{ ~ ÄBBY ~ }

BE WHO YOU AAAAARE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIIIDE!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Yes. You do know what I am... there's no denying it. The "cropped jacket" and these "pleated skirt looking pants," give it away, don't they? I am the rightful Zenin clan heir, donning a traditional kimono and hakama with my piercings, eyeliner, and my flawless hair.

@heavenly-restriction-queen , he knows what a gay person is, right? He knows he won’t get stoned to death if/when he chooses to come out, right?

BE WHO YOU AAAAARE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIIIDE!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Yes. You do know what I am... there's no denying it. The "cropped jacket" and these "pleated skirt looking pants," give it away, don't they? I am the rightful Zenin clan heir, donning a traditional kimono and hakama with my piercings, eyeliner, and my flawless hair.

@heavenly-restriction-queen , he knows what a gay person is, right? He knows he won’t get stoned to death if/when he chooses to come out, right?

Even in the dark, I still am the light of my clan. Bask in my glory— and my cellphone light…

Even in the dark, I still am the light of my clan. Bask in my glory— and my cellphone light…

~ ☄️Gojo

[*steps out the shower, and reaches for a towel.*]

no… NO!!! Whoever did this, count your days!!

I’m soaking wet and naked thanks to you!

“I get none of what I just watched.”

"Hm?" Sukuna blinked as he felt his position being changed. His eyes widened as he realized he was no longer on the battle field.

Just moments before he had finally regained his true form and was facing off against his bratty nephew and his allies, when a portal of cursed energy had opened up beneath his feet.

And now he was out in the middle of nowhere on some mountain surrounded by trees.

'Well this is new,' he thought to himself.

While he was happy to get away from the brat, he had enjoyed the thrill of the battle and getting to crush all the pesky jujutsu sorcerers. And now he couldn't do that.

Not to mention he was separated from Uraume once again after they had finally reunited.

He also considered the possibility that perhaps he was in another time period or even another dimension. It was crazy to think about but... It wasn't unlikely.

That's when, to his glee, he noticed that he was alone with no one to stop him from doing what he wanted. That meant he could cause all the destruction, chaos, and mayhem that he desired. He could kill whoever he wanted!

He wicked grin spread across his face as evil ideas spread through his mind.

(He's about to commit mass murder)

(WAIT WAIT WHAT'S THE STORY LINE THOUGH, KINDA CONFUSED

I'll jst make it when Muzan killed Tanjiro's fam :PP)

Muzan stares at the blood of the Kamado family, the scent of iron filling his nose, he gladly lets the smell overwhelm his senses, bloodlust growing stronger every passing second.

but there's something off about this mountain, a sudden pang of danger stirring through the air.

he can't help but feel.. unease. it's the first he's felt this way since the 'incident'.

(Yoriichi encounter btw)

he looks around, confused and lost.

"Heh heh heh... Ahahahaha! Stupid brat! You thought you could stop me from doing what I wanted? Well, guess what? Now I'm all alone and you can't stop me! Ahahaha!" Sukuna began to laugh hysterically to himself, taunting an imaginary Yuji Itadori despite the fact that the boy wasn't in his presence.

"Now first to go find some entertainment. I wonder where all the women and children are. They can't be too far away," he wondered to himself with a evil grin on his face.

he jolts as he feels the Aura of power grow stronger around him, he glances over his shoulder, finding nothing.

he can feel but feel the unease growing in him.

(Also yeah they're on the same mountain just to clear things up.)

Sukuna had been walking around for quite some time. His feet crunch the snow beneath him. He can feel the underside of them burning hot upon making contact with the icy snow. However, it certainly wasn't enough to make him flinch or complain.

"Hey, you!" he hears a shout. He turns to the side to see a creature addressing him. It looked almost like some kind of low level cursed spirit.

However, Sukuna could tell instantly by the lack of control of cursed energy that this was no cursed spirit. It could obviously see him, which meant it had cursed energy flowing inside it, but the energy in question was unbalanced.

It was much weaker than a first-grade curse, he realized. The knowledge that this lowlife had dared to question him with such blatant disrespect angered him a bit.

"This is my turf!" The creature said, crouched on all fours like some kind of animal and glaring at him, "Go find your own spot!"

"You dare question me with such blatant disrespect? Know your place, worm," Sukuna said as he stepped forward, "I could kill you in a split second if I so desired."

Muzan can sense the danger grow close to one of his demons, he closes his eyes, trying to read the demon's surroundings.

he opens his eyes and finds himself in the point of view of Koorogi,

he finds a figure standing in front of him, rather, tall and.. oddly attention drawing.

he takes in the figures appearance as his demon and said figure bicker, he can't help but find himself intrigued.

he doesn't seem to be human, nor demon, maybe he came from another new group.

he sighs and blinks, renewing his vision to appear in front of the kamado's house once again. he looks around, dashing towards the sense of danger.

The demon seemed to be too ignorant to realize the danger that it was provoking.

"I'm not a worm. I eat worms, actually," the demon said as it licked its long, slimy tongue against its cheek. "What are you anyway? Some kind of gorilla? Wait, do gorillas have four arms? Are you an alien?"

"I'm much greater and more frightening than those pathetic creatures that humans make up only to scare themselves. And the fact that you would compare me to an animal is insulting," Sukuna said as he took a step forward. His feet crunched the snow beneath him.

"Lucky for me, I've been looking for something to kill. And you look like the perfect target," Sukuna grinned wickedly at the demon. "Perhaps I should demonstrate to you what true power is? A little something before you die."

"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine."

Suddenly, the surroundings around them changed. The demon found itself standing in a pool of blood. Darkness surrounded it in the distance. In front of it, stood a shrine. It was sitting on top a pile of bones practically as large as an elephant. And inside that shrine stood Sukuna.

Sukuna was grinning evilly. He was reveling in the demon's confusion. He stood proudly with two of his hands formed in a hand sign, one that signaled the domain expansion.

Muzan jolts as he feels his cells dissolve in the air, he can help but feel a twinge of pain, making him stops in his tracks, he hisses, but slowly regains his composure.

he picks up his pace again, snow spraying everywhere with the steps he takes. his eyes narrow, he can't help but think this is a bad idea- but he's curious about this sudden sense of danger.

and he feels drawn to it, like a moth to a lantern.

the ground shakes beneath him as he reaches the sense of danger, he stays a long distance away, not wanting to get caught in whatever the hell is happening in front of him.

his gaze moves to the shrine, he swallows, hard.

what is.. that..?

