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carnalcrows · 23 days ago

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WHITE COAT, RED HANDS

pairing: chishiya x top male reader

content warnings: 18+, chishiya is a sociopath, hearts game, major character death, blood, ftm chishiya, oral (reader receiving), p in v, general AIB warnings.

word count: 2.4k

You meet Chishiya in a game called “Karma.”

No one knows the full rules until they’re already inside — typical of the Borderlands. You only know three things when you walk into the rust-colored warehouse where it’s held: the game’s a Hearts suit, it’s for pairs, and you’re stuck with the blond guy who’s barely said a word since you got scanned in.

“Looks like we’re partners,” you say, offering a hand.

Chishiya glances at it, then at you. “Lucky me.”

His voice is flat, clinical. Doesn’t take the handshake.

You drop your hand. “You a doctor or something?”

“Used to be.” He keeps walking, hands in his pockets like this is an errand he’s annoyed to be running.

There’s something unreadable in his expression — or maybe that’s just his face. He’s got this quality like he’s always three steps ahead, but can’t be bothered to tell you what’s coming. The kind of guy who might let you drown just to see how long you could hold your breath.

You follow anyway.

Because there are only two kinds of people left in this world: the ones you can use, and the ones who’ll use you first. And you’ve learned the hard way it’s better to be close to the former — even if they look like the latter.

“Cool,” you mutter under your breath. “Stuck with the cryptic type.”

“Better than the loud type,” Chishiya replies dryly.

You glance at him. “You always this charming, Doc?”

He twitches an eyebrow. Just one. “Only when I like someone.”

That makes you laugh, unexpectedly. “So I’m fucked, then.”

He looks at you, slow and sideways. “Not yet.”

Then he keeps walking, as if he hadn’t just said that.

You hate the way that line stays with you.

The warehouse door slams shut behind you both with the kind of finality that makes your stomach tense. A countdown lights up on the far wall in blood red:- 00:59:59. One hour. No instructions.

You both scan the room — crates, high catwalks, and a flickering overhead light that casts shadows like they’re watching.

“I hate Hearts games,” you mutter.

Chishiya hums. “People usually do.”

You shoot him a look. “You sound like you’ve played more than a few.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just wanders toward the nearest crate and pops it open like this is a casual scavenger hunt.

Inside: two vests. Black, fitted. One for each of you. You pick one up and notice the red LED embedded in the chest and shaped like a heart.

“Not ominous at all,” you say.

Chishiya’s already sliding his on. It hugs him close, snug around the ribs. You try not to stare, but he catches you anyway.

“Like what you see, or just trying to figure out where to stab me later?” he asks, voice too casual.

“Can’t it be both?”

That earns a small smirk. Not quite a smile, but the kind of curve at the edge of his mouth that feels like a reward. You kind of hate that it makes your pulse jump.

Once you both suit up, the LED lights flicker to life. Yours flashes red. So does his. Then a metallic clunk echoes from above, and a screen buzzes on.

“Welcome to Karma.”

The voice is male, modulated, and void of any emotion.

“You and your partner share a life. Your hearts are linked. One dies, both die.”

A pause.

“But to win… only one may remain.”

You look at Chishiya. He’s unreadable again. As if he didn’t just hear a death sentence wrapped in a riddle.

“The game begins now.”

Then the lights go out.

You draw your knife on instinct.

Somewhere in the dark, Chishiya says softly, “This part’s always fun.”

Your voice drops. “You know how to win this, don’t you?”

A long pause. Then:

“I might.”

That makes your grip tighten. “Planning to share with the class, or are you just gonna play puppeteer until it’s convenient to let me die?”

There’s movement. A footstep behind you. You spin — knife raised — and feel a hand close around your wrist, steady but not aggressive.

“I’m not going to let you die,” he says in that same flat voice. “Yet.”

“Yet,” you echo.

The light flickers on for a heartbeat. Long enough to see his face close to yours, half-shadowed. Then dark again.

“You’re enjoying this,” you murmur.

His hand slips from your wrist. “You’d be surprised how few people are fun in the dark.”

You move in silence for a while. The kind that pricks your skin because it’s not truly silent — the warehouse breathes. Vents rattle. Metal ticks. A slow, mechanical hum pulses beneath your feet like a heartbeat that isn’t yours.

Chishiya doesn’t seem affected. He walks beside you like he’s on his morning commute. Calm. Controlled. The picture of someone who doesn’t flinch even when the building itself feels like it’s watching you.

You glance over. “How the hell are you this calm?”

“I’m used to being hunted.”

The way he says it — flat, without ego — should sound like bullshit. But you believe him.

“And you’re a doctor?” you ask.

“Was.” He pauses. “Still am, technically.”

“Right. Doctor of hearts, huh?”

That gets a proper smirk. Just a flicker. “Clever.”

You snort. “You know, most people don’t look smug after admitting to possible homicide.”

“I didn’t admit anything.”

You’re about to respond — some sarcastic quip already loaded — when the warehouse shifts. The floor jolts with a loud hiss, and metal walls snap up from the ground, boxing you into a corridor that didn’t exist two seconds ago.

“What the—?”

“Maze,” Chishiya mutters, already walking ahead. “Figures.”

“Wait—” You grab his shoulder instinctively. He stops. Looks down at your hand. Doesn’t pull away.

His gaze lifts slowly. “You don’t trust me.”

“No,” you say. “I don’t.”

He tilts his head. “But you want to.”

That shuts you up for a beat. The hum beneath the floor ticks louder. Red lights blink at the corners of the ceiling.

“You gonna tell me what you meant earlier?” you ask. “About not letting me die yet.”

“I mean exactly that,” Chishiya says, voice soft but cold. “I need you. For now.”

You laugh once, low and bitter. “You’ve got a real way with words, doc.”

His eyes flick to yours again. “You’re still here.”

You don’t have a response for that.

The next corridor is narrower. Walls dripping with condensation. Your shoulder brushes his once, twice, until neither of you bother stepping aside anymore. It’s stupid — the smallest contact — but it feeds something between you. A tension that feels almost like a test.

“You’re not afraid of dying, are you?” you say.

“No.” Chishiya’s gaze is forward, steady. “I’ve made peace with it.”

“And killing someone else?”

His eyes flick sideways. “That’s not the question you want to ask.”

“…What’s the question, then?”

“You want to know if I’d kill you.”

You swallow. “Would you?”

He stops. Turns to face you in the dim corridor. The blinking red lights give his face a flicker—soft, then sharp.

“If I said no,” he says, “you’d be stupid to believe me.”

Then he leans in just enough that you feel his breath, calm and infuriatingly even. “But if I said yes... I think you’d still follow me.”

Your heart thuds, traitorous and loud. You don’t know if it’s fear or want or both.

You mutter, “You always this cryptic with people you plan to backstab?”

“Only the ones I like.”

Your jaw clenches. “You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

You lean a little closer — not thinking, just moving on instinct now — and mutter, “Do you always flirt in murder mazes?”

His gaze drops to your mouth. “Only with idiots who flirt back.”

Then his hand grabs the front of your vest and drags you forward, not gently. Your back slams against the wall, and his mouth crashes into yours.

It’s not romantic. It’s rough and hot and too fucking much — all the tension, the danger, the push and pull of not knowing who’ll betray who — and it unravels in seconds. His tongue parts your lips without hesitation. You groan into it, hands gripping his hips because it’s the only part of him you can grab that doesn’t feel like a trap.

Chishiya’s kiss is strategic and brutal. Not gentle. He bites your bottom lip and pulls just enough to make your cock twitch in your pants. Your hips rock forward, involuntarily, and he smirks against your mouth like he expected it.

“You’re really hard,” he murmurs, low and flat in your ear. “Impressive.”

“You’re really fucking annoying,” you breathe.

“And yet, you want me to keep going.”

He drops to his knees.

He’s on his knees like he’s done it before. Like it’s second nature. No hesitation, no reverence — just a methodical slide of fingers to your waistband, popping the button open with practised ease.

You watch him through shallow breaths. One hand braced to the wall behind you, the other twitching with the urge to grab his hair. But he’s not looking up at you for permission.

He’s looking at your cock. And when he pulls it out, already hard and leaking at the tip, he hums — a quiet, pleased sound, like you’ve passed another one of his secret tests.

“No complaints,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Your chest rises with something between pride and disbelief. “You always do this with people you might kill?”

Chishiya glances up then, eyes half-lidded. “No. You’re special.”

Then he licks a slow stripe from the base of your cock to the tip.

Your breath stutters. Your head tilts back and hits the wall with a dull thunk.

His tongue is warm, deliberate, not rushed. He wraps his lips around the head and takes you into his mouth in slow, steady inches. His hands are cold on your thighs, anchoring you as he sucks you in deeper — not messy or desperate. Just efficient. Intentional. Like he’s cataloguing every sound you make.

“F–fuck, doc…”

His lashes flutter at the nickname. His throat tightens around you as he swallows a little deeper, and your fingers tangle in his hair without thinking. He doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t fight the grip. If anything, he leans into it. Uses it to go deeper.

He sets a brutal pace after that — not fast, but intense. Hollowing his cheeks, flicking his tongue under the head, teasing and then swallowing you whole again. Your knees buckle once, and he presses harder into your thighs to steady you, like he knew it would happen.

“Shit—Chishiya, I’m—”

He hums again, sending vibrations through you just as you come, heat spilling down his throat. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t break eye contact. Just swallows like it’s nothing and pulls back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You sag against the wall, heart pounding, still trying to catch your breath.

You’re still panting when he stands, wiping the corner of his mouth like nothing happened. Like your orgasm was a minor detour.

But there’s a flush in his cheeks now. A flicker of something in his eyes.

Want.

You spot it the second he pushes you back against the wall again, fingers ghosting along your jaw. “Can you keep going?” he asks, low, almost clinical.

You snort, a breathless sound. “You kidding?”

Chishiya doesn’t smile, but there’s the barest twitch in his mouth. He steps in and kisses you, finally, open-mouthed and quiet, tasting faintly of you. It’s softer than you expect. Almost gentle. But it only lasts a beat before he turns, and without a word, walks toward one of the crates behind him.

You watch as he shrugs off his hoodie and shirt, tossing them over the metal edge. And when his pants go next, what’s left between his thighs leaves no questions. There’s a harness strapped tight to his hips, black and minimalist, but you can see it clearly when he turns and walks back to you, slick already glistening between his folds.

You blink.

He tilts his head. “Problem?”

You step forward without a word, grab his hips, and kiss him again.

He presses into you without hesitation, one hand finding your cock and guiding it between his legs. He’s wet—hot, and when you slide into him, he exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s trying to maintain control.

“Fuck—” you mutter, grounding a hand on his lower back. “You’re soaked.”

“Of course,” he says. “You’re the first person who’s made it this far.”

You want to ask what he means by that. But then he tightens around you, rolling his hips with expert precision, and your brain short-circuits.

The rhythm is fast, deliberate, but not frantic. You pin him to the wall now, bodies flushed, your cock buried inside him as he works you with movements that feel almost mechanical in how precise they are. Every grind pulls a sharp gasp from your lips. Every twist of his hips feels calculated — like he’s memorised exactly what it takes to keep you right on the edge.

He lets you manhandle him. He lets you bite at his neck, groan against his ear. But he doesn’t moan. He doesn’t beg. He just watches you, eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable — like he’s processing your every reaction, filing it away for future use.

You grab his thighs and lift him. He wraps his legs around you easily, arms hooking behind your neck. You fuck up into him harder now, slamming into that wet heat over and over, the lewd sounds of skin and slick echoing off the walls.

He finally gasps — one sharp, ragged breath that punches from his lungs — and that’s what undoes you. You curse, burying your face into his shoulder as you come deep inside him, warmth flooding his cunt, your whole body twitching as you ride it out.

Your grip on him tightens.

You don’t even feel the knife slide in.

It’s only when your breath catches in your throat, sharp and wrong, that you realise what happened. Blood fills your mouth. Your legs falter. You both sink to the floor.

He stays straddled over you, cock still inside him, as your body collapses beneath his. His chest rises and falls evenly. His hands are warm against your jaw as your vision starts to fade.

“I wanted to wait until after,” he murmurs.

You gurgle something. His face softens.

“I wasn’t lying. It felt good.”

Your blood is everywhere now — on his hands, his stomach, pooling beneath your spine.

He leans down and kisses you again.

Soft. Warm. Almost apologetic.

“Only one survivor.”

And then he slips off your lap and rises to his feet, walking toward the blinking green light at the end of the hall. The blade, slick with your blood, swings loosely in one hand.

GAME CLEAR.

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depravitycentral · 1 month ago

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Yandere! Tengen Uzui + Wives NSFW Profile

Yandere! Tengen Uzui x fem! reader, ft. all three wives

Tw: mentions of non-con, kidnapping, honestly this whole thing reads like one giant weird orgy, voyeurism, forced voyeurism, public sex, I don’t feel like I really captured his character but oh well, mentions of anal (f recieving), toys, all four of them are yandere bc I don't believe in splitting them up, sex dolls, mentions of cum eating, don't use lotion gifted to you by the Uzuis, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

WC: 14K

HABITS:

Uzui’s sex life is extremely active, even before you step into his heart. Having three wives, he’s no stranger to the sweaty, writhing mess of sex, finding himself tangled with all three women on a nearly nightly basis. He’s just a passionate man, and finds that sex is a good medium to express his desire and love for his wives. And even on the nights when he’s too exhausted to join in on the fun, he’s more than happy to watch Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio go at it in front of him, palming at his cock over his pants and watching like a hawk as they kiss and touch one another, moans ringing through the air and the musky scent of sex filling the room.

And once you walk into his life, this trait not only stays but grows stronger. He becomes so consumed by the thought of having you naked and moaning in his arms that it gets him salivating, gulping and feeling his knees go weak like some pathetic little schoolboy.

He’s constantly plagued by thoughts involving you, and a good portion of them involve you in rather lewd, provocative positions – he’ll be imagining what your tits look like as he idly gropes at Makio’s, biting his lip as he thinks of what color your nipples must be, how small or large, what shape your breasts are, how they fall or sit against your sternum, how sensitive they are and whether a few sucks and pinches is enough to get you bucking your hips and moaning.

(And all the while, Makio’s imagining the same thing – she’s picturing kissing you, pressing her naked chest against yours, hard nipples brushing against yours and making her whine, her hands coming down to force Tengen to squeeze harder, more insistently, more like how she fantasizes you would.)

He’ll be chatting with you, his stare much too intense and standing too close to your body, all the while daydreaming about how your voice changes when you’re in the throes of pleasure – does it get higher? Whinier, gaspier, every thrust of his hips drawing out a new moan that he wants to be loud enough to be heard by absolutely everyone in the near vicinity? Or perhaps you get lower, sounds starting deep in your chest and sounding serene as they fall from you, sounds that make him only tongue at you deeper, snap his hips against you faster, just trying even harder.

It’s not long before he begins craving you sexually, and so it’s also not long before he begins acting on those urges, humoring his rather explicit and depraved fantasies of you.

And so, when Tengen feels that same familiar, impossible-to-ignore aching when he sees you, his pants growing tight and his face feeling hot because fuck you’re so damn sexy it’s almost infuriating, he knows exactly what to do to quell it.

That is, fucking you is what his body is really craving, but his three lovely wives are more than capable of satisfying him, more than willing to indulge in the fantasy and let hands wander their skin all the with the idea of you in mind. And more often than not they’re suffering the same sort of sexual frustration, fingers twitching and biting lips because god, they want you so badly it’s almost painful.

And so, one of two things will happen.

The first – and more common – option is to simply fuck each other. All four are peeling off clothing, hands eagerly squeezing and fondling, mouths insistent and leaving each inch of skin wet with spit. It’s messy and loud and so very hot – sweat’s dripping from foreheads and gathering at temples, tongues eagerly lapping it up and moans filling the air. It’s truly carnal – a writhing mass of bodies, cum, and slick.

And while they’re touching each other, more often than not each is fantasizing about you – imagining the pretty pair of tits they’re sucking at and squeezing are yours. Imagining it’s your lips they’re kissing, your tongue they’re sucking on, your teeth they’re running their tongue against. Imagining it’s your ass they’re grinding against, your cheeks they’re groping, your asshole they’re thumbing at and cheekily kissing. They’re imagining it’s your pussy they’re spitting onto, your pretty folds they’re rubbing against your own, your hole that’s stretching so wonderfully to take a finger, two, four, a cock, anything and everything they give it.

You’re at the forefront of their fantasies, and they’re moaning your name allowed, each deeply engrossed in their own fantasy world of how you’re touching them, how they’re touching you, and how they’re making you absolutely dumb with pleasure.

That’s the more common option, yes, but it’s rather limiting – it feels best when all four are present, emotions feeling more intense because here they are fantasizing about you, their missing fifth person, and it feels wrong enough with one person not there. And so, when Tengen’s away on a mission or a wife or two is away in town or visiting friends, the others must compensate, their arousal insistent and needy and frantic to hump at something in replacement for you.

And so, the second common way for them to deal with their horniness before stealing you away is to take a turn with the rather pathetic stand-in they use for you. Tengen’s income is ample enough to finance the most recent development in large-scale sex toys – that is, the rather morbid life-sized doll they’d purchased surely isn’t an exact replica of you, but it gets the job done.

It’s a soft coating with padding inside that makes the doll decently malleable, not soft and squishy as they’re sure you are, but enough to have a decent amount of give when the fake tits are squeezed or the ass is slapped. It’s not complete – just a torso and a faceless head, with holes on the mouth and between the legs. It’s crude, vulgar, even, but on nights when they want a little individual, private fantasy session, it’s a better alternative. The doll sits in a particular closet, and is available on a first-come, first-serve basis.

