his chest and he felt a wave of anticipation mix with his irritation. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he couldn't deny that it was exciting, no matter how angry he was at you right now.
"What are you... what do you think you're doing?" He asked, his voice a mixture of annoyance and desire.
You crawled back to him..." Ohh, I prove to you that I am in charge!"
His chest heaved as you crawled back to him, your words echoing in his mind. His eyes watched you, his expression a mixture of irritation and excitement. He gritted his teeth, his fists still clenching the sheets.
"You think this proves anything?" He managed to answer, his voice hoarse and low, giving away some of the excitement.
He grabbed your hips and rolled on top of you, beginning to undress you. "Now you see who is in charge, sweetheart," Copia growled.
The sudden shift in position took you by surprise as he grabbed your hips and rolled on top of you, his hands already working on undressing you. His sudden assertiveness took hold of you, igniting a fire inside of you, just as his excitement had done to him.
"You think you can just take charge like that?" You snapped, even though you didn't really believe your own words.
Copia paused for a moment, his hands still working on undressing you. He looked at you, his eyes dark with authority and desire. "I'm not playing games here, do you understand?" He growled, his words laced with an undeniable sense of power. "Now, let me finish undressing you, and maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll let you have some fun too."
You let your hand snap up at him. Copia's breath caught as your hand came up and gripped his neck, cutting off his air supply for a moment. He felt an unexpected rush of pleasure mixed with slight fear as your fingers gripped him. He tried to maintain his authoritative gaze, knowing that he was the one who should be in charge, but there was no question who had the power at this moment. His excitement grew as he looked down at you, his hands momentarily frozen.
" Enough!", Copia snapped... and ripped your panties off...
The sudden movement of Copia ripping your panties off brought a quick jolt of arousal mixed with a slight confusion, not expecting the action.
He was on top now, his need to have power and control over you growing stronger now that he had you pinned underneath him. The fire inside him grew hotter by the moment and he felt his excitement clouding his judgement.
He looked at you and narrowed his eyes, his words coming out through a mixture of excitement and irritation. "Don't try to control the situation now. You've had your chance, now it's my turn."
His gaze fixed on your face as he positioned himself between your legs, his body taut with anticipation. His hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as if to reassure you who was in charge. He was ready to take control and assert his dominance over you, no matter how much you resisted.
His body pressed against yours, pinning you to the bed. He couldn't deny the excitement he felt as his eyes locked on yours, his excitement and anger mixing into a very potent cocktail. He just needed to regain the control he felt slipping away earlier. "Go on...fuck me!" you said. Copia was taken aback by your blunt words, his eyes widening slightly. He held your gaze for a moment, seeing the challenge and excitement in your eyes. His anger mixed with his undeniable excitement, and with a mixture of irritation, he replied. "I will make you regret those words."
His grip on your wrists tightened as he leaned closer, his voice deep and threatening. "Oh, I think you'll find this far from pleasant." With that, he thrust into you, hard and fast, giving you no chance to adjust. He began a brutal pace, each thrust of his hips driving him deeper, his face a mask of concentration and barely contained rage. "You want to play at being dominant? Fine. I'll show you what real power looks like." He growled, his breath hot against your ear.
Your free hand grabbed his arm... as you grinned up at him. "Oh yeah... I love it when you get angry," you moaned.
He growled in response, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, each one punctuated by a harsh grunt. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Getting off on pushing my buttons?" He snapped his hips in a vicious rhythm, the bed creaking beneath you. "I'll give you exactly what you want." His other hand found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with just the right pressure to send sparks through your body.
You cried out in pleasure and threw your head back, your anger long gone, all you wanted was for him to never stop.
His eyes darkened, drinking in the sight of you writhing beneath him, lost in ecstasy. "That's it, scream for me," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Let everyone know who's in charge here." He pounded into you relentlessly, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. Just when you thought he'd reached his peak, he pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach and pushing you onto your knees. Before you could catch your breath, he slammed back in, his length reaching depths that made you see stars.
You grabbed the sheets...looked back at him over your shoulder..." Oh fuck babe!"
He grinned, a wild look in his eyes. "Babe, huh?" He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Why don't you give me a real name to call when you're begging for more?" His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he picked up the pace, the head of his cock rubbing against that spot inside you that was blurring your vision. "Come on, scream it out. Tell me who fucks you like that." The words were harsh, but his touch remained gentle, almost tender, as he stroked your inner walls with deliberate precision. Copia's grip on your hair tightened, holding your head in place as he drilled into you, his thrusts becoming erratic, on the verge of his own release. "Do it. Now!" he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Say my name!"
Your whole body shuddered and you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure..." COPIA!"
A growl of triumph left his throat at the sound of his name on your lips.
"COpia....dont stop...dont stop!" you cried needy.... "I'm close!"
He continued his relentless assault, driving into you with powerful, measured strokes. "Do it baby. Cum for me. Now." His words were a dark promise, a command that left no room for argument. His free hand found your clit, rubbing in firm, fast circles that brought you to the edge. "Let go, I've got you." And with that, he slammed into you one last time, hitting that magic spot inside you and sending you flying over the cliff. Your orgasm crashed through you, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure tore through your core. Copia's own release followed soon after, his seed spilling deep inside you in hot, pulsing spurts. He collapsed on top of you, both of you gasping for breath.
You rolled onto your back and took him in your arms... kissing his temple.
He nuzzled into your embrace, his breathing slowing as he savoured the afterglow. For a moment, the anger and stress melted away, replaced by a deep connection and affection. "Hey," he murmured, "that was... intense." A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Maybe next time we can try this with better foreplay, hmm?" His fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, a soothing balm after the passionate storm. "I love you, you know that, don't you?" His words were soft, almost vulnerable.
" Yes...!" you whispered, "I love you too!"
He smiled, a rare, genuine expression of warmth and contentment. "Good." He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now let's get cleaned up and order some food. I'm starving." His tone was light, teasing, but there was a tenderness to it, a sense of comfort and understanding that only came from sharing such an intimate moment. Together you could face whatever life threw at you. As he rolled off of you and stood, offering a hand to help you up, Copia knew that despite the chaos, he was right where he belonged. With you. Always.
Ah, you'll have to go over to twit to see the entire thing, but I'll say that when you initiate a session with Killer by literally biting him on the ass, it'll get a little rough.
Took melatonin earlier to sleep better after a very long time and, you know what? I did sleep better. Maybe an hour more than recently but I also feel more restful.
Not only that but I remember having this weird dream and Sukuna (first form in his white kimono) was in it. He never said anything to me but I saw him from different perspectives and at one point he was looking at me from the corner of his eye(s). No any evil look etc. Just neutral.
I woke up and instantly realized I've seen this exact same dream easily over 20 years ago! No Sukuna excisted back then! And yet he was in the dream then, too.
Anyone who's been following me a long time propably knows / has seen me say this before but: this is not the first time this has happened. I keep dreaming about the same dreams every once in a while, usually decades later, which I've seen already back in the days when I was a teenager (80's - 90's). These dreams always have hold a character in them who did not exist back then, but exist now - and still somehow I was able to "see / meet" them. It's fascinating to say the least :)