Although, as quick as it passes, he begins to feel a wave of boredom wash over him. As much as he enjoyed crushing weak creatures and reveling in their misery, that fight had been far to easy. Could he even call it a fight? He was the only one who had made a move, after all.

(idk when I drew this🫡🫡 I'll jst give it to you)

(Sukuna fucks Muzan in true form)

Muzan stares in horror at the slices of demon flesh on the ground, he swallows once again, he can't help but feel a pang of.. fear?

he feels impressed too, by the strangers power, of course. he blinks and sets his gaze on the curious figure once again.

(LMAO yes! He uses both c*cks 😂)

Sukuna turns when he senses another presence behind him. He is a bit surprised when he takes in the man's appearance.

He had pale skin that was as white as the snow surrounding them. His eyes were a light red with slitted pupils similar to a feline. He could see the shock, fear, (and was that awe?) written inside them. His hair was short, black, and curly. Two curly side bangs framed his cheeks. He wore a rather extravagant suit.

And what amused Sukuna the most was how small he was compared to himself. He was barely six feet tall. His head reached up to his chest. He looked so cute that it shocked him a bit. Such a fragile, precious thing...

Devious ideas began to form in his head. Now this was what he needed. A pretty toy to have fun with. Perhaps he could keep him around for a while. After all, why waste such beauty?

Muzan freezes as he looks up at Sukuna, the feeling of unease washing over him. he takes a step back.

he stands up straight, fixing his posture. his body language shows that he's trying to be brave, though he can't help but feel fear in the stanger's presence.

"i am not a mere lamb," he remarks, his voice having a hint of authority. his jaw clenches, his slitted pupils getting thinner in irritation.

he raises a hand, sharp nails emerge from his finger tips,

Sukuna lets out a booming laugh in response to Muzan's words, the sound deep and mocking.

"You? A predator? To weakling, maybe," Sukuna chuckled in amusement.

he tenses up, his muscles becoming stiff.

his gaze meets his, and he can't help but feel threatened, though he feels some sort of awful attraction to those deep, tantalizing four eyes.

a shiver goes through his spine as he feels Sukuna's rough, calloused skin on his own, and his touch is rather.. sensual.

he shudders as the other's fingers trace his jaw line, and he pulls away, pushing his hand away from his face.

he glares up at Sukuna. "i rather you not touch me." he hisses, his voice clearly irritated, though small hints of fear are audible in it.

Sukuna grins at the reaction he gets out of Muzan. It fuels the dark, malicious side of his brain that craves those little trembles, those little cracks in his demeanor. He enjoyed how his pretty cheeks turned pink, and how he roughly shoved his hand away defiantly.

It was fun. Entertaining. Delicious.

Sukuna decides to at least be decent and show him a bit of mercy by respecting his wishes. For now, at least. Something he rarely did.

"wouldn't you like to know..?" he snarls, his voice a slow drawl, hints of sarcasm and irritation clear to be displayed in his words.

his eyes follows Sukuna's gaze, what might that be in his? intrigue, of course. amusement also.

Sukuna grins wider at Muzan's challenging, defiant remark. Ohh, now this was going to be fun. He loved the fiery spirit that Muzan had. It made him all the more intriguing and adorable in Sukuna's eyes. It also stroked his dark desire to see him break.

"Alright, I'll tell you," Sukuna said with a cocky smile as he circled back around to Muzan.

he raises an eyebrow at the four-eyed man, he has never heard of the.. 'king of curses' Sukuna claimed to be.

"king of curses.." he drawls in a rather confused tone as he put a hand to his chin.

he looks up at the other with a lost look. "i have never heard of the title 'king of curses'." he remarks quite hesitantly.

"Demon King, you say? Interesting..." Sukuna hums with interest as his eyes gleam with intrigue. He looks Muzan up and down, and a smirk forms on his lips.

his eyes narrow at the other's words, his jaw clenching in irritation. he glares up at him, "i am not tiny." he scowls.

Sukuna's grin grows wider at Muzan's response. His excitement grew as the Demon King took a step back in response to his approach. It was thrilling watching him retreat from him like a scared kitten. The action only made Sukuna feel more inclined to step closer once more.

"Sure you are! You're so small, I could crush you beneath my fingertips," Sukuna assured him further with glee and amusement. A dangerous gleam reflected in his eyes was he spoke of crushing him, and his hand went once more to grasp Muzan's chin, this time with a firmer grip.

he never knew a stranger's touch could feel like this, and it's making him feel rather weird. shivers travel down his spine and his heart pounds against his chest.

he grabs the other's wrist, attempting to tug his hand away from his face, but to no avail.

Muzan trys to think of a come back, something to reply at The king of curses' words, though he can't think right now. his mind blank with irritation and some type of nervousness and fear. he tries to control his accelerating pulse, trying to silence it before Sukuna could sense it.

he doesn't let go of Sukuna's wrist, his claws growing sharper, pressing into the other man's flesh in some type of silent warning. blood spills out from the four holes he left in his flesh, though they close up in seconds.

Sukuna smirks at Muzan's reaction. It was so entertaining watching him start to lose his cool. He revels in the feeling of Muzan's claws in his skin, finding twisted pleasure in his continued attempts of defiance.

Muzan stabs into the flesh of Sukuna's hand, ripping it from his arm, spilling more blood onto the snow. red stains white, the snow absorbing the red liquid, he gazes up at the other man, throwing the dismembered hand across forest, splating against a random tree.

The sight of him baring his sharp fangs through gritted teeth and the anger in his eyes was utterly priceless. Adorable even. It only fueled his growing desire, especially with the flush of his cheeks.

"Fiesty, aren't you? I like that," Sukuna spoke through a light chuckle as he gazed down at Muzan, "But you'll have to do more than that if you want to stop me."

Muzan let's out a small curse under his breath as his back hits the wood, bark scraping against the fabric of his suit jacket. "what..?" he mutters at the words 'I like that', barely audible, though Sukuna catches it. his breath grows shaky and shallow, he hates how his voice trembles, though he can't help it.

he notices the way the other man is grinning wolfishly at him, and it sparks a strage yet familiar feeling, he barely feels this emotion anymore —unless it's something to do with that certain demon slayer he met centuries ago— and he definitely dislikes it.

Sukuna reveled in the tremble that he got from Muzan. He didn't fail to notice the shakiness of his breath. He absolutely adored it. He wanted more of those reactions. He wanted to see just how much further he would tremble beneath his grasp.

