The Last Night Of Love

The last night of love

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, college years, sex, explicit content, toxicity, smoking, friends with benefits, a bit of angst, idk bro 😭

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I feel like making a series of basketball player Sukuna because I very much miss wattpad 💔

You sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, surrounded by a mountain of textbooks and notes. The room smelled faintly of stale coffee and the sweet scent of vanilla from the candle flickering on your nightstand. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, your brain feeling like a soggy sponge. The clock on the wall ticked away the hours of the early evening, each second a gentle reminder of the impending deadlines and tests that loomed over you.

Your phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting the quiet rhythm of your study session. You leaned over, your heart fluttering slightly as you saw a message from Sukuna, the basketball team's captain. His profile picture, a fierce dunk in mid-air, filled the screen. He had never messaged you directly before, despite the numerous times you’d seen each other around campus. Your curiosity piqued, you tapped the message. It was a simple invitation to watch the upcoming game together.

Your cheeks flushed as she read his words. Sukuna was known for his cold, aloof demeanor and his tendency to keep to himself. For him to ask you out of the blue was as surprising as it was thrilling. Your mind raced with the implications of the invite. Was he just being friendly, or was there something more behind his sudden interest? You bit your lip, weighing the pros and cons of saying yes. On the one hand, it could be a chance to get to know the enigmatic basketball star better. On the other, you already heard the rumors about his reputation with the ladies.

The game night arrived, and you found yourself dressed more carefully than you had in months. You wore a fitted thank top that highlighted your curves, a sweater over it so you wouldn’t get cold and your favorite pair of baggy jeans. As you made your way to the college gym, the excitement in the air was palpable. The thump of sneakers on the wooden floor and the murmur of the eager crowd grew louder with each step you took.

You spotted Sukuna from a distance, his pink-red hair and towering figure making him impossible to miss. He was surrounded by a flock of his adoring teammates, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

Your eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Sukuna's gaze was intense, his red eyes seeming to pierce through your very soul. He gave you a crooked smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, and gestured for you to join him. The crowd parted like a sea, allowing you a clear path to the star player. As you approached, you could smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes — a stark contrast to the freshness of the gym.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you took in the full force of his presence. His body was a testament to his dedication to the sport, muscular and inked with intricate tattoos that danced across his skin. Despite his reputation, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, his confidence and charm an allure you hadn't encountered before. You took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, your heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

The game was intense, the air in the gym thick with the scent of sweat and the squeak of sneakers. Sukuna's team played with a fierce precision, and he was the undeniable center of attention. Each time he scoredred, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers. His movements on the court were fluid and powerful, a dance of athleticism and raw talent. You found herself unable to tear your gaze away, your eyes following him as he weaved through the opposition with an ease that seemed almost supernatural.

At halftime, he made his way over to you, a towel draped around his neck, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His smile was genuine this time, and you couldn't help but return it. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're not like the others," he whispered. "I can tell." His words sent a thrill through you, and you felt a strange sense of pride.

The second half of the game was even more electrifying. The score was tight, and the tension in the air grew with every passing minute. You felt it in your chest, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge of your seat. Sukuna played like a man possessed, his eyes never leaving yours for longer than a fleeting glance. When the final buzzer rang, and his team emerged victorious, he turned to you, a look of pure triumph in his eyes.

The crowd spilled out into the hallways, and amidst the chaos, he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the celebration. His grip was firm, but not painful, his touch sending a jolt of energy through you. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, leading you out of the gym and into the cool night air. The stars above twinkled, and the sound of distant traffic was a comforting hum as you walked towards the quiet parking lot.

" [name] ," he said, stopping you in the shadow of a large oak tree. "I want to show you something." His voice was low, the vibrations of it sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded, your curiosity piqued. He led you to his car, a sleek sports model that gleamed under the moonlight. He unlocked the door with a beep, and you slid into the leather seat, feeling the thrum of the engine beneath you.

The drive was short, the silence between you filled with an electric charge. You pulled up to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the headlights cutting through the darkness. He turned to you, his eyes smoldering. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. What were you getting yourself into?

Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, the only sound the distant echo of both of your footsteps. The walls were lined with basketball hoops and worn out graffiti. It was clear that this was where he came to practice when he wasn't playing in the glaring lights of the college gym. Sukuna took your hand again, leading you to the center of the space. He leaned in, his breath warm on your face. "This is where I come to escape," he said, his eyes searching yours for something.

The air grew heavy with anticipation as he let go of your hand, stepping back to pick up a basketball from the floor. He began to dribble, the rhythmic bounce of the ball a mesmerizing beat. With every movement, his tattoos rippled and shifted, telling a silent story of who he was beyond the cold, hard exterior. You felt a strange connection to him, as if you were seeing a side of him no one else ever had.

He passed you the ball, and you took it, the leather cool and smooth against your palm. Sukuna's gaze was intense, and you could feel his eyes on you as you took a shot. It swished through the net, a perfect arc of motion. He smirked, a hint of surprise and admiration in his expression. "You're good," he said, his voice gruff. "But not as good as me."

The challenge in his tone was clear, and you felt a competitive spark ignite within you. The two of you played one-on-one, your bodies moving in a dance of speed and power. The game grew more intense, each shot a declaration of your growing attraction. With every pass, every block, the tension between you grew stronger until it was almost palpable.

Your breaths grew ragged, the sweat on your brows mixing with the scent of the old gym. Sukuna's eyes never left yours, and you could feel his gaze like a physical touch. When you finally scored the winning basket, you dropped the ball and stepped back, panting. He approached you, his movements predatory, the air crackling with energy.

