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Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - Questions!

I got some questions in my replies and accidentally wrote a mini-essay about it, so I figured it’d be easier to read in this format rather than in the comments! Obviously, there are spoilers for the one-shot.

@cuteudon

It’s absolutely not a stupid question! I’m super honoured that you thought about my fic long enough to think this through and ask a question about it! 🥰

For me, reader is vying for his attention rather than affection (or humanness). They’ve known him for long enough to understand that if they say something he really dislikes, their head’ll hit the ground in 0,1 second, so I don’t think they’re expecting grand gestures here. 😞 I think they’ve known each other for quite a while, actually, and he trusts them to an extent. After all, they can ignore his comments and pull his hair without punishment. The sentence “…you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses.” is important, because they have enough hubris to think that they’re standing on even ground with him. Reader is hella delusional. 😰

Sukuna isn’t keen on engaging in conversation. Maybe it’s because he’s used to complete silence after being confined inside his own mind for who knows how long, maybe he doesn’t value reader’s thoughts that highly (I think it’s a bit of both). Even though he’s dismissive of reader, they attempt to ‘worship’ him for his attention, which is basically the only way anyone who isn’t an insanely strong sorcerer can interact with him. Reader’s the cultist worshipping their occult god, with them being the one constantly seeking his attention and him the one who chooses whether to ignore or answer. I think this power imbalance frustrates them whenever it causes inconveniences (Sukuna ignoring them), otherwise they don’t mind him dominating everything.

When reader starts imagining that they’re together with Yuji, I think they start confusing attention with affection. Their understanding of relationships is shallow, as they expect Yuji to perform for them in the same way they do to Sukuna, which probably wouldn’t work as their power imbalance makes worshipping Sukuna very natural while they’re just a random person. Nevertheless, they can see themselves as the god in their relationship with Yuji and maybe, they realize, they would’ve managed to see him as a god in turn. I think they subconsciously know that their definition of a relationship is unhealthy and that Yuji would never accept it, which is why they think they’d “fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him” and eventually returns their focus to Sukuna. The relationship between Sukuna and reader fulfils certain needs but I don’t think they (reader) want an equal relationship. I think they took to Sukuna’s teachings and learned that the only way to be appreciated is to become a god and dominate another person. 😢 This would be the only meaningful relationship they could possibly have, unless they get their shit together.

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It was a lot of fun to analyze my own works, so I’d be super excited to answer more questions about anything I write!

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Cascade [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: Satoru picks you up after a wild night in Tokyo’s party districts. While he’s dying to be more than your close friend, he won’t act until he’s certain you want him, too.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Cute, Fluff, Humor, Slight angst, Nightlife, Pining, Pre-relationship

Word Count: Almost 2k

Author’s Note: Feels good to complete something. I listened to The Rose’s cover of ILYSB while writing this.

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Gojo Satoru’s 1AM drive to one of Tokyo’s nightlife district was strictly for serious business. While he would fit into the crowd of youthful people enjoying the neon stinging their eyes and body contact with at least four strangers at all times, he had zero intentions on partying. Indeed, his sole mission was to retrieve a package – that package being you.

Lulled into rumination by the car engines constant humming, Satoru pondered about your occupation of his mind. Even though his days were busy, he would associate the concept of you with quite literally anything. Bickering with the higher ups? He could envision himself cranking up the drama as he told you the story, smiling smugly inwards at you cooking him comfort food to soothe ‘his stressful day’. Whenever something hilarious or crazy happened, he would automatically think ‘I’ll tell Y/N this later’. One would expect it would annoy him but it was not the case; Satoru was entertained by his daily fantasies, very much enthralled by the walking-on-clouds-feeling his body would produce during his mental escapades. If one Y/N thought equalled one endorphin molecule, he was experiencing a cascade.

His first thought after awakening every morning was your face between his palms, his fingers frigid against your temples. If things between you two ever developed, one day your face would be his first experience that day, every day for the rest of his life. Right now, Satoru would pin your relationship as close friends. As much as he would overinterpret your behaviour towards him, he was quite certain you were not interested in discovering whatever else could unfold between the two of you. Not yet, his positive inner self protested. Maybe never, his negative inner self retorted.

Despite his conflicting emotions, he gathered himself up into a presentable version of himself while he walked to the nightclub your friend had mentioned. Your safety was his number one priority right now, regardless if you were into him romantically or not.

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“Text me when you’re home!” you yelled over the pulsating music, bidding your friend farewell by blowing her a kiss. In a dramatic motion, she caught the invisible kiss in her palm and clutched it against her chest.

“I will! Stay safe, bitch!” she screeched back before submerging into the human current outside the club, her cursed energy swashing to and fro like a solar flare.

