#i need to draw/write more of these two i love them and their dynamic

[merriclo]

dialogue is: “the fuck happened to your moral compass?” “pawned it for some cash =)”

> from hcau <

have some low quality Oracle and Wind!! this is actually false information because Oracle isn’t taller than Wind by a long shot ahajsja woopsies

[mononijikayu]

a day in a life — ryomen sukuna.

You set Yuji down, and he immediately takes your hand in his tiny one, his other hand reaching out to grab Sukuna's sleeve, tugging at him. "Uncle Sukuna, come on!" Sukuna grunts, letting Yuji pull him along, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and reluctant affection. “Alright, alright, brat….I’m coming.” he says, trying to sound grumpy but failing spectacularly. You smile at the sight of them together and take Sukuna's other hand. "Looks like we're both in for an adventure, aren’t you?" you whisper.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;

WARNING/S: safe for work (sfw), fluff, family, slice of life, family dynamic, light hearted, domestic, romance, protectiveness, crying, hugging, banter, humour, physical touch, happy ending, hurt/comfort, depictions of family dynamic, depiction of getting lost, depiction of anxiety, depiction of slice of life, menction of amnesia, boyfriend! sukuna, amnesiac! girlfriend! reader, domestic uncle sukuna!, nephew!yuji, i love you nephew!yuji;

WORD COUNT: 6.4k words

NOTE: the people have spoken and ryomen sukuna won my poll (again) so this is a special treat for yall!!! this is the aftermath of amnesia and reader and sukuna got back together. this is maybe a year or so to them getting back together. yuji loves his auntie!!! anyway, i hope you enjoy it. i had a lovely time writing it because this is what we deserved from gege!!! i love you all!!! thank you for your continued love <3

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── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

IT WAS YOUR DAY OFF. And that was something you and Sukuna had agreed about in the early dawn of your relationship together. You wanted to get to know this man you fell in love with, and many years had passed since you both even got together after your amnesia. One of those days was today. With no work obligations today and Sukuna taking a break from managing his gym, the two of you had indulged in a much-needed cozy day. 

A lot of things would change. So, Ryomen Sukuna stepped up to the plate and took some time off to just have days to cherish your time together. 

Everything had been blissfully quiet, a rarity for both you and Sukuna. Like always on these days, you’d spent the morning wrapped in a warm blanket together, watching a movie you both had half-paid attention to, more engrossed in each other’s company than the plot unfolding on screen.

Ryomen Sukuna had his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers lazily drawing patterns against your skin. Your boyfriend doesn’t sleep that much, but when he’s in his lazy days with you — he makes an effort to rest. You worry a lot for him, after all. And he doesn’t want to add more to those worries. Begrudgingly he does it, but it makes you happy. 

He expected to spend the day with you like this all day. And Sukuna was happy with that. He likes having time with you like this, just embracing each other’s warmth and talking over the bad television shows and ordering in if you don’t feel like getting up and making a meal together.

Life was great. This was his day in a life. Sukuna had dreamed of it for years since you parted. And now that you’re together again, it just all fell into place. Nothing could be better than this. And he adores it. 

But then Sukuna's phone rang, and you watched as his expression shifted from contentment to annoyance. He sighed, glancing at the caller ID — his twin brother, Itadori Jin. You looked at him curiously as he sighed.

Reluctantly, Sukuna answered, his voice gruff. "What’s up?"

You could only hear Jin’s voice faintly on the other end, speaking quickly. Sukuna’s face darkened as Jin explained the situation — some emergency at work that demanded his immediate attention.

Because of this, Kaori, Jin's wife, would have to go and pick up their eldest son Choso alone for vacation. They didn’t wanna agitate with a long drive, since Yuji is still a little boy. And with no one else to watch over their young son, Itadori Jin was left with only one option.

Ryomen Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. You could almost hear his internal mantra: ‘Don’t say it, don’t say it…’

But Jin, with his usual charm and desperation, finally got to the point. “Look, can you just babysit Yuji for a couple of days until we’re back? We don’t have anyone else.”

Sukuna opened his mouth, ready to protest, but before he could even get a word out, you grinned and cut in. "Oh, we'd love to! Right, Sukuna?"

Sukuna shot you a glare that was more pout than anything else. He looked betrayed, as if you had just handed him the world’s most inconvenient challenge. You couldn't help but bit your lip, trying to stop your laughter. He's always like this when it comes to his nephew. He likes to pretend that he doesn't like him and yet, he does. A lot.

For a moment, you think he was almost like a kitten who found his owner’s antics unpleasant. You felt the tension in his arm, the muscles flexing in silent rebellion. He’d been so ready to complain, to give a flat ‘no’ but your enthusiasm left him no room to argue.

Jin laughed on the other end. “Great! Thank you, sister in law! We’ll drop him off in an hour.”

As the call ended, Sukuna tossed his phone onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as if he’d just endured a great ordeal. “Really?” he muttered, a sulky undertone in his voice. "You had to say yes?"

You laughed softly and nudged him with your elbow. "Oh, come on, baby. It'll be fun! Besides, Yuji is adorable. Don't you think so?"

Sukuna opened one eye, giving you a side-eyed glance. "He’s a menace, that brat." he grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "A little gremlin in disguise."

You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "And I think you secretly like him." you teased.

He snorted, though his arm tightened around you instinctively. "Yeah, well, I like my peace and quiet more. ‘specially since I get my fill of you."

You blushed at his words. For a moment, you could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and strong, and you knew he would complain, sulk, and groan about this for the next hour.

But you also knew, without a doubt, that he’d be the one sneaking Yuji cookies before dinner, making silly faces just to hear him giggle, and pretending to be indifferent even as he kept a protective eye on the kid. After all, he loved his little nephew. Even if he doesn’t say it out loud.

“Fine." Sukuna grumbled finally, his voice resigned but affectionate. "But don’t blame me if he decides to climb the walls or something.”

You smiled, planting a soft kiss on his jaw. "Deal." 

Sukuna’s sigh was heavy, dramatic, but there was no mistaking the way he leaned into your touch, accepting his fate with a grumpy fondness that only made you love him more.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

day one

IN NO TIME, YOU WERE ALREADY PARKING. You watched as your boyfriend carefully looked at the space as he parks with precision. You liked being in the Itadori household. Somehow, you just felt the warmth of bing alive here. They treated you like family even when you and Sukuna haven't even married. And today was no different.

When you and Sukuna arrive at Jin and Kaori’s house, you could just feel how the sun shines brightly as you pull up to the driveway. Itadori Yuji is already waiting outside, a tiny bundle of energy with his little red backpack on, his face lighting up the moment he sees you. You barely have time to get out of the car before Yuji bolts over, throwing himself at you with an enthusiastic hug that nearly knocks you back.

“Auntie!” he squeals, wrapping his small arms around your legs.

Your heart melts instantly. "Hey, Yuji!" you greet him, scooping him up effortlessly and spinning him around in a playful circle. "I’ve missed you, little guy!"

Yuji giggles, clutching onto you tighter, his face buried in your shoulder. Over your shoulder, you see Sukuna standing by the car, arms crossed, his mouth set in a grumpy line. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the simmering annoyance rolling off him in waves.

You shoot him a playful smile. "Look, baby!" you tease. "He's already so attached!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes, but there’s no real malice in his expression. “Yeah, yeah.” he grumbles, though his lips twitch like he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Don't spoil him too much.”

You grin and bounce Yuji in your arms, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "How could I not? He's too cute. So precious too!”

Yuji beams up at you, clearly enjoying the attention. "Auntie, can we go to the playground?" he asks excitedly, his eyes wide and hopeful.

You look at him, amused. "Of course, we can, buddy! What do you want to do at the playground?"

Yuji's face lights up even more, if that was possible. "I wanna see my best friends! Nobara and Megumi! They’ll be there like usual!" he declares with all the seriousness a toddler can muster.

Sukuna lets out a low groan from behind you. “Great.” he mutters sarcastically. “Not only do we have to babysit the brat, but now we’re running a daycare service.”

You glance over at him with a laugh. "Come on, it'll be fun! Besides, it'll be nice to meet his little friends."

Sukuna sighs dramatically, but you catch the way his gaze softens just a fraction when he looks at Yuji. You know he would never admit it, but he has a soft spot for his nephew, even if he won’t say it out loud.

You set Yuji down, and he immediately takes your hand in his tiny one, his other hand reaching out to grab Sukuna's sleeve, tugging at him. "Uncle Sukuna, come on!"

Sukuna grunts, letting Yuji pull him along, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and reluctant affection. “Alright, alright, brat….I’m coming.” he says, trying to sound grumpy but failing spectacularly.

You smile at the sight of them together and take Sukuna's other hand. "Looks like we're both in for an adventure, aren’t you?" you whisper.

Sukuna shoots you a look, but the corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly. "Yeah, sure. An adventure." he mutters, but you see the way his grip tightens around your hand.

Yuji swings between you two, his laughter bright and infectious as you make your way to the playground, where a day full of play, giggles, and unexpected joy awaits. You can’t help but think that he’s the purest thing in life.

The neighborhood playground is a colorful blur of swings, slides, and a few scattered benches where parents and caregivers chat while keeping an eye on their kids. You could pick up the sound of laughter filling the air from afar, and Yuji’s excitement is palpable as he practically vibrates with energy between you and Sukuna. He seems to love this place.

“Where are they?” Yuji asks, his head swiveling in every direction with tenderness, searching for his friends. “Where’s Nobara? Where’s Megumi?”

You crouch down to his level, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m sure they’ll be here soon, Yuji. Do you want to try the swings while we wait?”

Yuji nods eagerly. “Yes! Push me, Auntie!” He drags you over to the swings, his little legs moving as fast as they can. Sukuna trails behind, hands shoved into his pockets, doing his best to appear indifferent. But you catch him watching Yuji with a faint smile on his face when he thinks you aren’t looking.

You carefully lift Yuji into the swing, securing him before giving him a gentle push. Soon enough, his little fits of laughter fills the air, bright and pure, as he kicks his legs back and forth, asking for “Higher, higher!”

Sukuna leans against the swing set's metal frame, observing the scene with a mix of amusement and begrudging fondness. "Careful, babe." he warns, though his tone lacks any real bite. "Don't launch him into orbit."

You laugh softly. "Come on, he's having fun!" You give Yuji another push, his giggles ringing out as he soars through the air. "See, Sukuna? This is what a good day looks like."

Sukuna grunts, but there’s no hiding the faint smile tugging at his lips. “Sure, sure. I’ll take your word for it.”

Just then, a small voice calls out from behind you, full of excitement. “Yuji!”

You turn to see a little girl with a red bow in her hair running over, a boy with dark, serious eyes following at a more measured pace. Yuji’s face lights up even brighter. “Nobara! Megumi!” he shouts, waving his arms enthusiastically.

Nobara reaches you first, hands on her hips and a bright grin on her face. “Hey, Yuji! Hi!” She waves up at you, her bright grin was confident and charming. "Are you Yuji's auntie?"

You nod, charmed by her boldness. "I am! It's nice to meet you, Nobara. And you must be Megumi?" you say, looking over at the quiet boy who stands just a bit behind Nobara.

Megumi nods, his expression serious. “Hi.” he says quietly, his gaze shifting between you and Sukuna, assessing. He seemed like a weary kid, but you don’t blame him. 

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You two Yuji’s bodyguards or something?” he teases.

Nobara puffs out her chest, clearly taking it as an offense. “Huh?!  No we’re not! We’re his best friends!” she declares proudly. Megumi gives a small nod as he hides that almost imperceptible smile at her confidence. 

“Tch, brat—”

“That’s great!” You grinned at her. “Thank you for taking care of Yuji!”

Yuji hops off the swing, rushing over to grab his friends’ hands. “Let’s play!” he shouts, already pulling them toward the jungle gym.

You stand beside Sukuna, watching them run off with a fond smile. “See? Isn’t this nice?”

Sukuna grunts, though there’s no mistaking the soft expression on his face as he watches Yuji. “Yeah, yeah… maybe.” he mutters. “As long as nobody starts crying. Or falling and then crying.”

You laugh and nudge him playfully with your elbow. “Just admit it, you’re having a good time.”

He finally relents, sighing dramatically. “Fine, maybe it’s not that bad.” He turns his head slightly to look at you, a glint of affection in his eyes. “But only because you’re here.”

You feel a warm flutter in your chest at his words and lean closer, brushing a kiss against his cheek. “That’s the spirit, baby.” you tease softly.

As you both stand there, watching Yuji play with his friends, you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. It’s simple, this moment, but somehow perfect in its simplicity — surrounded by laughter, sun, and Sukuna’s reluctant but undeniable fondness for his nephew. And you were enjoying it all. Taking it all as it is. It was the perfect day.

Suddenly, Yuji runs back over, out of breath but beaming. “Auntie, Uncle! Can you come play too?” he asks, tugging at both of your hands with his small ones.

You glance at Sukuna, who looks momentarily caught off guard. But then, with a sigh and a half-smile, he bends down, ruffling Yuji's hair. “Alright, brat.” he says, his voice mock-gruff. “What do you want us to do?”

Yuji's eyes shine with excitement. "You can be the monsters, and we'll be the heroes!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm a monster now?" he grumbles, but you can tell he's already warming up to the idea.

You laugh, taking Yuji’s hand. “Okay, monsters it is. But you better run fast, heroes!”

With that, Yuji squeals in delight, dragging his friends back to the jungle gym as you and Sukuna pretend to chase after them. Sukuna might act like he’s reluctant, but you catch the way he’s smiling, truly smiling, and your heart feels impossibly full.

For now, there’s no place else you’d rather be. And you meant it.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

day two

THE EXHAUSTION FROM YESTERDAY DIDN’T PREVENT YUJI FROM WANTING TO ENJOY TODAY. When the next day dawns with bright and clear skies, you could only think that it was the perfect weather for a trip to the zoo. Itadori Yuji was up early, bouncing with excitement, and his enthusiasm quickly became infectious. 

Even your boyfriend, who had initially grumbled about being dragged to a “smelly zoo” eventually caved in to his nephew Yuji’s pleas — especially after you flashed him a knowing smile and those eyes, reminding him how much this meant to his nephew. He couldn't deny you, no matter how much he tried. He grumbled loudly about it before finally saying yes. But you knew just as much that he was enjoying himself. 

You haven’t been in a zoo in a very long time, that much you could be honest about. Sukuna doesn’t seem to care for it either growing up. But you think that this was going to be great for Yuji. He adored animals. Even just seeing them on the television makes him happy and curious. It was his first time going and seeing animals like this, up close. And you just know that it would be such a great time for him.

As soon as you arrive, Yuji is practically vibrating with energy. He tugs at your hand and points at the map, his little face glowing with excitement. “Auntie, Uncle, can we see the lions first? And then the penguins! Oh, and the monkeys too!” he babbles, his words tumbling over each other in his eagerness.

You nod with a smile. “Of course, Yuji. We have all day to see everything!”

Sukuna shakes his head, hiding a grin. “Just try not to run off, brat.” he warns, ruffling Yuji’s hair. “We don’t want to be chasing after you like yesterday at the playground.”

Yuji beams up at him. “Okay, Uncle Sukuna! I’ll stay with you!”

You spend the morning moving from one exhibit to another, enjoying the wonder in Yuji’s eyes as he watches the animals with wide-eyed fascination. He claps excitedly at the lions, laughs at the playful monkeys, and insists on mimicking the penguins’ waddles, much to your amusement and Sukuna’s reluctant chuckles.

You take plenty of photos, capturing the joy on Yuji’s face and even getting a rare shot of Sukuna smiling genuinely, one arm slung casually around your shoulders as he watches Yuji with a fond, if exasperated, expression. You think that you’ll have fun looking through it and printing it out for the photo albums. You were sure Kaori and Jin would love to have some copies too.