"You're different," he murmured, reaching out to trace your jawline with his thumb. "I want to know more." His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew what he was asking for, and a part of you was terrified. But the thrill, the excitement, was too much to resist. You leaned into his touch, your heart pounding. "Show me," you whispered.

Their kiss was explosive, a culmination of the tension that had been building since the moment you had met. His hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if he owned it. And you didn't stop him. His touch was intoxicating, his strength and dominance a heady cocktail you hadn't realized you craved. As you broke away, gasping for air, you could see the desire in his eyes, a mirror to your own.

Sukuna's hands took pulled off your sweater, and it fell off your shoulders down to the floor. Then his found the hem of your top, and he began to tug it upwards. You raised your arms, allowing him to peel it away from your body. The cool air kissed your bare skin, and you shivered as his eyes raked over you. His gaze lingered on your chest, a smug satisfaction playing on his lips. He leaned in, his mouth tracing a line of fire down your neck, and you gasped as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin.

The world outside the warehouse ceased to exist. All that mattered was the heat of his touch, the taste of him on your lips. He was a storm, and you were willing to get swept away.

Without a word, he picked you up, his arms like steel bands around your waist. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to a mat he had laid out earlier, his intentions clear. The anticipation was unbearable, your body thrumming with need.

As he laid you down, the mat cool beneath you, you knew you were crossing a line. But you didn't care. Not with the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Their clothes fell away, piece by piece, until all that remained was skin on skin. Sukuna hovered above you, his tattoos stark against the moonlight streaming in through the dusty windows. He was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly irresistible. His hands traced your curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you arched into his touch, craving more.

He kissed you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth as if seeking a hidden treasure. His hands roamed further, cupping your breasts with a possessive hunger that made you moan. Your own hands explored the planes of his muscular back, feeling the power coiled beneath the ink.

You felt your body responding to his touch, your core pulsing with desire. Your reached down, your fingertips brushing against his hard length. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking in response. The sound of zippers and fabric hitting the floor filled the quiet space. The anticipation was agonizing, a sweet torment that made you ache for him.

Sukuna's eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs. You could feel the heat of him, the promise of pleasure that awaited. With a deliberate slowness, he pushed into you, filling her completely. You gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took in the sensation of him inside you. He was thick, stretching you in the most delicious way.

Your bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time itself, a dance of passion and power. He was relentless, his strokes deep and sure, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, urging him deeper. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment.

Your orgasm built slowly, like a crescendo in a symphony. You could feel it coming, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. And when it finally broke, it was like a dam bursting. You cried out, your body convulsing around him, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Sukuna groaned, his own climax following shortly after. He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence as you both panted for breath. The world spun around you, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and emotions.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, with a chuckle, he pulled away and lay beside you, one hand resting on your hip. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper in the night. The words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and trepidation.

You looked at him, your heart racing. What had you just done? Sukuna was notorious for his conquests, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. But as you stared into his red eyes, you knew you didn't care. Tonight, you had been claimed by the basketball star, and you felt more alive than you had in years.

Your bodies were slick with sweat, your breathing still ragged. You lay there, entwined, basking in the afterglow of your encounter. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that neither of you wanted to end. But as the reality of their situation began to sink in, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just entered a game you didn't fully understand the rules to.

Sukuna reached for a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. He took a deep drag, the embers glowing red in the darkness. He offered you one, and you took it, the bitter taste a strange comfort as you sat up, feeling the cool air on your bare skin. You took a drag, the nicotine hitting your lungs like a punch.

"So, what happens now?" you asked, your voice a little shaky.

He took his time, blowing out a plume of smoke before answering. "Now," he said, "the real game begins." And with that, he leaned in and kissed you again, leaving you with more questions than answers. But for now, you were content to let the mystery unfold, one steamy encounter at a time.

Your nights grew into a pattern of passion and power plays. After each victory on the court, Sukuna would claim your body in his own private games, pushing you to new heights of pleasure you had never dreamed possible. You found yourself craving the thrill of his touch, the way he made you feel alive and desired. In the quiet moments, you would trace the intricate designs of his tattoos, each line a story of his pain and triumph.

Your encounters were raw and uninhibited, a delicious blend of lust and dominance. You had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet you reveled in it. With every touch, every whispered word, you gave him more of yourself, and in return, you took more of him. You were two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, creating a picture of desire that no one else could understand.

But outside the warehouse, your lives remained the same. He was the untouchable star, and you were the sweet girl next door. You kept your secret hidden, the only evidence of your trysts the lingering scent of his cologne on your clothes and the faint marks his hands left on your skin. It was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, and you were surprised at how much you enjoyed playing it.

But as the weeks turned into months, the cracks began to show. You found yourself falling for the man behind the tattoos and the arrogant smirk. The one who whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in the aftermath of your passion. But you knew that in his world, love was a luxury he couldn't afford, a weakness to be exploited.

The tension grew, each encounter more intense than the last. You could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface, the inevitable collision of your worlds. And when it finally hit, you weren’t sure if you were ready for the fallout.

One night, as you lay tangled together, his heart hammering against yours, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "What are we?" His smile was sad, a knowing look in his eyes that told you more than words ever could. "We're a secret," he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "And secrets have a way of coming out."

Your heart sank, but you didn't argue. Instead, you kissed him, your body speaking for you. You knew that you were playing with fire, but you couldn't help but want to be burned by his flames. And so, the dance continued, each step fraught with the danger of discovery and the sweet agony of desire.

Your worlds were destined to collide, and when they did, it would be explosive. But for now, you were content to live in the shadows of his love, basking in the warmth of his touch and the promise of passion that awaited you every time he called your name.