Even though his evening had been a cozy movie-night in his bedroom, Satoru’s limbs felt heavy from looking at you. With your shoulders drooping and hands massaging your left thigh, you were finally punished from dancing non-stop all evening. Indeed, your hair clung to your forehead, neck and upper arms, intermingling with the shining perspiration on your skin. Nevertheless, you seemed to relish in whatever banger was playing inside as you were gently swaying side to side.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said, pre-emptively shushing him with your index finger in the air. “But I’ll take a shower once I’m home.”

“I was actually thinking that I should’ve brought a towel, considering that your sweat’ll soak the car seat,” he said and tucked some slick strands away from your face. Your mortified look cracked him up. “It’s fine, I’ll lend you my jacket.”

“Your expensive-ass jacket? Thanks, I’d rather freeze to death.”

He rolled back his shoulders as he slid his jacked halfway down his back, hands still in his pockets. A little disappointment tinged his tongue. “Are you sure? I warmed it up just for you.”

“Yeah, stop stripping and let’s get the hell out of here.” You smacked his back with an open hand, pushing him onwards. “God, I can’t wait until we get home. I’m so tired. Are we going to your place?”

Let’s not read into anything, Satoru thought. ‘Anything’ meant both your off-hand comment about his place and the fact that your hand remained steady on his back even after you two joined the crowd. Physical closeness wasn’t anything new between you but the context provided another layer of complexity to read into. Suddenly, being the completely sober adult in charge seemed like too heavy a responsibility for him...

Without meaning to, his back tensed up. “No, you weirdo. You can sleep off the alcohol in your own bed.”

You either weren’t bothered by his tenseness or you didn’t notice, as you shifted your hand around his waist. You carefully leaned against his arm. “Sounds boring. Don’t you want to talk all night?”

Like always, your presence burned his arm, enough that he was unable to feel the strangers he bumped into on his other side. This was a sign, right? Or were you flirting as a friend? In the past, he had people confess their ‘love’ for him and apparently they thought his teasing and touching meant he fancied them. Being extremely lovable wasn’t easy, especially not when any platonic affection could be re-constructed as romantic by the other part. You, too, were extremely lovable and affectionate… Had he been in your shoes, this proximity wouldn’t have had any romantic subtext. But unlike him, you had a good personality… This could be the night you two finally spoke about whatever was between you two.

Or the night where you lose a friend because of your stupidity, his negativity brought up.

It had a point. Yeah, you were a good person and a terrific friend – he’d be an idiot if he lost you. Compared to his co-workers and allies, you were awfully soft; he liked how you doted on him, even when he was a pain in the ass. If you rejected him now, your dynamic wouldn’t be the same and his life would be much harder for it.

“We can talk later today,” he said, his arm automatically shooting out to stop an accidental elbow-right-into-your-chest-accident. He settled his arm around your shoulder after giving the guy the evil guy through his glasses. Watch your limbs, man.!

“That was close,” you said, sighing. “Thank you, Satoru! I’m sorry about having to call you out this late, by the way. Did I wake up you?”

He both cursed and rejoiced on the inside now that you changed subject. “Couldn’t be helped that your friend had an emergency. Next time, try to wake me up later for an early breakfast instead.”

“Next time, you’re coming with us.”

His lips faltered slightly, smile not feeling as genuine. He adjusted the collar on his jacket to hide it. “To the nightclub?”

Your index finger jabbed into his side accusingly. “Anywhere! Last time we hung out was… uh…”

This was the first time in a few weeks you two had spoken in person by yourselves. As you both mostly met together with your friends, you tended to invite him whenever the gang planned something. He admitted to himself that he often declined because he only wanted your company, but you never offered to join him instead. Whenever he invited you out, you’d be perfectly alright with hanging out just the two of you, though.

“Two weeks ago?” He squinted into the lights of an incoming car. “It’s because of work but-“

“I’m not a hikikomori, you bastard – I’ve got a job too, but I’ll make time for you, you know?”

You’d make time for anyone, Satoru thought, somewhat discouraged.

The crowd thinned out as you entered the parking lot, though the place was jam-packed with cars. Both of you remained quiet as you passed by couples on the way to Satoru’s car. When you detached yourself from his side, he rustled your hair. You stood on your tippy-toes to return the favour, messing up his hair worse than he did yours. He liked seeing you struggle to reach his head, so he didn’t mind.

“I missed you, scarecrow,” you said, pinching his cheek. He elongated his smile to feel one knuckle touch his lips. “What is the gremlin and scarecrow duo without the scarecrow?”

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Slumped against the window, you were peaceful the entire ride home. Every so often, Satoru would catch a glimpse of your sleepy face and his heart would clam up. He made the right decision in picking you up, even though he aged weeks in those twenty minutes you two had spoken. Your interactions followed a pattern: he’d look forward to meeting you, creating fantasies and expectations of what could be; when you were with him, he would attempt not to ruin your current friendship to the point where he’d feel sick; and whenever you two parted, he’d overindulge in his memories. In two days, he’d be prepared to undergo this rollercoaster once again.

