#drugged tw

[whumpasaurus101]

WT- No.4 Dead On Your Feet

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can't Pass Out

Sidekick could barely remember anything… 

They blinked their eyes open slowly, their hands clutched their head with a whimper as ringing filled their ears. They could barely see anything. Their vision was blurry and their stomach was doing backflips. Jesus christ they felt awful.

Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut, clenching their teeth hard as a sharp pain filled their stomach before passing only a few moments later. Their hands were pulled tight into fists with a whimper before they very slowly opened their eyes. The walls around them were stone and dull. Moss crept along each crevasse. Sidekick sighed, hugging their knees close to their chest as they studied their surroundings.

Their mind was dead silent, they couldn't even manage a coherent thought. They just stared blankly ahead of them. Right. First thing was first. They held up their shaky hands, their half-lidded eyes slowly moving along each finger 1,2….5,6…9,10… It wasn't a dream.

Next they looked at the walls again. Stone piled on stone like some medieval dungeon bullshit. They rubbed their eyes with a yawn before their eyes fell down to their legs, almost expectantly, hoping that the agonizing pins and needles would go so they could stand up. Okay. Stand up. Blood flow. You got this.

It took all of Sidekicks’s strength to get to their feet, whimpering from the pain in their whole body aching as their bones made a small popping sound as their shoulders slumped. Sidekick tried to take a step forward but they clumsily tripped over their feet and landed face first on the ground.

The creaking of the room’s door was followed by heavy footsteps. Villain’s boots stopped right in front of Sidekick’s face. They gulped, slowly lifting their head as their eyes slowly met Vilalin’s who smiled, slowly going down to their honkers, cupping Sidekick’s cheek, “Looks like my little one is awake, hm?” Sidekick gulped once more, their bottom lip wobbled before they lifted their head off of Villain’s palm. 

Villain hummed, looking down at Sidekick, “You're a brave one, aren't you? Quite daring, hm?”

Sidekick slowly moved back. The second they felt their back hit against the wall, they sat up straight and hugged their knees to their chest once more. Villain slowly straightened themselves, standing up and taking a few strides towards Sidekick, “You were much more talkative yesterday!” They chuckled.

Sidekick shivered slightly and as they spoke, their voice was hoarse, “Dru-dr’gged…m-me….” Villain let out a laugh, “Well! Aren't you smart!!!” Sidekick’s eyes furrowed as they tried to remember what had happened yesterday after they had walked away from Hero.They couldn't remember anything. “H…how?”

Villain’s head quirked to the side with a questioning hum. They knew what Sidekick was trying to say but they love watching Sidekick try and desperately fail, it was amusing. “Ho-how..whe-when…” Sidekick’s mouth felt numb, words were practically impossible to form. They let out a defeated sigh and slumped, glaring at Villain with a cold look which only made Villain laugh more, ruffling the other’s hair, “How adorable!!! Now, don't you worry your pretty little head about when or how, all you need to worry about is learning your first rules!!!”

Sidekick’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “R-r’les…?” Villain smirked, “Now now, you didn't think this didn't come with a price, did you?” Sidekick whimpered, shrinking back slowly, “Wha-what kinda’ ru-rules…” 

Villain took a steady sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose before they backhanded Sidekick hard across the face, “Rule number one, Never interrupt me.” Sidekick whimpered, their hand coming up to gently press against the spot where Villain had just hit them, a bruise already blooming there.

Sidekicks mouth opened but only a highpitched rasp escaped their lips. They took a slow breath before whispering, “I-I'm sorry..” Villain’s warm smile returned to their face before they cupped Sidekick’s cheek once more, their thumb gently running along the bruise, making Sidekick flinch back with a whimper. “It's okay, darling, you didn't know your rules, but next time I wont let you get away with it that easily, am I understood?”

Sidekick gulped before rasping, “Yeah- yes, ‘m so-sorry…” 

Villain chuckled, “Very good, let's get to the next rule, shall we?”

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#Sidekick whumpee #villain whumper #whumptober2022 #no.4 #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #lee wrote something :o #intimate whumper #hhh thsi is not edited so enjoy teh mistakes <3 #drugged tw

[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 02

“I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

You don't need to read the whole story. Everyday can stand for its own. And that poor soul has to suffer through every single one of them, I promise!

Hummingbird 02

(Story starts here)

There was the hart partition wall, than the cool tilts and now it felt... soft. Everything around was more soft, than it had been. Cotton touching his cheek. It was warm like him, too warm. Fingertips brushed over tightly nitted texture.

That were the first things that came to his hazy mind. A quiet humming somewhere above, but it sounded like being muffed by something, or far away.

His shoulder sank into that soft surface. He was laying on his side. His body was rocked gently, a static sound lolling him in. Something was moving. But it was so hot in here.

The humming was cheerish, sounded friendly, but far away.

Sam tried an attempt to open his eyes. They were so heavy. It was dim, little artificial lights, big sources of light passing above., everything blurry. Than the pain came, a pulsing in his head rushed in. At the same time a shiver overtook him. He felt freezingly cold all of a sudden. With a moan he tried to move away from the moving sources of light and the pain, closing his eyes again. Suddenly he felt sick to his guts. Or he just registered, because his body finally arrived in reality? It felt like he was coming down from the flu. His stomach was empty, this kind of sick-empty without appetit. His clothes stuck to his body, he felt soaked. But he must have cooled down again and now was shivering slightly under the blanket, he just realised its existence.

Every muscle in his body seemed to be made out of lead. Rearranging his position was near to impossible. Another moan escaped him by the attempt. His head was hot and definitively going to explode soon. Everything was so blurry. He thought he was laying on a rocking boat.

The humming had shifted, was a bit louder now. A big, warm thing... a hand brushed over his forehead. It was grounding, it felt good, it was comforting in his state. Sam tried to open his eyes again. With every blink he registered more of his surroundings, but details still vanished in his blurry vision. He was looking through a fog. His body was rocked by another cold wave.

Apparently, he was in a moving car, not a boat. The little artificial lights, he had seen, were indirect lighting of a consol and the big one's were streetlights passing over. So he thought. It was more like a dream, or watching a movie with half closed eyes.

It was dark outside. Sam was on the backseat, his head on the passenger side, his feet behind the driver. Slowly his head put the pieces together.

'He had passed out in the club. Maybe, he was in a taxi on his way home?' His mind reasoned. "Home?" He whispered more to himself, then out loud. But his mind was too confused. He wasn't even sure if it was a question for directions or a wish. Sam felt miserable and really sick. Another shiver shock him, but his hands were clammy and digging into the blanket for some stability. A whisper from the front seat. He couldn't really make out the words or the meaning, but it sounded something like. "All.. these... years, I c..ll out... name, but y... won't c...ll back, till t..day." But that was making no sence. Maybe the radio was playing and he mistook it. His head was just too clouded anyway.

The hand on his clammy head was still slightly ruffeling his hair, it was heavingly cool on his hot forehead. Sam felt so miserable, he inwardly was longing for a hug. But he had no family anymore or a girlfriend right now, so his own arms wrapped themselves around his shivering torso against their own leaded heaviness. "Home?" His hazy mind formed and pushed over his tembling lips.

'Wait!... A Taxi?... But why would a randam driver touch him for comfort?'

Suddenly Sam's eyes widened in panic. The thought making its way to his muffed brain. His only natural reaction was to go completely stiff under that hand. He couldn't see for the hand was blocking his view of the driver. 'This wasn't a taxi. The interior was too fancy, the fabric too expensive. Taxiseats had another surface, easy to clean. Who's car was this?'

The hand on his head had stopped moving, as had the car. Around the passanger seat, through the windshild Sam could see a foggy red light. His heartbeat was hammering inside his chest, the slight shivering had suddenly turned into his whole body shaking from adrenaline. His breathing sped up too. He couldn't control his body going into full panic mode.

It was now or never. With his feet he pushed the blanket away to the other side of the backseat and his arms went up defensively. But his muscles were stiff, his arms and legs unnaturally heavy, his movements much too slow. He hadn't had really pushed the foreign hand away, as it only had stopped moving midair a few inches away from him. Sam's left grabbed for the doorhandle above his head, but his system was still flushed with whatever was in that drink and he was exhausted from puking his guts out.

The hand, that had been soothing, comforting, grounding him mere moments ago, was the exact opposite now. It came for him, but instead of pulling his hand from the door handle, it went straight for his left upper arm and wrapped around it like a vise. It pushed down on his already existing big painful bruise from his fall and encounter with the rumble on his work shift last night.* Instandly Sam's hold on the doorhandle losened and his complete arm went limb, when white hot pain exploded. His scream was muffeled, while he jerked his head towards his left shoulder fighting to controll that pain. Desperate puffs didn't really help to get through this cruel moment. He needed a second to brace himself, than flightmode took the upper hand again. He trashed and kicked, trying to pull away. The grip around his arm tightend, but Sam knew, this was probably his only chance. In his violent struggle, he bumped his own head against the rear passanger door.

The pounding in his skull had been overtoned by his panic reaction, but now it was back. He was dazed all of a sudden. His free arm went to his tuft reflexively. Over the concert inside his head he hadn't registered, that the hand around his already bruised arm was gone.

A sting in his left tight and the last remains of fight left him. His pounding head went into a stupor in seconds and he felt his heavy muscles getting even heavier. It was scary, but soothing at the same time. He couldn't react anymore, he couldn't fight, he couldn't move at all anymore. And he just didn't want to. His hand slipped from his head and fell down flabby. He didn't feel it hitting the floor of the vehicle. It wasn't a part of him anymore. His hammering heartbeat seemed to have been cut into half by whatever was injected in his leg.

His surroundings got blurry again. A last aspirated "Home?!" escaped his lips. Sam wasn't able to move his neck, so the only thing he really could see was a diffuse figure behind the wheel out of the corner of his eye, the head was looking at him, maybe some movement in his face. Sam really couldn't tell.

"Home? They don't care about you. Actually, there's nobody who cares about you out there. But don't worry my little hummingbird. I do."

The fuzzy traffic light changed from red to yellow. The man was humming and scarly it sounded soothing again.

The yellow blop turned green and than everything turned black.

TBC

Hummingbird previous / masterlist

*explained later (05)

#whumptober2023 #no. 2 #“I’ll call out your name #but you won’t call back.” #delirium #“They don't care about you.” #OC #drugged tw #kidnapped tw #hummingbird #whump #writing #whump writing #whumplr

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Who Do You Trust?

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

Word Count: 1353

TW: Mentions of Past Torture to Reader, After Effects of Torture, PTSD in Reader, Knives, Betrayal, Drugged

Five months. You had been held captive by HYDRA for five months. Tortured, starved, drugged, day after endless day. When you had originally left on your mission, the world had seemed fresh and full of life. Yet when Bucky had carried you out of your prison, curled up weakly in his arms, the world outside had become lifeless and cold. And in the two weeks since you had been freed, nothing had changed.

