#but it's so deeply annoying and frustrating

[prncessrindou]

ran was making it so hard for you to concentrate on your studies.

“why are you sitting there staring at me?” you asked. without even looking at him, you could feel his eyes staring daggers at you and it was quite annoying.

ran smirks, “cuz you’re pretty.. is it a problem to admire my pretty girlfriend?”

you roll your eyes. “do you have anything else better to do?”

“like what?”

“oh, i don’t know.. maybe hanging out with that gang of yours or getting on rindou’s nerves instead…” you replied.

“the gang is chilling today and rin is with his girlfriend, so that’s out of the question.” ran responds. “it almost seems like you don’t want me here or something.”

“you’re right, i don’t.” you say nonchalantly.

“cool..” ran gets up from your bed and begins to walk out of your room. you almost shedded tears when you saw he really was about to leave.

“rannnn, stop! come back! i didn’t mean that!” you sobbed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him backwards.

ran couldn’t help but enjoy this by smirking once again. “thought you said you wanted me gone..?”

“no.. i— i’m just frustrated,” you explain, “finals are coming up and i’m trying to study as hard as i can so i can pass ‘em.”

your boyfriend then wraps his arms around you and hugs you, “my poor baby, you’re burning yourself out. lemme help you out with that.” ran says, rubbing circles on your back.

you look at him and shake your head, “you just want some pussy and i have no time to be slacking off like that!”

“but maybe some dick will be the solution to your problems.”

you thought about it — it has been awhile since you and ran fooled around, with you being busy and focused on school. honestly, it wouldn’t hurt if you did have sex with him right now . . maybe then all that frustration will be thrown out the window.

you deeply sigh, but then out of nowhere you smashed your lips against ran’s lips. he was genuinely caught off guard by your actions but he wasn’t against any of it either.

“make me forget about those finals for now..” you whispered into his mouth, “think you can do that for me?”

ran nodded his head and smiles. “oh hell yeah, baby.” he said, grabbing and squeezing your ass, “i’ll make you forget everything.”

[kuroitsuki007]

Tease (Dabi x Reader)

 You hated this time of your cycle. It was the week right before your period, and you were extremely horny. It has always been such a frustrating thing to deal with. But of course, your boyfriend had the most fun here. Dabi has always been such a sadist and he gets off on seeing you beg for him. He knew exactly what he was doing to rile you up on a daily basis. He would make sure he would brush up against you to grab something above you from behind so you could feel how hard he was, or randomly plant little kisses on your neck and collarbone while you watched TV. Sometimes, he would even playfully smack your ass while you did chores, or kiss you deeply in the middle of your sentences at random, or rub your hips while you napped. It drove you absolutely crazy. When you got in these moods you had to have Dabi right then and now, but he made sure to pull away whenever you reached for his belt. The same annoying smirk on his face with that irritating snicker of his. He was so sexy you couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand how wet he made you when he messed with you like this. You try to take care of it and soothe that ache, but it was never enough.

      This was a pattern in the relationship for the last couple of months and you were over it. You just wanted him to touch you. You wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out until you beg for him to stop. You wanted him to leave your legs shaking and have you in bed tired and snoring from how good it was. So, today you decided you were going to figure out how to make him break first. You knew he was coming back home today from an overnight LOV mission and should be home any minute now. You wore one of your most form fitting skirts and a top that leaves a lot of cleavage exposed as you wait for him on the couch. After 20 minutes of mindlessly watching tv, trying to distract yourself from the dirty thoughts of everything you wanted him to do to you, Dabi returns, removing his boots at the front door. You get up to greet him, hugging him tightly. “Welcome back babe,” you say, making sure to press your breasts tightly against his chest.

    Dabi raises an eyebrow, suspecting you’re up to something as he walks to the bar stool in the living room and has a seat at the bar. “You alright baby?” he asks. You walked over towards him, swaying your hips seductively. “Yeah, I just really..missed you,” you say, rubbing his chest a bit with your fingers slowly leaning over to make your skirt raise a bit. Dabi runs his hand through his hair getting a bit frustrated by your actions, knowing  what you’re doing and he was too tired to play these games with you. He remembers what time of the month it is and knows how needy you get. Dabi always knew you were a brat, and it’s been awhile since he put you in your place and you’ve forgotten yourself. He’s decided to give you exactly what you’re craving this time. Not without having a little fun with you first. 

