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[howlingmoonrise]

So... sorry if this came out of the blue... but I always wondered about the PSOH translation of the final chapter, where Papa D dies and he apparently... reincarnates as human? Or is that something unclear? Because for most people, I keep seing the hc that he reincarnated as the new!D and that's how they "reproduce" but tbh I've never been too convinced of that? But I'm just one guy so... what do you think?

hi! absolutely no worries, my inbox is always open especially for psoh discussions! (though i hope you haven't sent this too long ago because i was travelling and only just got home, i promise i wasn't ignoring this)

okay so! my first thought was whether that came from the translation, since tokyopop's was notoriously unreliable and unclear in many places, but they turned out to actually be fairly similar in this particular page.

below, tokyopop's:

and then the most recent fan translation (by ruthlessnightsscans):

look i will. say i don't vibe with the "papa d becomes human" either.

especially because the next panels also seem to contradict it?

this "last memory", as we might recall, is uh. papa d himself getting killed by humans? and telling d not to embrace hope again or stray from the path.

which! i can kinda get him contradicting himself about - papa is a very interesting character, and feelings very often differ from actions taken. however it doesn't make a lot of sense for sofu d to want to raise a human child (human-hater as he is but i guess his child-stealing tendencies overpowered it) and then.... give him his own memories of hating humans, while knowing he wanted to reincarnate as one?

going from this, i think we can probably split your ask in two parts:

the matter of the reproduction of the D line

papa reincarnating as a human

apologies in advance for rambling and adding even more meta but i'm incapable of shutting up about psoh :'D

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ON THE REPRODUCTION OF THE D LINE

IT SURE HAS, SOFU D!!

i actually think this is a very interesting topic! i've discussed this at length several times before in the psoh server, but it's relatively impossible to reach one true canon conclusion without more information. but what we DO know is this:

a new being was generated from papa's death

the death of a d is surrounded by plant matter and/or a possible ?spiritual explosion? anyway, they're closely linked to plants in matters of life and death (see also gattolotto, and d nearly giving in to despair in the last volume)

there were others before sofu, papa, and d, from the same line (mentioned/shown at several points in the prequels, and present in at least one spread); those three have not lived through the ages as immortals

that being said, their lifespans are also unknown, and presumably they do not always die violent deaths?

they are unable to be cloned in laboratory conditions

the "titles" of father, grandfather, etc, don't seem to necessarily be about who actually gave "birth" to the new addition or who raised him, but rather regard who is the previously youngest one in the line (such as sofu d assigning d the title of "father" of new!d to d, despite immediately taking him away and d not being directly involved in his birth), and therefore give no actual information about their geneology

originally there was only one d to survive the massacre, and now there are three, and there only seem to be three at any given point in canon (sofu also only mentions a father and a grandfather in his series; there is an exception which sensei herself seems to have forgotten about, which is when d mentions a sister before the orangutang chapter but she is never again even mentioned, either on that occasion or on any other relevant ones)

so what we can conclude from this is that the Ds can be reborn from their death (whether this is only under certain circumstances and desires, like papa's was, is undetermined). they also reproduce without the need for a partner (every d is a natural clone, ergo they practice magical and/or asexual reproduction when they don't have anyone to reproduce with).

the association with plants in matters of life and death can also point to the type of reproduction they use (as a sidenote, i once read a fic where the d in question had an aerial stem rooting into a pot to reproduce, which i felt was in line with this). they may or may not be able to reproduce sexually with other species, such as humans - we know the "machinery" is at least virtually undistinguishable from a human's (thank you shin psoh for that lovely information) but their blood is..... uh. interesting enough that it might not mix too well with others (once again, see shin psoh). then again, they are Ds and can do a bunch of weird shit, so who knows. i assume they can reproduce sexually with their own kind, were others still around, since continuous cloning is not viable for long-term survival.

another interesting point here is that at some point back in the lineage one d turned into three. this could indicate a peculiarity in the reproduction process (something like twins having happened twice down the line?), or supernatural shenanigans such as a wish or a contract with another being that allowed for this to happen. i'm inclined towards this rather than them just... being able to make more of themselves whenever, because if that were the case i don't really see the reason for them to keep to such low numbers when their goal is to take revenge on humans. but i disgress.

the point above makes me think that apart from the one-becomes-three event, they are only able to "reproduce" without a partner in the way that papa did - aka, by dying and being reborn, which is the only occasion of a d death/birth that we see in canon and is lowkey confirmed by sofu ("death and rebirth, that is the life cycle of our species").

going from this, papa being reborn into new!d seems viable to me, except for one small detail...

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2. PAPA REINCARNATING AS A HUMAN

look. the panels say it, or something close enough to it, but i desperately do not like it so i'm going to be as nitpickety as possible.

firstly, i don't think it really... makes sense? i already explained the matter of papa's own feelings on the subject further above, so now let's talk about the possibility and likelihood of this happening:

he is definitely not born in a human way. i guess you can make an argument for the papasplosion with the plants and animals going all over the place being his "divinity" being expelled to be replaced by humanity instead, which... is actually an interesting concept ngl. 🤔 (but also that's way too much hair for a human newborn, and the baby looks far too chill and awake for having just being born in the middle of fire and flames and explosions 😂)

"death and rebirth, that is the life cycle of our species". okay but. OUR species. not humans. you're contradicting yourself, sofu d! there's four ways to read this, in my view. the first is that the Ds can... change species, under certain circumstances? and then possibly go back to being kami?? (i find this unlikely, especially since i doubt he'd be the first, even if not turning human but into another creature). the second is that the reborn as human might something of a figure of speech (i do not know japanese so i can only rely on translations, and therefore do not know exactly what was said or how it could be interpreted). the third is that sofu might be lying, as he has been known to do on family matters like these. the fourth is that "human" refers only to some aspects of new!d, rather than his whole-ass species and dna changing just like that - so new!d being a hybrid or mutation/chimaera of some sort (which would be interesting considering papa's experiments on that field).

"no matter how many times they betrayed and killed you, you still want to be among them". okay FIRSTLY, interesting implication there? as in, killed several times implication. i wonder if papa's previous incarnation (possibly sofu's own father, who also had long hair like papa) also died in a similar manner for sofu to phrase it like this. secondly, being among humans is not necessarily the same as being human.

it's really only the "human child" part that's tripping us up here. i went to check the translations on other languages i can read that i could find (in this case, spanish and portuguese) and they confirm the human child thing, but often those translations are based on the english ones rather than the original. anyone with access to the original japanese feel free to weight in!

another thing that also doesn't really work with new!d being human is how he "inherits" the petshop by the epilogue of the og series. not only is it strange for sofu to want to raise him considering his hate for humans, but new!d seems to be by himself handling the petshop and taking on the functions of the Ds, killing humans included (chris finds him due to deaths caused by the petshop pets). he can be murdery and human-hating as a human, but presumably there are petshop-related things he cannot do as one - as we saw also on that last volume, humans cannot travel on the petshop/ark, and that's only one (very relevant!) skill of many we saw the Ds display along the series.

all of this is mostly to say that while both english translations agree on the papa being reborn as a human child line, i don't like the idea of it and so i'm choosing to ignore it 😂

anyway, tl;dr: papa was indeed reborn or gave birth to new!d. new!d is presumably at least somewhat human according to sofu d/the current english translations, which is a take i don't like and personally choose to ignore. the explosion death-rebirth combo may or may not be their only method of reproduction, which is unconfirmed.

many thanks for the ask!! 💖💖💖 i hope i didn't make things worse 😂

[nixensya]

i lost most of my faves because i used to handwrite them (this because phones didn't allow for more than ten bookmarks back when i was seriously in the phandom), but Estrelas by Shimegami-chan immediately comes to mind as an all-time fave! The Lunch Club by Myaibou is another, fortunately uploaded to AO3.

dear phandom, i require some help. i need some fic recs for a friend i want to introduce to the world that is DP fanfiction, so please feel free to leave recs. both essential phandom must reads and personal favorites are welcomed

[raiiny-bay]

some kel sketches i'm working on

[howlingmoonrise]

How do I write as good as you? Where do you get inspiration to weave your words as beautifully?

Hello sweet anon! Thank you so much 💖💖💖

Answering the second question first because it's shorter and it's also a part of the first: mostly, I get inspirations from other stories. Take the things you love from them - why do you love them? What resonates with you? Which scenes/characters/quotes come to mind and why did they leave such a mark? How can you make it so that yours come close to that? Dissect them and figure out what about them makes you tick, and how you can adapt it to the genre/voice/ambience you want to write.

As a more concrete example, I love the writing styles of Juliet Marillier and everythursday (the latter used to write for the HP fandom, you can still find PDFs/EPUBs of her work floating around). While you're reading for pleasure, if you come across passages that you feel that sound interesting, analyse them and try to figure out how you would write a sentence like that.

I'm still trying to figure out how everythursday uses verbs so deliciously - instead of the most logical choices, she often picks verbs i'd never even have thought to associate with a certain action and make it so much more vivid/real, and I'm insanely jealous of however she manages to do that. Every time I reread her writing I take mental notes of when/how/with which verbs she replaces more common ones with; another thing that endears me greatly in her writing are the tiny details that humanize the characters such (the MC noticing that there is "a freckle or perhaps a fleck of dirt" on the knot of the ML's wrist, or that he's wearing a black sock and a navy one because either he didn't notice or didn't care enough to match socks - and these are actual tidbits that are on her fic Finders that were so vivid that I just remember them off the top of my head like that).

More concrete writing advice (that specifically works for me, YMMV):

Vary it up. Don't start sentences and paragraphs always in the same way. Change paragraph lengths instead of keeping to consistent blocks. Change sentence length too - and sentence structure! - or the brain will get bored and start skipping ahead because it's always the same old rhythm. The image below is the best example of this I've seen yet:

Riding on the coattails of that one, I'm a fan of using different kinds of punctuation to change up the rhythm and sentence structure, but it's good to know whether you're actually using them correctly or it's bound to get distracting to the reader. This is very much a personal taste one though, even more than the others.

"Said" isn't dead! "Said" is very much alive and kicking! "Said" is the default verb your brain will basically ignore and won't be bothered by, and that means you should use it the most often. You use the others when you want to emphasize certain dialogue bits or want a particular inflection (like when there's a question), but it's going to get distracting if you use too many variations in a row.

Adverbs also aren't dead and this is the hill I die kill on. "Said softly" is very different from "whispered" and on many occasions it's less jarring. Much like the above, though, you don't want to use too many in a row unless it's for specific stylized sentences/emphasis (e.g.: "completely and perfectly and incandescently happy").

Mood is important. So important. And which words and sentence structure/lengths you use influence this greatly! You want a higher frequency of short and snappy words/sentences for fast-paced scenes; languid, longer sentences and more flowery words for, say, painting an idyllic day on a Victorian era parlour where the most they do is enjoy the sun and write correspondence. The places and ways you work in the descriptions also works to build this up.

Simplify. Sometimes you have this one specific habit/description/colour you really want to work in! But sometimes, idk, "as blue as the lake waters by the spring morning sunlight", or "her pacing habit that had existed since she was a kid living in the old foster house in Mulder's Lane" will absolutely clog up and wreck your sentence/paragraph, and despite loving that particular description you might have to simplify it to "spring morning blue" or "her pacing habit".

Kill your darlings (yes, I hate some interpretations of this too). This one follows up a bit from the point above: remove the bits/characters that are ruining your scene/story, even if you really like how they sound when examined on their own (you can move them to a scraps document for if you want to add them back in later and/or hate deleting stuff like me).

I hate this one but. You're gonna have to delete stuff. If you're stuck and have been despairing for days over how to continue a scene, the solution is very likely in deleting the last few paragraphs, or the whole scene, or perhaps more. The issue is rarely in the last sentence you wrote. Figure out where the scene started going off the rails and go from there instead of trying to fruitlessly continue a scene you're not enjoying and that isn't going anywhere.

Mix in description with dialogue/action. Unless I'm writing-- idk, food? I don't really like to do huge descriptive blocks. We all hated reading four entire pages describing some curtains in high school, right? So for me what works is to work in little bits of description amidst the rest. "She had long raven hair tied up in a ponytail" is far less engaging than mentioning the way her ponytail bounces when she does a quick jog for the bus, and at some later point saying that she brushed back her dark hair, for example.

Break up dialogue, actually. Going from the above and also the very first point, you want to vary up your rhythm, and a huge block of dialogue is one of the things this applies to. Also having only quick dialogue exchanges with no tags can be fun for a portion of a scene (or a specific genre of fic) and it's perfect for humour/snappy banter, but you rarely want to read a fic where all the dialogue is only that. Throw in some action/descriptions between dialogues bits, or even in the middle of a sentence a character is speaking, and give it some oomph. Take care not to overdo it and make the reader forget how the sentence started, though!

Pacing. Working with the above, but adding "description" (word used loosely here) to a place where you feel like things are going too fast is going to help you make it feel not as abrupt and give it some breathing room. Conversely, removing all the interim action/description is going to make it feel like the next bit happened right after.