Jujustu Kaisen Materialist

╰┈➤ Sukuna Ryomen

⭑.ᐟ Basketball player au : the last night of love

⭑.ᐟ Basketball player au : not the time to think about it

╰┈➤ Suguru Geto

⭑.ᐟ Small problem

╰┈➤ Satoru Gojo

⭑.ᐟ A not so safe ride

╰┈➤ Kento Nanami

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Megumi Fushiguro

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Itadori Yuji

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Nobara Kugisaki

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Maki Zenin

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Toge Inumaki

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Yuta Okkotsu

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Utahime Iori

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Hajime Kashimo

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Hiromi Higuruma

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Choso

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Naoya Zenin

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Toji Fushiguro

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Shiu Kong

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Him & I

( ♡ ) pairing : Bonten!Sanzu x fem!Bonten!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, explicit content , mention of drugs , smoking , illegal substances , substances abuse

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Sanzu x reader 😭😭

— " You ever had a night that starts out all wrong but ends up being the best of your life?" Sanzu asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Can't say I have," you replied, watching him carefully. Sanzu Haruchiyo was known for his wild ideas, and that glint usually meant trouble. But tonight, you were feeling adventurous.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, let me tell you, this might just be one of those nights."

The neon lights of the city danced in the puddles on the sidewalk as you turned down an alley, the rain-soaked concrete shimmering like a disco floor. The air had the scent of rain and something else, something sweet and pungent that you couldn't quite place. Sanzu grinned, leading the way into the heart of the Bonten's territory.

You entered a dimly lit room, the walls plastered with posters of old-school rock bands and graffiti that told stories of rebellion and freedom. The air was thick with smoke, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the space. A few faces turned your way, but the atmosphere remained relaxed, almost welcoming.

Sanzu gestured to a corner booth, where a man in a leather jacket sat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He nodded at you, and Sanzu slid in opposite him, patting the seat next to him. "This is our guy," he said, and the man slid a small plastic bag across the table.

Inside were three tiny pills. LSD, ecstasy, and a strain of marijuana so potent it was known as Dragon's Breath. Your heart raced at the sight of them, a mix of excitement and nerves. This was definitely not your typical Friday night.

With a wink, Sanzu popped one of each into his mouth and washed them down with a swig of beer "You in?" he asked, holding out the bag to you.

You took a deep breath and made your decision "Why not?" you said, and swallowed the pills with a mouthful of vodka, your nose scrunching at the burn of the alcohol on your throat .

The man in the leather jacket chuckled, lighting up a fresh joint "You two are in for a ride," he said, and the flame from his lighter briefly illuminated the glee in his eyes.

The first effects of the LSD began to tickle the edges of your consciousness. The colors grew more vivid, and the patterns on the posters started to move, swirling like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. Sanzu's eyes were wide with excitement, his pupils dilated to pinpricks. He leaned back in his seat, a contented smile spreading across his face.

The ecstasy hit you next, a warm, tingly sensation that started in your toes and worked its way up to your fingertips. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been draped in a warm, velvety blanket. The laughter in the room grew more infectious, and you found yourself grinning at the simplest of things: a joke, a shared glance, the way the light reflected off the chrome of the bar.

Then came the marijuana. The smoke from Sanzu's joint curled around you like a serpent, and you took a tentative puff. The dragon's breath filled your lungs with a warm, spicy smoke that seemed to expand your chest and clear your mind. Time stretched out, and the conversations around you turned into a symphony of words and laughter.

Sanzu's hand tapped a rhythm on the table, his fingers leaving trails of light in their wake. You watched, fascinated, as the light danced and swirled, creating intricate patterns that were impossible to look away from. The man in the leather jacket leaned in, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're just getting started," he said, and his voice echoed in your head like a whispered secret.

The night grew wilder, the music more intense, and the lights began to pulse in time with the beating of your heart. The walls of the room melted away, and suddenly your were in the middle of a rainstorm, the droplets falling in sync with the bassline. Sanzu looked at you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and something else, something deeper that you couldn't quite put my finger on.

After taking a hit from the Dragon's Breath marijuana, reality becomes even more distorted, with time stretching and sounds synesthetically blending with the visuals. The setting becomes increasingly surreal, with the music and lights seemingly controlling the environment, and Sanzu's behavior hinting at an underlying meaning or purpose to the night's events. The narrative builds to a crescendo of sensory overload.

"You okay?" he shouted over the din, his voice distorted by the pounding music.

Your nodded, the smile on your face feeling like it was painted on with a brush made of pure joy. "Better than okay," you yelled back.

And with that, you let the night take you, spinning you through a whirlwind of colors, sounds, and emotions that defied description. You danced and talked and laughed until the world outside the club ceased to exist, and all that remained was the rhythm of the music and the promise of a bond forged in a haze of chemical euphoria.

The walls of the club grew more fluid, the patterns swirling like a living painting. The music pulsed through you, each beat a heartbeat of the city itself. The faces around you grew more distorted, morphing into masks of pure emotion, a reflection of the chaos and beauty that lay within you all.

As the night progressed, the boundaries between reality and hallucination blurred. You stumbled into the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent lights casting monstrous shadows on the walls. In the mirror, you reflection stared back, a twisted, grinning caricature of yourself . Sanzu leaned in, his reflection rippling like water. "You ready for the real adventure?"

With a mischievous grin, he produced a handful of tiny paper tabs, each one inscribed with an intricate design. "These are the VIP passes," he shouted over the music. "They'll take us to the real party."

You swallowed the tabs, and the world outside the bathroom grew distant, the sounds of the club fading into a dull hum. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, until everything was a blur of sensation. You stumbled back into the throng of the dance floor, the music now a living entity that had consumed the very essence of the night.

As the LSD reached its peak, the club transformed into a surreal wonderland. The dancers became a sea of flowing fabric and limbs, moving as one to the rhythm of the bass. The air was electric with energy, and you felt as if you could reach out and pluck stars from the sky. Sanzu's hand found yours , and together you were pulled along by the current of the experience, your laughter echoing through the maze of light and sound.