Logically, you knew it was because it was December, and it was just the natural passage of time leading from one season to the next. Yet, staring out the window of your room in the Avenger’s compound, the landscape in front of you seemed like a reflection of your soul. Nothing moved outside. There wasn’t a single squirrel, a bit of breeze, or a solitary snowflake. You couldn’t help but feel just as empty and just as dead.

Yet, every inch of you still hurt. Your muscles and bones ached from months of continuous torture and your skin was littered with scars. You were missing half of your fingernails on your left hand. You still had a slight limp from where they had shattered your knee and it healed incorrectly. The constant lack of nutrition had caused large clumps of your hair to fall out and you were just now getting back to a relatively healthy weight.

But none of this compared to the damage to your psyche. Bucky might have carried you to freedom but sometimes you felt like you had left a part of you behind. At every tiny noise, every slight movement that anyone else made, you would jerk and cower into a ball on the floor. The memories of what the HYDRA agents did to you, the physical pain, the mental anguish, the endless torture, it was all too much. And anytime one of your friends would attempt to help you, to remind you that you were safe, you would shy away from their attention, their support. You knew they wouldn’t hurt you, but something inside you still made you unable to be near anyone. Anyone except for Bucky.

Your boyfriend was the only person you would allow to get within five feet of you, let alone touch you. You weren’t sure if it was because your relationship had been stronger with him than anyone else before you were captured, or the fact he was the one who had finally rescued you, but he was the only person you still trusted completely.

A soft knock from behind you stirred you from your dark musings. Bucky knocked softly again at the open door before coming in. As much as you wanted your privacy, you couldn’t bear having the door closed. It made you feel trapped.

“Hey. I-uh-I made some hot cocoa if you want some.” Bucky held out a steaming mug, his smile encouragingly sweet.

But you eyed the cup for a moment. Food and drink that you didn’t prepare still terrified you. Most of the time, HYDRA would starve you for days at a time, only to finally toss you a few crumbs that had been laced with their latest batch of drugs. Some nights, you had ended up curled into a ball, vomiting blood while others you would be unconscious for hours. You tried to ignore the food, but eventually your starving stomach always made you cave.

But this wasn’t HYDRA. This was Bucky. The man you loved, the only person in the entire world you felt like you could still trust. But still….

Bucky’s smile wavered slightly as you eyed the drink suspiciously. He started to set it down on the table. “It’s okay, doll. You don’t have to drink it.”

“No…no, I want to, I just….” You took a big sigh as you took the mug from him. You studied it warily once more, before bringing it to your lips. This is Bucky. He is the one who saved you. He is the one who loves you and you love him in return. He wouldn’t hurt you….

But the second the first drops pass your lips, you can tell something is off. Hidden beneath the chocolaty flavor is another sickly-sweet twist. Just like the ones-

You hurled the mug as hard as you could against the far wall where it shattered into a hundred tiny shards. The brown liquid splashed messily across the white walls, dripping down slowly to the floor. You back away from the man you thought you could trust, chest heaving and mind racing. He was one of them.

Bucky seemed confused at your behavior, but you had seen this trick before. Play it off like they were innocent in the plot, try to maintain your trust so they could continue to abuse you later. But Bucky wasn’t supposed to be like them. He was supposed to be the one person you could believe in, trust to keep you safe not lead you into danger.

He took a step towards your quivering frame, but you had to make a move before whatever was in the drink started to kick in. Hurling yourself at him, you pulled the knife you secretly kept tucked in your boot. Bucky’s eyes widened and he managed to deflect the blow with his vibranium arm just in time. Unfortunately for you, it was deflected right across your thigh. You hissed in pain but kept going, kept fighting.

Swipe after swipe of the knife was blocked by the soldier. As you drove him back across the room, he darted forward and grabbed both of your wrists in his inhumanly strong grasp. Swinging you around, he threw you against the wall, his artificial grip pinning your hands above your head, the knife still clutched in your right. He pressed his solid frame flush against yours as you frantically flailed about.

“Doll! Doll, stop. It’s okay. It’s me! No one is going to hurt you.”

“You tried to poison me!” you hissed, then you spat in his face.

Bucky made no move to wipe away the saliva that was slowly dripping down his face. Instead, he ignored it as his expression dropped. “I swear, there was nothing wrong with that drink. I would have never done that to you.”

“I could taste it! Just like back at the lab! That sweetness you tried to hide beneath the chocolate!”

Bucky hung his head for a moment. When he looked back at you, tears dampened his eyelashes. “Doll… It was caramel. Just how you like it. Hot cocoa with just a hint of caramel and two marshmallows, which probably melted before you drank it. I swear, there was nothing else in that mug.”

You froze. Caramel. As soon as he said it, you knew that’s what that taste was. You had just been so afraid the drink would be laced with drugs, you didn’t even notice that Bucky had gone the extra mile to make it especially how you liked it. Instead…

You sagged in Bucky’s grasp as all the fight left your body, the knife clattering to the floor. The only thing still holding you upright was his hand around your wrists. You felt that last little bit of resistance you had built up while captured, the part that refused to let anyone see your vulnerable side, shatter inside you.

Tears began to flood down your face as you wailed, “Buck, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I-I should have trusted you! I knew you wouldn’t hurt me but I still…. How could I have ever thought…”

He slowly let your wrists go as he pulled you into a tight embrace. Your newly freed hands frantically grasped on to him for dear life. Digging your cheek into his shoulder, you faintly whispered, “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

He ran a soothing hand over your back, “It’s okay, doll. It’s all going to be okay. I’ve got you and I swear, I’m not going to let anything else happen to you ever again.”

And as he softly rocked you back and forth, you watched over his shoulder as the snow began to fall outside.

#sfw repost #fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #sebastian stan #marvel #marvel x reader #whump #ptsd tw #torture tw #drugged tw #lies tw #mistrust tw #betrayal tw #knives tw

[blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn]

"I can't understand you, you're slurring your words. What's wrong?" - Sach to Gabe

Head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Tongue too heavy to lift. Roof of mouth; sides of teeth. Words hard to pronounce. Neck-ache felt down spine. Lips chapped. Jaw pops; stiff.

Somewhere, water drips. Machine whirring. The occasional rodent had crept in, kept company. Gnawing bloodied, moth-eaten shirtstrings. But that too, died.

Choked on own foolishness.

So did he. Screaming himself hoarse.

Blues unfocused. Hazy. Partial squint. Speaking felt like razorblades.

❝ Yo...You're...not...M-Mi...ke? ❞ No sensation in legs. Forearms bared; skin blotched. Prolonged period of infection. Fingers barely twitch.

All he'd known was darkness. And loneliness.

Numbing fear latches icy claws into heart. Ribcage far too small. Gasped breaths. Too little oxygen.

❝ D...Don...n't...know...y-you... ❞

#❝ what good is a message if nobody can read it ❞ ✧☾ { gabriel } #❝ do you think i don't care about you? ❞ ✧☾ { answered ask } #drugged cw #drugged tw

[writtenbyariavargas]

Day 16

Semi-consciousness - Toshiro Hitsugaya ("Zombiegaya")

mind control cw, mind control tw, death mention cw, death mention tw, violence cw, violence tw, drugs cw, drugs tw, drugged cw, drugged tw, loss of will cw, loss of will tw

There was such a profound feeling of fog in my mind. The only thing that was clear were the commands that Giselle spoke. My body listened even though I didn’t want to. I had been stripped of my captain’s haori and forced to wear a Quincy uniform. I couldn’t fight back, the fog that seeped through each synapse, each electrical pulse making me unable to do anything but obey the Quincy girl. Her voice, her will, anything she wanted from me I obeyed without pause. It was as though my own will was caged behind hers. I didn’t even feel like myself, let alone feel much of anything.

I didn’t know if I were even technically alive but I moved when told to. I attacked when told to. I fought for Giselle.

Even with a part of me trying to claw its way out I was stuck in a state of just being conscious enough to obey. Nothing else mattered. My life did not matter unless the girl decided it did. Moments within the fog my mind screamed at me trying to get me to do something, anything, of my own will. To no avail my will could not push past what kept me under her spell for lack of a better word.

When she summoned me to fight against Madarame and Ayasegawa I came without complaint. My body complied with her orders. I drew my zanpakuto and attacked. The part that was still me begged to be let out, begged to stop fighting my comrades. Unfortunately the control that her blood had over me kept me unable to pry myself from it. My muscles moved of their own accord and I could see myself trying to kill both of the members from the Juuichibantai. I watched myself in silent horror as I froze Madarame’s leg, then stabbed him through the chest. I continued to attack him until Ayasegawa blocked and my violence turned on him. I didn’t give him a chance to even release his zankpakuto. If I could have told them to kill me I would have. During this battle that’s all I could think of what would stop me from killing my comrades. The battle continued and even though I held little respect for Kurotsuchi I didn’t truly want to kill him either.

I did what my mistress wanted, fighting and trying to kill her enemies. I could hear the excitement in his voice in how he wanted to use me as a new test subject in order to create new medicines. My body still moved, attacked, not stopping without an order from Giselle. Attack after attack, I started to feel something pricking my skin. Kurotsuchi had to have been doing something. The fog was still strong, but I was starting to feel something different.

He started to ask me what loop I was on, speaking as though he’d already given me drugs. He had. I realized it too late. I’d been following the orders given to me that even my own distrust of the captain was put to the side. He stabbed each of my limbs with his zanpakuto, consequently immobilizing them. My body tried to move, tried to fight back. There was no use. Even if Giselle ordered me to move, to kill him, I couldn’t.

“It pains me to give this to you when you’re unable to resist,” Kurotsuchi sighed and finally part of me was able to come out.

“No! Stop!” I begged. I hated to be at his mercy but he approved of my begging and injected the drug into my neck.

Pain radiated throughout my body. I screamed, cried out, but couldn’t thrash about. I felt Giselle’s control be taken from me, but replaced with the fog of Kurotsuchi’s control. My heart ached, begging to be free. All I wanted was to be in control of myself again. I didn’t want to be at the behest of someone else.

#original drabble #bleach drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #toshiro hitsugaya #giselle gewelle #mayuri kurotsuchi #mind control cw #mind control tw #death mention cw #death mention tw #drugs cw #drugs tw #drugged cw #drugged tw #ask to tag #i broke my heart writing this

[wrentherainfall]

Look man, it was too perfect not to do, I was obligated to make this-

Anyways another drawing for my little series of dumb doodles, gotta keep the fandom well fed💪💪

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #Alastor fanart #fanart #digital art #my art #drugs tw

[third-king-of-salmonids]

WORK HARD PARTY HARDER

#COCAINE BEAR IS OVER NOW IS THE TIME OF COCAINE SALMON #tw drugs #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon salmonid #salmon run #king salmonid #splatoon salmon run #splatoon megalodontia #splatoon 3 salmon run #salmonid

[bamsara]

bad time, but at least you're not alone

doodles for trod au, later stuff

#trod au #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #narinder x lamb #doodles #tw drugs

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

#tw drugs #love #dating #relationships #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

[lambment]

request: "What do your bishops look like and how does the lamb think of them?"