"Write the same way you speak" is bullshit. I know several of my friends defend this but. Nope! Sorry, you can't sell me on that one. If you're writing an atmospherical story you're not going to write a character going "Uh, no, but wait, actually, I said like--" all the time unless that character is either shy or nervous. You also don't usually use people's names all the time in real life conversations, for example, but in dialogue it can help the reader situate themselves regarding who's speaking and make it feel more intimate/pointed depending on the scene.

Love the words you use. Note that this is different from loving your writing: what I mean is that if you use a series of words you find unpleasant (and this is especially noticeable with smut and words referring to genitals, which people usually have very strong feelings about) in places where something is supposed to be nice and flow prettily, it's not going to sound nice or pretty. Nice words can be "sing", "mulled", "cruel"; not so pleasant words can be "warbled", "groin", "odoriferous" - not so much due to their meanings, but due to how the word itself sounds to you, especially in the context of the sentence. There are ill-meaning words that can sound pleasant, and vice-versa. But "her body sings as she stretches" hits much different than "her body warbles as she stretches" - which can absolutely be used for humour and in other situations, but you need to be conscious and aware of how your specific word choice will hit. I personally agonize over word choices for hours, because for example I will want the specific implied meaning of "sussurred" but I will hate the sound of it in the context of that particular sentence, and no synonyms are working in a sufficiently pleasing manner (and I will often end up rewriting the sentence because of this).

Try to stay in-character, especially in dialogue. Characters don't all speak the same. A character that canonly only says "Mm" and short sentences suddenly dropping a huge speech will be a hard sell. Similarly, a character that speaks formally isn't about to drop slang and "yeah" left and right. A Fantasy Medieval Era character will speak far more formally than a modern day one - unless that's the gag on the canon media (or your original stuff) - but a commoner will generally not speak the same as a king, and neither of those will speak like a modern person at all.

Also, the one things everyone hates to hear, myself included: practice. I've been writing for... a pretty long time, oof, and I was very lucky in my first forays into fic writing, with a very chill and supportive fandom (Danny Phantom in like... 2007-2009 or so) - and back then my writing was terrible. But I had the space to experiment and commit all manners of writing atrocities, and getting that out of the way allowed me to understand a lot of what works and what doesn't. It's kind of like drawing: just because you can picture something perfectly in your head, it doesn't mean it's going to get translated well to paper, and to get better at that you're going to have to study and practice anatomy, shading, folds, etc before it starts getting anywhere near what you have in your head. It's much the same with writing, though the equivalent notions feel a lot more abstract and aren't as easily categorized.

This got a bit long (to no one's surprise), but I hope this helps! Let me know if you'd like me to explain any points further, and once again thank you for you lovely words 💖

[nekonaps0]

Excuse me… SIR?! Pt2

✦part1 part3

✦ characters: second years

✦ gn!reader

✦the boys suddenly cracked a naughty, suggestive joke

✦you guys really loved the “You are NAUGHTY!!” Series so what if we switch it up and the boys gonna surprise you this time!?👀

Riddle Rosehearts

It was an innocent study session. He was helping you prep for exams, sitting primly across from you. Then, as you leaned down to reach your notes, he blushed immediately and looked away one hand covering his flushed cheeks:

“It’s awfully hard to focus on spellwork with you my rose.”

You froze and raised an eyebrow confused.

“What?”

He didn’t even look up from his textbook he hid behind the pages.

“J-Just pretend I didn’t say anything…”

Your face is burning when you finally realize what’s happening, and now you’re the one who can’t focus. Now both of you sit next to each other like two tomatoes

And somewhere Cater definitely taking pictures of this beautiful scene.

Ruggie Bucchi

You were helping him with chores, teasing him about always working so hard. He tossed a towel at you and replied with a wicked grin:

“Well, I’d work even harder if I got a reward. Maybe something sweet. Like… you wearing nothin’ but an apron and that smile.”

Dead.

You choked. Dropped the soap.

“Ruggie! You can’t just say stuff like that!! Anyone can walk in here!”

He howled laughing.

“Aw, look atcha~! You’re so easy to fluster, it’s adorable.”

You tried to slap his arm, he dodged, still laughing, tail flicking behind him in amusement.

“Careful, babe. Keep lookin’ that cute and I might just cash in that apron fantasy.”

He won’t stop bringing it up. You’ve created a monster.

Azul Ashengrotto

You were helping organize some contracts when Azul adjusted his glasses and looked over at you, completely composed:

“You know… most deals require a bit of negotiation. But for you? I’d gladly trade everything, my dignity, my control… even my clothes.”

You fumbled the papers.

“H-Huh?! Azul?!”

He smiled. Smooth. Polished.

“Unless… you're in the mood for more intimate arrangements?”

You stared at him like he’d grown gills.

“A-Azul!! WHO THOUGHT YOU THESE?!?”

He was eating your embarrassment up. But now he concerned that maybe he made you uncomfortable

“Im sorry my pearl, the twins suggested that you may like this”

…they were not wrong… but please let him to know that he didn’t mess it up!!

Jade Leech

You were fixing a terrarium together. Your fingers brushed his, and Jade leaned in just a little too close.

“My, how delicate your touch is. I wonder… would you be just as gentle if you were holding something far more sensitive?”

You blinked. Jaw dropped.

“J-Jade?!”

He tilted his head, innocent smile on his face.

“Ah? Have I upset you? You seem... flushed.”

You tried to stammer out a response. He only chuckled and returned to the moss with a calm smile.

“I do so enjoy your expressions. Perhaps I’ll provoke a few more before the evening ends.”

You will not survive this eel.

Floyd Leech

You were relaxing and cuddling together in the bed when you leaned over to grab your phone. He immediately laughed and threw his arm around you:

“Ooooh~ Are you trying to seduce me, Shrimpy? With that pose? ‘Cause it’s working~”

You looked at him like he’d lost it.

“I was just getting my phone—!”

“Uh-huh. Suuuuure you were~ Next time just crawl into my lap and make it obvious~”

You squeaked. He howled with laughter, poking your cheek with a teasing grin.

“Hehe~ Look at you goin’ all pink! You’re sooo cuuute when you’re flustered~ Maybe I’ll tease you more~”

You are now his favorite game.

Jamil Viper

It was late. The two of you were alone in the Scarabia lounge. You yawned, stretching your arms above your head. He glanced over. Cool, calm… and then:

“Careful stretching like that in front of me. I might think you're offering something.”

You froze. Eyes wide.

“W-What did you just say?!”

He raised an eyebrow, acting indifferent… but that smirk tugging at his lips? He knows what he just did.

“Mm? Just speaking aloud. Don’t read too much into it.”

Liar.

You’re dying. He’s thriving.

“...Unless you want me to.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You were resting against him, just talking about your day, when Kalim suddenly laughed and said:

“Y’know, I think I love you more than all the gold in the vaults. Actually… if you wore gold and nothing else, I’d love you even more~!”

You choked.

“K-Kalim?!”

He blinked, confused, then laughed again.

“What? I meant it! You’d look so good with just some glitter and maybe one of those sheer scarves, like in the dances! But you look stunning in everything.”

You were a blushing mess. He thought it was cute.

“Awww, you all red, you look adorable! Do you need anything? Water or fruits?”

You regret everything. And the worst part that he doesn’t even realize what kind of effects he has on you.

Silver

You were trying to wake him from a nap. He stirred, eyes half-lidded, and murmured:

“Mm… If you’re going to climb on top of me like that, love… at least buy me dinner first…”

You immediately yelped and flailed away.

“Excuse me?!”

He blinked. Realized what he said. Instantly red.

“W-Wait—! That wasn’t—I didn’t—!!”

Now you’re blushing, and he’s flustered, and both of you are too awkward to look each other in the eye for the next twenty minutes.

Secretly? He’s proud he made you blush.

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[howlingmoonrise]

omg bestie thank youuuuuuu 🥺🥺🥺💖💖

ok, you know what, fuck it, fic recs post. historically i try not to rec works in progress or things i haven't commented on and i'm throwing that fully out the window for this because honestly, fucking whatever.

if you're on this list and i haven't been fully unhinged at you in the comments, please know that it's because (1) i'm the worst and (2) i'm trying desperately to calibrate so i hit 'enthusiastic' and not 'kind of frightening, actually'. i swear that i have written at least several sentences of a comment for every fic on this list, it's just that i'm genuinely impossibly slow, sometimes. it's me, not you.

my previous rec post is here, in case you missed that. as a bonus, special for this rec list and as a concession to the horrors, i am attempting to guess how much any given fic will fuck up the average person. obviously this is a ymmv kind of situation, but i'm trying, at least?

everything else under a cut because i am longwinded.

and found by @dangerouscommiesubversive, explicit, every possible combination of di feisheng/fang duobing/li lianhua | li xiangyi; bless, but i am not typing all that out. starting off with a wip where i haven't left a comment in like four fuckin' chapters, breaking those rules real good. this fic is a fucking ride. i will admit that i wasn't entirely convinced by the premise when i saw the blurb, but i am nothing if not willing to admit when i was wrong, and i was—once again—totally wrong. this is the fic where i was like 'ok but…is anyone really, like, desperate for gen z li xiangyi?' and then i read it and i was like 'ohhhhhh fuck yeah, ok, i get it, i was actually fully desperate for gen z li xiangyi.' he is. such a little prick. i love him. there has been something unexpected and delightful in every single chapter of this so far, plus a number of impressively memorable one-liners. this fic is fun and distracting and at least as of chapter seven, i'm gonna say it's not even gonna fuck you up. (please note that this is only through chapter seven!)

and the days are bright red by @junemermaid, explicit, di feisheng/fang duobing/li lianhua. rip to my beloved tumblr mutual @junemermaid, because they're getting called out twice in this list, but: tough. this fic is so delightful. featuring: memories of slut era li lianhua, the mortifying ordeal of being known, an entire box of historically accurate sex toys, fang duobing and di feisheng communicating (sometimes silently) in a way that unsettles li lianhua (back from his months-long sojourn), some very hot sex that is both very much about sex and also about trust and being perceived, casual intimacy, and fledgling tenderness. there are Emotions in this, and they get moderately intense, but it's a very kind and surprisingly gentle feel-good fic.

a drink under a clear window by @momosandlemonsoda, explicit, di feisheng/fang duobing and fang duobing/qiao wanmian. a fic that tackles the dreaded v-shaped polycule and makes it work. it seems like perhaps it shouldn't: fang duobing as the hinge, with di feisheng and qiao wanmian on either side, but actually it works perfectly, and is a lovely little glimpse at who they could become and the relationships they could have. i love the thought of qiao wanmian having come into her own as a leader in her own right, as more than just the representative of the ghost of li xiangyi, and this does a wonderful job of letting her be her own person. also, yes, ok, passing fang duobing back and forth like a party favour. this is a post-canon fic in which li lianhua is dead, but the fic itself a straightforward delight that is not at all fucky uppy.

the floating clouds, no resting place, again by @junemermaid (not sorry), technically gen and no ship, but functionally pre-di feisheng/fang duobing/li lianhua. the hair-washing fic. ohhhhhh. i started jotting notes for this post the day that i finished this fic, and i really thought that they were in any way comprehensive, but instead, what i typed and left as a note to myself was this:

and honestly. you're right, hypothetical reader, that doesn't totally make sense, but i stand by it regardless, because i apparently had that thought in [checks date i last saved the file] fucking august, and i'm still nodding along with myself. that is that this is like. this fic is very beautiful and will make you ache and will leave you slightly better at the end of it than you were at the beginning. it may also make you cry; this seems to me a fair enough trade.

the floating lotus by @anndramarama, not rated, di feisheng/li xiangyi. pre-canon stuff doesn't always work super well for me, but i really enjoyed this one, featuring di feisheng and li xiangyi when they're both so young and arrogant and full of themselves—and stupid and naïve and young and almost hopeful in a way that they're often not, in fic, for all that they were barely but children at the point of the donghai fight. they just seem…vulnerable, i guess, in this, in a way that i find touching. seasonal bonus: a ghost story, of a sort. given that this is set pre-canon, i think it's hard to come in any softer than bittersweet, which this very much is.

from here one's hand could pluck the stars by @howlingmoonrise, explicit, di feisheng/fang duobing. sex pollen fic! also featuring, a little surprisingly, given the premise, incredibly explicit and enthusiastic consent. look, this does what it says on the tin. di feisheng gets sex pollened. fang duobing is left to stay with him. the obvious ensues. unfortunately, it is also devastatingly charming? fang duobing is earnest and sweet; di feisheng is suffering beautifully terribly and trying so hard not to impose on fang duobing. they're both trying so hard to be respectful of what the other person needs, but they're also still bratty and argumentative and exasperated/exasperating, and it's very entertaining. this will fuck you up none percent, and may even make you laugh.