He drove into your street and called your name.

You immediately woke up and looked outside. “What time is it?”

“Almost 2AM…” he exhaled deeply, hands falling into his lap. He still had to drive home, so he’d be in bed in 30 minutes.

“Everything hurts,” you said, bending forward to readjust your high heels. “My legs are killing me… I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’m not sure I can walk now.”

He understood what the lilting tone at the end of your sentence meant and with great effort he stepped out of the car. Your giddiness as he opened the car-door on your side was intoxicating, as was the feeling of seeing you stretch your arms towards his neck. He cradled one arm below your thighs and one behind your back.

“Watch your head,” you chided softly into his ear, covering the top of his head as he carried you out of the car.

“Gimme keys.” Satoru leaned slightly backwards to account for your weight as you handed him the key to your apartment. With your bare arms against his neck, he would be surprised if you didn’t notice how his pulse rose.

Your apartment door opened and he stepped into darkness, shutting it behind his back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, heading for your bedroom with his shoes on. Your teeny apartment had a teeny bedroom with a single sized bed.

“Say, Satoru,” you said, your cheek pressed below his ear, “are you sure you don’t want to stay and talk?”

“Just go to sleep, Y/N.” Satoru leaned over your bed to carefully lay you down. Your grip on his neck loosened and he thought you’d comply until you kissed his neck, his soul almost as soft as your lips.

“What about now?” you asked and released your arms, falling onto your bed. Your hair spilled around you, a gloria around your tired face. “I’ll let you sleep in my bed, if you want to.”

Honestly, he wanted this. Everything he’d thought of earlier this night could become true if he gave in, which was insane enough to send his head swimming. He’d endure this cramped bed for you, even with his feet being colder than hell and his back aching from sleeping on his side. Gojo Satoru was more than ready.

However, he did not want this to backfire. What if you were simply too horny, lonely, exhausted or intoxicated to consider the consequences right now?

You rolled towards the wall, leaning on your side. Your eyelids fluttered weakly, your exhaustion almost overtaking your body and yet you found enough strength to pat the empty space beside you. “See, there’s space. I’ll always leave space for you.”

Ah, fuck it.

Satoru’s personality was bad; his attitude was self-indulgent; his morality was concrete grey; and his discipline when it came to you near non-existent. If you awoke tomorrow and found that you had fallen asleep with the love of your life – then great, you were both on the same page. If he had completely misunderstood your intentions, he would absolutely bullshit his way out of trouble, like he always did. Whatever, everything’d be alright someday.

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If you enjoyed this, give me a like/follow/reblog/comment/scream into the void. I hope everyone had a good New Year and let’s hope that 2021 is kind.

Started this 22/11/2020, finished 10/01/2021.

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ilcaeryx · 3 years

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hiiiii i recently got into jujutsu kaisen and ofc i started scouring ao3 for sukuna fics bc i'm in love with the bastard and omg your cultist fic was the first one i read and it's incredible!! i love it so much your writing is so evocative and your characterization was so great!! it was amazing thank u sosos much xxoxox can't wait to read more of your work

🥰 🥰 🥰 Sukuna’s a lot of fun to write; it’s hard to find a dynamic where there’s enough pay-off for the reader to get satisfaction from smut/angst/fluff but where his ferocious nature is not compromised. I’d like to continue walking the line between him being King of Curses and making him more humanized without erasing his background... Would be pretty interesting.

It’s super flattering to hear that my characterization is good, thank you for your kind words! 😝 I wish people could read more of my work too. Unfortunately, until December’s over I won’t have too much time to devote to writing.

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Jujutsu Kaisen WIPs

Cascade - “Satoru picks you up after a wild night in Tokyo’s party districts. While he’s dying to be more than your close friend, he won’t act until he’s certain you want him, too.” A take of a less confident and eccentric Gojo handling his (perhaps) unrequited love. Humor, angst, fluff, comfort (?). Link HERE.

Time Shall Cease - “Gojo Satoru has an unsent message for you wasting away in his inbox. You’ve got a playlist specifically for thinking about him. Because of this, your return to Tokyo will be memorable.” Sequel to Make It Happen. Reader returns to Tokyo and meets Gojo for the first time in eight months. How has their relationship changed? Fluff, feel-good.

Rejection - “Gojo Satoru utilizes the best fandom trope to get closer to you, his coworker/crush. You play along until you break his heart.” Gojo acidentally books one hotel suite instead of two but you’re done with his pranks. Humor, fluff.

Drown In The Charybdis - “All Satoru wanted was to hold you. All you wanted was to die.” You’re suicidal and Gojo does what he can to keep you alive. Hurt, comfort, angst.

An Excision - “Now that Sukuna has completely possessed Itadori Yuji’s body, you’re certain you’ll never see him again. Or anyone else that you love, for that matter.” Sequel to Cultist. Reader ponders about her (questionable) relationship with Sukuna. Angst, plot-heavy.