I haven’t decided (or started) on designs yet. As for my lambs opinion, they process everything through humour, I would say this is their surface level opinion on the bishops. There’s obviously the deeper-seated issues they have w them tho.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #narilamb #the bishops of the old faith #narinder #lambert #leshy #heket #kallamar #shamura #cotl comic #comic #drug ment tw #alcohol ment tw #I hope u can see how the lamb devolved the more tired I got #my artwork #fr au #Fool's Revenant au #Fools revenant au

[tsuchinokoroyale]

At a party and a guy was telling me about how one of his coworkers was complaining about how he thought his dealer was lacing his heroin with cocaine and then the party guy was like “but his dealer was his brother” and I said “that’s some cocaine and abel shit” and the joke flopped so hard but I stand by it so I had to share it somewhere

#drugs tw #in case anyone is wondering what the context was we were talking about kooky coworkers so this story was a lot to hear even in context

[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 01

“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | Swooning |

Hummingbird 01

The sensation under his hands was kind of grounding. It felt good, natural, polished wood. It's surface smoothened over years and years of hands touching it, bottles and glasses brushing over it until it was as soft as it felt. Like stones being rubbed round and perfectly smooth through the rough forces of water.

His fingertips were testing the wood, rubbing up and down just a pinch. His pinky and ringfinger felt sticky and wet. The beer to his right was spilled a bit. Fresh foam still running down that cloudy glass on the outside.

Why had he put his hands down on the bar anyway? It still felt grounding. He didn't know, but he felt like, he needed grounding.

Apparently everything started with that energy drink. Sam was so freakingly tired after 2 weeks on the nightshift. Now, he didn't know, why on earth he came to the club at all. No friendly faces and his drink couldn't wash down the sour taste of failure at all. It tasted awkward too. Great finish for a forthnight, that already sucked.

His heart was hammering and his chest hurt. It felt tight, but after the incedent at work that was probably no surprise.*

The smoothened feeling under his fingertips was gone. Now it felt like it actually was. His hands were touching a dirty counter, touched by countless others, spilled and decorated with who-knows-what. He felt disgusted all of a sudden and pulled his hands away. They went to his pants automatically and tried to get rid of the stickyness by rubbing up and down his tights heavily. The movement brought pain to his left arm again*, his right hand went up there for some support instinctively. He felt dizzy. The room seemed to be tilting a bit.

Actually, it wasn't a plain energy drink, he reminded himself. It was a drink with wodka and energy to flush down his miserable day and frustration.

He hadn't touched booze in over a month. Hadn't had the time or energy to spare. Nevertheless, whatever he was experiencing right now, wasn't alone from fatigue, mixed with energy and alcohol. Something felt off.

The room was spinning a hint too much. His legs were a nuance too unsteady, too fast, after just one half of that tiny glass, that had cost him about a fortune.

The music was just a note too loud. The movements of all these people dancing and pushing themselves through the crowds were really just too hectic. The smoke-filled air was actually much too thick. His chest was a bit too small and unmoving.

Sam felt his jaw tightening, a pinch in his stomach, a bitter taste on his tongue and suddenly nausea was creeping up. He left the remains of his unfinshed drink and pushed himself away from the bar. The urge rising constantly.

The room was spinning even more now without any support from the counter or was it just him swaying? He stumbled towards the restroom. Bodies blocking his way, shoulders touching. This space was just too cramped. Foreign skin, just too hot, touching his naked armes. Goosebums were running up and down those arms. A shiver ran down his spin, he almost lost his footing, if not for countless others keeping him pressed upright inside that crowd. The pinch in his intestines developed into a fullblown cramp.

At the same time, someone was probably trying to blow up a ballon inside his head and the ambient noise was cancled out by his own blood rushing through his suddenly pounding skull. Instantly he felt freezingly cold. In addition cold sweat was summoning under his hairline, threaten to run down his forehead, while the external circumstances should have let him sweat raindrops of hot salty liquid out of every pore.

Noise, smoke, bodies were mixing into a blurry colorful mass, he felt stuck in, as if wading through molasse. The static noise inside his ear canals must have been turned up now. Flashing lights were making him even more dizzy and the effects of a screaming boombox, screwed down to the floor, running waves through his whole body were favoring the sickening feeling in his stomach.

Finally he reached the restroom. His shoulder bumped into the wooden door, which gave path way too easy. His hand instantly flipped from the metallic doorhandle and Sam stumbled towards the nearest stall. He had hardly pushed the next door open, when his knees gave way. Clammy hands grabbed for the bowl to find just some kind of stability.

Two little burritos, he had for lunch this evening, resurfaced ungracefully.

He retched and heaved, while holding onto the ceramic for his dear life. Wave after wave of disgust and pain rolled through his shivering body. His head threatened to explode and he could only manage a desperate attemp to get some vital air in between his insides turning out violantly. Everything was so heavy, all of a sudden his extremities felt like being made out of lead. It actually felt like some vicious maniac had strapped addional weight to every part of his body. He wanted to break down on the spot.

When he found himself dry heaving for the fourth time, his knees, keeping him almost upright over the bowl, finally gave way. He slumbed against the partion wall, first with his right shoulder, than his back, completely drained.

Blood was still rushing through his ears and desperate breaths were his last resort to keep his eyes from closing and blackness taking him into a smoothing embrace. Sam felt more than exhausted, his hands were shaking, while he tried to calm his frantic heartbeat. The bitter taste in his mouth and the sourness in the back of his throat almost let him throw up again. He had turned a bit and his left cheek was now pressed against the hard but still kind of comfortable furface of the partionswall and prevented him from falling to the ground completely. It acted as an anchor, keeping him in the present. But he felt his grip on reality slipping with every - by now - halfcalm breath.

Over his bodyfunctions going haywire, he hadn't registered someone entering the restroom and approaching him. He was just too occupied with existing in this cruel moment.

Sam was slumped, his left cheek felt like sinking into that wall to the next stall. The fresh bruise on his arm or the hurt knee from his last shift this morning, were dull and slightly tingling, but they didn't hurt, like they should have.* He was facing away from the toilet and his legs were spread out in an uncomfortable angle, bearing witness of his misery. They were sticking out under the wall on the other side, feet partly in the next stall on his right.

One shaking hand was holding onto the wall and the other grabbing for his head. He was too weak to neither flush down the remains of his already eaten food, nor to even think about the hand mere minutes ago fingerdeep in fecal bacteria from countless people now touching his own face. Just his fingers pressing down on his skull brought an awkward kind of relief to the pounding behind his eyes. But still the room just wouldn't stop moving. At least the static noise in his ears had gone down noticable.

His heavy lids wanted to close on their own, when he registered a movement. The door to his stall was being opened slowly and completely soundless. Alone watching it move, brought his nausea back up again. The bitter taste intensifying mercilessly.

Lifting his head was too exhausting, but still his eyes followed just out of reflex.

A body came into view. He really couldn't make out more than a body. Figure and height made that shape a man, his head slowly puzzled together. But it all was too much and ultimately the events caught up to him. It was like the world had just stopped spinning and finally the room too. Everything was frozing in this awkward blurry still-life. It felt like his frame was brought to an abrupt stop after a rollercoaster ride. Sam felt his body just giving in, all tension leaving his muscles and shaking extremties, like a drain had been opened.

His face slid down the wall. Next thing, he knew, were cool tilts bringing a kind of heavenly stability, when all went black.

A distant voice reached his ears just before, he was lost into oblivian.

"I already feared, I'd lost you, my little hummingbird."

TBC

Hummingbird masterlist

*explained later (05)

@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” #Swooning #OC #drugged tw #vomiting tw #alcohol tw #hummingbird

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Don't Hide From Me

Fandom: Altered Carbon, Takeshi Kovacs

Word Count: 1347

TW: Poison, Drugged, Reader Death

Takeshi didn’t notice it until it was too late. That small red splash of color drifting, swirling in his drink wasn’t visible until you stole the glass from his hand and raised it to your lips. He knocked it from your grasp, but then watched in horror as you swallowed the mouthful you had already taken. Most of the time, ingesting even a few small particles of the substance was enough, yet there was still a slim chance it hadn’t spread through the drink yet to infect your single sip.

However, in less than an hour, you started showing symptoms. Your skin grew warm to the touch, your head began pounding, you began feeling dizzy, and a small shiver began traveling up and down your body. Tak had been furiously combing every inch of the bar, cigarette in his hand, questioning every employee or patron trying to get some answers to how this could have happened, but it was useless. Whoever had spiked the drink had managed to get away without a trace.

For the past two months, you, Tak, and the Elliots had been trying to track down a gang of terrorists who created a poison that not only attacked the body but simultaneously corrupted the victim’s stack, making future backups impossible. There was no cure and no way to slow it down once a person had been infected.

Tak fumed through the bar, tossing chairs, and flipping tables as he passed. But when you finally called out to him from the booth in the corner that you had curled up in, his entire focus snapped to you.

“Tak, can we go home?” you whispered.

He could tell you were trying to hide the fear and discomfort in your voice, but his Envoy skills picked up the edge immediately. He could see the flush in your face and the slight sheen of sweat across your brow and he felt terrible that he had let his anger distract him from what was really important. Instantly at your side, he helped ease you to your feet and out of the bar.

You made it back to The Raven on unsteady legs and with Tak’s arm around you for support. But after only taking a few steps into the lobby, you collapsed in a heap to the floor. As Poe, Elliot, and Ava looked on in concern and confusion from the bar area, Tak silently picked you up and carried you up to your shared room.

A few hours later, a constant shiver was running across your clammy skin despite the five blankets wrapped around your body and the sweltering heat of the room. Poe had raised the temperature as high as the room would allow, yet it seemed to be doing little to break the fever or alleviate your shakes. Tak had tried to get you to eat some hot soup when you had first returned to The Raven, but your stomach could only handle a few small bites.

Poe had just finished examining you to assess the progress of your illness. He and Tak walked over to the door so the AI could fill him in on your quickly deteriorating condition. This specific form of poison must have been much stronger than the ones they had encountered before because your health was failing at a vastly accelerated rate compared to other victims they had seen thus far. And unfortunately, there was nothing they could do but keep you as comfortable as possible.

As Poe disappeared, Tak slammed his fist into the door, shaking the entire wall. Then he continued to smash his fist into the wood over and over until he left a bloody smear. Finally, he collapsed into the door, his forehead resting heavily against it. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he turned back to the couch where you were bundled up in front of the fire.

As he returned to your side, you asked weakly, “That bad, huh?”

“Your temperature’s at 106˚F and it’s still rising.”

You nodded. “How long does he think?”

Tak took your hand in his as he mumbled, “He doesn’t know for sure.”

“Tak.”

He sighed. “He says any time now, but at the very most, a few hours. However, Poe, Elliot, and Ava are working on a cure. They could still find it in time.”

You ran your thumb gently, tenderly over his split, bloody knuckles. “We’ve all been working on a cure for over a month with no luck. Just because it’s me who needs it now doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes everything. I am not losing you.” He growled as he stared down at your intertwined hands. Then, softly, he muttered, “It should have been me. It was meant for me.”

“Tak, this wasn’t your fault. I took your drink, you didn’t offer it up. You couldn’t have known.”