my war is done by @orchisailsa, explicit, di feisheng/fang duobing/li lianhua. another wip, with the first of three chapters posted, but please understand that this chapter is nearly 15k and so fucking good and compelling. li lianhua lives! and returns to find that things have changed in his absence, and perhaps that he has also changed in his absence, and now wants things that he had told himself he didn't mind not even having to lose. bonus: road trip and—delight!—only one room at the inn. also some other stuff that i'm not spoiling, but that made me absolutely gleeful. this is definitely a work in progress, and while i don't think there's anything particularly upsetting in the chapter, it does end on something of a cliffhanger. i personally do not feel that this is an upsetting cliffhanger, given the information about the fic that's presented in the tags, but it is technically a cliffhanger.

awkward paragraph break, but it's also important, i think, to mention the absolutely stunning (and not at all safe for work) companion piece to my war is done, you'd be there calling my name, by saki the cup bearer, who i don't think is on tumblr. it's fucking incredible; i am very decidedly not an artist but i cannot begin to imagine how much effort went into this. just. holy shit.

not unlike him in shape and form by @philologicalbat, explicit, fang duobing/li lianhua. ok look. i fucking love when things are deeply emotionally messy, and this is so emotionally messy. li lianhua who's been attracted to fang duobing and not doing anything about it, then discovering that fang duobing is shan gudao's son and is very much going to do something about it. he wants in this, and he's cunty and manipulative and mean about it, and sometimes also almost sweet, almost tender, and i love that, because i feel like li lianhua is very often an object of desire and very rarely gets to desire. i love how human he gets to be in this fic. this is not a sweet or gentle fic, but it does end in a moderately tender place that is tentatively hopeful, i think.

unbecoming heir by @bettercostume, explicit, di feisheng/princess zhaoling. i am taking your hand in mine and begging you to trust me. i know what this fic looks like. it's noncon and a weird pairing and you might look at it and expect it to go in the obvious direction and: it does not. this fic is so good that it makes me angry. it makes me miserable and everyone in this fic is trying so miserably, miserably hard, and it's fucking devastating. i spent literally thirty minutes earlier today yelling at my wife about it. i cannot rec this fic strongly enough. this is not a happy fic, but it is a good fic. it will absolutely fuck you up. this is very complimentary but also you will be fucked up.

until you are its primary evidence by @ilgaksu, mature, di feisheng/fang duobing/li lianhua. the single most effective use of what is effectively a prologue that i've ever seen in fic, are you kidding me. this fic is nothing at all like what i expected it to be, and is something far better than what i could have imagined. it's fang duobing's point of view, which is a rarity already, and it's so well done, and it allows him so much humanity and so much anger and grace alike. there are so many tricky things about this fic—the prologue, the fact that it's set in the amnesia arc, fang duobing's pov, the fact that it actually addresses canonical disabilities and illnesses without being fucking weird about it, the tension between the three of them—and it's all balanced so well. this has some emotionally heavier moments but ends tentatively happily; tentative only because it's set during the amnesia arc, and, well. we know what comes next.

as a final note: if you wrote one of these fics and feel that i've wildly misinterpreted the emotional tenor of the ending, please message me in whatever way you prefer and i will correct it. i would not normally presume to guess how things are likely hit people, as i am in many ways not anyone's ideal reader, but today it seemed like it was kinder to at least try.

[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Operation Lonely Lion

summary: the first year's misguided attempt to get the two loneliest people on campus together type of post: fic includes: leona (romantic) ace, deuce, jack, epel, and sebek (platonic) additional info: reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

You haven't smiled in days.

You were back in Ramshackle, snug under piles of blankets, warm by the fire, a mug of your favorite hot drink in hand, and you pouted. You moped. You sighed.

You were downright miserable.

"D'you think it's the cold?" Deuce asks, closing the front door delicately, as if the sound might disturb you.

Ace scoffs. "Don't be dense. They've been acting like this since Azul's overblot,"

"Then that's it?"

Ace sticks his hands in his pockets and the two start their long, snowy walk back to the mirror chamber.

"Three overblots in..." Deuce counts on his fingers. "...Four months takes a toll on you."

"You and I know the Prefect better than anyone, and I don't think that's what's causing... this," Ace says.

"Hey, you two!"

Ace and Deuce tense on instinct, taught and upright, shoulders back and stiff like soldiers. But it's only Jack, not their housewarden, jogging to keep up with them in the cold.

"What're you doing out here so late?" he pants, winded from the snow and the ten shopping bags he's carrying on each arm and in each hand.

Ace rolls his eyes, and Deuce replies. "Visiting the Prefect. They've been weird lately... What're all those?"

"Hm?" Jack glances at the bags on his arms, as if he'd forgotten they were there. "Meat."

"Meat?"

"Yeah. Leona's been grumpy all week, and it's stressing Ruggie out, so he's having me run for groceries,"

"In this weather?" Ace grumbles.

Jack ignores him. "You say the Prefect is weird? Are they sick? I could run back to Sam's for medicine,"

"No, not sick. Just..." Deuce says. "Moping around, lying on the floor, sighing all the time."

Jack's ears prick up. The wind howls, blowing bittercold snow over them. It's late in the day, but the three boys suddenly seem more awake than before.

"...Same thing with Leona. I mean, he's always kind of like that, but it's been worse ever since..."

Deuce's eyes widen. "...Ever since the Prefect moved out of his room and back to Ramshackle,"

The wind settles, and the snow with it. Ace sputters, shaking the white stuff off his shoulders.

"That's it? They miss each other?"

Jack scratches the back of his head. "I couldn't imagine living in Ramshackle all alone. No one for company but Grim and ghosts..."

An eerie silence. Ace scoffs. Deuce watches his boots as they crunch the compact snow underfoot. Jack awkwardly adjusts his bags of beef.

Finally, Ace sighs. "Are we all having the same stupid idea?"

First Objective: The Setup

"I hope you guys don't mind, but I brought someone,"

Jack's silhouette casts a shadow over the wobbly, three-legged table Deuce had dragged from the curb, which Ace is decorating with tea lights from their dorm.

"...Uh," Ace says. "Dude, there's no one there. If this is your weird way of saying you wanna take over decorating, you can just ask. I'm not exactly an expert."

"Eh?" Jack jolts. "Oh! I'm in the way."

Ace rolls his eyes as the tall beastman steps aside, leaving a smaller, less scary boy in his place.

"Howdy!" he chimes.

"This is Epel. He's in my class. He's real good with food."

Epel smiles. "Aw, shucks. I just know my way around a barbeque, 'thas all. And anything to get outta dinner with my dorm. Now, 'les see..."

Ace and Deuce step aside, letting Epel have a look at the mountain of meat behind them.

"...Yup," he nods. "I could whip up a good Harveston-style barbeque with this in no time- oh, I'll haveta get some apples from my dorm for the-"

"On it," Jack barks, tearing out of the building as if it were on fire.

Then it's just the three of them, though Epel is already mumbling about spices and marinades under his breath, holding the thawing meat as if it were made of gold.

Weird. Ace looks at Deuce. "Someone's gonna have to get Grim outta the way. The second he hears dinner, he'll come scratching at the door like he's been starved,"

"And Ruggie," Deuce mumbles. "We'll need something that will distract them both..."

Ace smirks. "Leave that to me,"

Second Objective: The Distraction

Ace whistles a merry tune as he slides a plate of doughnuts under a box propped up with a stick, the words "FREE" scribbled on the cardboard in black ink.

Third Objective: The Secret

The smell of spices and cinnamon makes the dim, dirty botanical gardens almost serene. Epel whistles while he works, slicing apples with a precision that's almost superhuman.

Deuce had awkwardly thrown a few empty sacks of seed together, making a tablecloth, and Ace had dragged a few folding chairs out of school storage (may Crewel have mercy on their souls).

Bunsen burners make for good cooking, and Epel was nearly done with the main course.

"...Now, how're we gonna convince those two to come out here?" Ace asks, dusting the last of the dirt off the chairs. "The Prefect'll be easy, but Leona..."

"HALT! WHO GOES THERE!"

Deuce jumps. Epel nearly drops his knife into the open flame. Ace groans. "Please, Sevens, not him,"

Sebek throws open the doors of the gardens, letting a gust of cold winter wind inside. "Ne'er-do-wells! Just as my knightly senses had suspected! State your purpose at once!"

Ace sighs. "Sebek-"

"I shall have your conspiracy turned over to the Headmage- breaking curfew, stealing supplies, and- c-cooking-? What are you making?"

"This? Apples baked in cinnamon, and-" Epel is hushed by a hissing Ace.

"Don't tell him anything. He's a narc,"

"YOUR INSULTS WON'T SAVE YOU FROM A SWIFT AND JUST PUNISHMENT!"

"S-Sebek, wait!" Deuce says. "This isn't what it looks like. We're just... we're trying to... we..."

Sebek's slitted eyes narrow at the meager setup. The broken table, the planter plates, the Bunsen burner barbeque...

"Hmph. I see," he says. The others tense, even the wind seems to wait and listen, and-

"You've arranged a romantic rendezvous for forbidden lovers! Worry not, your secret is safe with me!"

Ace and Deuce both give each other a look. Jack scratches the back of his head. Even Epel is confused.

"How'dya know all that?"

"Hm," Sebek smirks, crossing his arms. "Any fool with eyes and an intimate knowledge of the Briar Valley court rules from six hundred years ago could deduce as much. I was just reading of this sort of affair between a count and a kitchen maid, in which-"

"Alright, alright! Just promise not to tell," Ace sighs.

"As I said, your secret is safe with me. Now, how may I be of service?"

Fourth Objective: The Invitations

"We're going to need a good excuse," Deuce says, pacing. "The Prefect will be easy. But Leona-"

"-Will question every damn thing until 'ya give him a straight answer," Epel sighs. "He's like that at Spelldrive practice, too."

Sebek finishes lighting the last of the tealights, an unexpectedly delicate task for him, and thinks.

"I will retrieve the Prefect. I elect Jack Howl to retrieve Kingscholar- the disrespectful human- as a member of his dorm,"

Jack scratches the back of his neck, glancing awkwardly at the glass ceiling. "I dunno, it's not like he'd treat me any different than the rest of you, but... eh... wait, I've got it. I know what'll get him here for sure! Let's go,"

Sebek is swifter, bursting into Ramshackle with the ardor of a battle cry.

"PREFECT, YOU MUST FOLLOW ME AT ONCE! YOUR DIREBEAST HAS BECOME STUCK INSIDE A FLASK IN THE BOTANICAL GARDENS!"

You pale. "Oh, no, not again!"

Jack walks to Savanaclaw, knocks before coming into Leona's room, and talks with feigned worry.

"Leona, come quick! Vil tripped on one of the sleeves of his dorm uniform like you always say he's going to, and he fell and-"

Leona shoots up straight in bed. "Where?"

"-In the botanical gardens, and-"

The Housewarden is already putting on his shoes, smiling like he just won something. "Face-first? In the dirt?"

"...Uh, sure, but- aren't you worried-"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, it's a real tragedy," he stands, making sure his phone camera is ready.

"Lead the way."

Fifth Objective: The Date

"We really didn't think this one through, huh?"

Ace grumbles, watching you and Leona walk towards the botanical garden from different directions. Deuce glances at him.

"No music, no entertainment, no warning, no-"

"Well, we got plenty 'a food, so quit your whining and help me plate these!" Epel shouts.

Ace and Deuce wince. "Man, he can be scary when he wants to,"

The glass doors of the gardens swing open, and Leona and you nearly walk right into each other. You stumble, almost into the dirt, but Leona catches you by the arm.

"Ah- Leona?"

"Herbivore?"

"Sssuuurpriiiise...." Ace says, forcing a weak smile.

You and Leona both look at him, then at the ugly table, then at Epel, still crouched over the burner on the floor.

And then...

"Heh. Haha, hahahaha!"

You both burst into laughter, losing your balance and tumbling into the grass and dirt. Ace and Deuce stand over you, waiting for you to breathe again.

"...It's not that funny," Ace mutters.

Leona stands first, and then pulls you to your feet like a proper gentleman. He dusts the dirt off his pants.

"You froshes are really something else. This is all for us?"

Deuce nods. "We thought-" but Ace slaps a hand over his mouth and smiles. "Just... go with it?"

...And you do.

For all of two hours preparation, the date is surprisingly fancy... in... its own way. The food is good, the seating is comfortable, and Sebek even recites his favorite poetry in place of music.

At least you're smiling again. That counts as a success for the first years.

And at the end of it, even Leona looks pleased.

"You kids don't know when to give up, I'll give you that," he grins. "But I'm still gonna kill all of you for this tomorrow."

They laugh awkwardly.

The End

After handing your unfinished food to the drooling first-years, you clear your throat.

"So, Grim's not... really stuck in a flask, is he? That was a lie to get me here?"

They shake their heads, and you sigh. "Can never be too sure... where is he, anyway?"

"Probably in a box outside," Ace says without thinking, and Epel smacks him upside the head.

"What?"

Deuce sighs. "See... the thing is, Ace had this thought..."