Solipsism - “Sukuna knows that one day, he will lose you. What do you think he would sacrifice to keep you by his side?” Sukuna and reader wander the wastelands after reacquiring his full power. When he realizes he cannot keep her alive with brute strength, he finds another way to immortalize his lover. NSFW, smut, gore, angst, plot-heavy.

Tolerate It - “Your presence was a convenience, not a pleasure. Perhaps all you needed was to grow up." Reader is disappointed at Nanamin and herself for failing at marriage. I listen to one song from Taylor Swift and suddenly I’m writing sad shit? Angst, hurt.

Acedia - “Your husband was hardworking and yet here you were, procrastinating with Gojo Satoru.” Nanamin comes home to you wasting time on Buzzfeed instead of studying. Fluff, funny.

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If you’re interested in my future works, you can always follow me! Comment if there’s a particular fic that interests you the most. ✌️ I’ll focus on Time Shall Cease if possible because of several requests for a part 2 for Make It Happen.

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Make it happen part 2 please 🥺😍

😍 I want to write two additional parts. The first part would be a sequel about reader arriving to Tokyo and Gojo meeting her at the station - after months of not meeting, what’d happen? Not sure about the second part but it’d be fun to write about Gojo and reader actually becoming a couple. Less pining, more actual romance.

I already have chapter names picked out lol, just need to find fitting songs for inspiration. I’ve been listening to The Greatest Showman OST and perhaps From Now On would fit the first part?

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Make It Happen [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: You’ve only known Gojo Satoru for a week, yet he wants you to stay in Tokyo instead of returning home.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Fluff, Fledging romance, Cute, Gojo is touchy-feely, Life choices, Goodbyes, Crushes, Moving, Honesty, Pre-relationship

Wordcount: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Yo. Here’s something I wrote listening to LOONA’s Universe.

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Your spontaneous trip to the capital was officially becoming a mere memory, a vibrant week in your otherwise stagnant and convenient life. Once you boarded that train home, you would reminisce about your new experiences and your new-found friendship in Gojo Satoru. On the inside, you were incredibly grateful for having the chance to experience the semblance of a life in Tokyo, much thanks to his hospitality. How you would ever repay him, you had no idea. A stray tear balanced against your eyelashes and you subtly caught it with a digit.

Eight minutes until departure, which could be either an eternity or a flash depending on your mindset. You hoped it was the former. Your insides howled, a chaotic storm overwhelming you with the knowledge that you could remain in Tokyo and live. Your small-town life was quaint, without hardships and you were surrounded by your loved ones – an existence you increasingly dreaded to return to. It was an isolated life.

Satoru ceased walking and pointed at your train with a thumb. “This is your train. I told you it’d be easy for you to find.”

You joined him, your arms straight against your sides. In one hand you held your ticket home, in the other a bag containing assorted goods chosen by Satoru. A farewell present you’d devour by yourself on the train.

“Perhaps for you,” you answered. “Not everyone has an amazing sense of orientation.”

“It’s less being good at something and more of an experience thing. I travel a lot for work, so I know my way around here.” Satoru had your travel bag behind your shoulder, running his free hand up and down the strap. He was wearing some fashionable big-city wear and you had your easy-to-move-in tourist wear, yet you thought that perhaps you two seemed like a couple about to travel to the surrounding people.

A train further away stopped with a screech, naturally ending your exchange. The abundance of sounds still bothered you a bit and you couldn’t help but glance in that direction.

Tone devoid of any traces of humour, Satoru said, “You should stay here.”

You looked up at him, his profile beautiful as he peered down at you from the edge of his vision. Those words reinforced your fantasies of a future that could come true. An interesting job, a teeny overpriced flat, new friends and the company of Gojo Satoru. It could be amazing. Could being the keyword, of course. Your shoulders felt less light with this realization. There was much that could go wrong.

He jutted an index finger in the air, as if proving a point. “Tokyo will do wonders for you.”

“You’ve known me for less than a week,” you said, covering a hesitant smile behind your wrist. “What makes you think I’m not better off in a small town?”

“After you get home, all you’re gonna do is sit by your computer.” Ouch, true – but it still stung. “You’ve got a year’s worth of entertainment here. You like touristy stuff, right? This is the perfect place for that kind of stuff.” Satoru straightened his back and faced you with his entire body. “And I’m here. Isn’t that the most important part, after all?”

Whatever expression he was making, you had never seen it aimed at you before. His lips were tight-lipped and somewhat upturned, an anticipating smile stained by uncertainty. While his glasses obscured most of his eyes, his eyebrows were upturned, causing slight wrinkles that did not match his usual disposition.

Was that last part meant to be a joke or is he serious? I cannot tell with this guy.