Just then, a particularly intense shiver quaked through your frame. Tak’s grip tightened on your hand, and you watched him blink a few times in quick succession before turning his back to you.

“Hey, Tak, look at me. Please.” He reluctantly turned back to face you and you cupped his face in your palm. “You don’t have to hide your tears from me. I want them. I want your tears, I want your smile, I want your laugh, I want your fears. I want every part of you I can get for however long I have left. So just please, don’t hide anything from me.”

He nodded before burying his face in your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. You ran your hand through the hair on the back of his head, trying to comfort him as much as you could given the circumstances. “Oh, Tak… I wish we had had more time. I wish we had met sooner. But then again, I could have spent eternity with you, and I would have still wanted more.”

Muffled by your shirt, you heard his whisper, “We could have had an amazing life together.”

“Oh, but Tak, we did.” You lifted his face up so he was staring into your eyes. You could see the shimmering trails that had run down his face. “The time I spent with you, however long, was the best time of my life. And I would rather die here, right now, than live forever never knowing you.”

You placed a gentle, lingering kiss on his forehead. When you pulled away, you looked him straight in the eyes once more. “But I need you to promise me something, okay? Promise me you’ll stop whoever’s behind this before they hurt anyone else we care about. Don’t let them take anyone else away. Please.”

Tak nodded. “I swear, I will find who did this. And I will make them pay.”

You smiled softly, “I guess I shouldn’t expect anything else from you. But for now just…be with me.”

You slid over and Tak crawled onto the couch, facing you. He pressed his forehead into yours as he drew your shivering form further into him, savoring what he knew would be his last memories of the warmth of your skin, the smell of your hair, and the beat of your heart. And in your last moments, he gave you what you wanted. He gave you every part of himself.

Poe had been constantly monitoring your vitals from downstairs, so he knew the moment that it happened. Putting down the equipment he was holding, he silently walked over to the check-in desk. Elliot and Ava exchanged a worried glance over the antidote they had been working on, but deep down, they knew. They had all been too late.

Poe waited for precisely five minutes before he appeared in your room. As he walked around to the front of the couch, he found Tak clinging to your limp body, his tears silently falling onto your face. And there was nothing the AI could do except just stand there and watch as Takeshi Kovacs held the latest in the long line of people he had loved and lost.

#sfw repost #fic #takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs x you #joel kinnaman #poe #the raven hotel #altered carbon #angst #spiked drink #drugged tw #poisoned tw #reader death tw

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🔗 Sachiel 🔗

The canteen tipped just enough to let a few droplets of water fall into the archangel's mouth. Sachiel's smile deepened. He wanted to make sure his prey was hydrated, or at least hydrated enough to be able to enjoy the symphony of screams he was planning to extract from the brother that stood before him.

"How sad," Sachiel murmured, keeping his tone gentle, caring, full of everything he was not. What a fun little game this was going to be. "I'm family, Gabe. One of your many brothers lurkin' 'round the Hell hole. You definitely look like you've seen better days." He chuckled, lifting the canteen again.

"What have they done to you? Who did this?" Who did he need to give some pointers to? Whose work was this sloppy? Why weren't they still enjoying this delicious, weak, helpless archangel?

Some primal part rejoiced. Water! Thirst! Drink!

Chains tug left. Right. Gentlest of oscillations. Biting in wrists. Darker bruises. Burning. Always burning. Empyrean steel. Forearms exposed; bandages stained. Sickly bubbling of flesh. Pus; inflammation.

Vision swims. Shadows. Light. Head wreathed in flame. Tongue laps wetness. Flicker of something breaks through. Cold's a knife edge. Sharp. Too sharp. Painful.

But I want more. More of - hope? Was this hope?

Knows his brother's hand. Strong of will. These are not those. Their voice is kind. They gave him water.

Will they release him, too?

❝ R - rel...rela...ted? F...fh...family. Kept... ❞ Sudden tickle in throat. Wracked with hoarse cough; dust stirred. ❝ Julian. Lyrae. F - fused...an...ang - angel. H-human. Dyad. ❞ Breath hitch, long-winded inhale. ❝ Tried to...possess v - vest...vessel. ❞

Legs locked in place; otherwise, collapse. Tubing; wires connect clunky machinery. More shackles. Leather melted by electrified metal.

Sensation's like thousand tiny locusts; always there, always surface-level.

@featherbrainedangel

#❝ what good is a message if nobody can read it ❞ ✧☾ { gabriel } #❝ let them make their own way going forward ❞ ✧☾ { thread } #drugged tw #drugged cw

[borderlinejackiee]

#actually bpd #bpd feels #bpd problems #bpd #bpd vent #bpd fp #bpd mood #bpd shit #bpd stuff #bpd tag #bpd thoughts #borderline personality disorder #tw abuse #tw drugs #tw disordered eating #trauma #trauma vent

[rinhaler]

𝐀𝐌 𝐈 (𝟐𝟓𝐅) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (𝟐𝟖𝐌)

i know it sounds bad but we got high and he's hot!!

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ plug!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

Genre: porn with a plot Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for beta reading for me!! this is part of @ohkento's reddit-inspired collab! (ps this isnt a true form fic i just think he looks SEXY IN THAT PIC HNNNNGN) Warnings: 18+, dubcon, mean dom!sukuna, sub!reader, cheating, hate sex ♡, drug taking, weed smoking, blowbacks/shotgunning, heavy degradation, slight praise, fingering ♡, vaginal sex, sixty-nineing ♡, face sitting, squirting ♡, pussy spanking, noncon filming, coercion, manipulation, daddy!kink, creampie, cervix fucking. Words: 10.6k

“I’ve heard about you.” Yuuji starts, turning his head from looking up at the stars to facing you. Your mind feels cloudy, but you return his stare. He thinks your pearly smile belongs in the sky; a permanent constellation to remind him of this moment. “How come this is my first time meeting you?”

You sigh, reaching over as he hands a lit spliff to you. The bonfire rages in front of you both, the smoke burning your eyes until they fill with water.

At least you have the perfect cover if you burst into tears.

“Things got… hard.” you tell him, not really wanting to elaborate. But golden-brown puppy dog eyes will you to continue. It’s stupid, really, how cliché people become when they smoke. You’re no exception. The intoxication and the setting make you feel as though you’re in an indie movie, longing to share your scars and become closer to the one attractive boy giving you his attention. “My ex, he cheated on me. I was with him for two years so it hurt.” you confess, taking a thick drag before passing it back to him, he tuts as he takes it from you.

“I’m really sorry,” he expresses, holding eye contact while he smokes. The feeling rushes straight to his head and through his blood. He laughs a little as he gets comfortable in his seat. “Sorry… I’m not laughing at you.” he clarifies, laughing again.

You start to laugh too, leaning over to grab the spliff from his hand before he sets the back garden on fire with it. Both of your attention is pulled from each other as you hear a scream from inside. The party is still going on indoors, and the scream soon turns into a girly laugh.

No doubt one of your friends flirting with one of the other guys.

“It’s okay.” you assure him, getting just as comfortable in your own seat as you smoke the remainder of the joint. You wrap yourself in the blanket you brought outside and turn your body slightly to face him. “It was with my best friend, too.” you continue, your deepest wound not seeming so scarring as you allow the high to expose your secrets on your behalf.

“Shit.” he shakes his head.

“I’ve been doing therapy and stuff so I’m better. I just wasn’t in the mood to see people…” you explain, jolting upright a little as you realise you’re oversharing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so deep and make you feel uncomfortable.” you tell him.

“I’m fine, I’m the one who asked.” he chuckles, getting comfier under his own blanket as he turns to look at you.

His warm eyes make you feel relaxed, safe. And you hate it. You hate how much of a cliché you really are becoming and you hate that you can’t help it. This moment feels so much bigger than anything, but deep down, you’re paranoid, because you’re sure it’s the drugs talking.

You’ve heard about Yuuji, too.

You’ve heard about how sweet he is and how he doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. He has a sports scholarship of some kind, and after a quick stalk of his socials you noted how reflected this is in the form of his chiseled body. Could he really be so nice? He seems, perfect.

And apparently he, gives the best head.

“I have a secret.” he tells you, quietly. His voice almost drowned out by the crackling bonfire beside you. You aren’t sure what makes you heat up so quickly. The implication of his words or the way he said them. A lustful look in his eyes as the fire dances wildly beside you both.

“Yeah?” you tell him, cheeks fill with warmth as you try to ignore how fucking hot it is in pursuit of looking cool. And that makes you giggle, for some reason. Yuuji isn’t the one making you flush with heat, it’s the fire, idiot. “T-Tell me.” you encourage him, throwing off your blanket and fanning yourself dramatically.

So much for looking cool.

He grins, almost coyly, as he leans across the arm of his chair. And for some reason, you instinctively mirror him. Is it so secret that you need to be close? He might whisper it to you.

He tilts his head, smirking. His eyes flit from your eyes to your lips a few times. Enough times that you make a note of it. And your heart is fucking racing with each flicker of his gaze. You think you know what’s coming. But you stay still, watching him, waiting for him to make the first move.

“… I really wanna kiss you.” he admits. And if you weren’t hot before, you certainly are now. You try, and likely fail, to keep it cool. A wide grin spreads across your face and you burst into giggles. But your eyes meet his again, and you see a smile just as wide as yours on his face as he observes you.

“Yeah?” you ask, dumbly.

“Yeah.” he nods.

You gulp, shallowly, leaning in closer to him and letting your eyes fall closed. He smirks, again, leaning in until your lips meet. It’s sweet and passionate, until he pulls away. It surprises you a little. Worries you, even. Are you a bad kisser? Maybe you are when you’re high. But worry turns to astonishment as he pulls your chair closer to until the arms of both of your seats touch. He smirks, again, wrapping his arm around your neck as he leans in to kiss you.

And now, you really do hate yourself.

You moan into it.

You aren’t even sure where it came from. Was that really you? He grins, nonetheless, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest as his tongue meets yours in a more than welcome manner. You pull away, a string of spit connecting you both. A kiss infused daze covers your features as you look at him under heavy eyelids, and you pant, deeply.

“I have another secret.” he whispers, stealing another sweet kiss from your raw lips. Gloss smeared over your lip line and a dewiness transferred to his.

“Is it as good as the first?” you tease, giggling as his hand cups your face. You mewl, melting into his touch as his thumb strokes your cheek delicately. Your eyes widen. A look of curiosity replaces the majority of the lust, though you both know it’s still lurking.

“Well,” he starts, his eyes begin to wander. You observe him as his vision roams from the sky to the flames beside you. He takes his time, the anticipation of his words runs rampant through your bloodstream. Until, finally, he blesses you with his gaze once more. “I want to stay with you until the sun comes up. I want you to sit on my lap, with my cock inside you, under our blankets. All night.”

You’d hoped once he told you that your anxiety would have diminished. Though you’re sure with the way his eyes are fixated on your lips, your heart is surely surveying an escape route from your slack-jawed mouth as it pumps hard and violently through you. He doesn’t seem worried that you haven’t said a word, and his gaze doesn’t falter.