By lunchtime, you settle down at a picnic table near the petting zoo area. You hand Yuji a juice box, and he takes it eagerly, swinging his legs and chattering non-stop about the animals he’s seen and what he wants to see next. You all carefully eat your lunches and just let the food settle down for a little while. Sukuna sat beside you, drinking a big glass of cola to try and cool off the heat.

“Auntie, Uncle, can we see the elephants next?” Yuji asks between sips, his face flushed with excitement.

You nod. “Absolutely. After we finish lunch, we’ll head over there.”

“That's on the other side of the zoo.” Sukuna points out to you.

You looked at your boyfriend with a small smile. “And guess what? We’re still going!”

Yuji grins and quickly finishes his juice, already standing up and tugging at your arm. “Okay, let’s go now!”

You laugh softly, but Sukuna gently pulls him back to the table. “Hey, slow down, kid. Let us finish our food first.”

Yuji pouts for a moment but eventually nods, bouncing on his toes while he waits. A few moments pass, and you’re almost done with your meal when a family nearby starts laughing loudly, drawing Yuji’s attention. Curious, he takes a few steps toward them, his bright almond eyes wide with interest.

“Yuji, stay close to us.” you remind him, keeping an eye on him as he moves closer to see what’s happening.

But as you turn to answer a question from Sukuna, just for a second, when you look back, Yuji is gone. Your heart drops to your stomach as your eyes open widely, your mouth shaking as you try to speak. You suddenly couldn’t speak and fright started to get to you.

“Yuji?” you call out, your voice a bit louder now, scanning the area. Panic begins to creep into your chest.

Your boyfriend Sukuna immediately stands up, his expression shifting from relaxed to alert in an instant. You can tell by the look in his eyes. He was just as panicked. 

“Where’d he go?” he asks, his voice tight with concern.

You feel a knot forming in your stomach as you look around frantically. “He was just here, babe…i just….”

Sukuna curses under his breath, his eyes scanning the crowded area with growing urgency. “Yuji!” he calls out, louder this time, his voice cutting through the chatter of the crowd.

You quickly weave through the nearby groups of people, calling Yuji's name, your heart racing. You could feel the knot of guilt in you. Your mind started to race with many thoughts. You could have looked after him better, you could have been more vigilant. You were the adult. How could you let this happen? Sukuna is right behind you, his hand protectively on your back as you search, his expression darkening with worry.

“He couldn't have gone far, babe.” you say, trying to keep the panic from your voice. “He’s probably just wandered off… right?”

Sukuna clenches his jaw, a determined look crossing his face. “Yeah, but we need to find him now.” he says firmly.

You both decided to split up, checking around the petting zoo and nearby exhibits. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and a dozen scenarios flash through your mind. But you push them aside, focusing on finding Yuji.

Minutes feel like hours as you weave through the crowds, your desperate voice growing hoarse from calling his name. Just as your heart is about to leap into full-blown panic, you hear a familiar, small voice.

“Auntie?”

You turn sharply and spot Itadori Yuji standing a few feet away, holding the hand of a zookeeper. Relief floods over you as you rush over, immediately dropping to your knees and wrapping your arms around him. You could feel like you were going to burst into tears just holding him like this. You were relieved. He was here. He was safe. He’s okay. You thank the gods above.

“Yuji! Thank goodness, you’re okay!” you say, your voice trembling with relief.

Yuji looks up at you with wide eyes, his lower lip trembling. “I’m sorry, Auntie. I just wanted to see the elephants…”

You hug him tighter, feeling your boyfriend’s presence beside you as he drops down to Yuji’s level, his expression stern but his eyes soft. He must have seen you both and ran over here as quickly as he could. He purses his lips int a tight line as he observed his nephew for injuries or bruises and even cuts.

“Brat, you scared us.” Sukuna says, ruffling Yuji’s hair more gently this time. “You have to stay close, got it? Don’t do that again.”

Yuji nods, tears brimming in his bright big eyes. “I’m sorry, Uncle Sukuna… I didn’t mean to…”

Sukuna’s expression softens completely, and he sighs, pulling Yuji into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay, brat.” he mutters, his voice a little rough. “‘s not your fault, okay? Just….hold my hand next time.”

Yuji nods against his shoulder, and you reach over, brushing a tear from his cheek. “Come on, let’s go see those elephants, hmm? Together this time,” you say softly.

Yuji sniffles but nods, and you stand up, taking his hand. Sukuna rises too, keeping a protective arm around you both. “Yeah, together.” he agrees, his tone firm but warm.

You thank the zookeeper and solemnly leave, with Sukuna carrying Yuji in his arms still trying to comfort him. Your boyfriend pat his nephew’s back, stroking it over and over to comfort him. It broke your heart that Yuji was upset. But he was here. And he’ll be okay. That’s all that mattered to you. You knew just as much that Sukuna was the same.

The three of you head toward the elephant exhibit, Yuji keeps close between the two of you, his little hand gripping yours tightly, and Sukuna’s hand resting on his shoulder. Despite the scare, you feel a sense of calm wash over you, knowing that as long as you’re all together, everything will be alright. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

day three

THE SLEEP WAS ROUGH LAST NIGHT. You didn’t want to let go of Yuji in your sleep. He had ended up not wanting to leave your bed last night and slept with you and Sukuna in your bedroom. He still was anxious from being lost, you can’t help but think. And you don’t really blame him for it. Sukuna didn’t utter a word and just let it be, wrapping the covers on your bodies and went to close the night light.

Come morning, you wake up to the sound of muffled clinking and clattering coming from the kitchen. You couldn’t help but blink your eyes open, the early light filtering through the curtains. Beside you, Sukuna stirs, frowning slightly at the noise. 

“What’s that racket?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes.

You sit up, listening closely. The noise continues — the unmistakable sound of plates and silverware being moved around, a chair being dragged across the floor. You glance at Sukuna, a smile tugging at your lips. “Sounds like our little guest is up to something.”

Sukuna narrows his eyes suspiciously. “That brat better not be doing anything dangerous in there.” he mutters, though there’s no real heat in his voice.

You both get out of bed and quietly make your way to the kitchen, peeking around the corner. There, in the middle of the kitchen, stands Yuji, a determined expression on his face as he tries to balance on a chair he's pushed against the counter.

His small hands are busy spreading a thick, uneven layer of butter on a piece of bread, followed by an enthusiastic dollop of jam. Nearby, a bowl of cereal overflows with milk, and a few spilled Cheerios are scattered across the counter.

Yuji mutters to himself under his breath, clearly focused on his task. “Okay, okay… just a little more…” He tips the milk carton a bit too far, and more milk splashes onto the counter. He gasps softly but quickly goes back to his sandwich-making, a look of concentration on his face.

You can’t help but smile, and Sukuna, despite his earlier grumbling, looks a bit amused too. “What’s he doing?” Sukuna whispers, leaning closer to you.

“I think… he’s making us breakfast, babe.” you whisper back, feeling your heart melt a little.

Before you can say anything, Yuji notices you both standing there. His eyes widen in surprise, but then he beams, his face lighting up with pride.

“Auntie! Uncle Sukuna!” he exclaims. “Good morning! I… I made you breakfast!” He gestures to the chaotic spread on the counter, looking so proud of himself that you can’t help but feel a swell of affection.

You step forward, giving him a warm smile. “Wow, Yuji! This looks… delicious!” you say, trying to sound as genuine as possible while suppressing a laugh at the mess.

Sukuna crosses his arms, one eyebrow raised, but there’s a soft look in his eyes. “Yeah, brat, you really outdid yourself.” he says with a small grin. “What’s the occasion?”

Yuji’s smile falters a little, and he looks down at his feet, shuffling nervously. “I… I wanted to say sorry for yesterday.” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to make you worry… So I wanted to make you a special breakfast to make up for it.”

Your heart melts at his sincerity. You crouch down to his level and pull him into a gentle hug. “Oh, Yuji, you don’t have to do that for us.” you say softly. “We know you didn’t mean to worry us. We’re just happy you’re safe.”

Yuji hugs you back tightly, burying his face in your shoulder for a moment. “But I wanted to, Auntie!” he insists. “Because I love you and Uncle Sukuna… and I wanted to make you smile.”

Sukuna’s expression softens further, and he crouches down next to you, ruffling Yuji’s hair. “Hey, brat, you already made us feel relieved.” he says gruffly, though his voice is unusually gentle. “But I guess we should at least taste this fine meal you’ve prepared, huh?”

Yuji’s face lights up again, and he nods eagerly. “Yes! I made a sandwich and cereal! It’s my favorite!”

You and Sukuna exchange a glance, amused but touched by Yuji’s earnestness. You take a bite of the butter-and-jam sandwich, doing your best to keep a straight face as the unevenly spread butter melts on your tongue alongside a very generous layer of sweet jam.

“It’s… unique.” you say, giving Yuji a big smile. “Thank you, Yuji.”

Sukuna follows suit, picking up the cereal bowl and taking a careful sip of the overly milky concoction. “Mmm.” he says with a nod, holding back a chuckle. “Not bad, brat. Not bad at all.”

Yuji beams, clearly delighted by your reactions. “Yay! I’m glad you like it!” He claps his hands, his earlier nerves completely gone now.

You reach over and give Yuji another hug. “Thank you for being so thoughtful, Yuji.” you say warmly. “You’ve definitely made our morning.”

Sukuna nods, wrapping an arm around Yuji’s shoulders. “Yeah, brat….you’re alright.” he says, a rare softness in his tone. “But next time, let’s make breakfast together, okay? Might save a little bit of the kitchen from total destruction.”

Yuji giggles, nodding eagerly. “Okay, Uncle Sukuna! Next time, we’ll make pancakes!”

You smile, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you as you look at the two of them. Despite the mess, despite the unexpectedness of it all, you can’t think of a better way to start the day.

Later that morning, as you and Sukuna help Yuji clean up the kitchen — which now looks like it’s survived a mini tornado — your phone rings. You glance at the screen and see it’s Jin calling. You exchange a quick look with Sukuna, who’s wiping a smear of jam off the counter, and answer the call.

“Hey, Jin!” you greet him warmly, keeping an eye on Yuji, who is carefully stacking dishes in the sink. “How’s everything going?”

Jin’s voice comes through, sounding a bit tired but cheerful. “Hey! We’re wrapping up at work sooner than we thought. Kaori’s gonna arrive in a day or two. I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way back home. I should be there in a few hours.”

You feel a pang of mixed emotions — relief that Jin and Kaori are safe and on their way back, but also a little sadness knowing this means Yuji’s stay with you is coming to an end. “That’s great news, Jin.” you say, glancing at Yuji. “We’ve had such a fun time with Yuji, he’s been wonderful.”

Jin laughs. “I’m glad to hear that! I hope he wasn't too much trouble for you guys.”

Sukuna snorts softly, overhearing the conversation. “Trouble? That’s an understatement.” he mutters, though there’s a fondness in his voice that he doesn’t bother hiding.

You grin at Sukuna’s comment before turning your attention back to Jin. “No trouble at all.” you assure him. “Yuji’s been an absolute sweetheart.”

Jin sighs, a smile evident in his tone. “Thanks for looking after him. We’ll come to pick him up as soon as we get back.”

You hang up the phone and turn to Yuji, who’s watching you with wide, curious eyes. He tilts his head slightly. “Was that Daddy?” he asks, his little voice hopeful.

You nod, smiling gently. “Yes, Yuji. Your dad said he and your mom are on their way back. They’ll be here to pick you up soon.”

Yuji’s face falls, and his shoulders slump. “But… but I don’t wanna go home yet.” he murmurs, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. “I’m having so much fun with you and Uncle Sukuna…”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looks down at his nephew. “Oh, come on, brat.” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. “You miss your parents, don’t you?”

Yuji frowns and shakes his head, his small hands clenching the hem of his shirt. “But I wanna stay here longer! We didn’t even make cookies yet!” he protests, looking between you and Sukuna with pleading eyes.

You kneel down to his level, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “Yuji, we’ve had so much fun with you, and we’re going to miss you too.” you say softly. “But your mom and dad miss you too, and they can’t wait to see you.”

Yuji’s eyes welled up with tears, and he looked down, his voice barely a whisper. “I know… but I like being here… with you two.”

Sukuna sighs, his expression softening. He crouches down beside you, his hand resting on Yuji’s shoulder. “Hey, brat.” he says, his tone gentler now, “Just because you’re going home doesn’t mean we won’t see you again. We’ll have more fun days together, I promise.”

Yuji sniffles, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Really?”

“Really.” Sukuna confirms, ruffling his hair. “And next time, we’ll definitely make those cookies, huh? Maybe even chocolate chip ones. What do you say?”

Yuji’s face brightens a little, and he nods, his tears already forgotten at the mention of chocolate chip cookies. “Okay… but can we still go to the park one last time before I go home?”

You exchange a glance with Sukuna, and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Alright, one last trip to the park.” he concedes with a smirk. “But only because you already made us breakfast.”

Yuji grins, and you can’t help but smile too, your heart feeling full. “Let’s get ready, then.” you say, standing up and taking Yuji’s hand. “One more adventure before your parents come to get you.”

Yuji cheers, jumping up and down excitedly. “Yay! Let’s go!” he exclaims, all traces of sadness gone.

As you head out the door, you feel Sukuna’s hand slip into yours, giving it a light squeeze. “You’re good with him, you know? Thank you for that, babe.” he murmurs, a rare softness in his voice. 

You smile up at him. “Oh, you don’t have to thank me. You’re just as good with taking care of him, you know? Love that about you, babe.” you reply.

Sukuna couldn’t help but snorts but doesn’t disagree, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he leads the way, Yuji’s laughter filling the air. And for now, that’s all that matters.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

epilogue

Itadori Choso finally arrives home from college after a long drive. He was eager to spend some time with his little brother, Yuji. Being far gone in college, all he thinks about is when he’d get to play with his little brother. And he can’t wait. He steps into the house, dropping his bags by the door with a loud thud, and immediately calls out in front of his mother.

“Yuji! I’m back!”

Yuji, who has been doodling in the living room, perks up and runs over to greet him. “Big brother!” he shouts, throwing his arms around his older brother in a big hug. But no sooner has he hugged Choso than he starts babbling excitedly. “Guess what! I had the best time ever with Uncle Sukuna and Auntie!”

Choso’s smile wavers slightly, and he looks down at Yuji with a puzzled expression. “Oh, did you?” he asks, his tone laced with a bit of unease. “What did you do with them?”

Yuji’s eyes light up as he launches into a detailed recount of every moment spent with you and Sukuna, from the trip to the zoo to making breakfast and playing at the park. “And then Uncle Sukuna said we’ll make chocolate chip cookies next time! And Auntie said we could go to the beach too!”

Choso’s smile turns into a slightly forced grin as he listens, nodding along but feeling a twinge of jealousy in his chest. “Wow, sounds like you had… a lot of fun.” he says, trying to keep his voice light. “But hey, I’m back now, so we can have fun too, right? We can do all the things we used to do!”

Yuji’s face scrunches up in thought for a moment before he shrugs. “I guess…” he says, a bit too nonchalantly for Choso’s liking. “But Uncle Sukuna is really funny, and Auntie gives the best hugs. And we were going to make pancakes!”

Choso’s eye twitches slightly. “I can make cookies too, you know,” he says, sounding just a tad defensive. “I’ve been making them for you since forever, Yuji.”

Yuji nods, but he looks unconvinced. “Yeah, but… Uncle Sukuna flips them really high in the air. And Auntie says we can put as many chocolate chips as we want!”

Choso crosses his arms, his brow furrowing. “Oh, really?” he mutters. “Well, I bet Uncle Sukuna can’t make cookies shaped like dinosaurs like I can.” He puffs out his chest a little, feeling smug.