“It’d certainly be fun to move here… I don’t want to die knowing I could’ve had more, even if it’s a greedy sentiment." You drew your hands against your ribs, fiddling with your train ticket. “However, I’d have to leave behind my friends and family… I am not sure I could do that.”

“They will be alive.”

Factually correct in the universal sense, yet it would impact your existence terribly to part from them. What were you willing to sacrifice to feel satisfied upon your deathbed? Comfort? The presence of your family? An easy life? You’d miss your loved ones an awful lot – would the accumulated feelings of being apart be greater than mourning the potential of an amazing life?

This sentence meant more to Satoru than was apparent, you suspected. He hadn’t shared much about his past other than mentioning crazy teenage hijinks. Perhaps his past held a painful separation and this was how he reasoned himself into peace. The reason for his pure honesty.

“But if you don’t move here,” he said, pouting his lower lip, “I’d have to travel two hours to see you all the time. That would be bothersome.”

His usual playful persona resurfaced and you replied with a grateful sigh. His tendency to ventilate his true thoughts was hilarious when applied to others… not so much when directed at you. You needed time to think this through, while he seemed to steamroll his way through decisions. Although you were severely flattered by his comment, even when said in such a light-hearted manner, you reprimanded him with a soft smack. “You can’t say those kind of things when you’re an adult.”

“I can say whatever I want since the second-hand embarrassment is everyone else’s problem.” He got closer to you as another train screeched into the station, bending down slightly to accommodate for the difference in height. It bothered you a bit how profoundly you relished in his body heat, even if it was faint.

“It’s not embarrassing per se… but it just appeals to fantasies that may not turn out well.”

“Hard work will give the best possible outcome. Just do your best.” He readjusted your scarf, tightening it around your neck. His fingers were entangled in the fabric, straightening it out. You dropped your bag onto the floor, surprising yourself with the surge of courage in your action. You grasped Satoru’s hands, your thumbs below his palms and your fingers spread across the back of his hands.

“What about everything that could go wrong?” you asked.

Satoru remained silent for a few seconds before bowing down and resting his forehead on your knuckles. Nothing had ever happened before that made you want to kiss the crown of another person’s head this much. You did not understand what was going on, but you were positively shivering.

“If it goes wrong, it’s still an experience. You might not enjoy it while it is happening, but you’ll appreciate it afterwards. At the very least you’ll appreciate you got out of the chaos alive.”

You thought back to situations in your life where you could apply this school of thought. There was some truth in his words. Still, he downplayed the sacrifices and effort because those were not his to bear.

“… I’ll consider it. I can’t take a decision like that spontaneously, but I’ll think it through.”

“As long as you get here…,” he paused, an unnatural hesitancy in his voice, “everything will be alright.”

Something told you he would have expressed this differently, had you not jested about his honesty being embarrassing. Hearing an adult speak their innermost thoughts in such a manner was refreshing, for those were all things you wanted to believe despite reality proving your wrong. You wanted to believe him, you really did, even if you had only known each other for a week.

You both detached from each other without a sound, a joint decision after hearing the warning call for your train. He carefully treaded your travel bag on one shoulder, and you picked up your bakery bag.

Bowing neatly, you said, “I’m happy got lost in Shinjuku, otherwise we would never have met. Thank you for approaching me.” You said his name affectionately, almost dropping the san-honorific altogether.

He returned the bow. “We would have ended up meeting in one way or another. It’s a tiny universe. Safe travels, Y/N.”

This memory concluded with you rushing into your train mere seconds before the door shut close, alienating you from Tokyo. The bittersweet feeling of returning home, perhaps only temporarily, enshrouded you. Even when you settled into your seat with your baked goods in your hands, a feeling that this trip had changed your life fulfilled your body. Your only regret now was that you had not kissed Satoru goodbye, but it was too early for that – it had only been a week. If possible, you would make it happen the next time you returned to Tokyo. You’d come back and you’d unravel the mystery that was your future and Gojo Satoru.

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Yesterday I reached 200 followers on Tumblr! Thank you for all the support I’ve received recently, it means a ton! If I can cheer up someone’s day by writing, it’s worth the pain. 💪 I will try my best to crank out a piece for tomorrow!

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Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm. “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life.

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

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About the Sukuna/Reader NSFW piece

I am sorry for the long wait, but it is completed. The final tags will be size kink, body worship, grinding and cock warming. I rewrote the ending twice because I wasn’t satisfied with it. I mean, I’m still not satisfied but a hoe never will be tbh. 🤟😔 I’ll post it tomorrow hopefully. I hope you all enjoy it!

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Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - Excerpt

Hello, I’m back with another excerpt. This time I’m planning a NSFW one-shot with size kink, biting and body worship. Anyway, I wrote this by listening to Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder and the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front lol.

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However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

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“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

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Like it? I’ll post more eventually. Link to the full fic HERE. I’m very curious to know what people think, so post a comment too if you feel like it!

