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[lieutenant-amuel]

Calculating characters’ ages so they fit into the timeline of the fic my beloathed.

[jojo-schmo]

The 24 Character Strengths are awesome references when writing characters!!

I've found this website to be extremely helpful and cool while fleshing out my characters' personalities and motivations.

Even if I only have basic personality traits for a character, exploring strengths that I feel fits them and reading their descriptions is fantastic for inspiration!! It really helps narrow down the basic ideals I imagine a character would believe in, and then I can get more specific from there. It's a great guide to springboard off of!

Each strength is sorted into one of six virtues. Starting with a broad virtue, for example "justice," and honing that down into the strengths of "fairness," "leadership," or "teamwork" makes writing them really fun!

Here's an example of the "fairness" strength description! Lots of detail and tangible qualities describing it!

Of course there are infinite ways to interpret a character strength, just like in real life. And people aren't always black and white and follow a strength 100% of the time. But it's been extremely helpful to see specific traits being described in so much detail, and imagining different scenarios that a character would react in. It's like I can understand them a bit more and think a little like them, especially if their trait isn't one of my personal strengths. :3

But I also recommend taking the actual personality test for yourself! I took it years ago and it was really cool to put a name to some of my strengths and see how detailed this descriptions were. And when my friends and I shared our results, I felt like we understood each other just a little more. :)

Just thought I'd share this reference that's been helping me lately :D

[just-a-ghost00]

How they see you vs how you see yourself

Group 1 - Witchy kitty

How they see you | The world, Temperance, 8 of pentacles

They see you as the center of their Universe. They think you are wonderful, a true all rounder and a very hardworking person. They see you as someone very independent, well travelled, educated, mature and balanced. They think that you know what you want and don’t stay bound to one place or one person. They view you as a rebel at heart, a free spirit. Someone that cannot and will not be tamed no matter what. They think that you are abundant. That you don’t need anyone to save the day because you are your own support. They think that you are quite stubborn and honest but also fair and patient. You know when to take space and when to give it. Your decisions and movements are swift. They view you as a very social person that knows all the cheat codes to a balanced life and a successful career. They think that you somehow have a lot of recognition and that your desire to expand may never be satisfied. They think you are a go getter and that seems to impress them.

How you see yourself | The Tower, Strength, Chariot

You see yourself as someone very intense and hard to deal with. Someone that life has made bitter and harsh. You feel like a wounded warrior, too tired to fight but too wary to let your guard down. You think that you’re a high achiever and don’t deserve to settle for less than what you embody. You think that you are a survivor. That no matter what life puts you through you’ll always rise back up. You think you are unstoppable, untamable and indestructible which may very well be the truth. You also think that that tough shell you have wil scare people off. A part of you believes that you are not beautiful enough to be recognized and valued. You think that you destroy everything you touch. That if you don’t keep moving karma might bite you in the but. You’re conscious of your assets but also mostly of your demons. You think that you are too dark of a person to be loved and understood.

Group 2 - Lonely ghosty

How they view you | 3 of swords, ace of cups, the moon, extra card 8 of pentacles

They think you are shy and too scared to open your heart to love. That you don’t like to show affection or let people see your vulnerable side. They think that you tend to hide your feelings, whether it be sorrow or hope. They think that life has given you many reasons to believe that humans cannot be trusted. That despite all that you've been through you still hope that love exists and is meant for you. That you are a kind and loving person, someone romantic with a lot of fears and daydreams. They think that you are mysterious, that your scars make you beautiful and lovable. They think that your patience and generosity know no limit. That one of the reasons why you get hurt is because you give so much and receive so little in return. They view you as someone talented, hardworking, prosperous, studious, that isn't afraid to try many times even if they keep falling and getting hurt. Someone that never gives up. They also think that your reserved nature creates a wall between you and others.

How you see yourself | The World, knight of cups, 6 of swords, ace of cups

Your opinion of yourself is pretty positive, which makes me very happy. You think that you are someone giving, kind, caring, patient. Someone that has the ability to move on easily in life, despite the challenges you are faced with. Someone that knows when to keep pushing and when to let go. Someone that isn't afraid of being vulnerable or kept in the dark about what is going on. You have a lot of faith in yourself and your ability to navigate the watters of life because you've seen it all. You've been through hell and back, and you know damn well that you have what it takes to survive it all. In that aspect, your vision of yourself complements the vision that the person on your mind has of you. If the person you were thinking of, focuses on your guardedness and how it keeps you from experiencing love again, you view it as a proof that you've matured and learned from your mistakes, that you love yourself enough to set boundaries, which you may not have been good at in the past. You feel pretty proud of yourself and you have every right to be. You think that you are a valuable person and that you deserve to be loved for who you are.

Group 3 - Spicy tea

How they view you | Death, 2 of wands, Queen of pentacles, Chariot

They see you as this bigger than life individual that cannot be stopped nor tamed. Someone that doesn't ask for permission to do what they deem is right. A person that has strong morals and a very good idea of who they want to be, where they want to go and how they want to be remembered. The opinion they have of you is very positive. They are in awe at how strong and opinionated you are. In their eyes, you are fearless. Someone that should not be messed with. In some way, they may be scared by your intensity and controlling attitude. Because you can be controlling, especially if people are being direspectful to you. They view you as the epitome of success, dignity and grace combined. You are a fighter and a go getter and apparently that has left a strong impression on them.

How you see yourself | 10 of wands, the Devil, 10 of swords, knight of cups

Your opinion of yourself is completely different. You are harsher on yourself than this person is. It feels like you don't give yourself enough credit for your accomplishments and qualities. You may tend to self sabotage, self criticize, overthink. You think that you have many faults, that you are not enough. That you're "too this" or "not enough that". You think that you have a lot of demons that prevent you from being happy and enjoying your success. You think that you are depressed, exhausted, burdened with your past and your thoughts. You think that you are someone that wants to love and be loved for who they are but considering all the baggages that you think you have, you deem that you are not worthy of it. You may see yourself as someone that is too broken to be loved, to be congratulated for your deeds and admired. Which really saddens me because no one should have to feel like that about themselves. Your perception of yourself is likely distorted by your fears, the conceptions that were implanted in your brain by toxic acquaintances.

[twistedlovelines]

who in the twst cast lets you put a ribbon on it. (Octavinelle, Scarabia)

NSFW, MDNI, gn! reader <3

(Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw Vers.) (Pomefiore, Ignihyde Vers.)(Diasomnia, Rollo, Crewel)

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Somehow, having only a ribbon tied around his cock makes him feel even more bare than if he had gone without it. It’s so soft and slippery that he can’t help but whine as he bucks his hips up, the fabric serving as nothing more than another cruel tease… 

He’ll pout over how the fabric is messy post-orgasm haze, but immediately sets his sights on buying new ones. Surely just one singular ribbon cannot be enough to explore the full scope of this experience? ~~It doesn’t escape you that most of the fabrics he chooses are silk.~~

Jade Leech

Oh? He’s not surprised that you brought this up given how adventurous you’ve been in the past, but he finds it funny that you bought a ribbon that would match the streak in his hair. Enjoys the added texture, but he suggests that you expand this idea of yours- wouldn’t tying him up offer a more…invigorating sensation? 

Will definitely send him into a rabbithole of ropes, ribbons, and other types of restraints after you bring this up to him. He wants to explore all you have to offer <3 

Floyd Leech

He’s more confused on why such a small, simple scrap of fabric would turn you on, but you manage to convince him into it. It doesn’t really do much for him, but seeing how affected you are is a plus. Not super fond of silk or satin, but enjoys if you use fabrics with rougher textures- it feels good when he fucks into it <3

He generally won’t want to do anything with ribbons much, but. If he’s bored he will ask you to tie a bow around it after he’s put googly eyes on the head. You will bear witness to him treating his cock like a puppet. My condolences. 

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Oh he’s all for it the second you mention it. What fabrics do you think will be best? Ooh, this color might complement the color of his cock better- maybe he can even have some jewels sewn in to make it really sparkle! The most supportive of this particular endeavor, and will happily peruse through different swatches so you can make the perfect bow! 

Thinks silk has a nice cooling effect when you tie it around his cock, and generally enjoys the texture! He’s pretty content to let you tie up his cock however you wish, so don’t hold back <3

Jamil Viper

Raises a brow at the fact you want to tie up only his cock at first, but doesn’t really question it after you explain your reasoning. He Will be picky about what type of ribbon you use around him, though…he’s fussy when it comes to things like this! Allows you to tie a ribbon around his cock so long as you let him repay the favor later <3

The visual doesn’t do much for him, but he’s pleasantly surprised once it’s tied around him and it stimulates him a bit with every movement. Discover he gets even more heated if you tug on the bow while jerking him off, but won’t say as much unless you ask him to

a/n: will be doing the other dorms, but lmk if you want me to elaborate! Reblogs and comments appreciated <33

[kleopatra45]

♡ Love Asteroids Series

asteroid adonis (2101)

Asteroid Adonis in astrology represents beauty, desire, and the allure of physical attraction. Named after Adonis, the Greek god associated with youthful beauty and love, this asteroid indicates how individuals express their attractiveness, charm, and how they experience romantic admiration and desirability.

in the houses

Adonis in the 1st House: This placement suggests that your physical appearance and personal charm are integral to your identity. You naturally attract admiration and attention, and your allure plays a significant role in how you express yourself. Adonis in the 2nd House: Material possessions and physical comfort are closely tied to your sense of desirability. You may attract partners who appreciate your sensuality and the way you indulge in life's pleasures. Adonis in the 3rd House: Communication and intellectual connections play a key role in your romantic allure. You may be drawn to witty and articulate partners, and your charm is often expressed through your words and ideas. Adonis in the 4th House: Emotional security and home life are central to your romantic attraction. You may seek a partner who provides a sense of belonging and comfort, and your beauty is often associated with a nurturing, caring nature. Adonis in the 5th House: Creativity, playfulness, and romance are emphasized in your approach to attraction. You may express your charm through artistic pursuits and enjoy being admired for your creativity and vitality. Adonis in the 6th House: Service, health, and routine impact your sense of attractiveness. You may find fulfillment in relationships where you can support and care for each other in practical ways, and your beauty is often tied to your dedication to well-being. Adonis in the 7th House: Partnerships and committed relationships are central to your experience of attraction. You may seek a partner who complements you and values your beauty and charm in a balanced, harmonious relationship. Adonis in the 8th House: Intensity, transformation, and shared resources define your approach to desirability. You may be drawn to powerful, deep connections and find that your allure is linked to a sense of mystery and emotional depth. Adonis in the 9th House: Exploration, philosophy, and higher learning influence your romantic allure. You may be attracted to partners who expand your horizons and share your love for adventure and intellectual growth. Adonis in the 10th House: Ambition, achievement, and public image impact your sense of desirability. You may seek a partner who supports your goals and enhances your social status, and your attractiveness is often linked to your success and accomplishments. Adonis in the 11th House: Friendships, social causes, and group affiliations play a role in your romantic attraction. You may be drawn to partners who share your ideals and social values, and your charm is often expressed through your connections with others. Adonis in the 12th House: Spirituality, hidden desires, and unconscious motivations affect your approach to attraction. You may be drawn to deep, soulful connections and find that your allure is linked to a sense of mystery and spiritual depth.

in the signs

Aries: Adonis in Aries seeks passion, excitement, and spontaneity in relationships. You are attracted to partners who are bold, confident, and adventurous, and your allure is tied to your fiery, dynamic nature. Taurus: Stability, sensuality, and loyalty are important for your romantic fulfillment. You may seek a partner who appreciates your physical beauty and shares your love for comfort and security. Gemini: Intellectual stimulation, curiosity, and variety define your approach to attraction. You are drawn to witty, communicative partners, and your charm is often expressed through your lively, engaging conversations. Cancer: Emotional security, nurturing, and family connections are central to your romantic life. You may be attracted to partners who are sensitive and caring, and your allure is tied to your nurturing, protective nature. Leo: Adonis in Leo seeks admiration, romance, and dramatic expression in relationships. You are attracted to partners who appreciate your creativity and generosity, and your charm is often expressed through your vibrant, confident personality. Virgo: Practicality, service, and attention to detail influence your romantic relationships. You are drawn to partners who are reliable and supportive, and your attractiveness is often linked to your dedication to helping others. Libra: Harmony, balance, and equality are important for your romantic fulfillment. You are attracted to partners who value fairness and mutual respect, and your charm is often expressed through your graceful, diplomatic nature. Scorpio: Intensity, emotional depth, and transformation define your approach to attraction. You are drawn to deep, passionate connections, and your allure is tied to your powerful, magnetic presence. Sagittarius: Freedom, adventure, and exploration influence your romantic life. You are attracted to partners who are open-minded and optimistic, and your charm is often expressed through your love for adventure and new experiences. Capricorn: Ambition, responsibility, and long-term goals impact your approach to relationships. You are drawn to partners who are serious and committed, and your attractiveness is often linked to your disciplined, goal-oriented nature. Aquarius: Individuality, independence, and progressive values define your romantic fulfillment. You are attracted to partners who are unique and unconventional, and your charm is often expressed through your open-minded, innovative approach to life. Pisces: Adonis in Pisces seeks compassion, empathy, and spiritual connection in relationships. You are drawn to partners who are intuitive and understanding, and your allure is tied to your dreamy, compassionate nature.

in aspects

→ Conjunctions A conjunction of Adonis with another planet intensifies the influence of that planet on your approach to attraction and beauty. For example, Adonis conjunct Venus emphasizes charm and physical allure. → Sextiles and Trines Harmonious aspects indicate ease in integrating the energies of Adonis and the other planet involved. For instance, Adonis sextile Mars suggests a dynamic and passionate approach to relationships. → Squares and Oppositions Challenging aspects can indicate tension or conflict that needs resolution in romantic matters. For example, Adonis square Saturn might suggest obstacles in expressing attractiveness, while Adonis opposition Uranus could highlight a need for balancing freedom with commitment.

©️kleopatra45

[yzzart]

"𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫."

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x F!reader.

summary: how does a snowflake carry so much possessiveness?

warnings: explicit content, explicit words, playing with nipples, mention of erection, and mentions of manipulation + take a look at the masterlist!

word count: 944!

The smell of wet wood accompanied by the typical aroma of fresh earth invaded your nostrils; It was a new situation and coexistence, but it was pleasant and welcoming. — A cozy home.

Together, the sounds of wood being trampled upon with disoriented, blind footsteps with a possible goal of reaching the old-fashioned bed of the place had surrounded your ears. — That definitely bothered you. — There were unstable and old parts of the floor that complemented louder noises; it sounded so unacceptable and abominable.

But absolutely nothing could take away or take away the attention and disposition you received and gave from Coriolanus' lips. — Lips that were wise, sapient and so sweet, with cautious and dignified words; and also so dangerous. — You delighted in the sweet and poison of Snow's mouth.

Coriolanus kissed you with a flaming passion, a description so ironic, that it slowly burned your proud and dissatisfied chest; he kissed you as if his life really depended on it. — And for the Snow boy, these words were part of an affirmation in his heart and soul.

A mixture of feelings, sensations were involved and welcomed in that kiss, something easy to analyze. — Snow never knew how to explain what he actually felt or saw in his veins and heart, so when he met you he discovered how he could do that.

Your tongues moved in such a sudden way, fighting against a space that would not be properly used and animalistic; this strong word was in the right place to be used. — Not to mention the distress of contact between your teeth. — God, it seemed like it was the first time you two kissed.

For the first time, at that moment, there was a mediocre separation between your lips and those of Coriolanus; the empty, incorrect and cold sensation walked through your mouth. — Your mind closed, distressed by the absence, and a taste of despair expanded on your palate.

Those blue eyes observed your lips, already red and shiny caused by the mixture of saliva; they demonstrated desire, possessiveness and something very deep. — You didn't know how to decode what it was, at least not at that second. —But it was mesmerizing, a trap set for you.

"I have you." — He whispered with a distant and small smile, an action that used delicacy in your eyes along with the hot and uncontrolled breath that debated against your face; Coriolanos was giving you all the affection that coursed through his thin and surviving body. — "I'll always have you, right?"

Perhaps those words were an affirmation, a certainty that was written in an honorable and never disrespected book; or also a cryptic or wrong assumption? — You didn't know, much less had an answer that justified it and you didn't care about your trivial assumptions. — Your only action was to nod in silent agreement, earning a proud smile from your lover.

"My good girl." — A constant chill revealed itself in your belly when you heard that, then it was replaced by the relief of feeling Coriolanus's lips touching your again.

The kiss had much more pressure and strength than the previous one, there were conflicts in the middle of it; however, more desire, pleasure and intensity. — Emotions, feelings and reasons mixed between both sides. — A delightful tension.

Coriolanus, who was guiding your to the old and poorly cared for bed, reached his goal without releasing or interrupting the kiss. — God, you mentally thanked me for that. — And, quickly, he got comfortable on the mattress; placing his large hands on your waist in order to direct you to his lap and you didn't waste a single second.

The roughly worked fabric of Coriolanus's pants scraped your thighs and, surely, afflictions would appear later in the day. — In addition to feeling the bulge of his erection punctuating the thin noble fabric of your shorts; he had a privileged opportunity to feel a moistened region in that place. — Coriolanus would go mad and you were the cause of it.

While your arms were around his neck, a way of supporting yourself and getting deeper into him, the Snow boy directed one of his hands through the edge of your thin and noble shirt. — Passing under your, feeling your warm skin that avoided his cold fingers, until he stopped at one of your nipples.

Of course you were scared, it was surprising, in a pleasant way, and in the middle of the kiss, a few low whimpers were released from your mouth. — Like a bird on its singing day. — Snow was pinching your nipple, enjoying the soft, appetizing flesh; It wasn't easy for you.

"Coryo…" — A moan, this time loud and clear, with his name was the first thing you said when you stopped kissing him and it was the only thing that happened that day, little head. — Another pinch followed by a simple and frank affection.

Coriolanus's thumb walked along the tip of your nipple as if he were playing with a shirt button. — A very precious and rewarding t-shirt. — He was a damn man.

"Oh, Coryo…!" — Moving your head involved in such pleasure and excruciating pain, your neck was exposed and it didn't take long for you to become a fragile target for the Snow boy.

Small kisses, as if they were an apology that in reality they were not, prolonged seals and exultant bites filled the area. — Coriolanus marked you with vigor and exuberance, in a seductive passion; a prey that fell in love with its hunt. — He applied his scent to you, such an animalistic action.

It was sick, unhealthy and over the top. — It was the love that Coriolanus felt for you.

[mythicmanuscripts]

SUB!AEMOND HEADCANNONS

Hello lads! Sub!Aemond lives rent free in my brain so I have decided to dump some head cannons for my thoughts on it. If you like what you read here, would like me to expand on some thoughts or would like to request an imagine/blurb, then check out my blog!

Needless to say, NSFW content under the cut.

Aemond tries to seem dominant at first, especially when you first met him. But that is very much just a facade. The first time you kiss, you give his hair a little pull and he whines and whimpers and just melts.

The moment you give him an order, no matter how small, he will do it instantly. Like, he'll be pretending to be in control but then you ask him to pour your wine and instantly he's doing it, and slapping the servant's hand out of the way when they go to do it because you asked him!!

Once he's done whatever you asked of him, he looks at you. He tries to seem indifferent, but he's watching you very closely to see your reaction, he can't relax until you've thanked him and praised him. If you don't praise him, he will think that he did badly.

Speaking of praise, he THRIVES on praise. From the first time you complemented him, he's hooked. Even the smallest complement or praise will make him struggle to hide his smile.

Also, once you start to praise him regularly he just... stops caring about what anyone else to say about him? He's not trying to impress Allicent or Otto anymore, not at all. As long as you're happy with him, he needs absolutely nothing else.

He LOVES being manhandled? He never expected to like it, until one day you're kissing and you just kinda move him to whatever position you want and just melts. He loves it, he will let you do whatever you want with his body.

I actually don't think it would take very long for Aemond to submit and be vulgar? And I think this because I think that the moment you start to praise him and support him he just... he's hooked. You call him pretty and walk away and instantly he's running after you, not wanting to without you for even a moment.

He's so desperate for that love and affection that when you offer it he just can't resist, and then couple that with you actually taking charge and telling him what to do? Marriage. Marriage right now.

alright alright let's do some real NSFW absolute filth now

the day Aemond discovers he can make you cum by giving you head is the day Aemond discovers his new favourite pass time.

Not only it is just very enjoyable for him but he gets to please you?? He gets to please the person who loves him and takes care of him?? He has that person moaning his name?? God he needs it.