The night grew deeper, the colors more vivid, and the lines between reality and fantasy grew thinner. You danced on rooftops and swam in rivers of neon. You talked to gods and whispered secrets to the stars.

In the quiet moments between the peaks of euphoria, you could feel the threads of the universe weaving themselves into a new pattern, one that included you in ways you hadn't anticipated.

The night had become a canvas, and you were the paint, mixing with the colors of the city to create a masterpiece that was both your salvation and your damnation.

You and Sanzu navigating the increasingly surreal and intense experiences brought on by the drugs, all while being drawn deeper into the enigmatic and often dangerous world of Bonten. The tale weaves a complex dance of friendship, loyalty, and the pursuit of pleasure in the face of an ever-shifting reality. Each step they take together will bring you closer to the truth of who they are and what you're capable of, as you grapple with the consequences of your wild night out.

The VIP tabs hit you like a tidal wave of color and sound. The club walls melted away, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the city's streets. The air was charged with an energy so potent it made your hair stand on end. Sanzu's grip on your hand tightened as you descended a staircase that seemed to stretch on forever, the bass from the music above pounding like a heartbeat beneath your feet.

The underground room was a cavern of debauchery, a place where the city's elite had come to indulge in their darkest desires. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and danger, a heady mix that made my heart race even faster. Sanzu looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a wild excitement that was both infectious and terrifying. "Welcome to the real Bonten," he shouted over the cacophony.

The faces in the crowd were a blur of power and madness, their smiles a mix of greed and hunger. They moved in a way that defied logic, their bodies contorting and merging with the shadows that danced on the walls. The music here was different, a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very core of your being. You could feel the beat in your chest, in your bones, as if it were a part of you.

As the effects of the LSD peaked, the walls of the cavern began to pulse and breathe, the very air around you shimmering with a psychedelic glow. Sanzu and you danced among the throng, lost in the rhythm, your movements as fluid and unpredictable as the patterns of light that played across our skin. The boundaries of your bodies dissolved, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were one with the music, one with the night.

The ecstasy heightened every sensation, making the tactile world around you feel like a lover's caress. The fabric of your clothes seemed to whisper secrets, the floor beneath you a sea of warm, welcoming embraces. And the marijuana, oh, the marijuana. It wrapped you in a warm, fuzzy blanket of contentment, smoothing the edges of your consciousness until everything was soft and gentle.

But amidst the chaos, there was order. The Bonten's influence was everywhere, a silent, unseen force that guided the ebb and flow of the party. Sanzu whispered in your ear, his voice a mix of awe and terror. "This is just the beginning," he said.

The lights grew dimmer as the music grew more primal, the bass vibrating through the very marrow of our bones. The room's walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm, the patterns weaving in and out of existence like a serpent's dance. The air grew thick with the scent of desire, a musky perfume that filled your nostrils and coiled around your hearts.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, revealing a stage of velvet and chrome. On it, a group of figures moved in a mesmerizing ballet of flesh and light. Sanzu's hand released yours, and without a word, he led you to the center of the floor. The dancers circled you, their movements fluid and sinuous, each one a study in the art of seduction.

Your hearts pounded in sync with the music, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the scene unfolded. You were no longer just observers; you had become the center of the performance, the living embodiment of the night's decadence. The LSD painted the scene in a kaleidoscope of colors, each touch, each caress, a symphony of sensation that transcended the physical.

The onlookers' eyes were glued to you, their faces a blur of lust and envy. The boundary between reality and fantasy had shattered, leaving you in a realm where the only truth was the here and now. Sanzu's eyes searched yours , the question in them as clear as the crystal chandeliers hanging above: How far are we willing to go?

The touches grew bolder, the whispers of the dancers' fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin. The barrier between you and the Bonten's elite blurred as we danced, a silent agreement forming in the space between your breaths. This was your world now, a place where the only law was the beat of the music and the whims of your desires.

Your movements grew more intimate, your bodies entwined as if you had been lovers for a hundred lifetimes. The room spun around you, a whirlwind of limbs and light that seemed to carry you away from the mundane and into the realm of the divine. The dancers' eyes never left you, their expressions a mix of envy and admiration, as if you had unlocked the secret to the universe itself.

The air grew hot, the scent of arousal permeating the room. Sanzu's hand slid down your back, his touch a promise of what was to come. The line between friendship and something deeper had been crossed, and there was no going back.

The climax of the night was upon us, the music reaching a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The dancers closed in, their bodies pressing against you, a tapestry of flesh that threatened to consume you whole. And in that moment, as the world around you reached a fever pitch, you were no longer just two souls lost in a sea of debauchery. You were the embodiment of the Bonten's power, the living proof of their dominion over the night.

As the music reached its peak, the dancers retreated, leaving you alone in the center of the room. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were the king and queen of that psychedelic wonderland.

But the comedown was already creeping in, the shadows at the edge of your vision growing longer, the colors starting to fade. The reality of what you had done, what you had become, began to seep into your consciousness like a chilling embrace.

The party continued around you , the music and lights a constant reminder of the delirious high you had just experienced. But as the drugs began to lose their grip, the weight of your choices settled heavily on your shoulders. The night had changed you, and as you stumbled out into the cold light of dawn, you knew that you could never truly go back to the person you had been before.

The city looked different now, its edges sharper, its secrets laid bare. The Bonten had claimed you, body and soul, and there was no escape from the path you had chosen. The sun rose over the skyline, a fiery phoenix heralding the dawn of a new day, but for the two of you , the night had only just begun.