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Cascade [Gojo Satoru/Reader] - Excerpt

Hey weebs, I’ve been listening to ILYSB cover by The Rose while writing this. I really recommend watching the performance. In my opinion, Woosung has one of the best voices in Kpop. Combine this with his gestures in the video 👌 👌 👌 That song is literally how it feels for me to be in love.

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Lulled into rumination by the car engines constant humming, Satoru pondered about your occupation of his mind. Even though his days were busy, he would associate the concept of you with quite literally anything. Bickering with the higher ups? He could envision himself cranking up the drama as he retold you the story, smiling smugly inwards at you cooking comfort food for him to soothe ‘his stressful day’. Whenever something hilarious or crazy happened, he would automatically think ‘I’ll tell Y/N this later’. One could expect it would annoy him but it was not the case; Satoru was entertained by his daily fantasies, very much enthralled by the walking-on-clouds-feeling his body would produce during his mental escapades. If one Y/N thought equalled one endorphin molecule, he was experiencing a cascade.

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Liked it? Follow me for more. I’ll attach a link to the full fic here once I’m done writing it. Thank you for your support! Aside from this, I’m also considering finishing an Oikawa/Reader one-shot I started a while ago. I found a Bokuto/Reader one-shot that I wrote too, apparently, but I need to revise it before uploading.

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Vanguard [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: You attempt to kill a spider and Gojo helps... kind of.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Fluff, Domestic, Cute, Humor, Banter, Gojo Supremacy

Author’s Note: Gojo supremacy all the way.

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Your first week moving into the Gojo estate could be described either as traumatic or eventful, depending on your mood. According to Satoru, your introduction to the household had roused family squabbles. Whatever was said in these supposedly heated conversations was unclear, since Satoru did not divulge more information than he had to – yet he promised you that you would be safe there, whether it be from curses or humans. In return, you had promised that you would make him and his family proud of having you around. Because of this exchange, you were in a bind.

See, like most of humanity you disliked spiders. Your fear increased exponentially with their size, so when you entered your bedroom to retrieve your sweater and a huge, eight-legged monstrosity was casually resting on said sweater you fled. While you previously did not have the sense to shut the door in your bedroom facing the garden, you shut the one connecting to the living room with shaking hands. You remembered how amazing walking around the miniature zen garden together with Satoru had been and now that you knew that this creature had lurked beneath all the branches and flowers you would be hesitant to return outside.

You did not want his family to know you were quite afraid of spiders, which meant you had to solve this problem by yourself. Because you were no sorcerer or had any hand-to-hand experience at all, you gathered your courage and scouted your wing of the Gojo estate for anything that might be of use before settling on a shovel. Lashing out with the shovel at an imaginary bug, you tested its speed and accuracy. Your movements were inelegant and sluggish that way, but if you straight up crushed the spider with the flat side it could work.

Marching down the hallway with your new weapon made you feel like a badass until you perceived Satoru walking by your side in your peripheral vision. He did this often enough that you no longer screeched or jumped. Today, he greeted you with a loving pat on the head, his fingers trawling through your hair as he followed the line of your skull down to your neck.

“Hey, sweetie. Are you having an excavation in your new home?”

You recovered your badass bitch façade, keeping a straight face. “There’s a spider in our bedroom and I’m going to kill it.”

He leaned forward, his mouth gaping into a huge smile that covered his teeth. It really annoyed you, so you just looked forward. Here you were, trying to protect yourself and your boyfriend and the first thing he does is mock you.

“I finally get to see your wild side,” he said. His breath hitched in his throat and he drew his head away from you. “That’s kind of hot. I’m looking forward to judging your fighting style.”

“Could you just… not do that?”

“No?” he imitated your questioning tone. “I could not?”

You lazily stuck out your tongue at him. Once you arrived to the temporary arena, you jutted the shovel handle towards your bedroom door. “Watch me decimate it, dude.”

“You’re awfully confident for someone who is terrified of spiders.” Satoru leaned on the wall, hands hidden in his pockets.

“I’m getting used to them from seeing you, daddy long legs.”

“I’m not that bad – I’m 90 percent torso. Anyway, I’ll do you a favour: I’ll breach the door and you kill it. Sounds good?” He extended one hand in front of you, inviting for a handshake.

You slapped his mocking hand out from your vision with a dull smack. He let his arm hang limply from his body.

“I can't let you help me, much less kill it yourself, because then I would never hear the end of it,” you said through your teeth, half in jest. He would most definitely bring it up whenever he needed something to stroke his ego, which was weird since he already had other accomplishments to brag about.

“I would never do that.” He moved behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, giving you a few comforting squeezes. “I would crush this bugger in a heartbeat - we both know that. For you, this is a fitting challenge and challenges are invaluable for personal development. I enjoy watching you grow as a person.”

Yes, he was totally doing this for your personal development.

With him behind you, you decided that it was time for the ultimate showdown. You prepared yourself. “Is this how you treat your students whenever you send them off to missions?”