And so, when Tengen arrives home one night after a particularly tiring mission, he’s quick to survey the Estate’s occupants. Hinatsuru had sent him a letter earlier in the day explaining that the three of them were taking a small journey to a neighboring village to gather some new herbs and supplies, and that they’d likely need to spend the night and return in the morning.

Tengen had of course been dismayed, but he’d stopped by your apartment on the return home and had caught a glimpse of you exiting your steaming bathtub perched outside your window, and had been absolutely insatiable since. The mental imagery of water droplets sliding down the curves of your figure had made him lick his lips so many times they were beginning to feel cracked, his uniform pants so tight that he audibly sighed in relief once he stepped out of them.

With no one else in the house, he’d briefly washed up, the cold water against his face waking him up, then wandered to the small, nondescript closet in the center of the Estate. Carrying the doll back to the large bathroom, Tengen shivers in anticipation. The metal image of you naked and wet is too much to forget, and so as he turns on the steaming water and let the bathtub fill, he slipped off the rest of his uniform.

Running a hand through his now tousled hair, Tengen grins, a thumb reaching out to cup at the doll’s – your – chin. My pretty girl, he coos, leaning in to press a kiss against the open lips, tongue coming out to lick and toy with the interior of the mouth hole, his eyes squeezing closed as he kisses harder, deeper, more fervently. He’s groaning all the while, a hand coming to lay at the doll’s waist, fingers pressing harshly against the material and feeling the way it divots under him, mind racing at how soft and squishy you’d be – surely much more than this stupid doll.

It’s not long before the tub is adequately full, and he stops the water flow. Settling into the warm water, he’s quick to grab the doll, laying it so that the back is pressed against his bare chest. He spends a long while simply talking to it – calling it your name, pressing wet, hot kisses against the neck, letting his hands come up to splay against the stomach, then creep a little higher to cup at the breasts. They’re not like yours – not the correct size or shape, but it’s a close enough substitute. And as his cock presses harder and harder against the doll’s ass, Tengen can no longer ignore the insistent throbbing.

He’ll chuckle against the neck, pressing one last hot kiss against the area and moving to take the ear between his teeth.

Bend over for me, he’ll groan, suddenly moving the doll so that its front is pressed against the lip of the tub, ass sticking out and the hole between its legs accessible. Tengen licks his lips, settled on his knees so that his groin perfectly aligns with the doll’s rear.

So pretty, he’ll murmur, running a thumb down the doll’s spine, imagining the way you’d get shy and bashful and tell him to not say such embarrassing things! He’s quick to lean over the doll, close enough to feel the ass flush with his cock, his nipples brushing against the doll’s arched back.

Tell me you want me. One hand comes down to knead and grope at the doll’s ass cheek, grabbing as much of the material as he can, closing his eyes and once again imagining how you’d be so much better. He imagines the way you’d respond, how you’d breath out his name, telling him that you need him, and that’s enough to send his hand to grab at his base, smacking himself lightly against the doll, smirking against the material as he imagines the way you’d squirm at his teasing.

Take it, baby, take me. And with that he’s pushing inside, hissing slightly at the squeeze, bicep flexing as he holds himself steady against the rim of the tub. The doll feels nice, but he’s sure you’d be much tighter, much wetter, sucking him in and offering so much resistance each and every time he pulls back. With a low groan and brings his hips back, precum smearing along the insides of the hole, but Tengen can only shakily sigh.

He starts a moderate pace, his thrusts as deep as he can make them, hips rolling and subconsciously aiming to the spot he knows you’d like. He’s talking constantly – praising the you of his fantasies, groaning out your name, breathily muttering small yes’s under his breath. The sloshing sound of the cooling tub water is background to the way his breathing gets slightly heavier, his cheeks getting more flushed, his muscles visibly flexing and tensing as his thrusts slowly get more instant, his hips picking up the pace.

Fuck, so good he’s groaning, a free hand coming down to smack at the ass of the doll, hand lingering to once again grope. His eyes are still tightly closed, trying to immerse himself in the fantasy of you – imagining your sounds as he fucks you dumb, the visual of your back arched before him, the sight of your ass bouncing and jiggling with the force of his hips. You’re just too damn sexy – his orgasm’s approaching much too fast, balls sporadically clenching and tightening, his breathing starting to get unsteady as the pleasure begins to mount.

A hand comes down to vigorously rub at where the doll’s clit would be, tight, fast circles pressed against he material as he buries his face against the doll’s shoulder, his voice tight as he groans out come f’me please god – I’m coming, ngh take it take it take it –

He lets out a low, deep groan as ropes of cum spurt from his tip, filling the doll, his shallow thrusts making a lewd, wet squelching noise. He’s still breathing heavily as he rides out the last bits of his high, sweat dripping from his brow and now cold water lapping at his thighs. He leans back, thumbs pressing against the doll’s back, eyes fixated on the sight of his cock buried inside of it, bits of cum having leaked out and leaving a white ring against the base of his cock.

He smiles, licking his lips, and reaches down to give his balls a good, gentle squeeze, hissing and curling his toes but determined to give this doll every last drop – after all, if it’s supposed to be you, he wants it to be as realistic as possible, to give you everything he has to offer. He’ll stay like that for a while, simply catching his breath and letting himself daydream about the aftercare with you; having you wrapped in his arms, the rest of his wives piled into the large bed with you, all tangled together and sleeping soundly, nude bodies pressed up against one another. The thought brings a smile to his face, and as he slowly pulls out, globs of cum dripping into the water below, he can only sigh.

It’s a quick job to clean up, washing out the interior of the doll and his own body, every trace of blood, sweat, and dirt from his mission going down the drain. The doll gets put back into the closet and he retreats to his bed, situating one of his wives’ pillows as a stand-in for your body, clutching it tightly against his chest and allowing himself to drift off into sleep.

And, when Suma returns the next day and finds herself feeling a bit antsy after having passed an intimates shop on the journey home, she’s quick to snag the doll, retreating to a private room to strip and perch herself on the doll’s face.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your ass

Tengen finds every part of your body absolutely enticing. He finds you to be physical perfection, loving your every curve, blemish, roll, anything and everything in between. He likes all of you, but he has a soft spot for your ass.

There’s just something about it that drives him absolutely wild. He’s not picky about the way it looks, either – curvy, flat, squishy, firm, it doesn’t matter. His hands naturally gravitate towards it, absent-mindedly reaching down and simply settling there, letting his fingers idly press against the doughy fat and listen to the way you gasp. And frankly, it’s not even purposeful most of the time – it’s completely a habit, something he does without even thinking, something that his body truly just wants to do.

When he’s got you splayed over him, he’ll position you so that you’re laying on his chest, one leg propped up and over his, a hand securely sitting on the curve of your ass, absent-mindedly rubbing circles with his thumb.

And during sex it’s certainly no different – he’s a big fan of perching you over his face while you suck and lick at his cock, each of his hands finding home on your ass cheeks, kneading the fat and spreading them apart to allow him better access. He likes positions where your ass is visible and within touching distance, finding that he especially loves doggy and sitting you on his lap. He loves to watch the way the fat jiggles and ricochets as he fucks you, his thrusts getting faster and getting encouraged by the sight, loving the way the fat ripples and shakes, his mouth literally watering at the sight.

He’s truly fascinated by your ass, as well – it’s often that he’ll grab a fistful of cheek in each hand and pull them apart, getting a prime view of the pert, tight little hole that you always shy away from, the sight enough to leave him grinning, a thumb immediately coming up to lightly press and feel the way your body jerks slightly. He’s careful every time he plays with your asshole, though – always making sure to only very slowly work his finger inside and with ample lube, keeping his thumb shallow and slowly thrusting in and out. He likes the taboo of it, and while he won’t force you, he does harbor the fantasy of one day fucking you in the ass – if only to claim a hole of yours as his own, confident that even if you’ve laid with another man, it’s unlikely that you’ve ever done that.

(The thought of another man fucking you does, however, make him bristle with jealousy and anger. He doesn’t see you as some sort of pure, untouched angel, but he’s decidedly displeased by the notion that another man has touched you, has fucked you, has filled up your precious womb with their filthy, disgusting cum.)

He’s just truly a fan, finding that the area is simultaneously both sexy and endearing, and he’ll often reach out and land a firm smack against your ass as you pass by him in the Estate, his laugh ringing in your ears as he grins, pulling you in for a much too deep kiss and inhaling deeply by your ear. You’re just so damn pretty, after all.

Hinatsuru’s favorite part of you is your lips. There’s something about the shape of them that she absolutely adores – she similarly doesn’t care too much about the shape or thickness, finding that the softness and the fact that they’re yours are more than enough to make her happy. She’s always staring at them, fingers absent-mindedly tracing the shape against her thigh, closing her eyes and seeing them behind her eyelids. And you can feel that reverence when she kisses you – she’s gentle, even if the duration of the kiss and her wandering hands lead to you realize just how truly eager she is when she has you nude in front of her. She’ll slip a finger past them occasionally, sucking in a sharp breath at the way you suck and lick at them, your lips puckered and oh so pretty, her movements rushed as she suddenly grasps the back of your head, spreading her legs and pulling you closer to her cunt, frantic to feel those lips against her.

Makio’s favorite part of you is your thighs. She’s not exaggerating when she’d say that she’d die happy between them – they’re simply so soft and warm and squishy, the absolute perfect place to rest her head. When she’s cuddling you, she’ll maneuver you so that your legs are caging in her head, the plush surrounding her and simultaneously making her drowsy and aroused. She’s always pressing trails of kisses against the area, leaving soft little bites against the pillowy skin, groaning and muttering praises in a voice so low that the vibrations make you shiver. She’s grabbing fistfuls and kneading the skin, her hand sitting idly there both during the daytime and when she’s got you naked and moaning below her. She’ll perch herself on your thigh, dragging and grinding her cunt against the expanse of skin, grasping onto you so hard it’s nearly bruising as she chases her orgasm against your skin, her expressions and the noises she’s making almost too intimate, something about the sight feeling too personal for you to be viewing.

Suma’s favorite part of you is your voice. In bed, she’s very responsive to praise. She loves to be told what she’s doing well, how good she feels, all sorts of things that highlight how good she’s doing, how much you love her, how much you’re enjoying her touch. And so, Suma grows an absolute adoration and borderline kink for your voice. She loves the way you speak – the timber and tone, the way the letters roll off your tongue and how pleasing the sound is to her ears. And of course, when you say her name it only serves to make her shiver, goosebumps erupting across her whole body because oh, say it again, oh god please say it again she needs it… She loves to hear you moan and cry out in bed, too, finding that each and every sound you make it worthy of savoring, slick gushing from her with each whine and moan because don’t you just sound absolutely heavenly moaning and clenching around her fingers?

His mouth

In general, Tengen is a giver. He’s a firm believer in reciprocation in the bedroom, and one of his absolute favorite things to do between the sheets is to eat both you and his wives out. There’s something so naughty and lovely about it – the level of trust and intimacy is unmatched, and once your sexual relationship with the Uzuis officially begins, he will absolutely be using his mouth on you.

And he’s talented, too – he has incredible stamina, and would gladly spend hours between your legs if you’d let him. He’s able to angle his tongue just so, getting the correct pacing and movements to leave your toes curling and your hair tangling through his silver locks. He’s diligent, too – he’ll learn your body quickly, needing only a single time to find exactly what you like, and he’s always always looking at you, too. The eye contact is never broken, always watching to see how you’re responding to certain movements and techniques, adjusting to get you to make that face he loves.

(The one where your mouth is open into a little ‘o’ shape, eyebrows pinched in, eyes squeezed shut – the one that makes his cock absolutely throb, desperation tainting his movements because he will make you come, dammit.)

He loves the way you respond to his mouth; how you get so shy and nervous when he forces you to sit on his face, how you get so bashful when he tells you to spread your legs. And really, that’s where a lot of his love for eating you out comes from – you’re easy to tease, and the way you react to his words and actions leave him feeling giddy, your attention and acknowledgement of him making his chest puff out in pride because oh, this feels good.

So expect lots and lots and lots of teasing from him – biting playfully at the inside of your thighs, pressing feather light kisses against your skin, breathing over your clit and pressing his tongue against everything except where you need it.

He’ll push a finger against your entrance, pressing just enough to let the pad of his finger slip inside but not enough to give you any sort of real pleasure. Just enough to get you moaning and writhing, enough to get you begging for him in that sultry voice with that look that makes him throw all caution to the wind and absolutely destroy you.

He’ll edge you, bringing you so close to your high that you can almost taste it, your breathing getting ragged and your hips starting to shake, only to pull back and press kisses against the juncture of your leg and pelvis, chuckling when you whine, loving the way your body calls out to him and only him.

And even after he’s given in and let you come, he’s not stopping – oh no, not when you’re all sensitive and gasping him name, his tongue only picking up the pace as you writhe and whine, the oversensitivity starting to drive you mad.

And he loves the way you taste, too – the tangy, earthy taste, the way you taste so natural and raw and feminine. It’s to the point where he’ll tell you to go full days without bathing, only to pounce on you at night, pinning you down and rubbing his nose against the thin cloth of your panties, groaning and grinning at you, making some terribly embarrassing comment about how good you smell and how you taste even better.

So while he settles between your legs and brings you to orgasm after orgasm for your enjoyment and pleasure, a lot of it is self-serving. He wants you to feel good of course, but he wants you to know that he can make you feel good. He wants you to associate him with pleasure, to see him lick his lips and start shifting in your seat, to think of him as entirely capable at providing you pleasure and satisfaction. He doesn’t doubt his sexual prowess, but there’s something inexplicably satisfying about watching you fall apart all because of him and the way his tongue can work you.

The wives have different opinions, of course: Hinatsuru loves her hair. The way you pull and tug at it when she’s got her fingers curling and thrusting inside of you drives her mad, the twinge of pain mixing with pleasure clouding her mind and pushing her to go faster, to press even harder against the spot that makes your toes curl. You’re just so pretty and fuck the way you pull her hair has her near moaning, her own panties growing wetter with each tug.

Makio’s a big fan of own pussy, loving the way it feels to have you touching and pleasuring her. Of course, she enjoys touching you, but if she’s being entirely truthful, nothing beats the way you mouth at her, how you kiss and lick and suck at her, the feeling of you against her cunt leaving her breathless and desperate for more. She loves to sit on your face and grind against you, using your face as a sort of toy for her pleasure, the physical action feeling so dirty and possessive, as if she’s claiming you as her own. It’s the stuff of wet dreams – something that happens to her very often, courtesy of her fantasies surrounding you.

And finally, Suma’s favorite part of her body are her own breasts. She’s naturally very sensitive, her nipples easily hardening up and staying a bright, rosy pink color, and any time she’s got you naked in front of her, she’s always grabbing your hands and guiding them towards her chest, sighing and keening your name as you grope and knead at her. Roll her nipples between your forefinger and thumb, fit as much as you can in palm and squeeze, even slip her nipple against your tongue. She wants you to suckle, really, to lick and suck and tug for as long as you’re willing, her thighs rubbing together and little whines slipping from her because oh, if you keep this up she might just come from that alone.

DRIVE:

Between the constant flow of missions and having three sets of loving, eager arms to return home to, Tengen frankly doesn’t have time nor reason to feel sexually frustrated. His libido is naturally quite high, finding that sex is the perfect space to blow off some steam and also enjoy himself. He loves his wives dearly, and their sex lives are very active – which is why once their feelings for you form, they only fall into their beds more, hands wandering with new fervor, moans and fantasies increasing because oh, isn’t five the perfect number?

As a collective, all four of their libidos increase drastically once you step into their lives, and they’re not afraid to show this to one another. It’s extremely common for one of them to bring up a particular fantasy they’d been pondering on or harboring, the admission sometimes casual and nonchalant, other times stuttered out with red cheeks and twiddling thumbs. It’s become common place, really, for all four to share particular fantasies with one another, and often at inopportune times – not even necessarily in bed together.

Tengen will be off on a mission as the three wives sit down to lunch, making small talk and shoveling rice into their mouths, only for Makio to clear her throat and set down her bowl. The other two cock a brow but her their full attention, Hinatsuru even putting her own bowl down as well.

I’ve been thinking, Makio starts, fingers clutching at the material of her kimono, that perhaps she would enjoy a bit of spanking. It’s said as a statement, but she’ll look around the table, almost nervous at the reception of her thought – one that’d been plaguing her for nights, now, after having seen the way you yelped and stared at the ground when Tengen playfully smacked Suma’s ass earlier in the week. You’d been visibly uncomfortable, clearly unsure of what to say or do as Tengen teased Suma and the other two laughed along, but Makio is sure she’d seen some signs that deep under the façade of discomfort you’d perhaps been amused yourself, perhaps even a hair jealous…

After explaining that to the two raptly awaiting faces at the table, it’s Hinatsuru who first speaks up. She’ll softly smile, fingers tapping against the wooden table’s surface.

You may be right, she starts, and Suma audibly squeals at the idea. But of course, the only way to find out is to try it, and I don’t know that I advise Lord Tengen to be the first attempt.

Makio shakes her head rapidly, and Suma barks out no! It should be me! I’m much gentler, and she’d like it best from me and –

Makio cuts her off, snapping out where’d you get that from? Obviously it should be someone weaker than Lord Tengen but it was my idea so I should be the first one! Besides, you know I’ve been talking about how soft and pretty her ass must be for the last few weeks –

She’s also quickly cut off by Hinatsuru, who claps her hands together and laughs lightly. We must all try.