Your eyes widen as he explains, and you stand, going straight for the door. Leona and the first years follow.

"Come on!" Leona yells after you. "There's no way anyone would actually fall for such a stupid-"

You pull the aforementioned box off the ground, and Ruggie and Grim are curled up beneath it, both covered in icing, jam, and sugar, snoozing away.

You all sigh, and Leona smirks.

"Seems like someone had an even better time than us,"

[manikas-whims]

LADS Men & the type of cats they are

in honor of the new quad banner ♡

RAFAYEL (Nyafayel)

🐾 picky eater, will not eat dry food and will make a yucky face at canned food, wants you to cook proper meals everyday, and wants you to diversify the meals

🐾 will knock over every article from your work desk, bedside table, kitchen counter, etc. while looking right into your eyes with his most defiant and naughty “try me” expression 😌

🐾 usually chill but will want all your attention in the presence of others; be it cats or humans..clingy af at night..will howl outside your room’s door until you let him in and let him sleep with you in bed..

🐾 also the type to wail when you leave him alone at home to go to work, and immediately smothers you with licks and rubs the moment you come back

🐾 hisses at water, will accidentally scratch you when you try to give him a bath..yet at the same time, enjoys being pampered..he's the type who sees you doing makeup & wants you to put it on him as well 🎀

XAVIER (Catvier)

🐾 a lazy cat (cats do sleep around 16~18 hours)..one of those who fall into a deep slumber and you're just left shaking and calling him, concerned..and then he just lazily yawns and looks at you with the most innocent, confused gaze 🥺

🐾 slow blinks at you at random moments to express how much he loves you..also rubs his head against your legs and purrs, wraps tail around your leg,..kinda territorial, hisses if you smell like someone else..

🐾 loves food, is kind of a glutton..you need to stop feeding him..just because he meows sadly at you every hour doesn't mean he's hungry

🐾 does those weird cat things like sleep in awful postures, might stand on two feet and stare at you n do other weird shit lol

🐾 hates being toyed with but will immediately jump at the laser pointer lol..really sharp at spotting house lizards and mouse..will immediately catch them (topple alot of stuff in the process) and bring them to you as gifts

ZAYNE (Zaynyan)

🐾 is a gentleman and doesn't disturb you..sits nearby while you work so he can easily climb into your lap and offer comfort if you start feeling stressed or tired

🐾 not very vocal but there are days when he really wants affection, and on those days, he silently approaches you, headbutts you and meows softly, patiently waiting for you to pet him 🥺

🐾 not a talkative kitty but responds to everything you say..you call his name and he'll meow with affection, you ask if he's hungry and replies with a soft yet prolonged meow, you ask if wants to play and he meows cheerfully

🐾 very well-behaved, loves self-grooming but also never bothers you when it comes to bathing and grooming..sits like a good boy even when you're trimming his nails

🐾 does the most perfect loaf, may climb onto your belly when you're lying down and loaf onto your belly lol..is a baker kitty and will start kneading when he's feeling extra affectionate

SYLUS (Meowlus)

🐾 an outdoor kitty, sometimes disappears for a day or two and just when you start feeling a little concerned, he’s tiptoeing back in through the flap in your door..may be covered in dirt or even small nicks and cuts from fights he picks with the strays

🐾 makes you chase him around the house the moment he realises you're going to give him a bath..but the moment he's put in the tub, he's actually enjoying it..might cozy up there for far longer than necessary

🐾 very confident..do not yell at him for anything because he will growl and snarl back..doesn't like it when you scold him..also the type to catch mice n other small animals but he likes toying with them for fun 😭

🐾 there are days when you come across him meowing along to some tune..he's a talented singer, also likes to sing his meows when you're preparing his meal

🐾 will not let you pet him much..like he'll let you stroke his fur for a while and then suddenly when he gets overwhelmed by it, he will bite your hand lol (my cat does this sometimes 😭) actually likes play-biting

thank you @irandial ♡ for suggesting Zayne’s kitty name

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[ashthesalamipiece]

Omg hey love ur stuff🫣 u should totes do one with bakugo family and the two teens where Katsuki always flirting with his wife and the kids are all grossed out but it’s always silly and cut until then one day he makes a lowkey inappropriate comment to her in the kitchen thinking he’s out of earshot and the kids crash out 😭😭

Enjoy♡

"We Get It, You're in Love"

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Family, Humor, Slight Inappropriate Joke, Teens Being Dramatic, Domestic Bakugo

Word count: ~1,200

---

“We get it, you’re in love,” your daughter groaned, chin in hand as she stabbed at her broccoli like it had personally offended her.

“Seriously,” your son added, eyes narrowed. “It’s been like, what? Twenty years? Calm down.”

Bakugo only smirked as he leaned over your shoulder, whispering something against your ear that made your breath hitch and your cheeks burn. He was still holding a spatula.

"Don't see you cookin' for anyone that looks like your mom."

You snorted despite yourself. "Katsuki."

Your daughter gagged so loud it echoed.

“I’m moving out,” she declared.

“You’re sixteen,” you replied.

“I’ll fake my own death.”

Your son nodded solemnly. “We could start a support group. Children of Parents Who Can’t Keep It PG.”

Bakugo just flipped the next pancake onto a plate like he hadn’t just caused psychological damage to two entire minors.

---

This was normal.

Bakugo was soft with you in ways no one outside the house got to see. He’d come up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist while you cooked. Pull you into his lap during family movie nights. Leave sticky notes on the fridge like “Don’t forget you’re hot. Also we need eggs.”

The kids? They never stood a chance.

“God,” your daughter once muttered while you kissed Bakugo’s cheek on your way out of the room. “I hope I never fall in love.”

You winked at her. “You say that now.”

Bakugo grinned. “You’re just mad you’ll never land someone as cool as your old man.”

Your son physically left the room.

---

But then came The Incident.

---

It was a Sunday. Quiet. Peaceful. The kids were allegedly upstairs. You were drying dishes while Bakugo washed, sleeves rolled up, hair damp from a shower, looking like he stepped straight out of a husband thirst trap.

He leaned in, voice low. “Y’know, you keep bendin’ over like that, and I’m gonna start thinkin’ less about dishes and more about how good you'd look on this counter.”

Your hands froze on the plate.

There was a sound.

Not from you.

Not from Bakugo.

But from behind the fridge.

Then—

CRASH.

The broom fell, and along with it, two eavesdropping teenagers who had clearly been loitering just long enough to hear the exact moment their souls left their bodies.

“OH MY GOD,” your daughter shrieked, scrambling to her feet. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“COUNTER?!” your son howled. “WE EAT HERE!”

Bakugo blinked. “You shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’.”

“YOU SHOULDN’T BE SAYING THAT,” your daughter cried, hands in her hair. “THIS IS A FAMILY HOME.”

You were halfway between laughing and curling into a ball. “Katsuki…”

“WHAT DID HE EVEN MEAN,” your son wailed. “WAS IT A METAPHOR?! I HOPE IT WAS A METAPHOR.”

Bakugo wiped his hands calmly with a dish towel. “It wasn’t.”

Your daughter let out the kind of scream reserved for horror movies. Your son gagged so dramatically he actually stumbled backward into the pantry.

“I’M GONNA DIE,” he groaned. “I’M GONNA DIE AND COME BACK TO LIFE JUST TO BE TRAUMATIZED AGAIN.”

---

That night, the house was suspiciously quiet.

Too quiet.

You curled into Bakugo’s side on the couch, still laughing into his shoulder.

“They’re never gonna forget that.”

“Good,” he muttered smugly, arm around you. “Maybe they’ll stop complainin’ when I kiss you in the kitchen.”

“I don’t think this helped your case.”

“Nah. I’m just settin’ expectations. Gotta know their dad’s a romantic.”

You snorted. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

He grinned against your temple.

“You love it.”

...Okay, yeah. You did.

---

The next morning, the kids sat across from each other at breakfast, dead-eyed.

Your son took a bite of toast like it tasted like betrayal. Your daughter refused to look at the counter.

You came in with a smile. “Morning, sweethearts!”

They grunted.

Bakugo followed behind you, kissed the side of your head as he passed. “Mornin’, babe.”

Your daughter held up a hand like a cop at a crime scene. “I will call the police.”

You just laughed. This was your circus. These were your monkeys.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[howlingmoonrise]

honestly i kind of figured that, other than bounties and rewards, lxy and sgd had stumbled upon lost unclaimed treasures (such as those in the nanyin tomb, minus them belonging to an actual tomb because as stated before lxy was trying to be Good) while looking for techniques and items to further their martial arts. sgd might also have contributed with some shady funds.

there's also the part where lxy in particular canonly defeated at least one big name in the jianghu, so i wonder if they didn't absorb the resources those people had (because if they were Evil then surely it would be morally correct to divest them of it, especially without a proper court in place for those kinds of cases, like baichuan court would come to be).

AND ANOTHER THING, I say, coming back into the tag with an unrelated question for the fine minds here in MLC fandom: how the fuck did baby li xiangyi afford to even found the sigu sect. He's like seventeen! max!! shan gudao presumably has built up a cushion of funds from fucking about on his lonesome in the jianghu for (mumble) years and probably doing some sketchy shit while unsupervised (and also fathering fang doubing, because the timeline of MLC is even more nonsense otherwise), and, I assume, the other people of sigu sect helped bankroll it, but still!

li xiangyi is seventeen? max?? somewhere between fifteen and seventeen?? and sigu sect is fucking big. that is a lot of very fancy land and buildings, and also a lot of very fancy stuff in general, where did this orphan street rat raised on the side of a mountain get the money for that? I assume he was sent out with like. some money to Not Starve, but I don't think he was sent out with 'found a rich ass sect' money.

like I guess bounties? rewards from grateful people he saved??? very explicitly not the imperial court, I think, given he's like 'we have nothing to do with them we cannot compromise our ethics' argument with shan gudao, so...???

I know it's Not That Deep, but also, blease, things cost money, how do you afford your fancy boy hair crown and robes.

[kunareads]

worst behavior

sukuna x reader

sukuna doesn't just like to argue with you. he likes to lose.

masterlist

wc: 5.7k

this is 5.7k words of straight porn. IN MY DEFENSE, i think about being mean to him everyday.

content: friend!sukuna, smut!!! kissing, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v sex, choking, some overstimulation, gagging (she stuffs her panties in his mouth call it what you want), reader wants to strangle him lowkey

18+ please <3

the cabin hums with warmth, the scent of firewood and something sweet drifting through the air. outside, snow blankets the trees, and cold wind howls against the windows. inside, easy laughter and the comfortable chaos of a weekend ski trip. the kind of night that makes you glad you came along.

sukuna arrives late, kicking the door open with a gust of icy air. He drops his bag like he owns the place. he tracks snow inside, ignoring complaints, slings an arm over the couch, and gives you this stupid look like he's waiting for you to say something. so you do.

you tell him to shut the fuck up before he even has the chance to speak, and his grin only widens, eyes glinting with something sharper than amusement.

it doesn't stop there. over the weekend, he lingers in your space, testing your patience with a practiced ease. he blocks your view of the tv until you kick him. he interrupts you mid-sentence just to get a reaction. he bumps into you, unnecessary and on purpose, his hand catching your waist for a second too long before he steps back with a grin like he's daring you to push him harder.

you do. you bite back every time with sharp words, sharper looks. and each time, his smirk turns lazy, satisfied.

it's not just teasing. it's calculated. the way he watches your mouth when you argue. the way his voice drops when he gets close like he knows exactly what he's doing.

you don't plan to give him the satisfaction.

+++

the cabin is quieter now. most of the group has dispersed to their rooms or sprawled out in the living room. the only sounds are the faint creak of floorboards under your socks and the low hum of the refrigerator as you rummage for snacks.

you're barely two bites into a cookie when you hear a familiar chuckle.

"midnight cravings?"

you glance up as sukuna strolls into the kitchen, moving with his typical cockiness. he's ditched his hoodie, leaving his tattoos exposed under a plain black t-shirt that fits a little too well.

"something like that," you say, narrowing your eyes as he steps closer. "shouldn't you be asleep?"

"couldn't sleep," he replies casually as he reaches past you, unnecessarily, into the cabinet. his arm brushes against yours, just enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin. your breath catches before you can stop it. sukuna notices.

"do you mind?" you ask, crossing your arms.

"not at all," he says, watching you, amused as he leans against the counter across from you. he doesn't take his eyes off you as he opens the cookie package, inspecting the contents.

"you're insufferable," you mutter, shaking your head.

he chuckles at your expression, and then, just to be an ass, he reaches out, plucks the cookie from your hand, and takes a bite.

you stare at him, speechless. then irritation bubbles up, hot and sharp. "you—"

"—shouldn't eat so much sugar this late?" he finishes smoothly, chewing like he's enjoying himself. "i know. just looking out for you."

"you're a nightmare."

his gaze flickers to your mouth. "you like it."

you feel the air shift.

it's not the first time he's looked at you like this, but it feels different tonight. charged. his grin sharpens each time you snap at him, like he's feeding off it.

