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whumpflash · 1 year

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Acacia Aneura: 1027

for Angstpril, Day 10: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (alt)

cw: noncon drugging, slavery, dehumanization, violence, adult language, brief emeto mention

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1027.

Sonora left him alone to register for the auction, and had come back with a little tin placard strung on a short length of rope. Draped it around his neck, over the collar.

1027. That was him now, a fucking number. He wanted to run, the second she'd left him unattended. He wanted to, he could've, he didn't. His best chance at freedom stolen by the fucking drug.

The auction wasn't set to start for a good while yet, but that didn't mean Judd got a moment's peace. Some bullshit informal part came first; strangers stopping to look him over, Sonora chatting them up, telling them all he could be good for, how versatile he could be for a buyer's needs. A blank slate, moldable with just a little training.

He wanted to throw up. But he remained motionless on his knees, let the conversation buzz and roll past him.

He didn't even lift his head when the pair of boots stopped a foot in front of him.

Not the first time it'd happened. Hands had reached for him a few times, checking his teeth, his eyes; testing the muscle in his arms, legs, torso.

Bite them, his mind screamed each time. Hit, kick, curse, at least try to push them away, for fuck's sake.

All pointless commands, when he was at least a week deep in Compliance.

This particular stranger didn't reach for him though, instead tapping their foot on the ground, as if trying to get Judd's attention.

"Bully."

Recognition pierced through the haze like a needle, tugging a thread of clarity after it. Barely anything, but he held on all he could, head lifting to meet the eyes of the man who'd started this chain reaction of misfortunes.

Skye.

The older man's hat was pulled low, a dust mask pulled up to cover his nose and mouth, but Judd didn't think he'd ever be able to forget his voice. His eyes.

"You—" he began, his voice barely able to hold a whisper.

"Sh." Skye looked over his shoulder. Sonora was engrossed in a conversation with a trio of potential customers, and no one else was even glancing their way.

"Not here to buy you, if that's what you're wondering," Skye said.

He wasn't. Judd was wondering if he was here to profit, if the wine crate had been a trap, a step towards taking him captive. Because if he hadn't fallen for it, someone else would've. If he'd just left the kid alone, he wouldn't have to be here, he could be back at his camp, he could be free.

In that one moment, Judd was grateful for the numbness the Compliance granted. The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of an enemy.

Skye knelt in front of him. "Never meant for this to happen, y'know. I'm gonna help you, but you gotta work with me, okay?"

Help him? Whether intentional or not, he'd caused this mess, and now he wanted to help him? Any other day, Judd would've told him to fuck off. Spit in his face. But right now, he only nodded silently.

"Good. Once someone picks you out, once they start taking you away, that's when I'll act, alright? Wanted you to know ahead. Give you a fighting chance. I can see the drug in you."

And then he was gone.

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"You're up, 1027." Sonora unhooked his chain, led him up the narrow steps of the stage.

By some miracle, or maybe due to his own silence, the slaver hadn't seen fit to dose him again before his trip to the stage. The fuzziness that formed a barrier between his consciousness and the world was gradually receding, but Judd was determined not to let it show. He wouldn't throw away what could be his last chance, no matter who it was that had handed it to him.

The auctioneer's voice droned on and on as Sonora pulled him in front of the gathered crowd, pointing out how strong he looked, how pretty he was, rattling off all his potential uses, calling out a starting bid.

From there, it went fast. Buyers clamoring to claim him, to outbid one another as Sonora's grin grew and grew. Judd didn't let any of the words reach him. It didn't have to be his life. He had a chance, he just had to avoid fucking it up.

He barely noticed when the bids were done, when his chain was passed to a man dressed in clothes that were a little too new to be belonging to a local.

City dweller. If he failed to escape now, he'd be taken further than he'd ever been, surrounded by people who thought Wastelanders were no better than animals.

Judd wanted to look for Skye, as the man led him back through the market, but he forced himself to keep his head down. If it came to it, if Skye was nowhere to be found, he'd act alone.

Not that he'd get very far with the ankle cuffs on…

He scanned the path ahead, angling his course slightly when he saw a jagged stump protruding from the dirt on one side.

Fucking acacia.

Judd stepped so the plant would catch his chains, not even trying to soften his fall when it tripped him. He nearly took the city man down with him as he fell.

As the man cursed, looking back to see what had happened, Judd only knelt with his head bowed, as if demurely waiting for permission to stand back up.

"Dammit… Let me get rid of that. Stay."

Like he's talking to a fucking dog. But Judd stayed, hiding a smile as the man unclasped the shackles.

"Up," he said. "Let's be going."

Judd obeyed, keeping his eyes downcast in case the man glanced back. He couldn't try anything yet. Not until they made it out of the market, away from the crowds.

Once they reached the edge, Judd found he could pick out the man's transport a mile away. One of the fancy models he'd only ever heard about; a silvery, enclosed pod to keep out the sun and wind. Under different circumstances, he'd be excited to even see one. Right now, he'd do everything in his power to avoid setting foot onboard.

He was watching the city man's movements, trying to gauge when would be the best time to try and run, when a dark mass lunged forward, knocking Judd's buyer to the ground.

Skye.

"Run, bully, run!"

And run Judd did, seizing the chain around his neck and yanking it from the city man's grasp, even as his buyer began to scream for reinforcements.

He was running, but where was he running? Into the wastes? Barefoot, barely clothed, with no water, no way to protect himself?

A sharp whistle drew his attention and he saw Skye to his right, sprinting alongside him.

"Follow me! Got a speeder."

Thank fuck. Judd could hear shouts behind them. They had a head start, but once the slavers and shoppers reached their own transports, they could still be overrun. He had to trust that Skye had accounted for that. He had no other option.

The older man had surged ahead, making a beeline for a landspeeder parked in the distance.

Four hundred meters away. Less.

Judd put on a burst of speed, eager to get ahead of his pursuers, to put the last few weeks behind him—

—and was stopped short, a force on his collar suddenly cutting off his air, yanking him off his feet.