Suma and Makio grumble, the latter crossing her arms. Hinatsuru’s eye twinkles as she continues, but really, have you considered the other way around? That maybe she would like to spank us?

Chaos erupts at the table as Suma squeals once more, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands grabbing at the front of her kimono, fantasies of you bending her over and smacking at her while cooing her name running rampant through her mind. Makio’s cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red at the idea, shifting in her seat and clearing her throat, the mental imagery of her perched atop your face, grinding and swaying her hips as you grope and smack at her ass making her feel a bit hot under the collar. Hinatsuru, too, isn’t unfazed – she’s licking her lips, already thinking of how you’d be so gentle and nervous at first, a hesitant little smack against her that would only serve to make her moan lightly, her own hand coming and clutching at yours to guide you through it again, to help you hit it just right…

Tengen returns that night and is immediately bombarded with the idea, all three wives gushing at just how erotic and naughty the proposition is, and he can only boom with laughter, a hand already tugging at the front of his uniform trousers as he grins and tells them well, we should start practicing now – wouldn’t want to disappoint her, now would we?

And this behavior certainly doesn’t go away once they’ve permanently relocated you to the Sound Estate – no, if anything it increases. Because now that you’re with them constantly, their fantasies and libidos only increase. You’re just too damn pretty – they’re constantly staring at you, leaning in and inhaling your scent, fingers idly playing with your hands and hair and clothing, their attention always on you you you.

That said, you’re unlikely to be forced into anything directly sexual with them – certainly not with Tengen, who respects your clear discomfort when he lets his hands wander, instead choosing to only pull you into a rather intimate, wet kiss and whispering against your lips that you could be much happier if you’d let us pleasure you, you know.

Hinatsuru, too, is unlikely to force you into any sexual contact – instead she’ll just stare, constantly, her breathing getting slightly heavier and biting her lip but not making any motion to touch you or force you to touch her.

Makio, too, sees semblances of boundaries there, and will only force you to touch her in ways that aren’t explicitly sexual, but still feel strangely erotic. (She’ll make you brush her hair, massage her shoulders, help her to shave her legs, and absolutely insist that she returns the favor. Everything is long, drawn-out, and she’s always looking at you with baited breath, as if she thinks she can goad you into wanting something more, as if she thinks she can seduce you into wanting her.)

The only one who really toes the line, however, is Suma. It’s not out of some desire to make you suffer or to make you uncomfortable, but rather that her impatience and lust for you is simply so strong that she full-heartedly believes that you want her, too. She loves Tengen, Hinatsuru, and Makio, and she’s sure that if you just gave them all a chance you’d enjoy sex with them, too. She’s always detailing to you about the latest things they’ve done and tried, grabbing your hand and placing it on her breast as she describes a new technique Tengen has been using, something about flicking his tongue in particular ways against her nipples that she absolutely swears is amazing. It’s uncomfortable and it’ll leave you shying away and grimacing, but it’s only at the command of one of the others that she’ll stop, whining and pouting because she was so close to getting her to join us!

So while you’ll never be forced into actual sex, the four do have a rather nasty habit of getting you involved in their sex life – that is, it’s not hard for Tengen to get his hands on the newest, latest sex toys. His penchant is decent as a Hashira, and he’s got the input of all three wives on which models would feel the best, what the curvature and functions and textures should be to maximize your pleasure.

And so, any time the four of them are home, they’ll position you in one of the chairs at the end of the futon and mattress, a new toy in hand as they eagerly pile onto the bed. You’re expected to use the toy as you watch – thrusting in and out, angling it in time with Tengen’s thrusts and moving fingers, your own pinching and rubbing at your clit with the same speed, intensity, and mannerisms as all three women. They want your legs spread against the chair, wide and open so that they can see everything, and they’ll have you stripped down to nothing, your bare cunt and tits exposed for their viewing pleasure.

And they’ll put on an absolute show for you – clothes come peeling off, each person taking turns to sensually and seductively peel back the layers as the others touch and grope at new, exposed skin. They’ll moan and pant, Hinatsuru’s small gasps pairing with Makio’s throaty moans and Tengen’s gravely curses, while Suma’s higher-pitched whines fill the background. It’s contsant motion – Tengen’s always the first to undress, carefully folding his uniform and giving himself a few languid, tight strokes, making eye contact with you the whole time as Makio presses kisses against his neck, Suma licks at a nipple, and Hinatsuru takes over his hand, keeping the pace steady.

Suma will be next, eagerly rushing out of her kimono and slipping out of the lacy undergarments she sports, flinging her panties in your general direction and giggling when they land at your feet, the wetness of them palpable against your skin.

Hinatsuru goes next, Makio taking extra care to pull down the front of her kimono and let her chest fall out, a hand each groping and kneading at her breasts, pinching her nipples and looking at you all the while.

Makio goes last, slipping out of her clothing and spreading her legs widely, Tengen swiping a finger through her folds and licking off her slick, making a loud pop noise as he pulls them from his mouth. Each time will bring some new arrangement, the events never exactly the same, but one common arrangement is for each of them to kiss for a few minutes, continuing to grope and play with each other while loud, wet, slurping noises fill the bedroom air, until finally Tengen pulls away from Suma with a groan, settling down onto his back and grinning.

Jealous? He’ll ask you, grabbing at Hinatsuru by the hips and pulling her down to hover over his face, hot breath brushing against her cunt and making her bite her lip. Tengen will send you one last look, his voice clipped as he tells you to watch closely and don’t stop touching yourself, and then suddenly he’s pulling Hinatsuru all the way down, leaving not a hair of space between he tongue and her. She’s immediately humming and softly gasping, one hand tangling into his hair while the other grabs at Suma, pushing her onto her back and pulling her hips closer.

It’s typically at this point that you start to squirm, watching as she immediately dives between Suma’s legs, fingers slipping inside her and curling as her tongue works in circles, Suma’s hands coming up to clutch at the pillow under her head and toy with her breast.

Meanwhile, Makio’s settling over Tengen, pale fingers wrapping around his cock and lining him up against her, sinking down and letting her eyes roll to the back of her head with a simultaneous groan from Tengen, only partially muffled by Hinatsuru’s thighs. It’s vulgar, really, watching the way Makio starts bouncing, breasts rhythmically slapping against her ribcage as she moans, all the while keeping eye contact with you.

It’s loud – the wet, clickly noises and all the moaning and groaning, and the room is suddenly much too hot and humid. And what makes it all worse is how they’re all looking at you – stealing glances or blatantly staring, and oh god is that your name they’re moaning out?

Suma’s whining, looking at you through half-lidded eyes and slurring it together with yes yes yes, even while she pulls at Hinatsuru’s hair. Makio, too, is babbling out all sort of praise, telling Tengen he’s so – fuck, so big Lord Tengen, oh god you have to feel this too followed by your name over and over and over, like some sort of mantra.

It’s too intimate and it feels so much like something you shouldn’t be looking at or witnessing, but the moment you stop thrusting the dildo or playing with yourself, Suma’s shakily reaching out and smacking at your knee, her face contorted into something between a pout and a gasp as she tells you n-no! Don’t stop, don’t stop!

It’ll last much too long, some twenty minutes of writhing bodies, and at some point it devolves into them complimenting you, telling you that you feel good or that you’re so pretty or that they want to fuck you so bad, god please just let us!

It’s too much, but it’s only once you’ve finally orgasmed that it’ll all stop. The moment they see your body tensing up, your breathing getting more labored, your thighs shaking they’ll all freeze, watching you with rapt attention, even a bit of drool dripping along Tengen’s chin. They’re watching your face as your high hits you, listening and shivering at the sounds you make, your own pleasure often forcing their own orgasms to hit.

(Particularly for Tengen – cum’s flooding Makio without any warning, his balls twitching underneath her and cum dripping down and smearing along the insides of her thighs, too much for her to keep inside.)

Once you’re finished they’ll let you leave, hoping that watching them was largely responsible for your orgasm, and once you’ve slid the shoji door shut they’ll start up again, your used dildo eagerly being grabbed and thrown into the mix, the moans and whines of your name still audible long after you’ve retreated to the other end of the Estate.

It’s overwhelming, really, and so very intimate in a way that makes your skin crawl, but try as you might to ignore it, eventually you’ll grow to be curious, to wonder if Hinatsuru’s fingers and Tengen’s tongue can really be that incredible. And the moment you make any move whatsoever towards joining them?

Well, the frenzy to touch you, taste you, feel you, fuck you is almost too much, almost enough to make you back away again, but they won’t let you. Not when you so clearly want it – want them.

MAIN THREE KINKS:

Cumplay

Particularly for Tengen, this is true – he’s not terribly possessive as far as yanderes go, but there’s still something undeniably pleasing to him about the idea of marking you as his. He likes the idea of making it abundantly clear that you are his woman, just as you are Hinatsuru’s, Makio’s, and Suma’s woman. He wants both you and other people to understand that you are permanently claimed, and what better way to do that than through sex, where it’s both intimate and pleasurable?

And so, you’ll notice very quickly that Tengen has a penchant for finishing either inside of you or on you. And actually, his preference is often on you rather than inside. He loves to fill you, of course, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he pushes himself as far inside of you as he physically can, a gasp tearing its way through him as cum absolutely floods you, the warmth and pressure of it inside of you making you squirm.

It’s erotic, thrilling, so very natural, but it doesn’t quite satisfy the possessive edge that Tengen feels. It’s good because he feels that he’s claiming you in the most carnal way possible, but it’s still not enough – and so, the next time Tengen fucks you, he’s pulling out at the last minute, hand moving so quickly as he strokes himself that it’s genuinely a blur, before rope upon rope of hot, runny cum is landing against your pussy, dripping down and following the curves and dips of your folds, winding up with your entire cunt absolutely covered in his seed.

It’s messy and dirty and it makes Tengen practically salivate, the sight enough to make him hard again, cock bright red and pain bleeding into pleasure because oh fuck, he wants to cover you in even more. There’s something about the sight of his cum on your skin that just feels so very right, dare he say even flashy – it’s a pride thing, and he’s not picky about where on your body he finishes.

He’ll cover your cunt in rope after rope of cum, two thumbs spreading your lips wide so he can see your clenching hole, groaning lowly as he thumbs a bit of the cum against it, smirking when you clench so hard that some of it slips inside you.

He’ll smack your ass and mercilessly squeeze as he fists his cock over you, finishing against your pretty skin and staring down at the sight, loving the way you whimper slightly as he makes comments about how you look so fuckin’ good, baby, do you like being covered in me?

He’ll have you on your knees in front of him, your fingers wrapped around him as he tells you to open wide, painting your tongue white and giving himself an extra squeeze after just for good measure, just to make sure he gets every last drop onto your awaiting tongue.

He’ll finish on your chest, cum smearing across your nipples, moving forward to lick it off and flick and pinch at them, something like a strangled groan sounding from his throat because the taste of him on your skin is intoxicating in ways he can’t even describe.

And of course this kink doesn’t just extend to only you and him – oh no, the other wives are often involved, as well. He’ll bend you over and fuck you full, hips not stopping their movements until you’re shaking and a whining mess, cum trickling out and making a wet schluck schluck noise. He’ll slowly pull out with a hiss, sending a quick, payful smack to your ass, only to be immediately replaced by Makio, who eagerly grabs a handful of cheek in each hand, spreading them and groping as her tongue dips inside you, greedily sucking at and licking up every last glob of cum she can, paying no mind to the way you squirm and writhe at the overstimulation. Suma will be gagging around his length, pretty tears welling in her eyes and her jaw starting to ache at the stretch, only to have Tengen finish on her collarbone and breasts. Suma will giggle, giving his tip a quick kiss, then whine out your name, practically manhandling you as she makes you lick her clean, her gasps and moans as your tongue circles her areolas and sucks at her nipples ringing in your ears. And once you’re done, Tengen will expect you to clean him up, too – he’s still hard, still a deep, swollen pink color, and he’ll watch with a smile as you obediently lick up every last bit, leaving him clean and ready for the next orgasm.

And really, the kink isn’t even just limited to the bedroom – no, he’s more than happy to incorporate his cum in your day-to-day life, too. Even before he’s stolen you away to warm the Uzui bed at the Sound Estate, he’s idly fantasizing about you interacting with his seed. He’s not a complete creep, though, and so he’ll bar himself from acting on some of the more depraved, disgusting fantasies he’s harboring.

He’s daydreaming about snatching that pretty bowl of noodles you prepare for yourself nearly every night for dinner and jerking himself so fast that he can’t even breath, the off-white creamy texture seamlessly blending into the broth of the noodles, tip bright red and his breath unsteady because oh god, you’d look so dirty and sexy and risqué eating this and he wants to see it more than anything in the world. He won’t, obviously, but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about to an almost maniacal degree, instead making Makio settle between his legs and lick and suckle at him until he’s shooting blanks, all the while murmuring your name.

No, he’s not some depraved monster that would forcefully feed you his cum, no matter how raunchy and enticing the idea may be. Instead, he’s much more refined – that is, only a true pervert would trick you into ingesting his seed without your permission. Instead, Tengen finds other methods to get you to interact with his cum – ways that feel less invasive, less directly disturbing.

That is, it seems like a sweet gesture when you arrive home to find a pretty, decorative bottle of lotion waiting outside your front door one afternoon. It’s delicate packaging, a pretty bamboo with all sorts of flowers painted onto the wood, a small note attached claiming to be from the Uzuis. There’s a bit of writing from each of them – each filled with all sorts of proclamations of you being beautiful, of your skin being so soft and pretty that they felt you needed to have a good, high-quality, all-natural moisturizer to upkeep that level of perfection. And oh, isn’t that a funny coincidence! The wives have just recently gotten into the hobby of lotion making, learning all about the herbs and medicinal treatments that can be imparted into it.

Just ignore the slightly bitter smell to it, and the way that it’s awfully runny for a lotion, and the way that the discoloration seems a little too intense. It’s a home-made gift, after all, and one that each member worked very, very hard to make for you – hours of work, really, all with you at the forefront of their minds.

So really, it’s a possessive thing, yes, but Tengen just likes the idea of the intimacy and lewdness that seeing the way you look all covered in his seed provides him – rather flashy, he might even say.

Voyeurism

While Tengen loves joining in on the fun, of course, there’s something very, very appealing about the idea of watching you get fucked. He’s got three very capable wives who’re all just as eager to get their hands on you, panties already soaked the moment their skin touches yours, and so why wouldn’t he want to see them go to work and leave you a moaning, disheveled mess?

There’s something erotic about being a bystander – he likes the idea of simply watching, of being a fly on the wall. This way he can see every angle that he can’t when it’s him hovering over you or guiding your hips to ride him harder and faster. And you’re damn pretty like this – he can see everything in real time, eyes glancing between your face, your pussy, your ass, your chest, and everywhere else he can greedily take in so fast that it’s almost dizzying, too desperate to take everything in to focus on any one thing.

It’s almost a kink for cucking, frankly, with how often he suggests it and the level that he enjoys it. Of course, you’re his woman, his wife, his cute little cunt that he gets to fuck and leave dripping with his cum, but you’re also his wives’. He’s not jealous when their hands settle on your skin, and so it’s very often that he’ll settle back into the corner of the room, sitting in a chair with his legs spread wide, one hand behind his head and the other idly cupping his balls, staring with rapt attention as Suma impatiently undresses you, Hinatsuru and Makio groping at every newly exposed inch of skin in a frenzy, wet kissing and sucking noises filling the room.

His expression remains neutral for most of the ordeal, too concentrated on watching and taking in every detail, all the while his fist slowly wraps around his base, pulling up and down, squeezing harshly and thumb playing with the tip as the scene unfolds in front of him.

And the wives are more than eager to put on a good show – there’s all sorts of dirty talk, each woman telling you exactly what they want to do with you. And frankly, the level of detail is crude – Makio’s telling you that she wants to taste that cunt of yours, want to make you squirt all over my face while Suma’s complimenting you in that awed, too-excited voice of hers that your tits are so pretty, can I touch them? Can I squeeze them and suck on your nipples until you come?

Even Hinatsuru exaggerates ever so slightly to entertain Tengen and fluster you, her voice ever-calm as she nips at your earlobe and tells you to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you, love.

And they’re always so painfully honest that it makes you squirm in embarrassment and also discomfort. It’s flattering, in some far-off, fucked-up way, but the phrasing is too vulgar, too frequent, and too fervent to really let you enjoy and flatter yourself with it, because can you really be that flattered when you simply moan their name and their orgasm hits them like a fucking truck?

The whole thing is narrated as it’s happening, too, each wife talking about how good you feel and how pretty you look riding their strap, how sexy you look when you’re sitting on their face, how adorable you are when they keep rubbing and sucking at your clit long after you’ve finished. Their voices are breathy, uneven and choppy, pleasure tinging their words and often borderline unintelligible as they trail off into a moan or start begging you for more more more.

It’s uncomfortable, yes, but the moaned pleas and verbalized fantasies play into the experience, and though all three are doing it mostly to please Tengen initially, he starts fading away the longer they have you in bed with them. Their attention shifts entirely to you, almost forgetting about each others’ presence as they focus on touching you, making you touch them, making you come for them, them coming for you. It’s as if they’re in an entirely different world – one that Tengen absolutely loves to see, because if there’s anything that makes him happier and hornier it’s to see all three of the women he’s madly, deeply in love with absolutely losing their fucking minds over the fourth woman he’s so painfully obsessed with.

It’s arousing and leaves him on the edge of his seat, biting his lip and spitting into his palm again and again, the friction with how fast he’s moving his hand demanding more and more lubrication. And all the while Tengen’s still pumping himself, his stare uninterrupted despite the rather violent pace he’s set for himself. His thighs are tensing and his abs clench as he watching, but he wills himself to not finish until you do, to hold off his orgasm so he can come with you, even if he’s not the one touching you and bringing you there.