“Okay.” you nod.

It excites you. You haven’t been with anyone since your ex. And it might be a bad idea, but it doesn’t stop you. It’s not like you’re rushing into being with someone. It’s been months since things ended with your cheating ex-boyfriend. You stand up, bringing your blanket as you stand over Yuuji, and he holds your hips gently.

He feels under your skirt, smiling when he feels how soaked your panties are but he doesn’t comment. He moves them into the crease of your thigh and encourages you to straddle him.

You do.

Hovering slightly as he pulls down his joggers and his semi springs free. It’s big and pretty, like him. You kiss him as he jerks himself until he’s aching. He’s desperate to bury it inside of your gummy walls, his cock catches against your eager hole with every purposeful stroke.

He throws his head back as you sink down on him, and your hips stutter slightly from the stretch. You’re trying to focus on concealing your bodies with the fuzzy blanket wrapped around you, but your lips fly to his in a bid to silence yourself as he sheaths himself fully.

“Fuck, you’re tight… so wet, too.” he mumbles, hips rolling ever so slightly as he enjoys the feeling of being inside of you raw.

You jolt, panicked, as you hear a knock from the kitchen window. Both of your attention is stolen to see the origin, and you spot a group of partygoers hollering from inside. Two of his friends and one of yours, they all cheer and whoop as they can only assume what’s going on under the blanket.

Yuuji smiles, shaking his head before turning back to capture your lips in another soft kiss. You’re too distracted to notice him flip them off until they disappear.

“Do I remember the night the most perfect woman in the world let me hit her raw after a few minutes of talking under the stars? Yes, baby, I remember the best night of my life, why?” Yuuji asks after you recall that first night you met. “Very cool of you, by the way. I didn’t think you were gonna say yes.”

You giggle, punching his arm softly as you curl into his side in bed. And you sigh, dreamily, thinking about it again. It’s been over a year since that night and you feel just as hazy around him as you did then. You were worried about him thinking of you as a one night stand. Worried that you’d just given in to this stranger for no real reason only to get your feelings hurt again.

But as the sun began to rise and wake you both up in that horrendously uncomfortable chair, he kissed your forehead and held you tightly against his chest. He stroked your hair until you managed to blink the blurriness from your eyes and see his in a new light. The crackle of the orange and white flames had gone from them. Instead, they were honeyed and soft. The kindest eyes you’d ever seen.

“The McDonald’s breakfast in the carpark was better than the sex in the garden, by the way.” you tease him, earning a tickle attack into your sides.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you were begging me to fuck you in the backseat afterwards.” he laughs, stopping his assault as you begin to scream. You cuddle into him again, his fingers tracing over the flesh of your upper arm. “It was good though, really good. Should we order hash browns?”

“Yes.” you nod, excitedly.

He sits up and reaches over to his bedside cabinet to grab his phone. He sighs as he checks his notifications. You sigh, too, watching him as he gets out of your warm bed in search of his clothes.

So much for hash browns.

“Yuuji…” you start.

“Don’t start, please, I don’t wanna leave in a bad mood.” he tells you. He smirks when he realises you’re checking out his abs, only focusing on him again as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. “I don’t want to rush moving in just because you feel sorry for me.”

“I’m not rushing you, and I don’t feel sorry for you!” you tell him, shuffling onto your knees and crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling beside the edge of the mattress. “I hate your brother. He’s a creep and he treats you like shit. I have plenty of room here… you can move in here and have your own space and—”

“I know he’s a dick.” he agrees, pulling on his socks and slipping his feet into his sneakers. “But he’s my only family. I’m not just gonna ditch him. Why don’t you move in with me?” he wonders.

“Um… I live in a townhouse instead of an apartment and it’s better, it’s in a better neighbourhood and your brother isn’t here.” you smile, smugly, and it earns a chuckle from him.

“Okay, you’re right about that. Speaking of which though I can’t stay tonight but you can come over if you want. I’ll order those hash browns for you tomorrow when I’m on my to the gym. I’m booked with PT sessions my entire shift.”

“I’m not waking up at 6am to eat hash browns alone, Yuuji.” you roll your eyes.

“You can text me when you wake up and I’ll order them for you. Pleeeeease?” he flutters his eyelashes dramatically before kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

“I didn’t say yes?” you respond, flabbergasted. “Is Sukuna gonna be there?”

“Well, yeah. He lives there.” Yuuji tells you, earning an eye roll from you. He is in complete agreement on how much his older brother sucks. He understands why you hate him. He’s irritating, he’s crass and seems to have no concept of personal space or privacy. Yuuji doesn’t care for his brother in the least, and he has no doubt the feeling is mutual. There is love there, of course, but only out of necessity. “You don’t seem to mind him when the family discount applies for weed, though. Interesting.” he says with faux suspicion.

“Okay, that is literally the only thing he’s good for.” you remind him. He laughs, agreeing.

He kisses your lips chastely, hurrying to grab his backpack to hurry home to his expectant brother. The only two reasons he ever leaves you in haste are for work, or for Sukuna. Today was meant to be a day you could spend together since you both have the day off.

But of course, Sukuna ruins everything.

YUUJI: FORGOT TO ASK YUUJI: ARE WE SMOKING TONIGHT? YOU: DUH! YUUJI: BETTER BE NICE TO SUKUNA FOR THAT FAMILY DISCOUNT THEN 😉

You stand outside of your boyfriends apartment complex, shivering, waiting for somebody to answer the door. He ordered a taxi for you since he knows you always worry about your car getting broken into when you visit, his own car suffering numerous break-ins in the span of your relationship.

And really, you don’t want somebody to answer the door. You want it to be Yuuji, specifically, the thought of Sukuna answering the door and tormenting you until you get to the safety of Yuuji’s room is entirely too much to handle. Your nerves are already shredded by being here, the thought of having a battle of words with Sukuna will surely tip you over the edge.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t think you’d get here so quickly.” you hear a voice from behind you. You turn around to see Yuuji. Fuck. You see the hallway light flicker on from under the crack of the front door to his apartment and you realise too late that a demon has been summoned. “I went and got cookie ingredients, I thought we could bake some before we smoke later.”

“Sounds fun.” you smile, his sweet idea assuages the tension you feel, albeit briefly, before his elder brother swings open the front door. Yuuji pulls his lips into a thin line when you can barely contain the scoff that scratches through your throat. Sukuna rolls his eyes, moving aside to let you both in. He peaks inside the bag Yuuji is holding before his little brother smacks his hand away. “Do not touch or I will kill you.” Yuuji warns him, carrying the ingredients to the kitchen before putting them away.

You decide to help, hoping it will go quicker if you pitch in and you can escape his brother’s intimidating stare faster. Sukuna approaches, leaning over a counter as he watches you both.

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence, princess. It’s been a while.” Sukuna taunts, but you ignore him. He clacks his fingernails against the countertop, and the sound is jarring. He smirks when you shoot him a pointedly aggravated stare, giving him reason to do it more. “What do we owe the pleasure?”

You sigh, nostrils flaring as you put two bars of chocolate in the fridge.

“We’re just hanging out, gonna bake these cookies and smoke.” Yuuji answers for you. So you smile, falsely, and rest your back against the wall once you’re done. “Oh, speaking of which… family discount?”

“I’m busy now.” Sukuna looks at you and then back at his brother. “Ask me later.” he expresses, red eyes fixed on you for a moment before he turns to leave.

It’s like you can finally breathe again when you hear him go to his room and close the door. You kick yourself away from the wall and into Yuuji’s open arms. He smooths his heavy hand over your hair, hoping you’ll relax a little. He spends some time figuring out what you can do to pass some time, knowing you’ll need a distraction.

“Let’s just bake the cookies.” you speak, words muffled as you talk into his shirt. You pull away as he looks down at you so that you can speak to him clearly. “I just wanna stay in your room all night…”

“Sure, baby, whatever you want.” he nods. “Okay, lets get all of the ingredients out again.”

He takes his time trying to remember where everything is. You, on the other hand, are rushing to gather them all. Sukuna has a way of making your anxiety spike. He’s too… commandeering. He has a way of forcing everyone’s attention to remain solely on him whether you try to ignore him or not.

You’re intimidated by him, he’s more muscular than your boyfriend and he’s a drug dealer for fuck sake.

It brings shame to you when Yuuji has to snap his fingers to get you out of your trance as you think about his brother. You start cutting up the chocolate bars while he puts ingredients in the stand mixer.

And your mind wanders, again. It’s not like you’re scared of Sukuna. Well, you are, terrified would be more apt. But you know he wouldn’t do anything to you. He’d risk losing Yuuji. And as much as they don’t really get along, they’re extremely co-dependent. Especially Sukuna. He likes the presence of his little sibling and has a slight superiority complex due to being older.

The reality is, you think Sukuna would be lost without Yuuji. Lonely, even. And having Yuuji’s steady income is a nice sense of security for him. He makes plenty of money being a dealer, of course, but he knows it’s a fools game. It’s not reliable and it’s risky.

You put the chocolate chunks into the mixer and watch him as he masterfully fills the ingredients into the bowl. Your thoughts calm for a moment as you can do nought but watch the whisk whir.

“You know I wanna move in with you eventually, right?” Yuuji tells you, and it fully breaks you from your train of thought. You look at him, staying silent so that he can feel free to continue speaking. He leans against the counter as the ingredients continue to mix. “I wanna live with you… marry you… all that.”

His talk of marriage makes your cheeks fill with heat, though you’ve gotten better at playing things cool since your first encounter. You just smile, and nod, as you drink in the delicious information.

“I’m just worried about him.” he tilts his head, indicating he is referring to his elder brother. You nod in understanding, though you don’t have much sympathy for your future brother-in-law. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. “We aren’t like you, we don’t have a big family. It’s just us.”

“Well my family isn’t that—” you stop yourself, looking into Yuuji’s disappointed eyes. It’s foolish to pretend you aren’t blessed with an adoring family. You’re your parents only child, though. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have a sibling. And, of course, you’re spoilt rotten. The reality is that if you didn’t come from privilege, you and Yuuji could have been neighbours. But your parents weren’t about to let you live in a dangerous neighbourhood when they can easily afford to subsidise you. “It must be tough, baby. I know you feel guilty for wanting to leave him.” you rub your hand up and down his arm as a show of comfort.

“Yeah…”

“But…” you start, his eyes locking with yours again. “He’s a grown man, Yuuji. You’ve lived the same life and look at you now… You’re nothing like him.”

You’re right. He knows you are, that’s why you’re standing in silence until the timer goes off and he checks the ingredient bowl. It’s sticky. He scoops a little on his finger and dots it on your nose. The kitchen fills with laughter as you try to retaliate. He’s too fast for you, though.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” he tells you as the situation calms. He licks the chocolatey dough from your nose and presses a gentle kiss onto the tip. And dammit you can’t help but smile.

You begin rolling the dough into balls on a tray. The silence has dissipated, but your thoughts still run rampant. Should Sukuna really be Yuuji’s responsibility? No, of course not. But Yuuji won’t see it that way. He’s sensitive and caring. God, he cares so much.