"Look at you... trembling beneath me..." He mused through a low chuckle as he gazed down at Muzan, his eyes raking over his body, "It's almost cute as it is pathetic."

Muzan shudders at Sukuna's touch, he can't help but feel his face heat up as his fingers slid down his body. he tries to steady his breath, his exhales fogging up with the cold weather. he bites his lip, he can't believe what he's thinking right now. he just met Sukuna for God's sake.

"st—stop that." he says, though his voice fails him, weak, cracking with some type of nervousness. he can feel his pride get consumed with embarrassment as he realizes his stuttering voice.

Sukuna grins at his reaction, absolutely loving the sound of his stuttering voice.

Muzan stays quiet, he can't think of a come back. he let's out a held-back grunt through his gritted teeth at the graze of skin against skin, his sharp canines digging into the slightly dry skin of his lower lip. he squeezes his eyes shut, his eyebrows furrowing into his forehead. he tries to move his hands, but to no avail.

Perfect. That's what he wanted.

he let's go of his pride, his hands give up trying to escape, twitching with the want to touch also. he's still in disbelief at the fact he's letting Sukuna do this to him, though his mind is still fogged up with desire for any rational thought.

He continued to suck on his skin, trailing hickeys along his neck. He eventually found a particularly sensitive spot in the crook of his neck. He sealed his lips around it, sucking hard.

he can't move his hands nor body to pull away—not like he would— and it sends more arousal down his spine. a little part of him likes being trapped for some unholy reason, and hell it's electric, the way he's not in control for once.

Sukuna chuckles as Muzan's neck heals the marks he had just made, "Damn, you're really going to make me mark you up again, you desperate little thing?"

He gives a sharp nip to his earlobe before leaning in to whisper in his ear in a husky voice, "Not that it matters anyway... I'll keep going again and again until I'm satisfied..."

he turns his head to side so his face doesn't get any splinters. his face grows redder as he feels Sukuna grinding up against him, and he can't help but feel more aroused. he gazes up at Sukuna through his peripheral vision, cold sweat dripping down his face. though he doesn't fight it. his hips deliberately shift backwards, meeting his with a desperate hunger—completely and purely lust.

Muzan's body freezes as he senses the second buldge in Sukuna's pants. what do you mean this bastard has two dicks? his breath catches in his throat, and he can't breath for a solid few seconds as the realizes the size of just one of them. he tries to calm himself down, taking a deep breath before saying; "when did I say you can have me?" he says, defiance in his voice, though his body language says the complete opposite.

Sukuna grins wider at Muzan's response. His hands tighten their grip on his hips in a show of possession.

"You didn't have to. I already knew I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And I always get what I want..." he whispered lowly in his ear as he loomed over him.

(and damn Sukuna.. love at first sight ahh🫡🫡)

Muzan flinches at the feeling of sharp teeth digging into his skin, a gasp escaping his lips. his gaze follows the ripped fabric as it drifts down to the ground, resting on the snow. the cold hits his bare skin with a bite. he shivers—because of the cold and the the way Sukuna's chest presses against his back.

(And it's more like twisted desire than love lmao)

Sukuna smirks as he hears the click of Muzan's belt. He could see his resistance crumbling like paper, and that thrilled him. His third hand travels down Muzan's abdomen to slip inside his pants.

"Already so hard, and I've barely even touched you," he teases in a low voice as his hand grasps his c*ck. He swipes his fist up before rubbing the tip with his thumb, feeling the weeping slit, "Admit it. You want this just as much as I do."

His other hands continue to play with his nipples, twisting and pinching the buds. They form hard peaks with their tips leaking prec*m. He continues to grind his hips steadily against Muzan's ass; his bulge rubbing against his cheeks through the fabric of their clothes.

(oh yeah, do you mind if I don't censor my words? cause I see you censoring yours and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.)

Muzan's face impossibly grows redder at those words, and he flinches as he feels Sukuna's hand snake around his erection. he feels a surge of electricity go through him, his body trembling with barely controlled desire, his hands almost dropping the belt in his hands. he feels a bit hesitant, but his hips shift backwards to meet Sukuna's, deliberately rubbing against the other man's cock, feeling it through the thin cloth of their pants.

Sukuna grins at the eager reaction he gets out of Muzan's body. He loved how he was responding to him. The flush of his cheeks and the way he tried to stifle his moans only served to spur Sukuna on more. It was almost amusing as it was entertaining.

He redoubled his efforts, determined to draw more noise from Muzan's lips. He wanted to bring him to the point where he couldn't contain himself. He stroked him harder and more insistently; his hand sliding up and down his cock. He squeezed it a few times, trying to draw more reactions from Muzan.

(also is Muzan still wearing his hat through all this)

another surge of electricity spikes through Muzan, and his legs almost give out. he would've fell if it weren't for Sukuna's arms around him. he shifts and his face lands on his forearm, his lips parting to bare his fangs. he deliberately bites into his own arm to silence himself, his teeth locking into the regenerating flesh. though his attempt is futile, noises spilling through the cracks of his lips. blood stains his teeth, dripping onto the snow below.

he breaks a sweat, a drop dripping down his chin and to the snow that's already red.

(that shit Gon be extra white a few minutes later💔✌✌)

his cock twitches in Sukuna's grasp and it's throbbing for a need of release, he grinds himself backwards into Sukuna, a clear request to get railed. he needs to be fucked. he needs Sukuna inside him. he needs those two cocks.

(And don't worry about being late I understand being busy and all that it's no problem!)

Sukuna grins in satisfaction as Muzan grinds back against him; his hips moving backwards to meet his own. His grip on his hips tightens in response as he pulls him closer; his cocks pressed further into his ass.

"Finally giving in, are you?" He teases with a low hum in his ear as he leans over him. His fourth hand wraps around his neck; two fingers rest underneath his jaw as he tilts his head up, forcing his mouth away from his arm.

"Quit trying to hide from me. I want to hear those pretty sounds."

(the poor hat😔✌✌ I'm giving it a mention)

Muzan's fangs get ripped out of his flesh, blood seeping out of the freshly reopened wound, though it heals within milliseconds. a low, long moan rips from his throat with Sukuna's hand on his cock, his mouth open wide for sounds to freely escape from. his head gets forced back against Sukuna's chest, his Fedora squeezing between the two bodies.

