#let them go rabid

[the-senates-one-fear]

OOP FAVOURITE CLONES WE NEVER SEE ALERT WOLFPACKS BACK

[kacievvbbbb]

I love that everytime this dude gets serious, when he really pops off. He possesses all the chill of a horror movie villain.

Dude looking like he came straight from the grudge stalking toward Jogo like that 😭

[helianthus21]

getting on board with the theory that Armand didn't turn-and-ditch Daniel and that instead they spent some time together post-s2. maybe he didn't even turn him in Dubai. maybe it was back in the US. maybe he tried teaching him everything he could about being a vampire but then got insecure about his maker qualities and self-fulfilling prophecy'd Daniel into hating him and then ditched Daniel before Daniel could dump him. and during his book tour Daniel just didn't have the guts to tell Louis he'd been shacking up with his bestie's ex

[thequeenofsastiel]

Not Tumblr meta turning me into a Spuffy shipper. Not Tumblr meta at all.

[snowyleopardess]

I wonder if the final episode of the Bridon arc will end with Cheng Xiaoshi dying again.

Lu Guang dives back in time to save him. Again.

But this time, when he moves in, he steals the Bridon photo before Cheng Xiaoshi can find it and burns it.

[the-desert-beast]

HEY DID U KNOW IM REALLY FUCKING BISEXUAL ABOUT MEN HOLY FUCK IM LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND

TOPS MADE FOR THE GAYS AND THE GAYS SPECIFICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[spookitordukeit]

In your fic tbasawas was there anything specific that inspired you to do your specific stories and or ships?

Yes and no—

For the story itself:

Originally, I only had concepts for Aeiisy, a dark fic with a skeleton reader who is constantly having a Bad Time. But, as with most of my ideas, it got split into two different paths. (This is how I end up with most of my fic ideas btw) You might see a few similarities, or even direct reflections between a few of my works, and that’s because they are all directly or indirectly formed from a few of the same ideas, split into separate paths.

Like an au I guess???

Tbasawas was made as a direct counter to Aeiisy, so I wouldn’t pass away from angst and could have something sweet a fluffy to write whenever I got burnt out. (Ignoring the amount of angst that ended up in Tbasawas anyway… and the fluff that got put into Aeiisy…. Don’t look at me!!)

So Tbasawas was inspired by Aeiisy, and Aeiisy was inspired by the need for a skele reader, Monster Frisk, and an apocalypse fic. Not sure how any of that connects, but that’s how it went down.

Tbasawas is a soft apocalypse, if that’s even a thing. Their changes aren’t gory and the world isn’t riddled with war and violence. Just people treated like lost puppies in a cozy adoption center waiting for their ‘forever home’. For the most part.

I take a lot of inspiration directly from animal adoption processes. The whole shebang. Paperwork, wait time, vetting, inspections, background checks, introductions, acclimation— Hell, even the Assigned Nurse can be compared to a Foster. The Mimic Monitors are essentially juiced up microchips.

I’m pretty sure I even used a template for the adoption of a dog from a serious breeder for the letter that Abbee gives Nerma to explain to process. And the email Edge receives  in chapter one.

There’s a lot of themes in Tbasawas going on. Another one is the grieving process, as hinted at in the title of the first chapter. Arc one: Shock.

I’m using this version of the grieving process in particular:

I’m not sure how strictly I’ll follow it, but it’s definitely there in the background, at the very least.

As for inspiration for the relationships:

It’s all kinda based around these themes and how I think the characters would be changed by them.

I’ve changed these characters a lot. Maybe not much physically for most,(that you can see.. wink wonk) but I’ve taken a lot of liberty with their stories and backgrounds. And in the tags for Tbasawas, this universe is listed under post neutral route… not pacifist. Do with that information what you will.

Based on these changes, I think about how they might act. What makes the most sense. What they feel, what kind of person would they feel most comfortable around and what kind would they hate? Do they have insecurities? Are there any fears that they might be judged? Would that stop them from getting close to specific skeletons in the pack? *cough* Sparrow *cough*

Are they jealous or possessive? Holding on to the one good thing that’s happened to them and waiting for the other show to drop?? Even if it hinders the others ability to seek out relationships with others of the pack??? *cough* Red *cough*

I kinda just zone out and smash dolls together in my mind until I get something I like. Not all that cool of a process, but it’s what works for me.