And when he feels that you’re getting closer, he’ll stand up from the chair, fist still diligently working his cock, taking occasional breaks to delay his orgasm as he fondles and gropes at his balls, only to inch closer to the four of you. He’s still staring, silent, but he gets closer and closer until he’s climbing onto the futon as well, getting onto his hands and knees, eyes still trained entirely on you. He’s keeping his fist stationary now and instead moving his hips to thrust into it, hissing through his teeth as he watches the way wives play with you, thrusting their fingers and dildos in and out again, matching his own thrusts to the same pace so it feels like he’s the one fucking you.

It’s just so dirty and sinful, and when he finally watches as you cry out and gush around Hinatsuru’s fingers, he can only throatily groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he shuffles forward like a crazed man, getting so close to you that he’s straddling over your laying form, tugging and jerking at himself so harshly only mere centimeters from your face.

And then suddenly he’s coming, a slew of curses falling from his lips as spurt after spurt sprays from his engorged, swollen tip and lands in streams on your face, the sight only making him grit his teeth, a second orgasm hot on his heels because you just look too fucking good. He’s breathing heavily after that, staring down at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, but once he’s had his fill he’ll simply lean forward and lightly smack your cheek with his cock, licking his lips and telling you in a strained tone to keep going, I want to see you come at least three more times.

So really, he’s note entirely uninvolved in the sex – simply watching until the time is right, wanting to time your orgasms together so that you feel connected and bound together. He thinks it’s sweet, really, but as Makio and Suma both lean down to eagerly lap up the rivulets of cum steadily dripping down and from your chin, it’s hard to find it endearing – not when Hinatsuru is already mouthing at your cunt again and not when you can physically feel the way Tengen is staring at you, already rock hard again and filling the room with the wet clicking sound of his strokes.

How very sweet.

Orgasm Control

As a general rule, Tengen is a fucking tease in bed.

There’s something captivating about the way you respond to his touch that drives him absolutely insane – he loves that a single brush of his fingers against your sensitive skin gets you gasping softly, his ego soaring because god, is he that good to you? He loves that a fleeting, teasing kiss against the inside of your thighs or the sensitive skin of your neck makes you whimper slightly, your eyes all big and doe-like and so very, very precious. He loves that a simple smack of his cock against your clit leaves you shuddering, the wet plop noise leaving a sticky, translucent line connecting his tip to your skin, everything so wet and messy and dirty.

He just loves the way that your body responds to him, even if your mind is slower to accept the pleasure and sexual gratification that he’s so eager to provide you with. And so, Tengen takes this and runs with it – that is, he’s never actively aiming to hurt you, but he has no problem teasing and making you beg for the orgasm he’s so confident he can give you.

And really, he should be confident – he’s got more experience than he knows what to do with, considering how sexually active he, Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio are even before you step into their lives. That coupled with his extreme, borderline fanatical dedication to learning your every expression and sound in bed leaves Tengen as a sort of glorified sex-god, capable of bringing your body to the brink over and over and over, without even breaking a sweat.

And so, you’ll notice very early into your sexual relationship with him that he has a tendency to treat your body like a toy of sorts; fascination written across his face as he sinks his fingers into you, curling and rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl, eyes bright and wide as he stares down at you. He’s moving his thumb to rub circles against your sensitive clit, your legs shaking because fuck, how does he know exactly what pace and angle you like it?

(The answer, of course, is the stalking and long, explicit conversations with his wives about what specifically they like and what they think you’d like, too. They’re all eager to become experts at fingering you – taking turns practicing on one another, testing out different paces and angles, new techniques with their tongues and even brushing a finger over clenching assholes, anything and everything they can think of that you’d possibly like.)

He’ll be so attentive that it’s almost uncomfortable, the attention and awe in his eyes making you feel too exposed and vulnerable, but then all too suddenly you feel the telltale signs of your orgasm, squirming and shaking as he keeps working his fingers in and out and curling and grinding and oh, fuck fuck fuck-

But then the feeling is suddenly gone, the pleasure plateauing and plummeting, something akin to a whine falling from your lips because that possibly the lead-up to the strongest orgasm of your life. And Tengen will only laugh, licking off every bit of your slick from his fingers only to playfully smack your thigh, a grin settling on his face as he tells you that you shouldn’t just expect to get it – you have to earn it. Can you do that for me? Show me that you want me to fingerfuck you into an orgasm.

And he’s deadly serious – he'll make you straddle him, his pelvis wide and your hips stretching to accommodate, your cunt pressed so wantonly against his clothed cock, the fabric getting wet as he looks at you expectantly, that same cocky look on his face.

Well?

He’ll lean back, arms crossed behind his head as he watches you, shame eating away at you as you slowly move and grind, the pleasure good but nothing like what you’d experienced mere moments before. He’ll let you slowly grind for a while, finding the sight of you completely nude, wantonly using him to be very, very enticing, but eventually he’ll decide he’s made you suffer enough. A thumb will come down to rub at your clit, the moan you let out making his chest swell and his cock throb sharply underneath you – enough for you to feel it distinctly.

You’re awfully cute, he’ll start, only to suddenly have you on your back before you can blink, his lips hot on your and his tongue already running along your teeth, pressing deeper and deeper into your mouth, trying to taste and touch as much as he can. He’ll pull back with an exaggerated, lewd pwop sound, licking a long, wet strip along the seam of your lips. You’re cute now, but how ‘bout you show me just how fucking good you look when you’re creaming on my fingers?

And then he’s manhandling your legs apart, lips suddenly attached to your clit as he slips two fingers inside, resuming his pace and making your back arch up and off the futon. Red eyes watch with rapt attention as you slowly unravel, your cries getting louder and your hips threatening to buck, only weighed down by a heavy palm against your navel.

You’re so pretty, he thinks, and as you gasp out a slurred ‘m coming, he finds himself shallowly humping at the ground underneath him, hips scooping and gyrating as he watches the way your mouth opens in that pretty ‘o’ shape, your eyes squeezing tightly shut and your hands grasping for purchase, for anything to ground you as he works you through the pleasure. He’s keeping the same pace, tongue still drawing tight, purposeful circles with a bit of suction throughout the process, and even as your cries die out slightly, chest still heaving and your gaze falling onto him, crazed and half-lidded, the moans turning into whines.

Too much, fuck Tengen ‘s too much- He’ll cut off your rambling with a sharp smack against the fat of your breast, effectively shutting you up as he keeps up the pace, the oversensitivity driving you mad. It’s overwhelming, but even as you beg and try to wiggle out of his grasp Tengen won’t let up, instead buckling down and pressing onto your clit harder, slipping a third finger inside and pressing down on your navel even harder, watching the way your eyes cross and your stomach clenches.

He’ll easily pull three or four orgasms from you every time the two of you get intimate, often in quick succession, if only because the sight of you overstimulated and fucked out of your mind leaves him salivating, cock so hard it physically hurts because god, you look good like this.

It’s heaven, and he’ll often enlist the help of his wives to get you as dumb and overstimulated as possible, hands grabbing at every inch of your body and mouths leaving every part of you wet and sticky. It satisfies the protective urges he feels towards you to some degree, loving the way that you become so dependent on his touch to reach your high, the way you clutch onto him and keep chanting his name stroking his ego so heavily that it’s nearly enough to make him reach his own orgasm, too. He wants to see your muscles twitching weakly, your chest heaving, the pretty black eye makeup Suma had begged to put on your earlier trickling down your cheeks and making you look so messy and unhinged and hot.

You’re just so, so very endearing, and while he’ll always curl you into his arms, pressing your cheek against his chest and peppering too-long, too-wet kisses against your hairline and the crown of your head afterwards, Tengen’s goal each and every time he’s between your legs is to absolutely ruin you.

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Clothed Sex

In general Tengen finds your body to be absolute perfection. He’s an appreciator of the female form in every way – finding women of all shapes and sizes beautiful, salivating over his own three wives like a dog in heat every time a sliver of skin is exposed or the urge takes him. And so, this naturally extends to you as well – he’s very, very sexually attracted to you, and enjoys the skin-to-skin intimacy that sex can bring.

However, while he loves to have the five of you completely nude, completely bare to one another and completely exposed in every possible way, he’s also a fan of rather unorthodox sexual ideas. And so, the prospect of clothed sex is something that happens to pass through his mind one day after walking by a red-light district shop, with illustrations sitting in the windows for purchase. It’s a small thought and one that merely makes him stop and ponder the image for a while, hand at his chin and his head tilted, but when he returns home from that mission he’s eager to try the fantasy out.

It’s not difficult to convince his wives, all three of them jumping at the chance to try something so erotic and oddly dirty, and it’s only natural that they encourage you to participate, too. At first, he only keeps a few items of clothing on just to test out the waters – he’s only wrapped in a loose, casual haori with his signature headband on. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru are all in various states of undress, keeping panties or a light overdress on, the fabric sheer enough to see the general outline of their breasts and the curve of their asses through the material.

But you – oh, well, as attractive as the idea of clothed sex where you’re also clothed is, all four of them had agreed that they simply can’t bear to not have complete access to your body. They can’t not be able to see and look at every inch of you, your soft skin available to kiss and touch and grope at, your curves bouncing and jiggling and the ricochet of hips slapping against yours completely visible to the eye. And so, the first few times it’s not too noticeable – the feeling of cotton against your skin is a little odd as you sink down on Tengen’s cock or kitten lick at Suma’s clit, but it’s not too uncomfortable.

And with every time they get a little bolder, keeping more and more clothing on until all four of them are fully dressed, all while you’re completely nude. It’s a strange feeling – you’ll feel exposed, too exposed, completely vulnerable while they’re all dressed in uniform and kimonos, skin hidden behind fabric.

But they absolutely love the sight – you’re truly the star of the show this way, and they’re quick to coax you into touching them through and around the clothing. Makio’s encouraging you to reach into the top of her kimono and pull both breasts out, the soft, pale skin hanging out of the fabric, nipples already rock hard and hyper sensitive when she pulls you closer and guides your lips to suck on one.

Suma’s giggling and blushing furiously when she has you grind against her ass, your hand slipping up to squeeze and grope the fat through her clothing, her own grinding getting faster and harder, pushing back against you so strongly that you have to brace yourself on something nearby.

Hinatsuru’s only sighing and smiling when she has you dive underneath her kimono, gently pushing her panties to the side as you kiss and lick at her, her thighs moving to tighten around your head and lock you in place.

And Tengen can only smile and lick his lips when you dig under the waistband of his uniform pants, shivering lightly when you grasp at his cock and slowly stroke him, your movements clumsy under the fabric and only making him leak more precum because oh, aren’t you so very precious?

It's humiliating, really, the power imbalance more than apparent, but they absolutely adore it. You’re just so very tempting, and they’re more than happy to sink their teeth in and take a bite out of you.

Toys

It's a given, really, considering that the Uzuis were already rather sexually active before their infatuation with you form, but they are certainly no strangers to incorporating toys into the bedroom. It’s practicality more than anything else – four people is a lot, and it’s not uncommon for one of them to simply sit back and watch, masturbating with the aid of a toy as they watch their spouses go at it.

And so, as a new member of the ‘relationship’, they’ll be more than happy to extend this philosophy to you, too. And you’ll have absolutely anything your heart desires – every dildo under the sun, all sorts of shapes and materials and sizes.

(With the stark exception that you are not allowed to have one that is comparable to Tengen’s size or larger, simply because he wants his cock to be the ultimate for you, to be the one that fills you the best, the most complete, the one you crave most.)

You’ll have access to any sort of special pillow designed to be ridden, any sort of clitoral toy, anything and everything. And all four of them are eager to use them on you – to press the small, textured sheet against your clit and rub in circles and listen to you gasp. They’re happy to spread your legs as wide as you can stretch, cunt uncomfortably on display as they sink the dildo inside of you, the others watching with rapt attention mere inches away as you look away and moan, the attention and the adoration in their eyes nearly suffocating.

They’ll even attach the nipple clamps to your poor, sensitive tits, Hinatsuru’s eye glinting with some sort of sadistic glee as you wince slightly and grind against Tengen’s crotch, the pain strangely arousing under her gaze.

And of course, the wives will absolutely be using their straps on you – they’ve got the nicest harnesses on the market, with dildos made out of glass and flexible materials, all sorts of dimensions that they’re eager to try out on you. Each woman has her own favorite, too, of course – the one that she prefers to be fucked with, and so of course that’s the one she’ll use on you.

(It’s intimate, in their heads, and it’s often that they’ll share toys with you without washing them first, loving the idea that their slick and cum is inside you, loving that they’re almost one with you now.)

Hinatsuru’s is long, with a ramrod straight length that always leaves you clutching onto the sheets and squeezing your eyes shut with how it just never seems to end. Makio’s favorite is a little shorter but much wider, the girth enough to leave you wincing slightly in pain because it stretches you out nearly to your limit. Suma’s is more modest on the length and birth, but it’s got this absolutely insane curve upwards that brushes along your g-spot over and over and over again, leaving you arching your back and clawing at anything you can find because it’s just too good.

But be careful, because while Tengen loves to watch the shows you put on with all three of them, it’s his cock that you must crave the most at the end of the day – he wants to see all the exaggerated reactions, the gasps and screams of his name, the way your cunt sucks him in again and again and again as if you just can’t get enough of him.

And of course, you’re more than welcome to use toys on him, too – he generally doesn’t like imitations for pussies, so any sort of pocket-pussy like toy he’ll typically only use to humor you. Rather, he’s a big fan of cockrings and anything else that can act as a sort of restriction. Put a chastity cage of sorts on him and he’s breathing heavily, trying to resist the urge to just rip it off and open with his inhuman strength. He wants you to tease him, to leave him leaking so much precum that it’s pathetic, to have him on the edge of losing his mind before you finally, finally give him the release and pleasure he’s so desperate for.

The Uzuis really just like the myriad possibilities and options that toys bring them – and whether you like it or not, you’ll like it, too. They’ll make sure of it.

BIGGEST FANTASY:

Tying hand in hand with his voyeuristic tendencies, Tengen just can’t shake the idea of being intimate with you in a public place. He’s never really tried it too much simply out of fear for the ramifications it could have on his career, but the idea is significantly less easier to simply swallow down when it comes to you, where the marginal sense of propriety he feels flies out the window.

There’s something about the idea of claiming you in a public place that just really, really gets him hot under the collar, a light shade of pink covering the bridge of his nose because oh, isn’t that just so naughty and dirty? It’s a kink for the risk of getting caught, more than anything – the idea that people could hear or see, that the both of you have to stay quiet or else everyone around you will know exactly what he’s doing under that pretty kimono of yours.

It’s an enjoyment for the taboo, and a way to quell his possessiveness all while he gets to see you squirm as he makes you an absolute mess on his fingers.

And so, while it may be logistically difficult to swing if only because the Uzuis seriously limit your time in the public eye and away from the Sound Estate, Tengen could be very easily convinced to take you somewhere semi-public, to let his hand sneak between your legs and listen to the way you struggle to stay quiet and composed while he curls his fingers against the exact spot that has you seeing stars.

He’s a tease in every sense, and to see you struggle to maintain your composure because of him is arousing in a way that truly makes him breath heavier, his hands restlessly clenching and unclenching, his toes curling and his cock aching because god, you’d look so fucking cute all hot and bothered and embarrassed at getting caught.

The theater is really quite pretty – carved wood and ornate painting against the grain, all sorts of details and skill that you’d noticed when you’d first entered. The light had been on then, the some twenty people also in the theater excitedly chattering away in preparation for the play about to begin. Tengen had led you inside, your hand tightly clasped in his own and his large body purposefully angled to shield you from any curious eyes and promptly placed you both in seats at the very far back corner of the theater. There was no one else in this row – the closest appeared to be a young couple two rows ahead of you, closer to the bulk of people near the front.

Tengen had been awfully cryptic about the whole thing on the way there – only telling you that you’d be seeing something new tonight, and that he had a special plan on how to make it extra fun for you. The sense of foreboding was still sitting heavily in your chest, but the excitement at being in town and out of the Estate for a while was difficult to quell.

It’s not long before the lamps are blown out and the play begins, the actors swarming the stage and reciting their lines in a way that leaves you mesmerized. The plot is something stupid, really, but you can’t find it in yourself to care – it’s too captivating.

Wet, warm lips press against the side of your neck without warning, the sudden sensation making you jump and slightly yelp, Tengen’s chuckle and the hand that places itself over your mouth cutting off any sound. He trails kisses up and behind your ear, then down along your jaw, finally finishing at your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth before huskily whispering, “You look ravishing.”

Unsure how to respond, you just swallow, trying to ignore his ministrations and instead focus on the play. You’re acutely aware of the people in front of you, suddenly understanding why Tengen chose such an isolated seat.

He groans against your skin. “Promise me you won’t make a sound if I move my hand, yeah?”

You nod, mortified at the idea of letting anyone know what he’s doing to you in such a public place. He grins, exhaling slowly.

Large hands find their way to cup at your clothed breasts, expertly finding your nipples and deftly rolling them between thumb and forefinger. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the small sighs at the pleasure, but Tengen only pinches harder, the pads of his fingers coming up to squeeze and knead at the rest. “Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, would you?”

You shake your head but he chooses that exact moment to slither a hand down and tightly cup your cunt, thumb pressing right against your clit. You gasp and let out a choked sound, only for Tengen to rush forward and silence you with a kiss, his thumb continuing to rub slow, lazy circles against your sensitive skin. He pulls back with your bottom lip carefully caught between his teeth, eyes sparkling as he comments, “Seems like you do want people to know. How unlike you – you’re not normally this bratty.”

