You thought you wouldn’t get such sweet and intimate aftercare from your roommate, Sukuna, but oh honey how you were very much wrong.
Wrinkled bedsheets, pillows on the floor, the lingering smell of passion and desire, messy hair, the sound of heavy breaths, and his playlist still playing in the background.
You couldn’t believe it, your roommate has almost fucked the soul out of your body. How many rounds did you two take? Two, three, four? Shit, you couldn’t count anymore. How can you even count when you can’t even think well anymore?
Thought what he said about fucking you until you can’t think about anything else anymore was a joke? Fuck no, he was serious, and you underestimated him.
Now you’re stuck in bed, body so fucking sore that you couldn’t move without your muscles aching.
That’s when you realized, where did Sukuna go? Did he leave you alone to deal with the soreness alone?
“Fucking jerk, knew he was a playb—“ You got interrupted as the door opened, revealing a nonchalant Sukuna with a face so casual like he didn’t turn your limbs into jelly!
“What’s with that look on your face, woman? Thought I’d leave you to deal with this?” He said, reaching out for the water jug and poured a glass of water for you.
You didn’t answer, instead, you took the glass of water and chugged the whole glass down. It made him amused by the sight.
“You’re like a feisty cat who’s been provoked.” He smirked, pouring another glass of water and handing it to you. “Here, drink up, you must be dehydrated after getting all creampied inside.”
You spat out your drink after he finished that sentence, why did he have to mention that right now?!
You shot a glare at him, “Of course I’m dehydrated, I nearly blacked out due to your soul crushing thrusts!”
He chuckled, then he suddenly stood up and swiftly held you in his arm. Yes not plural form, he was holding you using just one arm.
“Gah! Let me go! I’m filthy and sweaty and—“
“That’s why I’m taking you to the bathroom to give you a bath, woman.”
You tried to protest, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but you know him, he wouldn’t even budge.
“I’m gonna take care of you tonight, and that’s final. Got it?” He turned on the water, making sure it was the right temperature that you prefer.
“Ugh fine then..”
“That’s my favorite girl.” He kissed you on the forehead, lathering the shampoo in his hands as he started to massage your scalp.
God Sukuna can be such a brute, but when it comes to you, he’s a complete softie, it’s unbelievable.
Y/N: You’re such a good friend, Shadow Milk, I admire you greatly.
Shadow Milk: Um, news flash! Im doing this all for me, you’re just a small factor in a muuuch greater plan! I would never really be your friend! Ptuey! The audacity!
Later in the spire of deceit, Shadow Milk is on his bed kicking his legs, blushing and giggling, surrounded by pictures and dolls of Y/N. He’s replaying the memory in his mind while he sews another one.
Black sapphire in the doorway with candy apple behind him: uh.. master?
His form erupts into a dark spiky mass with blue eyes to hide all the items around him.
In the nurses office at SDN, Robert was trying his absolute best to ignore the fact that while he was putting his shirt back on, most of the Z team was listening in from the hallway.
"It's called erythema ab igne" The nurse explained.
"Nurse says he's not turning into a zombie!" Sonar's screech echoed from the hallway, followed by relieved cheers from his team of idiots.
Robert kept a completely professional face while the nurse paused, looked at the door, then apparently decided to follow Robert's lead and ignore them.
"Right. It's a type of rash, also known as 'toasted skin syndrome' and usually comes from prolonged exposure to low heat sources like a hot water bottle or a heating pad. Have you been making use of anything like that lately?"
Robert froze for a second, before answering, "…yes. I've been using a heating pad. It's been cold out."
Out in the hallway, Sonar's 'Ohohoho!' was clearly audible.
'What? What's she saying? Is it a new STD?'
'Please don't tell me our dispatcher is patient zero for a new mutant std!'
The nurse plowed ahead, "Well, try to give it a break and it should fade on its own. And in future try keeping use of your heating pad to an hour at a time."
"Understood."
"I can give you a cream to help speed up the process-"
"No need," Robert stood, tucking his shirt in. "Thanks for the help, I'll just get out of your hair." He speedwalked to the door, threw it open and pushed through the pile of Z-team members, dodging Golem's massive form and fleeing the hallway. Flambae followed.
He caught up to him outside the supply closet. "Why didn't you tell me this was a thing?" Robert hissed.
"Thing, what thing? I'm not a doctor why would I know this was a thing?
"A heat rash. Caused by extended skin contact against a heat source. You're telling me this hasn't happened with anyone else?"
"No! No one else has blamed me for giving them a rash, other than carpet burn but that was like in a sexy way!"