Speaking of! Let’s use Red and Sparrow as an example!!!

*grabs my mental dolls of Red and Sparrow in my hands and smacks them together*

*loud incorrect buzzer sound*

Yep. Knew that would happen. See— Red is chill around the pack, but there’s not a lot of… feelings??? He has this disconnect inside him, whether from his LV, his trauma, or if that’s simply just how he handles his emotions, I’m not sure.

There’s this wall that he has up. He cares for the pack, and for his brother, of course he does! He’d kill for them. That was never in question. He’s just… distant. The only one who can really, really get close is Comet. And that’s mainly because they’re so similar it hurts. They’re in the same, sinking boat. Drifting out in the middle of the ocean as they keep hammering in nails in hopes they won’t drown.

Red is heavily complex, and no one knows just how to solve him and tell him to stop making so many damn holes in his boat before it’s unrepairable.

He’s smoke and mirrors with knives that will cut you if you take a wrong step.

Sparrow, is also withdrawn. But for very different reasons.

He’s not shy, per say— but he’s very conscious how he looks and how he’s perceived. He knows that he’s not as handsome as he once was (lies), he knows that he looks frightening, even to other Monsters.

His self esteem is very low, it’s been getting better thanks to his pack, but it’s still not great. He hides a lot of things about himself, whether out of shame or for the perceived benefit of the other person is a 50/50 at any given moment.

His status as a sigma doesn’t help. There are already enough stigmas about people like him and Star, if Sparrow can’t do what’s expected of him— if he falls into stereotypes—

…he doesn’t like to think about it.

He’s not as able bodied anymore, and his senses are both dulled and heightened to uncomfortable degrees. He needs to be able to trust the people around him. He needs to know that they won’t think lower of him for his weakness. He needs to know that he can depend on them and they won’t just up and leave.

Red has given no indication that he is capable of providing any of those assurances. He has in fact proven quite the opposite.

At this point in time, Red and Sparrow could never be in a relationship. Sparrow would likely end up cut on Red’s knives and shattered glass, and Red would keep hammering more fucking nails into his boat. Unaware that it’s the very thing that keeps brining in more water.

Augh. So long story short: insanity.

The idea for the story popped in my head and then I stared at characters until the imploded in my brain like a super nova and then they kept forming fun new galaxies for me to explore.

I guess it’s my characters that give me inspiration. I just wanna slap my dolls together and see wtf happens, I have no idea where I’m going and I’m equally as surprised as you are at every chapter🗿🗿🗿

I just wanna see Edge be soft and have his little found family, and to feel like he’s allowed to exist in the world despite his sins.

I wanna see Grim be an absolute menace and Get Bitches, because he loves his idiots and just wants to live life at his laziest.

I wanna see Bear put a ring on as many hoes as he likes and get to be happy and smug and purr as he crushes them (lovingly) in his nest.

I wanna see Stretch be soft and fuss about his mates and then punish them for their stupidity with various pranks.

I wanna see Star huff and lovingly bully his mates into being kind to them selves, forcing them to take it easy or face the wrath of Self Care days.

I wanna see Comet get yoinked out of his tiny shell and actually mean it when he smiles his little bastard smiles, and to be able to reach out and form other relationships within the pack.

I wanna see Black get his ass Wooed and his icy rain bloom into spring showers because he feels loved and able to be soft and love in turn.

I wanna see Blue live his life to the fullest and prioritize his own feelings sometimes and remember that it’s okay to want things.

I wanna see Sparrow have each and every one of his boo boos kissed and told that he’s handsome and I want him to accept it and be confident.

And I wanna see Red get a happy ending. I want to see his sharp edges, both the ones facing inside and out, to get smoothed out. I wanna see this bastard get soft and mushy. I’m gonna turn his ass into a grumpy marshmallow just you wait.

And of course, I want to see Nerma be the spark that gets this thing moving.

I’m just a simp…. That is all 😔

[chrisginny]

todd anderson and gordie lachance are so similar ohhh my god. 50s kids. unrecognized writing talent. living in the shadow of their older brothers. queer and biting back romantic feelings for their best friend…

[sotc]

ZEVANA MOMENT SPOTTED!!!!