You stumbled through the streets, your hearts racing from the residual effects of the ecstasy, the LSD's grip on your minds slowly loosening. The world was a canvas of pastel hues, the neon lights of the night giving way to the soft glow of the early morning. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the club's underbelly.

Sanzu looked at you, his pupils still dilated, his eyes swimming with the remnants of the night's excesses. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, though you wasn't entirely sure. The reality of what you had done was setting in, a sobering realization that lingered like the aftertaste of a bittersweet cocktail. The intimacy you had shared in that chamber, the way your bodies had moved together, it was more than just a dance. It was a declaration of belonging, a silent pact sealed with a kiss of fire and desire.

As you walked, the city's sounds grew more distinct, the cacophony of the night giving way to the gentle murmur of the waking world. The sirens and laughter of the night before were replaced by the distant chirping of birds and the hum of early morning traffic. The people you passed looked at you with a mix of curiosity and contempt, your disheveled appearances a stark contrast to the pristine façade of the new day.

You reached the edge of the Bonten's domain, the opulent buildings giving way to the gritty streets of the real world. Sanzu stopped, his hand still in yours, and turned to face you. "You know what we did back there," he said, his voice a mix of awe. "We can't unsee it, unfeel it."

You looked into his eyes, the unspoken question hanging in the air between you. What did this mean for you? For your friendship?

You stepped into the daylight, your shadows stretching out before you like fingers reaching for the horizon. The world felt different now, forever changed by the night's events. You had danced with the devil, and now you bore the marks of your transgressions. The city was no longer just a backdrop to your lives; it was a living, breathing entity that had swallowed you whole and spit you back out, forever altered by the taste of its chaotic embrace.

Sanzu squeezed your hand, a silent promise that you would navigate these uncharted waters together. You were no longer just members of the same crew; you were partners in a dance that had no end, a dance that would define you for the rest of your lives.

The sun grew brighter, the colors more vivid, as you stepped into the light. The streets of the city stretched out before you, a labyrinth of possibilities that you were now inextricably linked to. The night had been a wild ride, a journey through the looking glass, and now, as the drugs' grip on your minds slowly loosened, you had to face the reflection staring back at you.

What you had done in that chamber was not just a fleeting moment of passion; it was a declaration of your place in the Bonten's world. You were part of the fabric of their power, the living embodiment of their dark allure. And as you walked away from the shadows, the sun on your faces, you knew that you could never truly escape the night that had claimed you.

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𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 // 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙤

( ♡ ) pairing : You were reading in your garden and you're surprised by a new presence

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader, a bit sad, reader is a book worm, my writing here is way too formal , NOT proofread

( ♡ ) 🗒️a/n : it's been so long , I'm sorry for not posting , but I had my exams and now I still have lots of work </33 bUT I GOT THIS IDEA , I HOPE YOU ENJOY <333

You weren't a Demon Slayer , yet you possess a katana and a thunder breathing style . You got your sword from Sakonji , you don't know how you managed to get him give it to you , even tho you didn't join the Corps , yet you use it whenever you feel attacked . You don't kill all the demons in your path , as the Slayers , but only that attack you .

The moon lords brilliantly above them as the night descends and envelopes the village in a deep sleep, filling the heavens with stars gleaming in its mantle of darkness. As you stood at the end of the garden, a subtle sigh can be heard in addition to the soft sounds of the wind " A demon slayer ? " Three pairs of bright golden orbs are gazing up at the moon by your side " I was only seeking for a decent opponent to spar with, therefore today's luck is with me. " Kokushibo lays one palm on his katana at his hip and slowly peers down at you with his three pairs of eyes.

You heard his mumble and you turn your head to look at him then mirror his previous action and look at the shining moon and stars . Your gaze was then again of the forest. You noticed his katana and his kimono , you thought he was a demon slayer at first , but the 6 golden eyes told you otherwise . And yet , you didn't run or hide . You just stood there.

Kokushibo's gaze intensifies as he observes your calm demeanor and lack of fear. His expression remains stoic, but there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He watches the way the wind plays with your hair, his eyes following every movement with a discerning gaze " You possess an unusual level of composure for a demon slayer. Tell me, what brings you here? Are you merely enjoying the night's solitude, or do you seek a confrontation with me? " His question is accompanied by a slow, deliberate movement of his hand, fingers caressing the hilt of his katana. His intention seems clear—he is ready for battle.

You turned your head to face the demon. You looked over him and said, " I'm not a demon slayer " After speaking, you took another glance at the woodland " I occasionally battle demons who try to harm me. Just that. It's not my problem if other people are dying. " You spoke firmly.

Kokushibo's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your response. He can sense a hint of indifference a nd detachment in your words, contrasting with the usual determination found in demon slayers " Not a demon slayer, you say ? An interesting declaration indeed. To possess the power to fight demons and yet not align yourself with the Corps... there are few who possess such capabilities. Tell me, what is it that motivates you to confront demons on your own terms? " His grip on his katana tightens ever so slightly, prepared for any sudden movements or attacks.

You crouched down and brushed your hand against the lush summer grass, feeling its softness against your fingertips. "Survival," you murmured, contemplating the situation. "I engage in conflict only when demons pose a threat to me. I see no reason to eliminate demons that don't intend me harm." Carefully plucking a few blades of grass, you pondered each one as if it held a secret message.

"Survival," Kokushibo repeats, his voice filled with contemplation. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving your form "You have a selective approach, unlike most demon slayers who seek to eradicate all demons. Your perspective of discerning which demons pose a threat and which do not is intriguing. It is a rare trait to find in a human. " His gaze flickers to the grass in your hands, as if observing the delicate act of plucking it " Tell me, have you encountered demons that have posed a formidable challenge to your survival ? "

Observing him, you raised your head. Your hair was gently flying through the air due to the wind, and you responded, "No, I haven't seen a demon to test me yet. However, I'm not willing to engage in combat with one. " you said, and there was still a definite sound of you plucking up grass.