    Dabi roughly grips your face in his hand making you look him in the eye. “You really think this shit is cute don’t you?” “What do you mean babe?” you mumble softly in response, sensing how much you pissed him off. Dabi smirks looking into you eyes, then he spins you around pining you to the bar as he whispers in your ear. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you want to soothe you baby, but not until I punish you for that shit you just pulled," He says as he trails soft kisses down your neck. He starts to snake his hands under your shirt and gropes and fondles your breasts as he bites and sucks on your collarbone. A moan leaves your lips wanting more of his touch. You can feel the bulge in his pants press up against your ass and it's turning you on more. Dabi starts to brush his fingers in slow teasing circles around your nipples through your bra. It's driving you crazy, as you squirm under his touch with a few soft whimpers. You feel him smirk against your skin. "Look at you, getting so worked up already and I haven't even touched you yet. 

    He starts to unhook your bra, letting the straps slide down your shoulders a bit. He starts to pinch your nipples and you can't help but bite your lip. Dabi trails his hands lower and starts to lift your skirt, taking a good look at the lacy panties you're wearing, licking his lips. He rubs his palm against your ass slowly and gives it a firm smack making you moan loudly. "You like when I spank you huh slut?"  Dabi asks as his hand lands another, your cheeks starting to redden as you nod. "What a dirty little whore. You dirty little whore. You won't pull that teasing bullshit with me again now will you?" He spanks you harder tears welling in your eyes as you try to speak. "Never again...I'm sorry.." He smacks your ass again. "I'm sorry what? I can't hear you." "I'm sorry Daddy, I'll never do it again!" You yell. "Good. I'm the only one doing the teasing here." His hand lands against your skin once more with a sting and your legs start to tremble. Dabi yanks you back by your hair and gives you a deep and passionate kiss. Dabi's starts to teasingly grind his hard dick against you as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. His fingers exploring your body trailing lower down to your panty line. It makes you start to kiss him more hungrily, but he pulls away. 

    "No, no, no.. Not yet love," he says dipping his hand into your panties making your breath hitch as he kisses your neck again. He lets out a groan already feeling the heat come off your pussy and he can smell how aroused you are. He can't resist and dips his fingers down to feel how wet you are. "Fuck, your dripping baby, you want my dick in you that bad?" he asks teasingly. "Yes daddy.. more than anything." He kisses you again. "Such a good whore for me.” He strokes your cheek, giving it a small tap. He starts to circle his fingers around your clit and you let out a soft moan as you bite your lip. “You like that baby?” he whispers in your ear as he kisses your cheek pressing into your clit more. You breathe heavily trying to form words to respond. “Yes…more please.” “Mmm please what? I can’t hear ya babe.” Dabi replies with his usual smirk. “More please daddy!” He chuckles as he circles your clit faster. You can already feel your legs get weak from the intense feeling of need that was already starting to build. Your legs buckle a bit, but Dabi catches you and makes you stand. “No running baby girl. This is what you fucking wanted so you take it like a good slut, alright.” You start to moan louder as he shoves a finger into your wet cunt and you whimper enjoying the feeling. 

    “Mmm…I can feel you clenching around me baby, it’s so tight. I need to stretch you back out, huh?” he pushes a second fingering into you and you let out a loud moan. Dabi feels it vibrate against him making his dick harder as he speeds up fingering you. He takes in the lewd sounds of how wet you are and he is about to lose it. Your moans get louder and more consistent as you squeeze around his fingers and he can’t help but growl and moan. He knows you are getting close to orgasming. “Aww baby, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” You nod and whimper as your legs start to shake signaling it’s not far now. Dabi smirks looking you in the eye. “Sike.” he laughs as he pulls his fingers away, edging you. You pout and glare and he can’t help but smile. He knows you're upset, and some part of him still can’t deny you anything when you look this cute. He unbuckles his belt and starts to stroke his throbbing cock, getting it ready as he commands, “I want you in there on the bed naked for me in 3 minutes, understand?” You nod and rush to the bedroom doing as you're told. “Good girl.”