IT'S HER. IT'S THEM. Sorry but I am so stuck on that last bit where it mentions she and Zevran have their own battles to fight. I was talking a bit ago about how Milana ends up finding her sense of self and purpose that she's struggled through most of the game and y'know... Milana has found herself bound and doomed to the duty and fate of a Grey Warden while Zevran, a man who has found his freedom through her, chose to remain by her side. The circumstances of that is ironic in and of itself (and I love how much irony plays in their story, esp with Zev) but I think as they continue their relationship after everything it only cements her new perspective in life. She didn't even realize it's been in front of her the whole time. What is Zev doing taking on the Crows not only an act to fight and preserve his personal freedom, but an act of love if it meant he can choose to stay beside his Warden? ("For the chance to be by your side I would storm the Dark City itself. Never doubt it." anyone?? 😭!) What is choosing to be beside her during her travels no matter if this chase to find the cure leads to a dead end if not an act of love?

I think she may have been a bit slower to the realization than Zev was about what she wanted out of her life after all that's happened. Yet here he was; he's been choosing her this whole time. And now with Milana searching for the Calling's cure... she would not resign herself to that terrible fate and what is that if not a defiant act of love? Fighting to persevere against all doomed odds if it meant being able to remain beside Zevran just as he does her? They saved each other. They are choosing each other. Every day, with every battle they face, together or apart.

You know the whole tropes of "I would die for you"? Nah, for to these two it's "I want to live for you." "I don't want to be doomed, I want to live." IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE BABY!!!

[glacialswordsman-a]

i'm normal i'm normal i'm sooo normal i'm so fucking normal over certain relationships i'm so normal i promise i PROOOOMISE I'M NORMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

[spookitordukeit]

Kyanos-

Deep, blue, abyss, consuming, cold, danger, slow, watching, slinking, confident, chasm, excited, thrill, laugh, grip, taunt, play, prowl, straight, coo, obsess, arctic, alone, ploy, smile. The slow dilation of a predators eyes. The black overtaking the iris and leaving only the barest of whites. The stop of a heart as you see the peaking of eyes from behind a tree when you thought you were alone.

Rust-

Smothering, following, stalking, watching, heat, corrosion, mind, latched, insistent, pursuit, slow, drawl, easy, false, games, leading, unconcern, tease, questions, lure, trade, assurance, sweet poison. An orange Spotlight that cuts through the darkness. Never leaving you no matter how far or how fast you run. Keeping you perfectly within the circle of its beam. Wind whipping past as you run in the dark.

Vinum-

Calculate, silent, observe, at length, tracing, iron, click-clack, sharp, time, hmm, intellect, question, keep, possess, tired, age, restraint, hush, obey, wait, watch, obliterate, whisper, wrapped around, manipulate, shift, change, favor. Tilting of the head. The slow curl of an open hand around a throat. The oppressive thrum of red that fills your mind.

Kopi-

Quiet, seeing, notes, grip, sealed, kept, gold, skcret-skr, slouch, glow, pillow, heartbeat, static, silent, safe, hidden, sigh, gloves, humming, soft, closed, loose, flowing. Stillness in the swaying field of yellow grass. A figure standing against the light of the setting sun. A sighing body curled atop a pile of pillows in the quiet of a dark room.

Black-

Gruff, teeth, dark-water, black-ice, sharp, crossed, hmpf, bared, tension, metal, rend, trap, protected, folded, pressed, thought, disinterest, bulk, winter, dreary, narrowed, rapids, quick, snap. Standing in an open field under a rolling storm, sky tinged blue-gray as the thick rolling clouds rumble above. Feeling the vibration in your chest with hands clenched into fists at your sides.

Grim-

Quiet, stalk, watch, slouch, silent, chase, behind, hum, knowing, wrapped, keep, no escaping, shh, learn, curiosity, intriguing, lead, trap, nudge, encourage. The reluctance of accepting a caged warmth within the dangers of a blizzard. The trembling of a mechanism taken apart only to be gently put back together. The soft whisper of a voice that leads you down the winding path even when it ends death.

Edge-

Straight, wish, frown, away, tall, stood, firm, snap, sharp, drag, collar, mine, leave, brace, chill, provide, whip, tapping, rhythm, impress, point, claw, press, heat, suffocate, tension, rip, imposing, gravity, silent, lean, scrutiny, loyal, hate, begrudge, kneel. A tight coil with the threat of springing, held in place by an invisible hand. Sweet words hissed with desperation at a rabbit gripped too tight within a palm.