Kokushibo continues to observe your actions, his gaze unwavering. A sense of intrigue lingers in his eyes, his curiosity about your mindset growing stronger " You speak with great certainty. It seems that you hold a certain level of confidence in your abilities. Perhaps you believe yourself to be invincible, untouchable by the demons that roam this world. "His voice remains calm, but there's a hint of skepticism, as if he's silently challenging your words " But let us entertain a hypothetical scenario. Imagine, for a moment, that you were faced with a demon with significant power, one that could pose a genuine threat to your exitence. What course of action would you take then ? " " I cannot convince myself that I am invincible. But if I'm confronting a demon that is more powerful than my power can withstand, I'm not willing to fight. " You muttered while watching the grass flutter in the air " Neither would I run. So be it if it wishes to kill me " You said, picking up more grass, " I'm at peace with death , but I didn't finish my book so I'm willing to finish it before I die "

Kokushibo's gaze remains fixed on you, his piercing golden eyes unwavering. He takes a moment to absorb your words, the calm acceptance of death that lies within them. There is a complex mix of fascination and admiration brewing within him, intrigued by your nonchalant attitude toward life and death " Such tranquility in the face of mortality. It is a remarkably rare quality to find in humans. Your indifference to the cycle of life and death sets you apart from the rest. And yet, it raises further questions..." Kokushibo takes a step closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you " Tell me, human, what is the book that holds such importance to you? What is its title ? " " Don't call me human " you said as you turned towards the demon " I have a name " you muttered " [name] " Kokushibo's eyes flicker with a brief glimmer of surprise as you assert your name and request not to be referred to as 'human' . He registers your name, [name] , committing it to memory " Very well, [name] . I shall address you as such " you peeked at him then looked at the grass in your hand " 'A lost letter' , that's the book " and as you picked up some grass, you relaxed " Romance. I don't think you would enjoy it " Kokushibo's expression remains stoic, but a subtle hint of intrigue lingers in his voice " 'A Lost Letter'... a romance novel. An intriguing choice for one who claims indifference to the affairs of humans. Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. Literature has a way of captivating the human soul, even in the realm of demons " He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts "I too have indulged in human literature in my long existence. " He said then took a moment to think " If I were to allow you to finish your book before your inevitable demise, would it please you ? " As you carefully picked up some grass, you stated "I will finally feel at peace." the breeze swept the grass out of your hand, and you smiled as you turned your head.

Kokushibo observes the serenity on your face, the genuine contentment you express at the prospect of completing your book. There's a flicker of something akin to understanding in his eyes, a trace of acknowledgement " I see... Your acceptance of mortality is truly remarkable. If it brings you peace to finish your book, then perhaps I shall grant you that. Consider it a token of rare compassion from a demon " The corners of his lips tugs slightly, a ghost of a smile forming " However, do not mistake this act as an act of mercy. It is merely an acknowledgment of your unique resolve. I am merely curious to witness the conclusion of your story " Kokushibo's gaze returns to you, his golden eyes unwavering " Do you accept my offer, [name] ? To allow you the time to finish 'A Lost Letter' before I kill you ? "

You gave the demon a soft nod " I accept " before turning your attention to the grass " I'll try to let you know when I've finished reading the book. On the other hand, you can return after two days. I nearly completed the book anyway " you replied with a smile as you patted the bag where your book was, it was resting on the ground.

Kokushibo observes your acceptance and nods in acknowledgment " Very well, [name]. I shall return in two days' time to witness the conclusion of 'A Lost Letter.' I trust that you will fulfill your part of the arrangement " With a fluid movement, he turns to depart, his white kimono flowing gracefully in the wind. Before he disappears into the shadows, he casts a final glance at you, his golden eyes holding an inscrutable gaze " Until then, [name]. " And with that, the enigmatic demon, Kokushibo, vanishes into the night, leaving you alone to contemplate the impending encounter. You watched how the demon had left you in the dark. You turned your gaze from the bag to the grass. You quietly whined and grabbed the book. You were lying on your back on the grass, the book in your hands. Because you had good night vision, you could read.

As you lay on the grass, the night sky stretching above you, you open the pages of " A Lost Letter " and let yourself be immersed in the world of romance. The words on the page dance before your eyes, capturing your attention and transporting you to a different realm. The moon gazes down at you, casting a gentle glow, as you delve deeper into the story, savoring each chapter.

Time seems to slip away as you lose yourself in the tale, the characters becoming familiar companions. The night breeze whispers softly, caressing your skin, as you turn page after page, captivated by the emotions and beauty entwined within the words.

Days pass, and soon the appointed time approaches. The completion of the book draws near, and you find yourself eagerly anticipating the return of Kokushibo, eager to share the culmination of the story with him.

And as the day arrives, you find yourself at the rendezvous point, the book clutched tightly in your hands, ready to fulfill the arrangement with the enigmatic demon once again.

You sat on a white blanket on the grass with your book on your lap given that it was still light outside. Your eyes were a little teary. The story line didn't seem to have a happy ending. Even though you were crying, your face remained expressionless. With the tip of your index finger, you wiped your tears away as you turned the pages. The gentle breeze rustles the pages of the book in your hands as you sit there, tears lingering in your eyes. As each page turns, the story reaches its poignant conclusion, tugging at your heartstrings and leaving you with a mix of emotions.

As the final words of the book emerge, you close it gently , your hand lingering on the book cover for , taking a moment to compose yourself. The tears that had welled up now trickle down your cheeks, but you wipe them away, determined to face this encounter with Kokushibo.