God, he's starting to get impatient. one of his hands go to the wrist of the hand on his hips, his grip tightening as a request to take this 'further'. he grinds his ass into the shape of Sukuna's dicks, his gaze locking with his.

"Kuhuhuhu... I see how it is. You want more, do you? How desperate of you," he teases through a low chuckle, smirking at Muzan's eagerness.

His hands make quick work of his pants. They fell to the snow forgotten around Muzan's feet. Sukuna's eyes darken at the sight of the pale perfection of the demon king's ass. Those plump globes were practically begging to be ruined.

He swiftly removed his own pants as well. He shoved them to the ground as his two large cocks jutted out. The first slapped heavily against his abdomen as the second made contact with the previous one. They were thick and lengthy with throbbing veins running down the sides and bulbous heads. A small groan escaped past Sukuna's lips at the feeling of his appendages being freed.

Muzan flinches at the feeling of the hard, large appendages against the small of his back, the cold air hitting the skin causing his body to shudder. he grunts as Sukuna's hands grip the fat spheres of ass he was apparently blessed with, Sukuna's sharp nails digging into the soft flesh. his gaze is forced to the dark night sky with the other man's grip on his neck, the two fingers holding up his jaw. his hands tighten the fists they form, the veins on his hands becoming more prominent.

he hates how he's acting right now, the way he's suddenly so submissive, it scares him—the fact that he doesn't have control for just this one night, that he's surrendering to someone— cause he's supposed to be the dominant one, the leader.

Sukuna could practically read the conflict occurring within Muzan. He could feel it in the way his body tensed once those darkly whispered words reached his ears. It was delicious. He was slowly cracking through that carefully crafted composure to get to the man beneath. And he reveled in that fact.

He brought his free hand to his lips and gently licked the tip of his index finger. It traveled down to Muzan's ass where he used the hands palming his cheeks to spread them apart. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of his hole. It was a bright pink with the rim swollen with arousal. He saw the way it clenched for him as the cool winter air brushed over it. It was tiny too. He couldn't wait to push it to its limits and beyond.

He rubbed the tip of his index finger along the sensitive rim. It covered it in saliva that acted as a slick lubrication. He pressed the tip above his entrance before finally pushing it inside. He felt satisfaction and arousal as its walls clung to his finger, clenching around him.

Muzuan whines at the intrusion, the feeling of having something inside of him—except blades— all too new for him. his jaw tightens, and he bites the inside of his cheek. his eyes close shut as he tries to take his mind off the sensation, failing miserably. he squirms at Sukuna's words, flinching against the tree as he tries to adjust with the finger—it's thick, probably double in size of one of his.

he doesn't bother to respond, too busy tryna get used to this, knowing he'll get a much bigger, thicker appendage shoved up his ass. (unhinged as fuck🥹)

(Also it's fine I am too lol)

Sukuna grinned deviously at the whining moan that fell from Muzan's lips. The sound was so deliciously pathetic. So erotic. He wanted to force out more of those sounds.

a moan gets punched out of Muzan's throat as he feels another finger enter him, and he shudders as it strokes against his prostate. his face contorts into a snarl at Sukuna's words, impatience lacing his nerves. he shoves himself backwards onto Sukuna's hand with more force than necessary, a whimper spewing out his lips.

Sukuna lets out an amused laugh at Muzan's growing impatience and eagerness. He loved watching him desperately hump himself on his fingers. It was as if he was trying to take his entire fist in.

"Desperate, aren't you?" He teases with a mocking chuckle, "Fine, I'll give you what you need. I've grown rather pent up watching you squirm and moan beneath me..."

He pulls his fingers out abruptly with a sharp tug, giving Muzan a feeling of sudden emptiness. Not shortly after, however, he pushes his body further into the tree with two hands gripping the flesh of his hips. He angles them towards his own as he positions the tip of his secondary cock at his hole.

a long, stuttery moan escapes his lips, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he gets a dick forced into him. his hand stops it's movement down South, stopping purely because his body is in shock at the intrusion. said hand trails up to his mouth, leaving his dick rubbing raw against the bark of the tree. (ouch)

it hurts like hell, like he's getting ripped apart, the pain drowning out the pleasure. his walls clench down instinctively on Sukuna's cock, his insides convulsing around the appendage. he tries to adjust with the pure size and girth, his eyes watering slightly.

A deep groan vibrates from within Sukuna's chest as he finally sheaths himself within Muzan. He could feel the way that tiny little hole clenched so desperately around his cock. It was like he was trying to squeeze his very essence out of him.

"Fuck, you're so tight... So perfect..." he growled in pleasure before rocking his hips forward. He didn't give the Demon King any time to adjust. He simply acted.

"Hm?" Sukuna blinked as he felt his position being changed. His eyes widened as he realized he was no longer on the battle field.

Just moments before he had finally regained his true form and was facing off against his bratty nephew and his allies, when a portal of cursed energy had opened up beneath his feet.

And now he was out in the middle of nowhere on some mountain surrounded by trees.

'Well this is new,' he thought to himself.

While he was happy to get away from the brat, he had enjoyed the thrill of the battle and getting to crush all the pesky jujutsu sorcerers. And now he couldn't do that.

Not to mention he was separated from Uraume once again after they had finally reunited.

He also considered the possibility that perhaps he was in another time period or even another dimension. It was crazy to think about but... It wasn't unlikely.

That's when, to his glee, he noticed that he was alone with no one to stop him from doing what he wanted. That meant he could cause all the destruction, chaos, and mayhem that he desired. He could kill whoever he wanted!

He wicked grin spread across his face as evil ideas spread through his mind.

(He's about to commit mass murder)

(WAIT WAIT WHAT'S THE STORY LINE THOUGH, KINDA CONFUSED

I'll jst make it when Muzan killed Tanjiro's fam :PP)

Muzan stares at the blood of the Kamado family, the scent of iron filling his nose, he gladly lets the smell overwhelm his senses, bloodlust growing stronger every passing second.

but there's something off about this mountain, a sudden pang of danger stirring through the air.

he can't help but feel.. unease. it's the first he's felt this way since the 'incident'.

(Yoriichi encounter btw)

he looks around, confused and lost.

"Heh heh heh... Ahahahaha! Stupid brat! You thought you could stop me from doing what I wanted? Well, guess what? Now I'm all alone and you can't stop me! Ahahaha!" Sukuna began to laugh hysterically to himself, taunting an imaginary Yuji Itadori despite the fact that the boy wasn't in his presence.