"you've been messing with me all weekend," you say, sharply. "why?"

"i like the way you look at me when you're pissed," he shrugs. "nothing else like it."

your stomach flips.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"exactly what it sounds like," he says, his voice low.

the casual way he says it makes your pulse quicken. you hate how your body reacts to him. hate that you're noticing the way his voice dips lower, the way the air between you feels warmer.

"you're so full of yourself, sukuna," you mutter, shaking your head.

"i've been called worse."

you should end this here. roll your eyes and walk away. instead, you stay rooted in place, staring him down.

and sukuna, predictably, steps closer.

he's obviously baiting you. but there's something real under his teasing now, something undeniable in the way his gaze drops to your lips.

your instinct is to push him back, to say something biting. but you don't. you tilt your chin up, refusing to back down.

his fingers curl at your hips.

"tell me to stop," he says, his voice softer now.

you don't.

his smirk sharpens just slightly. "that's what i thought."

then he kisses you.

it's slow at first, like he's savoring the moment. his mouth moves against yours, teasing, testing. until you pull him closer, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him against you.

and his composure breaks.

sukuna growls against your lips, his hands tightening on your waist as he deepens the kiss, his body pressing into yours, pinning you against the counter. he bites your bottom lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue, a low groan escaping his throat when you slide your fingers into his hair.

you're both too lost in it to notice the footsteps approaching.

choso's voice cuts through the haze, flat and unimpressed. "please don't fuck in the kitchen."

you break apart instantly, your heart slamming against your ribs. sukuna, to his credit, barely looks fazed. his chest rises and falls heavily, his lips red and swollen, but he meets choso's stare without flinching.

"then get the fuck out," he says, voice rough.

when choso exits, grabbing the bag of chips he came for, there's silence.

then, sukuna turns back to you, grinning.

"my room. five minutes," you tell him.

his eyes flicker with something dark, his grin sharpening at the edges. "five minutes?"

you tilt your head, unbothered. "if you're not there, i'm taking care of myself."

for the first time this weekend, sukuna hesitates. he exhales deeply, looks at you for a second longer, and then he grins, slow and wolfish.

"five minutes."

+++

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment. the heat in your body hasn't cooled, not even close. if anything, it's harder to ignore now.

you don't rush. you glance around the room instead, fixing little things. you smooth the blanket, push your bag further under the bed, move a hoodie that's not even in the way.

you glance at the clock. two minutes left. a smile tugs at your lips. can he even last that long?

then the door creaks open. sukuna steps inside, shutting it behind him with an almost lazy push. early.

you sit on the edge of the bed and let the silence stretch a bit. "you're early."

he leans against the door, smirk lazy but his stance tense, coiled. waiting. "got impatient," he says, voice low. already making excuses.

your lips twitch. figures.

you tilt your head, watching him. he doesn't move closer. just stands there, gaze lingering on your face like he's waiting for something.

"well?" you murmur. "you made it. what now?"

his smirk lingers, but there's something darker there. "i was hoping you'd tell me."

"shouldn't you already know?" you muse. "considering how long you've been thinking about this."

his eyes flick to your mouth before settling back on your eyes. "maybe." a pause. "but i like the way you handle things."

you hum, letting your nails drag lightly down his chest. his breath stills. "then lock the door."

he doesn't hesitate. the click echoes in the silence before he crosses over to stand in front of you.

"bossy looks good on you," he murmurs.

your lips curl. "i'll keep that in mind."

you trace your fingers up his torso, watching the way his muscles twitch beneath your touch.

"what do you want, sukuna?" you ask, voice soft but firm.

his grin sharpens, his breathing unsteady. "depends on what you're offering."

a challenge.

your pulse thrums at the thought. he's giving you an opening, one you would've made for your self had he not offered.

you rise from the bed, tilting your chin up to hold his gaze. he observes you, the edges of his lips still curled as usual, but there's something else there now. his breath has slowed, his body tense, waiting.

"how bad do you want it?" you ask, fingers tracing a slow line along his jaw.

he squirms a bit beneath your touch. "bad," he answers, his voice already rough.

your lips twitch. of course, he does.

"then do what i say," you murmur, letting your fingers trail down his neck, pressing lightly a the base of his throat. you feel his exhale stutter.

his expression doesn't waver, but you feel the way his body reacts. his shoulders are tight, chest rising slow and deep, pulse pounding against your fingers as he moves to hold your hips.

"hands off," you say, your voice quiet but firm. "if you can't keep them to yourself, we're done."

there's a flicker of something in his eyes, maybe defiance or pride. restraint. but after a moment, he drops his hands to his sides.

"now," you say, your voice calculated. "get on the bed."

the flicker of hesitation is gone just as fast as it came. he obeys, sinking onto the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, his legs spread just enough to make something hot coil in your stomach.

"take off your shirt."

"yes, ma'am," he says, smile widening.

you roll your eyes. "don't push it."

he pulls the fabric over his head and tosses it aside. his tattoos stand out stark against his skin, broad shoulders tapering into lean muscle.

you step forward, dragging a finger down the center of his chest, feeling the sharp inhale he takes at your touch.

"you look good like this," you murmur, watching his muscles twitch beneath your fingers.

his throat bobs when you trace over his ribs, his jaw going tight. "i'd look better with you on top of me."

"not yet," you hum.

his smirk falters just slightly, impatience creeping in. his hands flex against the sheets. he wants to touch you.

good.

you hook a finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes. "you like following orders, sukuna?"

he inhales sharply, but he doesn't look away.

"…yeah," he admits. then, after a beat, softer, "from you."

your stomach tightens. you knew, but hearing it out loud sends heat curling through you.

"then be good," you say, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. "and follow directions."

for once, he doesn't act smart. he just nods, slow and a little dazed.

you drop to your knees, settling between his legs. a sharp inhale rattles his chest. he doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. his hands stay at his sides, fingers twitching against the sheets.

"tell me if you want me to stop," you murmur, dragging your nails lightly up his thighs, just barely touching him.

he swallows hard. "i'll let you know."

you press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his abdomen, just above the waistband of his sweatpants. his stomach tenses beneath your lips.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets.

you smirk. he's trying so hard to keep still for you.

"you're really fucking hard," you muse, pressing a soft kiss over the fabric of his pants.

his hips twitch slightly as he inhales, trying to be patient. "you're a fucking tease."

"i know."

you palm him through the fabric, slow and deliberate. he tenses, a low groan slipping free.

"what do you want?" you ask, deceptively sweet.

"i want your fucking mouth," he grits out, his hips pressing against your hand despite himself.

you snap the waistband of his pants, smiling. "ask nicely."

he huffs. he's stubborn. for a moment, his pride nearly wins. but when you slide your hand up his length, teasing, his resolve crumbles.

"please."

"please, what?"

a beat. his breath is shaky now. "please, put your fucking mouth on me."

"good boy."

his whole body tenses at that, his dick twitching, but you don't give him a second to dwell.

"take them off," you order.

he lifts his hips to shove his sweatpants down. his boxers go with them and his dick springs free, flushed and leaking. desperate.

you meet his gaze as you press a kiss to his base, dragging your tongue along his shaft. his abs tense, a soft sigh slipping free.

"fuck," he mutters, wrecked already.

"sensitive," you hum.

his hips jerk when you take him in. his response is immediate—a sharp inhale, a low, desperate groan. his hips twitch, but he forces himself still.

"fuck, just like that," he rasps, his voice strained.

you set the pace, hollowing your cheeks, working him slow, letting him feel every flick of your tongue, every shift of pressure. his breathing turns ragged, his body tight with restraint.

you pull off slightly, a thin string of spit connecting your lips to him. his jaw locks, his hands grasping at the sheets tighter.

still watching him, you let your spit drip onto his length, slow and messy.

his whole body clenches, his dick flexing against his stomach. "fuck." his voice almost shakes.

you use your hand to spread it, twisting your wrist as you stroke him. he's flushed, completely at your mercy now.

"look at you," you coo, watching the way he reacts. "all worked up, and i've barely done anything."

he groans at that, his hips rolling involuntarily.

"you're gonna be good for me, right?" you tease, continuing your movements.

"yeah." it's barely a whisper.

you take him back into your mouth, swallowing him deeper. he shudders, letting out a moan. "so fucking good," he groans.

then his hand tangles in your hair, instinctive and desperate. you pull away instantly, releasing him with a soft pop.

he whines. an honest, sharp, needy whine. his hips jerk involuntarily. "fuck, what—"

"what did i tell you?" you ask, arching a brow.

his jaw clenches. "shit."

"if you can't follow directions, we're done," you say, your voice firm.

"please don't," he groans, dick twitching against his stomach, desperate.

"then behave."

you lean in, licking a slow stripe up his length before sucking him deep. his whole body shudders.

"fuck," he gasps, voice breaking.

you work him harder now, your pace quick and steady, your hand stroking his base as you take him deeper. his moans are distraught, raw.

"shit, i'm close," he warns, his voice wrecked. you only hum, the vibrations making him shudder.

"fuck, please, fuck—"

his body locks up, and then he's gone. his dick pulses as he spills onto your tongue. a deep, broken moan rips from his chest, his fingers twisting into the sheets as he shudders through it.

you swallow every drop, sucking him through the aftershocks. he twitches, his breathing uneven, thighs shaking beneath your hands. "fuck," he mutters.

you pull back slowly, dragging your tongue over his tip one last time before sitting up. you tilt your head, watching him recover. "you look good like this."

his lips twitch. "yeah?"

you hum, trailing a finger along his cheek, tilting his chin so he meets your gaze.

you know he's still recovering, but that doesn't mean you're done with him.

+++

sukuna sinks back against the mattress, arms lax at his sides, his chest still rising and falling unevenly. his eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips slightly parted, but his smirk is back.

you tilt your head, observing him.

"tapping out already?" you muse, letting your fingers trace his ribs.

his muscles twitch under your touch, but his grin sharpens. even now, ruined and spent, he has the nerve to look cocky.

"not a fucking chance."

he shifts, watching as you stand, as you move toward the dresser and hook your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, sliding them down slowly.

by the time you're fully bare, sukuna is staring.

"fuck," he whispers, the word slipping out before he can catch it.

you let him have the moment. let him drink you in, let him feel the anticipation build until it's suffocating him.

then you tilt your head at him. "get on your knees, sukuna."

for a split second, something like hesitation flickers in his expression. then it's gone.

he slides off the bed, moving to where you are and sinking to his knees before you. his breath is warm against your skin, you watch his his hands flex.

"can i touch you?" he asks, his voice rough.

you tilt his chin up slightly. "ask nicely."

his jaw tightens in frustration, his pride clearly hanging by a thread. he licks his lips, blows out a breath, and gives in. "please."

you hum in consideration before threading your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him inhale sharply. "you can touch me."

his hands snap up instantly, holding your thighs, fingers pressing into them like he's been starving for it. his lips part, his breath warm and hot, and he leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your knee.

it's so different from how he usually is, calculated and cocky. he takes his time, committing it to memory, dragging his mouth higher, higher, each kiss heavier than the last.

you exhale softly as his hands slide up, parting your legs, his movements careful. he's waiting for you to pull him closer.

"don't tease me," you murmur, your voice coming out softer than you intended.

he smirks against your skin, teeth grazing your inner thigh. "go ahead. stop me."

you grab his hair, tilting his head up, forcing him to meet your eyes. "watch your fucking mouth, sukuna."

he falters, just slightly, but there's something fierce in his gaze now. "let me keep going."

you nod, anticipation coiling inside you.

his fingers part you, a quiet sigh escaping as his eyes land on your core. he licks a broad stripe along your slit, and a shudder rolls through you.

his tongue moves slowly at first, savoring, like he's learning you. his groan is low, vibrating through you.

his restraint is obvious in the way his grip on you lingers rather than bruises, in the way his exhale stutters against your skin. he's holding back.

you tug lightly at his hair, testing. he whimpers. "don't hold out on me," you murmur, breathless.

he exhales sharply, his fingers flexing as he finally gives in. he moves with purpose, licking through your slick before his lips close around your clit, sucking, pulling a gasp from your throat.

sukuna groans, guttural, and it hits you. he's starving for this.

heat floods through you. he wants you so bad. his fingers moving up to your hips, his desperation obvious in the way he works you, messy and unhinged.

you tip your head back, breath ragged, hands threading through his hair.

"fuck, you're so good," you murmur. you feel him moan. a deep, broken sound muffled by the way he's devouring you.

he growls against you, his hands flexing, and then—

you're moving.

he sets you onto the dresser with an ease that makes your stomach flip.

your back hits the mirror, the cool glass biting into your skin, a shocking contrast to the heat of his mouth. you blink down at him, dazed.

he grins against your skin.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you snap, but there's no bite to it.

his lips brush your inner thigh, his breath hot against you. "shh," he murmurs, licking higher. "let me have some fun."

you should shove him off. push him back. say something mean.

instead, you spread your legs wider.

he sighs, drunk on the sight of you.

his mouth is back on you quickly, lapping through your slick, his grip bruising now, holding you open.