“This is precisely how I treat my students whenever I send them off to missions.”

“Wow… I feel bad for them.” You opened the door in a rush and returned to your battle stance, ready to smash the spider into non-existence. This would 100% have happened if you had seen it. However, your sweater was the only thing on your bed. The spider was MIA.

“This is really bad, isn’t it?” Satoru said in sincere amusement, his feet moving in tandem with yours as you stalked into the room. “Does this mean you’re moving out?”

Just shut up, you thought and surveyed the floor. The spider was either down on the floor or somewhere on a wall, intuition told you.

“I’ll check under the bed,” Satoru said. You peered back at him, admiring his courage. His hands roamed along your spine and down the sides of your legs until he was crouching on the floor. He looked into the darkness beneath your bed for about a quarter of a second before confirming that it was indeed chilling there.

You did not want to be near the spider when you couldn’t see it, so you gingerly took a step over Satoru’s back towards the entrance, with Satoru joining you afterwards.

You huffed and leaned your body weight on one leg. “I can’t kill it when it’s down there. If we lift the bed, it’ll probably go scattering everywhere and I don’t think I can handle that. Do you have any ideas?”

“I could kill it with sorcery.”

You nodded tentatively, prompting him to continue.

Satoru’s head drooped to the side, his canines showing in an apologetic smile. “I could but there would be spider juice everywhere if I did.”

No. Just no.

“Don’t ever say those words in my vicinity again.” You scowled in disgust. “Any other ideas?”

His head drooped to his opposite shoulder. “I’ll kill it in a non-messy fashion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“That’s a business secret. However, know that our bed will be safe to sleep in by this evening even if I’m not around.”

His statement touched your heart, warmth radiating throughout your chest. “What do you want in return?”

“Your undying love and adoration, perhaps? I won’t bugger you about this affair if you buy some confectionery on the way home. Deal?” Once again, he extended his hand towards you and this time around you accepted.

“Deal.”

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I hope everyone enjoyed it and episode 7! I listened to Oh My Girl’s Secret Garden while writing this. Check out more of my work if you’re interested!

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Vanguard [Gojo Satoru/Reader] - Excerpt

Testing, testing.

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“Hey, sweetie. Are you having an excavation in your new home?”

You recovered your badass bitch façade, keeping a straight face. “There’s a spider in our bedroom and I’m going to kill it.”

“Could you just… not do that?”

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Full version here.

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ilcaeryx · 3 years

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Update

Hello followers,

I am hella unproductive nowadays. I’ve been trying to write more but there’s a lot going on, as always. I should probably have more time around Christmas and next year. Hopefully everyone reading this is doing well, even though it’s hard right now. Soon this year will be over and we can discover whether 2020 is a singular bad year or if we are gonna get cursed by a bad decade.

I’ve now started watching Jujutsu Kaisen and I’m taken with it. The manga is very good too. I really like the fact that it has a lot of influence from Gintama, Bleach, Naruto and Ao no Exorcist. Hopefully MAPPA will continue doing a great job! I want to write more fanfiction for this fandom since there hasn’t been too much around but the influx of new people from the anime adaptation should suffice.

I’ve got a lot of BNHA fanfics to finish aswell... I don’t really keep count but it could be around 15-20 fics that are half-written or almost completed. I want to write for Haikyuu too, especially now that the anime is airing. I also want to write for SnK...

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Sooo... hey again

Last update was in November last year and then I disappeared like smoke in the wind. I am a fickle hoe, am I not?

So basically I had some harsh months where I was without a job and felt like shit, thus no writing got done. 😥 Not even after NYE, since I wanted to write like 200-500 words daily this year. Then I got a job and I juggled that with studies, so writing had to remain on the back burner.

I’m only now feeling somewhat good about myself, so I went through some old writing from 2016-2017 and BOY did I have flashbacks from my Gintama phase. I found Okita, Hijikata and Gintoki reader-inserts, some random drabbles and a fucking Choose Your Own Adventure Gintama game that I completely forgot about. 5 routes with 7 different characters you could end up with. I’ve got a table of each chapter and what each choice branch does. I even wrote some chapters. Bizarrely, some chapters have content from shit I’ve written in later years so it just enhances the belief that I just reuse the same 8 scenarios over and over lol. 😔

Also, I’m now very much into Haikyuu 🏐 so I’ll be writing for that too. I’ve already demolished the manga and now I have to wait until the date season 4 cour 2 is announced.

I have one exam left to finish and after that it’ll be possible for me to start writing again. I want to finish some BNHA one-shots before moving onto Haikyuu, but we’ll see about that.

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Tenacity: Chapter 11 - Ultraviolet [Kaminari Denki/Reader]

SUMMARY: Kaminari attempts to ask you to marry him. Keyword: attempts.

