RMs Voice In Ddaeng Just Make Me Levitate. How Is The World Still Functioning While Hes Going Around

RM’s voice in ddaeng just make me levitate. How is the world still functioning while he’s going around with that smooth ass deep ass voice???

And this is why we can’t have nice things 🙄.

As if Lil Wayne didn’t have an album full of rock influences and rock songs on it? As if Jay Z didn’t collab with Linkin Park? As if Chuck Berry, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Prince, and many others don’t exist?! Diddy literally has a rock remix of All About the Benjamin’s?! Black people created rock and rock n roll! Stop thinking that white people are at the forefront of everything when MGK only turned to rock cuz his rap career flopped!

Next thing im gonna post might be this gojo angst idea I’ve been toying with

I love mundane headcanons, they are so fun. So now I got a question for you and your favorite character:

What temperature do they keep the thermostat at?

Something tells me Sukuna is not going higher than 67° and would tell me to get a blanket if I’m too cold. Cuddling would be met with grumbling but he wouldn’t push me away

Guard Duty

Mafia boss yandere!Sukuna x gn!reader (3.0k words)

Warnings: noncon touching, violence, blood, injuries with glass shards, reader’s got that Stockholm syndrome (also they lowkey act spoiled but can you really blame them?), and straight up torture in the last bit.

Summary: Sukuna is busy with a meeting, so he leaves you to your own devices with a guard to keep you safe - nothing out of the ordinary except this guard is new and he isn’t acting like all the others.

Minors, I do not want you interacting with my work.

Sukuna had left for an all-day meeting right after breakfast this morning, leaving you in the hands of a new guard. The guards that get assigned to you are only there to be a sort of chaperone, more for protection than anything else since Sukuna knew you were too well behaved to need monitoring.

Most of the time, whichever guard was on duty will sit in the corner of the room and silently keep watch, leaving you to your own devices. You’re used to it and don’t mind the lack of conversation. You get to go wherever in the estate that you want, as long as you aren’t unattended - that’s one of Sukuna’s rules. You never break any of his rules, not anymore, at least. He had taught you very thoroughly about how to act while under his care, and you had given up on fighting him a long time ago.

The guard today, however, wasn’t acting like most of the others. He keeps leering at you and watching your every move like he’s expecting you to step out of line. You don’t understand what might have given him that impression though, you’re simply basking in one of the sunnier parts of the library with a Wikipedia article open on your laptop, not anything particularly suspicious in your opinion. All you really want to do is enjoy a quiet day. As time passes, the guard incrementally gets closer to where you sit on the floor. You try not to show visible discomfort at the shortening distance, but you’re definitely feeling uneasy with the situation.

Eventually, however, he crosses an invisible line and you try your best to be polite in asking him to give you space. Ryou always says it’s important to treat everyone professionally, especially when you never know how they could react, but the guard just scoffs at you and doesn’t retreat, leaving an oppressive feeling hanging in the air. When you eventually switch on some music to fill in the oddly uncomfortable silence, he stands up from his seat, crosses the last few steps, crowds into your personal space, and mutes your laptop.

Here’s the thing about Sukuna branding his rules and desired mannerisms into your brain: you know exactly what you are and aren’t allowed to do, and this guard doesn’t seem to be on the same page as you. So while the boss has made it clear that you shouldn’t act like a brat, you think he’ll understand your actions. You elbow the guard out of your space, glaring daggers at him when he has the nerve to angrily huff, and resolutely turn the volume of your music up louder than it had been before. You don’t even spare him another glance as you go back to silently perusing the article you’d been reading, content in returning to a more normal situation. But the peace doesn’t last long. The guard leans forward and snatches the laptop out from in front of you and closes it harshly, you wince at the sound it makes and hope that nothing has been damaged.

He sneers down at you as you remain sitting on the floor. He has a look on his face that screams smugness and superiority and it makes your blood boil. You stand up, your eyes unwavering from his own as you approach him, “I would give that back if I were you,” you warn, but he just laughs in your face, “Or what? You’ll tell daddy?” He shoots back, before you can even respond, he continues, “I doubt he’d even care all that much. You’re just a little plaything for him, sweetheart.”

You’re honestly surprised that a guard could be this stupid, and still be trusted by Sukuna, and you tell him just that, “Do you even know what you’re doing here right now?” you spit at him, “because if you had any brain cells left in that thick skull of yours, you would realize how dumb you sound.”

You turn away from him sharply, walking in the direction of your bedroom while you send Ryou’ a text. He’ll be able to see everything on the security footage later, but you know he likes it when you keep him posted yourself. Something about volunteering information and trusting him.

In the meeting room, Sukuna ignores the quiet buzzing notification of your text. He’ll read it when the meeting is over.

You distantly become aware of the sound of footsteps following you down the hall to your room and roll your eyes - at least the guard wasn’t a total moron and had decided to at least do part of his job correctly. At the doorway to your room, however, you’re shoved forward, lose your balance, and burn your knees as you land on them. When you turn around it’s to the sight of the guard shutting the door behind him, a furious look on his face. Your blood runs cold.