"fuck," you gasp, writhing under him at the way he works you.

he groans like he's getting off on this, and then you feel his fingers press against your entrance.

"you taste so fucking good," he mutters, voice muffled as a thrill rushes through you

"sukuna—"

he pushes in, slow and deep, and your composure shatters.

his fingers curl immediately, perfectly, pressing into the spot that makes you jerk against his mouth.

he chuckles against you, dark and satisfied. "that's it," he mutters. "take it."

his pace is measured, his fingers stretching you open, pushing deeper, fucking you slow and devastating.

his mouth never stops. his tongue flicks against your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers, and pleasure coils tight in your stomach.

"fuck, you're squeezing me," he mutters, his voice thick with awe.

you grind against his face, basically riding his fingers now, and he lets you.

"so needy," he teases.

"shut up and keep going," you pant, your whole body trembling.

his pace quickens. his fingers stroke, curl, push, driving you higher. you sit up straighter, your breath catching, your nails digging into his scalp.

his eyes flick up to yours, burning. hungry.

"don't look away," he rasps. it sounds like a plea. "tell me how good it feels."

"sukuna—"

"tell me," he growls, the sound vibrating against your core.

"so fucking good," you moan, pleasure mounting. "it feels so fucking good."

your orgasm hits fast, pleasure splintering through you, your body arching, tightening, breaking apart.

sukuna moans, licking you through it, his fingers fucking you through every second.

"fuck—" your thighs tremble, your hands clutching at his hair, trying to pull away.

it's too much. too much.

but he just tightens his grip, locking you in place, still working, pushing you deeper.

"sukuna," you plead.

he knows. he can feel the way you tremble, can hear your sharp inhale, can feel the way your thighs try to clamp around his head.

but he doesn't let up.

"you can take it."

"fuck." your legs shake. "wait—"

he sucks your clit into his mouth again, harder, his fingers pushing deeper, curling just right.

the heat coils too fast, too intense. you whine, your nails scrape the mirror behind you.

"sukuna, i—"

he groans, dragging his tongue through your slick, addicted.

"c'mon, sweetheart. let go."

your whole body tenses. teetering. and then the tension snaps.

you gush. your hips jerk violently, pleasure ripping through you as you soak his face, his hands, the dresser beneath you.

"oh, fuck—"

sukuna growls, holding you open, watching, taking in every second. he looks drunk, reverent. his fingers keep stroking, slower now, dragging out every aftershock.

"fuck, baby, you're still going."

your head tips back helplessly, your thighs twitching. he licks you through it, relishing every drop.

"look at you," he hums, his voice thick. "full of surprises."

he presses a soft kiss to your thigh, sucking a mark there, claiming you before he leans back, staring at you like he's never seen anything as beautiful.

you watch as he pulls back fully, that hungry look still on his face. his hands tense at his sides like he's fighting the urge to pull you back on him.

"get up," you murmur, your voice light.

he meets your eyes. you see the flicker of hesitation, but he obeys, pushing himself up. his gaze is heavy as you move slowly off the dresser and toward the bed, as you grab your panties from where they were previously discarded.

"come lie down."

you watch him settle with his back against the headboard, his dick hard and leaking against his stomach.

"i want you to be quiet, sukuna."

his eyes flicker with something darker. hungrier.

you ball up your panties. "open your mouth."

his lips part before he can even think about it. you press the soaked fabric between them, stuffing it into his mouth.

"like i said," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "don't make a sound."

he's looking at you like you hung the stars, his dick twitching underneath you.

you hold his shoulders to lift yourself up, and when you sink down onto him slowly, his whole body trembles.

he moves immediately, almost desperately, his hands gripping your waist, sliding up your back, pressing you against him. his face buries into your chest, his breath hot against your skin.

you cradle his head between your arms, running your fingers through his hair, allowing it. allowing him.

you roll your hips, testing, feeling the way his jaw clenches like he's physically biting down a sound. his whole body jerks, his forehead moving to press against your shoulder as he breathes through his nose, sharp and uneven.

"you can hold on, can't you?"

he nods, but it's shaky.

you smirk, dragging your nails down his back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath your hands. you start a rhythm, grinding against him slowly.

his nails dig into your back. you can feel it. he's breaking. he's clinging to you, his hold desperate, his body taut with restraint. he needs to hold it together for you.

"mm," you hum, rolling your hips. "you're doing so good for me. such a good boy, sukuna."

his whole body tenses at the praise. his grip tightens. and then you pick up the pace, riding him faster, harder, feeling him tremble beneath you.

his arms lock around you, his body shaking with the effort to keep quiet as you bounce in his lap. he's struggling.

"don't break," you murmur against his temple, your nails dragging along his scalp. "i know you can take it."

his breath stutters, his hands clenching on you. but he's so quiet. until he isn't.

a deep, muffled groan breaks through the fabric in his mouth.

you immediately stop moving. his whole body goes tense.

his fingers dig into your skin, panicked like he already knows what's coming.

you grip his jaw, forcing his head back against the headboard, making him look at you. his eyes snap open. he looks distressed. undone.

you drag your thumb across his bottom lip, watching the way his eyes close as his face follows the movement.

"you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

he looks up at you, something dangerous flashing across his features.

you roll your hips again, just slightly, to punish him.

his chest rises fast beneath you. you watch his jaw tighten, his throat bobbing. then, with a slow, deliberate tilt of his head, he spits the fabric onto the mattress.

before you can even speak, his tongue flicks out, swiping over your thumb, sucking it into his mouth. he wants to give you a second to process, to feel the shift. but he can't. his patience is gone.

his grip on you tightens fast. in one sharp motion, you're flipped on your stomach, hips lifted into the air.

his hand settles firmly on the back of your neck, holding you there.

"stay down," he murmurs. "so fuckin' pretty like this."

he drags his knuckles down your back, along your thigh, but he doesn't touch you where you need him.

a shiver runs through you, frustration and arousal curling in your stomach, but you don't fight him, don't say anything.

"been teasing me all night," he mutters, his voice low, sharp, cutting through you. "think it's cute to test me?"

you try to lift your head to answer him, but his hand presses firmer against your neck, pushing you back down into the mattress.

you suck in a breath, your pulse thrumming, anticipation curling tight inside you.

his grip locks onto your hips. one pull and he's all the way inside you. your cry is instant at the stretch, the way he fills you all at once. "fuck," he says, his voice dark. "there she is."

he holds you tight, his breath uneven. for a moment, he just stays there, buried inside you, feeling you flex around him.

then he pulls back, almost all the way out, before slamming into you again.

your fingers claw at the sheets, a sharp gasp ripping through your throat.

his chuckle is dark, satisfied. "that's what the fuck i thought."

he sets a brutal pace, deep thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. his hand tightens at the back of your neck, keeping you pressed into the mattress, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

he's holding you there like he's afraid to let go. his voice is rough against your skin. "fuck, baby—"

you whimper as he slams into you again. your whole body arches at the feeling, heat licking at the base of your spine.

his hand slides down, fingers wrapping around your throat, pulling you up against him. his lips press against the shell of your ear, his breath hot, chest heaving against your back.

"feel so good like this," he murmurs, almost in awe of you. "taking me so well, sweetheart."

you moan and shudder, reaching back and digging your nails into his bicep, your head tilting back against his shoulder.

his other arm tightens around your waist like he can't bear to have any space between you.

"you're so fucking sexy," he exhales, his voice thick with something real. "been thinking about you all fucking weekend."

his next thrust is deep, punishing.

you cry out and his hand moves instantly. not to restrain you, but to cradle your throat and jaw, tilting your chin back so he can kiss you.

it's hungry, desperate. his teeth catch at your lip, his tongue sweeping into our mouth, his groan low as he drinks you in.

"tell me you want this," he murmurs, voice thick.

you clench around him, your breath breaking. your brain doesn't process exactly what he said, just that he wants you to speak. so you do.

"you're so fucking deep inside me, 'kuna," you gasp, your voice raw. "want you to fill me up, please keep fucking me, don't stop—"

he groans loudly, his hand on your throat tightening, his restraint cracking completely.

"fucking hell," he mutters, like he's about to lose himself, like you've just broken him.

"please," you gasp, your voice breaking, "want it, give it to me, make me cum on your dick—"

sukuna snaps.

"my god—"

his pace turns merciless, his hand moving from your waist to press on your lower stomach, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, chasing the high that's so close you can taste it.

your eyes squeeze shut, a cry slipping from your lips.

"so fucking good, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice feverish. "you're taking me so well, so perfect—"

his hand slides lower, rubbing tight, perfect circles around your clit.

his pace stays punishing, long, sharp thrusts that make your whole body tense.

"fuck," you gasp, your voice breaking.

he feels it the second it happens.

your whole body tenses, your walls clenching down on him so hard it nearly makes him stutter.

"fucking cum all over my dick, baby," he mutters, his voice thick. "god, look at you."

he doesn't stop. your legs tremble violently, pleasure slamming into you in sharp, rolling waves.

he fucks you through it, not slowing, dragging it out until it's unbearable.

"sh-shit, sukuna—"

your thighs snap shut around his hand, trying to push him away, too sensitive.

"fuck, you're still cumming, huh?" he murmurs, his voice ruined.

you can't stop trembling, gasping, the aftershocks still rippling through you.

he groans loudly, burying himself deep.

"fuck—fuck, take it," he groans, his own orgasm barreling into him.

his breath catches, and his body tenses hard as he spills inside you, his sigh rough and satisfying against your ear.

the air between you is thick with heat as you both come down, your breaths ragged and uneven, bodies drenched in sweat. sukuna stays inside you for a long moment, his weight solid and grounding, his forehead pressed against the curve of your shoulder.

neither of you speak at first.

your heartbeat is still erratic, your body still trembling slightly, every muscle loose.

his hands soften, wrapping around your torso as he holds you to him, feeling your short, uneven breaths. he exhales, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. soft. reverent.

"breathe, baby," he murmurs, voice quiet now. "i got you."

you close your eyes for a second, exhaling and letting yourself melt into him. a long moment passes.

then, slowly, he pulls out, the loss making you hiss. you barely have time to process his absence before he lays you down and the bed shifts. your eyes flicker open as he disappears to the bathroom.

you just hum softly, too exhausted to move, stretching your legs out and feeling the faint ache between your thighs.

you feel a little dazed, like your brain hasn't quite caught up yet.

the mattress shifts again, and a cool, damp towel presses between your thighs.

"jesus—" you flinch slightly at the sudden temperature change, but sukuna just huffs a quiet laugh.

"hold still," he mutters, his touch careful. you blink at him, surprised.

"didn't take you for the aftercare type," you tease, your voice softer than usual.

his lips twitch, his brows furrowing slightly, but he doesn't fire back immediately.

"yeah, well," he mutters after a pause, tossing the towel aside and settling beside you. "for you, i am."

you study him for a beat. the tension is gone from his body now, the sharp edges of him softer in the low light. his fingers graze your cheek, his eyes lingering on the redness at your neck.

"you okay?" he asks, quieter.

he watches you for a second, smiling softly when you nod.

you feel warm and content, the weight of exhaustion starting to pull you under. your eyes slip shut just as he shifts closer, his arm draping lazily over your waist.

+++

you wake up to warmth, to soreness, to sukuna's arm heavy around your waist. for a moment, you just lie there, the weight of last night settling over you all at once.

you sit up abruptly when reality kicks in, ignoring the ache in your legs. sukuna grunts in protest, burying his face into the pillow.

"relax," he mutters, his voice thick with sleep. "no one cares."

but once you're both dressed and stepping into the kitchen, you know he's full of shit.

conversations pause.

gojo is the first to look up, grinning like a menace. "oh, look who's finally gracing us with their presence."

you groan.

utahime hums over her coffee, "sleep well?"

"we heard everything," yuki deadpans.

choso barely looks up. "cover each other's mouths or something next time."

your face burns. behind you, sukuna strolls in like he owns the place, reaching for the coffee pot like nothing happened.

"you guys are acting like you're surprised."

"oh, we knew," gojo says. "just didn't think it'd take this long."

your glare could kill. "don't start."

gojo just grins, all teeth. "whatever you say, sweetheart."

and then, to your horror, he winks.

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﹙💌﹚ ➳ PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR

  𓍯𓂃  till starring as : your beloved boyfriend!

𐔌 💬 contents: till being himself , probably ooc? , reader is a female + she is affectionate, this was supposed to happen in the original ( canon universe ) but wiege destroyed me so this is modern, college au!