The pressure didn't let up right away, and Judd clawed at his throat, momentarily confused at his change in orientation. Why was he staring up at the sky? Why wasn't he running?

Then all of a sudden he could breathe again, and the city man was standing over him, blood leaking from a cut on his lip.

"Wasteland bastard," he panted. "I'm gonna make you real sorry for that—"

Skye reappeared in a flash, but this time the man was ready, sidestepping his attack. Judd pushed through the pain in his throat, aimed a kick at the man's legs, but even as he went down he knew it was too late.

The rest of the market was coming crashing down on them.

As Judd thrashed on the ground, sending wild kicks and punches in any direction, as hands seized hold of him, pinned him to the ground, secured his wrists— he found Skye's eyes, shooting him a pleading look.

For what, even Judd wasn't sure. To help him? To run away and save himself? Because Skye had at least tried. He'd tried to help, and even if it was his fault, that counted for something. He deserved to get away.

But he didn't. Didn't even fucking try. He stayed, trying to beat the slavers back, trying to get Judd back to his feet. He stayed, and he fought, until he was bleeding and breathless on the ground beside Judd, held in place by three men.

"I apologize sir, I didn't realize it'd be so much trouble." Sonora's voice, somewhere above him.

The city man huffed. "I'm sure I'll come to enjoy the challenge," he said, though he didn't sound happy.

"What should we do with the other one?" another slaver piped up. "The one who attacked you. Should we kill him?"

"No," said the man. "No, don't bother."

Judd could hear the smile in his voice, slick and unpleasant, as he continued.

"I think I'll take him with me."

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles

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#angstpril2023 #fic #day 10 #no good deed goes unpunished #two for one special!#whump #whump writing #judd harlow #acacia aneura #captive #tw dehumanization #collar whump #violence tw #multiple whumpees #alt prompt

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nebulouscoffee · 1 year

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bashir garak or ezri

Oooh great picks! I shall answer for all three😊

Julian

one aspect about them i love

That whole backstory with Kukalaka is SO endearing honestly; it really just gets to the heart of who he is, even by itself- but when paired with the whole 'Jules' reveal, it takes on a whole new poignancy

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

I've seen Julian described as naive a lot, usually because he "assumes the best of people"- and I'm not saying that isn't a valid read, but it just feels very incomplete to me! Yes he's childish sometimes, but he's not a baby lol- he's just strongly, strongly driven by the belief that people can always become better. We see him get VERY angry and snarky and (fearlessly) combative with people he believes are in the wrong; people who don't show any flexibility in their perspectives. But the moment a person shows any sort of inclination towards growth or evolution? He puts everything aside and believes in them. To me, this is not naivety- this is courage; even if (especially if!) he may get it wrong sometimes. DS9 (like the real world) is full of people who'll insist that wrongdoers will never change and only deserve to be punished for their mistakes- and imo, Julian makes a fascinating, refreshing, and essential foil to this. (On a more specific note- he does NOT hang out with Garak because he doesn't fully understand the atrocities Garak committed!! Not beyond 'The Wire', anyway. He literally heard (and at the time, fully believed) multiple stories involving Garak being 1. a Gul during the Occupation, 2. a mass murderer (with victims both Cardassian and Bajoran), and 3. an interrogator of literal children. If not the exact details, he certainly knows the magnitude of Garak's crimes- he just chooses to go to great lengths to save his life anyway. This says something way more interesting about him, I think- about his inclination to believe in anyone he thinks would grow better if given the chance, and his willingness to be the one giving them that chance. Which, incidentally, is also why I struggle to see him cutting off his parents, though I do understand why people find value in reading & writing stories like that)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

He is a polyglot, but this is one skill he very much keeps to himself. The reasons why are complicated, and linked with how his ideas of home and family and lineage and history and Earth and connection and talking and talkative-ness and "skill" are all somewhat tainted by the discovery of what his parents did to him

one character i love seeing them interact with

SO many options, but let's talk about Jadzia- I love how they moved past the initial awkwardness of Julian's crush on her into this deep, supportive, fun (!!!) and extremely loving bond. There's a lot they have in common (Extreme Imposter Syndrome Buddies :D) which means they always know when the other needs a good pep talk, and it's adorable. I love how they have no boundaries sometimes (Jadzia buying him porn will always be funny), I love that they're in cahoots, I love that they make each other laugh- they care about each other so much!! I honestly think it was one of the best-written friendship arcs between a male and female character on Trek, which is why I'm always so *sighs deeply* about Julian's feelings for Jadzia being dredged up again in- ///cuts myself off because you've heard this rant before from everyone and their moogie haven't you///

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Fascinating conversations Julian Bashir and Kira Nerys could've had (my beloved): long-term health issues in Bajoran mining victims & Resistance fighters; nature vs nurture and their "dangerous" Augment/Mirror selves; Sisko as Commanding Officer vs Sisko as Emissary; nerding out over Bajoran music; why must Jadzia Dax be so beautiful; complicated connections with cultural roots; Kirayoshi & postnatal care; the concept of "forgiveness"; revisiting that "frontier medicine" scene to highlight how much they've both changed; Kira offering a kinder approach to "Jules Bashir died in that hospital" through the concept of a pagh

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

He never, ever let the whole Jem'Hadar thing go. In fact, he actually set up this secret rehabilitation centre in Goran'Agar's name after the war, which now provides intensive care for all the Jem'Hadar and Vorta left behind in the AQ. He told me himself :)

Garak

one aspect about them i love

It's been years since my first watch, but I'll never forget how excited I got every single time I saw "Special Guest Star Andrew Robinson" in the credits lol. You just know you're in for a great one; he's such a fantastic and scene-stealing character!