Robert groaned. He wanted to lean up against the wide, heaving chest in front of him giving off delicious heat but instead he leaned back.
"Really."
"Yes, Bob-Bob really! Anyway you said extended! Well no one's been around as long, not in my bed. Just you!" He huffed and turned away, crossing his arms. Robert just looked at him.
"Really. No one?"
"I said what I said, I won't say it again bitch."
"Okay. Sorry, I- you're gonna have to turn down the heat at night. At least while we're sleeping."
"Is that what the nurse said? That you should go back on crazy high pain meds all the time and stop sleeping with your boyfriend?"
"That's not what- we didn't get into it. Just that I need to stay away from heat for a while. Until my skin heals."
The first loop made him think he had some dream that came true and now he was re-living it in real time.
Then it happened again. This wasn't normal. He called the police and said there will be a shooter at the festival, they didn't believe him. It happened all again.
At the fifth time he stopped trying to get the police involved and tried to make sure Leah wouldn't go there. Three times he made sure that Jack and his girlfriend weren't at the Festival and yet every time she died for a different reason. But died.
The sibling tried every time to prolong their father's life and it hurt Robby the same way with each loop.
He stopped Dana from being hit. But when he did, another person got the hit or Danna fell over.
The kids died, the parents cried.
Why was he even in this loop when nothing could be changed? What was he missing?
What also never changed was Whitaker finding him at the lowest moment. He changed places for his panic attacks but Dennis still somehow found him. It was also a part of the loop.
At first he thought: how cute, does this boy think he can help me?
But after probably the 50th loop or more it changed. He started to look for Dennis, hoping the boy would find him. Every panic attack he was looking for that boy: will you come to me again? Let me hold your hand?
Robby became obsessed.
Was it already two months of the same day? Three? The man didn't know and started to care less. Why try when the same day will come again? Why?
All he needed was Dennis by his side, the sweet boy who looked scared and didn't even know the day was on repeat.
There were some loops, where the first thing he did was hug Dennis to welcome him. Confusing everyone even the boy. Mostly the boy.
One time he went to Frank and told him at the start of the day to fuck off and go to rehab, or days were he told Santos he knew and didn't care.
Why? He could correct it on the next loop.
One time he even kissed Dennis, got into an HR nightmare but the next day everyone forgot about it. He liked that loop.
He was tired, relieving the same deaths over and over again.
There was a loop where he told everything to Dennis. The loop, his obsession and the boy maybe didn't believe him, but still was so soft and welcoming. He recalled at the end of the day Dennis leaving him his number before he left with Santos with whom he was living.
So again he tried to repeat the first one, the original time. Looked forward to Dennis helping him. And for some reason, at the end of the shift he didn't go to the rooftop or to the park. He thought that maybe it was possible to take Dennis home, maybe fall asleep with him with the sad knowledge he would wake up alone.
Where the fuck was Dennis going? He went after him to find him in the 8th floor.
He was living there through all the loops? And Robby didn't see that? Wasn't he living with Santos? Maybe in all the loops Santos was the one who found him?
He offered him a place to sleep at his home, Dennis didn't want to take it but Robby just said: you help me let me help you.
The next day Robby woke up knowing it would be the same, but in the end he would take Dennis home again. And again.
He went to the kitchen and there he was. Dennis.
Robby screamed in suprise and asked him what the fuck was he doing here. Dennis was confused and asked if the man forgot that he found him on the 8th floor the day before and offered a place to sleep.
Robby was free from the loop. Why? He didn't know but was sure it was all Dennis doing.
He hugged the boy as he did before, not that Dennis would remember the times.
It was a new day at the Pitt and Robby couldn't be more happy. Maybe not that much since Santos turned to be a patient, hit by a car but nothing bad happened to her. Broken arm and a light concussion. There was another guy who also was hit, but died. He looked at Dennis and it hit him. He would go with Santos home, he would be with her.
Dennis probably died every time he went home with Santos. Every loop. And Robby didn't even know.