You try to scoot away from him, hands going to drag you back, but he lunges forward and grabs your ankle before you gain any considerable distance. He drags you toward him and you feel your shorts ride upwards and more carpet burns bite viciously into your thighs. “You’re more goddamn trouble than you’re worth, you little bitch” he snarls at you, pinning you underneath him by sitting heavily on your stomach. The lack of air makes your panic quickly ramp higher. One of his hands slides under the hem of your shirt, playing with the top of your shorts as he smiles cruelly at you, “I would love to teach you some fucking manners,” his fingers start to dip into your pants and you thrash underneath him helplessly, “and who is The King gonna believe about your behavior? A loyal guard or his bratty little toy?”

He continues on, spitting insults and jabs and ridiculing how much you mean to Sukuna. You try to brush them off, ignoring how sharp his fingers feel digging into your skin, and looking around the room for anything to help, but his words still hurt, even with your best efforts.

Your eyes lock onto the large mirror hanging above your desk, and you know it’s your only chance of getting out before this creep gets any bolder. You brace yourself before grabbing his hands and ripping them out from under him, slamming your hips upwards at the same time to send him tipping face-first into the carpet above your head. He lets out a surprised grunt and you take the moment of shock to get up and snatch the mirror off of the wall before shattering it over the his head. Glass goes careening all over your bedroom floor, some of the pieces have blood on them but you don’t have time to focus on that, or acknowledge the sickly churning of your stomach. You scramble out of the room, crying out at the feeling of glass getting stuck in your bare feet, but you don’t stop, leaving the guard slumped on the floor as you put one step after another between the two of you.

Your phone is somewhere back in your room, but you remember where Ryou is having his meeting today and you waste no time running there, leaving bloody footprints in your wake. Your lungs are burning, the dead sprint and ragged crying taking their toll by the time you reach the doorway. The guards stationed in front of it go to stop you from entering before they realize who you are. They’ve both been assigned to watching you in the past. They glance at your terrified face and the bloody footprints you’ve left behind, and quickly turn the handle of the door to allow you in.

The meeting was obviously in full swing, but at the sound of the door crashing open all sound ceases and every head in the room whips to look at you as you stumble in. Sukuna is sitting at the head of the table on the opposite side of the room from you. He looks irritated, but when you hurriedly limp to him his face contorts through a string of emotions at the sight of you. Out in the hallway, there are sounds of a scuffle and you whimper, crouching low behind Sukuna’s chair. The guard must have caught up to you.

Sukuna curtly asks that the other members in the meeting leave, stating that they’ll have to finish the discussion at another time and his tone leaves no room for disagreement. It never does.

The members gather their belongings and file out of the room, past the guard who has a hand to the back of his head and rivulets of blood running down his neck. As they leave, Sukuna turns and gathers you into his lap, temper flaring as he feels your body trembling against his. He runs his fingers through the hair at the back of your head in a calming gesture when you flinch at the sound of the door closing once more.

Sukuna fixes the guard with a chilly stare as he stands at the other end of the table. He doesn’t invite him to take a seat, “Explain.” Is all he says to the man in front of him. The guard looks at you curled against the boss’ lap like a glorified lapdog and isn’t quite able to refrain from making a disgusted face. Ryoumen’s grip around you tightens slightly, and you feel his teeth grit together as his jaw tenses above your head.

“They made a break for it after shattering a mirror over my head to incapacitate me,” the guard says with a straight face and you shrink more into Sukuna. His large hand hasn’t stopped its soothing ministrations against your scalp, however, and you take that as a sign that you aren’t in trouble. At least not yet.

Sukuna hums in thought briefly, “If they were honestly making an attempt at escaping, I highly doubt they’d be so stupid as to run directly to where I was.” His tone is freezing cold as he points out the obvious flaw in the guard’s logic, “Do you know what your assignment was today? What you were meant to be doing while they were in your care?” The guard draws back at the question being nearly identical to the one you had asked him earlier, “you see, Baby is much too well behaved to need someone to keep them from acting up,” he smiles lazily when he feels you nod your head along with his words, “I’ve taught you better than that, haven’t I?” He glances down at you, but you only nod your head again, refusing to look up at him, and he frowns as his professional facade slips a bit, “so then who the hell do you think you are with this bullshit lie you’re trying to sell me, hmm?”

The guard’s face pales, but he doesn’t back down, “Sir, with all due respect, they were fighting me relentlessly and refusing to listen to my instructions.”

Sukuna stands up, gently depositing you in the seat he’s vacated, and drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders before turning and approaching the guard. He’s calmly rolling up his dress shirt sleeves as he steps closer to the man, gait even, shoes clacking sharply against the floor, causing the guard to take a nervous step back, but Ryoumen continues forward until he’s towering over him.