He will beg to give you head, will cry and whimper and shake if you tell him to fuck you immediate. He only stops whining when you promise he can use his tongue to clean you up after.

He loves when you're rough, push him against the wall, pull his hair, choke him. He just melts under your touch.

However, and this is very very very important, absolutely no humiliation. None. Zero. He can't handle that, he lets you manhandle him because he knows you love him. Treat him harsh while saying the sweetest things. Call him your sweet pretty boy while choking him.

He loves to vent to you about his day, but he wants to do it between your thighs. Aemond's ideal way to end the day is to crawl into bed, licking and sucking you to his heart's content while he complains about how fucking stupid the small council is every time he takes a breath.

I have more thoughts but this is already longer than I thought so let me know if you want more!

[bucksdaffy]

okay, so i think we all know how good tommy is for buck, right? because buck feels safe with him; he can be himself when he is around him without worrying too much (because i don't think that fear ever truly goes away when you have such abandonment issues) that he's going to scare him off (after all, tommy saw buck's perhaps less flattering sides pretty much from the get-go – his jealousy, him making an absolute fool out of himself by stumbling his way through their first date, him holding a metaphorical clipboard during chim's bachelor party – and still found him adorable; still assured him that he was interested). tommy supports him and he is there for him when he needs him the most.

but i feel like we don't talk enough about how good buck is for tommy as well. we may have not seen the true impact of it since we don't know that much about tommy as a character yet, but in these few scenes where we got to know more about him and saw how buck and tommy navigate their relationship, i think it's pretty obvious.

we know since 7x04, and we are reminded of it again in 7x10, that tommy really craves a family-like dynamic in his life. he wants to be a part of something, just like buck is. he is honest and vulnerable enough to admit that in front of him. and buck not only hears him, but he also tends to his insecurities. he verbally assures him that he does belong and that he is enough.

but he doesn't stop at just that. because words can only mean so much, and buck knows it. you never truly feel it unless you experience it. so what does buck do? he includes him. he invites him to his sister's wedding, where all the people he considers to be his family are present. he wants to show tommy that he can be a part of that family as well. so, when tommy turns up at the hospital and buck, with soot on his face, announces before god and all mankind that his guest of honor has arrived, he does it not only to show his family that he and tommy are a thing now. he also does it to show them that their little family might have expanded to include one more member. he wants tommy to further reconnect with chimney, hen, and bobby, and he wants him to get to know maddie. he offers tommy a sense of belonging he has been longing for. and he shows him that he's wanted.

this is also something that is obviously not resolved yet – it will for sure take some time until tommy truly feels like he's a part of their unit. it still seems to me like tommy might not believe his presence is that important, something buck used to struggle with pretty much up until the lightning strike. but buck has already taken action to prove to him that he matters.

pre-7x05 buck had an issue with being completely honest, not only with himself but also with others, something tommy used to struggle with up until he left the 118. but tommy motivated buck to process his feelings and accept who he really is without worrying what others may think of him.

this is not a one-sided relationship from which only buck gains something. they both complement each other well and help each other grow, which is why i feel like they work together like two pieces of a puzzle. the relationship is good for both of them, and i really hope we get to see that more in s8.

[thebrightestwitchofherage]

The UN's Official Mission report on Hamas' Sexual Violence in Israel was published

Please take your time to read this. Israeli \ Jewish victims deserve the same protection as any other women.

The brief version can be read here.

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***I am not going to include any graphic detailing.

The pattern of Sexual Violence used by Hamas is very clear:

It was one of their key goals and tactics on October 7th.

You cannot say "Female Hostages are treated well. you're lying by saying they're raped" anymore!

Notice how they also said **Children**

Civilians were in fact burned inside their homes

This is also clearly a pattern used by Hamas, as this is just one of many examples they detail. -Hamas has also burned soldiers alive in their dorms and offices. That is also further detailed in the report.

This is not fake or propaganda

I can't believe I have to write this but this report is an official report (finally) made by the UN's Sexual Violence Office, as part of their yearly report.

They had a 2-week delegation that toured the actual Kibbutzim (turned crime scenes), interviewed eyewitnesses, spoke to families of victims, etc...

___

I do have to say I was mistaken in my earlier post, besides their conclusion, they have also written their recommendations:

...." V. Conclusions

Overall, based on the totality of information gathered from multiple and independent sources at the different locations, there are reasonable grounds to believe that conflict-related sexual violence occurred at several locations across the Gaza periphery, including in the form of rape and gang rape, during the 7 October 2023 attacks. Credible circumstantial information, which may be indicative of some forms of sexual violence, including genital mutilation, sexualized torture, or cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment, was also gathered. 22

With regards to the hostages, the mission team found clear and convincing information that some hostages taken to Gaza have been subjected to various forms of conflict-related sexual violence and has reasonable grounds to believe that such violence may be ongoing.

The mission team was unable to establish the prevalence of sexual violence and concludes that the overall magnitude, scope, and specific attribution of these violations would require a fully-fledged investigation. A comprehensive investigation would enable the information base to be expanded in locations which the mission team was not able to visit and to build the required trust with survivors/victims of conflict-related sexual violence who may be reluctant to come forward at this point.

Regarding the occupied Palestinian Territory, while its scope did not extend to verification, the mission team received information from institutional and civil society sources as well as through direct interviews, about some forms of sexual violence against Palestinian men and women in detention settings, during house raids and at checkpoints. Though the mission team did not visit Gaza, the Office of the SRSG-SVC will continue to monitor the situation for any relevant allegations of CRSV in the context of the ongoing hostilities. The relevant UN entities present in the occupied Palestinian Territory will provide UN-verified information for reporting to the Security Council on allegations of CRSV, which will be complemented by the information obtained by the mission team.

VI. Recommendations

The mission team makes the following recommendations: a) Continue to encourage the Government of Israeli to grant, without further delay, access to the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights and the Independent International Commission of Inquiry on the occupied Palestinian Territory, including East Jerusalem and Israel, to carry-out fully-fledged investigations into all alleged violations that would deepen the preliminary findings contained in the present report. b) Urge Hamas and other armed groups to immediately and unconditionally release all individuals held in captivity and to ensure their protection including from sexual violence, in line with international law. c) Call on all relevant and competent bodies, national and international, to bring all perpetrators, regardless of rank or affiliation, to justice based on individual, superior and command responsibility, in accordance with due process of law and fair trial standards. d) Encourage the Government of Israel to consider signing a Framework of Cooperation with the Office of the SRSG-SVC to strengthen capacity on justice and accountability for CRSV crimes as well as security sector engagement, training, and oversight to prevent and address CRSV. 23 e) Strengthen the capacity of the United Nations to monitor and report on incidents, patterns and trends of CRSV in both Israel and the occupied Palestinian Territory through the establishment of the Monitoring, Analysis and Reporting Arrangements on CRSV (MARA), convened by dedicated technical specialists, namely Women’s Protection Advisors (WPAs), deployed to the region to ensure prevention, protection and coordinated multi-sectoral assistance to survivors/victims. f) Encourage relevant actors to uphold information integrity and ethical, trauma-informed representations of conflict-related sexual violence, including by respecting and safeguarding the dignity and identity of survivors/victims and witnesses of sexual violence, as sensationalizing headlines, media pressure and scrutiny, exposure of identity, political instrumentalization and pressure, and/or fear of reprisal can result in the suppression, silencing and discrediting of survivors/victims and witnesses, further compound trauma and increase the risk of social stigmatization. g) Urge all parties to the conflict to adopt a humanitarian ceasefire, and to ensure that expertise on addressing conflict-related sexual violence informs the design and implementation of all ceasefire and political agreements and that the voices of women and affected communities are heard in all conflict resolution and peacebuilding processes....."

Israelis have been repeatedly saying all of this for months now, while you deny it. I've personally had people tell me it's all "fake propaganda". You should all be ashamed.

I am infuriated at the fact that for 5 months, our evidence and word isn't enough for Anti-Zionists. Here is some undeniable proof for you.

Believe Jewish Women.

[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card: Who will you be with by Next September? [Autumn Themed]

Left ->Right = Pile 1->Pile 3

Introduction

This is simply a reading as to who you would be in a relationship with by next September if you ever got into one in the coming few months.

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Pile 1

This person you will be with will be someone that enjoys reading, being cozy, and has keen intellectual interests. They might be someone who prefers quiet nights in, discussing ideas and philosophies.

The Hermit card reflects someone introspective, wise, and focused on intellectual pursuits. They are likely an avid reader, enjoying moments of solitude to delve deep into their thoughts. Their introspection will draw you into meaningful conversations. The Hierophant on the other hand symbolizes a person with a strong sense of tradition and learning. They enjoy studying and expanding their knowledge, possibly someone with academic or scholarly leanings. This partner may also be involved in teaching or mentoring in some capacity. The Four of Swords has appeared. This card suggests a person who values peace and quiet, often retreating to rest and recharge. They enjoy cozy evenings, curling up with a book, and might even love a peaceful, intellectual escape.

The person in Pile 1 is an intellectual, possibly a deep thinker who enjoys intellectual stimulation in the form of books, discussions, and reflection. Their quiet, cozy, and introspective nature could make them someone with whom you enjoy tranquil, thoughtful moments.

What this partner will love about you:

Your own thoughtful and reflective nature that engages them in deep conversations.

Your curiosity and desire to be deep, which complements their love for knowledge.

Your ability to create a peaceful, comforting environment where they can relax.

Your appreciation for quiet moments and intellectual intimacy.

Your shared love of cozy nights in, enjoying books, or discussing meaningful topics.

What you will love about this partner:

Their intellectual depth and ability to challenge and expand your thinking.

Their calm and introverted nature, making every moment spent together feel tranquil.

Their passion for books, philosophy, or academic pursuits, which brings exciting conversations.

Their deep wisdom and introspection, making them feel like an old soul.

Their ability to create an atmosphere of coziness and mental stimulation.

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Pile 2

This individual has a rich ancestry and is deeply connected to their family roots. They are on a journey to fulfill a family destiny, with a strong sense of heritage and purpose.

The Emperor card has shown up - This card represents a strong, authoritative figure, likely someone who takes their responsibilities seriously. They may be following in their family's footsteps or playing an important role in maintaining a legacy. Stability and tradition are important to them. The Six of Cups card often relates to nostalgia and family ties. It suggests that this person has a deep emotional connection to their ancestry, with childhood memories and family traditions playing a huge role in their life. They might be seeking to honor their lineage in everything they do. The Chariot appeared - This card indicates determination and purpose. This individual is on a personal or family-driven quest, possibly fulfilling a family mission. They are goal-oriented, and their journey is connected to honoring their past while paving a new path forward.

Your Person in Pile 2 is deeply rooted in their ancestry, driven by a mission or legacy connected to their family. They are likely on a path of self-discovery and fulfillment of a familial destiny. Tradition, family values, and legacy will be central in their life and relationship.

What this partner will love about you:

Your thoughtful and reflective nature that engages them in deep conversations and lighthearted topics.

Your curiosity and desire to enjoy life, which complements their love for life.

Your ability to create an exciting environment where they can relax and have fun as well.

Your appreciation for fun-filled moments and emotional intimacy and banter.

Your shared love of cozy nights in and time spent out, enjoying time together as a family as well as individually together, or discussing topics with a sense of lighthearted banter.

What you will love about this partner:

Their depth and ability to challenge and expand your thinking.

Their calm, chaotic and extroverted nature, making every moment spent together feel tranquil.

Their passion for exciting games, books, academic pursuits or travel pursuits, which brings exciting conversations.

Their deep wisdom and introspection, making them feel like an old soul as well as their family oriented nature.

Their ability to create an atmosphere of coziness and mental stimulation.

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Pile 3

This individual loves to indulge in the pleasures of life, wining and dining in luxurious settings. They are drawn to intimate, romantic evenings, especially indoors with soft candlelight and a glass of wine.

The Lovers - A card of passion and romantic connection, this suggests a deeply affectionate and intimate relationship. This person thrives on the closeness that comes with romantic gestures, and they will likely prioritize spending quality, indulgent time together. The Nine of Cups - Known as the "wish fulfillment" card, this individual loves to enjoy life’s pleasures. They are all about indulgence, comfort, and creating an atmosphere of luxury. Their happiness stems from sharing those beautiful moments, like sipping wine under candlelight. The Four of Wands - This card represents celebration and joyful union. It indicates that this person loves creating an environment of warmth and joy, often hosting or planning intimate gatherings. They may find happiness in celebrating life's small and big moments with you in a romantic setting.

The person in Pile 3 is a romantic who loves indulgence and intimacy. They enjoy wining and dining, candlelight moments, and spending cozy evenings indoors. They will likely cherish every moment of closeness and will make sure your time together feels luxurious and warm.

What this partner will love about you:

Your romantic nature and appreciation for their thoughtful gestures.

Your love for intimate, cozy evenings together, enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

Your ability to indulge in luxurious moments without taking things too seriously.

Your openness to being pampered and enjoying life’s finer things.

Your desire to spend quality, romantic time together indoors, which matches their own preferences.

What you will love about this partner:

Their passion for romance and attention to detail, making every moment feel special.

Their indulgent nature and love of creating luxurious, intimate experiences.

Their focus on making you feel loved and cherished through thoughtful, romantic gestures.

Their deep appreciation for the cozy, candlelit atmosphere and other luxurious date nights and lovely hangouts that they always plan for and provide.

Their ability to create a warm, loving environment that feels like a constant celebration of your connection.

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[im-just-a-boy-guys]

Expanding on an idea I had, I'll link the post :3

(MULTIMONSTER/GLORYHOLE/AFAB/FTM/ANY BODY TYPE/WERE-TIGER/ORC)

(3.8k words)

(CNC/FREE-USE/MONSTERKINK/GLORYHOLE/ANAL/ORAL/VAGANAL)

SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM TO SEE THE REFERENCES OF THE CREATURES!<3

(Heads up, pink text is just for unassorted side characters, they might make an appearance in future parts of the fic, and might have their own colors then.)

You walk into the facility excitedly. You had passed the screening, background check, drug test, lab work, and numerous other loops to fill the position you had applied for. You knew it was a sex-working job, but didn't have much more information than that, which you didn't mind.

You walked up to the front desk with your paperwork to greet the busty woman sitting there, her bright green eyes darting up at you from beneath her bangs. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders and the coils, along with her breasts bounced lightly as she moved. A flush of red swam across your cheeks and you tried to avert your gaze, pushing your view back up to her eyes.

"Hello!, I'm (y/n)! I'm here to see-", By the time you'd gotten past your name, she'd already found you on the list.

"Ah! (y/n), Spelled like this right?", She showed you the clipboard and smiled, pointing to your name with a pen. You nodded and returned her cheery expression.

"Yep! That's me!", She nodded and stood, you could now see her red, partially unbuttoned blouse and tight, black, knee-length skirt. As your eyes traveled down her body, they fell on her lovely bright red heels. All of these colors complemented her Olive skin delightfully, so much so that it was very difficult not to stare.

"Come on, hun. Follow me.", I wandered closely behind her and she led me into a large warehouse-type hallway, with many different doors leading into different hallways or rooms. We walked down the hallway and into a blue door on the left. She scanned her keycard and the door buzzed open.

"Once you've been here for a couple of days and decide that you'd like to continue, we will give you a keycard. Until then, I will come let you in."

The door opened into a large waiting area, The flooring was a beautiful dark wood, leading up to the furniture. All of the furniture was luxurious, the arms swirling elegantly. The couches and chairs were a red fabric with black flowers strewn across them, little whisps of swirls against the flower pattern. There was a Traditional Gold Damask on Bright Red Wallpaper lining the walls, all the way to a front desk with another woman with red hair and blue eyes looking up from her paperwork through her glasses.

"Oh! Is this the new hire? They're gorgeous!"

"Yes isn't he? I just know the clientele is going to love him. Alright, Cassandra, I'm going to take him back. Don't send in anyone too rough until his third day please."

She smiled and Cassandra nodded, "Of course Andromeda. As always."

She returned to her paperwork and the dark-haired woman led me into a room with an "Employees only" Sign.

"Alright, and If you just strip down, You'll be led to your room for the night. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, would you prefer human clients or monsters-", You'd almost forgotten monsters would be an option, but you felt your heart race at the idea. You'd never been with a monster before and the very thought put slick between your thighs.

"Monsters- please.", You said politely. She nodded and left you in the room by yourself. You looked into the body-length mirror as you undressed, hearing Cassandra's words in your head, calling you gorgeous. You were feeling super confident.

You heard a soft rap on your door, "May I come in, (y/n)?"

"Yes, I'm ready...", You bashfully covered yourself but only slightly. Andromeda smiled at you and gave you a soft look up and down.

"You look beautiful, come with me this way to your room.", You nodded and walked slowly behind her as she opened the door and led you down the red hallway, Along the wall, there were dark, red cushioned lifts that hung about 3 feet above the ground. The same wallpaper as the waiting room shines softly in the dim lighting. The woman opened a door with her keycard, another "Employees only" sign hanging from it.

As you entered, the hallway wrapped around as if to mirror the one you were just in, full of box-like rooms that were slightly elevated. She opened one of the secure doors, as you looked inside, the room was filled with that same, cushioned material, a pillow built into a table in the middle, and a red button hung next to the door.

"I'm going to open the door and you will put your rear end and your knees on the other side of the wall. It will secure your hips in place, and you will put your abdomen on this table. when your lower half is secured, this wall will open a small hole in front of you and the table will adjust you fowars slightly, or this wall will get closer to you."

You tried to keep up with what she was saying as you looked all over the room, figuring out how the mechanisms functioned so well. There must've been a lot of science, engineering, and thought put into these rooms. Andromeda scanned her card on the button pad, which helped adjust the walls and seating.

Once your hips were through the wall, and your knees were comfortable; you adjusted the closeness of the wall, and a hole opened up. The hole was right up next to your mouth and you couldn't help but daydream. Just thinking about the randomly colored cocks that would be in your face, how they might taste, and how thick they might be. More slick dripped down your thigh and you prayed no one would notice.

"Alright, are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Ma'am", She looked over her clipboard at how you addressed her as she checked off boxes, you almost wished she would play with you herself, now shamelessly staring at her chest, or at least what you could see under her clipboard.

"Would you like an aphrodisiac?", You looked at her confused and blushed.

"What- is that?", Andromeda put her clipboard to her hip and smiled,

"It's a drug, more spasifically a gass for us as a compsany, that makes you feel extra- in the mood."

She winked and chuckled. You nodded and looked down shamefully, "Yes please-"

"Alright hun, I'll be sure to set you up before we open. I'm going to ho around to the other side and make sure your legs are as open as they need to be, Ill close the wall once you're adjusted and we'll help all the other girls in. While you're waiting well hit you with the drugs okay?"

"Mhm"

You answered softly and let yourself relax, resting your arms on the rectangular table, your back arching softly as you adjusted. You were happy to find there was another armrest and a small lift button for the table. You messed with it, raising the table slightly and lowering it. You rested your arms on the wall, armrest, practicing how you would suck on the monsters that offered their cocks to you. Andromeda could be heard behind you,

"Oh, my~", she giggled softly as she examined you.

"Someone's exited huh? Alright, do you mind if I touch your legs and thighs? Make you look presentable?"

"No, I dont mind."

She hummed softly as her soft hands wrapped around your calves, pulling your legs carefully apart and gently spreading your pussy lips but making sure not to touch your aching hole. You wished she would, you imagined her acrylics gently rubbing at your insides, her fingertips rubbing your G-spot. You gasped softly when you felt her spread you, and she heard.

"Alright, you're all set up and look monster-ready", She chuckled and made her way back to the front hallway.

"Ok sweety, I'm going to close the holes around you and obviously the one in front of you will just close. The room will fill with a light gass, but it shouldn't feel suffocating. If it does, or anything hurts or goes wrong, press that red button to your left. Am I understood?"

You nodded and looked into her bright green eyes. You wanted to make her proud and prove you deserved to stay and that you could do the best at your job. Maybe you'd get a reward for doing well.

The hole closed and the wall behind you clenched tightly around your hips. This made you feel secure and the squeeze made you feel secure. A robotic voice sounded in a speaker,

"Is your waist secured too tightly?", I sat there for a moment and I answered out loud not sure what else I could do.

"No."

"Good. Prepare for Aphrodisiac.", As the voice went silent, you heard a soft hissing, and quiet music began to play. You took a few purposeful deep breaths as you let your mind wander to the various creatures that might violate you.

You hadn't realized how much time had gone by and soon the hole in front of you opened up and the hole around your hip loosened slightly. You could hear talking behind you, a deep gruff voice sounding out.

"Good- gods... Look at this one-", Another voice soon to follow.