This was the reason for the loops, he was meant to rescue Dennis. Another person died in his place, but Robby was too traumatized and obsessed with Dennis to care.
robert enters through the double doors and greets the receptionist, dropping beef off at chase's cubicle before making a detour to the coffee machine in the breakroom, then sits down at his desk. when he looks up, he can see a bunch of thin cracks in the wall. ugh. maintenance must be slacking.
the z-team is being a nuisance, like usual, but robert gives as good as he gets. if the insults are a little more pointed today, he doesn't pay attention to it. if the team is acting a little odd, he blames interpersonal drama. he waits until midday, when the team comes back to the office, then chews them out for their performance. like usual.
he gets into an argument with invisigal, which is nothing new, but she seems oddly disinterested, her insults particularly mean. maybe she's having a bad day? he tries to ask prism, but she ignores him in favor of her phone. the team is acting weird.
punch up seems to be in a bad mood too, for some reason. coupe isn't at the office at all. flambae gets so mad about his missing noodles he kicks a dent in the fridge and swipes everything off the counter, then threatens to burn robert when he says something about it. sheesh.
sonar is the only one left in the breakroom as robert stands among the mess. he says robert's name, trying to get his attention, but when robert answers, sonar doesn't seem to hear him.
"robert?" sonar asks again.
"yes, sonar, i heard you the first time."
"robert? can you hear me?"
robert looks at him, confused, and a little annoyed. they're standing only a few feet from each other. "what the fuck is it, sonar?"
"robert?" sonar sounds... worried. "robert, can you hear me?"
>>>
it's a normal day at the SDN office.
robert enters through the double doors and greets the receptionist, dropping beef off at chase's cubicle before making a detour to the coffee machine in the breakroom, then sits down at his desk. there's a bunch of thin cracks in the wall. ugh. maintenance must be slacking.
the z-team is barely listening, abandoning tasks and sniping back at him. they keep calling him weak, annoying, useless, they ask for another dispatcher. robert doesn't know what crawled up their ass and died this morning, but it's annoying as fuck. he thought he built a better relationship with them. he feels a headache come up.
during lunchtime, sonar and coupe get into an argument, but when robert tries step in, they turn it on him. flambae has decided robert stole his noodles, and shoves him hard into the counter. fantastic.
he tries to talk about it with chase, voicing his complaints about the z-team. chase tells him they should have cut all of them and thrown them in jail a long time ago. it's... a weird answer, it rubs robert the wrong way. they've made a lot of progress, right?
"you're gonna end up like your father," chase says, "he was just as indecisive. and look where that got him."
robert feels stunned. he can barely get his reply out. "what?"
chase is quiet for a moment. his brows knit to a frown. he looks up. "robert. you have to--"
>>>
it's a normal day at the SDN office.
robert enters through the double doors and greets the receptionist, dropping beef off at chase's cubicle before making a detour to the coffee machine in the breakroom, then sits down at his desk. when he looks up, he sees the cracks are bigger, webbing out. is maintenance not going to fix that?
the z-team is chaos, shouting over each other, like the loudest voice will win. sonar keeps diverting his course. invisigal refuses every task. prism doesn't stop calling him a bitch, and flambae joins in. he can't reach blond blazer. waterboy stutters so bad he's unintelligible. robert's headache is getting worse.
conversation falls quiet when he enters the breakroom during lunchtime. the z-team ignores him, for some reason. he wasn't even that hard on them. golem shoves him over, and everyone laughs. robert is about to get back at them, when invisigal appears and pulls him out of the room. she seems nervous.
"this team is driving me up the wall," he says. "glad to see you've decided to be less of a pain today."
invisigal looks at him, intently, like she has trouble seeing him. "robert. you have to wake up."
robert huffs out a humorless laugh, holding up his paper cup of coffee sludge. "working on it."
"no, robert," she says. "this isn't--"
>>>
it's a normal day at the SDN office.
robert enters through the double doors, greets the receptionist, then goes to drop beef off at chase's desk. but he's stopped before he can put his chubby pet down.
"keep the dirty mongrel with you," chase tells him. "don't want his filth at my desk."
robert stands there, mouth open. "excuse me? what the fuck did you just-"
>>>
it's a normal day at the SDN office.
robert enters through the double doors and greets the receptionist, who doesn't greet him back. it's quiet at the office. he drops beef off at chase's cubicle. his headache is worse, throbbing. he foregoes the coffee.
the cracks are bigger, drywall is flaking out. nobody else seems to care.
the intercom doesn't work, or maybe it works, but no one answers. robert presses the buttons, talking into the mic. only after a few minutes does the team come in, and robert lets them know they're late. it gets him an avalanche of noise and cussing for his troubles. it worsens his headache.
malevola's mic crackles, pitched with static. she tries to say something, but no matter which buttons he presses, he can't hear her.
during lunchtime, robert tells the team to get their shit together. they don't take it well.
"who the fuck do you think you are? you fucking stuck-up asshole."
"that's rich coming from the whiny bitch who can't even function without his daddy's robot suit."
his headache pulses. "shut up."