"Now first to go find some entertainment. I wonder where all the women and children are. They can't be too far away," he wondered to himself with a evil grin on his face.

he jolts as he feels the Aura of power grow stronger around him, he glances over his shoulder, finding nothing.

he can feel but feel the unease growing in him.

(Also yeah they're on the same mountain just to clear things up.)

Sukuna had been walking around for quite some time. His feet crunch the snow beneath him. He can feel the underside of them burning hot upon making contact with the icy snow. However, it certainly wasn't enough to make him flinch or complain.

"Hey, you!" he hears a shout. He turns to the side to see a creature addressing him. It looked almost like some kind of low level cursed spirit.

However, Sukuna could tell instantly by the lack of control of cursed energy that this was no cursed spirit. It could obviously see him, which meant it had cursed energy flowing inside it, but the energy in question was unbalanced.

It was much weaker than a first-grade curse, he realized. The knowledge that this lowlife had dared to question him with such blatant disrespect angered him a bit.

"This is my turf!" The creature said, crouched on all fours like some kind of animal and glaring at him, "Go find your own spot!"

"You dare question me with such blatant disrespect? Know your place, worm," Sukuna said as he stepped forward, "I could kill you in a split second if I so desired."

Muzan can sense the danger grow close to one of his demons, he closes his eyes, trying to read the demon's surroundings.

he opens his eyes and finds himself in the point of view of Koorogi,

he finds a figure standing in front of him, rather, tall and.. oddly attention drawing.

he takes in the figures appearance as his demon and said figure bicker, he can't help but find himself intrigued.

he doesn't seem to be human, nor demon, maybe he came from another new group.

he sighs and blinks, renewing his vision to appear in front of the kamado's house once again. he looks around, dashing towards the sense of danger.

The demon seemed to be too ignorant to realize the danger that it was provoking.

"I'm not a worm. I eat worms, actually," the demon said as it licked its long, slimy tongue against its cheek. "What are you anyway? Some kind of gorilla? Wait, do gorillas have four arms? Are you an alien?"

"I'm much greater and more frightening than those pathetic creatures that humans make up only to scare themselves. And the fact that you would compare me to an animal is insulting," Sukuna said as he took a step forward. His feet crunched the snow beneath him.

"Lucky for me, I've been looking for something to kill. And you look like the perfect target," Sukuna grinned wickedly at the demon. "Perhaps I should demonstrate to you what true power is? A little something before you die."

"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine."

Suddenly, the surroundings around them changed. The demon found itself standing in a pool of blood. Darkness surrounded it in the distance. In front of it, stood a shrine. It was sitting on top a pile of bones practically as large as an elephant. And inside that shrine stood Sukuna.

Sukuna was grinning evilly. He was reveling in the demon's confusion. He stood proudly with two of his hands formed in a hand sign, one that signaled the domain expansion.

Muzan jolts as he feels his cells dissolve in the air, he can help but feel a twinge of pain, making him stops in his tracks, he hisses, but slowly regains his composure.

he picks up his pace again, snow spraying everywhere with the steps he takes. his eyes narrow, he can't help but think this is a bad idea- but he's curious about this sudden sense of danger.

and he feels drawn to it, like a moth to a lantern.

the ground shakes beneath him as he reaches the sense of danger, he stays a long distance away, not wanting to get caught in whatever the hell is happening in front of him.

his gaze moves to the shrine, he swallows, hard.

what is.. that..?

Although, as quick as it passes, he begins to feel a wave of boredom wash over him. As much as he enjoyed crushing weak creatures and reveling in their misery, that fight had been far to easy. Could he even call it a fight? He was the only one who had made a move, after all.

(idk when I drew this🫡🫡 I'll jst give it to you)

(Sukuna fucks Muzan in true form)

Muzan stares in horror at the slices of demon flesh on the ground, he swallows once again, he can't help but feel a pang of.. fear?

he feels impressed too, by the strangers power, of course. he blinks and sets his gaze on the curious figure once again.

(LMAO yes! He uses both c*cks 😂)

Sukuna turns when he senses another presence behind him. He is a bit surprised when he takes in the man's appearance.

He had pale skin that was as white as the snow surrounding them. His eyes were a light red with slitted pupils similar to a feline. He could see the shock, fear, (and was that awe?) written inside them. His hair was short, black, and curly. Two curly side bangs framed his cheeks. He wore a rather extravagant suit.

And what amused Sukuna the most was how small he was compared to himself. He was barely six feet tall. His head reached up to his chest. He looked so cute that it shocked him a bit. Such a fragile, precious thing...

Devious ideas began to form in his head. Now this was what he needed. A pretty toy to have fun with. Perhaps he could keep him around for a while. After all, why waste such beauty?

Muzan freezes as he looks up at Sukuna, the feeling of unease washing over him. he takes a step back.

he stands up straight, fixing his posture. his body language shows that he's trying to be brave, though he can't help but feel fear in the stanger's presence.

"i am not a mere lamb," he remarks, his voice having a hint of authority. his jaw clenches, his slitted pupils getting thinner in irritation.

he raises a hand, sharp nails emerge from his finger tips,

Sukuna lets out a booming laugh in response to Muzan's words, the sound deep and mocking.

"You? A predator? To weakling, maybe," Sukuna chuckled in amusement.

he tenses up, his muscles becoming stiff.

his gaze meets his, and he can't help but feel threatened, though he feels some sort of awful attraction to those deep, tantalizing four eyes.

a shiver goes through his spine as he feels Sukuna's rough, calloused skin on his own, and his touch is rather.. sensual.

he shudders as the other's fingers trace his jaw line, and he pulls away, pushing his hand away from his face.

he glares up at Sukuna. "i rather you not touch me." he hisses, his voice clearly irritated, though small hints of fear are audible in it.

Sukuna grins at the reaction he gets out of Muzan. It fuels the dark, malicious side of his brain that craves those little trembles, those little cracks in his demeanor. He enjoyed how his pretty cheeks turned pink, and how he roughly shoved his hand away defiantly.

It was fun. Entertaining. Delicious.

Sukuna decides to at least be decent and show him a bit of mercy by respecting his wishes. For now, at least. Something he rarely did.

"wouldn't you like to know..?" he snarls, his voice a slow drawl, hints of sarcasm and irritation clear to be displayed in his words.

his eyes follows Sukuna's gaze, what might that be in his? intrigue, of course. amusement also.