"Damn, I wonder how good his mouth is...(y/n) huh? Cute name. I'll take the mouth first then we can swap out."

You looked down to see the drool pooled against your chin and your face flushed in embarrassment. You sat upright, trying to ready yourself for the fun.

"Ooh. You're really exited for this huh?", A harsh slap fell across your ass, causing you to moan out. The creature laughed and you felt a pointed tip against your sloppy hole.

Soon a thick, green cock was pushed through the hole in front of you, the pre-cum-covered tip pressed lightly against your cheek. The feeling of it was amazing, the drugs filling your head with so much glee. You rested your weight on your elbows and took hold of; what you were assuming was an orc's cock with both hands and rubbed the leaking, pink-tinted tip all over your face.

A soft groan could be heard from the other side of the wall and the creature began to thrust into the hole and against your face.

"Fuuck yes.. god whatever you're doing, pretty boy- keep going-", This excited you, and you happily obliged, and began to softly kiss against his soft tip. You smeared his leaking cum against your lips like salty lipgloss.

The animal behind you thrusted into your cunt roughly, causing you to pull the Orc just into your lips and moan out around him.

"Mmm!", You pushed your hips back against the man behind you.

"Very eager arent you, Sweetheart... I'm going to make you into a delightful little cum-mutt.", he growled as he began to push his hips forward into you, filling you and letting your walls stretch around him, all the way down to his inflating knot.

You were praying it was a Were-Tiger, you loved how handsome they were, their enticing colors, a Lion, or maybe a panther- the daydreams swam around in your head as you began to throat the Orc without much thought, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip.

"Oh my god, that's so fucking good- yes- Good boy. I might become a regular if you keep this up...", this was encouragement, and you began to suck him into your throat deeper, bobbing your head faster.

You felt a set of claws sink into your hips deeply, but not breaking skin as the creature behind you pounded into you and pressed his knot as hard as he could against you. It was obvious how much he wanted to force it in.

The hole in front of you was big enough to fit the orc's balls through and you used one hand to steady his cock in your mouth, the other reaching down to fondle and squeeze them teasingly. Another soft hissing noise filled the space next to you and a little of the gas spilled out of the holes, encouraging the monsters to be more aggressive with you.

Your holes were getting violently fucked from both ends now and you could feel their lengths pulsing and throbbing against your walls and esophagus. You moaned loudly over the orc's cock, the vibrations sending him into a thrusting frenzy as he forced himself as deeply into your mouth as he could, cum filling your throat quicker than you could swallow, the warmth flooding your chest as you tried not to gag and choke.

Soon after, you felt the man behind you shove his knot into you as he came, his sharp tip pressing against your sensitive cervix. You squirted against him and pressed back against him, trying to ride out your orgasm on his knot. As your pussy clenched and grabbed at his cock, he made sure to grind with you, milking himself as much as he could. The orc pulled out of the hole in front of you and you could hear his heavy breathing as he leaned on the wall.

"Oh my- fuck that was so good.."

You moaned even louder, now that your mouth wasn't full as the man began to fuck you with his knot, popping it in and out as he continued to drain himself. He pulled out and groped your ass affectionately. You happily spaced out and arched your back, laying down and breathing for a moment. After about two minutes you felt a set of two giant fingers rub up and down your pussy and asshole.

The orc was using both you and the man's juices to lubricate both of your holes. You pushed your hips back against his fingers needily.

"Hold on sweet boy. I'll be inside of you soon.", This made you let out a soft pathetic whine, and then a thick, red, textured cock entered the hole in front of you. You immediately wrapped your mouth and hand around him excitedly, circling your tongue around his length.

A roar sounded from the other side, and he immediately began to fuck your mouth, which you were practically begging for. One of the orc's fingers slipped into your pussy, filling it even more than the other creature's cock did.

You drooled more around the man's length and rubbed him vigorously as you finally got to see the knot that filled you. You reached up with your free hand and treated him as you did the orc, massaging his knot and squeezing it tightly.

The orc pushed his fingers into you, into both stretching your holes. He eased them into you and your walls clenched hungrily around them. He chuckled and removed his finger from your pussy, keeping one in your virgin asshole. He moved his finger gently in and out and you could feel his tip against your cunt. The idea of his pretty tip against you made you clench more, just to squeeze out any of your slicks that you could. You'd spend all day sucking it if you could.

"Good boy~ Keep up like that and I'm going to cum down your delicious- feeling throat. God yes- right there-", The man in front of you cooed at you and you moaned around his tip louder as the orc entered you. You swirled your tongue aggressively around his tip and flicked your tongue over the small crease and hole.

His hips spasmed, forcing his cock into your mouth as his throbbing cock spewed warm, sticky cum into your mouth. You pushed your head forward to get the rest of him into your mouth, even trying to fit his knot into your mouth. You felt like your jaw was going to unhinge, but were almost excited to suck on it.

"Ugh- F-God!!", He milked himself into your mouth and tried to help shove himself into your hungry jaws, almost getting off to the feeling of your teeth scraping against his large knot.

The orc pushed himself into you deeply, enough to tease himself by rubbing against the hole of your cervix.

"Mmm, you're so tight-", He chuckled deeply and pulled his finger out of your ass and took your hips into his hands, gripping you securely as he began to thrust in and out.

The man in front of you pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp and cough softly. You wiped your mouth and giggled dazedly, happily arching your back for the monster behind you.

It wasn't long before he couldn't help himself and began to greedily move faster. A soft tapping could be heard as his balls slapped softly against your clit, providing extra stimulation for yourself. You moaned loudly and cursed softly.

You began to grope your tits, pinching at your nipples with one hand and ducking on your fingers with the other, missing the feeling of something in your mouth. Your tongue felt lonely, but your pussy was being very well taken care of. The orc was shaped so wonderfully, his cock was slightly thicker in the middle, rubbing every single weak spot you had. You wanted to hold in your orgasm for as long as possible but were not successful, squirting against him and pushing your hips back into him to encourage your orgasm.

He happily moved his hips slower, guiding you through the rest of your orgasm. After you'd finished, he pulled out of you and pressed himself against you asshole.

"Now, I get to treat you like a real boy-", He laughed and pushed himself roughly into your ass and moved aggressively. The orc was needy for your tightness, huffing and grunting like an animal as he took you. You could feel his big hands wrapping around your whole waist as he used you like a fleshlight.

A heavy fog settled over you as you lay down against the table, happily just trying to relax your body for the other. You could hear the other creature talking to the orc behind you.

"God he looks so good when he's full, and his pussy is leaking cum.", The orc laughed as he thrusted.

"Isn't he? and his ass is so fucking tight- I can't get enough. We'll- UIgh- definitely have to come back-", The orc leaned forward and rested some of his weight against your back, you could feel the warmth and sweat on his chest. Your whines and whimpers subsided to quiet breaths of foggy salvation.

"We should request a private room with him, if he ended up a perma-hire." You could sense the other monster's eyes on you. You imagined him looking down at you like a steak and drooling against the soft fabric beneath you.

"God- I'm so close-", The orc grunted as he drove himself as hard as he could into you, groaning and laughing as he fucked you into a happy stupor. You felt a hot liquid burst into you and you screamed out, your tongue hanging out like a dog.

He panted and held himself inside of you for a moment before carefully pulling out. They both laughed softly and ran their hands and paws over your thighs and waist.

"You did so good for us pretty boy, we'll be back to see you again if we can. Maybe we'll have the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face. It has to be as beautiful as your body."

They both gave your ass a good slap before you heard them leave. After a moment, you heard mechanisms wiring and the door around your hips was opened as well as the door in front of you. Your eyes drifted up to see the busty secretary who led you back here.

"Hiii Andromedaaa...", You slurred softly and giggled, absolutely fucked out of your mind. She smiled down at you and moved the hair out of your face.

"Did you have fun darling?", Her voice was soft and she held her clipboard up with her pen ready.

"It was very wonderful, I had so much fun.", She nodded and wrote something down.

"Mhm. Did they treat you well?", Her eyes didn't leave her paper.

"Yes, Ma'am.", She once more wrote something down and helped you out of the machine after tucking the clipboard under her arm. You smiled and wobbled slightly.

"Would you like some help? We have some really strong staff who can hold you up or carry you to your room to rest.", You nodded and looked around, trying to find something for you to steady yourself. Andromeda pulled a small walkie-talkie from her pocket and spoke into it.

"Hey, Can you send a carrier here, to hall 3-A please?", Within mere moments, a woman walked into the hall, she must've been at least 5ft 11'. You gawked at her, she was built very strongly, her breasts blending with muscle.

"Hello, I'll be your Carrior for the night. May I?", She smiled and opened her arms, taking a step closer. You nodded and replied softly. She had a soft Southern accent that made me swoon.

"Mhm- Please-", You reached out for her and did your best to stumble over to her. She picked you up carefully, bridal style. You looked up and studied her features. She had Darker skin than Andromeda's olive tint, a delightful, deep caramel color. Her hair was up in a ponytail or a messy bun, you couldn't tell very well. It looked to be a box dyed red but over her already dark hair.

She carried you to the room you had undressed in and into a side room you hadn't noticed. It was a bathroom with a luxurious bath and she gently laid you in it.

"Would you like me to turn on the water for you?", Her face tinted slightly darker as she looked you over.

"Yes please", You smiled up at her, blushing as well. She turned the water on to a nice hot temperature used a small picture and filled it with warm water, gently rinsing you off. The bath was then plugged and she pulled another pitcher off of the counter that was full of a creme-colored liquid and what looked like flower petals.

"If you dont mind my sayin' so- you look very pretty, uhm-", She gingerly poured the milk bath mixture into the water and over your body.

"(Y/N)", You added and giggled at her bashfullness.

"Got it. Well, I'm gonna let you clean up alright? Sure you can manage?", She stood, folding her arms in front of her like a bouncer at a club.

"Yes, I think I'll be alright.", You giggled more and smiled big. She nodded and opened the door to leave.

"You just uh- Let me know if you need me alright?"

"Alright.", You watched as she left and waited until hearing the second door to your room close before squealing happily, the night had gone amazingly and you'd been carried back to your room by the most attractive woman you thought you'd ever seen. You'd definitely be staying.

(Not my art, found on google :3)

[idv-sunsxin3]

Toons with Caretaker! Reader // Dandy's world

Scenario/writing

I don't know if I would consider this as an AU or some illogical noncanon implement based - but here's my personal idea(I won't take criticism, I'm very self-conscious with what I self-endulge--)

Reader in this scenario is actually one caretaker who has phenomenal ability to clone themselves into multiple versions of them. It was an original idea for the prototype Y/N to be a caretaker that replaced the "missing one" for only one certain toon... in this case scenario, Toodles'. However, what was shocking is that the toons happen to take a liking of the caretaker of the same face... same charisma and tenderness.

So the company decided to expand their research and enhanced Y/N's  capacities to clone themselves for a certain amount of time and train their cognitive and physical strength...

The only condition was for the original Y/N to stay intact in order for the clone to not get affected... and for the caretaking service not to be full-time.

Y/N was considered a "human" with not much personal information written in their files, making a perfect specimen to be recruited as a caretaker.

"Caretaker Y/N held so much love and care for these toons and children." An audio is heard from a tape record, "But keep in mind there is only one Y/N, not the others."

Unlike the original, who is often seen wearing a rainbow uniform. every Y/N caretaker wears respective colors and uniforms that complement the toon assigned.

Eventually... the company eventually abandoned the project along with the Gardenview center. The other caretaker counterparts left as well after acknowledging the crisis of their labor. This left Y/N no longer having maintenance service.

Y/N, being a determined one for the sake of what they care for, decided to bring this matter into their hands...

According to the conditions the Gardenview has been through in the aftermath, with twisted wandering around the floors and mysterious chores leaking in dark places...

They decided to redesign their clones to be capable of teaching toons how to handle situations and keep themselves safe whenever they couldn’t be able to be there at certain times(by that, Caretaker Y/N had to go through all the research collected by the toons, in hope for these twisted  entities to diminish, or some cure for them.)

Of course, these are tough feats. Not even Y/N would handle them by themselves. After a few days scouting around the abandoned ruins, they eventually came to the conclusion to reluctantly accept their beloved toons' assistance, who for some reason have to help with Dandy's little obsession with the tapes...

That's the moment Y/N realizes their rainbow baby just discovered capitalism... (nice.????)

But well- they must have to learn the truth themselves too. They don't deserve to be put in the shadows....not like them, again.

With this transition of events, the toons not only acknowledge the caretaker as their guardian angel who would guide them in necessary circumstances or cherish them. But also a "professor" for some toons like Shelly and Rodger.

"Professor Y/N has a lot of knowledge to offer... from the locations of where fossils are concentrated and how ichor machines function around the building! Even i love asking questions, so they're always happily helping me." Shelly states in an audio tape.

Under their guidance, it allow toons to maintain a safe circle from the chaotic world they're confined in. Offering love, affirmation, rationality, and advice.

Toons, at some point, learned that everything they share with the clones, the original Catetaker would know as well... their contact with the guardian being accessible both directly and indirectly.

This is pretty good for those who wanted to express their feelings so the original can come to them personally when requested... while some prefer privacy and space for themselves, which the Caretaker acknowledges.

As Y/N is the same person, not all toons are the same.

Sometimes, some toons don't mind sharing and prefer to spend time with the original caretaker(who do not mind dropping everything temporarily for both happiness and safety for them). On the other hand... Some prefer to keep the caretaker to themselves, bringing some jealousy.

(This includes Dandy... )

Nonetheless, Caretaker Y/N remains loving. They cherish all toons unconditionally. Even if cherishing is part of their job, they came into learning how to love them all independently.

_____

//Caretaker Voicelines//

//Lobby Radio//

"All elevators are in service... please be careful on your way there."

"Make space for everyone's path. We have a lot of room!"

"Come to my lab if any injuries should be reported, please. I want to make sure everyone is in good shape!"

"Good morning, good afternoon, good night..!"

"What shall we do today, Mm? It's time to check the bulletin board..."

(Rare) "Guys... why are you banging your head into the tree...?"

//before Elevator closes//

"Good luck, my friends."

"Stay safe, I'll always be waiting here."

"I'll watch over you from here."

"Love you all... Please take care."

(Toodles in the party)"Toodles, you know what to do! Sh..." *soft shhs before babbling spy music goofs*

"Remember... Don't take Dandy personally, Lil' fella doesn't even know what he is saying...-"

//Coming back from a run//

"Welcome back - how are you doing?"

"Tired? Poor thing... now now, come to the dorm room as I make your bed."

"Something wrong? No, dear, there's nothing wrong back there. You had quite a run there! I'm so proud of you."

"Hey there! You're just in time... check out your progress you just did, champ!"

[xxj-t]

A Scarlet Invitation

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto, Manami Suda

Suguru x Fem Reader x Gojo

Summary: You are a part of Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo's "organization". Not only do you crush on both of them, but you are the upmost fascinated by them. One day however, you catch them in the middle of something, and you are caught but a pair of blue stunning eyes…

A/N: This is my first time writing Satosugu so I hope I did well in executing this one shot. Took me a while to do this, but I had fun writing it. Please enjoy these feral cult leaders! :)

Warnings: Threesome, Cult Leaders, Murder/Blood, Feral Gojo, Oral Sex, Penetration, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Face Riding

Word Count: 14.3k

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Staring in your mirror as you get ready for the day, has you drifting in the abyss of your thoughts. This is almost like a routine now; it was so easy to go into that place and ponder on how the day will go. Playing it all out how you would like it to be, but it never goes as planned of course. 

It was so easy to daydream about...them. 

“I hope today I get to speak to them...or if they even care enough to hold a conversation with me,” you think to yourself. 

From time to time, these thoughts always wander in your head. You had to shake those thoughts away though. Of course they care! They are your leaders for crying out loud. They even know everyone by name. 

 A long-drawn sigh blows past your lips as you keep looking over yourself. 

To you it was always important to double check, triple check even, to make sure you look presentable. “Dress to impress” as people say. Do you dress up for them? Yes, but also you do it for yourself too. 

Look good, feel good.

Both of those men were so handsome, so inviting...and yet fearsome as well. However, that is what made you fall in love with them even more. Those two complemented each other quite well, they were two peas in a pod. Nothing can get between them, they were the duo. 

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto.

You joined their group nearly five months ago. From time to time you were able to have conversations with them, although sometimes the conversations were short or they were unable to stick around often. Sometimes it’s easy to catch them roaming around or see them from time to time, but then again, they are usually busy. You would apologize for keeping them, but they always insisted on keeping the conversation going when they were able to. It made you feel right at home. They took a liking to you and they enjoyed your talks when you had the chance to say hello. It’s just been a while since you were able to do that.

Checking yourself over in the mirror, you make a few final touches here and there. Once you are satisfied, you smile to yourself and glance over at the clock on your wall noticing the time. Hopefully today won’t be too eventful, you hope to take it easy today, but that could always change.

You never know what can come up; expect the unexpected. 

"Everyone take your seats. Master Geto and Master Gojo will be here any minute!” Manami announces to the open room.  

Apparently, there was a big meeting planned at the last minute. Something about Suguru and Gojo wanting to expand the organization further out to neighboring cities; they were looking for people to run it. It sounds pretty serious and yet exciting. You were happy to hear of this news. Maybe you can be one of those people to lead it? Although, you were still fairly new and you hardly knew anything of running an organization. Let alone hundreds of people! 

You’ll just leave that up to the ones who can handle that. 

Everyone settled down eventually and you all waited for quite some time. Some people were getting worried, or antsy. It was common for them to always be on time, but sometimes they weren’t. They could do what they wanted to anyways, not that you didn’t care, if you were in their position, you would probably do the same. Your eyes roam around the room seeing others chatter amongst themselves

It has taken a while to familiarize yourself with your surroundings and the people. Like you, many lived here in the facility, and some live in their own homes. You decided to live here after you heard about their teachings and went to go see for yourself. It was perfect timing since you were in the process of looking for something new. That’s when you decided for yourself, that this was a great opportunity to learn. So being here really brought you joy.

Luckily, everyone was really nice towards you. There were many times you got lost or were even too nervous to speak, but they were all patient and welcoming. Alas, they all were like minded. 

As you reminisce, the sound of the door sliding open pulls you out of your thoughts. 

They’re here.

The whole room’s atmosphere shifts. 

Everyone bows their head to greet them. Every time they entered, it was always so quiet. Not only that but it always felt tense, but it eventually faded into something more settling.

Immediately you follow suit and wait until you hear the sound of not only one, but two people taking their seats in the front of the room. 

However, you only hear one?

“My apologies everyone. I had some things to take care of.” Gosh, his voice was so soothing, you could listen to him all day long. But you did notice a hint of annoyance in his tone. “Gojo is running behind too I see...”

It sounds like he wasn’t expecting that.

“We will start without him. Rise.” 

With that being said, you all raise your head up and get into a comfortable seating position. Your eyes lift to capture a glimpse of Master Geto...how gorgeous he was. His long black locs in a half up and half down hairstyle tucked behind his gauges, and his signature look finished off by his patterned kasaya. 

Beautiful. 

He sits there in his seat upon the platform on the cushion below him, with his knee bent and his elbow propped up on it, eyes roaming the crowd. His gaze is soft, and at the same time...chilling. 

“Thank you for coming so suddenly, we have big news to discuss. Which I am sure you know what it is already about. I hope that you all will be thrilled for what is to come.” He rubs his chin and scans over everyone. When his eyes land on you however, it feels as though your whole world stopped.  

Shit, he was looking directly at you. 

His dark eyes linger on you for a few more moments before he tears his gaze away with a smirk before he begins his speech. Jeez, you could melt in your seat right now. 

It was so hard to focus on his words after that. 

Some time passed, and Gojo still hasn’t shown up. Once in a while, Suguru would glance over towards the door at the back of the room or the time displayed on the wall. He was the patient type, not showing his irritation, but you always wondered how he did it. Especially since Gojo really liked to push Suguru’s buttons. 

It was silent among the room until there was a burst through the door. Everyone turns their attention towards the interruption. 

Low and behold, Gojo Satoru himself.

Just as always, he has that wild grin plastered on his face. He adjusts his black blindfold as he makes his way inside, fixing his white haori that seems to be messy. It looks like he just got out of bed or something. He whistles his way up to his seat and waves to everyone as they bow their heads in greeting. 

“Heh, hello, everyone! Sorry I’m late!” He takes his place on the left side of Suguru. He looks over at the followers and turns his head over to Suguru with a wide grin, meeting his gaze.

Grinning, like he wasn’t twenty minutes late! 