     ━━━ ANON REQUESTED: hello! can i please request a till x fem!reader where reader keeps trying to play with his hair, but till is flustere and stuff, trying to stop reader and leans back too much to the point he falls on the ground, with reader on top of him? ty :D

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I. 001

Affection has never been TILL’S strong suit, he gets shy easily when people try to get affectionate with him. Leaving him a blushing, red mess. TILL prefers being alone, wanting to have some alone time with himself, maybe practice with his guitar and compose some new songs— so him getting a significant other was rather a surprise both to him and his circle of friends.

and his significant other was overly affectionate, bless his heart because the feeling of you hugging, kissing or even touching him makes his poor heart race a thousand miles.

you were just too much for him, the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, your hands on his body ( not in a sexual way ) clinging onto him was just not making it easy.

he doesn’t know how much of these affections he was receiving from his beloved girlfriend he can take.

II. 002

Class ended five minutes ago and TILL was still outside of the University, sketching underneath a tree as the sound of the tip of the pen hitting the paper filled his senses. the howling of the wind was mixed by the sound of the pen and paper together creating a tranquil atmosphere for TILL.

though, too absorbed in his daily habits he didn’t notice your figure approaching him. your steps were light and quiet as you made your way towards the silver-gray haired boy who was so caught up sketching to notice your presence.

Normally TILL would notice you immediately since he was always on guard but something about him relaxed and so at ease in his own little bubble makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, he's just so cute.

you let out a soft giggle as you squatted down to his level, still not getting his attention even with the shift of your body - but you know what can get his attention.

leaning in your lips were just inches away from touching his cheek, with a smile on your face you pressed a kiss on his cheek - effectively getting his attention as his body went rigid from the contact.

his face went crimson shade as he whipped his head towards your direction only to be met with your face, a huge, sweet smile plastered on your face as he shouted, his voice shaky while he touched the place on his cheek where you had kissed.

“What was that for!?” he yelled, his lips trembling as he proceeded to touch his cheek and the spot you had placed a kiss, his words only earned a giggle from you “trying to get your attention” you replied simply while you proceeded to giggle as your hand went to his hair, running your fingers through his soft silver-gray locks.

TILL involuntarily jolt at the sudden contact of your hands in his hair before he pushed it off ( not in a harsh way, more like frantically ) as his face went deeper shade of red “h-hey! Don’t t-touch my hair so sudden—!” he stuttered earning a laugh from you as you tried to touch his hair again.

”come on! it’s soft, i wanna touch it!” you teased, your hands trying to get in contact with his hair as TILL proceeded to swat your hands away, mumbling lines of ”stop it!” “stop trying to touch it!”

eventually the amount of teasing and trying to get your hands off his hair you lost your balance and landing on top of your boyfriend, your arms are either side of his head, you perched on top of his as your faces were only inches away from each other.

silence falls upon the two of you before TILL eventually heats up more, his face crimson red and steam coming out of his head by how hot his face is as he thought oh boy..

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[howlingmoonrise]

Hi! Same anon here! Don't worry I barely sent the ask like a day ago :P

Thank you for giving such a detailed answer! I gotta say, I never considered the Ds to be akin to plants (I did think of them being the chinese equivalent to kamis tho, I think the term was xia?) but I can see what you mean by that, maybe like trees? I like the idea of sentient sacred trees taking on human forms, wouldn’t it be cool if the "real" Tsuki-hime was one of their kind?

In a less serious note, when I read the plant part, my dumb ass brain started to think about Trigun, and Vash as a plant being in his universe with completely opposed ideology to the Ds, the one of unwavering love and faith in humanity despite most humans in Trigun being far worse than any of the literal evil ones in PSOH, and what would happen if they ever met :'D

Also, do you have any theories on why our D was sick and apparently needed a transplant of some sort? Personally I always thought that he may have been born "flawed" either due to their kind's equivalent to genetic degradation on their biology, or alternatively a literal manifestation of the ideals conflict between Sofu D and Papa D? Both?

Sorry if I ask too many questions, I had no idea PSOH had a surviving fandom until the 7seas announcement!!

huh. you know. i was fairly sure the term kami had been mentioned in at least one of the translations but i just checked the last two chapters in both and apparently not? though the el dorado chapter seems to confirm the meaning if not the name when it mentions the touch of a "dying god" and accepts d's blood, at a minimum; i'm not sure if the japanese original text uses the word "kami" either, but it's possible.

anyway, i've been kind of going with the assumption that they're something similar to that - not exactly gods in the western divinity sense, but more like beings of the land. i probably absorbed the term kami in regards to the Ds from fandom, but now that you mention it, it doesn't make all that much sense since he's chinese. the term in question in chinese seems to be "shen" (written with the same character) but it doesn't appear to be an exact equivalent in terms of meaning. i'll have to look more into it!

yeah the plant thing for me comes from several occasions generally associated with d and life/death (as mentioned before, the gattolotto extra, d entering a state of despair, d's blood turning into rare plants when he's running from vesca, d being taken over by plants when falling into despair, the plant core of the papasplosion) and also from the hilarity of leon only ever getting anywhere with a lady if they're plants (as per the flowers and the detective extras) and d lowkey also being one and following this trend 😂 though that latter bit is more the shipper goggles than anything lmfao

BUT!!! MORE IMPORTANTLY!!!! *rubs hands together* you fool! you just activated my trap card when it comes to talking about d's illness and all issues surrounding it! i love discussing this topic and poking fun at the tokyopop translation and putting up a murderboard full of red string for theories!

okay so the first thing you need to know is that the tokyopop translation took some. liberties. and is not entirely accurate. they seem to paint papa as far more of a villain and sofu as far more of a saint than they are, for one, and an important implication about d's health kinda goes in the wrong direction based on this. as such, if you only read the tp translation, you may be caught off-guard by some of what i'll say below.

once again under the cut because i'm a rambler!

things we know about d's illness:

needs sugar to keep from getting faint/dizzy

extremely low endurance at times (which makes leon think that he might have a heart condition) that either triggers or is triggered by his illness, as per the dragon chapter

may or may not be related to his eye (either as a symptom or a cause)

some sort of pain attack is involved? in the donor chapter we see him hover his hand in front of his throat, though it might be while it's in motion to go elsewhere, such as his heart (the dragon chapter has both the highlights near the throat, but the hand placed by his heart/lungs)

papa mentions to the pseudo-sister that d's body was "born incomplete" - whether this is true, he thought it was true (more on this below), or it was a simplification for her sake (as she had the mentality of a child) is not clear

d apparently is lacking several things, or they are in the process of failing (also as per the donor chapter). THAT BEING SAID, there is an interesting point here

needs sugar to keep from getting faint/dizzy

may or may not be associated with his eye

some sort of pain attack is involved? in the donor chapter we see him hover his hand in front of his throat

the illness has been present for at least several years, presumably for as long as d can remember (though not necessarily from birth; more on this later)

papa has been studying and trying to cure this illness also for years

after d drinks a "medicine" processed from the orangutan hybrid's body the symptoms seem to stop - i'm pointing this out as more of a curiosity thing, because on other occasions d couldn't as much as eat fish flakes without some ominous remarks about his bloodlust almost awakening again or something of the sort (you'll excuse me if i don't go looking for this particular quote right now)

papa mentions to the pseudo-sister that d's body was "born incomplete" - whether this is true, he thought it was true (more on this below), or it was a simplification for her sake (as she had the mentality of a child) is not clear

d's body had several things apparently lacking or in the process of failing (also as per the donor chapter). THAT BEING SAID, there is an interesting point here

this post from one of tumblr user @chaikat's psoh liveblogging japanese translation notes (several of which you'll see me mention at other times in this post because the info in there is just THAT crunchy) points out the following:

When Nue Erh says she’ll give D what he lacks, the part where she says “my eyes” in the eng version is actually specifically “this eye” in the jp version.

keep this quote in mind for a bit!

and now, back to the revelations of the final chapters!

aka, the panels that give me fucking brainworms:

uh??? hello??? one could understand that endless asexual reproduction of the same being through centuries would eventually result in mutations, and in fact it was under this assumption that i laboured when i first read psoh, but this conversation points to a different cause entirely, originating from sofu's interference.

doesn't help that the tokyopop version is wildly different, too:

tokyopop's version doesn't seem have anything to do with either d's illness or eye whatsoever, alas 😬 and considering several of their past instances of mistranslations and ad-libbing on this manga, i'm far less likely to believe their version of events.

another detail i didn't notice on my first go-arounds: the fact that the first words sofu d says in response to papa's accusation imply that the undertaking of q-chan's form took a sacrifice, and that this is related to d's eye. it took me this other translation notes liveblog post to realize that the two things were connected, since there's an entire other page with side-comments in the middle breaking up the dialogue flow.

ANOTHER most excellent thing that chaikat's commentary brings up and that i haven't seen on either translation is that sofu specifically mentions using the eye, or the term yorishiro:

(small text above Grandpa D): I borrowed one eye for the yorishiro.

i cannot claim to be even remotely close to an expert on shintoism, so here's a quote from wikipedia (which might or might not be correct) regarding yorishiro:

Yorishiro were conceived to attract the kami and then give them a physical space to occupy to make them accessible to human beings for ceremonies

i'm not sure if sofu d used it as this exact purpose, or if there's any sort of tradition in manga to lend it a slightly different meaning (jshk for example uses it as an artifact that stores the powers of the being connected to it, and something similar to this would make some sense to me here since he's shifting into a different form and putting his powers/presence away). either way, sofu has definitely used at least a portion of d's body for his own purposes without consent, so we cannot discard him using more.

*puts tinfoil hat on* it is at this point i bring up our precious orangutan sister's words again! she's listing the things she was made to replace in d's body, with the specificity of one singular eye. coincidence? i think not! i'm not entirely sure i agree that she means the left eye as considered in chaikat's post, but as an exercise let's think up the motivations for both possibilities:

replacing the left eye (purple, papa's colour): implies that the eye that was interfered with by sofu has bypassed the illness, and d's original one remains imperfect and bound to deteriorate; implies also that papa/sister know that the right eye is not a concern when it comes to d's health situation, which does track with papa's later accusation

replacing the right eye (gold, sofu's colour): implies that something is wrong with that eye, in ways that go far beyond the bounds of d's illness, since the original one would be okay to leave as-is; since papa is aware that the gold eye was caused by sofu, it would make sense to want to replace it due to both his resentment for sofu and concern for d

it is also worth mentioning that sofu never seems to have devoted any time to trying to cure d's illness, unlike papa (who was deemed incapable of raising a child by sofu, which may or may not be true), and that his reaction to the death of both his son and stray animals in a forest fire is to not even blink twice.

sofu having removed d from papa's care, mixed with d having mismatched eyes as a child under sofu's care, and the fact that we don't really see a mention of q-chan being around at that time make me poke interestedly at sofu d - because even if you buy that he *checks notes* only traded his grandson's eye to turn into a tiny cute creature in order to keep an eye (heh) on him, that doesn't really... track with the timeline of when he actually left d alone and had cause to become q-chan? which makes me wonder what sofu's actual use for the eye was, since he presumably had it since d was around-ish maybe five years old. (remember me saying "for as long as d can remember, though not necessarily from birth"? yeah.)

does this mean that he caused the illness? probably not, but fun to think about in connection to everything else! especially because the main point i'd expect d to ask when papa mentions the mutations/changes resulting from the inumerous replications of the d line would be his ?now-cured? illness, but what he does actually ask about is his eyes, despite papa and sofu - supposedly perfect clones - also having eyes that differ from the other (papa's being purple, sofu's being gold). one would think the illness would be the priority, but no! unless the two things are connected, and-- *continues to add red string to the murderboard*

anyway this is the theory i find the most fun to play with!

slightly less unhinged ones would probably be just. you know. normal replication mutations and genetic degeneration and stuff? or if you go with the tokyopop translations and i remember correctly, there are some implications that papa experimented on d before sofu took him away, but take that with a grain of salt. another thing that comes to mind is also the alice/daughter chapter, where after several generations the resulting rabbits were killed by the sugar and stuff consumed by the original generation - it could also be something like that, because since they're clones their bodies wouldn't have changed to adapt to the times, different foods, different air quality, etc, which would translate into poison for the newest generations.

i hope i didn't go too far down the theory rabbit hole, oops! 😂

[howlingmoonrise]

*waves* @commandersya here, just putting it on this blog for organizational reasons.

seconding pleco, the mobile version is helpful as fuck since you can look characters up in a variety of different ways (by drawing, typing the pinyin, etc). that being said, that's very much a side resource/dictionary useful for when you want to remember something or are getting started with sentences, and not for actually learning the characters.

okay. mandarin blueprint. i will tell you right now that it uses a variation of the marilyn method, as does hanzihero iirc. as far as i know they both also use specific (useful!) learning orders where you don't learn a new character before learning all the components that make it up, which makes a LOT more sense than trying to learn an entire character on its own at a time, which is what most of the apps available for mandarin and japanese try to get you to do, which makes me want to rip my own hair out. i tried nearly all the mandarin apps out there, believe me.

that being said, MB has some differences from HH, and you'll have to decide which one to pick because unless you want to start from scratch, each of them "locks" the other one out. MB uses a different pinyin table - which @sunriseverse hates and i was initially confused by, but which ultimately ended up being more helpful in remembering stuff - which in turn makes it so that the sets/characters you have to remember in order to use the marilyn method are not the same between MB and HH.

i honestly can't say a lot about HH since i went down the MB route myself. they both have free trials, and in my experience the MB one is incredibly generous (one warning - the trial is up to level 20, but you only have flashcards up to level 13 or so, and they don't specify this to you in advance) but the rest is fairly expensive, at least if you're used to european tuition for your studies or comparing to other available mandarin online programs.

that being said, if you're cheap and have loads of patience, you can reverse-engineer MB's patented learning order from the free trial and make your own flashcards, as they give you a roadmap of a lot of the characters/components/words to compare how much you've learned. by the point you reach the end of the free flashcards you already have a pretty good grasp on the method, and using the below and the rule of never learning a character before knowing all of its components you can rebuild their learning order.

regarding what sunny said about the method being stupidly convoluted: yeah. yeah, it is, and you're going to go through the whole journey of "why the fuck am i making an entire movie scene for such a simple character what the fuck wouldn't it be easier to just remember it" all the way until you're doing it for a not so simple character and memorizing it like no one's business in like 30 seconds. no one is more frustrated that this thing works than me.

not a lot to comment on their sentence-learning bits yet, as i'm still stuck on "this is annoying and not an accurate translation" but it might get better as it did with the characters. reserving judgement for now.

i will absolutely say that MB feels scammy as hell though, and on my side i try to ignore as much of their communications and non-learning blog posts as possible because it annoys the shit out of me. i also recommend giving a look at their pronounciation videos (here's the 1 hour version), which unfortunately are amongst the best i've seen. even if you're not planning on speaking mandarin, it's a good idea to at least have a rough idea of how the spoken form works, so as to not train yourself into using western pronounciation for pinyin when you're reading characters.