Yuji’s eyes widen for a second, but then he shrugs again. “Maybe!” he admits. “But Uncle Sukuna and Auntie took me to the zoo and the park, and we saw a real dinosaur—uh, I mean, a lizard that looked like one!”

Choso’s eyebrow twitches again, and he huffs. “Yeah, well, that’s cool and all, but I’m way cooler than Uncle Sukuna, right?” he says, trying to sound casual, but his voice pitches a little higher than usual.

Yuji tilts his head, considering this for a long, exaggerated moment. “Umm… I dunno…” he finally says, looking genuinely torn. “You’re both cool. But Uncle Sukuna can lift me with one arm! Can you do that?”

Choso frowns. “Of course, I can! I’m your big brother!” He scoops Yuji up in a single swift motion, lifting him high into the air. “See? I’m strong too!”

Yuji giggles, kicking his legs. “Okay, okay! You’re strong too, Choso!”

Choso sets him down with a triumphant grin, feeling like he’s finally won this little contest. “See? You don’t need Uncle Sukuna. You’ve got me.”

But then, just as Choso thinks he’s secured his place as Yuji’s favorite, you and Sukuna walk through the front door, having stopped by to return a forgotten toy. Yuji’s face lights up like a thousand-watt bulb. “Auntie! Uncle Sukuna!” he squeals, running over to you both.

Choso watches, deflated, as Yuji clings to your leg, babbling excitedly about your return. He turns to Sukuna, glaring a little. “So, you think you’re the cool uncle, huh?” he grumbles.

Sukuna smirks, crossing his arms with a cocky grin. “I don’t think, kid. I know.”

Choso rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, “I knew I should’ve stayed home this semester…” 

You laugh, noticing Choso’s pout, and lean in conspiratorially. “Don’t worry, Choso.” you say with a wink. “There’s always room for many cool people in Yuji’s life.”

Choso sighs but manages a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I guess so.” he mutters, giving in with a playful eye roll. “But I’m still making those dinosaur cookies with him today.”

Yuji bounces up and down excitedly. “Dinosaur cookies with chocolate chips!” he exclaims, clearly enjoying this newfound competition for his affection.

Sukuna scoffs, grinning. “Game on, Choso. Game on.”

And with that, Choso knows his days of being Yuji’s favorite are numbered… but at least it’ll be fun trying to win back the title.

[nerdygirlramblings]

omegaverse 141

a/n part of this once again inspired by @dragonnarrative-writes and their comment on a previous chapter. also, if you have ideas for a title, that'd be great 😂

cw: a/b/o dynamics and typical omegaverse breeding (m! and f! omegas can get pregnant) mentioned

previous

In the interim between your meeting with Captain Price and dinner with the task force you call your family pack. You know your moms and dad will give you their honest opinions, and right now you want that more than anything.

"Hey pretty girl," Dad says when he picks up the video call. "Everything okay? You usually don't call on a weekday unless we've planned it." For a moment you simply take in his smile and the way he's trying to reassure you.

You deflect. "How are you feeling, Dad?" He's carrying another litter, and after losing the last two, you know how important it is to everyone that this one is successful.

"Your moms have pretty much put me on bed rest," he says, rolling his eyes. "But you called us, honey, what's going on?"

You sigh. This is what you called them for. "Well, I wanted your opinion on something," you tell him.

"Just my opinion, or do you want the moms' too?"

You tell him you want everyone's opinion, so he moves through your childhood home to where your moms are, each room he passes drawing forth another bittersweet memory that has you missing him and your pack even more.

He finds your moms in your childhood bedroom, being transformed into a nursery, again. He sits on the rocking chair you remember, the one that floated between the three kids' bedrooms each time there was a new litter. Once your moms are standing behind Dad, you tell everyone about the offer to join Price's task force, and by extension his pack.

The more you tell them, the more your mind snags on how appealing being part of a pack is. But you can't help but be scared of the implications of that desire. Despite how Price laid things out, it's going to be hard enough to prove you're worthy of being on the 141, and if you become part of their pack, you'll never escape the talk about sleeping your way on the task force.

Your parents can tell your mind is somewhere else when you hear Mum insert your name into Bowie's "Space Oddity."

"Sorry, Mum. Wha' was i'?"

"I was just saying this - the task force, I mean - sounds like a great career opportunity. But I can't abide how much more danger this puts you in."

Mama adds, "Sounds like this alpha knew how to broach this. Didn't cock it up. And I agree with Mum, this is much more dangerous than what yer doing now. But sweetie, ya didn't see yerself when ya talked about what this would mean ta ya. And what doors it might open for other omegas like your brother."

You tear up. Both your moms see this for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity it is. You notice no one's mentioned the other half of Price's offer. "Dad?" you prompt, "Wha' da you think?"

Dad watches you for a few minutes, smiling but sad: you can see it in his eyes. "I think you need to say yes, honey. Even if it scares us more, i's the right thing fer you." Your moms don't chime in; they don't need to. But you need want their thoughts on becoming a pack omega, Dad's in particular.

"And the other part?" you ask quietly, looking away.

"Honey, becoming pack omega fer yor moms was one of the hardest and easiest decisions I ever made. I love yer moms," you watch their faces through his declaration, both putting a comforting hand somewhere on him, "and they gave me all of you pups. If Price is as good an alpha as he is a Captain, if 'e's a guiding hand for his pack, then you couldn't have a better mate. In the end, trust your omega."

And that's the crux of the matter isn't it. Your omega has been scratching at your hind brain all afternoon because she wants to take Price up on both offers as soon as possible, but you need to be smart about optics and your career.

You tell your parents you love them and thank them for their honesty, promising to tell them what you decide before the ink dries. You end the call with a few minutes to spare before dinner and take that time to pull your emotions together.

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[holdinggrudges]

oxytocin - sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x reader

content: EXPLICIT 18+, porn without plot, genuinely there is no plot, fem!reader, established relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, edging, dom/sub dynamics like..a little bit, soft dom sam, size kink but also only a little bit, no use of y/n

word count: 2.3k

summary: Sam has a thing about control. So when the pieces don’t quite fall into place—when a hunt goes a little sideways, for example—Sam can get a little…twitchy. Antsy, irritable. What you’ve learned, though, is that it’s all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.

notes: i thought this was finished two days ago and then ended up writing, like, a thousand more words. whoops. anyways uhhh...i've never written anything quite like this before (this is my first ever legit pwp lmao) so uhh if it sucks don't tell me i'll cry.

crossposted on ao3

Sam has a thing about control. You can’t fault him, of course; it’s actually sickening to think about how often his autonomy, his freedom of choice, has been wrested from him. Him turning into a bit of a control freak seems, frankly, like the best case scenario. It does mean that when the pieces don’t quite fall into place—when a hunt goes a little sideways, for example—Sam can get a little…twitchy. Antsy, irritable; you love him to death, but he’s a damn terror to be around when a hunt doesn’t go your way. What you’ve learned, though, is that it’s all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.

Two thick fingers press into your cunt, slow and leisurely, like he’s got all the time in the world, like you’re not falling apart in his lap. Like he doesn’t have you so wet it’s probably dripping down his wrist. He has your legs hooked over his, keeping you spread and open for him as he teases you. His smirk presses to your temple, your cheek, just below your ear as he plasters your face with soft kisses. “You’re doing so good,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your neck with the praise. “So perfect for me, you sound so pretty like this. Tell me when you’re close, okay, baby?” 

God, you’re not sure you’ll ever get there like this. “Sam, please.” You’re not above begging, not in the slightest, especially not right now. You feel like you’ve been here for hours, panting and whining on Sam’s lap. For fuck’s sake, you’ve still got your sweater on.

You feel more than hear the little laugh your whine drags out of Sam, a rumble in his chest where you’re plastered against him, a puff of air against your throat. “You need some help? Hmm?” he asks, dragging his unoccupied hand up your stomach and rucking your sweater up as he does. At the same time, his fingers curl inside you, stealing your breath and sending your head lolling back on his shoulder. 

“God—” Your hands scramble to grab onto something, anything, searching for purchase. In the end, one lands on Sam’s wrist as his hand cups your breast, the other grasping at the sheets below you, twisting them in your grip. 

His thumb brushes over your nipple, drawing a choked whimper from your throat. “Answer me, baby. Can you come like this, or do you need more?” 

How are you even supposed to think like this, let alone speak? “Fuck, Sam—” you manage to babble out, turning your head to hide in the crook of his neck. The smell of him floods your senses, pine and musk and just a little bit of sweat that lets you know he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. “More. I need more, please.” 

“There you go,” Sam coos at you. Then he shifts the angle of his hand so the meat of his palm grinds against your clit with every thrust of his fingers, dragging a guttural moan from your throat in the process. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? My good girl.” 

Curses spill from your lips like a chant as everything ramps up tenfold and leaves you struggling to keep up. Sam’s fingers, practised and precise, drag against your g-spot with every thrust and, combined with the pressure against your clit, they have you moaning and babbling incoherent pleas in moments. Your chest heaves with your panting, gasping breaths as the pressure in your gut grows and twists and builds until it threatens to send you careening over the edge. 

Sam’s wrist twists in your grip until you release it, letting that hand fall to white-knuckle the sheets below you with the other one. With his hand newly free, Sam draws his fingertips along your jaw and tilts your head up until he can see your face. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, sweet as candy, as if he’s not taking you apart. “Talk to me, baby. How’re we doin’?” 

Oh, he’s such a dick; he knows how you’re doing. Your pussy is pulsing around his fingers like a heartbeat, he knows damn well. He just wants you to say it. But you know what game you’re playing. “Sam…”

He presses his thumb to your lips, and his turn down on a frown that you know—you know—is performative, but that puppy look still digs its claws into your head. “Come on.” 

“Oh, fuck—” Sam curls his fingers, and your gut pulls so tight you almost forget to breathe. “Okay, I’m close, God, Sam, please—” You know it's coming, but it still comes as a stone cold shock to your system when Sam’s fingers still inside you and the pressure of his palm disappears from your clit. Your cunt flutters as the bliss that had been moments away fades out of reach; your thighs futilely trying to close, press together, but you're stopped by Sam’s legs holding them open. 

Sam carefully unsheathes his fingers from your cunt, and you could damn near sob.

He coos over the sound of your whine. “I know. But you're so pretty like this, sweetheart, so good for me.” His hand leaves your face to catch yours as you reach down to finish the job yourself, bringing it up to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Uh-uh. You trust me, don't you, pretty girl? I’ll take care of you.”

  You narrow your eyes, glaring even as you twist your hand to tangle your fingers with his. “You’re evil.” 

His laugh puffs over your lips as he leans down to press a quick kiss to them. It’s a little uncoordinated, and certainly not the best angle. But it’s a sweet apology. “Maybe I just thought you'd rather come on my cock.” 

Your next inhale is sharp, a response to the way his words make your neglected pussy flutter. You twist a little further, your nose bumping his with how close you are. “Are you gonna let me?” you ask, and your lips brush against his as you speak. 

He hums, and his eyes crinkle with the grin that he presses to your lips. “Say please—” he murmurs, the words washing over you like a wave— “and maybe I will.” Your hand tightens around his.

God, but if the power trip doesn't look good on him. The word comes out on a breath, just barely a whisper of, “Please.” 

Sam swallows the plea with a kiss, draws a gasp out of you as his teeth sink into your bottom lip and tug as he pulls away. “Please…what?” he urges, dragging a line of hot, open kisses along your jaw and down the line of your neck. “Come on. You want it, don’t you? Use your words.” 

You tip your head back, and you’re sure Sam feels you swallow around your need because the next kiss he lands on your throat is biting. “Please,” you say again, “please let me come on your cock.” 

Sam’s smile against your throat is so bright it almost burns, and he releases your hand from his grip. “Anything for you, baby.” He presses one last kiss to the base of your neck before his hands come up under your thighs, lifting you off his lap. “Come on.” 

You help him maneuver you until you’re laying on your back on the bed, and you take the opportunity to stretch your legs out, groaning at the stiffness from having them in that position for so long.

Sam kneels beside you, his hands squeezing at your thighs. “You alright?” he asks. His hands smooth up your legs to your hips before he draws them back down again in a pseudo-massage. 

You nod. “I’m okay,” you tell him, and then you let your thighs fall open to make room for him. You get the pleasure of watching his eyes snap from your face to your cunt, his pupils swallowing his irises whole. “Want you.” 

He lifts his gaze to yours again, and he holds it as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down and off.  “Whatever you want, beautiful,” he says, climbing over you and settling with his hips between your thighs before he pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside and braces his hand beside your head.

Entirely shameless, you reach out to press a hand to his chest, admiring the solid planes of his stomach flexing as he holds himself up to hover above you. His muscles shift, a body perfectly designed to drag the tip of his cock through your folds. Your breath catches in your chest, your hand smoothing up and over his shoulders to tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He smiles, then his hand settles on your thigh. “C’mere,” he mutters, drawing your leg up over his hip. Your other leg follows suit, your ankles crossing. Keeping him close. “There you go.” With that, he presses inside you. He slides in easy—you weren’t exactly hurting for prep—but the stretch of your cunt around him still has you groaning in tandem with him. 

“Fuck, Sam—” you gasp as he bottoms out, his hips kissing yours. Somehow, you always manage to forget just how big he is until you’re so full you feel like you can feel him in your throat. 

Sam’s hand that’s not currently holding him up drags the hem of your sweater up until it’s bunched around your shoulders, leaving you, essentially, bare for him. He trails his fingers down your torso, watching the goosebumps that bloom on your stomach as he traces your skin. “Good?” he asks, his voice tight with the effort of keeping still inside you. 

“Yeah. So fucking full,” you moan, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand cups your breast. “But yeah, I’m good.” 

“Good.” He draws out, dragging along your walls until only the tip is left inside, and you brace for the punch of the next thrust. But it never comes. He lingers, teasing, until you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you. “You wanna beg for it?” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, pressing your heels into his back in an effort to press him forward. He doesn’t budge. 

“I think you’re gonna,” he says, ducking his head to press his lips to the hinge of your jaw. “You wanna come? All you have to do is say please—” He brushes his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pulling a whimper from your throat— “and then I’ll fuck you so good, you know I will. Just let me hear it.” 

You turn your head to face him, staring him down, breathing in his air as you consider his proposal. You lift your head to brush your lips against his. “Please fuck me.” If you hadn’t been paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed, but his hand flexes just so where he’s cupping your chest. “Sam. Please.” 

Sam draws you into a proper kiss at the same time he slams home into you. Although, a proper kiss is maybe not the best way to describe it. It’s more Sam licking into your open, panting mouth, swallowing the desperate, airy moans that his thrusts are punching out of you. The pace he sets isn’t fast, but it’s deep, and with his tongue on your mouth and his hand on your tits, it feels like you can feel him everywhere, like there isn’t a single part of your body that isn’t being consumed by him. 

“My beautiful girl,” Sam rasps as he pulls away. He drags kisses down your neck, and then skips right over the bulk of your sweater to scrape his teeth over your nipple at the same time his fingers pinch at the other. Your chest spasms on a sobbing moan, your nails scraping down his back, aching for purchase. The feeling is overwhelming, lighting up every nerve ending you have until the only thing you can think about is Sam—Sam’s mouth on your chest, Sam’s voice soothing heated skin, Sam’s fucking cock taking you apart. “You sound so wrecked, baby, look at you.” 

“Sam—” His name drips from your lips like a mantra, over and over and over like it’s the only thing you can say anymore. You’re so close, teetering so close to the edge that a light breeze could push you over. “God, please—” 

His hand abandons your chest, smoothing down your ribs and over your hip bone. “I got you. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” he says, and then he flattens his tongue over your nipple as he shoves his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. 