The world around you begins to darken as dusk settles in, and soon, the figure of Kokushibo emerges from the shadows, his golden eyes fixed upon you. His presence commands the space around him, an air of impenetrable silence enveloping him.

" You have fulfilled your part of the arrangement, [name] , " he states solemnly, his voice cutting through the silence. " I have returned as promised. Now, I ask that you share the conclusion of 'A Lost Letter' . "

With trembling hands, you offer the book to Kokushibo and you cleared your throat " Page 142, I quote : do you still love me ? Mary asked. I love you. You ? Felix asked and with a smile. Mary said : I adore you. " You spoke while addressing the demon. Your hair is being blown out of your face by the wind. Your entire face was now visible to Kokushibo " Page 338, quote : he knew he didn't love her anymore - Love as she wanted it and as he understood it – but now he regrets it " You said with watery eyes. Tears that didn't fall . Kokushibo listens attentively to your recitation, his expression remaining inscrutable. As you share the poignant quotes from the book, the weight of the emotions resonates in the air. He takes a step closer, his gaze piercing through you, capturing every detail. You sucked back any feelings and knelt down in front of Kokushibo. As you picked up some grass, you lowered your head slightly and stated, "Now I shall respect our arrangement " You awaited death.

Suddenly, a shift in his demeanor becomes apparent. The usual aura of cold detachment wavers for just a moment, replaced by a flicker of something... akin to understanding. His gaze softens ever so slightly as he observes your teary eyes.

With a subtle movement of his hand, Kokushibo reaches out and gently brushes away a tear that had slipped down your cheek.

" Your willingness to fulfill our arrangement speaks of the strength within you, [name]. Your acceptance of the inevitable and the emotions woven within these pages... It is a rare quality among humans " His voice carries a hint of reverence, a touch of somberness " And yet... I sense a lingering desire for life within you, despite your acceptance of its fleeting nature. Tell me, [name] , why did you choose to share these words with me ? " The demon brushed your tears away as you briefly closed your eyes. You nodded and added, "You're the only one willing to listen to me talking about books ," adding, "And I… I find it as a good thing." Kokushibo wiped a last tear away " I'm thankful for you listening to me "

Kokushibo's gaze remains fixed on you, his golden eyes reflecting the depths of his contemplation. He absorbs your words, a sense of acknowledgment glimmering within his eyes " I see , " he responds, his tone carrying a trace of solemnity " In a world filled with chaos and destruction, the solace found within the pages of books can be a rarity. To share that solace with another soul, even in the briefest of moments, holds its own significance " He ponders your words for a moment, the weight of understanding settling upon him " You possess an appreciation for literature,[name] , a connection to words that transcends our current circumstances. It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Your desire to share this connection with me... I find it... intriguing " Kokushibo takes a step back, his presence emanating a sense of both strength and restraint " Though our paths may cross in unexpected ways, [name] , know that your love for literature will not be forgotten " With those words, he retreats into the darkness, leaving you behind, pondering the enigmatic encounter you've had with Kokushibo, the highest-ranked Upper Moon of the demon society.

Can you do sukuna seeing reader being happy with someone else🙏

( ♡ ) pairing : true form!Sukuna x s/o!reader

( ♡ ) warning : idk what the gender of the reader is 😭 gn probably , NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : hi there sweetheart, I hope this is good and is what you wanted. If not feel free to ask me again 🫶🏽

Echoes of Desire

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Lanterns flickered gently, illuminating the laughter and joy of the gathering that spilled out from the main hall. Sukuna leaned against a wooden pillar, his two faces hidden in shadow, watching as you mingled with the guests, your presence a radiant beacon amidst the revelry.

You were dressed in a beautifully ornate kimono, colors vibrant against the soft light, your laughter ringing like chimes in the cool evening air. Beside you stood a man, his charm evident as he engaged you in conversation, his smile making your eyes sparkle in a way that tugged at something deep within Sukuna.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling beneath his stoic facade. The sight of you being so freely happy with someone else stirred a possessive flame within him, a feeling he had long thought buried under layers of indifference.

As the festivities continued, Sukuna’s frustration grew. He had watched you from afar, the way you leaned in to share a secret with the man, the way your hand brushed against his arm—each gesture igniting a primal urge within him. The thought that you could be happy without him gnawed at his insides.

“ Why do you waste your time with him ? “ Sukuna murmured to himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the corners of the celebration.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped into the light, his presence drawing the attention of the nearby guests. You turned at the sound of his approach, surprise flickering across your features.

“ Sukuna,” you said, your voice a mix of joy and concern. “What are you doing here?”

“Observing,” he replied coolly, though the tension in his voice betrayed the tempest within. “ It seems you’ve found new entertainment. ” Your smile faltered slightly. “ It’s just a celebration. Everyone is having fun. ”

“ Fun? ” he echoed, a sharp edge to his tone. “ Is that what you call it? Spending time with a man who doesn’t know your worth ? “ You stepped closer, sensing the darkness that clung to him. “ He’s a friend, Sukuna. You know that.”

“ Friends do not make you glow with delight as you do with him, ” he snapped, unable to keep the jealousy from his voice. “ What does he offer you that I do not? “

The question hung heavily in the air, your heart racing at the challenge behind it. “ He doesn’t offer me anything more than companionship, Sukuna. But you—”

“Exactly!” Sukuna interjected, his voice a low growl. “ I am the King of Curses, not some common man to be tossed aside. Yet here I am, watching you be happy with someone else. “

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself against the storm brewing in his eyes. “ You need to understand that happiness isn’t just about being with someone powerful or dangerous. It’s about feeling safe, cherished. You can’t just assume I’ll choose you because of who you are. “

He stared at you, his two faces reflecting a mix of emotions—frustration, longing, and a flicker of vulnerability. “So you prefer him?”