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

I just feel like, for a character whose most famous line is "They're all true, [especially the lies]", there is WAYYY too much discourse about him that approaches him from extremes? And it always misses the point imo. Garak was a spy, assassin, interrogator and torturer for the Cardassian government, who participated in (or at the very least, aided) a colonial and genocidal occupation, and expresses supremacist, xenophobic and fascist beliefs for the majority of the series. Erasing any of this is would be erasing not just who he was, but who he is. But the lack of imagination re how to move forward with him if we are engaging with such themes is equally, if not more, frustrating to me. Sure, a lot of the cutesy art and fanfics can have him behaving overly sincere and out of character- but the counter response is always "how dare you woobify this racist war criminal he's violent and dangerous and bigoted and therefore he would NOT do or say or feel any of that!!!", and- okay, so is the idea of him designing and sewing dresses out of character, then...? Is the image of him debating books over lunch with a bib tucked in too woobified? Is the notion of him trying to set up a fellow (Bajoran!!) business owner on a date too fanfic-ey? Because guess what- that's literally how he behaves on the show! Garak is a self-aware self-woobifier, that's literally the whole point, he's "just a plain simple tailor" wink, wink- and without at least some element of that comical mundanity, that sort of absurdist domesticity, the character just isn't recognisable imo. Garak is the con artist who fell for his own con; he's spent so long playing various roles that he now over-performs everything and has no idea where the performance ends and the genuine begins, literally what makes his character work is that you're looking at this war criminal just doing benign stuff like sampling drinks or watching a tennis match or gifting his friend chocolates and wondering just WHAT is going on inside his head- and, "he did horrible things and therefore must be incapable of any form of sincerity or affection or regret and the perception of any of those things is woobification" is such a reductive (and boring!) approach to him imo. I don't mean any of this as apologia; there are many, many ways in which a person can be bigoted and cruel, and Garak is those things- I just feel like people often misrepresent the manner in which he is those things (usually by making him unfunny and weirdly macho, which I just cannot understand at all😂)

TL;DR- Garak the poor sad misunderstood baby who never enjoyed any of the bad things he did and only thinks about Julian Bashir 24/7 is out of character, sure- but Garak the violent emotionless villain who treats all Bajorans abusively 24/7 and will never ever grow or change is... just as divorced from canon imo (imo!! Emphasis on "o"!!)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Garak himself doesn't always fully remember the details of his past; he has this very Cardassian ability to specifically delete anything he wants to from his memory, and he's better at it than most (though, still not always successful). Only thing Garak regularly tops is the List Of People Garak Lies To basically

one character i love seeing them interact with

Well, apart from the obvious- I think every scene between him and Odo in IC/TDIC is incredibly immersive and top tier! The actors are SO good together, and the only reason Odo isn't in the next category is I actually think it's perfectly in character for both of them to just never bring up the whole torture thing ever again

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

KIRAAAAA but tbh, I'm more interested in their post-canon dynamic than anything, so instead I'll go with Sisko! Every time these two are on screen together, amazing. The effortless back and forth. The intellectual battling. The subtly flirty line deliveries(!!!) The palpable shifts in the power dynamic. The oddly respectful snarking. Again, the way these two actors are SO GOOD

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Some may claim that Garak hates the more outlandish civilian outfits that Jake and Julian wear. I say he made them

Ezri

one aspect about them i love

The sheer impact of actually getting to spend a whole season with the next Dax (after years of only hearing about Curzon) just cannot be overstated imo. Like, we the audience got to experience firsthand what it was like for Benjamin to first see Jadzia walk out of that shuttle; for Jadzia to wake up one day and find herself the newest link in a long-revered chain- we actually saw the new host struggling to adjust, reconciling all those lifetimes of memories all over again, rekindling and redefining Dax's old relationships (the relationship with the audience very much included!)- and then on top of that, the new host wasn't even trained to take on the symbiont?? What an incredible character premise! I was obsessed from the moment she said "Hello Benjamin it's me Dax"

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

Ezri is Jadzia's successor; not Jadzia's replacement. She cannot replace Jadzia- that's literally the entire point of her arc, that she should stop trying! She's a fascinating character in her own right, and also extremely interesting to think about and discuss independent of whom she will end up/should've ended up with

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Ezri Tigan was not "anxious" in a rambly nervous way like Ezri Dax, but more hyper-competent and "I'm always unhappy because everything I do HAS to be perfect so I'm never satisfied and I hate myself" (which was definitely how she was trained to think by her mother). For this reason, joining with Dax actually ends up being good for her in the long run! Nothing drives an oppressive voice out of your head quite like suddenly having eight other voices in there lol

one character i love seeing them interact with

I know some people don't like her and Worf mistakenly thinking they're in love and hooking up and then realising they work better as friends, but I actually think it's very understandable for both of them, and the friendship they form afterwards is so wholesome. That scene where he asks for her advice and she just calls out corruption in the Klingon empire is one of my favourite Ezri scenes ever :D

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

It is my firm belief that Sisko and Ezri's S7 arcs should have revolved around each other. Ben's journey at this point is so tied up in his ever-growing disconnect from linear time and corporeality, and imo nothing grounds this better than his three-lifetime bond with Dax! He should have talked about the Prophets and Benny Russell and the whole concept of destiny with his favourite old worm. It also would've been revelatory for Ezri, who herself is trying to adjust to the non-linearity (300 years of memories she can't easily get in order) and non-corporeality (whose body IS this anyway???) of being Dax

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

I know we all have our theories as to why and how and when exactly she and Julian break up, and while I do enjoy the drama sometimes, I still fundamentally feel like it would be short and amicable and they'd remain close friends for life. Or maybe I'm just a big sap hehe

#ask game #cw torture mention #thank you so much for this opportunity to ramble! :)#just wanna clarify- I wasn't saying g@rak's former career & (lack of) morals CAN'T be a point of contention between him and bash1r #I just don't think jul1an would hold his /past/ deeds over him #but if he speaks in *defense* of those past deeds? that could definitely raise some issues (esp if they're together in this scenario)#also there's plenty of messed up things g@rak does in the show's PRESENT to choose from! torturing 0do/trying to murder the founders/or #even that one bajoran conference- jul1an would find these actions indefensible imo (and I have read some good fics exploring this)#ITPM is... interesting because I actually don't think late s6 bash!r would condemn him for it very much #I mean even s!sko seemed more pissed about the fact that he'd been tricked into murdering the guy than the fact that the guy was murdered #(and his anger quickly dissipated once he realised he hadn't been AS tricked as he was telling himself he was)#bottom line is g@rak as War Criminal & Cardassian Oppressor IS interesting to explore! I just don't think it would (or should) negate #the possibility of growth or change (which he does undergo on the show) and definitely not a relationship with jul1an #who in canon doesn't really seem to consider g@rak's past (or even present) a deal breaker #(not attacking anyone PLEASE don't start Discourse about this thank you!!!)