It’s over—your whole body trembles with it, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you. Sam’s hips stutter where he’s fucking you through it, and then you feel him spill into you, the spasms of your pleasure having pulled him off the cliff right along with you. 

“Oh, fuck—there you go,” he gasps, his hips slowing to a stop as you both ride out the recovery. “So perfect, so good for me.” 

With the last of your energy, you lift your hands to his face to drag him into a spent, sloppy kiss. “Took such good care of me,” you mutter into his mouth, shivering while he takes the opportunity to carefully slide out of you. “Love you so much.” 

In a few minutes, the two of you will have to stumble out of bed to the bathroom, clean up and truly recover. But right now, Sam’s smile against your lips warms your chest enough to forget about his cum dripping from your cunt. “Love you too.” 

[ryllen]

why do you like treyjade so much? what is the thing about that relationship that draws you to it, and what is it that draws them to each other?

honestly this is why i keep thinking that i am not the best person a person can get their supply of treyjade from i don't have enough braincell to deliver them justice, bcs both of them are intellectual individuals in disguise that needs deeper clever writing INSTEAD U GOT THEM IN WHATEVER MESS I WROTE THEM IN FHSDH, that's why it's hard to understand how lovely their dynamic can be.

To start, these are their similarities. They have same vice duties. Jade loves growing things at botanical garden, Trey is in science club which also spends time at botanical garden. Trey bake, Jade brew tea. Trey cook, Jade eat. Simple enough.

And when they are together...

I love that Jade is completely off work/butler mode when with Trey. He is just a very spoiled someone who is very tired and just wants to be comforted with Trey. And of course Trey can be comforted the same way. This is easily one thing that brings connection between them.

Here's what my favorite couple is usually about. I can easily see them as adults that gets into meaningful long lasting relationship. Thanks to the japanese fandom, they are usually drawn in domestic relationship. Just living in the same house, spending their comfortable life together as an adult couple.

Jade can sense there are more under Trey's normality mask. If u consume more smart writing from other artists, Jade is /that/ curious about Trey that he tries to make Trey mad to see how it is if he loses his composure.

But Trey being actually smart, he can actually repel or counter Jade's taunting attempt with underlying smarter move. Which makes it even more interesting to Jade to keep on trying.

And another certain artist has Jade actually convincing Trey, that he doesn't have to stay normal, because he knows what Trey truly wants is abnormality. Trey just stays normal, because after getting Riddle in trouble & stirring trouble with Riddle's mom, it kinda traumatized him in a way. so in this other case, Jade just knows Trey is as messed up as Jade can be if Trey just let himself free, and he wants to unleash him & be (evil) partner hand in hand.

♡♡♡ Well, it's a secret. But Trey is actually bolder than you think. He is not easily repulsed or disgusted as you think. He would even break a 'law' or two to do things with Jade, like ... doing it in the school ground. (Riddle would be so mad, don't tell him) Which make them actually able cater on each other desires & quirks.

THIS PART MAKES JADE SO MOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love that IT MAKES JADE ACTS SMALL THAN TREY WHO IS ACTUALLY SMALLER THAN HIM WHICH SUPPOSEDLY DOESN'T MAKE SENSE BUT HE DID IT!!!!!!! H E IS A B A B Y !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAINTY TALLER JADE AND WELL BUILT SHORTER TREY????? SIGN ME UPPP!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS A BALANCE I CANNOT RESIST!!!!!

FSHDSHS CAN'T U SEE HOW MOE ITT IS FOR JADE TO BE THE TALLER ONE, WHEN TREY IS THE HEAD IN THE RELATIONSHIP????????

THE WAY TREY CAN STILL 'TOP' THE RELATIONSHIP DESPITE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!!!!!!! THE WAY HE HAS NO FEARR OF THE TALLERR JADEEE AND JUST HOLD HIS NECK FROM BEHIND AND KISSES HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREEAMSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This might be similar to the previous questions ago, but to me, they are more of themselves when they are together. They break from their usual duty masks. Trey is not just caring others out of responsibility. He actually have great fun feeding Jade and seeing him eats.

And Jade is not just following behind like a serving servant. He actually wants to be a baby girl, get on to Trey's lap, be patted, and bury his head over Trey's shoulder. AND U SHOULD LET HIM!! FSHDSHD

Jade not able to fly? CUTE! Jade always hungry? CUTE! Jade passionate about something? CUTE!! Jade love mushroom SENSELESS?? CUTE!! JADE PRETENDS HE IS DAINTY BUT HE CAN EASILY FIGHT A GROUP OF HOOLIGANS HIMSELF????? CUTTTEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

(EH ? ? TREY . T R E Y . P L EA S E C OM E B A C K T O Y O U R S EN S E . ;;;;)

Jade is so beautiful, how can he resist ? Despite being so dangerous, Jade is so ? C u t e ? ? how can he resist ? ? Does mermaid just naturally chant enhancement on human? O H , how can he reisist ? ? ? ? A R E H I S G L A S S E S J U S T F A U L T Y ? ? ? ? ? ? Oh Trey. Keep on guessing.

Mountain hiking? Camping? Cooking? Planting things? Alright, let's go. Outdoor wear Trey's lines said, "People get to research whatever they want in the Science Club which means I get to hear about all sorts of fascinating stuff" "Rook lectured me on proper hiking technique before we left. His tips have been pretty helpful" He actually listens, man. It seems like he is deliberately packing himself with LOADS of information so he can handle any possible situation. But he listens & actually digests the information Jade rambles to him. And that's the important thing.

O H ! The never ending fun ! ! Trey is a tough nut to crack. His defence meter skyrocketed up to the space. He is like an enrichment toy for Jade. But does Jade know that Trey is accumulating plan to also get back on Jade? Maybe not as evil. Maybe not as mean. But a win, is a win! U're gonna for sure make that pouty face, Jade.

You said what you said, Trey! No takesies, backsies! Have u seen Trey in Octavinelle uniform tho??? HE LOOKS LIKE, he's AT HOME! And for sure, Jade is muffling his voice at the corner right now. ♡♡♡

Their relationship can be sweet and direct, calculated but sweet; or attached but detached at the same time. Some artists took their individuality in more serious manner. Despite how it seems, their relationship doesn't go like actual cliche. They are not foolishly in love. They have first and foremost, sound logic of what they want. I remember this image has jade holding trey's hands while walking to the direction of the sea while the waves crashes on him, saying "sorry i can't go with you". It may seem cold. But in a way it's refreshing. It is a good material for pain for us who watches them. And they are not fake. They do not pretend that love is everything above all. They do not pretend they are actually a good person. They are what they are. And I love them for that. pixiv : (1) (2) (3) (4)

You understand what i mean?

Despite of lacking true ability to deliver how the true treyjade love is like, these are the things that make me fall in love with them. (I may feel like i missed talking about some points after posting this, i'm sure. Because i really love them in many different ways)

Since u come this far, u shall be rewarded. These are drawings from one of my top treyjade artist, toccamia, that has their account locked that you can't exactly re-live the moment I went through to get to this point. If these heavenly pictures still cannot convince you how beautiful their relationship can be . . . G o d k n o w s I ' v e t r i e d .

That's the end your journey of this post. Thank you very much for reading the rambling of lil' me.

[tritoch]

I wish people were willing to have a slightly broader or more expansive understanding of FFXIV's women because I think there's so much there in terms of easily-unearthed subtext that no one really thinks about! And I don't mean this in a "people need to re-evaluate their response to the women of Stormblood" way (though I do think that's largely true), I mean I think fandom's understanding even of the women it mostly likes is pretty weak. And you can say that's because the women are underwritten, and I won't argue that they couldn't use more attention from the writing, but that doesn't prevent you from analyzing them the way you can any character in fiction.

Like everyone's always like, oh, Y'shtola and Krile are like your snarky wine aunts, haha. But...Sharlayan is a pretty ossified and patriarchal society from what we see of it in Endwalker and places like the AST quests. Can we open ourselves to the possibility that it means something that almost every young Sharlayan woman we meet, almost all young women in academia, tends to be a little sharp and quick on the retort? The arch and snarky ways in which those two carry themselves reflect in some sense the facts that Krile is almost literally a nepo baby woman in STEM who is barely older than her students, while Y'shtola learned her behaviors from her much older female mentor, a woman who hated Sharlayan academic culture so much she literally abandoned it to go live in a cave.

Or like, Alisaie! Fan jokes and meta frequently buy into her tendency to characterize the dynamic between her and Alphinaud as a jock/nerd, street savvy extrovert vs book smart introvert thing. Except, tragically, Alphinaud's highest stat is 100% Charisma and he absolutely pulled in his student days. All his greatest achievements are diplomatic, and he very easily develops strong friendships with people in every culture you learn about. Alisaie is the determined, sensitive genius who revolutionizes Eorzea by proving the tempered can be healed. She's just permanently carrying a chip on her shoulder that while she and her brother are remembered as the youngest students in Studium history, actually he got in six months before her, a fact pretty much no one else ever brings up once. She's constantly fuming over the fact that he was marginally better than her in certain specific ways in high school, and looking to differentiate them in ways that actually fail to credit her own obvious strengths and accomplishments. I think that's so fun! It's so juicy, and it's equally good for comedy or serious character studies.

Venat is a genuinely benevolent hero who has no compunction sacrificing lives for the greater good. Minfilia is kind and compassionate and clearly on some level actually buys into the narrative of her own unique moral authority. Ysayle is a revolutionary firebrand with almost no concern for the common man, whose death reflects her Javert-like inability to reconcile her own romantic belief in justice with the tragic ways her blinkered worldview (born largely of trauma) let her be easily co-opted by a violent system. But even people who like these characters rarely move past surface-level reads (people who think Venat is just an all-loving mommy figure make me want to fucking die). The fandom is allergic to drawing connections the game doesn't draw, and fails to recognize that FFXIV is a game where characters voice understandings of themselves and others that are wrong about as often as they're right.

You can already see the ways that women like Wuk Lamat and Cahciua and Sphene are getting flattened or losing their shading in fan reception and it's boring. Like I'm not even saying this because you should take female characters more seriously or something (though you should), I'm literally just bored to tears sometimes and if you guys turn Wuk Lamat into another Hot Dumb Jock Lady, I will combust.

[oppitfs]

Updating mine

MY TOP TEN FAVORITE JJK SHIPPS!!!!

10. SHOKOHIME

They stole Jogo and Hanami's place because I got it into my head that Jogo is like the grumpy grandfather and Hanai is the vegan aunt of the curse family! I like them. I think it's a ship with a lot of potential. I need to consume more content, but I love the fanarts!!!

9. HIGUNANA

This crack grew in me and now I'm suffering for them after the last chapter. In a kind universe, Higuruma and Nanami adopted Yuji and they live happily and happily!!! I think the two go together a lot and the fanfics are adorable! These Old Yaoi will be the death of me!!!!

8. CHOSOYUKI

They've come down a little, but man I still love them!!! Even more so now because my thirst for Choso awakened and I started reading fanfics of him being a good big brother and I fell to my knees! I still want to write more and explore his relationship with Yuji. And God, YUKI IS AMAZING!!!! THEY DESERVED TO STAY TOGETHER, AKUTAMI YOU DAMN IT!!!!

7. HIGUKUSA

A friend on twt is feeding me higukusa art and, god, this crack (not so crack, because that "I'll protect you even if I have to die for it" from kusakabe hit me hard) has taken root in my heart! I'm also obsessed with Higuruma, so I combined the useful with the pleasant!

6. INUOKKO

THEY ARE CUTE OKAY!!!! I AM OBSESSED WITH CREATING HCS FOR THEM!!! I don't consume much of their stuff, but all the fanart I've seen is cute and their participation in the itafushi fics I read is always welcome!!! It's kind of strange to read something where they're not together…

5. NOBAMAKI

MY OPINION HAS NOT CHANGED, OKAY??? NOBAMAKI IS WONDERFUL AND I WOULD KILL TO HAVE MORE OF THEM!!! But since I saw Nobara's flashback I've been wondering if Fumi wouldn't be a good ship too? Does anyone have a fanfic/fanart of him, by the way??? ANYWAY, NOBAMAKI IS STILL MY FAVORITE!!!

4. KIRAKARI

I'M IN LOVE WITH KIRARA!!!! SHE AND HAKARI ARE THE ONLY HEALTHY THINGS IN THIS MISERABLE MANGA!!!! I love imagining what their relationship is like, writing hcs slice to life minis and drawing Kirara! But I'm getting worried because I saw someone saying that Kirara could appear in the Hakari x Urame fight to help her boyfriend and I know what's going to happen and I don't want it to happen! GEGE GET THESE DIRTY CLAWS AWAY FROM MY BABIES!!!!

3. SATOSUGU

YOU RUINED BLACK AND WHITE FOR ME, YOU DEPRESSED BITCHES!!! My friend is obsessed with them and boy can I understand! These two are tragic, with a beautiful dynamic and a happy ending(?). Plus they fucked up my Christmas Eve. I hope these two bitches are causing terror in heaven!

2. ITAFUSHI!!!!

If you've known me for more than a second, you'll know that I have an average of five outbreaks a day because of these two. This whole thing about always trying to save others even if it condemns them destroys me, okay??? Fanfics and fanarts also feed me! And I'm going to convince all my friends to ship this too so I can yell at 2am at them about little details of their dynamic! AND THEY MATCH SO MUCH!!! Of course, no more than our first place!!!!

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EVERYONE X THERAPY!!!

Please let the deaths stop and this become canon

Honorable mention for _ Tojikuna (more because a twt artist is obsessed with them and that rubbed off on me) _ Hainana _ Toji x Mamagumi _ Okkofushi (Yuta was Megumi's first crush and you can't get that out of my head) _ Uraume x Sukuna (one-sided) _ Yuta x Maki

[parchmentmischief]

Soft Universe

Viktor x gn!reader

Content warnings: MDNI, power dynamics discussed (vague), (vaguely dom reader, sub Viktor, discussion suggests they’re both verse)

A/n: honestly I just wanted to write smut that’s inclusive and honest and HOT abt sex w a disability and what support thru that can look like (source: I am also disabled similarly)

A/n: Vitka and Vitya are both nicknames for Viktor in Rus (I chose Russian instead of Czech bc I speak Czech not at all.)

…

It started out innocent enough.

Jayce was trying and failing to copy Viktor’s accent, the pair of you giggling every time Viktor looked up from across the lab.

“I don’t sound like that.” Viktor appears like a ghost behind you both, startling you enough that Jayce lets out a yelp.

“Come on, it is good no? It’s close.” Jayce tries again, this time with hands up to block the random strewn book Viktor lifts to smack him with.

“Not even a little, it’s very bad.” Viktor says seriously, the corner of his lip twitching as he pushes down a smile. You and Jayce remain the only people allowed to tease him, even though he pretends he doesn’t like it from either of you.

“And, lovely assistant of mine, are you going to give it a shot?” Viktor asks, and your eyebrows raise.

Lovely?

“This feels like a trap. You just want to smack me with the book too.” You point a finger accusingly at the ready position Viktor is holding it in. Had he called you lovely? There’s a blush spreading across your face already, you can feel it heat your cheeks and ears.

Viktor gives a shrug, imitating nonchalance. “Fine, don’t.” A small twitch of his lips gives him away, he’s laughing at you.

As he turns, you have the sudden urge to make him eat his words, to maybe make him feel a bit embarrassed too.

“Ждать.” (Wait.)

He freezes.

“Это правильно, mmm?” (This is correct, hmm?) “Ты говоришь по-русски?” (You speak Russian?)

“Ты тоже?!” (And you speak it?!)

Your eyes crinkle a bit at the corners as you smile wide, switching back to common for Jayce’s benefit. “I know some, not a lot. But my accent is bad.”