His lips move down to settle against your collarbone, tongue slipping out to lick and suck at patches of skin. You’d surely be left with bruises tomorrow, hickies decorating the entire expanse of your chest.

“Tengen-!” Your scold is cut off by your own shuddering gasp as a finger slips underneath your kimono and presses hotly against your entrance, teasing and prodding through the thin material of your panties. You’re clutching at the arm rests of the chair now, thighs closing around his hand and not seeming to faze him at all. He’s moved down to sucking and kissing against your breasts now, over the fabric but still letting his saliva pool against the material. Wet spots form as he moves along, surely visible with the light-colored fabric of your kimono.

Lips curve around and suckle at a nipple through the material as he slips his finger to the side of your panties, whistling very quietly. “For someone who seems so opposed, you’re awfully wet. Care to explain?”

Your face feels hot, embarrassment creeping up your spine as you yet again glance towards the crowd of people in front of you. No one’s looked back or noticed yet, but you can’t help but wonder when someone inevitably will.

“This is so – so wrong! We’re in public, you can’t-“ You start, but a teasing, rather sharp bite at your nipple has you shutting up.

“We can. And we will.”

It’s all he says before he’s getting out of his seat and quickly kneeling in front of you, throwing your kimono up and over his head as he quickly settles against your pussy. Teeth grab at the hem of your panties and pull down, fingers quickly coming up to rip the material in half and leave you squirming. Nervously you look around again, but the tearing noise happened to coincide with a loud yell in the play, and no one seems to have noticed.

“Tengen!” You whisper sharply, one hand coming down to rest on his head as he throws your thighs over his shoulders. With nothing separating him, Tengen dives forward, pressing his nose against your entrance and deeply inhaling, audible to you even through the muffling fabric.

You don’t have time to react, though, as he immediately starts licking and sucking, the lewd noises filling and ringing in your ears as your eyes flutter closed, his precise movements and the aim of his tongue leaving your legs feeling weak. He sets a steady, moderate pace, his fingers slipping inside to curl and press against you. Your toes curl and your thighs clench around his head but it doesn’t seem to bother him, his free hand moving to clutch at the fat of your thigh as he moans against you.

It’s overwhelming and it’s not long before you’re right on the edge, one hand grasping at his hair through your kimono and the other tightly locked over your mouth to stop any moans from escaping. Your eyes are squeezed shut, the play entirely forgotten as you focus on not making any noise, but when Tenge suddenly speeds up the pace of his fingers to bully them directly against your spot, you can’t stop yourself.

You arch up out of the seat, thighs clenched so tightly around his head that for a moment you fear he’ll suffocate, slick gushing into his open mouth as your orgasm wrecks you. You’re trying to stay quiet but the chair is creaking under you and a few moans slip out, and it’s only when your eyes flutter open and the last pangs of pleasure wrack through your body that you notice the way a man roughly your age stares at you in shock from a few rows ahead, clearly aware of what just happened. You tremble, embarrassment eating you alive, but Tengen merely presses a kiss against your quivering thigh and returns to his seat, licking his licks and sucking each finger clean. The man quickly turns around, shoulders stiff and clearly uncomfortable in his chair, but Tengen merely reaches over and squeezes your hand, sending you a half-smirk, half-smile.

The rest of the play finishes painfully slowly, and once the lamps are relit you’re immediately glancing over at the man and looking away quickly when you catch eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Tengen follows your gaze and his eyes narrow for a moment, before he clears his throat and pulls you into a searing, heated kiss, much too loud and much too wet to be considered polite. A hand settles against your hair, pulling you deeper and keeping you trapped as he has his way with you.

The boy quickly walks away, practically scurrying out of the theater, and it’s only after the rest of the patrons leave that Tengen pulls back, eyes staying closed for a few moments.

He swallows, the taste of you heavy on his tongue. Grabbing your hand, he pushes it against the very prominent erection straining against his trousers. “Next time, I think you should return the favor.”

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l3t-me-perish · 4 months ago

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Simeon priest AU heheheheh 🦌🦢🦌🦢🦌🦢

General notes:

Not gonna go down the route of corrupt priest or anything, I think he's a generally good and well respected person

Perhaps some struggle with faith? Would never admit it but at times he feels like he's talking/praying to something that either can't or won't hear him

Always a bit tired and pensive, especially if you catch him when he's lost in thought but he tends to keep it to himself (also I always draw him like that so it's not really that different form th angel vers)

NOOO clue what role the other characters would play.... either OM where MC is some newcomer in a small town (the other characters are other townspeople.. close enough welcome back stardew valley) or something or he gets dragged to hell in MC's place and blah blah his faith is shaken or whatever (MC is maybe a demon?)

I dunno man I just wanted to draw him as a priest ☝️🤓

MC Specific notes:

In the terms of my MC Im thinking maybe??? they're a demon

No clue how they meet (maybe my MC is like.. from a cursed book or is just wandering Earth for fun and comes across a priest in a small town - at first they disguise themself as a newcomer but intend to cause mischief and chaos but realize there's more to the priest than what most see on the surface)

Sin and temptation but also severe repression and a fear of being discovered or something like that I don't know

A repressed but virtuous life vs a free but sinful life (they'll probably meet somewhere in between)

I'll think about more later... it's just concept doodles for now :P

ALSO ART OOMF DREW FOR THE AU AUHGJHHFJFFHFHF IM SO IN LOVE CHECK OUT HIS BLOG @whorematsu PLUS HES @ cocolame34 ON IG BTW (comm him pls 🙏)

#obey me #obey me simeon #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fandom #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #rat's (f)art #swancore #obey me au #priest au #Simeon priest au #obey me mc #Oomfs art #sanguine

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fallingdownhell · 2 years ago

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haii may i request the sumeru men with a people pleaser so?

Love this! As a people pleaser myself, I know how hard this can be. Still, hope I did a decent job with this.

Characters Included: Tighnari; Cyno; Kaveh; Alhaitham; Wanderer

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; some comfort and fluff

Word count: 2k words

Have fun with this<3

Tighnari

he understands you want to help people

he really does... but when it comes at the cost of your own health and well being, that's where he draws a line

Tighnari watches you as you go around doing anything people ask of you, always a smile on your lips

but he sees behind that smile, sees the tired expression you so desperately try to hide

He knows you want to make people happy.. but there's got to be a line. Sometimes, one has to prioritize themselves

But when you remain unwilling to stand up for yourself, he steps in to take over for you. Enough is enough!

When he sees you taking on the work of someone else yet again, he decides to step in

He takes you away from the situation, making up some excuse about needing your help with something before he drags you to his hut by your hand

You protest against him at first, but when he didn't budge at all, you knew to just accept your fate. After all, Tighnari can be quite stubborn if he wants to be..

As you arrive, he instructs you to sit down on the bed, which you oblige to while he goes and makes you a quick snack, since he noticed you haven't really eaten anything all day. You had even skipped his top tier breakfast..

He literally watches you like a hawk, making sure that you eat at least half of the food he made before he tells you to lie down and relax

You try and protest again, but he's firm in his resolve

With a sigh, you comply. And as soon as your head hits the pillow, you notice just how exhausted and drained you truly feel..

Tighnari looks at you with an expression akin to "I knew it". He lied down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he just held you like this..

"You don't always have to make everyone around you happy. You need to think about yourself and your own well being from time to time as well. You need breaks, just like everyone else needs them. Rest for now, my flower. I'll watch over you.."

Cyno

Cyno's an interesting case...

He wouldn't notice that behaviour in you at all at first. And once he does, he admires it first and foremost..

People were always afraid of him... they were when he was younger still.. and they are now, thanks to his status as General Mahamatra..

He finds it fascinating that people come to you to ask for your help constantly.. he can't even imagine what that would be like for him.. there would definitely be some underlying jealousy from him at the start

But.. overtime.. as the people ask more and more of you and you growing more and more stressed and tired trying to do all of them justice, did he finally see the downside to that kind of life..

Especially when it's affecting such a kindhearted soul like you, who can never turn anyone down for anything

after reaching that point, he starts to keep an eye out for you, making sure that you're not overworking yourself too much. But he wouldn't step in just yet, believing that you'd know your limits yourself

So, he just watches, as people come running to you again and again, asking you to fulfill simple tasks for them that they could have easily done themselves

it's not until much later does he realize that these people are only exploiting you and your kindness. To be fair, he only knows the extreme examples of such behaviour, so he didn't immediately recognise it with such "small" acts

but as time goes on, as he sees just how tired and exhausted you get, he starts to get worried himself

he's constantly asking himself why you wouldn't just turn those people down. He really doesn't understand it

But what he does understand is that you need a break. Urgently.

so without waiting any further, he goes into action. Cyno knows your usual schedule like the back of his hand so he knows that he has some time on hand

he goes to the market and buys all the ingredients for your favourite meal, which he promptly cooks you for dinner. After you've come home and eaten the food, he insists you take a nice, relaxing bath

after that, he gives you a nice and long massage, relaxing all your muscles perfectly. And once that is over, he cuddles you for the rest of the night until you both fall asleep

He's seen how hard you were working these last few days, so he wants you to know that he appreciates you and that he wants to help you unwind from time to time

"I've seen how these people treat you... you and the kindness you show them. Remember that it's okay to say No to them every now and then. You don't and can't always be responsible for everyone. You need to look out for yourself more. But for now, relax, my Lotus. Relax and let me take care of you for tonight."

Alhaitham

At some point, you became the unofficial librarian of the house of Daena

Not because you wanted to or applied for the job.. you just spent a lot of time in the library so you know where most of the books are. And people come to you when they need help with literally anything, because you never refuse to help anyone

At first you were happy to be able to help out a few struggling students, glad you were able to guide them in the right direction

But soon, word spread around and people came flooding you every tile they spotted you within the house of Daena

What was once a nice interaction and an exchange of information soon became an overwhelming amount of people bombarding you with questions

And even though it became too much for you very quickly, you didn't have the heart, not the opportunity, to turn them down

Much to the displeasure of someone else, as well

Though your boyfriend loved the House of Daena and to spend time with you here, he didn't appreciate people flooding you like that, taking time away he would usually spend with you and just being generally very loud

And since he knew you would never turn anyone down, he had to do it for you. He did not care what people thought or said about him, his reputation already being not the best. But what's it to him?

And today especially.. people were just so damn pushy and demanding towards you. It didn't sit right with him..

He watched you for a bit as two students were heavily debating something with you, raising their voices slightly. He noticed you growing uncomfortable in the situation yet still not saying anything

Deciding that he had to step in at this point, he walked over to you and simply took your hand, pulling you along with him without uttering a word

The two students were yelling after you, but he didn't pay them any mind. You weren't protesting at all, simply following him along, because you already knew why he did that

After he turned a quiet corner within the Academiya, he turned around and pulled you into his arms, engulfing you in a comforting hug

"I told you so many times.. you need to learn how to turn people down. They'll walk all over you otherwise. Please don't take this the wrong way, I'm just concerned about you. ...How are you? Feeling better?"

Kaveh

Oh boy...

this is quite the difficult situation, because Kaveh is such a big people pleaser himself

You two are constantly looking out for the other, reminding them to take breaks and to take things easy

you are both great at giving actual good, helpful advise. But when it comes to following them yourselves.. both you and Kaveh need to hone that skill much more

you constantly keep an eye out for him, as he does for you. Kaveh knows the telltale signs when you get exhausted and he always tries to gently remove you from the situation to get you to lie down when he sees them... which works for the most part

but he's often away on trips for his work, so he's not constantly around you to keep you safe from your own self destructive behaviour

when that happens and he returns from a trip a few days later, he finds you utterly exhausted and tired, about to collapse while standing up

he quite literally forces you to sit down or lie down while he makes you some simple food, mostly soups and such

and every time, you promise each other to look out better and to take better care of yourselves... only for that promise to be broken a few days later, letting the cycle begin anew.

Kaveh knows that things can't keep on going like this, something has to change. Something has to change, right now!

So he sits you down for an honest talk where he plays with open cards, sharing all his doubts and worries with you

It's an emotional talk, many tears from both you and him flow, but in the end, you both agree that you can't keep going like this, unless you want to destroy yourself completely

it will take a lot of time and effort, but you're sure that you can do this. You can do anything with Kaveh and his support by your side to help you back on your feet when the world tries to push you down again

"I know how hard it is.. you want to he helpful, you feel like that's the only way you can accomplish something in this world. But overworking yourself is not the right way to do this. Listen to me and listen to yourself. You are also important. So please, start treating yourself that way."

Wanderer

Hates it. Absolutely hates it

But not for the reason you might think

well... At first, at least

you see.... his issue in the beginning is how much time it takes away from your shared time together

every time you're out with him, even just for a walk, people come up to you, either engaging in conversation or asking favours of you

at the start, he only scoffs and shoots nasty looks at those people, but he does not interrupt, since he doesn't want to come of as rude to possible friends of yours

but he's still annoyed beyond anything that your attention is taken away from him

after he gets over the inital feelings of annoyance and anger, he begins to notice a pattern every time people approach you with a request in mind

he begins to notice your little hesitance before accepting the request, notices how your shoulders slump just slightly after they walk away without even giving you proper thanks

so, he decides to observe further... and boy, does he not like what he sees

because the longer he watches this unfold, the more rage he feels building up inside him

why were those pesky humans always coming to you for such trivial things? And why aren't you turning them down? In fact, he hasn't seen you turn down a single person so far..

of course, as he keeps on observing you, he notices you growing more and more tired the longer this keeps going

until one day, he just has enough

it happened when you two were out for a nice stroll in the evening and someone was approaching you yet again

something in him just snapped when he saw that familiar expression in their face

he quite rudely and loudly just stated a firm "NO!", taking your hand in his and just pulling you along with him

you did not protest against this, partly because you were surprised and a bit shocked by his strong reaction

he took you out of the city, to an open field where he sat down with you, watching the stars up in the sky

he kept quiet for a long while, and you also kept quiet, not knowing how to best tackle this situation

but as it turns out, you didn't have to do that at all

"Idiot... going around and letting yourself get expoited like that. What would you do if I weren't here to look out for you, huh? Just... be more careful. You don't always have to agree to anything, you can just say No to them. It's not that hard... But if you can't do that.. let me know. I'll do it for you."

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cowboywritersworld · 4 months ago

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Will you be my Valentine?

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Jay White Masterlist

Characters: Jay White, Reader, reader's daughter

Plot: Valentine is around the corner and Jay asks reader to be his Valentine, after a little talk with her daughter.

AN: @madhatterbri @5secondsofmoxley little Valentine gift for both of you! Hope you'll like it!

"You and mama, Valentine?" Leonie asks Jay, while he is helping her draw a heart for Your/N.

Jay puts down the marker they are using, looking confused at the little girl. How does she even know what Valentine is? "Do you know what kind of day it is, Leonie?" He asks gently, with a smile.

"For people in love!" She explains chirping, clapping her hands.

"Yes, that's right little bean." He can't help, but keep smiling.

"You not love my mama?" She asks in an innocent tone, smiling brightly.

"I..." Jay blushed at that question: he has never asked her out, but knows he likes her. "Maybe."

They go back to drawing, Leonie already forgetting about all of that, while Jay keeps thinking about that. He bites his lower lip as they finish to color the heart, huffing when the little girl jumps at him, happy.

"Perfect! Thanks Daddy!" She kisses him sloppily on the cheek.

"You're welcome, little bean." Being called Daddy surely sounds strange to him, but he digs it. "What does mommy like?" He asks suddenly, while they put her things in her little backpack.

"ocoate! Roses!" She claps her hands, running to the door when it gets opened and Y/N is standing there waiting for her. "Hi mommy!"

"Hi little one." Y/N smiles lovingly, kissing her forehead. "Have you been a good girl?"

"She is always an angel, Y/N. There is a little gift for you in the backpack. We had so much fun today." Jay answers for the little girl, crossing his hands to his chest.

"Yes! Fun!" Leonie chuckled.

"Good, I am glad. Now we better get back to the hotel. You need to sleep, little miss. I am done for the evening." Y/N looks at Jay and smiles. "Thank you for taking care of her."

"You know I do it gladly. Have a good sleep, little bean. Same to you, Y/N."

Leonie's words are still in his mind, he can't forget about them. Maybe he should try to ask her out for Valentine. He is worried about a possible no though. What if she isn't interested in him? What if she didn't want a relationship after what happened with her dead husband?

"Uh, sorry Y/N." Cope's voice resonates in the room, as he almost bumped in her and her daughter.

"Everything is fine, Cope. Have a good rest of the show." Y/N is done for the evening, while they still have a segment to do.

"Yeah, Jay it's almost time for us to get out there."

Jay can't help but look at Y/N disappearing in the hallway, nodding at Cope, before following him. His mind still wanders to her while they wait to go out to the ring, but when Cope's music hits his focus is back on the work they have to do.

When they are finally done with the segment, he is the first to go backstage, taking his things and getting then into the rental car, driving to the hotel.

Trying to ask her out is his idea, in hope that she'll agree to it. He parks and enters the hotel taking the stairs until he is at the second floor.

"220... 222... 224!" He stops in front of the right room and takes a deep breath: his heart threatens to jump out of his chest and he has to calm down.

- 31 years old and you act like this is your crush, Switchblade... Pathetic. -

He knocks lightly on the door, to avoid waking the little girl up, in case she is already asleep.

Y/N is laying down next to her sleepy girl, television on at minimum volume, watching a movie she has seen over and over. She startles when she hears the faint knocking on the door, not expecting anyone. It takes her a moment to sit and then stand up, to go get the door.