“Satoru...you’re late.” Suguru shakes his head. 

“Whaaat? I said I was sorry. Had a few...distractions.” Gojo shrugs his shoulders and tosses his head from side to side to work out the kinks in his neck. 

As soon as he said that, the door behind everyone opened, and in came a woman who was fixing her clothing. She looks...out of breath and red in the face. Gojo looks in her general direction discreetly, but nonchalantly humming to himself. Suguru glances over to the lady who takes a seat towards the back, trying to hide herself amongst the crowd. 

Gojo flicks his hand in the air. “Enough with the formalities everyone, raise your heads.” 

It’s crazy how he can see everything with his blindfold on, it’s so eerie to think about. 

Suguru looks over Gojo, noticing the way his clothes were wrinkly, including the way his black pants looked all lopsided. He knows what Gojo was really doing.

He sighs to himself and faces the audience. As much as he would like to tell him off, he will deal with him later. You couldn’t help but slightly smile at his annoyance towards Gojo. Their bickering was quite entertaining, but also you feel for Suguru.

Later on, the meeting came to a close. Everyone was dismissed to return to their duties for the day. Before leaving, you want to take this chance to greet the duo. Perhaps hold a conversation with them as well, you just hope they don’t leave right away.

Making your way through the crowd, you already see a small line forming to speak with them, luckily it was only a few people; you can definitely make it. Once you are close enough to approach them, someone taps you on your right shoulder. You turn around seeing one of your acquaintances who looks worried. There was a panicked look on her face. 

“Aya, are you okay?” You cock your head to the side trying to figure out what was going on. 

“I am so sorry to bother you. I know you are on your way up, but there is an emergency and I need your help! The shipment for supplies came in just now, I thought it was supposed to come in next week, but it came early! Two of the guys were injured after an incident the other day, so it’s up to us and a few others. I was informed right when the meeting ended and was ordered to come find you. The sooner we get it done, the better because we also have another list of things to get done on top of that.”  

Shit. That’s right. You and Aya are in charge of taking inventory every so often and that includes helping with unloading shipment when needed. You’re guessing that time is now.

How irritating. 

You turn your head back to glance at Suguru and Gojo, both smiling and engaging with everyone. Damn it, out of all times. 

Turning your attention back to Aya, you give your best fake smile. 

“I’m right behind,” you say with as much enthusiasm as you can. Aya’s eyes beam at you in delight as she nods her head.  

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” You follow her towards the door, trying your best to not feel frustrated, however...it doesn't work.

To your dismay, this took longer than you thought. You thought this would be something quick enough for you to get back to the meeting room in time, but it turns out that it wasn’t. It was no problem doing what you needed to do, but it was just disappointing being pulled away like that. 

Making your way down the dimly lit corridor toward your room for a break, you hear a faint noise just a bit further down and faded voices. You raise a brow and slow your steps.

Something in your gut was telling you to not approach the manner. Shit. Obviously, you should turn away, right? But what if there was a threat? You would be held responsible for whatever it was, and you would even be questioned...damn it. 

Thud! 

That did not sound good whatsoever. 

You shake your head and prepare yourself for what’s to come. You quiet your footsteps, sneaking your way towards the mystery- slowly. To protect yourself, you reach into your kimono where you kept your dagger for emergencies, and start to pull it out. 

Slow and steady breaths... 

The door looks cracked, so thankfully you can sneak a peek once you get there. A cold shiver drips down your spine, stifling your breath as you approach closer. You can see shadows shift around, reflecting on the wall and floor from where you were.

How many people were in there exactly? Whomever you have to deal with, you just hope you can take them, worst case scenario. Perhaps just talk things out if it wasn’t dire.

These thoughts alone made you sweat.

Finally, getting closer, the noises were a bit clearer. From what you can tell it sounds like...heavy breathing, like someone was out of breath. Maybe in distress? But why? Were they running or fighting??

You are right in front of the door now, it is important to compose yourself. Taking in a deep steady breath, you place your hand on the knob. You go to open it a bit further to peek your head in, but then stop when you hear someone speak.

“Satoru. You need to calm down.” 

Wait, that’s Suguru speaking. What the hell is going on?

“Oh? And why should I?” Gojo didn’t sound like himself. You know that tone in his voice, and it does not sound good. You slowly stow away your dagger.

“S-Sir, I-I am sorry! I didn’t mean to overstep!” That familiar voice catches your attention. It was definitely Jin, one of their assistants aside from Manami.

“You annoy me. Today, I am already irritated as is, and in comes you running your damn mouth like always.” Gojo says in a monotone.

You hear Jin yelp, from what you can tell, it sounds like Gojo grabbed him.

Yeah, this wasn’t any of your business. It’s probably best to step away from this. It’s the last thing you need to worry about...

 ...however, your body acts on its own.

Slowly, you open the door quietly, not all the way, just enough to peer into the small room. Yeah, you hit the nail right in the head with your theory. Gojo had a hand around Jin’s throat. His blindfold was off, his left hand was wrapped firmly around it. His veins were basically popping out. This is not good.

Luckily, Gojo and Suguru’s back were turned towards you, but not all the way. You still had a good angle of their faces. It was still so easy for them to turn around at any moment though.

You need to leave–

“Satoru. Enough. You’ll kill him if you keep this up.” Suguru stands a few feet behind Gojo. His arms were crossed, but it seemed like he had no intention of stopping him.

“Isn’t that the point?” Gojo’s face didn’t even look hostile when he said that. It was calm, but certainly an annoyed expression. You squint your eyes, noticing the way his jaw clenches...even though this situation was fucked, you couldn’t stop yourself from loving the way he looks right now. It was beyond terrifying, but it stirs something in you.

Is that wrong?

“M-Master Gojo, please!! I beg–” Jin coughs. The look on his face looked as though he was about to shit bricks.

“Not you begging again. That only makes me more angry.” A smile slowly creeps on Gojo’s face. Painting his expression in a wild manner. He was excited.

“B-But–”

“Yawn.” 

Before you know it, you see Gojo yank his hand back and the sounds of Jin gurgling, choking on his own blood booms in the small space of the room. His body drops on the ground as he squirms, and kicks his legs. His hands wrap around his throat, trying to keep the blood from spilling, but it was already too late. Gojo had already ripped his throat out. There is no stopping it.

Gojo’s hand was covered in blood, trickling down onto the wooden planks below his feet. The wall behind Jin was also splattered in crimson.

Seeing all of this unfold, had you locked in place. Everything feels as though it has paused in time. Nothing else in this moment has your attention, only this. All you can hear right now is the blood rushing to your brain. Gojo just outright murdered that man, like it was nothing. He actually did it.

It was hard to look away from this. You were practically trembling. Your chest puffs out as you release a breath you forgot you were holding.

Suguru sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Damn it.” You can see him shake his head.

Suguru steps next to Gojo who was in the middle of watching Jin struggle on the ground. Gojo’s face was back to being stoic, his crystal blue eyes studying the man on the ground taking his last breath. Jin’s blood pools around him and spreads near their feet.

You can see Jin’s body twitch and slowly stills.

“Anyways,” Gojo tilts his head back and he takes a deep breath and stretches his arms above his head, yawning. “I feel much better. That was tiring.” He chuckles under his breath. The blood drips down his arm and some even lands on his cheek, making it run down his face.

He turns to face Suguru. 

Now that you had a clearer view, there was blood all on his clothes. He looked as though he didn’t even care.

“What am I going to do with you, Satoru?” Suguru pinches his eyebrows together.

“Beats me.” Gojo goes to turn away from him, but Suguru grabs his arm.

“Enough is enough.” Suguru’s tone of voice wasn’t so subtle and sweet anymore.

“Hmph!” Gojo yanks his arm away from Suguru.

“Now, back to the conversation before you got all angry. I can’t believe you were late once again, Gojo. You were fucking her again, weren’t you?” 

“Maybe I was...maybe I wasn’t.”  

He had that teasing tone like he always had. 

“You always gotta do something to piss me off don’t you?” Suguru got all close to Gojo’s face. Gojo looks into his eyes, their gazes are hard. As if they were challenging one another. 

“What are you going to do about it,” Gojo leans into Suguru’s face. Everything got quiet. “Geto?”

They look pretty serious. Were they going to fight? You have never seen them get this heated between each other before. Everything in you was telling you to leave! However, you feel so drawn to stay and see what happens next.

You shift in your position to let the blood have some flow in your knees since they were practically locked in place. Things aren’t looking so good in there, but you keep watching.

Suguru’s eyes travel down Gojo’s body, noting the blood stained face and clothes. Then he looks back up slowly to meet Gojo’s eyes. Out of nowhere, you see him crash his lips onto Gojo’s. They start to grab and pull on one another.

Holy. Shit.

In a heartbeat, you back away from the door, holding your mouth so you don’t make any noise.

Did you just witness...all of that? Going from murder to...kissing?

Looking all around you, you make sure that no one is around. Thankfully, there isn’t anyone in sight. It’s time to go. It’s wrong of you to sit here and watch them...to watch them in general during a private conversation. Your limbs feel all jittery, your heart beat was so loud that you can practically hear it in your ears.

Taking a step in the other direction, you come to a sudden halt. You hear shuffling of feet about the room and the sound of a big thud and glass breaking. You peer over your shoulder to eye the door behind you.

No...you really shouldn’t...

Of course, not listening to your own brain, you are already back in your previous position, but not looking in just yet. Hesitation enters your mind. That is until you hear something else that catches your attention.

Suguru sounded like he was struggling. He lets out a deep groan.

Fuck it.

Leaning in, you set your gaze on them, and what you saw was something you weren’t ready for.

Gojo was kneeling in front of Suguru...his mouth wrapped around his cock. His eyes were locked onto Suguru, not breaking his focus. Suguru was a panting mess, his hand was gripping onto the table behind him in the middle of the room and his other one was buried in Gojo’s hair pacing him to his liking. His hair was disheveled and he was rolling his eyes back. Both of them were covered in blood. It seems the blood also had splattered on Suguru as well, also from Gojo’s clothes rubbing on him. It stains their hands, their clothes, their faces even. You could have sworn you saw blood around their mouths? Seems like the blood on Gojo’s face got onto Suguru too.

The scene in front of you was mesmerizing. Now that you feel your heart start to slow, and you could actually hear yourself think, you take in your leaders being surrounded by the chaos. The blood, the still lifeless body behind them, the broken glass that fell from the table. 

“Oh my god...” you realized that you said that a little too loud.  

Oh no.

Your hand instantly goes to cover your mouth, but it was too late. Gojo’s blue eyes that shine in the fluorescent lighting, were already on you. He had the perfect view of you too, he was facing your direction, while Suguru’s back was semi turned to you. It was surprising that Suguru didn’t even notice, but that’s because he currently had his focus elsewhere.  

Those damn eyes of his...that look he gave. That’s when you felt your heart stop. Ears were almost ringing. 

Gojo stops and pulls his head back, saliva dripping down his chin as his tongue poked out to lick his lips clean. He swallows and crooks his head to the left, staring back at you. The whole sight was unsettling...not only was he licking away his saliva, but the blood that had dripped down to his mouth too.

A manic smile forms on his lips. 

Panic. 

Regret. 

Fear. 

You were caught.   

- 

As you pace back and forth in your room, slowly you emerge yourself from the clouds within your mind. Your thoughts are being overrun by what just occurred only a handful of minutes ago. You don’t even remember how you got here; all you remember was seeing Gojo take one good look at you and before you knew it, you were here in your room.  

Your palms were clammy and your heart beating its way in your chest, like it wanted to break from its cage. 

“I am in deep shit!” Nothing but panicked thoughts tumble in your brain like an avalanche. It doesn’t stop.

All you could hear is the sounds of your own footsteps stomping about your room and the rapid huffs of air you were breathing. You are a shaky mess, trying to contemplate what you just saw. Both your leaders...the dead body...the blood...and the eye contact you held with Gojo...his smile... 

You are so dead.  

How are you going to face them now?

Surely, they are on their way to retrieve you and give you some sort of punishment...or worse, death itself. No, that would be too easy. They like to play and be petty, especially Gojo. He is playful at heart and kind, but he’s truly the scariest one in your opinion. The ones that smile the most are usually the ones who are the most fucked up. At the same time, it was kind of hard to determine who was more unhinged than the other.

You are no stranger to their actions, you have seen them kill people before your eyes, yes, but that was meant to be seen in front of everyone, to make an example. This time though felt different. They killed someone in a room that you witnessed...and right after they started to...

You shake your head and stop yourself from pacing. Out of all the things, you caught them in the act. So many thoughts came to mind of what they could possibly do now that you know what they have done. Not that you didn’t care what they did in their private time, it was just so unexpected and you just so happened to be there when it happened. It was overwhelming, all of the emotions.

Fear. 

Anxiety. 

Shock. 

...fascination. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself, watching them do that was...hot. Even though Gojo looked crazy in that moment, he also looked majestic– 

No, you can’t go there. Snap out of it. You facepalm yourself.

Shaking your head, you finally manage to finally take a deep concentrated breath and lean against the wall next to your bed. As you slide down you finally feel yourself relax...as best as you can.

You press the back of your head against the cool wall behind you, closing your eyes to center yourself.

How the hell were you supposed to go about the day now? 

- 

It has been at least a day and a half ever since you saw what you saw. You were very surprised that no one was sent for you, or them not showing up at your door at all. You could barely sleep just by thinking about all of the possibilities. Imagining them coming in and questioning you, playing with your emotions even, making you tremble in fear. Not only that, but you kept replaying the scene over and over again in your head. That’s all you could see. 

When you roamed the halls, you always made sure to keep on high alert of your surroundings. Peaking the corners, hiding every time you heard footsteps, you even tried to listen for their voices, but they were nowhere near.

Did they even care that you were there? 

Did Gojo tell Suguru who he saw spying on them? 

Are they plotting your fall? 

Or did they simply shrug it off like it was nothing?  

Well...if it was urgent they would’ve found you already, it wasn’t that difficult to find someone in this place.

While all of these thoughts were whirling in that skull of yours, you didn’t hear Aya calling out your name. Everything was fuzzy and buzzing in your ears, but you snapped out of it and came to your senses.

“Huh?” you turn around to find her standing there with her hands on her hips giving you a worried look. 

“I asked if you were okay, you’ve been standing there staring at the wall for the past five minutes. For a second there I thought you malfunctioned or something.” She tilts her head. 

That's right, you were in the middle of working, organizing things in one of the meeting rooms that you volunteered to set up.

“O-Oh...no I was just...” you rub your temples with a frustrated sigh. “I’m fine...” 

“You don’t look fine. What’s wrong?” She takes a step forward. 

Well great. You know you couldn’t exactly tell her what you witnessed the other day, but you had to make up something quickly. An audible sigh leaves your mouth and you scratch your head as you take a seat in one of the chairs at the table in the middle of the room. Aya crosses her arms and waits for you to explain.  

“Um...just...I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see and I don’t know what to do about it.” You look away from her. 

“Oh,” she looks around them in case anyone was eavesdropping, luckily, the others were on the other side of the room in their own worlds. “Is it something bad?”  

“Is it something bad?” No, it wasn’t bad at all, minus the killing part. That was actually terrifying. What was bad was that you got caught and ran away, fearing whatever was lurking around the damn corner. There is nothing to say, your mouth moves, but nothing comes out. It takes you a few moments to gather your thoughts. 

Right when you begin to speak, you’re interrupted by someone entering the room.

Manami!  

Shit. You quickly stand up, panicking inside. This is it. You are done for. 

The both of you watch her walk in, texting on her phone not saying anything and then she stops. Well, this is awkward. You and Aya go to say something, but she raises a finger to stop you two from speaking. That alone made you somewhat annoyed. You and Aya glance at each other and then you two look back at Manami. She still has her finger held up as she types on her phone. 

If this girl don’t...

“Master Gojo and Master Geto want to see you. Now.” Manami says as she eyes you up and down. 

And there it is. 

You look back at Aya with a panicked look. She shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. She was clueless. 

“I’ll be back...hopefully.” You say the last part in a hushed tone, but Aya hears it. Then you make your way out of the room with Manami following behind you, leaving Aya alone with the others.

“What does she mean by ‘hopefully’?” she questions.

Here you are, standing before Suguru’s door. It was big. It’s painted a dark wooden brown, at least twice your height with a Japanese dragon decorated on it. The dragon was black with red patterns along its scales. Its body was painted along both doors, stretching, like it was flying. It looked intimidating. The face of the dragon looked deadly, like it was searching for prey to kill.

There’s a lump in your throat that is hard to swallow. You ball your fists, standing there shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You feel hot, and your ears begin to ring. There’s no way you can do this. The thought of just making a run for it enters your mind, but you knew that was a no go. You look around you, there is no one in sight. His room is on the opposite side of the whole building, and Gojo’s is in the next hall over. 

So, if you were to scream, no one would come to your rescue. No one would even hear you. How uncanny. 

“Are you going to stay outside that door, or are you going to announce yourself?” 

You gasp at the sudden words that came from the other side. That was Suguru. 

“I-I uh...s-sorry! I um–” 

“Come in.” 

There’s no turning back now. 

You quickly try to make sense of your thoughts and the words that were just spoken to you. Your hand reaches out to grab the cylinder slate door handle that is right in your reach. It’s cool to the touch, which makes the goosebumps rise on your skin; that feeling sends a shiver throughout your entire body.

Your hand has a firm grip on the handle, but you couldn’t get your arm to pull it. Fear was creeping in...your nerves felt shot. How the hell were you supposed to move from your spot? 

Thump. Thump. You could hear your own heart beating at this point. Come on, open the damn door already- 

“How rude. She doesn’t want to come in to play. I guess she wants double the punishment.” Gojo teases.

You hear a chuckle, which seems to belong to Suguru. “What a shame. Such a naughty thing to do. Not surprised by that, given that she walked in when–” 

Before he could even finish that sentence, you instantly open the door. You had to explain yourself.

“It wasn’t like that I didn’t mean to!” You walk in with a sense of urgency, but you pause in the middle of the room.

You have never been in here; you were surprised to see how open it was. Off to the sides of the room were plants and medium sized windows that brought in the daylight. The room brings a sense of calmness in the atmosphere, but as for your situation, that was NOT the case. 

Your eyes land on Gojo who’s laying down on the foot of the king-sized bed that was further back in the room. It was elevated on a small platform, with only a few steps leading up to it.

Fancy.

Gojo wears his light blue kimono, open, showing off his toned, muscular body. He barely wears anything under it, just his boxers that hugged his waist...his v-line was prominent. His left leg hangs lazily off the bed while his other was propped up with his knee bent. Meanwhile, his left hand is tucked under his head while holding a kiseru in his other one. His hair looked messy and his blindfold wasn’t even completely on, it was off, folded over his eyes.

“Didn’t mean to...what? Spy on us?” His voice got low as he let out a chuckle. 

Gojo turns his head to the left, as his left hand slips from underneath. His thumb goes to slightly lift up his blindfold. He slowly opens his eyes and points them directly at you which makes your stomach drop. Every time you catch a glimpse at those, it always sends a sense of fear through your body, it’s like he could see right through you. Who knows, he probably could. Not only that, but it also makes you excited in many ways that you couldn’t explain. 

“Tsk, tsk. No answer, little one?” Gojo grins and sits up in his spot.  

His kimono opens up some more, slipping partly off his shoulder. Surely if you weren’t blushing before you knew you were now. There was no way of stopping yourself from eyeing his body. He had scars that decorated his skin and he had a white happy trail that led down to his boxers. Not only that but there were marks on him...bite marks and hickeys on his neck, his pecs, and his stomach... 

“Like what you see?” Gojo gets up and slowly walks over to you, making his way down the elevated platform. You let out a quick sharp gasp. He’s getting closer by the second. Ohh, your heart is pounding. Your right foot goes to take a step back but your back is met with someone behind you. 

That can only mean, it was one person and one person only. The other half of the duo. But where did he come from? 

You look up and see him there, peering down at you with that sweet smile of his. He tilts his head and gives you a comforting greeting. 

“Hello, there.” His long raven hair flows over his shoulders while some loose strands are framing his face. Your eyes instantly roam over his features. The number of times you imagined yourself playing with his hair, more like grabbing it, was almost impossible to keep up with. You thought he was beautiful, he always had that innocent sweet look on his face, but you knew what he was capable of.  

“M-Master Geto...I’m s-sorry I didn’t–”  

You were cut off by feeling Gojo’s hand gently grab your chin to turn your attention to him. He towers over you like a giant; his cocky smirk plastered on his face like he’s enjoying you being flustered. His thumb traces over your jawline, studying you, reading you. He hands the kiseru over to Suguru. 