“I don’t prefer anyone,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But you push me away with your darkness, Sukuna. You’ve built walls around yourself, and it’s hard to reach you.”

His expression softened at your words, the weight of truth settling in. He was silent for some moments before he spoke in a quiet tone “ I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, the fierceness in his gaze faltering.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t. Show me that you can be more than the King of Curses. Show me that you can let me in.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a flash of determination igniting within them. “I will not let anyone take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and filled with intent. “If he makes you happy, then I will make you happier.”

You smiled, warmth flooding through you. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just be yourself. Let me see the man beneath the curse.”

The night felt alive as you stood before him, the air thick with unspoken promises. Sukuna leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin, and in that moment, everything around you faded away. The laughter and chatter of the festival became distant, replaced by the intensity of his gaze.

“You are the light I didn’t know I needed,” he murmured, inching closer. “Let me show you how a king can love.”

As his lips brushed against yours, a spark ignited—a connection that transcended the darkness surrounding him. You could feel his walls crumbling, the fierce determination to change enveloping you both.

When the kiss broke, Sukuna looked into your eyes, the weight of the world seeming to lift. “I won’t let you go, not to anyone else,” he vowed.

And with that promise, you stepped away from the shadows of uncertainty, embracing the light of your bond, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

In the Heian night, amidst the celebration and laughter, two souls found their way back to each other, forging a connection that would defy the darkness, a love that could conquer all.

Favourite game

( ♡ ) pairing : Gen Narumi x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , p in v, idk bro, smut wrote by a minor 🤗

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I feel very creative those days 😭

"You're really going to play that now?" You rolled your eyes, but the playful smirk on your lips gave away your amusement.

"What?" Gen didn't look up from his console, his thumbs dancing over the controls. "You know I can't miss the new update."

The room was a mess of discarded action figures and half-eaten ramen bowls, a stark contrast to the gleaming cityscape outside the office window. It was a rare moment of peace before the chaos that often accompanied your lives as members of the Defense Forces.

You shifted in his lap, the friction sending a shiver down your spine. You leaned over, your hair brushing against his cheek. "You're going to miss the best part."

"And what's that?" He finally glanced up, one eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"This." With a swift move, you pulled his head towards you, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless. The game controller slipped from his grasp, forgotten amidst the growing heat between them.

The tension in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of desire that had been building for weeks. Gen's hand slid down your back, cupping your ass as he pulled you closer. The sound of your heavy breathing mingled with the distant sirens, a stark reminder of the world outside your bubble.

With a playful nip at his bottom lip, your stood up, strutting towards the desk. You leaned over, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. "Are you going to keep playing, or are you going to show me what Japan's Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant is really made of?"

Gen's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you. He set the game aside, the battle on the screen fading to black. "Alright," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see if you can handle it."

The door to the office slammed shut, the echo muffled by the thick carpet. He stalked towards you, his movements predatory and graceful. The respirator mask hung around his neck, a stark reminder of the battles he faced outside these four walls.

You felt a thrill run through you as he stepped behind you, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. He took off your combat gear, sliding it down your legs and he unzipped his. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready?"

Your heart pounded in anticipation. "Always."

The first touch of his dick against your wetness made you gasp. He didn't wait, pushing into you with a force that made your knees buckle. You braced yourself against the desk, your nails digging into the wood.

Your rhythm grew frantic, the sound of your skin slapping together a sharp counterpoint to the sirens wailing outside. Gen's grip tightened, his hips pumping harder, faster, as if trying to outrun the inevitable call to duty.

You moaned, your eyes squeezed shut, the sensations overwhelming you. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making you forget the tension of their daily lives. You could feel his muscles flexing against you, his strength a stark contrast to his usual laid-back demeanor.

The desk creaked under your weight, papers fluttering to the floor in your wake. Gen's breath was ragged in your ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered dirty encouragements that made your core clench around him.

Your movements grew erratic, the room spinning as your climax approached. You reached back, your hand finding the back of his neck, your nails scraping against his skin. "Harder," you panted, pushing yourself back against him.

He obliged, driving into you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. You could feel him swell inside you, his breathing matching the erratic beat of your own heart.

Suddenly, the desk phone blared to life, the shrill ring piercing the air. Gen cursed, his body tensing. For a moment, you thought he would ignore it, that he would let the world burn for the sake of your passion. But duty called, and with a final, powerful thrust, he groaned, filling you completely.

Your bodies stilled, panting, as the phone continued to ring. With a sigh, Gen pulled out, his cock glistening with your arousal. He reached for the phone, lifting it to his ear. "What is it?" he barked, his voice still thick with desire.

The voice on the other end spoke urgently, the words a blur to your lust-filled brain. But you could feel the change in Gen's body, the tension coiling back into his muscles like a spring winding tighter and tighter.

"Fuck." He slammed the phone down, his expression shifting from passion to grim determination. "We've got a breach. Code Red."

You straightened, your own arousal fading as reality crashed back in. You reached down, adjusting your clothing as Gen turned away to grab his combat gear. "Let's go," you said, your voice steady. "We've got a city to save."

The room was a flurry of activity as you both dressed, strapping on your weapons and gear. The playful banter of moments ago was replaced with the seriousness of the situation at hand. But even as you prepared to face the monstrous threat beyond the office walls, the heat of your encounter lingered, a reminder of the connection that made you more than just colleagues.

When you were both ready, Gen turned to you, his red eyes intense. "Stay safe," he said, his voice gruff.

You nodded, your own eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve. "Always."

And with that, you sprinted out of the office, leaving your passion-filled sanctuary behind, ready to face whatever the world threw at you.