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wttcsms · 8 months

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happy early friday to my simon riley lovers, specifically those of y'all who are fans of the sweet savior au. it's probably gonna be posted rn like at midnight cst, i just have to finish writing abt the two of you fucking before i transition to a scene of him literally bleeding out (it's a happy fic, dw)

#me? posting a fic? posting a GHOST fic???? insanity. anything is possible #i figured if i did a good deed like feed the masses what they want #i would get good karma (cough get into my dream PhD program cough)

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the-prophet-lemonade · 8 months

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happy three year anniversary to finishing 🌃! i’ll never, ever get tired of sitting on a rooftop and looking up at the electric sky on a cold night 🥺

this ask is at least three months old but i've been back in my Cold Night feelings this week and i miss the fun of writing it 🥺

#lucy replies #fic: a cold night for good deeds

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kiwibirb1 · 2 months

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Okay yall i need help. Do I write about Sasha's adventures first (if so please give me ideas (even if not please)) or do I have a mini interlude esc chapter with Anne and Marcy's POVs?

#amphibia #ao3 #writing #sasha waybright #wandering vagabond au #amphibia fic #my fic #helppp #what various good deeds does sasha do besides fighting???#and even for fighting what does she fight????

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phoenixthemenace · 1 year

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Till Death

Day 20. Alt- No good deed goes unpunished

Johnny gradually told Roy a few of the details of his life before living with his aunt, and they were more horrifying than he'd imagined.

"Is that why you sleep with your arm over your face?" Roy dared ask one day.

"So they couldn't hear or see me crying?"

Roy nodded.

"Yeah, that's part of it. It also hid that I was awake, waiting, watching for them."

Roy couldn't respond. He didn't know how.

He was still angry with himself for wanting Charlie that night, when he should have been focused on Johnny.

He loved Johnny.

Didn't he?

He was so certain that Johnny was his great meant to be, that these longings he felt for Charlie confused and scared him. Plus he knew Johnny needed help. Needed someone to talk to, and he wasn't sure he was strong enough for that. For Johnny.

Maybe his love wasn't what was best for him.

It surprised Roy that Johnny didn't mind hearing about Charlie. In fact he was, in many ways, a better guardian of Charlie's memory than Roy himself.

"I'm sorry." Roy had whispered once, early in their relationship, after having woken from a nightmare screaming Charlie's name. Johnny’s gentle caress and soothing voice calmed him.

"For what, Pally?" He asked, cheek resting against Roy's hair, arms snug around him, anchoring him to reality. To now.

"Doesn't it bother you? Charlie, I mean."

Johnny was quiet for so long that Roy pulled away to look into his face. He was met with adorable confusion.

"Nnnoo…" He answered slowly. "Should it?"

"Most people would be jealous, I think."

"Oh. Huh. I guess I could be jealous if I tried. If you want me to, but I think I owe the guy a lot."

"How do you mean?" Roy was startled pulling farther away, his own confusion written on his face.

Johnny smiled, framed Roy's face with his hands, kissed him, then cuddled him back down into his arms and nuzzled into his hair.

"He helped you figure you out." He said. "If you hadn't loved him, you probably would have come home and married Joanne and been miserable for the rest of your life. And he made you happy."

"What if he'd survived."

"We would just be friends, and I would be happy for your happiness."

Roy didn't quite believe that anyone could be so altruistic, but Johnny seemed genuine. He failed to realize that Johnny simply loved him that much. That Johnny would gladly trade places for Charlie in an instant if he thought it woukd make Roy happy.

But he let Johnny comfort him and ask questions. Roy let himself talk freely, ultimately admitting that he didn't know where Charlie was, so he couldn't visit his grave.

Johnny gently encouraged him to find out. That, for some reason, filled Roy with rancor and he'd lashed out at Johnny, who tried to be understanding, but couldn't hide the flash of hurt in his eyes.

Which made him even angrier with himself. He could barely explain to himself why he didn't want to know, didn't want to see the ridiculous shit Charlie's parents probably did, the monument to themselves for having a war hero son.

Not for the son himself.

Or worse, if they still denied him, and he languished in some unidentified hole in a weedy unkept paupers grave.

His Charlie deserved better.

So did his Johnny.

"Hey Pally!" Johnny called out as he bounded energetically through the door to Roy's apartment. "I've got a surprise for you!"

Roy had just stepped out of the shower, so he went out into the hallway in all his glory.

"I hope it's what I think it is."

Johnny tossed his keys and an envelope onto the entry table and grinned, his eyes sweeping Roy head to toe and back again.

"It is now."

He kept staring.

"God." He said. "You're amazing."

"Johnny. My surprise?"

They raced each other to the bedroom.

"I'd say that as far as surprises go, that was pretty good."

"Good? Good?! Roy, that was incredible!" Johnny grinned, bold and cocksure. Roy kissed him.

"I'm going to need another shower."

"Not until I give you this." Johnny ran naked from the room. Roy laughed at his easy exhibitionism. He was back a few seconds later. Roy sat up and leaned against the headboard, Johnny right beside him like an eager puppy.

He handed Roy an envelope and the pleased excitement in his face made Roy stop to kiss him again. Johnny broke the kiss quickly.