“What’s wrong princess? Cat caught your tongue?” Gojo winks at you.

You couldn’t even form words; you were a stuttering mess. Feeling overwhelmed by these two men who can kill you in an instant.

Cursed users were always so intimidating, especially it being them.  

“I-I uh...It’s just–” 

“Satoru, you are making her nervous. Cut it out.” Suguru lets out a drawn-out sigh. His hand settles on your left shoulder and he pulls you back towards his chest some more. Meanwhile, Gojo rolls his eyes. 

“Sorry about him sweetheart...” Suguru bends down to whisper in your ear “...he doesn’t like to behave sometimes.” 

“I do behave thank you very much–” 

“Mmm, I wouldn’t say that after you killed Jin. You were so irritated by me confronting you, that you took it out on the poor man.”

“Tch!” Gojo sighs and shrugs. “Not my fault that he was standing right there and he just so happened to get on my last nerve.”

Gojo puts his hands on his hips and walks towards the bed to take a seat on the edge. He manspreads and leans back on his hands that are planted in the mattress. Gojo’s eyes go from Suguru’s to yours, taking more interest in you.

“Anyways,” Suguru’s hand leaves your shoulder and he walks in front of you. You can now see him fully. He wasn't wearing his usual attire; he was more dressed down into something more comfortable. Like Gojo, he was wearing a kimono as well, it was in all black...and he was shirtless underneath too. He also had marks on him as well. Some places were red and bruised...he also had a giant scar that marked an “X” across his chest. You know exactly where that was from, you just had never seen it until now... 

Damn it, you’re staring again. 

Immediately you avert your gaze from his chest to look him in the eyes, hopefully he didn’t catch you, but he did. 

Why does it feel like they are doing this on purpose?

“So, I hear a little bunny like you were snooping the other night.” Suguru raises a brow as he crosses his arms while inhaling from the kiseru, waiting for your answer. 

“I- no, no. That’s not what I was doing–” 

“Ohh, and what were you doing exactly, hm? Enjoying the show I presume.” Gojo cut you off. 

“Satoru,” Suguru glances behind his shoulder towards Gojo as if to give him a warning. Gojo sighs and lies on his side and continues to watch Suguru interrogate you. Suguru shakes his head and turns back around.

“Sorry sweetheart. Continue please.”

You take a deep breath, trying to slow your heart rate. Well, now is your chance to explain. 

“Well...I was heading back towards my room after I fulfilled my duties, but then I heard a noise...” you pause. 

“What kind of noise?” Suguru asks as he starts to circle around you. 

Right before you could answer, you look back and see him taking down the upper half of his hair, letting his black locs fall graciously around his shoulders. It shined so beautifully in the sun’s rays pooling into the room.

Focus. 

“It sounded like a faint noise, I thought someone was in trouble. So, I went t-towards the commotion which came from the room. That’s when I saw...what I saw.” You gulp nervously as you look at Suguru. He nods his head as he unfolds his arms. Then he rubs his chin as he ponders over your words. 

“I see...” Suguru takes another puff from the kiseru.

He says nothing else and stops to the right of you and goes to place the kiseru on a nearby table that was against the wall. The silence was taxing. You stand there, waiting for him to speak but he says nothing. Overall, it’s making you nervous as hell, so you start to freak out on the inside. Your hands were shaky, it was impossible to keep them still at your sides. 

Were you going to be punished? Was death awaiting you? Were you going to get kicked out?  

“Sir, am I in trouble? I didn’t mean to walk in, I was just...I thought someone might have been in trouble so I went to go check and that’s when I saw everything and Mr. Jin. I’m sorry for running away. I-I didn’t know that what to–”  

Suguru appears in front of you and he presses his index finger on your lips to quiet you. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You are not in trouble, little one.” He gives you soft tender eyes as he leans further in. A feeling stirs in you, you can’t decipher if it’s fear or...amusement. You didn’t know what to do, it was like you were stuck in time. Your eyes drop down to his lips as he begins to speak.

“I only have one question for you and I need you to answer truthfully. Do I make myself clear?” His voice was smooth, like butter.  

You nod your head. 

“Good girl,” he removes his finger from your lips, “did you like what you saw?”  

A laugh escapes Gojo’s lips. It must’ve been funny because he couldn’t stop. Maybe, it was the look on your face when you got asked that question. There was no way you could answer this. 

This had to be a trick question, right? Well, he seemed pretty serious when he asked. 

The look of hesitance on your face was so obvious. You toss words back and forth in your mind on what to say to this, he could see your struggle.  

“Remember,” he lifts a hand to twirl a strand of hair behind your ear, “don’t lie.” 

You could tell by the look in his black eyes that he meant business, but his calm aura around him was much scarier. Unlike Gojo, he felt easier to talk to in a way. Your eyes shift over to Gojo who was still eyeing you like a hawk. He has a smug expression, waiting for your reply. Your gaze fell on Gojo’s lips; it jogged your memory to that night. Remembering the way Gojo looked going down on Suguru in the middle of the gory display. The way Suguru was enjoying every moment of receiving the pleasure from Gojo, and so were you. You wanted to deny it, because it would be wrong thinking of these things, right? 

It’s just that, the whole scene was so eradicating. 

“She did enjoy it. Look at her.” Gojo sits up once more and hops off the bed, making his way down the steps. Suguru sighs and glances at Gojo who makes his way beside him. 

“Go ahead and admit it,” he taunts, “Say it. Or are you too scared?” 

“Satoru, you’re not helping.” Suguru frowns.

There were a few moments of silence. He sees that you look back and forth between them. You weren’t denying it.

“You aren’t saying yes or no, but I'd rather hear you say it, little one.” Suguru eyes you up and down with a soft smile.

“Um, well...” you mumble. The pants you wear feel constricting, and you feel as though your shirt is going to suffocate you. Being put on the spot like this wasn’t on your to-do list today.

You were so focused on trying to answer by looking Suguru in the eye, that you didn’t even sense Gojo behind you. His fingers pinch your chin and he lifts your head up for you to meet his blistering gaze.

Your whole body goes stiff. 

“Use your words sweetheart. Say it with confidence.” He says in your ear as his fingers dance along your skin.

You couldn’t help but feel like putty as you gaze back at Gojo. It was like you were getting lost in the sea of his eyes, dragging you further into the depths. Their spark is lighting something within you, it is setting your heart aflame, and making your breath shallow. It was putting you in a trance. For some reason, it prompted you to speak. 

“Yes. I liked what I saw.” It came out all at once.  

“Mmm. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Gojo’s hand skims down to your neck, which has you let out small gasps as your body responds to his touch. “Sensitive.” He looks up at Suguru who was watching him. “Shall we play?” 

“Play”? What does he mean by that?  

Suguru’s eyes darken when he met Gojo’s gaze. Both of them peer down at you as you stand there confused. They can see the look of bewilderment spreading across your face as you try to figure them out. 

“Play?” you asked. 

“Why yes, princess. Exactly that. Time to have some fun.” Gojo steps away, heading to the bed once more. Your eyes stay on his back while your thoughts try to make sense of everything. 

“With all due respect, but I thought I was being punished?” You start to fidget with your hands. 

Gojo halts his steps and does a slow 180 to face you and Suguru. “Well...is that what you want? We can give it to you.” 

Silence. 

“What Satoru means to say,” Suguru butts in, “is that we would like for you to join us. If you are up to it.” 

Join them? What does he mean by...oh. 

An invitation.

Suguru pulls you from your clouded mind by hovering over you and lifting your chin. He examines you. Within the cage of your chest, you swear you can feel your heart start to slip into the depths of your stomach. Suguru’s grin slowly grows wider.

“We have an interest in you. That’s why we are offering. We've kept an eye on you for quite some time now. Not only because you are sweet, but we can tell when someone else has an interest in us as well.”

“I...I don’t–”

“Please, it’s obvious. Everytime we see you, there is that glint in your eye when you either talk to us or even look in our direction. I bet you even had thoughts about us, no?” His thumb caresses your jaw and drags a finger down your throat. It was gentle and teasing.

You don’t even answer. The look in your eyes says it all. You sigh as he touches you like this. He even hears the sound of your breath stifle. Of course you were caught red handed, he knew.

“Heh, that’s what I thought,” he grins.

Suguru lets go and walks towards Satoru who was waiting for him. You couldn’t even let a word out before you saw Suguru start to take off his kimono and drop it to the floor. The same dragon that was painted on the door, was the same one tattooed on his back. It was beautifully designed; his back muscles made it more attractive.  

Damn. 

Gojo takes his off as well and tosses it aside. His physique was absolutely mind blown now that you have a better look at him.

Suguru makes his way up and sits on the edge of the bed. He spreads his legs to get more comfortable and leans back on his hands with his eyes kept on you. He shifts his head to the left, letting most of his hair dangle off his shoulders. 

“You’re more than welcome to leave, watch, or join. Your choice.” His tone drips in lust. 

Gojo smirks and kneels down in front of Suguru, he places his hands on his thighs and slowly slides them up to grab the waistband of Suguru’s boxers and he begins to pull them down. You can’t see what Gojo sees, but you already know what’s about to unfold.  

From your perspective, you can see Gojo’s head start to move up and down, and that’s what prompts Suguru to groan. His eyes stay in place as he watches you stand there.  

Suguru’s facial features start to fall in a relaxed state, his eyes flutter for a moment while his chest rises to take a deep breath. He sees you standing either in awe or in shock, he couldn’t tell. The way you are watching this all escalate right now is like a fever dream. It kind of feels like you are interrupting.

Your gaze falls off of them and your foot takes a step back, but then you stop yourself. There was no way you couldn’t dismiss the way this was making you feel. Your two leaders are here, one pleasing the other, and inviting you to join them. It all lures you in. Especially the way they were handling you, touching you, talking to you...this was just icing on the top.

Maybe, you should stay...why not? It was all too tempting not to.  

Your eyes look back towards them.  

Suguru’s face lightens. Your eyes pan down to his lips that start to form an unhinged smile. He starts to laugh, it wasn’t a light hearted one either, it was more of a dark laugh, that was filled with venom. 

“Yes, that’s it,” he holds out his hand, “Come.” 

You do as he says. You take that first step and draw closer and closer. Once you reach the first step, he holds his palm out, making a “stop” sign.

“Clothes. Take them off." He says while pressing Gojo’s head down on his cock. Gojo groans. 

Your eyes look towards Gojo, but you look back at Suguru. Your shaky hands go to grab the hem of your shirt, but you pause. 

“Don’t be shy. Go ahead, little one,” he encourages. 

His words are sweet and genuine. Nodding your head, you continue on to take your shirt off, and you drop it on the floor. Then you go to drop your pants. Suguru keeps his eyes on you. You can feel them. It makes your skin hot. You try your best not to look at him because that will only make you more nervous.

After you step out of your pants, you look at him for confirmation so you can make your way up. However, Suguru looks unsatisfied. 

“All the way, sweetheart,” he says in a hushed low tone. 

“Oh, you mean–” 

“Everything. Gone.” He smiles. 

You feel your eyes widen and you hesitate. No words came out, all you did was stand there. 

“Don’t be shy,” he presses on. 

The look in his eyes are somewhat challenging, like they were to challenge you to see if you would really fall through.

Deep breath.

Your hands go to unclip your bra. Suguru sees the straps start to let loose on your shoulders and he watches the bra fall onto the ground.

“Just wait till you see her Satoru, she’s beautiful.” He grins.

Suguru’s eyes roam over your naked torso. He was completely enamored by you.

You didn’t stop. You might as well keep going right? 

Next, you shimmy off your panties, discarding them. You stand straight and raise your head in confidence.

“Good girl. You...are stunning.” He holds out his hand and you make your way up. 

Once you are by their side, you stare right in Suguru’s eyes and take his hand. You couldn’t help but look at Gojo whose head was already up and admiring your form. Then you see Suguru’s cock in his hands. You note how big he is. It makes your core pulse.

“What a sight,” Gojo says. 

Your cheeks heat up. 

“What a sight indeed,” Suguru pulls you closer and you follow. You start to lean in and his hand goes to cup your face. His thumb traces your lips. The eye contact you two hold is intense. It drips with desire and fire. You were falling more in love with his gaze. His eyes are so soft and inviting. You take this time to appreciate the closeness. Studying his face, his hair, his whole look. Suguru Geto was a beautiful man. Some may call him crazy, and look at him as a killer, but all you see is a man who has a desire for a dream to be fulfilled. One who gets his way and takes control. A man who is also caring for the ones he loves. 

Your mind starts to quiet, everything else doesn't matter. You look down to his lips. 

“Come,” Suguru’s hand brings your face closer. You completely give in. Before you know it, you feel his lips on your own. It was genuine.

Both of you press further in and let the kiss build. The butterflies in your stomach start to calm down, you can feel it start to dissipate. More confidence fills you, taking comfort in the kiss. You lean further in and you can feel his hand on the back of your neck now. His other hand goes to caress your back.  

He starts to slowly pull you on top of him. You follow and go to straddle his lap and he lays down all the way on top of the bed. You didn’t mind anything anymore, in this moment you feel like you belong.

Quickly, you find comfort in them. You were wanted and you wanted them. 

Gojo grins and watches the two of you make out in front of him. His eyes look at both of your naked bodies. He likes what he sees. The view is arousing. He looks at your ass and his eyes venture towards your sweet spot between your legs. His hands go to lay on your hips and slide them down. You let out a small gasp feeling his hands on you, but immediately relax. 

Once he feels you settle, he hums to himself. 

“So pretty.” He stands up and glides them up your back. His hands feel so warm. You pull your lips away from Suguru and glance over your shoulder to see Gojo coming closer. His breath is brushing against your bare neck, as he plants kisses on you until he reaches that sweet spot. He feels you squirm.

“Ohh, you like that do you?” He turns your head more to the side and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in for a kiss. The kiss is deep and full of desire. You feel his tongue slip in your mouth and you welcome it.

You start to moan in his mouth and you snake your hand up his hair and pull him closer. 

“Eager thing,” Suguru whispers. He places his hands on your thighs and slides up towards your waist. He watches you and Gojo make out and his eyes roam over your body. He looks down between your legs, he can see his lower stomach wet. 

“Someone is excited,” Suguru’s right hand starts to trace down your abdomen. You gasp and pull away from Gojo and look down at Suguru’s hand. 

“Looks like we need to take care of that, yeah?” Gojo looks at Suguru. 

“Couldn’t agree more,” Suguru confirms. 

“Here, why don’t you bend forward for me?” Gojo whispers in your ear. 

You nod your head and bend down, placing your arms on the bed. You look down at Suguru who is admiring you. Watching his hand come up to lay tenderly on your face, sends a comforting warm feeling washing over you. 

“Just relax. Let Satoru take care of you.”  

As soon as you nod your head, you feel Gojo’s tongue between your legs.  

“Oh!” you deeply breathe and hunch over and bury your head in the crevice of Suguru’s neck. 

It has been a while since someone has touched you like this, so you were extra sensitive. His tongue slides up and down your slit slowly, making you writhe at his touch. He chuckles against you and sets the pace faster. Then you feel him raise his tongue to your hole, but he only goes around it. It’s like he is missing it on purpose.  

You start to whine and arch your back. Suguru snickers at your reaction. He rubs the back of your head to soothe you. 

“Feeling good?” Suguru whispers. 

You nod your head and nearly cry out when Gojo wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a suck. Your whole body goes limp as you take the pleasure he is giving you, you were so close already. 

Your moans start to get louder and louder, Gojo could tell you were right at the edge...but then he pulls away. 

You open your eyes and whine. “Huh?” You look back. 

“Ohh, you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you? Consider it part of your punishment that you were so concerned about.” Gojo smacks your ass which makes you yelp. 

Suguru’s hand holds the crown of your head to turn your face towards him. 

“It’s what you deserve,” he coos. 

This type of punishment was the most cruel. Denying you like that.

“Don’t worry, you can still feel good, but we will decide when you deserve to cum,” Gojo grins.  

Gojo proceeds to put his mouth back on Suguru’s cock. Suguru sucks the air between his teeth. You watch as Suguru’s face contort in pleasure. He looks so good like this. He sneers at you and brings you in for a kiss.  

Gojo brings his mouth all the way down to the base of Suguru’s cock, and brings his head all the way back up. The more Gojo sucked his cock, the more heated the kiss got.  

Then Gojo switches and wraps his hand around Suguru’s dick and starts to stroke him while his mouth moves back between your legs. 

“Mm!” you twitch as you feel his tongue enter you.

You did not waste time to start backing yourself onto his face. It feels too good not to. Gojo’s tongue pressed firmly against you, letting you dance on it, swaying your hips side to side. He allowed you to ride his face just like this, he was not complaining. His muscle then slips in your hole.

A grunt from you sounds into the room. It was a sweet tune to their ears.

So much pleasure was building, Suguru feels you trembling on him. He holds you up since he feels you slipping out of the kiss. As much as he loves seeing you like this, he needs to have your mouth connect with his. He pulls you back in. Your tongues coil around one another, letting the saliva drip from your mouths. The feeling of both of their tongues on you had you on the verge of cumming.

Both of them heard your whines, they knew you were there.

Of course, once again, Gojo pulls his mouth away from your cunt. That makes you pull away from Suguru. It was hard to catch your breath. It was frustrating not being able to cum when you wanted, but you still feel good. 

Suguru studies your fucked out state. Your wet lips, messy hair, and the way your expression looked, he could stare at you all day like this. Him and Gojo both wouldn’t mind. They have talked about you after all.

“Frustration looks good on you,” Suguru teases.

You whine at his statement.

Gojo laughs and puts his hands on your hips, his traces circles on them.

“It’s all part of the fun, baby.” Gojo kisses your lower back.

“Fun”? It was down right mean, but you have to admit, it was quite entertaining.

Gojo reaches back down to start stroking Suguru once more. Suguru grunts and bucks his hips at Gojo’s touch. 

Gojo grabs your hips and lowers you further down on top of Suguru’s cock. Your eyes widen at the feeling of Suguru’s tip brushing against your entrance.

Suguru loves the face you make.

“Are you ready?”

You nod your head in response. This is something you have been waiting for. Just you and them together like this. 

“Perfect,” Gojo whispers. 

He lines up Suguru’s cock to your entrance perfectly. With Gojo’s help you wiggle your hips and press down, but Gojo stops you just enough for only Suguru’s tip to be inside you.

Gojo hears your complaint.

“Patience,” Gojo whispers in your ear. “Just take in the tip. Just. Like. This.” He starts to lift and press your back down, making you bounce on the tip. You lean your head back on his shoulder. Suguru lets out a deep groan along with you. As much as he wants you to sink down all the way, he knows they have to take their time with you. They want to savor this. 

“Good . Very good.” Gojo kisses the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Gojo smiles against your skin and he presses you further down. You can feel the stretch, but it feels so good.

Gojo looks down, he sees the way Suguru’s cock was practically begging for you to go down all of the way. Seeing you two connected like this, only makes him more aroused.

“If only you two could see this.” Gojo’s torso presses into your back as you feel his lips on the shell of your ear. “You look so damn beautiful.”

Without warning, he makes you slide all the way down onto Suguru’s cock. You cry out, a deep gasp leaving you speechless. Suguru lets out a groan. He tilts his head back, but keeps his eyes on you. 

“Shit,” Suguru bites his lip.

“Again?” Gojo grins. He doesn’t even wait for your replies. He lifts you back up and slams your hips down once more. The way your gut feels right now, you feel so full, his cock is the perfect size.

“Be good and keep moving, m’kay?.” Gojo lets go and backs away. His eyes drop down to observe. You start to move as soon as he leaves you to it. Knowing that Gojo is watching your every move right now is nerve racking as hell, but you love it.

He hums to himself as he sees Suguru’s cock disappear inside of you over and over again. He compliments you and tells you how good you were doing. It fills you with pride.

Your eyes flutter as you stare into Suguru’s dark eyes. His hands squeeze your waist.

“Ohh you look incredible.” Once Suguru’s eyes land on your breasts, he pulls you in towards his mouth. His lips find your left nipple and he wraps his lips around it. Your head drops and your moans fill the room. Getting louder and louder. His tongue kept flicking against the bud.

“Ah! Mm!” You cry out in desperation. You feel him take the control, he rams himself into you, working his hips up to fuck you. He lets go of your nipple and brings you in, holding you firmly against him, your head pressing against his shoulder.

“That’s right, take it. You can do it.” His words ring in your ears. The more he fucks you, the more your body responds to him. 

Gojo chuckles. “Having fun, Suguru?”

“I am.” Suguru kisses the side of your head.