It makes you dizzy as you watch him smile and walk with the cookies to the oven. They smell so great already, you could have eaten them raw. But they’ll be even better when they’re baked to perfection.

You’ve made these cookies so many times now. The pair of you have process committed to memory. They’re so good. Especially with a tall glass of milk. You always tease Yuuji when you do this since he’s always left with a milk moustache after devouring his plate of cookies.

The sound of the timer rings through the kitchen again. You clap excitedly as Yuuji covers his hands with some oven mitts. The chocolatey smell hits you both like a train, the pair of you moaning involuntarily as you inhale it. He brings them over to the countertop, setting them down to cool.

Sukuna smells it, too. He loves it when you bake cookies because he knows neither of you will deny him one. He’s been smoking and playing video games since he retreated to his room. He’s thoroughly stoned and would very much enjoy a sweet treat right about now. He pauses his game, and the sound of his door opening and closing brings back all of the tension to your body.

“Here.” Sukuna speaks as he enters the kitchen. He tosses a baggie onto the counter and looks at his brother expectantly. Yuuji nods, reaching into his pocket for his wallet so he can pay him. Sukuna’s eyes are fixed on you in the meantime. And as you go to grab the weed, he places his hand over it and pulls it back towards himself.

“Thanks, man.” Yuuji smiles, handing the cash to his brother who pockets it without even checking it’s right. Though Sukuna’s stare doesn’t waver, you find yourself looking down at his hand covering the weed and then turning away completely. He internally beams with pride at that, thrilled to know it’s still so easy to intimidate you. But on the outside it’s simply portrayed as a slight curve of the corner of his mouth. “Is something wrong?” Yuuji wonders.

“Yeah, actually,” Sukuna speaks, finding your eyes again before he looks into Yuuji’s. “I want a cookie, call it family tax.”

“Take two.” you tell him, sternly, a new ferocity in your eyes he hasn’t seen before. You walk over to them and place two cookies on a little plate for him. You go to hand it to him, but as he reaches out to grab them you place them down on the counter. “Let them cool.” you smile, sarcastically.

“Aren’t you sweet.” Sukuna snarls, teeth bared as he slides the plate towards himself. “Sweet enough for your turn. Pay up, you know what I want.” he chuckles. He turns his head and taps his finger against his cheek.

“C’mon, dude…” Yuuji tries to interject. You know Yuuji is furious, deep down. But he won’t call him out on it. Last time he did he wouldn’t give either of you any weed for two weeks. It wouldn’t be a problem if you knew anyone else you could buy from. And the shit Sukuna gets is good. Yuuji has given up on trying to be a dominating presence when it comes to living with his brother. Sukuna is always one step ahead and Yuuji can’t quite keep up.

You go to him, reluctantly, and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. It makes your skin crawl. He makes your skin crawl. And despite your sense of urgency to flee the scene, you can’t. His hand grabs your wrist, and Yuuji is ready to spring to action. Sukuna’s face is unbearably close to yours. His red eyes piercing your own as he does all he can to make you feel small and pathetic.

“That’s a good girl.” he sneers, placing the baggie on the top of your hand after releasing your wrist. He chuckles, darkly, as he walks away with his plate of cookies, taking a bite out of one before he disappears. He kicks his bedroom door shut behind himself, the sound of laughter and guns shooting loudly from his TV are the only thing either of you can hear.

“I’ll bring the cookies and clean up.” Yuuji sighs as he ventures to the sink. “Go and get comfy and pick a movie.”

You don’t say anything, leaving your boyfriend to tidy up in silence. You’re seething with rage. This isn’t right. He does this every single time you’re here and you buy a deal from him. And Yuuji just lets him. You know you neither of you have much choice if you want the access and ability to smoke. But it’s getting to you, badly.

Around fifteen minutes pass after you left the kitchen. You’ve since gotten into your sweatpants and comfortable vest. Shorts would have been preferable, since there’s still an uncomfortable sizzle to the November air, but you’ve learnt your lesson about what you wear when you visit the Itadori household. You’ve had Sukuna leer at your thighs more times than you can count. And it’s never subtle, his eyes lingering for a moment too long to have it potentially be an accident. It’s always so lecherous and purposeful.

You decide to watch Clueless, again. You’re sure Yuuji will be defeated when he sees your choice, he’s lost count of how many times you’ve watched it recently. It’s been a comfort movie to you, for some reason, since Halloween.

“Hey.” Yuuji smiles as he enters the room, somehow managing to carry two glasses of milk and two plates of cookies. “What are we watching?” he asks, looking at the TV. You rush to grab a plate and a glass from his hands to ease his load, putting them on your bedside cabinet as he does the same with his own.

“Clueless.” you smile, happily. “Her step-brother has been hitting really different for me, lately.”

He closes his eyes and stifles a sigh. You can see a laugh desperate to break free as his mouth shakes through a smile. But to his credit, he manages to compose himself, eyes opening again once the reality has set in. Clueless. Again!

“Sounds great baby.”

It’s been a week since you last got to spent time with Yuuji. Your work schedules have been clashing, it feels like a lifetime since you got to spend any time together.

You enjoyed your hash browns in bed after he ordered them for you when you stayed over at his place. Though he ended up ordering Sukuna breakfast, too, leading to uncomfortable extended time with him that you prefer to avoid at all costs. He tried to make conversation with you, he often does, but you took it upon yourself to go back to bed with your hash browns. You tried to enjoy them. You tried to relax. But it’s near impossible when you’re under the same roof as someone you loathe. You watched a Youtube video on your phone while you ate, and then quickly got ready and booked a taxi home.

You’d hoped next time you got to see your boyfriend it would be at your house and away from Sukuna. But, alas, that was not the case. You received a text from him at 10am asking you to come over ASAP.

YOU: is something wrong??

YUUJI: no

YUUJI: just stressed

YUUJI: pls can u come? I’m working tomorrow so I cant stay over ☹️

YOU: okay ☹️ omw 💖

You’ve never had a text like this from him before, and it scared you. Something was telling you that he was downplaying how he was feeling. It took you barely any time to get ready. Forgoing makeup and making an effort in favour of rushing to your boyfriend’s side. Maybe something had happened at work.

Maybe he cheated on you.

He could be dying!

“Shut up…” you whisper to yourself as you pack your toothbrush into its travel case and throw it into your overnight bag. You pick up your car keys, not wanting to waste time waiting for a taxi.

You throw your bag on the passenger seat and speedily drive off. Your anxiety and the adrenaline was getting to you, you knew you’d have to calm down or you’d end up getting into an accident. As you focused on getting to your destination in one piece, you took several deep, slow breaths.

You’re safe.

You park up your car and lock it up. With your bag in tow, you rush to your boyfriend’s apartment. Your left foot taps impatiently after you knock on the door.

No answer.

You knock a little louder.

No answer.

And then you find yourself knocking louder, repeatedly, while you wait for your boyfriend to answer the door. He knew you were coming. He said it was urgent. So why are you waiting here, freezing, for him to answer the door? You’re filled with relief when you see his figure obscuring the light trickling through the cracks of the door. Your teeth chatter, and you begin stepping from foot to foot in a bid to warm through.

But your blood runs cold as the wrong Itadori opens the door.

“Heh. What do you want?” he asks, a cocky grin permeating his features.

“Move.” you demand, barging past him with your bag so that you can hurry to Yuuji’s side. Maybe something is wrong. He could be sick and resting in bed.

“He’s not here.” Sukuna informs you, halting you in your tracks. You turn to face him, a scowl that could kill adorning your face. Did he do something to him? All fear you’ve ever felt from him dies as you approach him, setting down your bag so that you can hit or punch or scratch him if needs be. “Relax.” he tells you.

“Where is he?”

“At work. I thought you had your entire relationship on a Google calendar, you didn’t know?” he laughs, angling his body so that he can bypass you in the skinny hallway. You huff a little, picking up your bag again so that you can follow him.

“But he asked me to come over, he said it was urgent.” you explain, though he doesn’t stop walking. You hurry after him, grabbing his arm until he stops. And he does, his eyes slowly dart down to where your hand holds onto his bicep until you awkwardly let go. “S-Sorry. I’m just confused. Why would he text me if he’s not even here?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not his PA. I don’t fucking know.” he turns away from you again, opening his bedroom door. You huff, again, utterly defeated as you try and decide what to do. You look towards his bedroom door and then to the entrance. You suppose you could go home until he finishes work. Or you could go to the gym he works at and find out what’s happening. You head towards the front door, thinking you’ll decide once you start driving. Sukuna hasn’t fully retreated into his room yet, leaning against his door frame as he calls out to you. “I’m making a bucket, want one?”

Your eyebrows knot as you turn to face him, another involuntary scoff turning to laughter as you look at him in disbelief. He’s got some nerve. You don’t even want to respond, opting to carry on your journey towards the entrance before you look at him again.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? I don’t want to smoke with you.” you roll your eyes.

“Awe, why not, princess? I won’t even add any tax.” he smirks, already heading towards the kitchen as if you’ve given him the answer he clearly wants to hear. And you hate him with your whole heart, because fuck, if you aren’t intrigued. It’s been a while since you’ve had a gravity bong. “Excellent choice, good girl.” he winks as he sees you out of the corner of his eye, as he grabs an empty one litre water bottle from beneath the sink.

You don’t say anything, leaning over the island counter as he prepares the bong for you both. It’s embarrassing, after some time, that you find yourself having to avert your gaze as realise you’ve been staring at his defined back muscles. He’d decided to forgo any form of clothing to cover his torso, only wearing a low riding pair of grey sweatpants, though they’re a darker grey than yours.

It isn’t much better as he whistles, tilting his head for you to join him by the sink. You’d close your eyes if it didn’t make you look like a complete freak, only to hide them from his flexing abs and his juicy pecs. The tattoos aren’t helping, either. It only serves as a reminder that you’re hopelessly trying not to ogle your boyfriends, older, larger, and scarier brother. He’s behaving interestingly, though. He’s never been like this before. He’s dismissive and almost uninterested in you.

“C’mere.” he orders you, dragging you closer to him as he lights the weed in the bowl. You gulp, a little intimidated. Gravity bongs are something you don’t partake in often, you can’t even remember the last time you did one. He moves his finger from the hole he’d poked into the bottle and the water begins to drain from it. Smoke fills the bottle in it’s wake, and when empty, he screws the lid off for you. “Quickly.”

You begin to inhale everything. Not caring how fucked up you feel in the least. You show no signs of stopping, and it impresses him. Your fingers hook around the kitchen counter as you finish, knowing when your bones feel like jelly that you’ve had too much.

“Atta girl,” he comments before repeating the process for himself. He pays you no mind as you wander towards the corner counter space, lifting yourself up like you’re the queen of the kitchen taking her throne.

He continues to ignore your presence as he smokes, inhaling and entirely draining the smoke that had filled the bottle. He tosses it into the sink, walking by you to grab a bag of ice from the freezer, filling two glasses to the brim with the frozen cubes. He fills them with water, sliding one to you.