TAGS: Kaminari Denki/Reader, reader-insert, fluff, comedy, engagement, rip Kaminari

NOTES: Inspired by Red Velvet’s Butterflies.

Marriage was a milestone you yearned to reach, Denki learned. You weren’t the talkative kind of girl that served this knowledge on a silver platter; indeed, your love language and general personality made you favour subtle actions and indirect hints. Those wedding magazines you strategically stored where he would pass by during the day and you absentmindedly leaving your browser pages on engagement rings and gowns up, it spoke volumes to him.

Most telling was when you returned home from a bachelorette party, your eyes glimmering along with the glitter powder on your face and clothes.

This started a good while ago, so you must have attended several bachelorette parties and purchased many magazines before he understood your intentions.

Denki was pretty certain that whatever sum you had spent paled in comparison to what he had dropped on this bomb-ass ring. Whenever he caught the numbers on the receipt he would stop breathing but it was the correct choice.

You only got married once in your life after all. If you were lucky.

He left the jewelry store with a velvet-clad box before he had simulated a plan inside his head. ‘His darling would receive what she desired’ was his original thought and it would be a wasted opportunity not to make it fun and exciting.

How did you make an engagement memorable?

The internet had interesting ideas that sounded worthwhile and settled on one.

Denki’s first few attempts at snapping pictures of him exposing the rings inside the velvet box while you weren’t watching were nerve-wrecking. It started out with him discreetly sheltering the box in his palm and he quickly hid it as he feared his sweat would stain the fabric. When it became apparent that you were completely unsuspecting, he would take risks and interact with you as he posed for the camera.

Because he was not a complete idiot, he saved the photos on his phone instead of sending them. It would 100% leak to you if someone you knew in common saw it.

Your elegant black rose gold ring remained unknown from all of mankind except himself. And the salesman and the producers.

One evening, everything seemed right and his impulse control failed. Denki had been holed up on the couch when you had sneezed, reminding him that you were still in the apartment. He blessed you and followed your hands with his gaze while they glued a photo onto yet another scrapbook you were fussing over. You were focused, tongue gliding over your lower lip.

Wouldn’t it be great if you could make a scrapbook with all your pre-engagement and engagement photos? He would be awaiting the final product with much anticipation, enough that the fingers around the box in his pocket clawed around it with great intentions.

Nodding his head to himself, Denki felt his ancestors were all guarding over him and his future. “What do you think about marriage, Y/N?”

“It’s pretty funny,” you said, a giggle adorning your otherwise even voice. You carefully blew on the page, those heart-shaped glitter things escaping over the dinner table. Whatever you were making, it gave you a prideful look on your face. “I have been to five weddings this year and three bachelorette parties without thinking about my own wedding plans.”

That was not the answer he was expecting. Denki shuffled his hand through his hair, masking his dumbstruck face. “What were those wedding magazines for?”

“For planning other people’s weddings, certainly not my own. Trust me, I would let you know if I were planning our wedding.”

This was a terrible idea, Denki berated himself and released his iron-grip on the engagement ring box. In an attempt to salvage some dignity, he reasoned that anyone could make this mistake. This was not an outright rejection - you merely needed to meditate and reach the conclusion that he was the right man for you.

He could definitely help you out with that.

Straightening out his shirt, Denki launched himself up from the couch. The moment he turned around to face you, you ceased all movements and nodded towards his waist.

“What’s that in your pocket?” you said, brushing your fingers against your palms.

To take inconspicuous photos all day, he kept the box in his jeans pocket and usually concealed the box contouring beneath a longer shirt. Today his T-shirt reached just below his belt, leaving his pockets in plain view. Unceremoniously and belatedly, he smacked his hand over his pocket.

Denki thought he had outgrown his idiot phase and it severely wounded his self-esteem that he suspected that it was a permanent condition.

You scrunch your nose in disgust. “Have you seriously started smoking?”

Oh? Another misunderstanding?

“Yes.” The answer was fake but the shame that overcame his shoulders and eyes were not. Exploiting your misunderstanding to draw your attention away from marriage and engagements felt stupid.

“Denki, think of your health and throw them away.” Your hair fell around your face once you continued with your scrapbooking.

He blinked and a dense feeling of doom appeared in his chest. This was surely not the universe’s way of telling him that getting hitched was a mistake, was it? The walk to the trash bin below the sink was anguishing and he genuinely considered the option that he was being fucked with.

It did not diminish his supreme and glowing love for you but it did slow down his plans of getting married in a hurry.

He opened the trash bin lid and pretended to throw something into it. The moment he shut the lid closed your eyes burned through his soul.

“Are you an addict already? I didn’t hear you throw the smokes away.”

With an upset sigh, Denki fished up the expensive box and ditched it loudly into the trash bin. It camouflaged well against the plastic and paper surrounding it.

Once you left the room, he would retrieve it. Whether he would ever regain the courage to ask you to marry him, he was not certain.

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