Red-

Snark, defy, anger, boil, burst, goad, trick, lead, downfall, hostility, rage, hot, blind, heavy, pin, suppress, growl, smother, slow burning, huff, animal, sharp, satisfaction, grin, death, bloody, release, hurt, heel, command. The explosion of a match lit knowingly and tossed into the invisible killer if a gas leak. The grinning of bared teeth of an animal willingly muzzled, seconds from being let loose.

[eggymoth]

I love making art!!

There are ideas and people and worlds and so much more living in my head, there are conversations and events and traditions and foods and outfits, and the day I disappear the things that were left in my head will be gone with no one to even know they existed.

And I am given the chance to set them free, to let the world see them! They want to be free, they want to be heard and seen and laughed at and mourned about! And here I am!! I can do that! I am the bridge letting the concepts in my head be seen and heard, and they can sing and dance! And then there can be an opportunity for even a single person other than me, to see that. That's so freaking cool

And even if it goes unseen, I am preventing a death of a person, a world, a beast, a story. I am giving a chance for it to be free and remain even after I am gone, and like man that's amazing!! I can just do this!! And so can you and so can everyone.

I hope I never forget the joy of doing this, and I hope many others can feel the same.

[marks-bby]

⠀⠀⠀“WHAT?! SEX BAN?!”

﹅ contains ;; gojo satoru , kento nanami , choso kamo , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna , geto suguru

﹅ alt title ;; how long the jjk men can withstand the sex ban

﹅ warnings ;; sorta sub!choso , whiny!choso , toji's part is more explicit than the others , this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well

GOJO SATORU (3 days)

“are you serious?” gojo groans, slumping forwards. gojo watched in disappointment as you crossed your arms, looking away from him. "you did it so you have to pay." for weeks, you've been trying to tell gojo to separate the colors from the whites while doing laundry. him just wanting to get it over with, he dumped them all in the same load, ruining some of your favorite pieces of clothing.

"baby, please. i won't do it again," he begs, kneeling in front of you. but to no avail, you stood your ground.

it only took him 3 days to convince you to wave your white flag, surrendering to his seduction. "you look good in my shirts." gojo's hands caress your hips as he presses his chest to your back. "i would be in my clothes if you would just listen to me." you huff, "i never said i was disappointed." gojo whispered, his hard-on pressing on your ass.

“please. just drop the ‘sex ban’. i said i was sorry.” his lips make a trail of kisses on your neck. you needed him too. whenever he wasn’t around, you would use your toys, trying to not let gojo know you were sexually needy. but they didn’t work.

RYOMEN SUKUNA (not happening!)

no. just no. it’s funny that you even thought about putting that in motion. sukuna was too desperate for sex but never wanted to admit it.

“no,” he stood above, crossing his arms, making himself seem bigger than you (as if he even needed to do that). “you can’t deprive me of sex, woman.” he grunts. “but i can, kuna. that’s what you fail to realize.” you tut, standing up to walk away.

one of his four arms wraps around your waist, throwing you back on the soft surface. "you're not going through with this." he growls in your ear, crawling go top of you.

how dare you even think such a thing? you were his woman, his twin flame. you were the only person he showed the littlest respect to and you decide to do some foolery like this.

he tugs your shirt over your head, your bra coming next. his rough hands slide over your chest. "such beauty..." he whispers. "i'll make sure you never think of this again.

KENTO NANAMI (it was on accident)

his job was taking him away from you. between being a jujutsu sorcerer and a businessman, he couldn't find time to be a partner for you.

due to the lack of attention you were receiving, you became sexually pent up, having the urge to pleasure yourself at the worst times. the feeling of neglect was creeping up on you. some days, you forgot nanami even lived with you.

"love, i'm home." nanami tugs off his tie, tossing it to the side. "i don't know how long i can take of this." he rubs his temples, deeply sighing as he led himself to your shared bedroom. before his hand touched the cold metal knob, he heard your muffled moans and the squelching of your cunt.

he slowly opens the door, peeking in the room before fully entering. "it seems i've neglected you." he watches as you quickly cover yourself as if he hasn't seen you naked many times. he unbuttons the top of his shirt as he saunters to the edge of the bed, removing the covers off you.

"seems like i have some things to make up for."