[sturns-mermaid]

BLOWING SMOKE .ᐟ

part two!! previous here

thank you @nodoubtily for requesting! | not proofread

WARNINGS: switch matt, oral f (receiving), use of "sweet girl", unprotected p in v, mention of a joint, matt gets annoyed with you and takes control, bratty reader, teasing

wc: 816 | master list | tag list | divders by @/anitalenia

The sounds that were leaving your mouth were like music to Matt’s ears, knowing that he was the cause. “Shit, just like that…” you muttered out, rolling your hips against his face. Your eyes closed in bliss, the joint you were smoking now long forgotten in the ashtray. His tongue plunged deeper into your soaked cunt, nose pressed against your clit as you tugged at his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your walls clenching against him.

A ragged moan slipped from your lips as you came right on his tongue. Juices soaking his face, but you didn’t let him get away that fast. Your hand held his face in place as you drew out your orgasm, using his mouth for your own pleasure.

 Matt, on the other hand, was beginning to get frustrated as your hand continued to push his face further into your folds. “Mmm, you like me using you like this?” you asked, looking down at him, that same smirk stuck on your face. Matt grunted into your flesh, grabbing your wrist as he moved your hand away from his hair. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, sitting up and resting on his knees as he moved closer to you. You scoff, confused at his sudden attitude, waving a hand dismissively at him.

“What’s your problem?” you huff, already reaching for your panties. He groaned, watching your movements; you always did this. Used him, then left, never stayed, not even long enough to kiss him goodbye. Of course, this was due to the agreement you both agreed to, friends with benefits, no strings attached. Matt tugged your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “You can’t just leave like that,” he whines, pulling you against him. The room felt tense, like he was trying not to take you right then and there. “Just stay awhile,” he suggested gently stroking your cheek. 

And so you did, like he asked. Even though you didn’t have to, but honestly, you had nothing else to do. Watching him squirm underneath you while you teased him was such a pretty sight. That is, until Matt got fed up with your actions. You hovered over his leaking member, one hand keeping him pressed into the mattress while the other dragged his cock along your slick folds. “Maybe I should punish you, not let you fuck me…” You whispered, causing his body to tremble. “I bet you can't even make me come, can you? Look at you all pathe-."

Your words were cut off by Matt flipping you over so he was on top. His hands quickly pinning your arms above your head as he finally slid into your warmth. “What the fu-” your words were once again cut off by him thrusting desperately inside you, making your eyes roll back. “Hm. What was that? Not so big and bad now, are you?” he mocked you with a fake pout on his lips watching your breasts bounce with each thrust.

“You asshole…” You muttered, your eyes finally meeting his, mouth falling agape at how deeply he was inside you. Now it was his turn to give you a taste of your own medicine. “Beg,” he groaned into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he lost all control, one hand gripping tightly on your wrists. You scoff, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Not happening,” you murmur, moving away from his lips as he tries to kiss you. His first instinct was to whine and wait for your next command, but he was the one in control now. “What you don't like to be bossed around, sweetheart?” he teased his thrusts slowing down as he sucked your exposed skin. Your body betrayed you, hips bucking desperately, trying to make him move faster.

“Not so fast,” he whispered, one hand moving to grip your hips, halting your movements. “Say it, or this poor pussy won’t come” his hand slid between both of your sweaty bodies as he lightly slapped your cunt. “Fuck you,” you spat, but your actions said otherwise as your back arched off the bed desperately seeking release. Matt shrugged, leaning up and teasingly slipping out of you.

“Fine, have it your way,” he said, exiting your warmth with a soft pop. Leaving your body tingling for more, you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from giving in. “Ugh, I hate you…” You mutter, trying to get away from his grip. The feeling of his twitching member sliding against your slick folds was too much; you needed him inside you.

“Fuck, just fuck me, please! Matt…” You whine, walls clenching, finally breaking as you in gave to him. “Please…let me come.” He never thought that he would hear those words from you, let alone have you submit to him. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, sweet girl?” he tsked, sliding back inside you, groaning at the feeling on your walls fluttering around him. He loved how much power he held over you now. 

note: have this while i finish twisted truths chp2

[corvusalbus93]

Oh, I remember us touching on this conversation after Astarion’s siblings vanish, in some posts a while back.