“Your job today required no instructions to be given to Baby. Your job today, like any guard assigned to them, is to silently accompany them in case anything dangerous happens,” Sukuna presses a finger into the guard’s chest, “your higher up thought you were smart enough for the position, but you clearly couldn’t make it half a day without fucking up.” Even without seeing his face, you can tell that Ryou is absolutely seething from his posture alone - he’s utilizing every inch of his height and leaning over into the guard face, creating an even more dramatic image of power imbalance. Sukuna is not going to let this man get away, not when he’s already smelled blood in the water.

The guard opens his mouth, probably to try and defend himself, but Sukuna beats him to it, “I think that, by now, you’ve realized that Baby isn’t just a plaything”, he spits the last word out disgustedly, “They. Are. Mine. And I am theirs. A slight against them is a slight against The King. And you really fucked up today.” He’s wearing a wickedly cold smile that bares straight white teeth and sharp canines.

“Don’t worry though, I won’t be the only person choosing what punishment you deserve for your… transgression,” the guard breaths a short breath of relief, “I’ll make sure that Baby has a say as well. And I can’t wait to see what the cameras caught.” He laughs mirthlessly at the shorter man’s face of terror before calling the guards in from the hall to escort him out.

Once the room is empty again, Ryou returns to you, crouching in front of the chair you’re huddled in, “Y/n, my heart, are you hurt anywhere?” His voice is quiet, though still with a rough edge, and it makes you give a wobbly smile before nodding. His expression sours for a split second but he quickly schools it, “where?” He inquires. Your voice comes out disjointed and quiet, but you tell him about the shards of glass lodged in the soles of your feet. He picks you up and sits you on the edge of the table, face darkening when he sees the harsh carpet burns on your legs, he’s going to fucking destroy that guard. A list of methods already compiling in the back of his head.

Today was supposed to be a leisure day for you, he thinks as he goes about cleaning your bloodied feet with the first aid kit in the room. Normally he keeps you by his side throughout the day, except for meetings, so you’re learning how things are done around the business. You had been so excited to sleep in and spend the day relaxing in the library. He shouldn’t have put a new guard on duty today, he mentally scolds himself for the mistake. It would have been better to assign one of the guards you were already familiar with, but it was too late to think about how it could have been different.

After your feet are looking cleaner and bandaged, he carries you to the main bedroom you share and calls for the doctor to come fully attend to your injuries. While you're busy turning his bed into a glorified nest he heads to your room to see the damage. As he approaches the doorway he notices smudged blood on the hallway floor and broken pieces of mirror crunch under the soles of his shoes. The door creaks when he pushes it open, the sound of glass rustling as the door brushes it over the carpet in its movement. The state of your room has Sukuna gripping the doorknob in anger.

There’s blood and glass everywhere and your cell is left unattended on the floor, obviously dropped suddenly. He pulls out his phone to request a cleanup crew, but stops short when he sees the text you sent him.

It must have been before everything had escalated - you’d ended the text with a heart emoji, telling him to have fun in his meeting and not to worry. You hadn’t messaged him because you had needed help but because you know he likes being kept in the loop when you’re away from him. You had been thoughtful and he still let you get hurt.

He curses himself for not checking his phone when he’d felt the notification. This could have all been avoided, but he’d made the mistake of assuming you’d be fine without him, and he can’t undo that.

He requests the cleanup crew, grabs your phone before snagging some comfortable leisure clothes for you, and leaves the room to avoid blowing a gasket.

When he makes it back to the bedroom, you’re lying down, feet and burns treated and bandaged securely. You’re already wearing some of his clothes, and he chuckles softly as he puts the spare set he’s brought on your nightstand along with your phone.

He quickly changes into more comfortable clothes and joins you in bed. He doesn’t apologize out loud, but you can almost feel the guilt swirling around him when he pulls you against his chest, rests his forehead against the top of your skull, and refuses to let you squirm away for the rest of the night.

The next day Sukuna has his schedule cleared and saunters down to the basement. The tiles are clean, if a little stained, and the lighting isn’t anything to write home about, but the boss could do this with his eyes closed. So maybe he lied when he said he’d consult you, but after watching the security footage there was really no other option.

The crunch of sharp steel ripping through bone is music to his ears and he doesn’t hesitate to remove all ten fingers from the man’s hands. Sukuna is excellent at teaching lessons, and he’s certain this piece of trash won’t ever forget this one. Yes, he’ll be killed by the end of this anyways, but there’s no doubt he’ll regret his actions by then. In fact, the ex-guard probably already regrets everything. However, Ryoumen still smiles softly as he grips a pair of pliers in his gloved hand - latex is slippery, blood squelching between it and the metal, but he’s experienced enough not to let it hinder his work. This will all serve as a lesson for the rest of the men that are stationed as your guards as well.

The King won’t show mercy to anyone who disrespects his darling. He’s the muscle and brains of this scheme, and he leaves the kindness to you - because of that he feels no real guilt in ripping one tooth after another from this assholes mouth. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, so he’ll keep this to himself.

Summer walker’s new album will 100% be affecting my writing. Be ready for some angst shit