“No it’s-“ Viktor catches himself, eyes wide at what he had almost just spoken aloud. What would have even come out? That your voice was deeper when you spoke in his native tongue and it made him want to sink to his knees in front of you? That hearing a language so far back in his memory felt like pressing hard on a bruise?

Gods, and did that mean when he called you милый (darling) when he was too tired to catch himself, that you Knew?!

Victor’s eyes widen and widen, still frozen in place. You see his hand tighten on his cane, knuckles almost white.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. Viktor? You’re looking a bit panicked.”

“You’ve been able to speak my language this whole time?”

“I mean yes, I had friends as a kid who spoke it so some just kind of,,, stuck.”

“Oh.” he says rather intelligently.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean for that to even be a secret it just kind of doesn’t come up? I guess? I’m not good by any means.” you demure.

Viktor’s ears are red. He can feel them burning but refuses to draw any more attention to it.

“Viktor?” you stand awkwardly frozen across from him, unsure of what you’ve done.

“Nothing, it is nothing. Your voice, it is much deeper when you speak in it.” he attempts to respond evenly but somehow it sounds breathless even to his own ears. He clears his throat to try to cover it.

You raise an eyebrow. “And you,,,, like this? About my voice?”

Jayce coughs pointedly in the background. “Should I uh. Leave?”

Viktor turns and says “no” in the same moment you say “yes.”

Twice in a row now you’ve shocked Viktor enough for it to be plain on his face. He twists from Jayce back to you almost unconsciously.

“I think Viktor and I need to have a deeper conversation about this, Jayce, would you mind?”

Jayce, who is very much confused about the ‘vibes’ of the room and whether or not the two of you are going to fight or fuck, decides to take that moment to slide over to the door and make a quick exit.

“Sure thing, I uh, need to head to the forges anyways. Bye!” The door closes soundly behind him.

You turn your full attention to Viktor. “You called me lovely.” you state.

“When did I do that.”

“Viktor! Literally just now, less than five minutes ago? ‘Your lovely assistant?’”

His mouth pops open in an “oh” but the sound doesn’t come out.

“I think I’ve figured you out, Vitka.”

“Vitka? Oh are doing nicknames now are we?”

You smile blithely, “I think it’s fitting.”

“And what’s that?” he swallows and sees your eyes track to his throat and up again.

You take a single step forward, now within his space. You can see him struggle to keep his eyes from going to your lips and fail.

Another step, and you’re close enough to breathe the same air.

Viktor thinks to himself that if he tilted his lips just so, your lips would brush. Oh how he wants to.

You move slowly, tipping your head to meet his eyes, running a hand along his jaw the way you’ve craved to do for so long. He leans into the touch almost subconsciously. It makes something soft and bright burn in your chest as his eyes close. You brush a thumb across his cheek.

“Will you let me kiss you?” You whisper it like a confession in his ear.

“You are my assistant.” You can see him conflicted, eyes shifting anywhere but directly towards you. “The power dynamics alone make this unethical.”

It makes you smile softly, that it’s something Viktor has concern over. “Is that why you’ve never said anything before?” You brush some of his hair back from his face, dragging nails lightly over his scalp, and his eyes flutter shut again at the contact.

“I promise, Vitya, the power dynamics are not something I’m worried about.” you grab the hair at his nape and give a gentle pull.

His eyes haze over and a soft groan escapes his lips.

“I don’t want to try to convince you to do something you don’t want Viktor, I’ll stop if you’d like me to.” you softly release the hold you have on his hair, dropping the hand to his shoulder. “But don’t hold yourself back if it’s on my account.”

He’s silent, eyes half lidded with open desire for you.

“Words, darling.” You whisper to him.

He kisses you instead. It’s gentler than you expected, a short press of his lips to yours. He cups your face so reverently between his hands. It brings a bright heady grin to your face. “So yes?”

“Yes, gods.” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you again, and again. They’re soft kisses, after every one Viktor opens his eyes like he’s afraid you’ll have disappeared in the time it takes him to look again. His hands trail through your hair slowly.

“Jayce is, ha,” a soft moan breaks his sentence as you press a kiss to his jaw, “he’s- going to make fun of me later.”

“Why’s that?”

“I just yelled at him,” a cough, “last week for having relations in the lab among all of the Sterile Equipment.”

You snort. “Your timing is perfect as always.”

You mouth along his neck, encouraged by every breathy sound that comes from Viktor’s lips. He tilts his chin to the side to give you better access.

Your lips come to the base of his throat and stop, your fingers pulling gently at the collar of his shirt. “May I?”

He nods quickly, “Please,, do.” The words come out in two separate breaths.

You slide your hands over his collar and unbutton one, two, three, pressing more kisses to his exposed throat and chest. You press one over the side of his chest covered by the brace as well, glancing up to gauge his reaction.

A funny little smile has made its way to his lips. One that you file in your brain to ask about again later, when you’re less focused on getting him to whine again.

You move down further, rucking up the fabric of his shirt to reach more of his chest instead of wasting time with the rest of the buttons.

One of your hands is anchored softly to his back alongside his brace, pressing him closer to you as you lean down, pressing kisses between the rib spacings of the brace, using a bit of teeth in the areas where you can hear his voice catch.

You’ve kissed low enough now to be just above the edge of his pants, and run a few teasing fingers just beneath the band of fabric, before leaning back up to catch his mouth in another kiss.

It becomes filthier, louder. Viktor’s tongue is in your mouth and he’s pressed close enough that you can feel his excitement lower. He’s not holding back how, his hands are all over every inch of you he can reach.

Your shirt ends up discarded somewhere on the floor, followed quickly by the tank beneath.

Your hand moves to the button of his pants and he pauses only slightly, hands still splayed across you. “My knee, it’s-“

“Do you need to stop?” you ask, just to be sure. You pause anyways.

“No, it’s,” his cheeks flush a bit, “not that. My, ah, pants can’t come off with the outer brace still on.”

“Oh,” you brighten, “of course, here.” You press him gently on his sternum, guiding him back onto the lab table to sit.

And then, because you can’t resist, you lift on both knees to spread his thighs open for you. Solely so there’s room for you between them, of course. It makes Viktor blush hard enough that he tries to cover his face as you sink to your knees, working smoothly to undo the knee brace mechanisms.

“How did you-“ Viktor pauses, coughs, “how did you know how to take this off so quickly? I designed the supports myself.”

You blink. “To make sure I could fix it for you, if you ever needed it.”

Something passes across his face for just a moment. “But you’ve never seen the parts up close before now, it must have taken-“

“Days, yes. To reconstruct without bothering you with invasive questions.” You press a kiss softly to his cheek. “I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, no it’s.” Kind of you. Thoughtful in an unobtrusive way, in a way that doesn’t step all over his autonomy. It makes something bright in his chest burn.

You just nod, like you’ve read his mind. Your hand comes back up to his hair again, softly running your fingers through it. “Would you like to continue? I don’t mind stopping.” You place a soft kiss on the corner of his jaw and his eyes flutter.

“More, more always.” And then he’s pulling you in, using his uninjured leg to cage you in against him. His lips are at your neck, kissing and leaving a line of marks he looks at with satisfaction. You leave one in return, high on his neck, just under his jaw, laving your tongue over it after in a way that has him pressing up into you.

His whole body shudders as you drag a hand lower, mouth still sucking pretty bruises in a bouquet on his neck. You tug gently at his pants, “May I?”

“Of course,”

You smile, kiss him again before turning your attention to the buckle. Just the barest brush of your hands over the straining fabric there has him hissing through his teeth.

You smirk just slightly, “Sensitive, Viktor?”

He all but tssks at you, “Yes, yes hurry up.”

You pull the zipper down slowly, just to tease him. He muffles a soft whine against his arm as you trace a finger over the new territory you’ve uncovered.

“You sound beautiful, let me hear you.”

He removes the arms slowly, uncovering the blush that’s returned to his cheeks, his eyes fluttering between you and your hand pressed too lightly against his length. When he looks up you reward him with a gentle squeeze, the pleasure shooting up his spine and making him gasp.

“You’ve,” he breathes heavily, “done this before.” He can’t help but to cant his hips into your hand. A hand that is still Not Moving.

“Mm, but I’ve thought about doing this to you infinitely more. Often times right here, sometimes in my bed, or yours,” you keep talking just to watch his eyes darken further. “One time in a janitor’s closet but you were being very loud,” You press an open mouthed kiss to his clothed length to pull a moan from his throat.

You move to pull his pants from his legs, wrapping a hand around his middle to guide him back up to standing with you.

You slide the fabric down slowly, reverently, placing kisses to his hips, both of his thighs, to the indentation marks left by his brace. You allow the fabric to pool at his feet before standing again.

Viktor’s eyes are distracted again with some thought, you can see his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow as he considers speaking.

“I’m sorry, that I can’t -“ you silence him with a gentle hand cupping him through his boxers, the sentence turning into an aborted sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. It has him stumbling back into you.

“None of whatever that sentence was about to be, darling.” You squeeze ever so slightly for emphasis. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment. “I’m honored. Viktor. I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want you exactly as you are.”

This, over everything else, is what seems to affect him most, his cheeks blushing red as well as the tips of his ears.

“And it doesn’t bother you.” He says it as a statement.

You run your hand gently up the ribs of his brace, tracing higher until a hand rests against his cheek.

“Nothing about this bothers me, at all Vitka. I want you, if you’ll have me.” You whisper this part, feeling a bit unsure despite your matching states of undress. This feels like more a confession than your lips on his. Past physical need, you feel like you’ve just offered a sliver of your soul out for him to heal or hurt.

Viktor surges forward in answer, kissing you like he’s starved of it. His spine is curved as far as the brace will allow as he presses into you, his bare chest exposed in an almost obscene way through his half unbuttoned shirt. Gods, you want to ruin him.

His hands are grasping, pulling you closer so your hips are flush together.

“What do you need from me darling” you ask against his lips.

“More, more, please”

You push him flat onto the work table, scattering notes and miscellaneous tools out of the way of his spine. His hair is spread in a halo around his face in a breathtaking way. He looks heartbreakingly beautiful all laid out for you, eyes glimmering with need.

Your thighs bracket his hips now.

“How would you like me?” You ask teasingly as you slowly lower yourself down to a comfortable sitting position astride him.

“You’d let me choose?”

You hum an affirmative. “I like any, but I don’t know what would pleasure you the most. Tell me.” Your request makes his toes curl.

“Any?”

You nod. “How have you thought about me?”

“Would you ride me, sitting as you are now?”

“I would love to,”

“And - another time, when I am more prepared, would you …?”

Another time, hmm?

He stutters , suddenly unsure “I thought that-“

Immediately you feel guilty for teasing him, surging up to place your lips to his in reassurance. “I’m teasing you, Vitya. I want there to be many more times too.”

“And yes, when I have the proper supplies to prepare you, I would love to watch you take all of me. You’ve done that before? Actually don’t tell me, I’ll just become jealous of a person in the past.”

“The jealous type?” his snarky tone is back but with no real bite.

“Well I’ve just gotten you all to myself, perhaps I’m feeling a bit extra possessive now.”

“Hmm it’s a good look on you”

You smile wide. “You like it? I can come by and leave you pretty marks above your collar more often if you’d like.”

His hand goes subconsciously to the bite you placed under his jaw.

“It is-“

“Completely visible, yes.” Your mouth curves into a self satisfied smile.

“You really are feeling possessive aren’t you.”

“I can’t help it if I want to keep you here and ravish you for the next eternity.” You roll your hips against his for emphasis.

“Come here,” He pulls you down to lie with him, kissing you deeply.

“Can I put my weight on the braced side?”

“Yes, I won’t break.”

You flick his forehead, “I never said you would, Viktor. Causing you additional pain isn’t very romantic though now is it.”

“Oh it’s romantic now,” He sighs, not annoyed, “Just put your weight on me and we’ll find out.” He pulls you down onto him before you have time to protest. “There, better?”

But you’re already kissing again before you could think to respond, slower, rocking your hips into each other in time.

Your need for him just keeps growing, you want to eat him alive. He looks sinful with hair mussed and his lips bitten pink, chest heaving. His moans begin to crescendo, his hands on your hips tightening to a point just before pain.

“You’re close?”

He barely has the sense left to nod, chasing a high this close like a man starved.

“Will you finish just like this, Vitya, for me?” Your hands ghost over his throat, marveling at how beautiful he looks under you. He surprises you by holding the hand in place there at his neck.

His eyes are glassy, you apply a bit more pressure, looking to see if you understand his request.

He whines and his eyes roll back into his head. You press to the sides of his throat harder, “I’ve got you, darling,” you grind down harder now against him, “Gods you look gorgeous like this Viktor. Not even fully undressed.”

He makes a wounded keening sound, back fully arching off the table as he’s hit with an orgasm. You work him through it, hand no longer putting pressure to his throat but gently held in place.

He comes down from the high slowly, hips jolting from aftershocks. He curls towards you like a flower to the sun. “That was -“ he’s still breathless, breathing deeply as you pull him into your arms, drawing soft patterns on his back as his breathing returns to normal.

•••

You lay in silence together for awhile, limbs tangled, sated and happy just in each other’s presence.

After a bit though, you prop your head up on one hand so you can look at Viktor. “Let’s do this again, but I’ll do it properly this time. Can I take you out to dinner?”

“You are, interested in that with me?” There is some amount of shock on his face.

You almost smack your head sitting up so quickly. “Viktor! Yes! Was my extreme interest in you not clear after quite literally taking you on the nearest surface?”

“Yes, well. I wasn’t sure if it was just, ah. Physical for you.”

“I’m sorry for not being clear then, Vitya. I’m interested in you. I love your mind and your body. The whole package. Including your injuries, including your insane sleep schedule, including your intense relationship with coffee-“

“Okay! Okay. I get it, I was being a bit self loathing. I am just. Ah. Interested in you too. More than physically that is. And I was hoping you felt the same.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “And next time I’ll wine and dine you before taking you over the nearest surface.”

Viktor chokes

[itsnesss]

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 | thanos & nam-gyu × fem! reader

summary | amid the deadly squid games, you’re caught in a love triangle between nam-gyu, your protective guardian, and thanos, a darkly possessive rival

warnings | romantic tension, jealousy, possessiveness, power dynamics, kissing, ambiguity,

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

Nam Gyu walks beside you, his protective gaze fixed on your every move. Every time you step away, he follows. He doesn’t say it, but his eyes scream it: Don’t move away from me. The control, the calm, that serenity he gives you comforts you, makes you feel safe amidst the chaos. But there’s something more behind that look, something that has grown stronger with each passing round.

"I don’t want you near him." His voice is soft but firm. You know he’s talking about Thanos, the other player who has crossed your path.

Before you can respond, a dark shadow shifts nearby. Thanos. His presence always carries that intimidating power, something that sends shivers down your spine and makes you doubt yourself. He won’t settle for being just another player in the game—no, he wants to be the only one. You see it in his gaze, in the way he looks at you as if he’s the only man in the world. The way his breath intertwines with yours makes you nervous, but in a... delicious way.

"Let him speak, Nam Gyu. You can’t have her all to yourself." Thanos’s voice is low, deep, loaded with an intensity that makes you think he could destroy everything he touches. And yet, you’re drawn to him.

Nam Gyu looks at you with fury in his eyes, his fingers tightening around your wrist without letting go, while his eyes remain locked on Thanos.

"She’s not an object to be shared." The firmness in his tone is like a shield surrounding you, but you feel the pressure of the conflict between them, something that is slowly building.

Thanos, however, doesn’t back down. He smirks disdainfully, a cruel touch of amusement on his lips.