You pull back and admire him. His luscious hair pools around his head. You reach to touch it. His mouth cracks a smile, loving the way you are taking appreciation of him.

“You’re so...pretty.” You managed to get out.

Suguru was taken aback by your compliment.

“Am I now?” He questions.

You nod your head and continue to rock back and forth on him.

“Both of you,” you confirm.

The duo both hum at your observation.

“So are you,” Suguru twirls a strand on your hair around his finger.

He looks at Gojo behind you.

“Satoru, would you like to switch?”

“Of course I do.” He gets close to you, he pulls you back to lift you off of Suguru. Your back meets his stomach. He turns your face towards him.

“Will you allow me to partake, princess?” 

“Yes, yes...” you breathe out.

“I figured as much.” His lips press against yours.

Then Gojo rips his lips away from you, he gives you a teasing smirk when he sees you pleading with your eyes. Suguru brings you to a halt and you steer your eyes to him. His face was a shade of red, sweat already glistening on his skin.

“Up,” he says softly.

You didn’t want to, he felt amazing inside you, but you do as he says anyways. Of course, you wanted Gojo too. Once you pull away from him, he helps you off his lap to help you on the bed. He massages your right thigh.

“I’ll be back,” he whips his head towards Gojo, “keep her occupied.” 

Without another word, he gets up and walks down the few steps. You take in his naked form, eyes falling to his ass as he disappears into the next room. He’s like a majestic lion. Gojo does the same as you until Suguru is nowhere in sight. When he sits on the bed next to you, his hand cups your face. He turns your head back to him since your eyes are still lingering on the door Suguru went through.

“Don’t worry about him. Focus on me, okay?” His eyes bring you comfort. They were soft, endearing. Your stomach flutters as he looks at you like that. They both had that in common, staring at you with that same calming look. However, their eyes can completely change in a heartbeat. Especially Gojo’s.

He gestures for you to come closer with his pointer finger. Your eyes cast down to his beckon, being called to his summon. He inclines his head to his side, as the strands of his snowy-white hair dangles in front of his siren eyes. The call of your leader propels you to shift.

Once he sees you move, he grabs your chin and ghosts his lips against yours. They tickle the surface of your skin like a feather. He didn’t exactly plant kisses on you, he wanted you to yearn for it.

“Lie down for me,” he says.

With no hesitation, you lean back on the plush bed. He hovers over your body and he takes his time to analyze you. A cheeky smile appears on his face as he takes you all in. He wants this image of you embedded in his brain. Gojo raises his hand to trinkle his fingers down from the side of your neck to your chest. Your eyes follow his movements, anticipating what his next move will be.

“So, the other day,” his fingers skim down between your breasts, “you liked what you saw, hm?”

You raise your gaze up to his lips.

“Yes,” you answer.

“What did you like about it?” His fingers are now making their way to your right breast.

“I liked seeing you like that,” you sigh as he circles his fingers around your areola.

“That?” he questions.

“The way you handled the situation,” you try not to stutter. He’s looking at you in an almost menacing manner. 

“You mean when I killed him?” His chuckle was dark, but his eyes were full of life.

Scary.

“Yes,” you say in a hushed tone.

“Hmm...interesting.” His finger slowly rubs your nipple and you try to bite back a moan. Your hands grip the bed sheets below you.

“Did you like watching Suguru and I?” His hand wanders down your body now. Your torso tickles at his teasing touch.

“When I went down on him?” His tongue rolls on the inside of his cheek as he reaches your core.

You shiver as you feel his fingers there. A gasp leaves you when his fingers press on your clit and maneuvers further down. He plays with your slick and watches your reactions. He has no plans of backing down.

“I bet you thought about it for hours.” He slips a finger in your hole unexpectedly. You gasp and arch your back with your legs spreading unconsciously. A moan slips past your lips.

“I need you to answer me, sweetheart. Words.” He laughs.

“Y-Yes! Ahh...yes. I couldn’t s-stop- ah!” you were cut off by him curling his finger.

“Ohh, looks like I found something.” He inserts another finger and keeps hitting that same spot over and over again. You bite your lip and hold onto his shoulders for leverage. His fingers alone could make you cum. They felt so good fucking you like this. You want more.

“Mmm...look at you. You like this a bit too much. Perhaps I should slow down–”

“N-No! No please don’t! Don’t stop!” you whine.

Gojo feels your nails digging in his shoulders. He fucking loves it. His mouth gets close to your ear. 

“I bet you want to cum when I’m inside you too?” Gojo moves his hips, his cock pressing against your thigh.

“Well, you have to earn it. So we will see about that.” He moves his fingers faster. Both of them work in unison to bring you closer to the edge. 

And you were right there.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to...to...” you couldn’t even spit it out.

“It’s okay, he doesn’t have to know. Come on now. Do it for me.” He licks the shell of your ear. “I won’t tell him. You’re a naughty one after all aren’t you?”

When you feel his middle and ring finger put more pressure on your g-spot, that’s when you lose it. As much as you were holding back, it all burst. Your skin feels hot and you see white as you come apart. Gojo groans in your ear and fingers you through your orgasm.

“Atta girl. Ohh, you sound so pretty.” He pulls his fingers out and shows them to you.

“You made quite the mess there.” He licks his lips and puts them in his mouth.

As you lie there a panting mess, watching him lick your cum, you feel your cheeks heat up. He grins at you and leans further in.

“Have a taste.” He brings his lips to yours and his tongue makes its way in as well. He takes over your mouth and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You moan in his mouth, lifting your arms to wrap them around his neck. Your mind is still in the clouds, feeling so sensitive from your encounter. All you want is to feel him.

“Looks like I’m missing out.” You and Gojo break the kiss. 

Gojo looks behind him, finding Suguru making his way up.

“Heh, you’re right on time.” He looks back at you and gives you a wink. Then he gives Suguru a cheeky smile. 

Suguru can tell by the look on your face that something happened while he was gone. He sees your flushed tired look and the teasing expression on Gojo’s face.

“Sneaky are we?” Suguru tilts his head. His voice sounds chilling.

“Master Geto I-”

Gojo cuts you off.

“Should’ve been here instead of wandering off then.” Gojo eggs on.

Suguru’s brows furrow, but doesn’t say anything else. He turns his piercing gaze at you.

“Come,” he beckons you.

Gojo makes room for you to scoot to the edge. He leans back on his hands to observe you and Suguru. You sit there in front of him and look into his eyes. His hand goes to brush a strand of hair from your face. You almost flinch.

“You...” his voice is sultry.

“Yes, sir?” you blink.

“Get on top of him.” 

You nod your head and turn around to face Gojo. He raises a brow at you and he swiftly  takes off his boxers. His cock springs from its confides, ready for you. It curves so beautifully, it makes your mouth water. 

Gojo grabs your hands and pulls you to straddle his lap. His hands go down your sides smoothly, leaving heat in their wake.

Gojo’s cock throbs against you. He grips your hips and rocks you back and forth. A sigh leaves your lips as you feel your core rub against him.

“Ahh, look how ready she is.” Gojo says.

Then he lies all the way down on the bed and he reaches his hand down and starts to stroke himself as he looks in your eyes. You watch the way his hand moves around it. The tip was already leaking precum. It was making you ache for him.

Gojo’s other hand grabs yours and places it around his cock. His hand is huge compared to yours. Long slender fingers that were soft to the touch as they enclose around you. He guides your hand up and down.

“Lift up for me princess.” Gojo says softly.

You lift your hips and position yourself above his cock.

“That’s it,” he coos.

He guides you down and you feel the intrusion. A sound lets out from your lips that has Suguru at a loss of words. He sees the way you tip your head back, enjoying yourself. Your moans combined with Gojo’s infiltrate his eardrums. 

You hunch over and breathe out hot hair trying to keep yourself together as you come apart on top of Gojo. His hair is sprawled out, and his expression is one of cockiness. His teeth show while his face shows a jeering like smirk. The way he looks beneath you right now makes your head spin. You couldn’t help but admire his toned body and arms, including that happy trail of his. You know he’s handsome, but damn up close and personal, naked even, it was even better.

Your hands go to touch his abs, trailing them up to his chest. Such eye candy. Gojo’s eyes watch you closely. He loves the attention.

You meet Gojo’s pace and ride him faster. He mumbles under his breath while he pistons into you.

“Heh, if it were up to me, I’d keep you to myself instead of sharing you with Geto.” He chimes.

“That will never happen.”

You were startled when you heard Suguru directly behind you. His right hand sails down your spine, which sends a chill throughout your body.

“So sensitive, hm?” he says in a smooth tone. 

You hear him snap open something behind you, but you don’t bother looking back. Your mind was on the way Gojo was slamming his hips into you. Gojo stretches his hand to the back of your neck and brings you in for a heated kiss. His tongue pushes its way in, immediately dominating your mouth. 

“So sweet.”

Suddenly you feel Gojo tense and make a sound in your mouth and he stops his movements suddenly. You blink and pull back to his face a little more flush. He smirks and begins to move again.

You were confused for a moment.

“Don’t worry about it, focus on me.” He keeps rolling his hips up and his cock throbs inside of you. He rolls his eyes back and lets out a grunt. You feel a presence behind you that grows closer. It makes the hairs on your arms stand up.

“I need you closer to the edge,” Suguru says. For a second you thought he was talking to you, but that’s when Gojo scoots further down the bed in one swift motion. Gojo’s legs lift a bit and you feel a hand on your lower back.

“Stay there for a moment sweetheart, and we can resume.” Suguru says.

You watch Gojo’s face twitch and his mouth hangs open. You feel him move beneath you. Curiosity swoons you, so you whirl your head around to see Suguru in the middle of moving his hips slowly against Gojo. A bottle of lube was on the bed beside you and you see his cock bullying its way into Gojo’s ass and you are allured by the action. 

Suguru meets your eyes. He sees the way your eyes roam over his form and looks down where he is connected with Gojo. Suguru lets out a breathy sigh and begins to thrust. You can feel Gojo squirm under you. All of this was too hot to handle.

Gojo’s hands squeeze on your thighs and you peer down to see his half lidded eyes on you.

“Real fun begins, now.” he chuckles.

You smile at him, feeling the fire igniting inside you. You start to move once again, feeling the way his cock slides in and out of you. His eyes flutter at the way you are riding him.

Suguru hooks his arms under the back of Gojo’s knees and he picks up his pace. He starts to grunt behind you, fucking him deep. You follow Suguru’s movement to match him. All three of you are loud and move in sync, fucking each other. You are sure this room and Gojo’s combined, have seen many things that have gone on. Perhaps the whole facility.

Maybe you can join them more often. All day, all night, whenever you want. You will follow your leaders until the very end. Whatever they want, whatever they say, you will obey and follow them.

It feels like your breath is being knocked out of you over and over again the more you move, but you feel yourself start to grow tired at some points.

“Aww, getting tired already? Poor you.” Gojo teases.

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you for a moment, but feel at ease when you feel his hand snake in your hair.

“So mean, Satoru.” Then Suguru thrusts his hips hard, making his cock drive into Gojo in one go.

“Ah!” Gojo’s eyes squeeze but he regains his focus and moans as Suguru keeps fucking him. 

“Not funny now is it?” Suguru taunts.

“Tch!” Gojo pants and cradles your face with one hand.

“I’m sorry.” He apologies with a smile. “I’ll make it up to you.” Then he reaches for one of your breasts and captures your left nipple in his mouth.

“Ohh! Fuck!” you moan. 

You feel yourself become weak as his tongue swirls over it repeatedly. Your breath hitches and your eyes roll back. The overwhelming feeling of his cock fucking you and his mouth on your chest makes you see white. Your skin feels hot and sensitive.

Suguru watches you practically turn into mush. He playfully scoffs at the scene in front of him and groans as his cock goes deeper. His nails dig into Gojo’s skin the faster he moves.

Gojo switches breasts to show the other one attention as well. He ends up lightly biting down on it which makes you let out a small cry. The pain quickly subsides as his tongue slowly licks around it and flicks it with the tip of his tongue.

He pulls back.

“I can feel you squeeze me, princess,” he breathes out.

You couldn’t even reply back to him. Pleasure was running through your veins.

Suguru chuckles and pulls you up to meet his chest. He wraps a hand around your throat.

“So pretty,” he whispers in your ear.

Your breath shutters at his words. They make you relax your head on his shoulder as you stare into his sombre eyes. His hand squeezes your neck, his fingers putting pressure on the sides.

“Do you abide in us, sweetheart?” he asks.

Your throat sounds out a moan. You nod your head.

“No, no, hun.” Gojo squeeze your thigh. “You have to say it.”

You feel Suguru’s hand loosen and you swallow before you speak.

“Yes...I do.”

Suguru and Gojo look at one another and nod their heads. Suguru’s other hand snakes around your waist and starts its trail down towards your core. His pointer finger and ring fingers spread your lips apart. Your hips buck at his touch, desperate for him to reach where you want him.

“Ahh, squeezing me.” Gojo thrusts up into you and you grunt. You can feel him in your gut. He laughs and watches Suguru’s fingers spread you wider.

“You will be obedient and do as we say...right?” Suguru nips your neck while his middle finger goes to lay on your clit. 

“Mmm! Y-Yes!” Your words are so broken.

The heat of the moment was rising quickly.

“You promise?” His finger starts to lightly rub your clit in slow circles.

Your toes curl at the pleasure between your legs. Your hand finds his arm, gripping at it.

“I asked you a question.” His finger lifts from you. You whine at the loss of his touch.

“I’m sorry, Master Geto! Yes! I promise, please! Please!” You beg.

“You’re begging, how cute.” Suguru’s finger returns to your core and he starts to rub your clit in slow tight circles. You take a deep inhale, chest rising, and you release. Gojo thrusts his hips up again, entertained by the way Suguru is handling you.

“Let’s see how long you last, sweetheart. Our obedient, little follower.” He licks your ear and starts to move his finger faster. When he sees your mouth open again, the fingers that were around your throat make their way up to your wet lips. He inserts his pointer finger and index fingers in your mouth. 

You were caught off guard but quickly endured. 

You close your lips around them and your tongue laps at his fingers. You rock your hips on Gojo’s cock as you feel Suguru’s fingers on your clit quicken against you. Suguru’s eyes flicker. He starts to buck his hips faster into Gojo. His breaths were heavy.

Gojo’s eyes blink at the scenery before him. He can feel himself about to lose his shit while watching you two and being fucked in the most pleasurable way possible. Suguru’s cock drives into him, making him clench while your pussy squeezes him. You feel so warm, so fucking good. He can tell that you are about to burst, and hell, he may just do it with you.

“Gonna cum soon, hm?” Suguru asks.

Your eyes stay on him, they tell him yes since your mouth was busy.

“Hmm, does she deserve it, Satoru?” He turns to Gojo, seeing the way Gojo’s face was red and fucked out. He was a hot mess as well.

“She’s been a good girl. Let her, I say.” Gojo responds.

Suguru looks back at you.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I know you’re dying to, yeah?”

Both of his fingers on your clit doubles its efforts and that’s when you break. In reaching your climax, your body goes into a frenzy. It was almost impossible to control yourself. Gojo had to hold you still from below while Suguru had to keep you steady as well. You whimper around his fingers and roll your eyes back as you enter oblivion. 

Gojo curses under his breath. He is loving the way you look and sound...especially the way your pussy feels. 

When Suguru gives one more thrust, Gojo ends up cumming, filling you. He arches his back and exhales through his orgasm. Gojo curses under his breath, biting his lip.

Suguru kisses your neck and pulls his fingers from you. That’s when you go limp and lay on Gojo, catching your breath. Gojo couldn’t even catch a break, Suguru leans in and starts to fuck Gojo harder. His hands crinkle the sheets and his head rests on your middle back. He peppers kisses on you as he keeps going. 

“Fuck,” Suguru hisses.

Gojo’s breath gets heavy, he lets out a deep grumble trying his best to stay grounded.

Suguru’s hair dangles from his head, his eyes are droopy and he closes his eyes as he finishes.

Then he leans on your back and all three of you lie there to catch your breaths, gathering yourselves. It takes a few minutes to come back down to earth.

Suguru sits up and brings a hand to your face to see the look in your eyes.

“You okay?” He asks.

You smile and nod your head, even though you are completely spent.

“I’m okay,” you smile at him.

“Good,” he kisses the side of your head.

He pulls away and he looks down to see where you and Gojo were still connected. He dips his fingers where yours and Gojo’s arousal were spilled. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. 

“Gross.” Gojo rolls his eyes.

Suguru grins and pulls out from Gojo and he lands right next to him on the bed, leaving room for you. You lift yourself up and look down. You didn’t quite want to move yet, but the comfy bed below was calling for you.

You raise your hips and fall right into the spot between them. You stare at the ceiling, completely blown away by this experience. Everything happened so fast.

“You’re still trembling.” Gojo looks at you and slips his hand on your thigh.

You look at him with tired eyes.

“Can’t speak, hm? That’s okay. Rest.” Gojo runs his hand up and down your plush skin.

Suguru nods in agreement and rubs your head.

“We will run a bath to get you cleaned up.” Suguru wraps an arm around your waist. Both of their hands on you helps calm you down some more. 

“Sounds...amazing.” Those words were all you could get out. You always had in mind to expect interruptions in your daily routines. This is just something you never expected. You lie there with them for a while before they go to run a bath for you. The last thing you see is the fan running above your head before you enter dreamland.

-

“Oh my god! I was worried sick about you! I didn’t see you at all yesterday after you left. Is everything alright?” Aya finds you outside while you are in the gardens. Her voice made you jump. 

“Aya. I assure you everything is fine. I promise.” You smile.

That’s right, after you left her in the room yesterday with the others, you never went back. You stayed the whole night with the duo.

“Girl, you look...exhausted.” She raises a brow.

“Uh, well. Yeah, I barely slept last night, but I am alright. I’ll rest some more tonight...” you pause “...hopefully.”

Aya squints her eyes.

“You better. Well, are you busy? I was going to go out and wanted to invite you.” She asks.

Before you could answer, a voice chimes in.

“She is.” Gojo comes from around the corner along with Suguru. Aya gasps and turns toward them. She bows her head.

“Master Geto. Master Gojo. Hello!” she exclaims.

Both of them nod their head and join at your side.

“She is with us today. Sorry.” Gojo shrugs.

“We will keep her busy.” Suguru grins at Aya.

She looks from them to you.

“UH. R-Right. Gotcha. Well, have a good day, all three of you!” She bows and steps away, going back inside.

You look at them both and smile at them.

“Busy?” you question.

“Exactly that, princess.” Gojo lifts his blindfold, with his thumb and gives you an unhinged smile. You were taken aback by his expression. Your eyes look towards Suguru, his expression matches Gojo.

Oh.

“Busy.”

[kisses4lao]

Blooming into you, Ft; Arataki Itto

I actually struggled a lot with that header and title so pls don't mention if it's ugly </3

Also I'm sorry to everyone who followed me for mortal kombat I will not be writing for that anymore :( sadge

Synopsis; you're a street vendor in inazuma city, being the best florist around, Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto starts to take quite the liking to you

Cw/tw; afab reader, slow burn-ish, cursing(fuck is said like three times), vaginal fingering, PiV, PwP, praise, overstimulation, Itto is very big, breeding?, not proofread

Alright fellas I think that's it, enjoy or don't

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The bustling sounds of small children never failed to fill the inazuman air. As a street seller, you'd often find multiple children gathered in front of your small stand to see the infamous Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto lose in every game he's ever played. Watching a man with so much notoriety and fame lose a game to a 4th grader never failed to bring a smile to your face, which is the main reason you've never minded them blocking your shop.

Itto would often strike up small conversations with you, usually once the kids would be called back to their homes, he'd lean on your wooden cart and talk to you. About anything, really. He'd usually bring up the flowers you sold, how beautiful he thought the bouquets were. He'd constantly complement how nice the flowers looked, even asking you if you grew them yourself.

The first time you told him you did grow your flowers, he was astonished. It was late at night and you were packing up when he decided to swing by your little shop. "How's my favorite florist doing tonight?" He says with a grin covering he's face. Whenever he was around, you just couldn't help but smile at his antics. A small giggle escapes your breath as Itto continues, "hey, I've had a few questions about this whole flower thing. Do you grow your own flowers?"

You stare at him with a face that said everything. "Itto, of course I grow my own flowers, where else would I get them from?" His jaw dropped. Why this was such a big deal to him, you had no idea, but he was asking more questions than you could keep up with. "Could I come over and see your garden sometime?" He practically yells this, with the biggest smile on his face too.