CHOSO KAMO (not even a day)

"please." he whines, his head resting on your lap as he looks up at you. ever since you shared your first time with choso, he's been going at it with you like rabid dogs. if he wasn't inside you, his head was squished in between his thighs.

"choso, i need a break." you sigh, trying to remove him from off you. his grip on your legs was tight as he put his face in between your thighs, shaking his head. he was acting like he couldn't survive without your cunt somehow being involved.

"i swear, i'll leave you alone after. just please," he whined. you couldn't resist him for much longer. you hated when he got all whiny like a baby. he was spoiled because of you.

"fine." you undo the tie of your sweatpants before his hands swatted yours away, tugging your pants and panties off. "i promised you." he kisses your inner thigh before his tongue began flicking away.

TOJI FUSHIGURO (mans was balls deep in you the second you said it)

"you really think so?" he darkly chuckles, rubbing himself on you. "toji, i'm sorry. please." you whine, wiggling your ass on his cock. "i don't think you are." he teases, stepping away from you.

you whine, following him. "it was a joke." you press your hand on his chest. "did i laugh?" he tilts his head, smirking at you. you sigh, "toji, i'm sorry." you press yourself against him, your chest touching his.

"fuck." you knew he couldn't resist the feeling of your chest on him. it was like heaven to him. "turn around." he grunts, gripping your hips to turn you around, bending you over.

he easily slid inside of you due to how wet you got over time. "don't say stuff you don't mean, baby." he laughs, thrusting into your backside. it was worth it.

GETO SUGURU (you gave in after implementing it)

you wanted to test geto's limits, giving him an extra nnn moment which made you realize something. it was always you initiating sex. "geto, please. i give up." you whine, following him around the house.

he chuckles, "everyone must deal with their consequences, my love." he turns to you. he plastered a sinister smile, taunting you. he saw how much you needed him but he wasn't caving in until he heard you say it.

"i'll do anything. my hand isn't even working anymore." you simper. it was starting to become frustrating seeing how calm he was about all of this as you were suffering.

"i need you! is that what you wanted to hear?" you shout, earning a grin from him. he walks closer to you, his finger tracing your jawline, "why didn't you say that sooner, love?" he chuckles.

[deathofacupid]

ceo!sukuna x bubbly!barista!reader, i fear it's my new obsession. banner credits to @/uzmacchiato. both inspired by, and dedicated to @salsakiyoomi! hope you like it, pretty <33

ceo!sukuna, a man whose resting face could curdle milk, hates physical touch. like, he'd rather wrestle a rabid badger than endure a friendly pat on the back.

his employees? mere rodents scurrying around his corporate cheese grater, their sole purpose to make his existence slightly less agonizing.

of course, they mostly failed at that. they were less "competent assistants" and more "walking disasters with access to staplers." his day was basically a high-stakes game of "clean up the employee-induced apocalypse," and he was running out of patience, and more importantly, employees.

ex-employees, he'd mentally correct, adding them to his ever-growing blacklist. he'd personally ensure they'd be lucky to get a job at a clown college.

and yet, despite this raging misanthropy and deep-seated aversion to human contact, he ends up craving your arms. the irony was thicker than his expense reports.

"'kuna?" you ask, peering up from your couch fort. "how was your day?"

a grumble is his reply. you've deciphered his grumbles into a complex language, and this one translates to "hell on earth."

you open your arms, and he promptly transforms into a sentient, grumpy weighted blanket, flopping onto you with the grace of a falling grand piano.

you wheeze, but you're used to it. he’s basically a cat, except instead of knocking things off tables, he knocks the air out of your lungs.

"don't even get me started," he mutters, his voice muffled by your chest. he sounds like a toddler who just lost his favorite pacifier. "do you know how many people i had to terminate today?"

"fired, you mean? sukuna, you mean fired, right?" you’re picturing a corporate bloodbath, and it’s not a pretty image. he waves a dismissive hand, which, due to his position on top of you, almost knocks your phone out of your hand.

"yeah, yeah. whatever. they were basically performance art pieces of incompetence."

"okay, but, like, how many?"

"enough." he then changes the subject. "what about you, flower? how was the café?"

your mood instantly does a 180. "oh! it was great! nice and slow. but this one guy came in, all grumpy about his coffee. said he could make it better."

"he did?" sukuna raises an eyebrow, a feat considering he's basically face-planting into your chest. "what happened?"

"told him to go do it, then," you say, grinning. "and then kicked him out."

