Had the weirdest dream last night. Sukuna was there, but not in the usual 'I’m gonna tear your soul apart' way. More like... he was watching me fuck myself with the handle of my katana, telling me I was pathetic for getting off on cursed energy surges. And the worst part? I woke up so fucking wet, my thighs soaked, clit throbbing like I’d been edged for hours. God, I hate that bastard, but my body doesn’t seem to care who owns it when I’m that desperate. Maybe I should start sleeping with my hands cuffed just to stop myself from grinding into the mattress every time he decides to haunt my dreams. (Mood: conflicted)