"Open it! Open it!"

Smiling at his lover's enthusiasm Roy looked at the return address and his blood ran cold. He didn't even read the letter.

"You couldn't just leave it alone, could you?" His quiet voice was hard and cold.

He watched the light drain from Johnny's eyes. A savage anger welled up inside and his rational mind seemed to recede and watch himself from a distance.

"Get out."

Johnny sat frozen, his expression one of utter shock.

"Get. Out."

Somehow, Johnny was suddenly on the floor scrambling on his hands and heels out the bedroom door where he curled into a ball as Roy threw his clothes, boots and finally the letter at him.

"Leave the key." He snarled before slamming the door. He sank, tearless, to the floor. It was hours before he was calm enough to think.

Oh God.

What had he done?

#angstpril2023 #Day 20 #alt prompt #no good deed goes unpunished #fic #emergency!#get ready #for the roller coaster

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scream-into-the-voiddd · 1 year

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Rise of the Last Ronin

Chapter three:

Mikey has a nightmare about the past and when he wakes find a small part of his family survived.

It was dark, Mikey didn’t think it would be this dark. Soft whispered voices cut through the empty void.

“Ok Barry, what did you want to show me?”

Mikey heard his own voice echoing in the dark. But it was younger, sweeter and naive.

“Oh, I think you’ll like this little turtle. It’s a gift for all your help.”

The deep voice resounded as it continued.

“Place your hand here and I’ll place mine here.”

“What this thing do?”

“It channels mystic power, and it can also make anyone who touches it more in control of their mystic abilities.”

“Man, I should bring Leo down here, his portals suck. Face man more like face-plant man, you know?”

“Right, I can do him next, if you want.”

The voices faded for a moment, loud crashing and reverbing echoed in the dark.

“What are you doing Barry?”

“Taking back what I gave you, little turtle.”

Mikey heard the scream he felt every day since it left his throat. He could see a red-light swooping in and cutting through the darkness before crashing into a familiar scene. His own orange chains wrapped around his wrist binding him to the floor as Draxum tested his new strength with his old power.

“I have to say, Michelangelo when I cooked up this little idea, I thought I was going to need all your brother’s power but-

He paused an bright orange hue surrounded his body.

“You had more mystic power in you than I ever thought possible. I hate to admit it but with this, you could have outclassed me easily, that is if you knew how to use it.”

Draxum started to shape and form the landscape around them with a shine of golden orange rocks turned to metal, walls shifted and earth outed you to revival a boiling lake.

“Even the dark armor pales in comparison to this power, and you were using it for light shows and making pizza.”

Draxum mocked he then powered down and walked around looking at the new surroundings he built. All Mikey could do was whimper for this was the first time in his life he was in trouble and all alone. He was powerless to fight this demon and it took all his strength from him. Why did he think that Draxum could be family, and worse still, a tiny, tiny part of him still did? Draxum created him, his brothers, and gave him his father but now he sees what he forced himself to look past.

A madman who stole a man’s life, and tortured innocent creatures and babies for his own selfish crusade.

Mikey wanted his brothers, April, and his father anyone who could come and save him from the mistake he has made. And as if answering his prayer, a red light came barrelling down from above and a red fist smashed right into Draxum.

“Raph!”

Mikey shouted.

“Hey, big man, need some help?”

Mikey nodded. Draxum got up and started throwing vines at Raph, he smashed through them with ease as he made his way to Mikey. But he kept getting pushed back further and further, so Raph grows bigger and hit harder. Draxum plunged the vines into the mystic projection and wrapped up Raph’s legs and arms. Raph moves and struggles as he gets covered in more and more vines but he pauses for a second takes a deep breath and extends his body outward with such force that the impact is felt on the walls all around them.

“Hot Soup.”

Raph cry’s out as his feet hit the ground and he sprints right at Draxum his power growing again as he did.

“I’m coming, Mikey.”

He lands a big strong hit on Draxum that sends him right into the wall. Raph now stopped in his track’s heads over to a chained-up Mikey.

“How did Draxum get his power back, I thought the foot sucked it all out of him.”

Mikey holds out his chained hands.

“It’s my fault Raph, I thought he could change, I thought I could help him, I thought he was family, but I skewed up, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-

“Woah easy little brother, evil dudes do evil things let’s just get you out of here first ok.”

Raph then patted his head and started to pull at the chains. He freed one of Mikey’s hands when Draxum got up and started throwing sharp blades made of fire, Raph put up a wall of mystic protection and headed to fight Draxum again. Mikey kicked and smashed the chains against the ground but they would not budge under the meek strength he had left.

“I wanted your power too, but you might not be worth the trouble.”

Draxum bellowed, Raph slammed him down again hard, but he didn’t stay down. Draxum then looked over to Mikey he then readied a golden orange glow and Raph pulled back.

“Oh no.”

Raph whispered and the chain shot right past him and headed right for Mikey. Mikey just braced himself and closed his eyes, waiting for the end but it didn’t come.

“Mikey.”

A voice said weakly.

“Raph.”

Mikey snapped his eyes open to see the golden chain had gone right through Raph’s strong body but he was still standing. Mikey reached his hand out for him and Raph did the same, but the chain swayed and wiped him quickly and violently to the side, and when it recoiled, it released him over the water.

“Raph.”

Mikey called out in despair but all he could do is watch as Raph fell. Raph Gripped his sai and throw it as hard as he could at the final chain that held Mikey in place. When the sai hit its target, it shattered the chain and snapped off one of the sai’s outer prongs. Mikey opens his mouth again. But all that left his throat was a scream that echoed him back into the darkness.

It was dark again; Mikey didn’t think it would be this dark. Soft whispered voices cut through the empty void.

“Hey, junior why don’t you get some water for him and bring me my bag.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Oh, he was alive. Great. The pain in his side began to return causing him to squirm in place. He heard something coming closer but it made no sound on the floor, he then felt a hand gently touch his forehead.

“Hey there Mikey, gonna sleep all day again.”