Sukuna grins wider at Muzan's challenging, defiant remark. Ohh, now this was going to be fun. He loved the fiery spirit that Muzan had. It made him all the more intriguing and adorable in Sukuna's eyes. It also stroked his dark desire to see him break.

"Alright, I'll tell you," Sukuna said with a cocky smile as he circled back around to Muzan.

he raises an eyebrow at the four-eyed man, he has never heard of the.. 'king of curses' Sukuna claimed to be.

"king of curses.." he drawls in a rather confused tone as he put a hand to his chin.

he looks up at the other with a lost look. "i have never heard of the title 'king of curses'." he remarks quite hesitantly.

"Demon King, you say? Interesting..." Sukuna hums with interest as his eyes gleam with intrigue. He looks Muzan up and down, and a smirk forms on his lips.

his eyes narrow at the other's words, his jaw clenching in irritation. he glares up at him, "i am not tiny." he scowls.

Sukuna's grin grows wider at Muzan's response. His excitement grew as the Demon King took a step back in response to his approach. It was thrilling watching him retreat from him like a scared kitten. The action only made Sukuna feel more inclined to step closer once more.

"Sure you are! You're so small, I could crush you beneath my fingertips," Sukuna assured him further with glee and amusement. A dangerous gleam reflected in his eyes was he spoke of crushing him, and his hand went once more to grasp Muzan's chin, this time with a firmer grip.

he never knew a stranger's touch could feel like this, and it's making him feel rather weird. shivers travel down his spine and his heart pounds against his chest.

he grabs the other's wrist, attempting to tug his hand away from his face, but to no avail.

Muzan trys to think of a come back, something to reply at The king of curses' words, though he can't think right now. his mind blank with irritation and some type of nervousness and fear. he tries to control his accelerating pulse, trying to silence it before Sukuna could sense it.

he doesn't let go of Sukuna's wrist, his claws growing sharper, pressing into the other man's flesh in some type of silent warning. blood spills out from the four holes he left in his flesh, though they close up in seconds.

Sukuna smirks at Muzan's reaction. It was so entertaining watching him start to lose his cool. He revels in the feeling of Muzan's claws in his skin, finding twisted pleasure in his continued attempts of defiance.

Muzan stabs into the flesh of Sukuna's hand, ripping it from his arm, spilling more blood onto the snow. red stains white, the snow absorbing the red liquid, he gazes up at the other man, throwing the dismembered hand across forest, splating against a random tree.

The sight of him baring his sharp fangs through gritted teeth and the anger in his eyes was utterly priceless. Adorable even. It only fueled his growing desire, especially with the flush of his cheeks.

"Fiesty, aren't you? I like that," Sukuna spoke through a light chuckle as he gazed down at Muzan, "But you'll have to do more than that if you want to stop me."

Muzan let's out a small curse under his breath as his back hits the wood, bark scraping against the fabric of his suit jacket. "what..?" he mutters at the words 'I like that', barely audible, though Sukuna catches it. his breath grows shaky and shallow, he hates how his voice trembles, though he can't help it.

he notices the way the other man is grinning wolfishly at him, and it sparks a strage yet familiar feeling, he barely feels this emotion anymore —unless it's something to do with that certain demon slayer he met centuries ago— and he definitely dislikes it.

Sukuna reveled in the tremble that he got from Muzan. He didn't fail to notice the shakiness of his breath. He absolutely adored it. He wanted more of those reactions. He wanted to see just how much further he would tremble beneath his grasp.

"Look at you... trembling beneath me..." He mused through a low chuckle as he gazed down at Muzan, his eyes raking over his body, "It's almost cute as it is pathetic."

Muzan shudders at Sukuna's touch, he can't help but feel his face heat up as his fingers slid down his body. he tries to steady his breath, his exhales fogging up with the cold weather. he bites his lip, he can't believe what he's thinking right now. he just met Sukuna for God's sake.

"st—stop that." he says, though his voice fails him, weak, cracking with some type of nervousness. he can feel his pride get consumed with embarrassment as he realizes his stuttering voice.

Sukuna grins at his reaction, absolutely loving the sound of his stuttering voice.

Muzan stays quiet, he can't think of a come back. he let's out a held-back grunt through his gritted teeth at the graze of skin against skin, his sharp canines digging into the slightly dry skin of his lower lip. he squeezes his eyes shut, his eyebrows furrowing into his forehead. he tries to move his hands, but to no avail.

Perfect. That's what he wanted.

he let's go of his pride, his hands give up trying to escape, twitching with the want to touch also. he's still in disbelief at the fact he's letting Sukuna do this to him, though his mind is still fogged up with desire for any rational thought.

He continued to suck on his skin, trailing hickeys along his neck. He eventually found a particularly sensitive spot in the crook of his neck. He sealed his lips around it, sucking hard.

he can't move his hands nor body to pull away—not like he would— and it sends more arousal down his spine. a little part of him likes being trapped for some unholy reason, and hell it's electric, the way he's not in control for once.

Sukuna chuckles as Muzan's neck heals the marks he had just made, "Damn, you're really going to make me mark you up again, you desperate little thing?"

He gives a sharp nip to his earlobe before leaning in to whisper in his ear in a husky voice, "Not that it matters anyway... I'll keep going again and again until I'm satisfied..."

he turns his head to side so his face doesn't get any splinters. his face grows redder as he feels Sukuna grinding up against him, and he can't help but feel more aroused. he gazes up at Sukuna through his peripheral vision, cold sweat dripping down his face. though he doesn't fight it. his hips deliberately shift backwards, meeting his with a desperate hunger—completely and purely lust.

Muzan's body freezes as he senses the second buldge in Sukuna's pants. what do you mean this bastard has two dicks? his breath catches in his throat, and he can't breath for a solid few seconds as the realizes the size of just one of them. he tries to calm himself down, taking a deep breath before saying; "when did I say you can have me?" he says, defiance in his voice, though his body language says the complete opposite.

Sukuna grins wider at Muzan's response. His hands tighten their grip on his hips in a show of possession.

"You didn't have to. I already knew I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And I always get what I want..." he whispered lowly in his ear as he loomed over him.

(and damn Sukuna.. love at first sight ahh🫡🫡)

Muzan flinches at the feeling of sharp teeth digging into his skin, a gasp escaping his lips. his gaze follows the ripped fabric as it drifts down to the ground, resting on the snow. the cold hits his bare skin with a bite. he shivers—because of the cold and the the way Sukuna's chest presses against his back.