"you're just jealous because you fucked up your father's legacy. crawling over here to beg for handouts. you'll never live up to him, everyone knows that."
"useless. so useless. what do you even hope to achieve? fucking nothing."
"you're worthless, a waste of fucking space. should have done everyone a favor and died right, mecha failure."
robert's head throbs. he balls his hands to fists. "shut the fuck up."
"robert?"
he turns.
prism is looking at him. her form seems to waver a bit, like shimmery light. "robert?"
robert stares at her.
"robert, listen to me, you're--"
>>>
it's a normal day at the SDN office.
robert's headache is worse. he walks up to chase's cubicle, but chase doesn't look at him, doesn't say anything. robert's hands are empty. he doesn't know why he went there in the first place. he sits down at his desk. his head hurts.
the cracks are big, very big, all over the wall. something drips out of it, some black kind of liquid. it looks almost like blood.
the z-team is being destructive; they bust up the piping system of a building, destroy a shop to stop robbers, mess up a public speaking conference. flambae is inactive, nobody tells him why. he's pretty sure some of them are drunk. they don't listen to him.
robert leans down to pet beef, but beef isn't there. he tries to ask chase, but there is no answer.
the doors to the office space bust open, slamming the walls. flambae storms in, tearing between the cubicles with a kind of reckless disregard that is unusual, even for him. robert is fed up. he's angry, his head hurts, he's tired.
he shoves away from his desk. "what the fuck do you think--"
flambae stops right in front of him, the look on his face is... off. worried, almost. he looks harried. somehow, his suit is even stranger against the office backdrop than normal, like it doesn't quite fit.
"wake up, robert, fuck!" flambae snaps. he reaches out his hands, but it's like he can't quite reach robert. "it's not real! it's killing you! none of this is--!"
>>>
it's a normal day at the SDN office.
robert sits in his chair. the cracks have reached the floor. he thinks his nose is bleeding, but he isn't sure. blood drips all over his keyboard. it's black. he can't find beef. chase still doesn't talk to him.
blond blazer is standing beside him. the look in her eyes is disappointed. "i thought you'd be better than this," she says. "we needed a hero. a real one."
"i am," robert says. "i am a real hero."
she shakes her head. "you failed. you're not enough."
during lunchtime, the breakroom is empty. he makes his coffee alone, takes one sip, then empties it in the sink and dumps the cup into the trash.
flambae is leaning against the counter. "i am going to break all of your teeth, mecha bitch," he says. "you are gonna wish you died when your trash suit fell out the sky."
"we went over this, flambae," robert says. "stop, or i will--"
"no one will help you," flambae continues, "such a nuisance. i will do everyone a favor by finishing what your cowardly ass started. everyone will be better off."
"yeah, well, get in line," robert says. he can't come up with something better. his mind feels like sludge.
flambae huffs. "better if you saved me the trouble and did it yourself."
they stand in silence for a moment. robert is leaning back on his good leg, leaving his side open in case he needs to duck and throw a punch. nothing. flambae stares at the ground, like he's thinking.
"this is not good, bob-bob," he says then, soft, his tone a 180 from a minute ago. he looks up. "just don't listen to... don't listen, okay?"
robert huffs. "when do i ever?"
flambae looks sad. robert doesn't think he's ever really seen that before. for a moment, it seems like flambae wants to say more.
zayne reads his research papers to you every night
cw. MDNI! suggestive content
and it should put you to sleep.
Instead, you’re soaking through your panties the minute you get in bed and he starts reading them to you like a bedtime story.
“…and cardiac arrythmia can be tracked to—” his buttery voice goes on narrating, unaware of the influence it has over you. Your thighs press together, chasing friction. Your teeth find your bottom lip to suppress a sound.
You can feel the way your core drips at each word he articulates. You don’t notice the way your eyes flutter shut for a moment until he calls it out. “Are you alright? You seem tense.”
His brows furrow. He takes off his glasses.
“…and flushed.” He adds carefully, palm brushing against your forehead.
“It’s not helping.” you grumble under your breath. Of course it isn’t. How would it? Your husband has the voice of an erotica narrator and you have a colossal education kink.
“Are you in pain?” he turns to you, genuinely concerned. You give him a look at his cluelessness. “You’re turned on…” he finally tracks. “Do-does my voice turn you on?” he looks equal parts flattered, surprised and flustered.
“Among other factors.” You admit begrudgingly.
He studies you for a moment. And then calmly picks up his laptop. He starts reading again.
Your cunt spasms just at that. "You're honestly going to continue?"
"Yes." He answers. “Would you like to touch yourself to it?”