He felt tears reach his eyes again as he opened them to see a worn but warm face meet his.

“April.”

He almost didn’t want to say it in case it was not true or that saying her name would make her disappear.

“Been a long time, little brother.”

Her eyes were red but she did not cry she just gently stroked the back of her fingers on his now-wet cheek.

“I thought you were dead.”

“Me too for a minute there, but-.”

She gestured to the left side of her body and Mikey got his first good look at his oldest friend. He was sitting in one of Donnie’s old tech cycles but it was modified into a chair, April was missing her left leg from below the knee and what did remain had healed over scar tissue. Mikey’s eyes followed the scared flesh to her shoulder and her prosthetic arm it was a familiar shade of purple with neon lights in its jolts.

“Wait is that?”

April let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s from Donnie’s tennis robot he made for me, back when I was trying to get that tennis club off the ground.”

“Hmm, Raph broke it trying a wrestling move on it.”

“Broke the bot and my tennis career.”

She said with fake dismay. Mikey reached his hand out to the scaring on her shoulder, brushing it gently.

“We looked for you after the fire but when we found your bat and…Donnie.”

Mikey choked on the words like they were poisoning him.

“It’s ok Mikey.”

“No, I should have looked harder.”

“The whole street was on fire, dozens of buildings, thousands of people trapped or scrambling to get out and I would have been gone before you even got there.”

Mikey just lay there as the tears fell on his pillow. She continued.

“I was out for weeks and by the time I got out of the hospital, it was all but over. You guys were all gone.”

She said with sorrow in her voice.

“I missed you April.”

April pressed her head onto his plastron.

“I missed you too.”

Mikey let a few more tears fall down his cheek.

“I can’t believe you survived all that, and the fighting, for all these years.”

She lifted her head.

“Why so surprised? I’m APRIL O’NEIL.”

She shouted in her signature tone. Mikey chuckled and throw his head back and smiled with a happiness he had not felt in years. they drifted into silence and April pulled her hovering chair to the other side of the room to give him some space. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, there was a small tap on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened with a creek and a young boy with pinkish skin and greasy black hair came in with a water bottle in his hand and a duffle bag on his shoulder. He headed over to April and gave her the bag and placed the water on the table next to Mikey.

“Mikey this is Casey, Casey this is-

“Michelangelo, April has told me all about you and your brothers, you guys were like heroes.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say they were like heroes. I said they were heroes.’

The boy gave a crooked smile.

“Right. Sorry.”

April opened the bag and pulled out a prosthetic leg she pulled it on and took out a cane from the bag before standing up fully.

“Thanks, Casey.”

Mikey looked at the cane for a moment it was red and wooden with a crooked top, it took him a second to recognize it. The cane was Splinter’s he and his brother were hit with it enough times in training to know it in the dark. Mikey smiled and sat up, there was not as much pain as he was expecting but he was still out of it a little. Mikey took the water bottle and chugged it all down in seconds. The boy just looked at him with wonder and there was something else in his eyes Mikey could not recognize, he was losing his touch, he used to be so good with people’s feelings but then again, he used to be good with his own feelings too.

“Casey I’m going top side keep an eye on Mikey will you.”

“Sure thing.”

That’s when Mikey looked around to see he was in Donnie’s lab, he was losing his touch. April walked past Casey but his gaze never left Mikey. With April gone the boy looked like he was trying to say something but could not find the words, so Mikey cut off his thought.

“You’re the one who found me, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

He answered nervously, Mikey shook his head.

“Mikey’s fine, kid.”

“Ok, and Casey. Casey Jones”

An intruding thought tried to push its way into the front of his mind but Mikey ignored it for now.

“Nice to meet you, Casey Jones. And thank you for saving me.”

Mikey laid back down.

“Anytime.”

The boy focused and blurted out the words that escaped him a minute ago.

“Also, I went back and got all the stuff, I found you with, it’s in the dojo.”

“Thank you.”

Mikey whispered with closed eyes, letting his mind focus back in, his mission has not ended yet, either he will end it or it will end him.

#rottmnt #rise mikey #rise april #rise raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #baron draxum #rise of the last ronin #fic #fanfic #part 3 #no good deed

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 2 years

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Fic idea I like but will never write nonetheless: mermaid!reader saving Shin after he stows away on one of his father’s ships to try to prove himself but ends up getting impaled and falling overboard. You take him to the small, half-submerged cave you live in with the intent of letting him recover from his injuries before helping him get home, only to discover that he’s very ungrateful to you for saving him and kind of awful to boot.

As tempting as it is to toss him back to the wider ocean, you suspect it would end very badly for you and your people if the King of the nearby lands found out his favorite son had been drowned by a mer, so you’re kind of stuck taking care of him until his injuries get better.

#I personally love the idea of making the reader the non-human one with the diaboys but I suspect like two people would actually read it #I think I got into the wrong fandom for my love of AUs but oh well #also I just love the reader thinking they're doing a good deed only to suffer miserably for it #fic idea #Shin would be such an unbelievable arse in this one too #like not able to actually do anything but just completely insufferable

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mishkakagehishka · 1 year

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I literally will post the fic tonight i literally will literally all i have to do is paste it, add tags and vomit up a summary. But like. I'm lying down.

#sigh. i need go unpack. i'll take a shower before bed #i ordered a pizza tho bc i'm a lil lazy <3 i'll cook tomorrow and the day after tomorrow so it's fine #i bought eggs and everything #ah wait #the pizza is ordered and i just remembered it's friday #can i count posting a fic as a good deed GSBSBSBSNSJJS #jkjk it's fine i'm on my period + iron deficient so i'm exempt from nemrs anyway #altho yknow how it is :< it's smth i /want to/ follow since i'm religious #but i'm exempt for a reason so there's not much to do ab it now

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rainbowbeanstyles · 3 months

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#i thought i had like 12 more chapters but i have 5😭😭😭#guys this fic wow #parents lou and h you have my heart #larry fic rec #no good deed

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alexa-crowe · 4 months

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in the musical theater stage of curating my gale blorbo playlist. just let me cook.