"Jay?" She asks, confused, once she notices him. "Is everything okay?" She questions in a low voice, looking at him from head to toe.

"I wanted... I wanted to ask you something, Y/N. I'm doing fine. The segment was perfect." He doesn't know why he is talking about that, he is confused.

"I would invite you inside, but Leonie is sleeping... Sure, tell me." Y/N smiles brightly and Jay is left without a word for a moment.

"Ehm..." He coughs slightly to clear his throat. "I want to ask you out on Valentine's day? I know it's normally for couples, but I would love to grab something to eat with you." The blush which formed on Y/N's cheeks makes her look so cute to his eyes.

"M-me?" She is the only one there, so it's a dumb question, but she can't believe it. "If... If Leonie told you something, know that you don't need to do that. I am glad you have such a bond with her, but don't feel forced to have something particular with me." She has already lost her husband, she doesn't want to suffer anymore.

"Hey, look at me, Y/N." He gently raises her chin with a finger, forcing her to look into his beautiful eyes. She can swear her heartbeat stopped for a moment. "If I am here, asking you this, it's because I want to. I would love for you to say yes, but you can think about it."

Y/N turns slightly around, looking at her sleeping daughter: she is aware of having a crush on that man and maybe that is the best for their life? "Okay..." She murmurs, before turning fully towards him. "I'll be your Valentine. I'll find someone to take care of Leonie and we can then go a date together."

"What would you like to eat?" He asks, so that he can find a place.

"We'll be in Australia and I've never been there, so somewhere with typical food."

***************

"Mommy, you look so beautiful!" Leonie kicks her feet happy and ready to go spend some time with Renee.

"Thank you little one. I'll come get you in Renee's room. You should sleep when she tells her to." She tells her very gently, getting a nod from her daughter.

"Mommy...?" Leonie starts to ask, looking up at her with puppy eyes. "Can Jay be Daddy?"

"Leonie..." Y/N walks up to her, hugging her. "We'll see. It's not so easy, Jay should love me and be ready to get in a relationship with me." Y/N stands back up and gets the door, smiling at Renee. "Thank you for taking care of her."

"Don't worry! Me and Jon will celebrate when we are back in the States, so it's a pleasure to spend the evening with her." Renee smiles at the little girl. "Who is ready for auntie time?"

"Meeee!" Leonie screeches and runs to her after getting off the bed.

"Take your time at the date. We got her. You look perfect, you'll kill him. Bye."

Renee goes away hand in hand with Leonie, chuckling to herself. Y/N goes back inside to apply some make-up, humming happily at the result. It's not long after that she hears another knock at the door and when she opens it she can only see a bouquet of roses in front of her.

"Jay?" She asks confused, smelling her favorite flowers.

"Happy Valentine, Y/N!" He finally lowers the flowers, smiling at her, while holding a huge heart-shaped box of chocolate. "These are both for you. You look stunning." He grins, noticing the blush on her cheeks.

"T-thanks." She takes the flowers and box gently, putting them on the desk. "You look stunning as well, Jay."

They go to his car and he opens the door for her kindly, driving them for about 20 minutes before they reach a sea side restaurant, with some tables directly on the sand.

Dinner goes insanely well, they talk the whole time, have fun, laugh together. Food is very delicious and the sunset makes everything even more romantic.

Jay pays for both, not wanting to let her do it, thus being a gentleman and, after dinner, they walk on the seashore, the water wetting their bare feet.

"I feel like I don't want this moment to end." Jay admits suddenly, his hand searching for hers.

"Me too. I am having so much fun. It's been awhile since I was so carefree." Y/N turns to look at him, smiling brightly.

"I think I might have fallen in love with you, Y/N." Jay finds the guts to tell her, in her beautiful eyes. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He is bold, but hopes she says yes.

"Are you sure, Jay?" She asks, giving him a chance to think it back. When he nods, her heart threatens to jump out of her chest.

"This date made me realise how I feel around you, what I want to do in the future. I love you, Y/N." He kisses her gently on the lips, on instinct.

"I love you too, Jay. Thanks for this date, you are so sweet." She finally kisses him as well, putting her arms around his neck..

#all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew fic #jay white #jay white x reader #jay white imagine

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peargor · 5 months ago

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Not quite sure if sent the message cause bad internet connection so i'll just paste the whole thing here again incase:

Hey peargor!(donno if you're still using tumblr bt whatever) Let me Congrats ya for your coming completion on Touhou project first (yay恭喜)

Here's the wandering dude from mainland china(typical netizen lol)and randomly clicked into ya website while visiting webrings & link collections.Lotta ideas jump through my head and letme say a few words below: BoTWR's really a good series from my perspective,like,Dispite having gaps when understanding the lore,i still can kinda understand the characters,from core to spirit(Cantonese's partly cognizable for mandarin viewers so it kinda fun when lookin' zoey swearing lol)I guess a variety of mainland audience would like it too.Like,it even inspired me to have a look back into the history and mess 'n hongkong on the "great firewall" and made me sorta think deeply about all these mess……but anyways,here's imaginary non medal stickers：

"Mandarin approved"and

"i concerned for la nation"(just kidding),

and i'll keep focusing on the series(actually the others' quite adorable too,sure it took me a while to realize that you actually deeply involve in internet meme culture,after the shock when i found you do made the pogchamp meme gosh)

Btw Just wondering,did the reading disorder cause you to use more english in written form stuff?

Looking forward for the upcoming new chapters yet a few more words:

1:LIT ' O TOMMIE DESERVES ＢＥＴＴＥＲ Yo

Poor tommy,hope he 'll get a chance to be a man

2:mmm how and what would zoey's dad be…… He's sorta a villain for now but i hope he's just a dude who failed to correct his own fault by force or "internal error"?

3:that color can be some exposure of one's emotion thing.yeah classic "into head" thingy but perhaps it means more deep than what it seems?Maybe Blue represents the sadness,niche thoughts,hopeless rational thinking,Yellow's cheerfully craziness,Red's cruelly dialectical greedin' justice,and BLACK's something unresist-able unless you learn some real floyd's philosophy thing?

You can get some new referencing idea from the old HK's TVB show like "大时代"(The Greed of a man),also some new from mainland that accidentally have more coverage report on hk which apple dailys' doesn't(?),Trust me,gotta be good for setting both character and lore

Whatever,Best wishes on not getting perished by cops!(pretty sure you won't be cause you probably haven't spoke something politically for at least 2 years on the public internet and you won't be caught for drawing "china virus girl?" and political comments too early haha)

PS:Try to get yourself a fan-base besides the old social meida the X,patron,like a mewe,discord group somethin' alike for a better place for talks 'n discussion i suppose?

Hi fellow netizen! I'm sure the mainland would like to read the comics but that really opens up a can of worms that I'm not prepared to deal with yet, so for now I'll refrain from translating the comics.

1: Tommy has the happiest life compared to the rest of the main cast I wouldn't worry too much about him lol

2: mm it's much more complicated, I also think my audience expects a political opinion from me. It ties to my own experiences with asian culture in general. I am very critical, but I think the public expectation to what I'm critical of is kinda skewed at the moment. There's so much nuance to this story I hope people have a healthy discussion over the conclusion of Zoey's arc in the future.

3: Yellow, Blue and Red are the key colours. What they represent is up to your own interpretation. To me yellow is the self/your values, blue is career/ambition, and red is religion/community/family. There's more colours down the road but these are the most important ones. If there's going to be discussions over the story please feel free to create those spaces! I haven't done so because I am the main writer and I would like these things to happen naturally in the future. It feels wrong for me to create a space as someone with complete authority over the story.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts on IWBTWR! Sorry it took so long to respond, I've been trying to find the words to convery my thoughts properly.

#comic #cartoon #iwbtwr

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quibbs126 · 4 months ago

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...would it be possible to do a Twizzly Gummy Cookie and Mozzarella Cookie fankid? (It's a very specific rarepair that I rotate in my brain :3)

Maybe not my best work, but here is String Cheese Cookie

I wanted to draw but didn’t feel like drawing Transformers, so I decided I might as well go an draw a Cookie Run fankid again, since they’re just there in my folders anyways

All right, let me try and remember the formula again, it’s been a bit

Well character wise, I don’t think I have much on String Cheese? I’m thinking she’s incredibly intelligent, to the point where she’s made time/space hopping portal tech for herself. She just kind of likes to wander around them in search of fun things to do or see

She might be affiliated with the TBD, due to her portal technology and them making sure she doesn’t misuse it unregulated, but she’s not fully aligned with them either, she’s more interested in herself

She’s knowledgeable in tech stuff in general outside of her portals, and if you can get a hold of her she’ll probably be willing to help with any tech related issues, and she seems friendly enough, but there’ll be instances where you realize she’s mostly in it for herself

Not sure I have much else to add, so design stuff now

I think I named her String Cheese because Mozzarella is gooey cheese and Twizzly Gummy is very string like, so string cheese. Also I think mozzarella is the default flavor of string cheese

String cheese:

On to design things, as mentioned, I don’t think she turned out the best. She isn’t the worst, but still

I don’t think she looks a lot like Twizzly, but I mean, I guess her character is more aligned with Twizzly?

I gave her the choppy hair up top to resemble how string cheese looks when it’s peeled, since it’s a pretty distinctive aspect of it. Though overall, I’m not sure her hair looks as good as it could have

The colors I really wasn’t sure on, other than maybe incorporating black and green, because of her future aesthetic I was trying to have. But I’m not sure if it all came together well? And I kind of just slapped the red on because I needed another color

Her outfit’s also kind of plain in comparison to her parents. I think it looked a lot better in my head, but in the final product it’s just kind of eh

Yeah overall I’m kind of mixed on the design, but I’m also willing to accept that it’s just because I’m rusty on designing Cookies. I’ve been attempting to draw Transformers for a good while now, it’s not exactly the same. Hopefully if I end up doing more it’ll be better

And I think that’s all I got on String Cheese here. Hopefully you can still enjoy her despite my negativity here

#I don’t know if or when I’ll do more #I could end up drawing another today because honestly she did not take long #but I’m pretty sure I had other things to do today so I probably shouldn’t spend all my time on that #but yeah I don’t know if I’ll get back into these fankids proper but today there’s a new one #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #mozzarella cookie #twizzly gummy cookie #cookie run oc #string cheese cookie #my OCs #my art #fankid #fanchild #requests #answers

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mrmistakemakeroywg · 11 months ago

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how i see "The helper" episode . (i have diagnosed adhd and autism fyi: everyone is different so take what i say with that context <3 not all autistic people are like me so please understand this is more based on my experience personally)

Really weird post i know but hear me out. When i watch "The helper " i immediatly think about having meltdowns as a little kid or just any age in general wether online or irl.

^ Like if you`re looking at it like i am, you can understand why id say it feels like hes having a meltdown / breakdown because something that makes sense to him most of the time, now makes no sense at all to him / freaks him out |

| (Being unable to help people because they do not need his help which he is not used to , thus making him react way worse then most people would sense it is something very special to him Like how people will have specific special intrests or hyperfixations etc) personally i freak out and get meltdowns when my pc is broken or needs fixed and i cannot draw whatsoever for long peroids of time. )

and how you / i would immediatly feel ashamed , nervous and guilty afterwards , or just generally exhausted or depending on the person feel like a burden on the people around you.

(also for this next part yes i know this is implied to be sylvia`s idea but it still makes me wanna tear up because it hits home way too hard) and other people will immediatly treat you as a "trouble maker" that has to be dealt with , punished or pushed aside even tho its something you cant help and sometimes cant even understand .

the dialogue espeically is a gut punch for me.

"ohh.. So this is the guy you want out of town "

" i get it " he`s hurt , and ashamed of himself. and its probably a stretch but i feel like this has happened before because of how he says " i get it . " then he tries to turn it into a positive as per usual to his character writing , thats how much he loves helping people.

its his special intrest / hyperfixation <3333 so of course he can try to turn it into something fun . and the rest of the episode goes on as he Does what they asked him to. and they immediately reward him for throwing himself out of their way .

(this genuinely makes me so mad i`m sorry fuck those towns people man you could`ve just talked to him instead GRAHHHH) and how he gets super happy after FINALLY pleasing them.

hes so silly :33

also this last bit makes me angry a little

"son"

"thanks" ( im going to eat your soul stfu /halfjoke )

"happy i could help!! "

"that makes two of us " (BONUS) ALSO I WANT TO MENTION the scene where he tries to " stop " lord hater. I feel like this is him being pushed to his absolute limit to a point he tried to do something very out of character just for the comfort and relief of "doing something good" like hes reverting to the basics of "being a good guy " just to get that comfort of helping someone again.

it reminds me of that Version of himself in "the wanders" where the piece of himself that holds his trauma / what made him want to help everyone is still not inside of him yet, and he goes on a rant about how he is going to stop lord hater

"wander are you okay ?? " "im MORE then okay "

"IMMMM PERFECT !"

"Now come trusty steed , its time to stop that HEARTLESS evil doer LORD HATER ONCE AND FOR ALL !! "

"wait what-" "stop ?"

"YES! i am a good guy , and he is a bad guy. " "AND I STOP HIM ! "

------------------- HELPPPPP.... seriously tho sorry for the long rant about this episode but it genuinely hit home so hard that i have cried multipule times unironicly because of it. Reminder that im veiwing this through my own experience of growing up on the spectrum (adhd + autism specifically) not everyone on the spectrum will be the same as me when it comes to this episode. I had to get this out of my system because it was eating at my brain sorry yall 💔💔💔

if i made any typos or worded anything weird its becuase its harder for me to write long posts plus as of writing its 01:17 on my computor clock.

#wander over yonder #wanderoveryonder #woy wander #wander #wander woy #woy #wander over yonder sylvia

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bonzos-number-1-fan · 10 months ago

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TMAGP 30 Thoughts: Concrete Evidence

Our finale is upon us. Albeit more of a slightly extended episode than it is double-length. It's more like 10 minutes longer than a standard episode and while I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing I do think it sort of sucks to set expectations and then not deliver on it. Especially when it was a Kickstarter stretch goal. I worry the epilogue is going to feel like the last 10 minutes sliced off of this one too. Either way it was a great episode all in all.

Spoilers for episode 30 below the cut.

This episode follows the classic late in a season episode formula. By which I mean lots of it is really explicit about what it means but some bits are the sort of thing I like to pull out and analyse. So a lot of the plot beats aren't things I need to cover but there are lots of quotes I do want to dig into. Starting with Sam and Celia on the train, which is a real culmination of Celia's general game plan so far. While it's made abundantly clear by the end of this episode her manipulation of the characters has been a fairly constant part of her characterisation so far.

CELIA It sounded like you’d have gone anyway. At least this way I can make sure it all goes to plan. SAM (small laugh) There’s a plan? CELIA Besides, you’re not the only one who’s curious.

That quote really sums up her whole deal this season IMO. She's always been pushing characters to do one thing or another. As soon as her intentions are brought up she'll avoid the question and move the conversation on to something else. It's been happening basically since she was introduced and I'm really glad to see it built up into something satisfying.

Man, poor Colin. I was hoping we'd get some sort of escalation of his storyline this episode but it looks like that'll be more of a season 2 affair. Similarly that looks to be where Gwen is headed too. She's finally got the job she's after but as Lena warns, and as we're all well aware, she's woefully unprepared for it. Mr. Bonzo, Ink5oul, Lady Mowbray, and Needles will all likely play larger roles in season 2 because of it.

I'm not going to get into the details much but I did really enjoy the Custodian's statement. Lots of fun vibes and little details with his character all around. I would've liked to see him stick around in all honestly and crop up again. His fate is quite interesting though because it's showing a lot more from [Error]'s abilities than has previously been showcased. She made Drowning Victim drown but her statement was all about drowning so that's not too crazy, this is much more tangentially related and a far more extreme effect on the victim. Hard to know how much that means but it might be worth pointing out.

The Hilltop Centre is a lot different to what I was expecting. It seems much more like a supernatural hub than the prior incidents concerning it let on. I'm wondering if this is unique to this universe or a constant throughout them. Without getting too much into the details it could be fallout from TMA's ending but this wound that Celia talks about strikes me as a little odd in that context. There was seemingly only one of them at Hilltop. Unless the world Celia came from is also where Darrien 3 came from, as he arrived from that point, then that wound is drawing in everyone from other realities. However if that's the case then there are some fairly major questions about the metaphysical underpinnings of it. It got "better" when Sam was thrown in but there are also clearly a lot of other people coming through as the Custodian mentions.

It wasn’t all death though. Sometimes people… arrived. Not often, but every now and then you’d find some thin, emaciated soul wandering around, lost and confused.

It wasn't just Darrien 3 that came through, multiple people arrived in the same manner. A manner we know isn't how Celia got here because her reaction to that incident was that it wasn't the same. So is this wound just an amalgamation of all the imbalances from all the various universes? We know why Celia wants to "balance" this because it's trying to pull her back, hence the "sleepwalking", and it would eventually win out. How it works on a larger scale is sort of hard to say. It seems like it will just be there forever until everyone who's not meant to be in this universe has left. That seems like a very tall order based on what we've seen. Speaking of balance.

The institute, alchemy, all of it. It’s all about balance. Dua prima, four elements, seven planets, it’s all the same. You’ve got to keep things balanced.

This is a very interesting quote. There are two possible interpretations for this and I'm not sure it's intended to be seen that way. Each of the things Celia lists here is either correctly numbered or off by one. So she might be saying that these are things for which balance is important, or she's saying these are unbalanced things and need correcting. Either works well with her point here.