(And it's more like twisted desire than love lmao)

Sukuna smirks as he hears the click of Muzan's belt. He could see his resistance crumbling like paper, and that thrilled him. His third hand travels down Muzan's abdomen to slip inside his pants.

"Already so hard, and I've barely even touched you," he teases in a low voice as his hand grasps his c*ck. He swipes his fist up before rubbing the tip with his thumb, feeling the weeping slit, "Admit it. You want this just as much as I do."

His other hands continue to play with his nipples, twisting and pinching the buds. They form hard peaks with their tips leaking prec*m. He continues to grind his hips steadily against Muzan's ass; his bulge rubbing against his cheeks through the fabric of their clothes.

(oh yeah, do you mind if I don't censor my words? cause I see you censoring yours and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.)

Muzan's face impossibly grows redder at those words, and he flinches as he feels Sukuna's hand snake around his erection. he feels a surge of electricity go through him, his body trembling with barely controlled desire, his hands almost dropping the belt in his hands. he feels a bit hesitant, but his hips shift backwards to meet Sukuna's, deliberately rubbing against the other man's cock, feeling it through the thin cloth of their pants.

Sukuna grins at the eager reaction he gets out of Muzan's body. He loved how he was responding to him. The flush of his cheeks and the way he tried to stifle his moans only served to spur Sukuna on more. It was almost amusing as it was entertaining.

He redoubled his efforts, determined to draw more noise from Muzan's lips. He wanted to bring him to the point where he couldn't contain himself. He stroked him harder and more insistently; his hand sliding up and down his cock. He squeezed it a few times, trying to draw more reactions from Muzan.

(also is Muzan still wearing his hat through all this)

another surge of electricity spikes through Muzan, and his legs almost give out. he would've fell if it weren't for Sukuna's arms around him. he shifts and his face lands on his forearm, his lips parting to bare his fangs. he deliberately bites into his own arm to silence himself, his teeth locking into the regenerating flesh. though his attempt is futile, noises spilling through the cracks of his lips. blood stains his teeth, dripping onto the snow below.

he breaks a sweat, a drop dripping down his chin and to the snow that's already red.

(that shit Gon be extra white a few minutes later💔✌✌)

his cock twitches in Sukuna's grasp and it's throbbing for a need of release, he grinds himself backwards into Sukuna, a clear request to get railed. he needs to be fucked. he needs Sukuna inside him. he needs those two cocks.

(And don't worry about being late I understand being busy and all that it's no problem!)

Sukuna grins in satisfaction as Muzan grinds back against him; his hips moving backwards to meet his own. His grip on his hips tightens in response as he pulls him closer; his cocks pressed further into his ass.

"Finally giving in, are you?" He teases with a low hum in his ear as he leans over him. His fourth hand wraps around his neck; two fingers rest underneath his jaw as he tilts his head up, forcing his mouth away from his arm.

"Quit trying to hide from me. I want to hear those pretty sounds."

(the poor hat😔✌✌ I'm giving it a mention)

Muzan's fangs get ripped out of his flesh, blood seeping out of the freshly reopened wound, though it heals within milliseconds. a low, long moan rips from his throat with Sukuna's hand on his cock, his mouth open wide for sounds to freely escape from. his head gets forced back against Sukuna's chest, his Fedora squeezing between the two bodies.

God, he's starting to get impatient. one of his hands go to the wrist of the hand on his hips, his grip tightening as a request to take this 'further'. he grinds his ass into the shape of Sukuna's dicks, his gaze locking with his.

"Kuhuhuhu... I see how it is. You want more, do you? How desperate of you," he teases through a low chuckle, smirking at Muzan's eagerness.

His hands make quick work of his pants. They fell to the snow forgotten around Muzan's feet. Sukuna's eyes darken at the sight of the pale perfection of the demon king's ass. Those plump globes were practically begging to be ruined.

He swiftly removed his own pants as well. He shoved them to the ground as his two large cocks jutted out. The first slapped heavily against his abdomen as the second made contact with the previous one. They were thick and lengthy with throbbing veins running down the sides and bulbous heads. A small groan escaped past Sukuna's lips at the feeling of his appendages being freed.

Muzan flinches at the feeling of the hard, large appendages against the small of his back, the cold air hitting the skin causing his body to shudder. he grunts as Sukuna's hands grip the fat spheres of ass he was apparently blessed with, Sukuna's sharp nails digging into the soft flesh. his gaze is forced to the dark night sky with the other man's grip on his neck, the two fingers holding up his jaw. his hands tighten the fists they form, the veins on his hands becoming more prominent.

he hates how he's acting right now, the way he's suddenly so submissive, it scares him—the fact that he doesn't have control for just this one night, that he's surrendering to someone— cause he's supposed to be the dominant one, the leader.

Sukuna could practically read the conflict occurring within Muzan. He could feel it in the way his body tensed once those darkly whispered words reached his ears. It was delicious. He was slowly cracking through that carefully crafted composure to get to the man beneath. And he reveled in that fact.

He brought his free hand to his lips and gently licked the tip of his index finger. It traveled down to Muzan's ass where he used the hands palming his cheeks to spread them apart. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of his hole. It was a bright pink with the rim swollen with arousal. He saw the way it clenched for him as the cool winter air brushed over it. It was tiny too. He couldn't wait to push it to its limits and beyond.

He rubbed the tip of his index finger along the sensitive rim. It covered it in saliva that acted as a slick lubrication. He pressed the tip above his entrance before finally pushing it inside. He felt satisfaction and arousal as its walls clung to his finger, clenching around him.

Muzuan whines at the intrusion, the feeling of having something inside of him—except blades— all too new for him. his jaw tightens, and he bites the inside of his cheek. his eyes close shut as he tries to take his mind off the sensation, failing miserably. he squirms at Sukuna's words, flinching against the tree as he tries to adjust with the finger—it's thick, probably double in size of one of his.

he doesn't bother to respond, too busy tryna get used to this, knowing he'll get a much bigger, thicker appendage shoved up his ass. (unhinged as fuck🥹)

(Also it's fine I am too lol)

Sukuna grinned deviously at the whining moan that fell from Muzan's lips. The sound was so deliciously pathetic. So erotic. He wanted to force out more of those sounds.

a moan gets punched out of Muzan's throat as he feels another finger enter him, and he shudders as it strokes against his prostate. his face contorts into a snarl at Sukuna's words, impatience lacing his nerves. he shoves himself backwards onto Sukuna's hand with more force than necessary, a whimper spewing out his lips.