As a player I was disappointed and annoyed, because of the character development so far, especially in the second half of Act 2. Of course, taking a step back, like you said OP, it makes perfect sense he’s regressing at this point in the story, for all the reasons you’ve listed.

Of course any Tav, doesn’t quite have the luxury of taking the cosy outsider’s view, looking at everything and every possible dialogue tree at their own pace, so I pictured Nizana specifically, as the Tav romancing him, quite frustrated. Angry even. Deeply hurt above all perhaps that he would use her and her feelings for him like this.

This is not a happy Nizana:

I figured she sees him not only falling back into old patterns, but actively trying to manipulate, guilt-tripping her into doing something that goes against her very nature. Sacrificing souls to a devil, not limited to, but including the spawns. Astarion only ever speaks of his siblings, but Raphael very clearly said “including”. We and our characters (should) already know it’s more than seven.

I honestly can’t say which dialogue branch is the worst; he comes across as manipulative in all.

Astation: You're not getting sentimental, are you? I thought you were with me on this. Tav: I just want you to be happy.

Astarion: Then you help me in this. Nothing would make me happier.

Back when I first played this, I wasn’t sure how his questline would continue, I had seen some context-less clips here and there, but was mostly blind. At that point, my thoughts were: “This is going to strain their relationship so much... I think they might break up.” I was seriously considering to roleplay a break up, if I felt the relationship didn’t make sense anymore. It really depended on how things continued.

And let’s imagine for a moment Astarion could have done the rite without help. Like even if turning into a full vampire didn’t bring out the worst in him and amplify it, if Astarion’s personality hadn’t changed at all afterwards – I still think Nizana would have broken up with him for doing something so morally abhorrent.

Even as players, getting to Rivington & BG can be a bit overwhelming with all the quests vying for your attention, everyone reminding you of how there is little time until the brain breaks free and I figured it wouldn’t be better for a Tav unaware of a player’s quicksave-powers.

After all, this conflict isn’t happening in a vacuum; there is so much else going on simultaneously that Tav has so manage... and look, Lae’zel/(insert alternative party member) just got kidnapped by Orin. So, my interpretation of this and the later post spawn-attack dialogue was that it was make-or-break for their relationship, with both on edge & stressed, both sides desperate to sway the other. Juicy, narrative drama – heartbreaking to roleplay.

This moment in the conversation they had after meeting Pale Petras and Dalyria at Fraygo's Flophouse was very frustrating for me, to be honest.

Not in a bad way, more like: “ohh what are you doing?!” ٩(๑`^´๑)۶

Last time I played I probably didn’t check all the lines, but now that I found this branch I need to vent a little.

If you suggest Astarion to just run away he (understandably) argues he doesn’t want to spend eternity as a fugitive, constantly fearing the shadows. And this ritual might allow him to walk under the sun, even after they deal with the tadpoles. But then…

Astarion: And you want what’s best for me, surely.

Just look at his eyes. He is being so obviously manipulative with this line it feels like a stab, especially after everything they’ve been through.

And yes, he says something similar in other branches, too. But this particular phrase sounded the worst to me, especially with that look in his eyes.

Look at her face – she’s not having it too.

But here… I think he understands this as well.

But he can’t help falling into safety of the familiar patterns he’s been using for so long. He is back in the city where everything remind him of his life before. He has just had to face his siblings. And his old self reflected in them. He is back under Cazador’s suffocating presence. The inevitable final confrontation is right ahead.

And the pressure he’s under is immense. He wants to be safe, to be powerful and free. Maybe even to be able to give something back to the person he loves.

He has barely started his path to the healing, but this all is too much too soon.

It hurts to see him like that. Maybe I should be angry. And yet – I just can’t hold it against him. Not when I see where it’s coming from.

I’m sure Roanael knows that too, and she’ll just keep being there and asking the right questions, gently reminding Astarion that there’s another path – the one that leads to light, not darkness.