Dua prima is not really actually a thing as such and is both the biggest indicator she's talking in terms of them being off by one, but also the biggest indicator she's not. Paracelsus' tria prima is a fairly important concept in alchemy as a whole and if you've read more than a few of my posts you'll have seen me mention it. In short sulphur, salt, and mercury are representative of three fundamental properties. Combustibility, permanence, and fluidity respectively and in addition represent the body, the soul, and the spirit. Paracelsus didn't arrive at this idea on his own however and it's largely an addition to Jābir ibn Ḥayyān's work. Jābir, or Geber as he's sometimes known, had this theory of metals that stated all metals were a mix of sulphur and mercury. Additionally sulphur is associated with masculine qualities and the sun, while mercury is associated with feminine ones and the moon. It's not ever called dua prima so far as I'm aware but you could reasonably make that argument.

This same logic can be applied to her mention of the four elements in which fire, air, earth, and water would make up a classical set of four but can also be considered off by one as aether is a later yet—still classical—addition. Alchemy has seven "planets" each with a corresponding metal but our modern definition puts seven off by one as we would say there are eight. However with all that being said I'm more inclined to believe she meant these things were balanced as they are. I said that the dua prima was also the best indicator of that and for the reason why we've got to go back to episode 19.

Doing mummy and daddy Stasi proud, I’m sure. Not that anyone cares as long as it all balances, right? Not too much mercury or the world ends, not too much sulfur or we all go mad…

At the time I said this was two of the three primes of tria prima, which it is, but in this context it doesn't appear that the lack of salt was an omission. Salt just might not be a part of it at all. It's fairly hard to say exactly how important this will be though. It certainly seems quite relevant but it's also something they might be making up rather than anything more firmly rooted in existing alchemic lore.

I don’t- when I first awoke I knew nothing, nothing but the dream of things that sliced my who from me with claws like scalpels… They would hunt me and toy with what it meant to be me peeling away my layers first my name, then my memory and then… …and then the fearless one reached in and grasped me, tore me out, leaving my story to fall away like autumn leaves…

I think Celia's statement has very little to get into really, I just wanted to mention that it was a nice detail. Another if you know you know and not a topic I get into here. [Error] also has a line here I think is interesting but it requires getting more into TMA than I care for so I'm going to leave it. I'm not 100% sure what to make of it either as of yet.

And there we have it. Season 1 is wrapped. Well other than the epilogue, What If?, fluff episode, and trailer. I don't have much of a bow to tie on this really other than to say I've really enjoyed this season and I'm excited for where it's going to go next.

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Prediction Follow Up

Celia is going to get [Error]ed and exposition dump about her whole deal. - That happened but the exposition relevant to the show's plot didn't occur via that.

Alice gets got and she's got some secret twisty trauma. - Didn't happen.

Teddy can give her a lift and we'll hear what was on his mind. - Also didn't happen.

Speaking of [Error] it seems likely that Celia is going to reveal at least what she knows about Archivists. - This didn't not happen but also didn't really happen exactly.

With [Error] being this season's antagonist it's likely that she's going to get defeated in the finale. - Kinda sorta maybe.

It could be a gaping maw in realities that sucks our cast off to someplace new. - Got some of our cast at least, so lets say 3.

Hilltop is likely to play some role in defeating [Error] and if I had to hazard a guess I think it's likely we'll see some of the great cosmology at play here - Kinda sorta.

I think we're also going to see a good bit of Gwen going behind Lena's back too... I don't think we'll necessarily see anything major happen but I do think it's a pretty likely hook for season 2. - Yeah, that all basically happened.

Final Score 10/10 - Being incorrect does not impact my self-worth.

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Season 2 Predictions

Honestly, I don't have much to say for this. It's probably going to be still follow the same characters, Sam will deal with whatever new universe he's in, Celia will play dumb but Alice won't buy it, Gwen will fail to deal with her new responsibilities, Teddy will reveal some awful secret, Colin will go further into the deep end, and there will probably be some sort of Magnus-based twist.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet and Terminology Sheet

DPHW Theory: 3366 is a very pleasing set of numbers. This one matches episode 8's Architecture (Liminal) -/- Hunger too which I mention for the thematic symmetry. They're quite different incidents but has some similar elements. Which I think is a good indication of my theory's strength. You'd expect some sort of parallels to be able to be drawn if these numbers were ratings in categories as I've laid out. It's not definitive proof but it's more than I've had to talk about here for a while.

CAT# Theory: CAT2 is another obviously "wrong" one for the Person/Place/Object theory IMO. Hilltop is a place but Hilltop didn't cause it and it didn't happen to Hilltop. [Error] made a dude turn into concrete. Fairly useless to pin that one on the location. I think there are more than enough of these obviously faulty ones that I can stop mentioning it come season 2. Hopefully I'll have my own theory to talk about by then too.

R# Theory: We've finally got our first S. It's been long awaited if only by myself. Generally, I'm very pleased with this. An S on this case is some of the best evidence I've had that I'm correct about the general purpose of Ranks. A still living concrete man is undeniable evidence of the supernatural. No amount of explaining it away changes the fact a man turned into concrete and lived to tell the tale. It's still not 100% certain if Rank is purely about evidence or more about urgency in general but I do think now it's fairly clear that if I'm not entirely correct it's the right path.

Header talk: Transmutation (Human) -/- Isolation (Urban). Very little to talk about on that one but it's interesting to see the continued difference between transformation and transmutation.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp theory #tmagp speculation #klaus = kl4-u5

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How come I managed to get an outline done for once for the sole purpose of getting me to finish a chapter but I just can't get myself to finish that chapter?

Chapter Outlined, Can't Write Chapter

It happens. Outlines go only so far... you still have to flesh out the scenes as you write them... figure out the dialogue and the blocking. It's sort of like you can plot your trip route on Google Maps, but you still have to actually drive from one point to the other.

So... when you have an outline but are still struggling to actually write:

Problem #1 - You Don't Have a Way In

Having a chapter outline usually just means you know what generally (and importantly) needs to happen in the scene, the general order those things need to happen in, and some things like the scene's purpose, your character's goal, etc. But this is sort of like having a set of instructions that say, "Go to building. Go inside." Okay, great... but how are you specifically getting inside? Are you going through the front door? The back door? Climbing through a window? Landing on the roof in a helicopter? Tunneling in through a basement wall? So, before you can actually start writing, you need to figure out the specific way you're getting your character into the scene. A good way to do this is to go to the first important thing that has to happen in the scene, then rewind from there. What is your character doing in the moments before that? What has to happen in order to put them into that place in that moment? Is there anything unique about the circumstances or location you can focus on? Try opening up some of the books on your shelves and look at the ways different chapters begin. It will start to give you ideas for how you can open your chapter.

Problem #2 - Not Inspired/Excited

Having your chapter outlined doesn’t mean is a good first step, but if you're not feeling motivated to actually write the chapter, it will harder to write it. Try doing some fun exercises to get yourself excited about the chapter. Do a mood board or playlist for the chapter. Save some character and setting inspiration photos on Pinterest. Do an interview with your character that takes place after the scene/chapter to get their take on what happened and what they feel about it.

Problem #3 - Something Isn’t Working

Stories are like a house of cards in that one misplaced “card” can bring the whole thing crashing down. Sometimes you lose interest because an earlier element or event didn’t quite work. You can feel in your gut that something’s not right, so your brain interprets that as losing motivation. It’s not really that you’ve lost interest in the story… it’s that you’ve lost interest in the dead end path it’s on. Go back to the previous chapter or two and look for something that’s not pulling its weight. It could be an unnecessary character dragging the story down, a subplot that is cluttering up the story or drawing attention away from the main plot, or a scene/scenes that don’t add to the story. It could even be a combination of these things. If you can find it and fix it, your motivation may return.

Problem #4 - You’re Distracted by Other Things

If you sit down to write and you’re busy scrolling through facebook, texting with friends, and singing to the radio, you’re probably not going to get much done. Try blocking out thirty minutes (or whatever amount of time you can afford) and dedicate it entirely to writing. Shut down social media and other tempting apps/sites. Turn off the TV. Put your phone on silent. Tell housemates not to bother you. Put on soft music without lyrics, and focus solely on writing. If you find your mind starting to wander toward other things, yank it back and focus on your story.

Problem #5 - You’re Lacking the Physical/Mental Energy to Write

Whether you’re sick, not getting enough sleep, super busy, depressed, or in a bad mood, not having physical or mental energy can make it hard to write. Do what you can to bring your energy up as much as possible, both physically and mentally, and you may have an easier time writing that chapter.

I hope something here will work for you!

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tryan-a-bex · 11 months ago

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100 fics

Today I posted my 100th fic on Ao3!

My first was Pottery; or Function, Purpose and Heart on Mar 11, 2023. It was a retired Dreamling fic with Destruction (who I call Joe) as the main character.

I moved fairly quickly into my Spy x Family crossover series. Anya is so cute, and throwing her in with Dreamling and the Endless family led to a lot of fun shenanigans! (Generally you don't need to know Spy x Family canon to follow these.)

Next I started on my Sandman x Scooby Doo shenanigans! I really like the Scooby Gang, and there are definitely some mysteries to solve surrounding the Endless! (With awesome art by @sab-draws!)

Gaulcienne caught my eye next. Lucienne, my beloved librarian, and the shape-changing dream-fairy? Oh yes! A Quiet Love with Wings has most of my commissioned art, with pieces by @athymelyreply for Sometimes when You Fall, You Fly, @ibrithir-was-here for Fireflies and a Missing Person, and @designtheendless for The Dragon Rider!

King of Night and Prince of Day, for @nathanwonderwolf's wonderful art, has the second highest kudos of all my fics.

Then I invented an OC who is the preteen personification of the consciousness of humanity, aka Social Media. I thought this was pure crack but people liked it and now it's a series! Dinner and Play was created with @carnelianmeluha's food ideas in mind!

My Dreamling works tend to be short and sweet, often prompted by something on tumblr or discord, and are collected as Dreamling vignettes.

I have recently written (but not yet posted) my first honest to god smut, but early dabbles in the craft were mostly crack, like my Helm Fucking Crack series. I'm unreasonably proud of how cracked it is, and thank everyone who enabled me (notably @sleepsonfutons, @windsweptinred, @tickldpnk8, @zzoomacroom, read their fics!).

My obsession with Fuckboi Dream (mind the tags) is ongoing, and included creating a chapter index with notes so I can find things, a series about Murphy's childhood (somebody please read these, they are so cute), and others, fanart as well!

In The Dragon's Tongue, Lucienne takes on Titania! I commissioned @lostelfwriting to write the bdsm continuation of the scene, and she did a fantastic job!

A Reunion in the Dreaming (picnic recreated here) was the first fic in Walking with the Walkers, my series about Rose, Jed and Unity. It features Rose and Ara (Barbie transformed in Life is but a Dream), Rose and Jed meeting their Endless family members, Jed and Gault having adventures, and Unity throwing family parties in the Dreaming (with art by @ilya-halfelven).

Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love (in which Gault tries to surprise Lucienne with a romantic dinner) was my favourite fic from October 2023 -- Femslash weekend (by @sandmanfemslashfans ) and Monsterfucktober (by @seiya-starsniper and friends) made it a really fun month! I also wrote Chantal and Zelda, Johanna and Death, and zombie Lyta (my most angsty fic, I believe).

Just Get Me Off the Damn Mountain was written for designtheendless' contest and omg, I won! It is my most popular fic, at 185 kudos!

I also wrote an OG story for NaNoWriMo! At 23k, Wander Witch is by far my longest story (the next longest is under 9k).

After a bit of being stuck, I got started again by writing continuations of @gabessquishytum's asks! Thank you to Gabe and to all the anons and contributors who allowed me to post their parts of the story!

Asmi, @weirdly-specific-but-ok, argued that he does not have a fandom, so (with permission) I proved him wrong by writing fanfic where he meets Crowley and the Maggot Fam. I love you, Asmi and the maggots!

Heading on an Adventure, the story of Rose and Orpheus' road trip, led to a series of library adventures for Lucienne (often featuring Meowpheus), starting with The Library Cat and continuing in the Lucienne my Beloved series.

I wanted more Lucienne and Walkers content, so I started a side blog, @lucienne-my-beloved, and am open to prompts there! On ao3, the series is called ficlets for lucienne.

Hob Meets the Doctor June 7, 2389 and The line I will not cross and the line I will (Gaulcienne) are my space fics, and I am unreasonably happy about them!

I'm now writing for @augustwritingchallenge! (They got me over 100 in my wips a week or two ago!) I combined prompts so you'll see a fic every 2-5 days in various series and fandoms, including Good Omens (Aug 30) and Dead Boy Detectives (soon).

And my 100th fic! Why are you whispering? a Jed and Rose fic for the late night call prompts. Woohoo!

Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my fandom journey! I'm the least depressed one in my long covid cohort, due to your support and friendship! I cherish every kudo and comment and bookmark and reblog, and the art and fics you all create as well!

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Dicentra D. Boa

Content warning going in: implied rape, human trafficking, slavery, implied sexual assault, implied Sa of children, and massacres. It’s not talked in length or in detail but it is alluded to due to the Boa sisters backstory and Dicentra’s conception. I wanted to be sure to give a warning just in case because of the nature of these topics. If any of these themes are triggering please skip past the section labeled “Josephine” and go to “childhood” instead

Also sorry if she’s cringe or Mary sue but she’s my little blorbo and I love her. Writing her is also my excuse to write (and rewrite) about Boa Hancock because I think she’s underrated and I think her character could’ve been handled better by oda (this is in regards to her liking Luffy which is really weird since she’s a grown adult who fell in love with a 17 year old after being victimized through a decent portion of her life by adults)

General information

Name: Dicentra D. Boa.

Following after the flower naming convention of the Amazon lily, Dicentra is the scientific name of the bleeding heart flower. Her name was chosen by Hancock since dicentra’s birth mother didn’t know what to choose

The D. Is gained to her by her birth mother Josephine D. Etheus. Though Dicentra is apart of “the will of D” she has no idea about it due to the fact Boa swore to Josephine that no traces from her would connect back to Dicentra.

Age: 13

Dicentra was born a few hours before the mass breakout of Mary geoise when Hancock was 16.

Race: half-lunarian

Dicentra’s motherJosephine was a full lunarian captured in the massacre of her people. Despite Saturns extermination efforts a few celestial dragons wanted a lunarian as apart of their collection and were able to accomplish this secretly

Being only half lunarain attributes to her white hair and darker toned skin. But along with this it also acts as a reason as to why her wings are so small and why she doesn’t have an eternal spark.

She can’t create fire because of this, but she could control already lit flames if she needed to. But she has not found this out yet

(Fun fact is that whenever in a room with some type of fire, she subconsciously pulls that flame slightly towards herself. Kinda like how sunflowers face the sun, flames direct themselves towards her)

Personality: curious, sometimes oblivious, good hearted, optimistic, overly eager and a bit chaotic

As a young sheltered girl Dicentra is naturally curious of the world and just about anything she can get her hands on. She enjoys soaking in all of the knowledge of the great world beyond the Amazon lily, whilst also secretly yearning to see it for herself.

Another side effect of her sheltered upbringing is the fact she’s very oblivious to things. Whether that be wandering into a bad situation due to curiosity of something that caught her eye or just being unaware of concepts like men not being hideous monsters that’ll kill her (Hancock taught her this lol). Despite her being oblivious to these environmental concerns she’s actually very observant of others emotions when needed.

Unlike her mother’s cold and dominating facade Dicentra is very openly warm to those around her. She often times is found conversing with others around her, joyfully asking about things and recounting new stuff she discovered.

Along with this she can be very eager about whatever catches her eye. Leading her to blindly and stubbornly pursue it even at her own detriment (much to her mother’s and Nightshade concern). This has lead to her acting without foresight and acting on the first thing that entered her mind which can have varied results…like biting someone’s hand

Interests and hobbies: journaling, exploration, drawing, dance and song

Once more due to her interest in the world beyond the Amazon lily Dicentra has taken to journaling all she’s learned. When her mother brings her gifts from far off places she enjoys documenting everything she can about it. Of all subjects she loves writing about the most she enjoys exotic Fish, birds and gemstones the most.

Due to her journaling she ends up exploring places quite a bit. From the city of her home to the jungles and mountains she’ll explore. Some of it from blind interest and from plain eager stubbornness

Something gained from her journaling is her hobby of drawing. Though years of practice she’s gotten decent at drawing, though it’s less out of passion and moreso just for proper documentation.

Her real hobbies are that of song and dance. As a princess Dicentra had taken up many hobbies but the two that stuck with her are dancing and song. She enjoys dancing since it’s an active activity and picking up new instruments to learn and play.

She’s particularly fond of the Erhu (I’m taking in some Chinese inspiration due to the Chinese influence of the Amazon lily)

Habits and quirks: Manners, stiff posture, back issues, lack of shoes, playing with her hands, love of berries/fruits and tendency to put others before her

Dicentra as princess (though that title is moreso just a title since the Amazon lily leadership is based on strength rather than bloodline) she was educated to have proper manners. While she’s a tough and tumble kind of girl she still implores these manners in most social situations until she finds something interesting and throws manners to the wind.

Due to these manners she can sometimes also have a stiff posture in mix with her back pains. Hiding her wings is a hassle for her so binding them along with keeping a certain posture as to be sure their hidden is important. When around those she trusts she lets up a bit and is more relaxed but that’s if they know of her wings. If not she keeps up the posture to be sure they won’t be found

As stated above she gets quite a lot of back pain and jolts of discomfort due to her hiding her wings. It’s an unfortunate thing she has to deal with, something all the boa sisters feels guilty about but know it’s for Dicentra’s best interest in the end.