Sukuna lets out an amused laugh at Muzan's growing impatience and eagerness. He loved watching him desperately hump himself on his fingers. It was as if he was trying to take his entire fist in.

"Desperate, aren't you?" He teases with a mocking chuckle, "Fine, I'll give you what you need. I've grown rather pent up watching you squirm and moan beneath me..."

He pulls his fingers out abruptly with a sharp tug, giving Muzan a feeling of sudden emptiness. Not shortly after, however, he pushes his body further into the tree with two hands gripping the flesh of his hips. He angles them towards his own as he positions the tip of his secondary cock at his hole.

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Rules: when you get this, make a new post, list 5 of your favorite songs, publish, and tag some of your favorite mutuals!

1. Vodka Cranberry - Conan Gray

2. Goddess - Laufey

3. All I Did Was Dream of You - beabadoobee, the Marias

4. Your Best American Girl - Mitski

5. Moths - Conan Gray

now for my moots!

Small Town Joan of Arc - Del Water Gap

Lavender Girl - Caamp

Number One Fan - Muna

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Unknown - Hozier

literally every epic the musical song

lemon boy - Cavetown

disco! In the panic room - Bug Hunter

Dancin’ - CG5

@ace-an-spades25 @ghostboy479 @austinluckful @theshadowyalchemist

Legendary - EPIC the Musical (yes I'm biased)

Senses - MICO (and now you know how!)

Castaway - 5 Seconds of Summer

Winner - Kyle Alessandro

Let's Fall in Love For the Night - FINNEAS

I love that all but one fit a very very specific theme and person but oh well that's what happens when you're a bum like me <3

Tagging: @spiral-creature @ineffablexsuitcase @anonymousdarkfigure @skephknap @justaqueerographer

oh god hrmm

king for a day - pierce the veil

all you can hope for now are the scars to show for it!!! - STOMACH BOOK

WTFG! - ISSIBROKIE

PEACESIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - black dresses

secondopt - theres this girl

I SWEAR TO GOD THIS LAST SONG IS SO FUCKIN GOOD PLS PLS PLS LISTEN TO ITTTT

anywhooo tagz :P - @thecipherfan @uranusandsolarshow @ang3ls-666 @stophatecrimingme @evilyn-is-gay @ialwayscomeback-somerabitsaid @lunobelle @shadowdragon2341 @weirdcoregal35 @earthieibispaint @lolipopzies @cloudstrike493

Thankyou so much for the tag!

Stay soft -mitski

Frances forever -mitski

My diorama -stomach book

Nothing special -stomach book

Trees -mcCafferty

I very heavily recommend all of these songs they're so good! If you don't mind sweating or hyper pop or mitski as a whole (who doesn't like mitski tho??)

5 of your favorite songs, publish, and tag some of your favorite mutuals!

1. Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

2. What I Want - ME!!! MIMI WISDOM!!!!

3. Wrong Side Out - CG5 (yes i listen to him but it's peak)

4. Control - Carly Mofenson

5. Goodbye Declaration - chinozo

Stairway to heavenly - Mitsu_Akuma

Cinder girl - Mitsu_Akuma

Mune-aki - Seranji Poji

Hoshinusumi - Chinoi Momone

party at club bug! - spellcasti

Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez (I love all her songs but this one I really relate to)

Blow My Brains Out by Tikkle Me

Girls in Bikinis by Poppy

I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry

Born This Way by Lady Gaga

(You can see my gayness in the last three 🙃)

1. boys beware - Mad Tsai

2. Mad Woman - Laufey

3. first love/late spring - Mitski

4. bubble gum - Clairo (this song is basically my current love life situation😔😔)

Rules: when you get this, make a new post, list 5 of your favorite songs, publish, and tag some of your favorite mutuals!

1. Vodka Cranberry - Conan Gray

2. Goddess - Laufey

3. All I Did Was Dream of You - beabadoobee, the Marias

4. Your Best American Girl - Mitski

5. Moths - Conan Gray

now for my moots!

Small Town Joan of Arc - Del Water Gap

Lavender Girl - Caamp

Number One Fan - Muna

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Unknown - Hozier

literally every epic the musical song

lemon boy - Cavetown

disco! In the panic room - Bug Hunter

Dancin’ - CG5

@ace-an-spades25 @ghostboy479 @austinluckful @theshadowyalchemist

Legendary - EPIC the Musical (yes I'm biased)

Senses - MICO (and now you know how!)

Castaway - 5 Seconds of Summer

Winner - Kyle Alessandro

Let's Fall in Love For the Night - FINNEAS

I love that all but one fit a very very specific theme and person but oh well that's what happens when you're a bum like me <3

Tagging: @spiral-creature @ineffablexsuitcase @anonymousdarkfigure @skephknap @justaqueerographer

oh god hrmm

king for a day - pierce the veil

all you can hope for now are the scars to show for it!!! - STOMACH BOOK

WTFG! - ISSIBROKIE

PEACESIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - black dresses

secondopt - theres this girl

I SWEAR TO GOD THIS LAST SONG IS SO FUCKIN GOOD PLS PLS PLS LISTEN TO ITTTT

anywhooo tagz :P - @thecipherfan @uranusandsolarshow @ang3ls-666 @stophatecrimingme @evilyn-is-gay @ialwayscomeback-somerabitsaid @lunobelle @shadowdragon2341 @weirdcoregal35 @earthieibispaint @lolipopzies @cloudstrike493

Thankyou so much for the tag!

Stay soft -mitski

Frances forever -mitski

My diorama -stomach book

Nothing special -stomach book

Trees -mcCafferty

I very heavily recommend all of these songs they're so good! If you don't mind sweating or hyper pop or mitski as a whole (who doesn't like mitski tho??)

5 of your favorite songs, publish, and tag some of your favorite mutuals!

1. Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

2. What I Want - ME!!! MIMI WISDOM!!!!

3. Wrong Side Out - CG5 (yes i listen to him but it's peak)

4. Control - Carly Mofenson

5. Goodbye Declaration - chinozo

Stairway to heavenly - Mitsu_Akuma

Cinder girl - Mitsu_Akuma

Mune-aki - Seranji Poji

Hoshinusumi - Chinoi Momone

party at club bug! - spellcasti

Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez (I love all her songs but this one I really relate to)

Blow My Brains Out by Tikkle Me

Girls in Bikinis by Poppy

I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry

Born This Way by Lady Gaga

(You can see my gayness in the last three 🙃)