I keep meaning to look this up, but could you please help in pointing me somewhere to start? I'm learning Chinese (on a hobby level, at a snail's pace) and every class, on- or offline I tried so far expects me to just bruteforce learning hanzi one by one. I think you've mentioned it before (or I read it somewhere, can't remember) that there's a logic to how they are built and by knowing the building blocks you can even guess how a new-to-you character might be pronounced. Could you point me somewhere reliable I could learn more about this? Thank you :)

hi fixa! my apologies in advance if this reply is a little disordered, i personally learnt chinese as a child/growing up in china so my experience with learning chinese is very different from those wanting to learn as adults. but hopefully the resources i've provided will at least give you a starting point!

in terms of texts:

for character dictionaries that allow you to look things up via radicals and/or allow you to practice writing, there is adrian van amstel's text "simplified chinese character dictionary", cheng & tsui's "chinese character dictionary", and muhammad wolfgang g. a. schmidt's "the big chinese character dictionary" which all look fairly promising. cheng & tsui and schmidt's texts both have built-in writing portions, where you can practice the characters, while amstel's text is more of a classic dictionary in that you can only look characters up. (there's another text that i would recommend here, but i can't for the life of me remember the title and i don't have the text on hand—it's probably from the 80s, but it also teaches characters through radicals and has some explanation on the history of the evolution of the characters? will add this if/when i remember the title (providing i didn't list it already, but i don't think i have).)

the main drawback to these is that i haven't actually been able to find a copy of the cheng & tsui text online anywhere :/ it is possible to find the schmidt one, though (probably because it was published in '65—which is a drawback because i'm not sure where it would be in terms of simplified characters vs traditional), as well as the amstel text (though the copy i managed to find lists both the traditional and simplified character versions, which might be a bit confusing).

for actually learning how to write chinese characters, without having to pay anything: i cannot recommend TOFU Learn enough. when i was trying to regain competency in writing, this was the app/website i used the most. it's technically a general flashcard resource, but it's designed for learning chinese first—there are specific decks for all the hsk levels, and for radicals (usually the kangxi radicals list, but there are also 100 most common lists, etc).

in terms of other resources:

— the pleco dictionary is invaluable for looking characters up—it also breaks down characters by components, and you can, if you have it downloaded on your phone, draw characters to look them up rather than having to remember the pinyin. it also includes alternate pronunciations of characters when they exist (saved my life in a classical chinese translation project where i was ripping my hair out trying to figure out who the fuck was being talked about because the common pronunciation wasn't yielding shit).

— haven't used it myself, but my good friend @commandersya claims the mandarin blueprint system is incredibly helpful (despite looking scammy as hell); they have a free 30 day trial, as well. they put a lot of emphasis on radicals/character components, though the system they use to memorise characters feels a little baffling and roundabout to me (but howl says it works great, and i trust her because she's actually the one learning it from scratch).

most other resources i can think of off the top of my head are geared more towards getting you ready to speak, so i hope at least some of these are useful!

( @mejomonster might have some further resources as well; i know he's been studying chinese for a while, and would probably be a better source for that sort of thing than i am, since my experience is not really anything like your average foreign chinese language student.)

[himasgod]

Can I request Jack Howl x easily jealous reader who gets jealous over the silliest things cuz deep down they feel like they’re not good enough for jack hehe! You can skip this if you feel it’s too weird

JACK X READER

Where you are jealous

You knew it was silly.

You knew it.

But that didn’t stop the small sharp pang of jealousy when you saw Jack smiling at someone else’s joke.

Specifically, Sebek’s joke. Who even laughed at Sebek’s jokes?

You frowned into your lunch tray and stabbed your fork into a potato. He looked like he was enjoying himself, ears twitching like they did when he was relaxed.

It wasn’t like you were mad at Sebek. Or at Jack. Not really.

But it was there. That irrational twinge.

Just like when Ruggie gave him that smoothie yesterday and Jack had said “Oh, this is really good” with a pleased look on his face. Jack didn’t say that when you made him one. He’d sipped yours in silence like a soldier braving a battlefield.

You weren’t mad, you told yourself again. Just… annoyed.

Okay, a little mad. A tiny bit.

Microscopic. Atom-sized.

“You’re stabbing that potato like it owes you money,” Ace said, scooting a bit away from you at the table.

You didn’t respond.

“And don’t tell me it’s the smoothie again. Or Sebek’s dad jokes.”

“I’m not jealous,” you said stiffly.

Ace gave you a look. “Right. And I’m a responsible student who turns in my essays on time.”

You glared at your tray and muttered,

“He smiled at him.”

Deuce leaned closer, dropping his voice like he was telling a state secret. “Okay, listen. You do know Jack only really smiles like that when he’s around you, right?”

You flushed. “He does not.”

“Yes he does. You’re like, the only person he talks to everyday and...”

Your eyes darted toward Jack across the cafeteria. He was saying something to Epel now. You caught the subtle wag of his tail and the way his shoulders seemed a little more at ease.

You bit your lip.

“He’s friends with everyone now,” you mumbled.

Ace sighed. “That’s not the same as liking someone, idiot. Look, if you’re gonna keep being jealous over random stuff, just tell him what’s up before you combust.”

Easier said than done.

That night, you walked with Jack back to Ramshackle. Jack walked beside you like he always did—quiet, calm.

You tried not to overthink it, like usual.

But the words slipped out anyway.

“You really liked that smoothie Ruggie gave you, huh?”

Jack blinked.

“...Yeah? Why?”

You shrugged.

“No reason.”

A pause.

“I didn’t know you liked banana-peanut butter,” you added, trying to sound casual.

“I don’t. I just said it was decent,” Jack replied. “Why?”

Your chest pinched. “You said it was really good.”

Jack frowned.

“Did I? Huh. I guess I just appreciated it. He brought it out of nowhere.”

You hummed.

“I made you one last week and you didn’t say anything.”

Jack stopped walking. You felt his eyes on you before you turned around.

“I drank all of it,” he said, as if that explained everything.

“But you didn’t say it was good.”

“It was salty,” he admitted, scratching his cheek.

“But I liked it because you made it.”

Your heart stuttered.

Jack stared at you, confused. “Is this about the smoothie?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then sighed.

“No. I mean—yes. But it’s not just that.”

Jack waited, patient and quiet.

You looked down at your shoes.

“It’s stupid,” you said quietly. “But sometimes I get jealous over things. Dumb things. Like you laughing with someone else. Or liking a drink that someone else made. Or how easy it is for people to talk to you now. I get in my head and start wondering if you’re gonna wake up one day and realize you could do better than me.”

Jack’s ears twitched.

“I know I shouldn’t think like that,” you rushed out. “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. But I do. I think about it all the time. That I’m not strong like you, or cool like you, or good-looking—”

Jack stepped forward and cupped your face with both hands.

“Stop.”

His voice was firm. Just honest.

Your breath caught.

“Don’t do that to yourself,” he said, eyes locked on yours.

“You’re not me. You’re you. And that’s why I chose you. I don’t want someone who’s like me. I want you.”

You stared up at him, lips parting slightly.

“I notice it, you know,” he added, quieter now. “How your face scrunches up when someone else compliments me. How you glance at your phone a hundred times when I’m late to meet you. I never said anything because… I thought it was just habit. But now I get it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be. I just want you to know something.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips in your forehead.

“You’re enough,” he said. “You’ve always been enough.”

Your vision blurred.

“And next time you make a salty smoothie, I’m gonna drink it and tell you it’s the best thing I’ve ever had. Even if it tastes like seawater.”

You laughed, watery and raw.

“Jack…”

He rubbed his thumb gently across your cheek.

“You can be jealous. I don’t care. Just tell me. Don’t carry that alone, okay?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he said, kissing your lips lightly. “Because I’m yours. Got it?”

“Got it,” you whispered.

[anundyingfidelity]

PRIMAL — Weapon X!Logan

Summary: You are right where he wants and won't escape the subject's twisted mind.

Warnings: heavy non-con smut, dark stuff, mentions of being tortured, female!reader. Read at your own risk tbh, thank you if you do though. Someone pls write more Weapon X! Logan, I'm going crazy at this point.

GEN MASTERLIST!

He has you exactly where he wants. Between the concrete and his intimidating aura. Your eyes are glossy, chest going up and down, ready to be the next victim. His last one.

You study the Weapon X subject one more time. He’s broad and muscular, strong frame with adamantium bones, claws out his knuckles as he walks to you, full in his naked glory. Stains of blood start to dry off on his chest, abdomen and shoulders. And even though in other circumstances he would make a good-looking man, he is far from being one now.

He is not human anymore, he is an animal. And you had been part of the experiments since the beginning. For some reason, he had saved you last from all the personnel of the base. A twisted and sick choice.

Logan takes the last two steps towards you, closing the distance. He can smell your fear, sense the shaking of your whole body, the beating of your heart… He had been watching you, paying special attention to you each time he could. Your voice, your silhouette, your job, your routines around the lab. Everything you did he had learned.

And now, after killing and dismantling the place, leaving a horrid trade of bodies and red around, he feels like finishing everything with you.

He doesn’t know your name, he just knows you were part of them and he fucking hates it.

How could such a pretty thing like you could bear torturing a lost soul like him? He growls at the thought, leaning until his nose is almost touching yours.

You gasp loud, the echoes of your breathing filling the empty place. Your eyes shut and you feel tears running down your cheek.

“Logan…”

He replies with a deep groan again, taking in the scent of your neck and the salty sweat covering your skin. Oh and how he loves the reactions of your body as he traces his way to the shell of your ear with his nose.

“Please… You- you’re not like this…”

Begging would do nothing, he knows it. You keep begging and begging, calling his name as he takes in the features of your face, eyes barely opening. And when you cross glances, besides the fear on your gaze, he can sense something else building on you: arousal. It’s not the first time he’s sensed it on you, but sure he will take out his own suffering and frustrations on that.

“Logan…”

Claws come close, cutting your blouse and bra off. He rips the fabric with his hands before your trousers and panties come off the same way. You squirm and cry, but don’t make any effort on pushing him away because you know he would win the same. He’s massive, stronger, and dangerous. He’s a weapon you helped to build, and compared to him, you are nothing.

Probably he will get vengeance by tearing you apart, forcing you on the smudged, cold floor. He’s all over you, not quite giving kisses but bruises with his lips and teeth on your neck, biting on your skin, legs wide as he feels your wet cunt against his hard cock.

You cry his name, more like a moan, when he forces himself inside your tight walls without any preparation. He’s animalistic, erratic, growling, almost howling, like a dog in heat.

The scratch of your nails do nothing. He pounds harder into your abused cunt, tearing an orgasm out of you. He spills himself in seconds, feeling your walls around him sucking him completely, and he continues fucking you over and over his own high, increasing the sensitive feeling between your legs. And just as you think Logan is over by how quick he keeps rutting on you, hips making an obscene noise every time he buries balls deep inside your cunt, it feels like he goes faster, harder, that it becomes too much and you cling into him with nails and loud whimpers, sore throat crying into the void.

He comes a second time with a deep moan, filling you up once again and you do nothing but take it. Slowly, he pumps his white seed into you until he fully stops inside your abused, needy pussy.

The primitive need to kill now is replaced with a more primal urge, and you would be perfect for that from now on.