Despite being taught manners Dicentra can’t stand wearing closed toe shoes. She doesn’t mind sandals but she loves being barefoot much to her mother’s ire. Dicentra loves the feeling of grass and sand beneath her feet.

A nervous quirk she has is that she plays with her hands quite a bit.

Also is a giant sweet tooth for things but especially loves Berries, Fruits and her favourite food of peach buns with a custard filling. It’s definitely due to the D trait.

Another tendency she has is for her to value others above herself. As princess though it’s more of a title she believes that her mom and the Amazon lily comes first. She’ll put down or put away her own feelings and ambitions if it means she can’t help others. It’s the reason as to why she stayed in the Amazon instead of exploring like she wanted, why she asks questions about the outside world and sees glimpses of it through stories and objects instead of pursing it herself.

Relationships: Hancock, Marigold, Sandersonia, Nightshade, Rayleigh and Shakuyaku, Gloriosa, Salome and Ouroboros

Hancock: Dicentra has a very strong relationship with her mom and looks up to her as her hero (for various reasons). She loves her mom deeply for both her kindness and dedication to protecting the Amazon lily. She knows deep down her mom is a lot more tender than she lets on but puts up a front to protect everyone else (and herself). Even though dicentra wishes to explore the world she follows her mom’s rules of staying in the Amazon Lily knowing there has to be some reason as to why her mom is so insistent on it. Along with this she follows her mom’s rules of hiding her back and binding her wings even if it’s uncomfortable (something Boa wishes she didn’t have to make Dicentra do but does it out of necessity). Her favourite activity with her mom is having her mom brush her hair

Marigold: Dicentra loves her aunt Marigold but is sometimes a little bit intimidated by her. Granted she knows her aunt would never do anything bad but Marigold is sometimes too stoic for Dicentra to read which makes her nervous she’s doing something wrong. Unbeknownst to her Marigold very much loves her but gets worried of messing up and internally panics because she overestimated herself. Dicentra’s favourite memory with Marigold is when she taught her how to make flower crowns

Sandersonia: Dicentra loves hanging out with her Aunt Sandersonia. Unlike with Marigold Sandersonia is more in tune with her emotions so Dicentra is able to read her better and therefore know if she’s bothering her. If Sandersonia isn’t busy with something she’ll often tag along with Dicentra’s exploring of the Amazon lily and play games together. Dicentra’s favorite thing to do with Sandersonia is petting her aunts zoan tail

Nightshade (another oc): Nightshade is Dicentra’s sworn guard and protector assigned by Hancock herself. Dicentra sees Nighshade as her closest companion and as a big sister to her. Though Nightshade sometimes gets frustrated at Dicentra throwing caution to the wind and running off she knows that Nightshade doesn’t typically get legitimately mad unless something really bad happened. Nightshade beside the Boa sisters is the only one who knows of Dicentra’s wings and origins, something the bodyguard takes in the upmost seriousness. Dicentra knows Nightshade isn’t her original name but hasn’t pushed about the subject. Her favourite thing to do with Nightshade is playing hide and seek.

Rayleigh and Shakuyaku: dicentra knows very little about these two but does hold them in high regard hearing they helped her mom and aunts. The most funny thing about this though is that she has no idea Rayleigh is a male (boa taught her men were ugly evil creatures lol) . She’s never met them but she hopes to one day do so.

Gloriosa: dicentra sometimes sneaks out to see the former empress of the Amazon despite being a “traitor” to learn more about the outside world. Though she doesn’t like how her mom and Gloriosa don’t get along well Dicentra holds respect for Gloriosa.

Salome and Ouroboros: Dicentra adores Salome and all the snakes of the Amazon. Her fight or flight instinct of bite first ask questions later was somewhat developed due to watching Salome when she was younger. Dicentra has a snake of the same species as Salome named Ouroboros, aptly named for its penchant for…eating its tail all the time. No one has any idea why boros does this but Dicentra loves her beloved snake even if all it does is act as a necklace for her half the time. Half the time people don’t notice they’re alive if not for their occasional blinking. She loves petting the scales of Salome and Ouroboros, absolutely loves the texture

(Meme break before getting to serious stuff. Nightshade is also included here)

Backstory

Prologue: Josephine

Dicentra’s birth mother Josephine was a lunarian born on the red line and raised with her people. She lived atop the red line in peace for many years, she was particularly gifted in being a graceful flyer amongst others her age but lacked control of her flames. Despite the peace at a young age she could tell something was coming somehow, she had a sixth sense for that thing (observation Haki). Eventually when her people were massacred to build Mary Geoise atop her ancestral home she was taken by a celestial dragon who wanted one of her kind as “apart of his collection” even though that wasn’t technically allowed. This all happened when she was 15.

For Years Josephine was kept in a cell, wings broken and unable to conjure flames even if she tried due to being underfed and weak. She’d spent so long being toyed with and abused with no relief but an empty cell to return to when she was finished being “useful”. Eventually though she got cellmate in the form of the young Boa sisters. For the first time in years Josephine felt something as she stared at the young girls, mirror showing her how much of a shell of her former self she was. She used to be young and free, used to be afraid and now she had felt nothing in years. And staring into the fearful tear stained eyes of these girls she swore to herself they wouldn’t end up like her. Broken and empty.

In that cell in the span of months turned to years Josephine would do her best to protect the sisters. Though she could not always protect them she was able to lessen their suffering. She cared for them, began to see them as her own just as they began to see her as a mother in this hell. Through her wings were broken she’d use them as blankets for them in the damp cold of the cell. Josephine would share the little food she had with them. She’d also tell them stories of her people who once proudly flew the skies, sang in hushed tones the songs passed on from generation to generation. Hell had at least become bareable

Eventually much to her own fear and horror Josephine became pregnant. It at some point was bound to happen but all the same it horrified her for the fact she knew her child would be killed. A bastard to celestial dragon was purged for the fact of “tainting” their holy blood, and that was just for normal cases. She was a lunarian, the people they purged and were still actively being hunting down from how that devil gloated about “owning such a rare species”. She had to hid this and hope for the best, and that’s what she did with the help of the Boa sisters.

Somehow hiding her pregnancy was a task in of itself but it had been somehow done, but with that came the actual delivery. Weak and Malnourished as she already was without proper medical care in a dark cell wasn’t a good mix. She’s left at deaths doorstep clinging barely to life after the deed was said and done. The only upside to it all was she felt that sixth sense again, things were changing and her daughters would be free. Before letting herself rest she makes the girls promise to never tell her daughter of her heritage, to protect her and love her as she loved them. Tearfully the girls agree, Hancock vowing she’d raise Dicentra as her own. With how Josephine falls asleep the girls believe her to be dead, and in a way she is…but not fully yet

The mass escape of slaves happens and her daughters flee, through this all Josephine laid on deaths door in her cell. She was ok with dying, had for so long dreamt of such a thing, but anger had let her from not dying quite yet. Half dead and powered only by the knowledge she’d die Josephine gets up. Broken wings crack and move, the pain so blinding it became numb. She had to protect her daughters, had to erase all trace of them here lest a trail is somehow left. And despite never knowing to master her flames she ignites because she herself is the kindling. The already aflame Mary geoise is lit with newer more intense fire that burned to the fire. Josephine burns with mother’s rage and a single wish. Cleanse her homeland with flame just as it was meant to be oh so long ago.

Josephine kills her tormentor and bastard of a man who’s father to her daughter, watches the flames bath him in agony as she holds his face in burning hands. Scarlet eyes glaring down at him as everything burned, her once small flickering flame behind her neck so intense and big it hurt to look at and consumed the background. Flesh melts and blood sizzles in her palms. Josephine dies kneeling on the red earth of her home, staring up to the smouldering sky with broken wings and an outstretched hand to the heavens she so loved. Her scream echoes out among flickering flames and chaos, echoes and reverberates into the sky before turning to nothingness. She burns so intensely that nothing of herself and twenty feet surrounding her body is left besides ash, soot and a trail of bloody feathers littering the ground just outside the crater as her scream of agony faded.

Chapter 1: Childhood from the eyes of a mother

Dicentra grows up on a lie just as everyone else of the Amazon lily does. From the time she could walk and speak she’s told of how her mother and aunts slayed a fierce-some gorgon that had killed her birth mother which led to her being adopted. That gorgon cursed her mom, aunts and herself with a curse bared on their backs. For her mom and her aunts it’s an odd symbol and for Dicentra it’s her wings. But all the same Dicentra knows that her mom is her hero (and though that story is a lie it’s still true she’s her hero) and the young princess stared at her mother in awe and such innocence. It’s something that eats Hancock up inside, that she’s lying to her daughter about everything. Of her wings, her lineage and birth mother and yet she made that vow and she won’t go back in it.

All this leads to though is Hancock being fiercely protective of her daughter, not just for the fact of her blood but because she wants better for Dicentra. She wants her daughter to live happy not plagued by the burden and shame that she and her sisters suffers daily. The memories, the pain, the loss of it all. She wants Dicentra to live the life Hancock wished she had, of never being ripped away from a safe and loving home to be hurt over and over again. It’s why she keeps a close eye on her, especially in the early years where everything is still fresh in her mind of the escape. Perhaps she’s a tad overbearing at times but knowing her daughter is happy and safe within the walls of her nation is all that matters. But as time progresses she does become more lenient towards letting Dicentra do things on her own with the only condition being a bodyguard accompanying her.

At 6 Dicentra has Nightshade assigned as her personal bodyguard and protector. Before then it was randomly assigned guards or Salome who took over watching over the already curious and slightly mischievous young girl. Much to Hancock’s displeasure her daughter takes to running off into the jungles of the Amazon but at the same time she can’t help but be happy her daughter takes her freedom in such strive and not forgranted. Dicentra talks of all range of things she came across once she comes home, from rocks she found to bird feathers pressed in pages. Nightshade with now wild tangled hair standing beside Dicentra posed and proper even with a few leaves and sticks lodged in once straight black hair.

By 7 Hancock decides to have Dicentra be taught proper manners and help her find some hobbies that aren’t just running off into the brush. It’s there that Dicentra finds her talent in Dance and playing instruments, she specifically likes playing the Erhu traditionally played in the Amazon lily. It’s a hobby especially Hancock enjoys because it quickly becomes a source of calm when old memories plague her mind. Perhaps a lifetime ago she would’ve picked up the instrument as well, but now she resides herself to listening to old tunes that would play before that fateful day on a ship leaving home. Whilst she listens she holds her daughter, time seems to slip away and for once all is well for those minutes playing song.

At 9 Dicentra begins to do more things around the Amazon lily. Knowing the jungles area and documenting the plants she finds ends up being useful to apothecaries and doctors on the island. Along with this she starts to also help in delivering things and having a hand in public events. It’s here that she begins to realize what being a princess means even if it’s more a title than anything. To the Amazon lily her mom is cold and respected, the citizens of the island fear and love her and Hancock knows this. They don’t see her compassion behind closed doors but Dicentra does. If her mom is the cold and cool leader that in secret cared, then Dicentra would be a sliver in that door for others to see that kindness. She tells the truth, that her mom asked her to try and find ways to help the other kuja women. As princess the women of the island love her and she notices she means something to everyone there. For the women of the island Dicentra is their kind princess in contrast to their lovely but cruel empress, to Hancock Dicentra is what little hope is left in the world.

At 10 the young princess starts asking Hancock more about the outside world and it leaves the empress silently terrified. They aren’t bad questions, moreso just innocent ones of if places she’d been to were like home. But to Hancock they signify the end. She knew from the moment her bright eyed daughter began to run before learning to walk, began looking out to the sea on the horizon and climbed to the tops of the snake statues overlooking the entire tribe she’d one day be curious enough to leave. That this island would become too small to satisfy her need to see and experience the world. A selfish part of her wished that the luxuries she spoiled her with and the nights in which she’d hug her close whilst promising she’d always be safe here would disway her, but Hancock always knew because of the spark in her eyes that she’d one day leave. It terrifies her and yet she knows one day she’ll have to because she can’t take away Dicentra’s freedom just as hers had been taken. But for now she was safe, leaving was in the future but now she was safe in her arms.

By 11 Dicentra waits by the docks as Hancock sets off to yet another warlord meeting that would go nowhere. Hancock when her daughter was younger would leave her with Sandersonia as she and Marigold would set off into the ocean. But Hancock decides that this time her daughter was old enough to last a few days on her own (despite how terror still grips her heart). Nightshade swears she’ll look after the young girl and none of the Boa’s doubt that. Not when the ex-assassin turned bodyguard has the same look Hancock does when the young girl does something as simple as gifting a flower. It’s a look of wanting to protect something so desperately because it was one of the last pieces of kindness in their world. None of the Boa sisters trust easily, especially not Hancock, and especially if it came to her daughter. But Hancock trusted Nightshade, and that was a feat in of itself. And so Hancock sets off on her ship, trusting her beloved daughter to her bodyguard and ex-empress of the Amazon. Though it’s only for a few days Dicentra helps keep things afloat alongside Gloriosa.

Chapter 2: where the story begins

By 13 Dicentra knows the Amazon lily like the back of her hand. She knows every trail, bend of the river and cove there’s to find in the lush landscape populated by snaking vines and flowers. Pollen coats the air in sweet smells as the distinct smell of rain coming sets in for the young princess and her shadow. But the Rowling black clouds did little to dismay the young girl, if anything it only made her more excited as she quickened her pace and hopped over twisting roots. Having a storm in the calm belt was a rare occurrence, the lack of wind and still waters kept for a stagnant environment but once in awhile a storm would drift from the grand line and breeze briefly through the still water and die off. It made for decent rainfall and any occasional change in weather from the hot climate was always something welcome to the young girl. Nightshade would agree in that retrospect, from the few moments she talked of times past was she talked of a place described as an eternal flowering spring, not cold but not yet summer (though apparently a northern area had snow). So Dicentra raced to the many hidden beaches and coves of the Amazon lily.

its towering cliffs her beloved home had many secret coves beside the main waterway into the heart of the city. Many laid forgotten to time, old boats used generations ago laying still in soft sand that crunched beneath her feet. Typically there was no tide at these hidden beaches and coves, just stagnant water lifting at a certain level against the sand. No white foam decorating its edges like lace if not for the storm stirring the waves. She can’t help but giggle at the sensation, even if her stockings got wet in the ordeal. A few feet away nightshade stood as the wind blew past, still and silent yet eased by now dropping of rain on warm skin.

The rain is cool and refreshing, trailing down and leaving hair damp.

But calm only lasts a moment.

Typically when a storm blew through the calm belt it was mild at worst and calm rain at its least. It was almost always that way with nothing to keep feeding its trajectory as it fizzled out and died.

But sometimes depending on how large the storm was prior it could survive long enough to be just as powerful as it was in the grand line.

One second Dicentra is standing at the waters edge basking in the cool rain, the other second she’s dragged in by once cerulean blue waves that became crashing cold darkness. The void encompasses the entirety of her as she’s choked from air and the cold grasping at her bones. Instinct sets in immediately but the shock of near icey waves and pulling current tossing her like a rag doll make it impossible to do so. Helplessly she floats in near darkness as storm clouds blocked out sun and made the waters a chilling void. The image of complete utter darkness as she reaches blindly engraved itself in her mind. Never once has she felt such a fear of the dark. When she was younger she hadn’t feared it, rather was intrigued to explore it instead. But now it grips and drags her down down, down into is abyss.

But then a hand appears from the dark, Nightshade.

Twitchy and icey fingers grasp the stronger hand that then pulls.

She lands on the old rickety boat with a thud and immediately sea water streams out in pained coughs. Wind blows wildly tussling hair as waves crash against the edges of the boat. She can barely see over wet hair clinging to her face but she feels Nightshade hold her for dear life and above the yelling waves her protector screams to hold onto her with all she can.

Dicentra does as says and feels a colossal pain hit her before a once friendly darkness consumes her vision.

Chapter 3: turning point

Waking up is typically a calming routine for Dicentra. If mom wasn’t on a warlord meeting she’d brush sit down with her and her mom would brush her hair. It was a daily tradition, on in which her mother would hum quietly and gently comb through her hair. Sometimes she’d check to see if the pink dye of her hair was loosing its pigment, if so she’d ask if she wanted to leave it natural or dye it once more. Dicentra always opted to dye it again. Crushed up flowers mixed with imported hair products then used to stain once lily White hair again. That was their tradition together alongside at night having mom look at her wings and care for them. Apologizing as she helped her wings molt or placing a soothing cream on the sore hurting appendages. So waking up one morning with sunlight streaming on her face on linen instead of the familiar feeling of silk is odd. Not bad but it doesn’t make sense for a few moments as her sleep plagued brain thought through what had happened.

She remembered a storm, darkness gripping her, coughing up slat water that burned her lungs and then clutching Nightshade for dear life.

Nightshade!

Despite her body feeling like wet bricks Dicentra finds herself dragging herself from the small bed she was laid on. Blindly she reaches out expecting to find her closest companion besides her family. Instead though she meets something else instead.

Nightshade was a lithe person. beautifully strong despite her lack of visible muscles. She used to ask her shadow of a bodyguard how she was able to be so strong without being as muscular as aunty Marigold. The quiet woman would simply hum, saying something about she isn’t strong but has good instincts and reflexes. Point being in all of this the arm she grabbed wasn’t that of Nightshade, it was muscular

“Oh yoi? You’re awake finally.” The voice is weirdly deep and as her eyes adjust Dicentra is faced with someone crouching down to her level. Blue eyes stare at her from behind glasses….this was a weird looking woman.

This is where things would come into motion

I’ll leave it at this for now. But rest assured she has more story

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