“Drink.” he commands, and you do, not realising how thirsty you’d become. Your throat burning and eyes flooded with red veins. You drink the water and immediately need to refill. He shows you a kindness, though, handing you his glass to drink before filling your own again. “You’re a real lightweight, huh?”

“Oh shut up. I’m just gonna go.” you tell him, jumping down from the counter and going to collect your bag again.

“You can’t, you’re high.” he reminds you, and in your stoned state the sentence makes you burst into laughter. “You’ll end up crashing your car. Fool.” he gives you another glass of water, refilling his own for a second time before turning to leave the kitchen.

“Great, so I’m stuck here with you and nothing to do?” you pout, opening the fridge to see if there’s anything to eat. “Why did we not make cookies?” you mumble to yourself.

“I have snacks in my room.” Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, like a snake offering an apple in the garden of Eden. You’re tempted. God, you’re tempted. What else are you going to do until Yuuji gets home? He grins, widely, as he hears your feet follow after him as he walks into his bedroom.

You’ve never been in here before. It’s quite tidy, all things considered. It’s very tidy, actually. You’d expected it to be some dimly lit shit hole. It smells nice, save for the weed, the windows are open wide and the sheets smell fresh as you sit on his bed.

He throws a sleeve of Oreos at you and you turn into a giddy child. The two of you kick off your shoes, not caring for where they land as you both get comfortable on his bed. You’re above the duvet, sitting adjacent to him but angled away with your legs crossed. He gets under the covers, though, picking up his Xbox controller as he mindlessly plays GTA V.

You spend far too much time licking the cream of your first Oreo, utterly entranced by the characters, the plot and the violence of the game he’s playing. He doesn’t seem to mind when you ask him a million questions about it, either. He’s more amused that you’re so clueless.

“Here,” he tosses the controller at you. “Go for a drive, it’s fun when you’re stoned.” he tells you.

You’ve played video games before, you aren’t a total idiot. Though he had expected you to ask for more help when he gave you the controller. He thinks it’s cute that you try to obey the speed limits and stop at every red light.

He reaches into his bedside cabinet, pulling out a joint. It’s ignited quickly, his eyes squinting as he inhales and watches the screen to make sure you’re not getting him into trouble on his game.

“You’re not bad when you’re high.” you tell him, passing the controller back to him. He takes it from you, saving his progress before reaching out to smoke again. He sits upright, and you barely react when he pulls you away from where you were sitting until you're facing him. “U-Um…”

He’s giving you a look. That look. The look Yuuji gave you when he told you he had a secret. God, they could be fucking twins if Sukuna wasn’t covered in tattoos, it’s scary. But he doesn’t say he has a secret; he doesn’t say a word. He simply watches you with a pondering stare, but an aim behind his eyes nonetheless.

Your own eyes shift when you see him bring the spliff from his ashtray to his lips. The cherry end of it igniting holds your focus before your eyes are on his again, enraptured by the moment and what he’s thinking. He sucks the smoke deep down into his lungs, and you can’t help but watch the way his chest moves from his heavy breath.

You gasp, softly, as he snatches your stare once again. His thumb and forefinger grasp your chin and tug downwards until your jaw is lowered. His face is barely a centimetre from yours, you know he’s going to kiss you. But why are you about to let him? His lips ghost yours, and you’re taken aback as you feel a plume of smoke invade your mouth. He’s impressed when you breathe it in, though, but smirks wildly as you begin to cough it up.

“You taste like cookies and cream.” he whispers into your ear, the sensation of his words rushes straight to your heat. But your sense comes back, pushing him away from you as you look sternly into his eyes.

“I didn’t say you could do that.” you remind him, preparing to move back to where you were sitting prior. But he stops you, easily, pushing your body down until your head is in his lap but over the duvet cover. “Sukuna…” you sigh, your head and your limbs feel too heavy to move on their own anymore.

“Mm?”

“I’m wi- I’m with Yuuji… I’m with your brother.” you remind him, you move your head a little so that you can look up at him. He doesn’t look at you, though, still focused on his game. You can hear dialogue again, and guns, you’re not as exciting in comparison to that, you suppose.

“I know.” he speaks, his jawline bulging as he swallows and clenches his teeth slightly. “Don’t tell me you thought I was gonna kiss you. Silly girl.” he speaks, still not bothering to grant you with the eye contact you’re so desperately craving for some reason.

But your body betrays you as a whimper escapes from your throat. And that does get his attention. His game pauses, and he looks down at you. But you hide your face, scrunching your eyes shut so he can’t read your expression. But your shy little display tells him all he needs to know.

“Oh? You minx,” he torments you further, and you want to scream. You can’t hide your face anymore, your cheeks becoming too warm and your entire body sizzling with heat. You’re panting, uncomfortably as you try and cool down. “You wanted me to kiss you. You’re with Yuuji, remember?”

“I didn’t! I- I- would never. I love Yuuji, I’m in love with him! I’d never kiss you. Yuck.” you fib, if you weren’t high, you know you’d never be in this predicament. You know you’d never have agreed to hang out with him. But really, it’s a lie. You weren’t high when he asked if you wanted to do buckets. He intrigued you, and you’re a fool, because you fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

“Hm…” he hums, his spliff resting between his lips as his eyes linger on your cleavage before roaming down your body to your sweatpants. He places the blunt back in the ashtray, his eyes setting their sights on your hands. He moves one with ease above your head, though you instinctively pull it back. But it’s too late, the other one joins, a singular hand of his pin both of your wrists down above your head. You wriggle against him, but you don’t pose a challenge in the least.

“S-Sukuna?” you question as his fingers breach the waistline of your sweatpants. A sadistic smirk sprawls across his face as he realises in your haste to be here you’d not bothered putting on panties. You mewl, desperately, as his fingers find your petalled flesh. He doesn’t do much, simply feeling your slick and teasing your folds as he examines your facial expressions.

“You didn’t want me to kiss you?” he asks again. He drags two fingers up your slippery slit until he finds your clit, rubbing targeted circles around it slowly. The tension makes your hips buck, but his face is stern as he watches you keen for him. “Then why is this cunt soaked?”

His words almost bring you to tears, and he can tell. The way they fill with water so rapidly and your face becomes sweaty. You’re ashamed. You’re embarrassed. He’s humiliating you, but you’re too turned on to tell him to stop. You don’t want him to stop.

“I hate you!” you tell him, and there is certainly venom behind it. Because you mean it, you really fucking mean it. He’s the absolute worst. You’re so in love with Yuuji, but he’s ruined everything, now. You should have known this would happen. He’s been flirting and teasing and bothering you throughout your entire relationship with Yuuji. But you never thought it would come to this, ever. Especially after what you’ve been through, you’d never want to inflict that same agonising betrayal onto Yuuji.

“I know. You think I’m so beneath you, yeah?” he grins, and your mouth falls open in surprise, though his circling touch doesn’t stop. “I’m a drug dealer, I’m a bastard, I’m a piece of shit. But, sweetheart, me ‘n Yuuji didn’t grow up with daddy’s bank account like you. But look at you, princess. You hate me and you’re still letting me play with your sloppy cunt.”

“Fuck you.”

“You can, I know you want that. You’re drenched. My fuckin’ fingers are pruning.” he laughs, you want nothing more than to cover your face in shame, but you can’t while Sukuna’s heavy hand trap your wrists. “Awe, you’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Much cuter than when you’re trying to be tough f’me.” his rubbing halts, though the sense of abandonment is short lived as he plunges two thick fingers into you tight hole, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit again.

“O-Oh, fuck, hnng—” you groan, eyes meeting his as he pleasures you. And he drinks in the sight. Your tongue lolled from your mouth as you accommodate his touch, the pads of his fingers batter your g-spot again and again until your back arches. “Sukuna, s-stop, we can’t.” you warn him.

He smirks, ignoring you, opting to do the opposite. He increases the pace in which his fingers torment you, his cock leaks when he sees a few tears spill from your eyes. He’s that good, huh? Maybe his little brother isn’t as talented.

“You’re fucking tight. You’re gonna cum, aren’tcha?” he taunts you, you attempt to clamp your thighs around his hand, but it only spurs him on more. His fingers sink deeper. Your mind and rationale become lost to him. “You’re gonna cum for a bastard like me? Your boyfriends brother, too. Gonna cum in your pants like a virgin just for me? Pathetic little girl.”

“Oh FUCK, GOD!” you cry out, thighs trembling around his hand as you orgasm. Your chest heaves, and he doesn’t fail to notice how your nipples have began to poke through your vest. “C-Christ, okay, lets just forget—”

“I’m not done with you.” he speaks, it cuts through you as he lets your hands go. You massage them quickly, before he pushes his full weight on top of you as you lie flat against the mattress atop the sheets. He holds your jaw, roughly, and kisses you.

He humps his clothed, hard cock against your soaked sweatpants, your slick dampening them with each roll of his hips. He breathes heavily as you kiss. An exchange of saliva and clashing teeth as you moan and break away before licking at each other’s tongues again and again.

You shudder when you feel him put his hands down your pants again, collecting the dewiness at the apex of your thighs before forcing it onto your tongue. And you suck, gratefully, replacing the loss of his lips with his monstrously thick fingers. You can hardly believe he fingered you so easily.

Your lips wrap around his digits beautifully. He moans as he watches your little hands in comparison to his own hold it in place so you can bob your head up and down the length, your tongue licks and laves until there isn’t a trace of your dewiness left.

So he kisses you, again, tongues tangling as he dry fucks his cock into your clothed core. His hands roam and pinch and squeeze every inch of your body that he can grab. He yanks your sweatpants down, tossing them aside with little care to where they might land. And he surprises you, again, when he manoeuvres you seamlessly so that you’re straddling him.

He thinks it’s cute as you look around, unsure of how you got into this position. But he brings you back to him when he humps up into you so that you fall forwards. You kiss him again, but he breaks it to speak.

“Let me taste you, baby. Sit on my face.” he tells you. You’re nervous, but you move yourself so that you’re hovering above him. He pushes a finger into your hole and you throw your head back in satisfaction. “I said sit. I wanna know what a slutty princess cunt tastes like, so fucking sit.” he orders, his arms hooking around your thighs and forcing you down until you smother him with your heat.

“FUCK,” you moan, loudly, as his nose nudges against your throbbing clit. You aren’t sure what to do with so much freedom to move. The way he slurps and feasts on your dripping flesh sends wave after wave of embarrassment through you. And he’s loud he’s so fucking noisy as he moans into your heat and drinks every drop that your heavenly cunt has to offer. “J-Jesus… ah—!” you yelp, feeling his palm come down hard to strike your behind.

You begin to roll your hips, rubbing your pussy up and down over his face and stimulating your clit with his nose. He reaches under your vest, tweaking your nipple as you hump his face. He spanks you again, quickly, as you stop moving. You’re too gone, completely lost in the moment as you use him for your pleasure. You’d never have expected this from him.

He relinquishes your nipple to free his cock from it’s material prison. You heard the sticky sound of it ring through the room as he jerks himself off. His moaning becomes louder. The divine taste of your cunt and the ability to stroke himself goes straight to his head. You’re gone, you’re fucking gone. But he’s right behind you. The way you’re smothering him makes him lightheaded, but he’s not letting you go until he’s ready.