You'd known him for quite a bit now, so would it really be a big deal if he knew where you lived? "Tell you what, the suns still out, so why don't you help me carry my stuff back home and I'll show you it." Itto nods eagerly at the idea, quickly picking up multiple heavy crates full of flowers and following close behind you.

As you walk down a small path, Itto brings up more questions about your garden. "Is it big enough to store all your flowers? If you need help, you can always call me down, y'know! I'll help expand it, free of charge!" He says with a smile so genuine you can't help but laugh.

"Thanks, Itto, but I'm doing just fine for now." You giggle out, looking at the road ahead of you. He smiles, nodding his head before replying, "alright. If you need anything, though, anything at all, just give me a holler, I'll be there." You hum happily in acknowledgement.

After a few minutes of silent walking, you arrive at your house. A small cottage surrounded by trees with flowers littering the perimeter. You place the crates you're carrying next to your front door, Itto following you and doing the same. "This.. is your house?" He asked, almost amazed at the small cottage you call a home.

"Yep, this is it. Just an old granny house, fit for one person.. maybe two." You say that last part under your breath, luckily for you, though, Itto wouldn't have heard it anyway. He was entirely too engrossed in the fact that you had a house in the middle of the woods, he thought it was the best thing ever.

"It looks amazing! I always dreamed of living in a house like this! You're so lucky, dude!" He says with a smile, patting your back rough enough to force you forward. You laugh at his gesture, adjusting your stance to be upright again.

You look over the horizon, seeing that the sun has almost set; you decide to make a small move on him. You thought that your crush on him was obvious, so what's the worst that could happen?

"Itto-" you stutter, now nervous. He turns his head, looking at you as he waits for you to continue. "Would.. you like to come inside? For a drink?" You ask, looking up at him.

He smiles, nodding his head as he held his hand out, asking for you to open the door. You walk a few steps ahead of him, placing your hand on the doorknob in front of you and gently twisting it. Once you hear a click, you push the door open, shifting slightly to turn the lights on before slowly stepping inside.

You take your shoes off at the door, slipping into more comfortable house shoes. Itto follows closely behind, staying right behind you as you lead him to the kitchen. He takes a seat at your table, resting his head on the palm of his hand while watching you move.

You pick up your tea kettle, placing it on the stove before striking a match, setting it aflame. You walk to your cabinets, opening them up to see your slightly disappointing selection of tea. "Itto.." you start, "matcha, or sencha?" You say, looking back at him.

He looks up for a moment, seemingly in thought over his limited options. After a few moments, he looks back down to you. "Matcha." He says in an almost amused tone. You nod, taking your small tin of pre ground matcha out of your cupboards and gently placing it on the counter.

You make your way to a separate cupboard, grabbing a bowl and two small cups. You go back to the space near the stove, grabbing your clean chasen from the counter as you begin to scoop the matcha. With your chasen, you slowly incorporate small amounts of water into your matcha, until the liquid becomes frothy.

Lifting the now screaming kettle off the stove, turning the knob at the bottom off to stop from releasing unnecessary gas. You pour more hot water into your bowl, mixing it in with the matcha before carefully dividing the liquid between two cups.

Taking both cups in hand, you make your way to the table Itto is sitting at. You gently place his cup of matcha in front of him, before putting your own cup down and taking a seat. Itto picks up his cup, swirling the liquid in circles before taking the cup with both hands, lifting it closer to his mouth.

His lips part, blowing on his drink to cook it down. He finally takes a sip, placing his cup on the table again as he swallows. "It's good," he says, his eyes shifting from his drink to you, "hot, but I guess I should've expected that." He laughs at the last part, looking at you as you giggle.

"It happens, just be a bit more careful next time." You say, taking a small sip of your own drink in the process. Itto continues to look at you, now with a smirk instead of a neutral gaze. "Next time, huh? Already want more of me?" He laughs teasingly.

"Next time, as in when you decide to take another sip." You say, shooting him down quickly; but light-heartedly. His eyes widen slightly as he looks away, now slightly embarrassed at his own words. "Oh, yeah, I guess that would make sense.." He says, his words being quiet enough that you could barely hear him say anything.

He hums in response afterwards, tapping his finger on your table as he thinks of what to say. Suddenly, his eyes widen again, this time in realization. "Hey, wasn't I supposed to see your garden tonight?" He asks, slightly confused.

You're taken back by this, completely forgetting that that's the whole reason why he's here. You look out the window, realizing it's pitch black outside. "Oh, yeah, I guess that is why we came here, huh.." you mumble to yourself, still loud enough for Itto to hear you.

You turn back to the table, leaving your head down in shame as you'd completely forgotten the whole purpose of him coming back with you. You mainly felt bad for getting his hopes up, opting to instead dilly dally while he just wanted to go outside.

"I- I'm sorry Itto, I had gotten so flustered at having company for once that I got sidetracked." You say, pouting. He looks at you, shifting his head to the side, trying to make eye contact with you.

"Y'know, it's nothing to get upset over, y/n. It's easy to lose track of time, it happens to all of us." He says in a slightly off putting manor. Why is he talking so professionally? Where's his silly? Where did his silly go????

Well, nows not the time to get confused over his shift in tone. Maybe Itto has a more sympathetic side that he's never let anyone else see, or maybe you're just telling yourself that so that you can feel special. Either way you appreciate it.

You nod, lifting your head back up before looking at Itto. The look on his face turns from a worried, empathetic one to a loving smile. "See? Not so big of a deal now, is it?" He laughs slightly.

"Y-yeah, I guess you're right.." you say. You look back at him, trying to get yourself composed once more so you can speak again. "I'm sorry we couldn't do it tonight, maybe tomorrow?" You say, slightly nervous to ask him out on practically another date.

He smiles, nodding his head in agreement. "I don't think I have anything out of the usual planned for tomorrow, so expect me to be hanging around your stand all day. Maybe I can show off my awesome TCG skills while I'm at it, too." He says, giving you his signature grin.

You chuckle, standing up as you slowly walk to your front door, Itto following behind you. You place your hand on the doorknob, opening it as Itto slowly walks out. Once he's off of your front porch he looks back at you, giving you another smile. "Goodnight, y/n." He says softly before walking back to the inazuma city.

You shut the door, pressing your forehead gently too the wood as you take in a deep breath. Only time will tell where your relationship is going, and unfortunately for you, that's out of your immediate control.

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The next day goes as it usually does. The only thing that you could think of that was different was that you were looking forward to your walk home that night. And when that time came, you tried your best to hide how excited you were.

As you begin to pack up all your flowers, you could spot Itto walking towards your stand. As he got closer, you realized that he was picking small bits of leaves and twigs from his hair. "Ugh, I am beat!" He says loudly, groaning as he speaks.

"Itto.. what happened to you?" You ask, concerned, but also highly amused.

"Im so glad you asked, y/n. So, today, I had this TCG tournament with a bunch of kids, and I finally WON!! So the kid I was fighting got mad that I took one of his cards, so while I was walking over here, him and his little punk friends all jumped me! They tackled me into the bushes and started whacking me with sticks! And I couldn't do anything cause they're just kids, so I just had to push all of them off me and make a run for it!"

You try to hold back your giggling as he continues to pick out all of the leaves and sticks from his hair. "Well, seems like you had quite the busy day, huh? Still think you could help me carry everything back home?"

He looks back at you, sighing as he smiles, "I suppose I could.. it'll cost you, though." Now you were intrigued, he couldn't just lead you on like that, that's highly frowned upon.

You look up at him, slightly confused before a grin crosses your face. "Oh? And what do you want as payment?" You ask, mischief lacing your voice.

"I don't know, I haven't thought of something yet. But! I'm sure I'll figure it out by the time we get back." He says, picking up a few of your more heavy boxes, now walking on the trail that leads to your house.

Oh.

You look at him with an almost disappointed look, but the smile on his face makes it hard for you to stay upset. You smile along with him as you both walk down the path to your house, talking about your day the entire time.

Once you get home, you place the crates in the same fashion they were the day prior. You go into your garden through the back gate, leaving it open for Itto to walk through. Once you're in, you slowly circle your garden, pointing to every flower and explaining everything there is to know about them.

Once you're done making your round through the garden, you invite him back inside. "Thanks again for helping me with those boxes, I wouldn't have known what to do if it wasn't for you being there." You giggle.

"Don't mention it, I try to do good when I can, and luckily for both of us, you just so happened to need help." He smiles. You just got into your house, the dim sunlight peaking through the window in your door illuminates your face so well, so well in a way that Itto feels different from when he got here.

"Y'know y/n, I've been thinking about it, and I think I'd like to take you out sometime." He says in a soft tone, almost out of character. You're slightly taken aback by his suggestion, but not in an unwelcoming way; at least, you didn't want it to seem like that.

"I'd love to go out with you, Itto, I'm just... Not sure if I'll ever have the time.." you say, looking away from him. It's true, though. With how much you had to be in inazuma city, you almost never had any time for yourself, let alone a boyfriend.

"We'll make time. If you're out vending, I'll be with you. If you're tending to your garden, I'll be with you. Isn't that what a relationship is about? Compromising?"

You look up, taking it into consideration. You always found Itto attractive, and he's giving you the chance to get closer to him, why wouldn't you take the opportunity. "Alright. We'll compromise then." You say with a smile.

Itto smiles aswell, but you can feel a sudden shift in the atmosphere. Still loving, but something about it feels.. off. Like, something you've never felt before. And Itto could feel it too, you could tell by his shift in demeanor.

The air around you started to get hot, you felt your clothes suddenly cling to your skin from sweat as Itto looked down at you, a smile no longer on his face, just a look of hunger, desire.

He looks you up and down, practically eye fucking you at this point. Where'd this sudden shift come from? Was it because you decided to make your relationship official, he thinks he needs to show you he's worthy of your affection.

"I think we should have our first official date next week, what do you think?" You ask, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Itto looks into your eyes before placing his gaze on your lips, watching as they quiver from anticipation. "Why wait?" He says calmly.

You gulp, feeling a rush of new emotions as Itto closes the distance between you both, interlocking your lips in a kiss. It was passionate, sweet, but most importantly, it showed his hunger for you. Your hands reach out to him, locking behind his head and pulling him in closer.

His arms grab at your waist, picking you up with ease and carrying you to your bedroom. Once there, he places you down gently on your bed, having to lean down to reach you as you both continue your make out session. Itto gently tugs at your clothes, signalling to take them off as he begins to undo his belt.

Once your clothes are off, his mouth begins to trail down, lips attaching themselves to your neck as he starts nibbling on your flesh. He can feel your breathing getting more heavy by the second, giggling at how your breath hitches when he grazed over your skin with his fangs.

Your arms lock themselves behind his neck, pulling him in closer as small whimpers that escaping your mouth. His hands begin to travel lower, softly squishing the skin of your hips before making their way between your thighs. One hand keeps your legs open, hooking his thumb around your panties to push them aside while the other gathers a small amount of slick already building at your entrance.

Itto let's out a groan at the smell emitting from you, only adding to his ever growing lust. He takes his mouth off your neck, raising his head to just below your ear before whispering, "just tell me if it hurts."

With that, his mouth returns to your neck as his free hand slowly inserts two finger inside you. You loudly yelp at the feeling, instinctively trying to close your legs, but ittos hand just keeps them open. "So tight, all for me? You shouldn't have," he chuckles in a teasing voice.

Tears well in your eyes as you can feel his fingers moving inside you, stretching you to your limit. You squirm in place while Itto tries his best to keep you still. "Itto.." you gasp out, back arching.

"Does it hurt too much? Do you want me to stop?" He asks sincerely, watching as your face contorts for any sign of discomfort. You shake your head no as your moans grow louder.

As Itto begins to slowly insert another finger, you can feel yourself come undone. You let out a loud moan as your juices flow onto his hand, soaking the sheets below him as well. He looks up at you and smiles. "Look at you, taking me so well. I knew you could do it."

He gives you a small breather, letting you compose yourself and breath normally before gently aligning his cock with your entrance. His free hand pushed your panties to the side(again, he just likes how the look on you :<) and rubs the tip against your hole, hissing and the contact. His eyes meet with yours, asking for permission.

You give him a small nod and he slowly inserts himself into you. You begin to cry again at the feeling, hurting so good that you don't even know what to think anymore. His cock is practically splitting in half, yet it's still so pleasurable.

Ittos hand roughly grip the sheets, tearing them in the process at how much he's trying to hold back. "I- fuck- y/n, I'm so sorry.." he says while continuing to mumble apologies under his breath. You look up, confused at what he was apologizing for.

Just then, Itto begins to ram his cock into you at an almost dangerous pace. He leans in closer to your body as he continues saying that he's sorry, while still abusing your cunt. Your hands take at his back, trying to grasp onto anything for stability as you can feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach again.

Your nails dig into his flesh so hard that blood starts to leak on your fingers. Your back arches as you can feel yourself lose control once again, cumming on him for a second time. He can tell by how exhausted you are that you came again, and he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

"Taking me so well, fuck- I'm so sorry, I'll be a good boyfriend after this I promise-" he says grunting, gripping the sheets beneath you even harder. You only grow more sensitive by the minute, becoming even weaker in trying to ground yourself. Your arms fall to your side, too exhausted to keep them up.

Your eyes grow glossy and your cheeks stain, a view that Itto can come to appreciate. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, aiming his cock upwards as he rams into your g spot. Just as you were about to vum, AGAIN, Itto bursts inside you, letting out a long, loud whimper along with it.

As your cum mixes with his and slowly leaks out of you, Itto collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing himself in deeper. " 'm so sorry about that, I got too lost in the feeling. I've never been with a woman quite like you before, but god do I want to get used to it." You both giggle at his comment, catching your breath in the process.

As Itto starts wiping down your legs and running a bath for you both, you can't help but wonder if this is what the rest of your life is going to be like. And, if you were being truthful with yourself, you wouldn't want it any other way.

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A/N: I genuinely had no idea how to end this, plus I haven't written in like 6 months so spare me please 🙏🙏🙏

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Your Beauty Never, Ever Scared Me

A/N: oh boy, I just couldn't leave this storyline alone, could I?

Inspired by a post from @aagod who pointed out how amazing the trope is of touching/kissing/caressing one's scars, and I was a WHORE for it. This is inspired by that one line from this song.

But because I have never been brief about anything in my entire life (that's why I'm about to be an attorney), I had to write out a full-length fic set in the Wind & Moon universe.

I also had fun with expanding upon the concept of the Lunar Hashira, including a new breathing form, as well as a special weapon for Y/N! See the end for a link to a visual of a naginata (pole) blade.

Word count: 6.3k

CW: angst, fluff, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fucking in a hot spring. Pining Sanemi, soft Sanemi; shoulder injury, improper setting of a dislocated joint; scar worship (?).

Bon appetite!

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It was supposed to have been a one-time thing.

Even though he had asked her to return to his estate for nightly training sessions, she had told him “no.”

It isn’t that Y/N doesn’t want him — she does very much so, to the point it pains her — but agreeing to continue this thing that had grown between them was a door she would not open.

She couldn’t.

Not when a career with the Demon Slayer Corps was akin to putting one foot across the line to the afterlife. Not when opening her heart up meant losing everything again.

And Y/N knows she already cares for the Wind Pillar far too much.

It pained her to establish distance between them over the last two weeks, even more so whenever she saw Sanemi Shinazugawa’s eyes linger on her for a second too long at their Pillar meetings, the hurt and longing in his eyes undeniable. He does not act any differently towards her, but she casn see the question torturing him every time she met that lilac gaze.

Why?

Because she wanted to. Because he had kissed her first, so really, it was his fault. Because she had melted the second his lips crashed against hers, and she had been so tired of wanting but never being allowed to have, and she wanted for once to be selfish.

But she had been selfish, and every day since she has been the direct cause of Sanemi Shinazugawa’s pain, and the thought is slowly wearing down the remains of her tattered heart into nothing.

But she loves him too much to want to lose him, so she does nothing.

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They are sent on a mission together the next day.

The target is a suspected Lower Moon, located in some dense forest on the other side of the mountainous range surrounding the Demon Slayer Corp’s safe haven.

Rationally, Y/N knows why they’ve been paired together. She knows that his offensive Wind Breathing coupled with her more defensive style of Lunar breathing complement each other well in battle, each breathing style able to make up for the pitfalls of the other.

Still, Y/N thinks the universe is playing a damn cruel joke in making their fighting styles so compatible. It almost feels like a taunt.

They make small talk as they travel towards the demon’s location, every step fraying what’s left of Y/N’s delicate nerves. Her hand closes and releases the smooth shaft of her niichirin naginata blade — a specially forged weapon uniquely suited to her command over Lunar Breathing — as they near their target, her anxiety palpable.

She is not necessarily anxious over the fight — she is more anxious about whom she is fighting beside.

Nervous, because she told Shinazugawa that they could only ever be friends, yet she knows the second she thinks he might be in danger, she won’t hesitate to pitch herself in front of him. A hypocrite.

As she mulls over the thought, Y/N sourly thinks that the Master was probably right about relationships amongst the Hashira. She could not be trusted because she wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice the world to keep her Wind Pillar safe, even though he wasn’t hers at all.

The pair come upon the ruins of a small village, most of the buildings in great disrepair and in various stages of decay. Both slayers, however, pick up on the foul odor emanating from one of the more stable buildings to their left.

Y/N looks to Shinazugawa, who nods in confirmation. That is where their target is most likely lurking.

“I’ll go through the front. Can you find your way in from the back or from above?” Shinazugawa asks, drawing his blade.

Y/N nods. “I’ll cover you.” She brings her naginata to her front, swiping the blade in a long, graceful arc up as she summons her first form, Night of the New Moon, to act as a temporary cloak for the Wind Pillar.

“See ya inside,” Shinazugawa takes off into the crescent-shaped void, not wanting to lose the temporary advantage her technique provides them.

Y/N darts around the side of the crumbling hut and finds a hole large enough to slip through in its rotting roof, joining the battle already raging within.

———————-

The fight against the Lower Moon had been relatively easy — it had almost seemed a waste to send two Hashira to complete the job, given how quickly they had managed to incapacitate the demon. But the tricky part had been in the demon’s blood art, with it capable of creating full, flesh and blood clones of itself that were just as strong as its main body. Though Sanemi ultimately manages to lob off the head of the main body while Y/N held off four — four — of the accursed demon’s equally powered clones at once, the Lower Moon is able to hurtle one last attack towards the Wind Pillar, who is still airborne as he comes down from wielding the final blow.

Sanemi is just barely able to brace himself for impact as the flash of red light sluices towards him, and he feels a slight twinge of dread because he knows he is unable to twist out of the way as he falls through the air. But just before the posthumous attack can land on its target, a flurry of silver and black materializes before him, naginata spinning rapidly in her hand as she summons her eighth form to shield him for the second time since they had started fighting together.

Y/N’s Lunar Eclipse technique absorbs the full force of the demon’s attack, but because she launched herself from the upper balcony of the rotting house where she had been battling the demon’s clones to guard him mid-air, she is unable to get into the requisite defensive stance Sanemi knows she needs for the proper execution of the technique.

So he is helpless to watch as the recoil from the clash of the demon’s attack with Y/N’s defensive maneuver sends her flying backward through a crumbling wood wall, helpless to do anything but yell her name, his free hand grasping uselessly at the air as she sails away from him.

Sanemi feels a sick sense of deja vu as he tears through the rubble into the adjacent room where she has been thrown, thinking back to the first time she had used that breathing form to save him, when she had nearly lost all of her internal organs. Hot panic roils in his stomach as he clamps down the roar building in his chest, moving to yank a large, broken piece of wood out of his way, uncovering the scowling Lunar Pillar.

Sanemi wastes no time grabbing Y/N by the waist and hauling her up to inspect her, eyes wild and frantic as he looked over her for injury.

Y/N groans, sending a fresh wave of anxiety sludging through him as he waits for the coppery tang of blood to hit his nose, to confirm his worst fears that she is seriously wounded, too much so to be able to wait for the Kakushi, and-.

“Shinazugawa,” Y/N’s voice breaks through the roaring in his head. “Shinazugawa. Sanemi.” She grits out, left hand rising to grasp his forearm, nails digging into his skin to command his attention. “I am unharmed.” Sanemi finally meets her eyes, breath still coming fast and hard in his panic, though his erratic heart begins to slow at her words.

Y/N winces, the hand around him flying to the shoulder of her sword arm as she hisses through clenched teeth.

Sanemi sees then the odd slump of her shoulder, as though the joint were sitting lower, an odd gap forming in the fabric of her haori.

Sanemi recognizes the injury, his jaw clenching as anger chases away the panic that had been bubbling within him. “Your shoulder. You dislocated it.”