"that's my girl," he says, a rare flicker of approval in his eyes. "did you throw his coffee at him first?"

"i considered it, but i didn't want to waste good coffee."

he's impressed, that much he'll admit. he shifts, crushing you further. "sukuna!"

"i've been away from my girl all day," he grumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "let me have this."

for a man who supposedly treated physical contact like it was kryptonite, he sure seemed to enjoy clinging to you. maybe he just needed a you-shaped stress ball, you think. and maybe, just maybe, he was secretly a giant softie, hidden under layers of corporate armor and general grumpiness.

or maybe he just liked your couch. either way, you were trapped, and honestly, you weren't complaining. too much.

general taglist: @jeonwiixard. (i didn't forget this time 👩‍❤️‍👩)

[lasalebete]

good evening its 2am and i literally Cannot stop thinking about those 9 seconds. I have to physically stop myself from watching it because if not it's literally loop and loop and loop. Anyway some highlights of what I Love besides the obvious because im Unwell:

the artstyle overall but like what can i say. It is Gorgeous. Sharp. Lines. aaaaaa

Shawn's STUBBLE!!! Which is so very personal to me

That frame where Shawn rests his hand on his shoulder and his face gets Long. Im obsessed by the gesture cause it's like... Yeah.... That's him alright.... (<- this one has to get like a star or special mention or something because it's one of the main parts of why I love this animation so much) ☆

Overall their body languages that were just nailed in NINE (!!) SECONDS PEOPLE!!!!

Lassie's Big Blue Eyes. Propaganda: that frame i accidentally paused on:

The way he somehow bitchily closes that file. Lassie ily. His eye roll. Double ily. His air quotes. Triple ily. ☆

Shawn's elongated snake-like arms when he spins Lassie around. Like when we have a forearm passing in front of the camera it kills me every time.

The LYP-SYNCING????? HELLO?????

Lassie's dimples. On my hands and knees. And also his shirt collar taking his entire neck. His scowl. He is Everything to me. ☆

Shawn's squiggly hair. That is all.

The whole concept of the thing I just love him restraining Lassie with a sash.

The way the hands are drawn I just???? I love them. They are Skrunkly. Squiggly. I love.

Colours. Just . The palette is so pleasing. ☆

Shawn's smiles. He looks so annoying (god bles Ɛ>) AND so happy about it AND perhaps just a tad bit manic and I love him.

Lassie with the whore lashes

im foing isnaen

special mention for Shawn's neck vein in the first few frames. yargle

Psych you out in the end

[i7nn8a]

What made Sukuna fall in love with you wasn’t your body, your personality, or even your soul—although eventually, he did fall for all of those too. What truly caught his attention, what intrigued and mesmerized him, were your eyes.

It was one of those times when villagers came to serve him, make requests, and offer tributes. That’s when he saw you. Everyone in your village called you crazy, a witch. During one of these gatherings, they tied you up and brought you to him, accusing you of cursing their harvest, bringing disease, and haunting their nights with nightmares.

That’s when he saw it. Bound in ropes, surrounded by rabid dogs and fire meant to stop you from escaping. Unlike everyone else around you, you didn’t avoid his gaze. On the contrary—you stared directly at him. And when he looked back, you didn’t flinch in fear like the others. No. You simply tilted your head and smiled. Smiled. As if you already knew you were going to die and decided to revel in the chaos around you. Sukuna had never been so captivated.

He couldn’t take his eyes off yours or care about the words spilling out of the villagers’ mouths. When they finished listing your supposed crimes, silence fell as everyone awaited his verdict. He kept looking at you, his gaze glowing like fire, reflecting the torchlight around you. Then, finally, he spoke.

“And you, little witch? Do you have anything to say in your defense?” he asked sarcastically. It didn’t matter whether you were guilty or not. He would have you, alive or dead. With a soul burning behind your eyes to meet his gaze every day, or with them lifeless and your severed head staring at him forever.

“I didn’t commit any of these crimes. If I had anything against these people, they wouldn’t even exist anymore, my King. I would never let them suffer mere nightmares or illnesses that still allow them to breathe,” you said with a smile, looking—damn it—looking straight into his soul, if he even still had one. His two cocks instantly hardened at your words.

Sukuna first fell in love with your eyes, but it was your mouth that drove him to slaughter an entire village and take you to his domain.

Part 2