You see the pink silhouette of his cock as you look over your shoulder, but you’re desperate to get a better view. He groans, so loudly that you think he might have came, as you tug on his pink hair. Using it to your advantage as you ride his face into your next toe-curling orgasm. And at that, you do collapse. Practically singing his name as you cum in his mouth, only when you’ve reached your high does he let up on you.

He admires the view of your tits as you back up to look down at him, throwing your vest over your head as carelessly as he’s discarded your pants. His face is shimmering with your juices, and you feel another searing tidal wave of embarrassment as the reality sets in that you’ve done this to him. And you’re still cheating on your boyfriend. But you’re past the point of no return, you think. Yuuji is barely on your mind, all of your attention is on his brother, now.

And he’s still not through with you yet.

“Do you need some cock?” he asks.

“Y-Yes.” you nod, pathetically.

“Look at it, then. Look at my cock and beg for it.” he tells you.

You adjust your position so that you’re hovering above his face again but facing his cock perfectly. It’s beautiful, you think. More defined than Yuuji’s but around the same size and width. His cockhead is more prominent and the veins are unmissable. You’d have begged without even being asked if you’d gotten the chance to see it earlier.

“Go on,” he starts. You feel his hands between your shoulder blades and he pushes you down roughly. “Beg for my cock, whore.”

“Please, please Sukuna. I need you to fuck me.” you start, completely reduced to tears as you look at it as your mouth waters. You hold him with both hands, and you’re still unable to hold the entire length of it. “Wanna cum on you. W-Want you to b-bruise my cervix. Need to feel you inside, please, please please.” you’re practically sobbing as you continue.

“Kiss it.” he demands. “Worship my cock, and I’ll decide if your slutty cunt is worthy.” he tells you. Your eyes widen, but you kiss his tip without question. It’s so sweet and affectionate despite how sordid and lewd it is. But you can’t help it. It’s worthy of worship. You’re sure it’ll hurt, but you’ll take it. You don’t mind in the least.

You lick your tongue across his slit, poking your tongue into it slightly and relishing in how he hisses from the sensation. He buries his face in your cunt again, moaning into your soaking folds as you please him.

His length is freed from one of your hands, making the decision to cup his balls as your kiss down his shaft towards his pubis. His head is thrown back as you make contact with his balls, the grunt he releases is ethereal, you’d never have known such beautiful sounds could from him.

You scream, slightly, as he spanks your ass. It encourages you to take him down your throat and ignore your gag reflex and you bob and suck and run your tongue along each vein it can detect. He can barely focus on eating you out, too bewildered with your near pornographic performance.

“Such a good little cocksucker. No wonder Yuuji likes you.” he spanks you again. “Think he’d still like you if I told him I’ve been balls deep down your throat, slut? I’m not so sure. But I like you, a lot more now.”

“S-Shut up.” you tell him, defiantly. You silence him as you lower your pussy to his lips again, distracting him momentarily with your sweet taste.

You feel his cock flexing in your hand, like he’s ready to blow his load right down your willing throat. Even though you don’t want him to cum like this, you wouldn’t mind. You’ll swallow every last drop for him.

He stops you, though, shoving you away from him so that he doesn’t cum prematurely.

“Hands and knees, now.” he speaks coldly. He admires your face quickly before you get into the position he wants you in. It’s glistening with sweat, tears, spit, and his precum. “Good fucking girl.” he spanks you as you arch your back and wait patiently for him. Your legs spread apart and your cunt pulses in anticipation for him to slot himself inside.

He doesn’t though, not right away. Instead, he leans over to his beside table and pulls his phone off charge. He kneels behind you as he pulls up the camera app and swiping to video mode. His sweatpants are shoved down his thighs and rest at his knees. He takes a few photos of your glittering, pulsating cunt, spreading it open as his fingers dig into one of your ass cheeks.

“Pretty fuckin’ princess pussy…” he moans, and you mirror him, following it with a giggle. You feel a sense of pride at his praise, arching your back deeper. “Ohhh there she is, good girl, good little slut.”

He drags his cockhead through your shimmering folds, gasping each time it catches against your hole.

“P-Please fuck me, daddy, n-eed it.” you whine, earning another hard slap against your ass. He’s happy, of course. He didn’t expect you to be such a slut, he’d never have expected you to utter such a filthy title for him of all people. He’s certainly never heard you refer to Yuuji as daddy whenever he hears you fucking through the thin walls.

“You’ve got good manners, for a whore.” he speaks, your hole flutters with each word, but he sees how hard you clench as he degrades you. A new understanding of what your body likes. He’d only been doing it for his benefit, but now, he knows you like it too. “Do you like being a whore for daddy, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you pant, “Love bein’ a whore for you, daddy…”

“Cute. I’ll give you my cock, then.” he pushes the tip in before pulling out completely again, chuckling at how whiny you are from the loss. “But you know, princess, good whores like to be cummed in. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

“Please… please cum inside. W-Want you to fill me up!” you tell him, and it’s enough. It’s more than enough to have him bullying his cock into your desperate cunt. You moan, boisterously from the stretch. You’re sure their neighbours won’t be happy if they’re home, the whole complex probably heard you. But you don’t care, and neither does he.

He’s glad that you said he could cum inside.

It’s not like you had a choice, though.

“Do you still want me to bruise your cervix?” he asks, angling the phone in his hand to capture how fucking deep he is inside of you. Your ass pressed flush against him as you swallow his cock hungrily. You nod, dumbly, yelping again when you feel a stinging slap against your cushioned ass. “Words.”

“Want you to br-uuise my c-cervix, daddy.” you wince.

“You’re such a good fuck toy, aren’t you?” he laughs.

He begins to pound into you, his brute strength and weight behind every aggressive pummel of his hips. It hurts, God, it fucking hurts as his tip nudges against your cervix. But you don’t care, you’re sure you will when you’re sober and your logical train of thought returns.

But now, in this moment, you truly are Sukuna’s fuck toy.

And it feels fucking sublime.

He captures on film the way that you moan and gasp and plead for something you aren’t even aware of. The way your hands grip into his pristine white sheets. But is favourite part is watching how your pussy stretches open as you swallow his coke can cock. And the way your ass ripples with each pulverizing thrust into you.

“F-Fuck,” he moans, “You’re fucking suffocating me.” he speaks, barely able to contain himself as he feels heady with lust. He doesn’t stop, though, he doesn’t care if you cum anymore. He’ll finger you again to finish you off if needs be, but for now, he needs to be selfish. Thoughts of filling you up and flooding your unprotected womb make him feral.

“Sukuna! S-Stop!” you warn him.

“Huh?” he responds, showing no intention of stopping or slowing as he rams his cock into you repeatedly. The only thing on his mind is finishing, he couldn’t care less about your change of heart or guilty conscience.

“F-Feels funny, I- I can’t! Hnnng—!” you finish, cunt squirting and gushing like a fountain all over him. “Oh my god…” you pant, burying your face in the pillows as you hide your shame from him.

“Holy fuck,” he responds, thrilled that he’d captured the moment on film. You show no signs of stopping either. You squirt as much as a backed-up teenager getting his first handjob. He spanks your pussy and rubs his hand all over it, making a complete mess of the two of you and the sheets below. “Dirty little squirter, hah? Fuck, you’re like a pornstar.” he tells you, chuckling again.

You don’t dare show your face, but you mewl into the pillows as you ride out the rest of your high as he shoves his cock back into you.

“Do it again, on my cock.” he demands.

“C-Can’t, can’t cum anymore.” you tell him, utterly spent and defeated as you allow him to use your body for his own benefit.

“Brat. You’ll cum on daddy’s cock and be grateful that I’ve been so good to you.” he explains. And true to his word, he manages to build it up in you again, somehow, as he continuously batters his length into your g-spot until your vision turns white.

He’s not doing much better, either, still enraptured by the sight of your dripping wet pussy and soiled sheets. It’s something he needs to see again, a sight he will treasure ‘til the day he fucking dies.

“Cum, slut. Make a fucking mess.” he speaks through gritted teeth.

“Mmmnf, hah, aaaah—!” you moan, granting his wish. The sight helps him topple over into his own bliss. His cum flooding your ruined walls, he fucks it further into you, but pulls out eventually to see his sperm dripping from your filthy cunt.

“Are you embarrassed, brat? You sprayed yourself again.” he snickers, spreading your pussy open with two fingers to see the mixture of his cum and your release spill from your twitching hole. “Has Yuuji ever made you do that? No… I’m sure he doesn’t know you’re this much of a dirty whore. But I do, I know now.”

The mere mention of the man you’ve betrayed has you bursting into tears. The sex was mind-blowing, yes, but at what cost? You’ve been begging him to move in. Hell, he was talking about marrying you. But you can’t have that with him, now, not after this.

You sobered up a little after a shower, making sure to keep the door locked as you washed yourself of your indiscretion. You even waited in there until you dried off to get changed, not wanting to risk Sukuna seeing you naked again. The damage is done, of course, but you at least want to be able to proudly say it was a mistake that will never happen again.

Maybe Yuuji will forgive you.

There’s no way you can keep it from him. Not after what you went through. It’ll break his heart, of course it will. But you can’t hide it, it’ll just get worse over time when it eventually comes out, because it will. Whether you tell him or Sukuna does through a weed induced stupor, the truth will come out.

You’ve been checking the time on your phone repeatedly to see if Yuuji has finished work yet. Eager and filled with fear and anxiety so that you can tell him, honestly, what happened. He’s going to hate you. There’s no way he won’t hate you after this. But you owe it to him and you owe it to yourself to be truthful.

You tense up as you hear a knock at the door. Yuuji wouldn’t knock, so you know who it is.

“Go away.” you warn him, but it doesn’t deter him.

“Aw, don’t talk to daddy like that.” he smiles, a shit eating grin that you want to smash against concrete.

“You’ve ruined my life, get out of here.” you tell him, crossing your legs as you check the time on your phone again. You sigh, throwing it further down the bed so that it’s out of reach. You’d missed how he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh as he turned to leave. But you stop him. “Don’t tell Yuuji, please. I want to be the one to tell him.”

“Tell him… what?”

You look at him, bewildered, unable to process if he’s being serious or not.

“That we fucked.” you remind him, deciding you aren’t about to spend all day trying to decipher his tone. “I need to be the one to tell him, so don’t say anything.”

“Oh, tell him that?” he questions, laughing again as he realises he knows something you don’t know.

“It’s not fucking funny, Sukuna!”

“Yeah, it is, you’re a little slow on the uptake.” he laughs some more, sitting on the edge of the bed. His ruby red eyes piercing into yours intimidatingly despite the smile on his face. “You don’t need to tell Yuuji anything.”

“Yeah, I d—”

“Yuuji knows.” he laughs, louder, almost bursting into hysterics as he sees the astonished look on your face.

“W-What?” you sigh, looking around the room in horror.

“Yeah… I mean, c’mon.” he smirks. “Why else would he text you to come over, when he wasn’t even home?”

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