[bogkeep]

complaining about gender clinic again

mid-may: coincidentally finds out that the gender clinic offers [resource] they never informed me or nearly anyone else about, gets help from one of the nurses to order [resource] except she's going to send me more info over email first :)

(late july: my GP can also order [resource] for me and does so, it's different than the one i ordered through gender clinic because i wasn't sure if gender clinic was going to send me the [resource i ordered] or not. GP order goes through immediately)

early august, back from travelling: well i haven't received any emails nor word about [resource] so i'll shoot them a message

mid-august: well i haven't received any replies to my message so i'll call them even though their call times are a scarce two hours every weekday. i'm told they'll call me back over the week

this monday: over a week has passed and i received no call. i will call them again! the lady on the phone says i should contact the regional centre because that's where they send [resource orders] :) and if i don't want to do that i should call [different number that has call times only twice a week]

today: "hello special gender clinic number i really want a follow up about this thing one of your nurses promised but i have been completely unable to get a single word about despite contacting you multiple times"

"oh no!! i see you sent us a message weeks ago and nobody answered it! this isn't supposed to happen!"

"one would think"

(and then she actually emailed me!!!!! yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS TIME IT BETTER GO THROUGH I SWEAR TO GOD.)

[fluffydeoxys]

why so cranky

[rawliverandgoronspice]

anyway to end the series on ganondorf tp's writing, my take (which isn't canon but arguable as a valid "death of the author" read imo) is that he is at his most iredeemable AND that's because he has zero things left to lose and no community left and his goal doesn't even make sense anymore he is parasitic and a ghost and pathologically obsessed by his own godlike legitimacy because that is the only thing he still has and it has prolonged his life in a horrible diminished state in a nightmare dimension so SURELY it must mean something right right RIGHT

[vaguely-concerned]

cooking is honestly the thing that has made me feel the most creatively fulfilled the last half year or so, and it's very funny what inspired me to start all that. lucanis dellamorte you've done more for me than most and I hope you know it

[vio1315]

Man

I do wish that homeschooled people would stop looking down on me jkdhnjkern I fully support it but like

Man it's tiresome

People with public school backgrounds have trash talked enough that now doing the reverse is okay and here I am in the crossfire. Again.

[tearlessrain]

I've had anxiety pretty much all my life and having my fears/concerns brushed off is not a new thing for me and sometimes it's justified, but it is uniquely annoying in this case because I keep being right, repeatedly, throughout the pandemic, and people are still acting like I'm just being my panicky self and it's not as big a deal as I'm making it.

[lyknest]

home school is frustrating to watch not because the show is bad (i love the show i have so many thoughts) but because despite the wildly different reasons (and stakes and intensity), seeing the education institution systems making students do things without any explanation or logic or reason just because they can and being absolutely unreasonable is very real of them.

[swanthief]

wish i could have a normal and fun relationship w ouat (like so many other people do) as a show that was very important to me when i was young and therefore riddled w nostalgia and also has a lot of silly unserious vibes but unfortunately my opinions are too strong and deeply ingrained in me and generally unpopular and it makes it very hard to engage w most content abt it sjkhfjk

[badolmen]

There is nothing more frustrating/amusing than watching a play through of a blorbo game and watching the gamer bumble through the plot and completed misinterpret what’s going on like my dude you just out loud read a codex entry that was straightforward exposition and somehow came out of the collectibles screen convinced it meant the opposite of what it just said.

[aterabyte]

It's really interesting seeing people argue (including in the notes of this post) that an artist should have the right to say that no one else can make anything based off their work or reuse elements of their work in any capacity—when we're on an intensely pro-Ao3 website.

Like, I distinctly remember it being a very commonly held position when I joined Tumblr that Anne Rice was an asshole for trying to ban people from writing fanfiction of her work—and even if you think that fanfic and generative AI are fundamentally different, the argument that some people are explicitly making genuinely is that an artist should have complete control and veto power over anything that is done with their art once they release it publicly.

Not everyone who says AI art is theft is saying that, but the ones who are doing so are making an argument that I've never seen be so popular in leftist spaces before. It's very frustrating.

the framing of generative ai as "theft" in popular discourse has really set us back so far like not only should we not consider copyright infringement theft we shouldn't even consider generative ai copyright infringement

[sillimancer]

I ran into a bug w/ Libby a few weeks ago where the highlighters break if you try to highlight two separate passages in the same paragraph with two different colors, which only affected one book on my shelf for some reason and after days of emailing back and forth with tech support we decided it was just something weird going on with that particular book

fast forward now, I have replicated the bug on a second book 🙃 very annoying

[screampied]

“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”