"Do you think you have the right to say that? You know what she wants, Nam Gyu. And it’s not just your protection that draws her. It’s more... it’s what I can give her." His voice carries an arrogant tone, almost a challenge. He steps closer, and this time, it’s your turn to feel the pressure. The desire in his gaze is palpable, as if he’s waiting for you to make the decision.

The air between the three of you is thick with tension. The atmosphere becomes unbearable, the air slicing in two, and you feel like you can’t escape not from them, not from the games, not from what’s growing between the three of you.

...

You’re alone with them in a secluded place. The anguish of the competition and the fear of death are momentarily forgotten as the three of you face something much more complex. In their eyes, the desire and jealousy are evident. They still haven’t learned to share you, and you know it.

Nam Gyu watches you with eyes full of tenderness but also warning. His concern for you is written in every gesture, in every word he speaks. He’s always been the protector, the one who silently cares for you. But that calm is beginning to crack under something far more primal.

"I don’t want you near him. I’ll protect you, I’ll take care of you." His words are soft, but the tone of his voice tells you he’s not willing to share you with Thanos. His fingers brush against your cheek with affection, but also with a possessiveness you can’t ignore.

Before you can respond, the sound of heavy footsteps makes you turn. It’s Thanos, advancing with firm steps, his gaze fixed on you.

"Do you think that’s enough? She needs more, Nam Gyu. And I can give it to her." His tone is defiant, but also filled with something dark, something that pulls you in with force. It makes you feel alive, dangerous, like you’re walking on the edge of an abyss.

The tension between the three of you is unbearable. Nam Gyu positions himself between you and Thanos, his body acting as a protective barrier, but you can’t ignore the fact that Thanos is there, just a step away from you.

"I... I don’t want this. I don’t want you to fight over me." Your voice trembles, but you can’t help it. The desire you feel for both of them, the pull between them, makes you feel like you’re about to break.

Thanos steps closer to you, fearless, without hesitation. His hands touch your face with a dangerous softness, as if he’s claiming his territory.

"You don’t have to choose, little one. I’ll show you." And with that, he leans in and kisses you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His kiss is demanding, possessive, but you can’t stop yourself from responding to him. It’s as if your body had been waiting for him.

Beside you, Nam Gyu tenses, his body rigid with fury. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t intervene. He knows he can’t stop what’s happening between you and Thanos. The battle is just beginning, and though his heart is full of jealousy, he stays back, watching, waiting.

Thanos’s kiss is everything you feared and desired.

When he pulls away, his eyes gleam with satisfaction, as if he’s won something, something you can’t fully understand. But you know that, somehow, this isn’t over. It’s only the beginning.

Nam Gyu doesn’t say anything, but his gaze speaks for him.

He steps closer too, and this time, his kiss is softer, warmer, a direct contradiction to Thanos’s. It’s a kiss that wraps you in affection, in unspoken promises.

"I want you too. And I won’t let them hurt you." His voice is soft but firm, like a vow.

You’ve just lived a moment that left you breathless: the kisses, the caresses, the words that blend with the danger of the competition. But now, a weight presses on your chest, and you know something has to be resolved. You can’t keep hiding what you feel for both of them; you can’t keep denying what attracts you to them.

Both men stare at you, each waiting for an answer, each seeking something you probably can’t give them. Nam Gyu, with his gentle gaze, but filled with something that seems more like fear than a need; Thanos, with his dark eyes burning with the intensity of passion and possessiveness.

"You have to choose." Nam Gyu’s voice is low, but the decision is clear in his words. You know it, and he knows it too. But you’re not prepared for this choice.

Thanos’s tone is even deeper when he speaks, almost defiant. "You can’t have us both, little one. You’re mine, and you know I’ve proven it." His closeness makes you tremble, and his intense gaze feels as though he wants to devour you.

But instead of responding with fear or insecurity, you feel something inside you shift. You know this battle isn’t just about surviving the Squid Games but also something much more personal: your own feelings.

You step closer to them, not retreating from their penetrating gazes but advancing. The space between you and Thanos narrows, and you can feel the energy radiating from him, that mix of desire and control you’ve never been able to resist. But you turn to Nam Gyu, who’s watching you with a tense calm, his body stiff, but his eyes filled with uncertainty.

"I don’t have to choose," you reply firmly, and even though your heart is racing, you don’t let anxiety control you. "I can have both of you."

Both men freeze for a moment, as if your words were an unexpected blow neither of them anticipated. Nam Gyu frowns, his face a mix of confusion and sadness, while Thanos smirks, but it’s a crooked smile, filled with something that could be disdain or satisfaction. You can’t be sure.

"You can’t play with us like that." Nam Gyu’s voice is soft, but the pain is evident. Though his face remains calm, his eyes don’t lie. He’s searching for you, but he doesn’t know if he can endure this kind of game.

Thanos, on the other hand, doesn’t seem as affected, but his attitude shifts. He’s now closer to you, his hand resting on your shoulder with a firmness that makes you feel like you can’t escape—not from him. "Whatever you decide, little one, you’ll know that my power over you is unmatched." His tone is darker, more possessive.

You feel trapped between them, unsure if what you said is what you truly want. But deep down, you know it’s not as simple as choosing. You have the capacity to love them both in different ways, and even if this confuses them, you’re not afraid to show them that you don’t have to belong to either one exclusively.

"I can have both of you. It’s not a choice; it’s more than that." Your voice resonates in the air, and for the first time in a long time, you feel in control of the situation, even if you’re not sure how to handle it.

Thanos steps closer, almost invading your space, and stares at you intensely. His eyes overflow with conflicting emotions, but there’s no doubt about what he’s thinking. "You’re mine... and you know I’m not patient." His words are a dangerous whisper, but instead of repelling you, they make you feel more alive.

Nam Gyu, however, seems to hesitate. He approaches slowly, but his face reflects an internal struggle. He doesn’t know how to react. "I can’t share you... I won’t." It’s a resolute statement, but at the same time, there’s something vulnerable in his tone, something that makes you question whether he’s truly ready to compete with Thanos for you.

You take a moment to breathe, to evaluate everything you’ve said, everything you’ve started to build. And though you feel the situation might be unsustainable, you don’t regret what you’ve decided.

"I can have both of you. I don’t have to choose." Your declaration, though simple, cuts through the air between them. It’s an affirmation that makes it clear what you’re capable of giving both of them: love, passion, but also independence. They have to accept it, even if they don’t understand it yet.

Thanos smiles, this time with a hint of amusement, as if he’s found a challenge in you that excites him. "Whatever you say, little one... you belong to yourself, and it won’t be easy for him to accept that." The challenge in his voice is clear, and you know it won’t be easy—not for either of them.

Nam Gyu, though hurt by the idea of sharing you, slowly nods. His gaze softens, even though the pain remains. "This isn’t what I expected, but... if that’s what you want, I guess I’ll have to get used to it." His words are filled with doubt, but also with a reluctant acceptance.

[zyxoxox]

in the name of ragnvindr//

older brother!diluc x platonic!reader x older brother!kaeya

a/n. i think i’ll be writing about these three a lot more. so this is the title i’ve given to the series! started with this.

if you have anything more to say about the ragbros and their new little sibling, please come scream to me about it. i will love you so much for it i swear.

diluc being an older brother again meant the same for kaeya, but their dynamics couldn’t be more different.

it mostly fell on diluc to raise the kid he took in. he’d still spoil the kid silly, but was also much stricter with them as well.

wake up at the break of dawn, you mustn’t say this and that, you must dress properly before leaving the estate, no unhealthy snacks more than once a day, bedtime by ten-

for a teen these were all quite necessary, of course, but that gave kaeya an opportunity- he was the fun one. diluc didn’t like this title kaeya had earned, but there was no helping it- while diluc had to show some restraint, kaeya could coddle the child to his heart’s content.

there was a particular incident, where kaeya had been returning from sumera with the traveller, and decided to visit the winery on the way.

“why, master diluc, i just came to drop by!”

the sound of that sentence was all it took. a crash could be heard upstairs, with the sound of clamouring footsteps getting louder and louder until-

“kaeya’s here?!”

with an excited squeal you’d run over and jump on top of him, letting him spin you in a circle.

“now, now! you’re getting quite big, my legs will give out if you do that any longer.”

“eh, it’s fine, you’ll manage!”

your eyes lit up as the two of them spoke to each other. moments like this were so rare, they couldn’t help but fill you with joy.

and so when kaeya brought out the gift he’d bought for diluc, you couldn’t help but get inquisitive.

“well, i’ll be off to get my wine then,” kaeya turned to leave, but you cleared your throat. he turned to face you, raising an eyebrow.

you looked at the gift, now on the table, and then at him.

“oh? i’m afraid that’s all i have with me, [name]. this gift was for the winery, and you are a part of it, are you not?”

you were skeptical. this was definitely a joke. crossing your arms, you gave him a look.

but kaeya seemed genuinely confused. “don’t tell me you wanted something else!” he exclaimed, looking upset.

so he truly hadn’t gotten you anything from sumeru! oh no, you couldn’t guilt him over that!

“uh, no! it looks very nice kaeya. it’s very… unique. i like the way it’s shaped,” quite frankly, you couldn’t tell what it was.

as you struggled to find the right words, a sudden laugh came from behind. “you should see the look on your face right now! it’s priceless!”

“kaeya!”

“what, you truly thought i wouldn’t bring you something from sumeru? even after i promised?”

that’s right, you’d made him promise to get you a souvenir before he left. you’d nearly forgotten, but he hadn’t.

kaeya knelt to the floor, calling you to sit beside him. “now, look here,”

he took some neatly folded clothes from a bag, all in your favourite colours. “i know you quite like your current wardrobe, but i thought you might like these as well.”

they were perfect! but the bag wasn’t empty yet. next he took out a sketch pad, with a bottle of ink and a quality quill. “the akademiya needs a lot of paper, i heard. it’s good drawing and writing, since you like to do it so much.”

diluc watched as kaeya continued to take things out of the bag, one by one. after that was a wooden doll, and then some snacks, and finally, a red stoned ring. “we took him shopping at the district,” paimon explained. “we thought he’d buy a souvenir he liked! we didn’t know he’d buy them an item at every shop we visited!”

you giggled in delight. how lucky you were!

“kaeya, you’re the best!” you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. “diluc, you too!” you pulled him to your height and kissed his cheek as well. “i need to get ready for the meeting diluc and i are going to, kaeya, but i’ll come back! so don’t leave, okay?”

with that you ran back to your room upstairs, filling the halls with laughter, hands full of sumerian goods. kaeya and diluc watched you disappear out of sight.

“now, i’m slightly hurt! i’m the one who got the goods, and yet somehow, that qualifies you for a kiss on the cheek as well! this is what they call favouritism, master diluc.”

diluc scoffed. “tch. they’d do the same if it were me who got them gifts instead, to your pleasure.”

kaeya’s pout turned into a smile. “aha! we should put that to test, don’t you think?”

[wordsfromthymouth]

Just a taste

𓇬 as his wife, you run the bakery front of his operation, and Alfie can't help but come to visit when he's hungry 𓇬

‪‪❤︎‬ pairing: alfie solomons x f reader: readers physical appearance is as non-descriptive as possible for inclusion

< since alfie always insists he runs a bakery, i thought it fitting to write a fic about it, some canon divergence. word count: 3.1k >

warnings: 18+ smut, kids don't fucking read this. period typical dynamic, established relationship, pet names, oral, breeding kink if you squint, safety's off (raw)

The bell chime at the front door pulled you out of your daydreaming. You'd been hiding out in the kitchen of the bakery, reading through the day’s paper while the last of the bread rolls baked in the oven, a cup of steaming tea at your side.

You hopped down from your perch by the stove, dusting excess flour off your apron, and made your way to the front. The old woman standing at the counter was not one of your regulars, and she regarded your entrance with a stern expression, which only turned further down into a scowl as you approached her.

“Good morning,” you said, coming to stand behind the counter. The old woman wrinkled her nose.

“This bakery stinks of rum,” she said; her voice was irritating and sharp. You forced a pleasant expression on your face, rather than grimacing at her crabbiness.

“Indeed it does, ma’am,” you said, nodding thoughtfully. Being directly below the rum house would be to blame; most days the smell of baked goods overpowered any trace of rum; other days, it wasn’t enough.

The old woman did not seem pleased with that answer; her expression souring even more. You tutted quietly before moving to pull out a cake from the display window.

“It must be the cake you’re smelling, just made fresh this morning; it’s a rum cake. Would you like to try some?” You said brightly. Before the woman could reply, you were already cutting into the cake and placing a slice on a napkin, sliding it across the counter toward her.

The woman stared down at it primly, as if she was offended by the very sight of it, but then she picked it up and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. You stood there, patiently watching her, knowing full well that the cake was delicious, and if a free slice got the old bat out of the store without trouble, then you were happy to give it.

“Hmmm… you could open a window at the very least; one would think they’re standing in a brewery!” She finally said her disdain was not nearly as bold this time as she walked out, and you hid your smirk when you noted the napkin-covered slice tucked into her hand. Victory.

The door shut loudly, and you sighed in relief; the last thing you needed was for old batty ladies to kick up a fuss over the smell and draw attention to the place.

The rum house, which Alfie referred to as the ‘bakery’, had three floors; the lower level was where they distilled, refined and stored the rum; it was also where Alfie’s office was.

The upper level was where he had his jeweller shop, which was, more accurately, a small closed-off storage space. Accessible only by a rickety wooden staircase at the back of the building and kept locked at all times.

It was there he would buy and sell jewellery, gold and other valuables. Any goods that came his way would also be stored and appraised there before he’d send them off to market.

The main floor, which was on the street level, was an empty shopfront with a shabby sign that said “bakery”. Alfie had put up the sign there when he began distilling rum, or “baking bread”, as he called it. Though it sat closed with the curtains drawn for a few years, it served its purpose as a front.

It wasn’t until you came into the picture that Alfie suggested using the space as a legitimate bakery. You were thrilled because you loved to bake and could make at least two dozen recipes from memory alone.

So you agreed, and the same week plans began. He’d give you a lump sum to stock and supply the bakery with everything you needed and left you to run it as you saw fit. It didn't take long for business to pick up.

Soon you found it was making good money, but Alfie refused to take a cut. He took care of all the money and household expenses without question; if you needed it or wanted something, he saw it was taken care of.

The money you earned from the bakery was all extra, and he insisted you keep it for yourself because, in his words, he “wanted his wife to have her own money but never have to spend a dime”.

It was a little untraditional, though there wasn’t much about Alfie that could fall into the realm of tradition in the first place, and it made you smile that he wanted to take care of you but still ensure you could be independent.

So you saved the money, the bills neatly tucked away beneath the floorboards of the bakery, and from time to time you used it to treat him because he never spoilt himself.

A few weeks ago you’d had his cane repaired; it was a slim wooden stick, barely wider than a reed, and didn’t even have a proper handle. He had other canes that were much nicer and better made, but he insisted on using that one, and when you noticed a crack was beginning to form along the middle of the shaft from use, you had it mended and a new cap put on the bottom.

When you presented it to him the next morning at breakfast, he pulled you in for one of his suffocating bear hugs, even doing a walk up and down the parlour to show it off, and it made you smile from ear to ear.

Today you planned to stop by the chemist to pick up a new salve for his joints. Alfie was not as old as most people thought he was; his hunched-over exterior and wonky gait were all a result of the aches and pains that were becoming increasingly difficult for him to cope with, making him slower and crabbier by the day.

Underneath all that, he was still quick as a snake when he wanted to be or when he had to teach someone a lesson, but it wasn’t without pain or discomfort.

You kept the shop hours early, open at seven and closed at three, which gave you plenty of time to stop at the chemist on the way home. With that decided, you went back to check on the remaining rolls and finish your now lukewarm tea.