#twisted from twisted... no good deed from wicked... what's wrong with me from mean girls...#it's not about whether the sound fits gale bc. they're from musicals lol #it's about me loving to sing and it's a good way to get into gale's headspace for the fic while also finally being able to actually practic #singing again. GOD i missed being able to belt #rambling

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the-prophet-lemonade · 1 year

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I am currently rewatching Golden Girls, and because a cold nights for good deeds hasleft a huge imprint on my brain, so I specifically reread the parts where Golden Girls was mentioned.

what's really funny about that fic is the fact i've never watched an episode of golden girls in my entire life

#fic: a cold night for good deeds #fic: a cold night #lucy replies

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Damn, that unwanted images fic? I can imagine sukuna constantly trying to trick Yuuji into giving Sukuna his body just for a bit so he can go seduce reader. Maybe even pop out and whisper filthy nothings whenever she passes by cause she has to know about what he wants to do to her.

[cws] fem reader. sukuna being a pervert. groping. minor scent kink activities. oral. i think this is dubcon… one big unedited ramble tbh. writing sukuna is hard!

Being around Yuji could sometimes be… tiring, to say the least.

He’s a nice guy, very nice, funny too - he’s made you laugh to tears on quite a few occasions, and he’s cute to top it all off. Everyone you spoke to always have good things to say about him, and you have to admit that you do, too—even if his preference in partners had made you raise your eyebrows when you first heard it.

So, with this in mind, you always try to ignore Sukuna and his ‘antics’, although it was getting increasingly more difficult to ignore the curse’s brazen words when they were blurted out in the midst of a silent classroom, or whenever you happened to pass by Yuji in the hallway, or even when he had managed to pin you in an innocent enough position during training.

You couldn’t count how many times you had been left with your mouth gaping and hot in the face due to the comments Sukuna threw your way. They were always crude, brash, lewd, and left you with a strange twisting feeling deep in your gut — it was weird. The words were Sukuna’s, obviously, but if you didn’t look at the mouth sprouted on Yuji’s cheek, or pay too much heed to the deep, rough drawl of the voice speaking, you could pretend that it was Yuji saying those words, and for some reason that made it all seem a tad bit better…but not by much.

You had spoken with Gojo about it, as much as you hadn’t wanted to. Talking with your past teacher about the strange obsession that the curse inhabiting your friend’s body had with you was at the very top of your list of things you absolutely never wanted to fucking do, but you had to do something.

Sukuna’s comments were getting out of hand, his most recent having kept you from venturing to the training field — you had been engaged in a spar against Maki, attempting to work on your hand to hand combat, when you had heard that unmistakeable voice, his attention fully piqued by the presence of you - and while you never liked to be full of yourself, it was common knowledge that he only made his presence so obnoxiously obvious either when you were in sight of Yuji was banging on death’s door.

At first, you had thought he was rudely critiquing you like he usually did, commenting on your speed and how you were just so slow, you’d be dead in a fight against someone who was actually strong, or one of the many other things he liked to say to get your spirits low, but no, he was in a different mood that day.

Maki had just tossed you onto the ground for the umpteenth time, and you had decided to call it quits then, desperately wanting to submerge yourself in a hot bath to try and soothe your aching body.

Yuji, who had been observing from the side and having a somewhat one-sided conversation with Inumaki, had sensed your beaten to smithereens will and hauled you up off the ground, a smile on his face as he tapped you on the shoulder and gave you a bit of encouragement, only for the good deed to immediately be overshadowed when Sukuna spoke.

You hadn’t caught it at first, or rather, you had tried to pretend that you didn’t actually hear what he had said, because there was no way in hell that you wanted to acknowledge that he, in front of all of these people, had made a comment about how your shorts were just ‘so damned snug that he could practically see your clit—do you even have on any panties?’.

He had no problem repeating himself, even throwing some new things in, things that made your ears burn and the hairs at the back of your neck raise and your stomach flutter when you took on Yuji’s sheepish expression coupled with the way his eyes kept flitting down to between your legs and off to the side.

Recounting the many tales to Gojo had been humiliating, and his amazed ooh’s and ahh’s hadn’t made it any better, but you had desperately wanted some kind of resolution to all of this. He was the strongest, after all, so surely he could do something? Muzzle him at the very least?

“I’m afraid that’s out of my capabilities—aww, don’t look at me like that, I want to help you, but there’s not much of anything I can do.” He had been wearing his blindfold as he usually did, but you were certain that had been a hint of amusement in his eyes as he spoke, as if this was some funny story and not a serious matter that required a serious resolution. “I can’t control who Sukuna takes a liking, too, even if it is one of my beloved students. As it stands, he can’t do much of anything but talk. Yuji has him under control in that aspect, so you’ll just have to grin and bear unfortunately.”

There was only so much grinning and bearing you could take — Sukuna was unrelenting. While the comments had been sparse before, they were now frequent. You couldn’t go a single day without some part of your body being commented on.

Wearing skirts earned you comments on your thighs of how soft they looked, of how they’d feel wrapped around his head as he tongued your cunt, of how he wanted to mark them up with his teeth, his hands, his nails. So you wore pants next, only for him to admire the way they hugged your ass, and oh, he sees, you’re showing off for Yuji now, ya know he’s an ass man, is that what this is? The want the brat to fuck you instead of him, a real man, a man that can make you cry and moan and cream on his cock with little to no effort?

If your shirt happened to be a bit tight that day around your breasts, you could bet your life and win that Sukuna was gonna tell you ten different ways that he would fuck them, eventually. He’d describe it in vivid detail; how your tits would look squeezed around his cock, how he’d cover them in his cum (don’t worry, he’d be considerate enough to lick it off of you, as long as you didn’t squirm too much when he latched onto your pretty nipples), how they’d bounce when he’d fuck you—and don’t make that face, he knows you like what he’s saying. You don’t? Then let Yuji reach in your panties and see if you’re wet or not. No? It’s fine, he knows you are, just too shy and prudish to admit it.

You’re careful eating consuming certain foods and drinks around him, but when he made a remark about how greedily you gulped down your water after a morning run, wondering aloud if you ‘guzzle cum down just as eagerly’, you chose to forfeit your basic human needs in his presence altogether.

It seemed like you couldn’t do anything around Yuji without it being turned into something perverse, and after much contemplation, you decided to just avoid him all together. It took a lot of detours and changes of your schedule to ensure you wouldn’t run into him, along with skipping out on hanging with your other friends because he’d be there, but you managed. It was incredibly boring and dull, and you found yourself lazing around your room more often than not, but you figured this was better than listening to the many ways Sukuna wanted to fuck you.

You’re in your room now, fingers massaging a new moisturizer into your cheeks as you only halfway pay attention to the show that’s playing on the tv. You had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in a baggy sweater that you couldn’t remember who you had snagged from, and was nearly ready to retire for the night.

A knock at your door draws your attention away from the tv, and thinking it’s more than likely Nobara come to once again lament about how pissed she is that you took a rain check on yet another outing with them (the trio had ventured out into the city earlier) you move to open it without thinking.

“If you’re here to scream at me for staying in tonight, I’m gonna need you to make it quick. My show is…” Your words die on your tongue when your eye finally clash against red ones, and there’s a lurch in your chest when Sukuna steps into your room, lips twisted into a grin as he invades your space. “…Yu—!”

You help when his hand shoots out to snag ahold of your jaw, fingers pushing into your cheeks as he quirks a brow. “I know you’re not stupid enough to call me by another man’s name, right?” Your hand is still gripping the door knob, and it tightens as you jerkily nod, eyes wide and unblinking as the gravity of the situation takes its time weighing on your shoulders.

He smushes your cheeks together, a hum leaving him as he turns your head side to side, and you can’t help the feeling that he’s appraising you, ogling you, judging you, just as he had been when he wasn’t in control, and all the things he had said suddenly come rushing back to the front of your mind.

A choked noise manages to escape you, and his grin widens, his free hand pushing yours away from the door so he can push it closed. “Wonderin’ what I’m gonna do to you?” He guesses, and you make another noise, your hands itching to do something. You are a sorcerer, not the strongest but definitely not the weakest, but this is Sukuna standing in front of you, what could you possibly do against him?

He takes another step forward, and the cologne that Yuji frequently wears wraps around you and makes your head spin. “I was wondering the same thing on my way over.” His front presses flush to yours, and you jump when something firm and big pushes into your hip, the hand that had been on your face dropping to rest against the side of your neck, thumb positioning itself underneath your chin so he can tilt your head up. “What to use first… your mouth,” he eyes your lips, and a shaky breath leaves them at that moment, “these tits,” his free hand gropes you through your sweater, and you yelp and jump in his hold, protests stuttered out as he kneads and squeezes at the flesh.

“S-Sukuna, you can’t—”

“Or this fat little cunt you’ve got.” The hand that had been on your chest dips low, and you both make a sound when his fingers are met with a sticky, clear fluid. He snarks out a laugh, and you furiously shake your head as your skin burns. “You’re fucking wet.”

“I’m not!” He pushes a finger up against your clit through the cotton of your panties, and you cross your ankles in an attempt to keep him from rubbing against you, but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He presses against you harder, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you weakly push at his forearm. There’s the fleeting thought that Yuji is somewhere in there seeing this, and it’s almost enough to have you melting into an embarrassed puddle of goo, but then Sukuna is saying something about being on ‘borrowed time’ while lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

You gape down at him, hurriedly trying to scramble back, but his hands come up to grip the backs of your thighs, the look he gives you making you stay put. Once he sees you’re not going anywhere, he loosens his grip on your legs, hands venturing up until he’s roughly gripping at the fat of your ass, gaze fixed on your face as you fight to keep it somewhat expressionless… although by the pleased look on his face you’re sure that you’re failing.

“You should revel in the knowledge that I’ve never kneeled before anyone else.”

With a harsh tug your underwear is pooled around your ankles, and Sukuna is roughly pushing up the material of your sweater, his head moving in until you can feel his breath fanning over the curly hairs covering your cunt. A misplaced stroke of insecurity covers you as he takes in the sight, and you don’t want to ponder about why you seem to care if he prefers a full shave or not, because you shouldn’t.

You should kick him away, king of curses be damned. He could cut you into a million pieces with a swipe of his finger, but still! You should do something other than just stand here and allow him to—

He buries his nose into your mound, a deep groan sounding as you hear him breathe in your scent, and your breath catches in your throat as your knees wobble, hands flying to his shoulders as you steady yourself.

You sweater covers his head as he lets it go to instead spread apart your lips, and you can’t help the gasp that comes out when he immediately begins to lap at your cunt, tongue moving from your clit to your hole and back again.

It’s too much too soon, and noises that you’d be horrified at making later tumble out of your mouth as Sukuna messily eats you out, one hand harshly gripping at your ass. His tongue feels as if it’s everywhere all at once, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge in no time, hips unconsciously rocking against his mouth, calves tensed as you stretch your on your toes, fingers curling into the material of his hoodie.

“Suh…Su-kuna,” a broken cry of his name falls from your lips as you come, his tongue pushing impossibly deep into you as his hand tugs you closer. The sound of him slurping at your slick is loud in the room, and the bruising grip on your ass trades in for a caress, the harsh sucking at your cunt switching to slow, languid licks that threaten to throw you into overstimulation,

When the fog clears, you stiffen, face screwing up and eyes widening as you look down at the lump in your sweater. Before any thoughts can come, he’s pulling back, pink hair coming into view as your sweater falls away from him, and you think you may just die on the spot when take note of the lack of black markings marring his face.

“…Yuji?”

#sukuna x reader #yuji x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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