Shortly after, the early lunch rush came and went, bleeding into the afternoon with a whirlwind of cookies, breads and cakes, with many of your usual customers asking for Challah for the upcoming Shabbat in two days' time.

It was custom to have Challah on the table the eve of Shabbat so you would be sure to have it ready first thing Friday morning.

As the last few customers scurried out the door, and with only two hours left before closing, you went about straightening up the displays and replenishing the baskets out front that held all the bread buns and rolls with the last of the day's goods.

Once that was done, you retreated back to the kitchen to the tea cakes you’d made that morning. They were sitting on the counter, cooled and firm enough to finally frost and decorate.

Decorating was one of your favourite things to do; in the quiet afternoon hours you used it as a time to wind down. You’d brewed a fresh pot of tea and set out all the cakes and fixings on the counter. Armed with a pipe of buttercream frosting, you began.

It was half an hour till closing time, and you were nearly done when the bell at the front door chimed again. Before you could make a move to the front, you heard familiar footsteps. Heavy and measured, accompanied by the distinct clacking sound of a cane. Alfie.

You felt your stomach do a little flip in excitement; your reaction to him, even after years of marriage, hadn’t diminished at all. Rather than go out to greet him, you kept your gaze focused on the cakes, continuing to pipe neat lines and edges and dainty little dots of frosting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him trudge in the kitchen, surveying the room with practised movements as if something were amiss, before slowly making his way over to where you were standing.

You heard him set his cane to the side, and then his hat was placed down over the backrest of the chair. Your breath caught as large hands settled themselves on your hips.

“Well, well, well… What have we got ‘ere?” His gruff voice hummed in your ear, beard tickling your cheek as he peered down over your shoulder.

“Raspberry and lemon tea cakes,” you replied, a smirk on your lips as you finished frosting the last one. You then pressed some icing onto your finger and held it up to his lips. He licked it off with a loud smacking sound.

“Mhmm…hmmm…that buttercream there?” He asked, his brows knitted together thoughtfully. You nodded; apparently, his frequent taste-testing was paying off.

You placed the pipe bag to the side and began placing raspberries and candied lemon slices atop all the cakes. You felt the strings of your apron being pulled, and it dropped to the floor. He pulled you tight against him then, and you became mildly aware of his now half-hard length pressing against your ass.

“They’re just about ready. Did you want a sample, sir?” You said with mock earnest, looking over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

He stared down at you with an intensity that would have any man cower back, but you knew him well enough to know there was no malice in his gaze when he looked at you. Instead, what you saw was lust and an insatiable hunger, writhing and snarling like a beast beneath his composed surface.

A low-sounding rumble in his chest was his only response as his hands moved down your backside to cup your ass before he was gripping the fabric of your dress and slowly hiking it up.

His lips found your jaw, and a hand reached down beneath the silk slip you wore, right between your legs. You sighed quietly as his calloused fingers brushed against your slit, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.  

The low scoop of your neckline exposed enough for him to be able to kiss down your neck to your shoulder, and you just about melted into his touch.

When his hand suddenly withdrew from between your legs, the loss of contact snapping you out of your daze, he guided you to lean a bit further forward, and you braced your hands against the tabletop.

You were a little confused when you felt him kneel down behind you with a muffled grunt, but hands found your hips again, and then teeth grazed the soft flesh of your ass, biting softly.

Your legs began to tremble when his fingers pressed against your cunt, spreading you open, and the feel of his tongue licking a broad stripe up your core had you gasping.

From behind you, you heard a chuckle, and then his mouth moved down to your clit. Two thick fingers slipping in your now-slick centre, deep enough that you could feel the cool metal of his rings against your skin, and you grasped uselessly at the smooth table for purchase, a shaky moan leaving your lips.

Alfie was not shy about the noises he made as he devoured you; from this angle, it felt so dirty and shameless, and you were loving it. Bent over the counter, whimpering pathetically, with him on his knees behind you, his face pressed into your core. He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue instead, making you keen.

You desperately tried to muffle your cries with your hand as he worked you open; you could feel how wet you were, the scruff of his beard was damp on the backs of your thighs, and you could feel it beginning to drip down the inside of your legs.

It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm beginning to build, especially when his deft fingers began to rub circles on your clit, his tongue working in and out of you.

“Al…al..fie…” you stuttered, voice shaky as you tried to convey just how close you were getting. He hummed behind you, and even through your blissful daze, you could still hear the amusement in his tone.

His movements quickened, and your whole body had gone tense; you were breathing shallow now, feeling the pressure inside you build until you couldn’t hold it anymore, and you came hard on his tongue.

He held you firm, dragging it out as long as he could until you were squirming to get away from his ministrations, a hand coming down to push at the top of his head; finally he pulled away.

“Look at you, dove. Right made a mess of me,” he said, looking up at you still bent over the table, too breathless to say anything in response. You jumped as his fingers slid against your overly sensitive middle once more.

“Best sample I’ve ever tasted, eh?” He murmured, lightly patting your ass. He stood, dropping his coat to the floor behind him; you heard fabric rustling and then the thick tip of his cock pressed against your opening.

You could only muster a soft moan as he slid in easily, given you were already so wet and relaxed from your earth-shattering climax only minutes before.

“…fuuuck…" Alfie groaned, burying himself to the hilt; he stilled for a few seconds inside you, savouring the feeling of being enveloped in your warmth before he began to move.

Slow at first, then gradually faster until he was hammering into you hard enough that you could do nothing except grip the shaking table for dear life.

A hand found the back of your neck, pushing you to lie flush against the table; the other came down against your ass with an audible smack.

You were gasping and moaning, each thrust stroking that spot inside you so perfectly; it felt so good you could barely speak, but you still had the presence of mind to push the tray of teacakes further away from you, lest they get squished during your furious lovemaking.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell…dove… Feel so good, eh?” He almost growled; another smack against your ass had you whimpering his name in response.

He pulled out and gripped your hips, guiding you to turn around; your body felt like rubber as you moved, and you let him manoeuvre you up onto the counter. You reached out, unbuttoning the front of his shirt to reveal his burly chest, before lying back against the wood surface.

Aflie’s hands on the backs of your thighs pushed them back towards your chest, opening you up for him, and he leaned back just enough to get a good look down at your spread form.

If it weren’t for the lustful gaze and low groan of approval he gave, as if he was staring at the most wonderful thing in the world, you would’ve been shy at being so exposed and maybe tried to close your legs.

Instead, his reaction emboldened you, and you reached down with one hand and gripped his cock.

“Alfie, I need you here,” you said sweetly, guiding him to your entrance and pushing him inside. He sucked in a deep breath, his hips jerking forward until he was balls deep inside you.

It felt so good; he nearly came right then and there, so he paused. Breathing deeply through his nose, he tried to relax rather than thrash wildly inside you the way he so badly wanted to.

So he began slow, deliberate strokes until he was fucking you steady, each firm thrust jerking you back against the table.

Your hands went to the buttons at the front of your dress, fingers clumsy as you undid them, and Alfie’s hand intervened the moment the last button was undone, yanking the top of your slip down to reveal your breasts. His attentive mouth finding a nipple immediately, and you cradled him against your chest, fingers knotting in his short hair.

His pace was picking up again, and he pulled away from your breasts, moving his hands to brace your legs against you. He was spearing deep inside you now, and you could focus on nothing but the intensity of it.

Alfie looked down at your flushed face; you were completely fucked out at this point, moaning with little regard for the possibility of a customer walking through the door now, and it had him harder than ever. Your body was squeezing him with every thrust of his hips, and he could feel the tingling sensation low in his stomach start to grow.

“Fuck, you keep squeezing like that, you’re gonna finish me off, love…” Alfie grunted out as you pulled him down towards you, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him inside.

“I want it… Please…. Please….” you begged, keeping him pressed tightly against you. He let out a beastly growl at that, your words only spurring him on, and he gave you a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered and he came, pushing deep inside you with a loud groan.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he gasped, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You could feel him still pulsing inside you, and you hummed against him, tired and sated.

He kissed you softly before pushing himself up off the table. You felt a gush of his spend leak out of you and down your leg as he pulled out, and you shivered at the feeling.

You sat up, fixing your dress and redoing all the buttons with shaky hands. You noted that you’d need to give the table a thorough cleaning before using it again.

Alfie had already righted his clothes; smoothing back his mussed hair, he stepped close to you, hands braced on either side of you.

“My girl… Looking so pretty,” he murmured, his nose brushing your cheek as he began pressing kisses to it, trailing over the rest of your face. You giggled softly; clearly he liked the look of you freshly fucked – glossy-eyed and flushed cheeks.

“Shall we go home, then? I’m hoping for some more dessert later on,” he said, a devilish look in his eye. You kissed him lightly before sliding off the table and grabbing his coat.

“Mhmm, you just might get it.”

[storminormins]

PLEASE TALK MORE ABOUT LADYHAWKE I BEG YOU

Mmkay I'm just gonna ramble for A BIT under the cut

I managed to find a copy of the finalized script after watching the movie, since I was very curious to see any content I could about the making of Ladyhawke- it was an interesting read, seeing what was cut and what was changed.

I know its already a two hour movie, but they should have bitten the bullet and made a lotr length movie, because some of these DELETED SCENES-!

Here is a picture of one, this is the only evidence I could find of the script ending of the movie, but we got Isabeau and Navarre on Goliath riding into the sunset.

I'll be forever upset that most of the unused footage was probably destroyed, because I would PAY for a directors cut of this movie.

Anyway, SO-

I think one of the major changes from script to screen was how the relationships between Navarre, Isabeau, and Phillipe shook out, the biggest catalyst being after the casting happened- specifically the recasting of Kurt Russel to Rutger Hauer as Navarre. It went more from drawing tension of a possible love triangle to Navarre being solidly over 40 and Isabeau looking gracefully timeless. Phillipe being just in his 20's.

So it shifted the dynamic from that tension, to three very lonely people struggling through life, regaining the very human need for companionship. While hunting down the guy that ruined their life, of course.

Some of the cut scenes include:

Phillipe and Navarre actually met before the confrontation at the village- Phillipe being chased by guards across a bridge (this is how Marquet heard that Navarre was back, Navarre let one guy live so he could tell Marquet he was coming for him.)

Bonus, Navarre being referred to as this:

THIS WHOLE CUT CONVERSATION between Phillipe and Isabeau, from after getting the arrow removed from her shoulder:

I feel like this changes how Navarre's decision in the end of the movie could be taken- they were both straight up not having a good time, and both were determined to either break the curse or kill the Bishop as a final act.

Also hinging on this, is another cut conversation between them again, after the high stress of killing the wolf hunter:

AUGH, because if Phillipe knows anything, he knows how much these two love each other; that the situation is rapidly getting worse for them, and if they don't break the curse soon, he worries that they aren't going to make it- that they'll give up hope; in love, and in each other.

(This is also interesting because Phillipe is not lying to Navarre when he tells him that she cursed the day they met, it was just cut from the movie.)

So Phillipe just becomes more and more determined to keep the fire lit, to keep kindling the scraps of hope they have. He dances with Isabeau, tries to cheer her.

Of course, he finds this a lot harder to do with Navarre, as the man is dead-set on pursuing his suicide mission to kill the Bishop. The man is Stubborn and also on the last strings of sanity. Which adds more narrative weight to the moment when Navarre finally stops fighting against them, and hugs Phillipe.

Extended ice scene my beloved:

(Note that in the script, Phillipe references his mother a bit more, so this revelation is an interesting insight into his psyche)

Your mother did not know you as I do. I love that. I could write a whole essay about that in itself. Probably my favorite line in the whole script.

The rest of the script follows the movie, with exceptions here and there. Navarre and Imperius get discovered by guards, which jumpstarts Navarre to head off after the Bishop sooner than the eclipse (which is also why Marquet is late to stopping him, they barely miss each other on their respective ways to and from the Bishop). The Bishop becomes a wolf in the end. Then the additional ending of Navarre and Isabeau riding into the sunset, and Phillipe stealing one of Navarre's sword gems cheekily and setting out into the world.

Some bonus funny things:

Imperius trying to explain what an eclipse is without knowing the proper words, while partially drunk. (Using food on the table to demonstrate):

This just reads as straight up comedy:

Their plan to trap him in a hole in the ground is insane and hilarious. As well as being revealed to have been ISABEAU'S IDEA.

The dynamic between the four of them is just unhinged and amazing and fun, and I wish we had gotten more screen time for it. Anyway, thanks for letting me rant! I will do it again

EDIT: ALSO HEY THE MOVIE IS FREE WITH ADS ON YOUTUBE

[myokk]

✨MASTERLIST✨

(fanart, longfics, oneshots)

Welcome to my blog!!! Here is my masterlist of ALL of my little sketches, artwork, writing, and general brainrot related to Hogwarts Legacy💘

🌿 - Madeleine / Maddy / myokk

🌱 - AO3

🌿 - likes and follows come from my main blog, @oerflink, because this is a sideblog (🥲)

🌱 - Eloise Babbit, my MC and basically the whole reason for this blog🫶 I don’t necessarily view her as the game’s MC, as my fic is quite canon-divergent and she is sweeter than the evil gremlin I played in-game😆💓 [link to her character sheet]

🌿 - my art tag🫶🫶🫶 here you can see basically every drawing I've done since joining the fandom!

🌱 - tag for all of the art the lovely people here have gifted me🥹🥹🥹 I feel SO honored whenever anyone takes time out of their day to think of me and draw my little gremlin♥️♥️

🌿 - I am taking oneshot requests! The link gives a bit of my guidelines, if you’re interested send me an ask🫶

Writing:

Before It Felt Like A Sin (AO3 / tumblr - ongoing)

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, canon divergent, longfic, wip, dual pov Eloise/Sebastian

Summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

Tags: slow burn, angst, magical theory, mythology references, pureblood culture, occlumency, legilimency, hurt/comfort, family dynamics, eventual romance, eventual smut, sacrificial magic, blood magic, dark magic rituals, implied/referenced child abuse

[coming soon] - an excerpt from the Ominis longfic I’m working on💘

Oneshots:

clumsy (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 9,1k

rating: E

summary: sebastian is clumsy.

or: two stubborn brats make things more difficult than they have to be.

cw: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, two really stubborn idiots in love to be exact, sir cadogan guest appearance, anne and imelda are the gremlin best friends every girl needs, smut (18+ ONLY), oral (f. recieving), no y/n

note-taking (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3,6k

rating: M (language and sexual themes)

summary: mc loves flustering sebastian with her notes during class😇

cw: NONE this is just fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, it takes a while for them to admit their feelings, I rated it M for some language/sexual themes

marry me (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 5,4k

rating: M (not really explicit loss of virginity)

summary: in which Garreth Weasley has a potions mishap that causes MC to become incomprehensibly proper, and Sebastian is going mad.

cw: fluff, mutual pining, giant squid guest appearance, marriage proposal, loss of virginity RATED M (not *really* explicit) smut (18+ ONLY)

legilimency (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

word count: 1,7k

rating: M (language)

summary: (His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

or: The Gryffindor student has caught on that Ominis can read her thoughts and decides to get her revenge.

tags: ominis is a natural legilimens, he is entirely too introspective, fluff, no y/n

remembering the snow (AO3 / tumblr / tumblr (old))

pairing: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

word count: 3,3k

rating: G

summary: Imelda remembers the first time she saw snow.

Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.

or: a character study on Imelda and how she grew up because I love her & she doesn't get enough appreciation :)

tags: character study, fluff, romance, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, I just wanted to write a sweet story & explore Imelda as a character

Illustrated scenes:

(aka where I illustrate little scenes from my longfic and oneshots💓)

🌿 - the summer before Sebastian and Anne’s first year at Hogwarts🥺💓

🌱 - Sebastian hates Eloise’s guts😳

🌿 - Eloise is really, really bad at chess😔 (this scene always makes me laugh SO MUCH)

🌱 - right after the pensieve scene🫶🫶🫶

🌿 - Eloise and Sebastian’s first kiss😇😇😇

🌱 - some angst after their first kiss😇😇😇

🌿 - sebastian overthinks things a lot😔

🌱 - an excerpt from my oneshot, clumsy💘

🌿 - another scene from my clumsy 🫶 I really love writing Sebastian’s pov & this was just so much fun to paint and write😫💓

🌱 - Eloise and her mother😔

🌿 - Eloise is NOT flustered by Sebastian😤

🌱 - late night in the common room 🫠

🌿 - comic of note-taking 😇

🌱 - right before *that* scene in clumsy 🫶 (as requested by Mallow bc of the lighting🤭)

[ashthesalamipiece]

Hello! I know you're on vacation dearest so have fun there!! I just wanted to send a little request. I was thinking about the teacher reader and pro-hero Katsuki. Like the reader is a literature teacher at UA but she likes to doodle on the board or while signing the assignments and her students notice her little doodles are rather explosions or little chibi faces that have the same hair as Katsuki. I think it would be a really cute dynamic. I hope you can write this, but if you don't wanna please don't push yourself 😽💋

"Of Explosions and Poetry"

U.A. High was loud. Even the literature wing couldn’t escape the occasional sonic boom or the rumble of a training session. But you found solace in your quiet classroom. Here, words had more impact than fists—most days.

You liked to keep your lessons engaging, even if your students weren’t as passionate about romantic sonnets as you were. Between stacks of grading and lesson planning, your marker would often wander to the margins of student papers or the corner of the whiteboard. Little explosions. Tiny, spiky-haired chibi figures with scowls too adorable to be threatening.

It didn’t take long for your students to notice.

“Sensei,” one of them asked one morning, smirking, “who is this angry little guy?” They pointed at a new doodle on the board: a cartoonish figure mid-explosion, complete with a speech bubble screaming "DIE" in cute, rounded hiragana.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Just…a creative expression,” you said too quickly, casually moving to erase it. But it was too late. The class erupted in knowing snickers.

“It looks like Ground Zero,” another chimed in, eyes gleaming. “You got a crush on him or something, Sensei?”

Your ears burned.

What your students didn’t know was that yes, you did have a soft spot for Ground Zero—Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugo. A very real soft spot, because after years of circling each other during U.A. staff meetings, mission collaborations, and late-night grading rants over coffee, the two of you had quietly started seeing each other.

And if your doodles looked suspiciously like him, well—no one needed to know that but you.

---

Later that evening, as you sat at your desk finishing up grading, the door creaked open. Only one person barged into your room without knocking.

“Katsuki,” you said with a small smile, leaning back. “What brings you to the land of metaphors and melancholy?”

He shut the door behind him and crossed the room with that same confident swagger he wore on patrol. “Got bored. Figured I’d pick you up for dinner.”

You stretched, yawning. “I’d love that. But apparently I have to start drawing different chibi characters now.”

He raised a brow. “Why?”

You slid over a paper. At the bottom, next to the B+, was a doodle of a very angry chibi Bakugo with smoke puffs and a heart.

He snorted. “That’s what you think I look like?”

“You’ve never looked cuter.”

“Cheeky.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Draw me however you want. Just don’t expect me to start writing haikus.”

You smirked, already uncapping your marker. “That’s fine. You can be my muse instead.”

[lorryicious]

do you perhaps have any more Loretta/Bill content I’m VERY curious about their dynamic now 👁️👁️

I HAVE. SO MUCH. CONTENT. Loretta has been an oc I have had for YEARS so I absolutely have SO much stuff on her! Shes definitely my favorite oc alongside Jack, my other gravity falls oc. The short of it is they are forced to work together out of inconvenience by the Axolotl.. The most recent development has been the change in Lorettas ability revolving her sight because I thought it would be so cool if Loretta had the same/similar kind of mutation to Bill. It didn't change much to her character, just another reason why they ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time (time police events. I seriously need to write fanfic of the whole story LMAO)

Their dynamic is SO FUN. They bicker ALL the time and usually are yapping about something. They live together, so I think they argue over the smallest things. When they first ended up needing to work together, Bill was not thrilled AT ALL. He was VERY closed off. Loretta, not knowing this creature at all, just decided to let him do his own thing. It's only after an event where Loretta protects Bill when he's at his weakest that Bill realizes Loretta is harmless and that it wouldn't hurt to try to get some enjoyment out of her company. That turns into an actual friendship, which turns into Bill finding out Loretta is like him. Through this, they open up and become closer because of their similar identities. They just ended up on different paths because of their own mutations AUGH. Bill wanted more, when in comparison Loretta was content with what her world was already like.

Loretta is a demon hunter. She takes bounties from individuals around town to get rid of weirdness. She naturally has a knack for attracting it, so the job is perfect for her. Bill helps her with her bounties; in exchange, Loretta lets Bill drain her energy so he can regain his physical form. I have a whole animatic on my tiktok that shows how the possession works-

They are silly. They fight over what to watch on the tv, they karaoke and drink together, it takes AGES for Bill to actually open up to Loretta, Whenever they decide to share the bed (even though Bill doesn't sleep) he kicks off Lorreta off of it anyway just to frustrate her, they do makeup together, They drive up to one of the hills in gravity falls via Loretta's motorcycle and watch the sunset together. Love them. I have SO many thoughts on their dynamic, but they are there for each other, and despite all their issues, they love each other. They NEVER say it to each other because Bill is deathly scared of that word.

They are an oc x canon ship so they are together as partners TECHNICALLY. Still, I also think they are so messed up via the canon story that an ACTUAL domestic relationship dynamic just doesn't work for the two. Plus, Bill needs help understanding labels and Loretta doesn't need them. Plus there's the Jack situation...Which is a WHOLE OTHER RANT. JACK. AUGH. The love triangle (literally) goes insane. In my happy au they are a polycule asf.

Literally ask ANY questions about them, I might even draw something up if its a fun scenario you guys send,,, I LOVE THAT PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN THE OCS BECAUSE !!!! I HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT FOR THEM.

Some of this is older art but it still works <33 and I STILL LOVE IT

This one I did recently-

Great side effect for being able to see outside your plane of reality AND being intertwined to a demon, you get to relive HIS trauma TOO!! (imagine how horrifying that was when Loretta told Bill the dreams shes been having) (double note: Bill played it off like they were random when he was FREAKING OUT ON THE INSIDE)

[akookminsupporter]

Stumbled across an interesting comment on a BTS update page I follow on instagram from a tkkr who remarked that Tae was getting too big, in a genuinely critical way (i wish I was joking) which got me thinking about several things.

It’ll be interesting to see how Tae‘s change in build impacts some TK shippers. Shippers in general are notorious for using the individuals in their ships as a vehicle to explore and manoeuvre their own fantasies. In queer ships the narrative for these individuals is usually based on heteronormative standards rather than considering queer dynamics (some jikookers do this too).

In short, for some shippers, the taller buff guy is the ‘man’/‘top’ and the smaller shorter guy is the ‘girl’/‘bottom’. Typically the individual that takes on the role of the ‘girl’ in these ships is the ‘self-insert’. She is the character that the shipper relates and projects unto. In Tkkrs case, ‘She’ is the main character of the ship and interchangeably takes on the role of the heroine and victim.

The physical characteristics of the individuals in these ships is important to the fantasy. As a girl/woman it makes it easier to relate to a slighter man than to a larger more muscular one. The larger man also represents the man that desires her. This is why TK writers and fan artists are a little notorious for writing and drawing Tae to be smaller than Jungkook despite them being about the same height. Or writing/drawing Tae with exaggerated features or with physical features he doesn’t have (that Jimin happens to).

Side note, but this is partly why I’d argue Jimin is usually cast in a role of antagonist to the tkk relationship. Jimin is the poster boy for androgyny and is comfortably able to embody the masculine and feminine. Jimin is already noticeably smaller than Jungkook, and has physical characteristics that many girls deem desirable i.e. slight build, pretty eyes, full lips, great ass etc. In this way Jimin is more closely ‘pretty like a girl’ than Tae is… add to that, the mutual attraction and strong bond between jikook and you have yourself the ‘villain’. In order for the fantasy for Tkkr shippers to be upheld, Jimin cannot be in communion with tkk even as friends as he will ‘tempt’ Jk away. Tae must put on the role as the ‘not like other girls’ girl in opposition to the ‘seductress’ Jimin to win the ‘alpha male’ Jungkook (🤢). This fantasy is a means for people to circumvent and subvert their own projected insecurities that they can’t do or deal with in real life.

Tae’s more muscular build is (great for me but) terrible for those TKK shippers with this fantasy because it brings into question the heteronormative foundation that they have built their ship. At the very minimum the guys need to have the same slight builds (as tae and jk used to have when they were younger), so their projections can remain in tact based on the shipper’s ideas of the boys personalities… but what happens if there are two ‘buff’ men in a relationship? What happens when the ‘girl’ becomes a man?

Fantasy breaks.

In reality, (where we, the queer people live), these aren’t even questions - this is internalised homophobia. What happens if they are two buff guys in a relationship? Well given that the couple is attracted to each other, then the two buff guys will continue dating, loving and sleeping with each other, as people in a relationship do. Gay couples having similar stronger physiques is soooo normal in queer relationships, but not so normal for their heteronormative fantasy where the man/top and girl/bottom characters and tropes are clearly defined.

As for outcomes, I think this visual dissonance is way more jarring than anything the boys have ever said or did in the past. As we all know Tae famously said ‘Get out your imagination’, but let’s visit mine for a moment. In my imagination, I can make up a narrative about what taehyung meant when he said that, or define what jikook did as fan service, or call the leaked taennie pictures photoshop. But what my imagination cannot do is alter the image of a person in my mind in the ‘present’. Our visual perception may make some inferences from memory, but it is mostly based on the most recent visual information we recieve in real time. Once we start to get regular content and see the boys freed from military service, it’s gonna be difficult to picture Tae in my imagination ‘as he once was’ instead of ‘how he is now’… and right now Taehyung is a big boyyoung man in his thirties, with a noticeable amount of muscle on him that he did not have before.

Do I think that this dissonance will dissuade all shippers with this particular fantasy - No… But do i think they will be a certain level of dissatisfaction with the ship now, absolutely! Dai and Shun are a couple from a Japanese show called ‘his man’ that are continuously questioned because of their (apparent) subversion of roles, as Dai is shorter but more muscular where Shun is a taller and slighter. Their comments are riddled with people asking for them to define the ‘top’ and ‘bottom’ in their relationship, and there’s discussion threads about the dynamics of their relationship. They still have a larger following but there’s a minority of people that are unhappy because they can’t tell. I think the same will apply here, people will be dissatisfied as they won’t be able to connect to the visual image in their imagination as much as they did before. That being said fan fiction writers and fan artists still exist, and I’m sure they will find a way to blame this on jimin somehow, so maybe not.

On the other hand, those people that take the ‘alpha/omega’ word as scripture, will not be able to get over the visual dissonance to continue with their ship. I have seen this happen in other fandoms before. These people are usually young girls who don’t realise that they’re using real people as a means of understanding and exploring their own sexuality. They usually begin to ship themselves with the individual or jump ship. I will not be surprised if we see an uptick of vmin shippers when the boys come back. Regardless of muscular growth, jimin will always be physically smaller than both tae and jungkook, and this, combined with his aforementioned androgyny, means he can always be cast in the role of the ‘girl’ (emphasising again that a lot of jikookers already partake in a similar fantasy).

To conclude this analysis does not cover all types of shippers. To be clear, there are also many tkkr shippers that don’t have this fantasy AT ALL, who will continue to move as crazy as they’ve always done. I’m still bitter about AYS not winning at iHeart awards but Tae’s Weverse post did make me feel better.

As always, I’ll be interested to hear your thoughts x

Hey Anon, how are you?

Oh boy, this whole post is going to be ridiculously long.

First of all, incredible analysis and opinion. A lot of the things you said are points I don’t think I had considered before, or at least I hadn’t looked at the subgroup and their motivations from that perspective. Or if I did, I don’t remember. It’s also true that we’ve talked about this a lot on this blog—or at least we used to. It’s funny because, even though we’ve discussed these dynamics so many times, there are always new angles to explore, new layers to uncover.

What you’re saying is really interesting because I’ve always thought that one of the main reasons the subgroup insists on shipping Jungkook and Tae together is because they both fit into the almost stereotypical image of a ‘modern manly man,’ but from two different perspectives: Jungkook primarily from a physical standpoint—his build, his strength, the way he moves and carries himself—and Tae from a personality and vibe standpoint, with his aura of confidence, charm, and self-assurance. It’s as if, for them, these two ‘types’ of masculinity are the ultimate combination, almost like a fantasy pairing created to appeal to a certain audience’s specific tastes.

I think the attraction to these two perspectives, or the urge to pair them together, comes from the fetishisation that many people have towards gay couples—specifically, the idea of ‘idealised’ gay relationships that fit into their own preconceived notions rather than reflecting real-life dynamics. It’s like they want a version of queerness that aligns with what they find aesthetically pleasing or socially acceptable rather than what it actually is. I also believe that another reason for this is a form of semi-internalised homophobia, because, generally speaking, societies struggle to conceive the idea of two ‘manly men’ being gay. There’s this ingrained idea that if a man is gay, he must be visibly different in some way—so when two men who fit traditional standards of masculinity are paired together, it becomes less about genuine representation and more about turning them into a fantasy, a fetishised version of a gay couple that exists for external validation rather than for who they actually are. Of course, I don’t think this applies to everyone, but it’s definitely a factor for some.

Reading your analysis is also interesting because what you explain or theorise is something I’ve also applied to Jikookers—not all of them, obviously, but a considerable group. Like you said, many Jikookers see Jimin as the ‘she’ in the relationship, and they make it even worse when they externalise that perception in a misogynistic way. A perfect example of this was in 2023 when we found out that Jimin and Jungkook would be enlisting together under the buddy system. Many people immediately concluded that the reason behind this decision was that Jimin needed protection because they’ve always viewed him as the weak, delicate one in the relationship—the ‘woman’ who needs to be protected by the ‘manly man.’ Jimin is more than capable of handling himself, and Jungkook choosing to enlist with him doesn’t automatically mean it was done out of some paternalistic sense of ‘protecting’ him. But that’s the lens they view their dynamic through—Jimin as the fragile one who constantly needs looking after, and Jungkook as the strong, dominant protector. And this has always been the case for some jikookers.

Going back to the main point of your ask, it’ll be really interesting to see how the subgroup reacts if Tae keeps his current physique once they resume group activities after military service. Because as you say—part of their entire ‘fantasy’ is Tae’s usual frame, his softer, leaner look, which they see as the perfect complement to Jungkook’s physique. If Tae maintains his current build, that dynamic they’ve created in their heads is going to shift, and I wonder how they’ll navigate that. Will they embrace it and adjust their perspective, or will they try to downplay it and pretend it doesn’t change anything?

Not only that, but it’ll also be fascinating to see how they react to Jungkook and Tae’s interactions. If their personalities have changed or if their time in the military will shift their dynamic in some way, how will the subgroup respond? Will they downplay it, make excuses, or just pretend it’s not happening?

And, of course, there’s the biggest factor of all—the dynamic between Jimin and Jungkook. Because, at this point, it’s easy to assume that their relationship has either changed or, at the very least, evolved. And if that’s the case, it’s going to be impossible to ignore. So, how will they handle that? Will they continue pretending it’s not happening? Will they find new ways to twist it to fit their agenda? Or will they finally have to acknowledge that the version of events they’ve been pushing for years doesn’t quite hold up anymore?

Either way, we’re in for some interesting reactions once they’re all back together.