Y/N shimmies from his grasp, head falling forward slightly to avoid his gaze.  And for some reason, her refusal to meet his eyes makes him furious. Furious because how could she look him in the eyes and tell him that what happened during their sparring session could not happen again, because they couldn’t afford to have emotional attachments as demon slayers, yet not two weeks later, she risks her own neck for him again?

Sanemi opens his mouth, ready to rip into her, to curse her for her stupidity and her hypocrisy, because how dare she tell him not to care for her but rush to give her life for his.

Before the words can form, however, Y/N looks up at him, her eyes so soft and yet so full of an emotion he instantly recognizes as self-loathing that the words died on his tongue.

At that moment, Sanemi knows only one thing: there is no insult, no mockery, no barb he can throw at her that she isn’t already screaming at herself.

No point in beating a dead horse, really.

Sanemi doesn’t want to think about why she looks so guilty because to think about the why meant giving himself hope that she was hurting just as much as he was, even though he knows why she rejected him; understands it with every fiber of his being.

So, he says nothing as she stands, makes no sound as she stomps past him and out through the decaying wood doorway, towards a dying tree in the middle of the courtyard. He watches dumbly as she lines her arm up on one side of the dry bark, inhaling once, twice through her nose before she jerks herself with all her might in the opposite direction, a pained shriek tearing from her lips.

Sanemi has spent many years with the Demon Slayer Corp. He has seen countless injuries, far worse than a dislocated shoulder, and heard far worse screams from the dying as they succumbed to demons.

Yet, as he listens to Y/N’s scream of pain, his blood runs cold.

No, Sanemi thinks, he never wants to hear that sound ever again. Thinks it would drive him mad if he were ever forced to.

But he doesn’t tell her this, because she made it abundantly fucking clear that they cannot be more than mere colleagues, so he tucks the knowledge away that his limit is apparently her pain deep into the recesses of his mind.

Sanemi tries not to think about what that means for his heart.

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They arrive at the Wisteria House just after the stars in the sky had winked out, dawn not too far away. The mistress of the house promises that there is a large hot spring just behind the small estate, up a winding path and that they are both welcome to use it. Y/N was so enthralled at the promise of hot water on her aching muscles that she hadn’t thought to ask the Wind Hashira if he too planned to bathe.

Which was how she found herself in her current predicament.

It was stupid.

It was so stupid.

They had seen each other naked for crying out loud, had shared their bodies with each other. But now, here they were, stuck in opposite corners of the hot spring, resolutely turned away from one another as though neither of them had anything to hide from the other at all.

As though he hadn’t spent an entire evening inside of her, making her call out his name until her voice went hoarse.

His first name, at that.

Y/N hopes to conceal her flushed face from the Wind Pillar for as long as possible, so she hugs her good arm across her chest tighter, wincing slightly as her poorly re-set shoulder throbbed. Y/N predicts a visit to the Insect Pillar’s infirmary was in her near future, and the thought of her aching shoulder having to be poked and prodded anymore made her want to vomit.

If Y/N had been alone, she would have groaned, loudly, until she felt the weight slowly crushing her begin to lighten. But she is not alone, because she so stupidly failed to ask Shinazugawa who should bathe first, and now he is here and so is she, and they are both naked.

Still, the Lunar Hashira cannot deny the pang of longing in her heart as she furtively glances over to where the Wind Pillar stands, magnificently muscled back facing her, as he cups water between his hands to bring over his head, dampening it from white to a darker silver color.

His hair is shorter than it had been two weeks ago, she realizes, and she bites down on her lip as she realizes she likes it – a lot. Her eyes then fixate on the silvery jagged lines of the scars which crisscross his back, tracing her gaze down to where the top of his hips disappears into the glowing turquoise of the spring water. He has more scars on his back than he has on his front, she notes, evidence of his years of brutal training.

Evidence of his loss; great, unimaginable loss.

Because even the most skilled soldiers cannot save everyone, a truism she knew tore Sanemi apart. As memories of their past conversations came flooding back to her, memories of Sanemi telling her exactly what had happened to his family, his partner in the Corps, Y/N feels the oily slick of guilt seep into her gut.

It is ironic, that Sanemi Shinazugawa of all people, had felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with her, — both physically and emotionally — but she had run at the first opportunity for her to return that vulnerability.

She, who had prided herself on being someone that others could depend on, could turn to in moments of need.

But she had run.

Because she is a coward.

He is beautiful and good and selfless and she is a damn coward.

Y/N’s shoulder throbs so violently it feels as if it has its own heartbeat, but Y/N doesn’t pay it any mind. She does not sink deeper into the beckoning warmth of the spring water to try and relieve the ache that is so deep it makes tears sting her eyes.

Such comfort is the least she deserves for the pain she has caused him.

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He hadn’t meant to look. He swears he hadn’t.

But Sanemi accidentally turns when he hears her hiss, an instinctive urge to respond to a threat, to protect her forcing his head around, only to see no threat existed at all. Rather, the sound seemed to have been made in response to her shoulder wound.

She is not turned away from him completely — he has a perfect view of her side profile, the side of her injured shoulder facing him directly. Though her body is mostly concealed by the thick curtain of dark hair that spills down to her waist, he can see that Y/N still has her good arm locked snugly around her chest, in some futile attempt to conceal her ample breasts from sight.

Sanemi bites his lip to keep from snorting. Did it seem stupid, considering he had seen her in a far more intimate setting just a couple of weeks prior? Obviously. But Y/N’s discomfort with the situation had been obvious the moment she had stumbled across him in the hot springs, and Sanemi isn’t about to push her any further.

Especially after the stunt she just pulled on their mission.

He means to turn around once he confirmed that she was safe, that there was no threat looming in the woods surrounding the rocky hot spring. But his eyes snag on her face, on the grimace that twists at her mouth and the furrow of her eyebrows as she massages the tender skin around her swollen shoulder joint.

He hates to see her in pain. Hates it so much, it makes him want to rip the world apart with his bare hands.

And maybe it was because it tore at him to see her in such pain that he feels compelled to speak up, even though he knew he was opening himself up for more rejection, even rejection as her friend.

“You need heat,” Sanemi says, turning fully towards her.

Y/N startles slightly at the sound of Sanemi’s voice cleaving through the silent tension that had been steadily building between them. She turns her head slightly to face him, good arm tightening its hold over her chest.

He is standing in the water, body turned fully towards her. The blue-green spring water laps gently at the toned muscles of his lower abdominals, but Y/N can still make out the start of the impressive “v” of his hips. Her cheeks warm at the sight of the small trail of silvery hair that began just beneath his navel winding down and disappearing beneath the surface of the water to the crop of neatly trimmed hair that she knows frames his thick, proud length.

Y/N’s mouth runs dry as the memory of what Sanemi did to her with that length on the training grounds of his estate flashes through her mind.

So lost in thought is she that she almost forgets to respond to what Sanemi has said, flushing a deeper shade of crimson when she realizes that he had been talking about her wound.

“O-oh, I know. It’s just hard to do when I’m — well, you know.” Y/N laughs shakily, wiggling her good shoulder and the position of her arm across her chest.

Sanemi stares at her for a moment, eyebrows raised incredulously, though Y/N drops her gaze from him before she can see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I can help — if you’re comfortable with it, that is.” Sanemi offers.

Y/N feels her heart lurch at the silver-haired man’s proposition, guilt sliding back into her veins. She does not deserve his kindness, does not deserve his help after how she has treated him, and yet he offered nonetheless.

Y/N cannot deny him again, not when he seems so earnest in wanting to help ease her pain, so she nods. Something like relief flits across Sanemi’s face as he begins to make his way through the water towards her, keeping his eyes fixed behind her out of respect.

When Sanemi is close enough to reach out and touch her, he stops, the water having risen slightly up his waist now that he is in a deeper portion of the spring.

“You can — you can turn away. Put your back to me.” Sanemi says, awkwardly shifting his weight between his legs.

Y/N nods and turns to face away from him. Sanemi’s proximity sends chills across her skin, and Y/N’s belly dips in anticipation as she waits. The thick, damp air of the spring combines with the hot water licking at her upper waist makes her feel dizzy. Wordlessly, Sanemi cups a handful of hot water and brings it up over Y/N’s bruising shoulder, opening his palms to let it pour over her skin.

Though her arm remains firmly placed over her cleavage, for the first time in a long while, the Lunar Pillar feels her body begin to relax under the exquisite heat of the spring water Sanemi delicately pours over her tender shoulder.

So relaxed is she that she does not realize she is drifting backwards, not until her head thuds lightly against something hard and warm. Jolted by the sudden contact, the Lunar Hashira’s silvery eyes fly open and collide with the lilac irises above her, the surprise in his gaze a mirror of her own. 

He is now much closer to her than he had been, and it is with no small amount of embarrassment that the Lunar Pillar realizes that in her haze, she has sunken back against the taut, warm body of Sanemi Shinazugawa.

There is a hint of red that begins to spread across the girl’s cheeks as she looks up at him that makes Sanemi’s ears burn, and he quickly moves his own gaze to somewhere — anywhere — that isn’t the ethereal creature now peering up at him with those haunting eyes.

He wills his other head to not react to the feeling of the girl’s head against his sternum; to not react to the silkiness of her hair or the thick haze of jasmine and honeysuckle soap which now enveloped him.

God, has she always smelt this good?

There is no making sense of what happened next. the Lunar Pillar lifts her head from Sanemi’s chest and turns to face him completely, her left arm still failing to totally obscure the luscious swell of her breasts from view. She peers up at him, as he continues to try and glare at a nearby rock in a futile attempt to not show that he has been watching her every bit as much as she is watching him.

Slowly, the Lunar Hashira lifts her free hand to lightly graze a thick scar that slants Sanemi’s left pectoral. She marvels at how it is both jagged and thick but surprisingly smooth and soft beneath the gentle press of her fingers.

Her touch is feather-light but Sanemi feels the skin beneath her soft caress erupt into flames, his cock beginning to stir at the slight contact.

She begins to trace her fingers to the start of another scar lacing his chest — slightly lower than the first — when Sanemi’s hand snatches up to grab her own, stilling its movements.

“Don’t-“he hisses through clenched teeth, his eyes screwed shut as though in pain. His grip on her is firm, but not harsh. “Don’t touch me like that.”

The Lunar Pillar feels the guilt and shame, hot and relentless, course through her blood. Of course he doesn’t want her to touch him — she rejected him after all. Though she had realized there was no point in trying to run from the blossoming warmth she felt her in her chest every time she looked at the stone-faced Hashira, that did not mean he wanted her, too.

Swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat, she moves to quickly pull her hand away, an apology already falling from her lips at her complete lack of professionalism, at her idiocy—

Sanemi’s grip on her hand tightens before she can remove it, pressing her hand harder against his chest. “Don’t touch me like that,” he repeats, opening his eyes to look down at her startled, red face, “because I won’t-.” He winces, trying but failing to cut himself off before he could make the admission that would surely damn them both.

“Because I won’t be able to stop myself if you do.”

Y/N’s eyes fly up to meet Sanemi’s burning stare, her breath catching in her throat. She curls her fingers against his chest, her arm falling from its position across her breasts so that she is fully exposed to him, and Sanemi thinks his heart might fly out of his chest. She steps closer to him until the soft plush of her chest lays flush against his upper abdomen, the heavenly feeling causing Sanemi’s cock to throb as she leans in close.

Sanemi’s free hand itches to touch her, to rise to rest on the dip of her waist and tug her close, but he holds back, insistent that he gives her an out, a window to walk away if that was what she still wanted.

Instead, Y/N stares up at him through a thick cluster of dark lashes, her gaze setting his skin on fire as she further presses herself against him.

“Then don’t.” She whispers.

Sanemi’s heart skips several beats, and his fingers tentatively rise to brush the skin of her waist, Y/N’s eyes fluttering softly at the contact. He lifts his hand, however, to cup her jaw, forcing her to look back at him, needing to see her eyes to confirm that she truly wanted this — wanted him.

“If we keep going, that’s it. No more running from one another.” He warns, voice hoarse with desire and emotion. “There will be no one else.”

Y/N leans her face into his touch, and Sanemi thinks his knees might buckle right then. “There never was anyone else,” she says earnestly, raising her good arm to parrot the hold he has on her face. “It’s only you, Sanemi. It has only ever been you.”

Whatever resolve Sanemi had kept tethered within himself snaps, as he crashes his mouth down against Y/N’s, her mouth opening easily to allow his tongue entrance. He crushes her face against his, desperate to give everything he has and to take whatever it is she can offer him.

Y/N moans deeply into his mouth, her fingers threading themselves through his damp hair. Sanemi’s kiss is so deep that she feels as though he will consume her whole, but she cannot find it in herself to care because, for him, she would let herself burn.

His lips are still locked on hers as he drops his hands from her face, reaching down to grip under her thighs and lifting her up, Y/N’s legs locking around his waist with ease. Sanemi makes his way towards a small, rocky island that separated the hot spring into two, connected pools, wading seamlessly through the water. 

Y/N breaks from the impassioned kiss with a gasp as the cold, rough edge of the rocky bank scrapes against her back. Sanemi uses the opportunity to readjust his hold on her, lifting her slightly up to press her against the island so that he has better access to her neck and below, though he does not drop the iron grip he holds on her hips.

Sanemi dances his lips down the elegant length of Y/N’s neck, pausing to suck on her sensitive pulse point and eliciting a high, keening moan from her. He moves one hand from its bruising grip from its position on one of her thighs, wrapped tightly around his waist, trailing it teasingly under her to knead the soft flesh of her backside. Y/N moans again, grinding her hips against him, desperate for the tiniest bit of friction against her core which was now aching with her need.

Sanemi growls as Y/N’s core brushes against his throbbing length, his teeth sinking into the juncture between her good shoulder and neck as he nipped her in warning. As much as he wants to bury himself in her intoxicating heat, he will not do so until he knows she is good and ready to receive him.

He pulls away from her neck to look at her, his eyes dark with need and with something deeper, something tender that Y/N won’t name right now, even though she cannot deny that she feels it, too. His cheeks are dusted pink, and his lips are reddened by her kiss. His hair, though still damp, is perfectly tousled from her fingers, and his chest heaves as he tries to control his breathing.

Sanemi is beautiful and Y/N knows in her heart that she is doomed. Doomed because there will never be anything as good as this — as good as him.

He doesn’t hesitate to pounce back on her, hand dragging down the front of her torso to fondle her breast, his lips following down the same path. Before Y/N can draw another breath, her breast is sucked into Sanemi’s deliciously hot mouth just as a rough, callused finger runs over the slit at her core, dipping below slightly to brush against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Y/N cries out then, her fingers moving to clutch onto Sanemi’s shoulders, and she finds that it is easy to ignore the throb in her injured shoulder when he is working to relieve the pulsing ache between her legs.

Sanemi begins murmuring against Y/N’s breast as he slides one thick finger into her, causing Y/N’s hands to fly up to grip his hair, pulling harshly at the strands as she is overwhelmed by the sensation. He tells her she is beautiful, how perfect she feels clenching around him, and how he cannot wait to be inside her and make her sing. He slips in another finger, his thumb pressing against her clit as his teeth graze her nipple, and Y/N shatters in his arms.

“Mnnnh, Sanemi,” she pants, thighs tightening around his waist as she grinds herself relentlessly against his hand. “Oh!”

Y/N comes with the prettiest moan Sanemi has ever heard, and it takes everything in him not to follow suit just by the look of blissful pleasure on her face. Sanemi cuts off her cries with another kiss, fingers curling inside her as he brushes against the sensitive spongy patch on her inner wall, causing Y/N to fall apart all over again, a gush of fluid coating his hand for a second before the water washes it away.

Y/N feels delirious from pleasure, but a cold sting rushes through her, cutting through the hazy fog in her mind as Sanemi removes his fingers from her needy core, her walls still clenching in the aftershock of her successive orgasms. The sting does not last, however, as Sanemi readjusts her thighs around his hips, unhooking one of her legs to bring it up to her side against the rock island, bending it at the knee. He hikes her other leg higher up his waist so that her core is now pressed flush against his demanding length, its weight heavy and hot as it rests against her sensitive flesh.

He rubs his cock against her dripping folds, the friction causing Y/N’s head to fall back against the rocky bank with a thud, uncaring as a wanton moan rips from her throat. Sanemi has one hand supporting the leg pinned against the rock at her thigh, and the other grips her waist tightly, using the rest of his body weight to keep her slightly upright and pressed against the stone.

The grip on her waist tightens as he calls her attention back to him. Through half-lidded eyes, she sees him staring intently at her, eyebrows raised in question, and she realizes that he is waiting for her signal.

The thought that he would still wait for her consent, that he is still offering her an out if she wanted it, is enough to make her want to cry. But she can’t stop now, can’t stop ever, because Sanemi makes her blood sing and she is so tired of denying herself the happiness she feels whenever he is near.

“Oh Sanemi, please. Please.” She begs, rolling her hips towards him, desperate for him to claim her all over again, to make her his and his alone.

Sanemi does not waste any more time as he carefully sinks into her, a strangled groan falling from his lips as he no doubt was overly sensitive from having waited so long. Y/N’s head falls back against the stone embankment and she cries out, finally feeling whole as he seats himself fully inside her.

Sanemi does not wait long to start moving and for that, Y/N is grateful. But unlike their first pairing at his estate, Sanemi takes his time, rocking his hips into hers, cock hitting her so deep that she cannot tell where she ends and he begins. Their first time had been the product of repressed sexual tension that had been steadily building between them, hard and fast and needy, but this?

This was different.

This was passion. This was both the end and the beginning, a sacred covenant between them that bound their hearts together, entwined their souls for infinity.

As Sanemi’s hips pick up the pace against her, the water stirring and sloshing and breaking around them with the force of his thrusts, Y/N realizes that until now, she has been on fire.

She had been from the moment their lips had met during training at his estate. She had been engulfed in an inferno that had only grown hotter, had only consumed her more, when she had tried to run, tried to deny the love that had bloomed in her heart well before she had ever offered herself to him for pleasure. For the last two weeks, she has burned and burned because she had known deep in her soul that she loved Sanemi Shinazugawa and had put herself in hell trying to deny it — to deny him.

Yet he had come and saved her, again, had pulled her out of that pit of fire and brimstone and smothered the flames with his tender heart and tender kiss, and now she was no longer burning; she was just warm.

Warm and safe and in love.

“Y/N,” Sanemi rasps, his forehead pressed against hers as his eyes bore into her, his mouth falling open. His hands clutch her tighter against him, the possessive drag of his cock making Y/N see stars as she clings to him, moaning and whimpering as she feels her release building inside her belly.

And though she is unable to stop the words that fall from her lips, she means them with every ounce of her heart.

“I love you,” she whimpers, fingers digging into Sanemi’s back as his hips stutter slightly against her at her words, the movement resulting in a delicious spike of pleasure against her clit. “I love you, Sanemi.”

Sanemi’s forehead pulls away from her own, his eyes wide and so full of hope it breaks her heart. He does not say anything, but the way he then kisses her makes her taste his response.

I love you, too.

Y/N breaks the kiss, her moans growing louder as her end nears, and from the way Sanemi’s movements quicken, becoming slightly uneven, she knows he is near as well. So Y/N presses her hands against the sides of his face, thumb running over the jagged scar cutting across his cheek as she tilts his head up to look at her.

Lavender eyes meet hers and Sanemi tumbles headfirst over the edge.

He comes with a shout, the tendons in his neck straining as his hips press hard against her. Y/N feels the warm rush his seed start to fill her and she follows after him, clenching so hard on his cock that Sanemi moans again, his release prolonged by Y/N’s pulsating walls around him.

They are both finally spent but Sanemi cannot yet bring himself to pull out, instead burying his face in Y/N’s neck as he tries to catch his breath.

“Did you mean it?” He pants against her sweaty skin, his breath causing goosebumps to ripple across her. “Did you mean what you said?”

Y/N moves to cup his face, pulling him away from her neck so he can meet her eyes. Though he is inside her, he blushes as she peers up at him, her expression serious.

“I love you, Sanemi. I have for a while,” She pauses, considering. “Longer than I was willing to admit two weeks ago.”

And her words are so honest, spoken with such conviction, that Sanemi cannot stop the grin that spreads across his face, and Y/N thinks she has never seen a more beautiful sight than a smiling Sanemi Shinazugawa, as he leans to kiss her slowly and languid.

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It’s hours later, and the two have not left the hot spring, even though they’ve long stopped feeling the heat of the water.

They had not stopped themselves from having one another again and again. Sanemi had still been buried inside of her when she had felt him harden as she professed her love for him again, and so she had had no choice but to move him under her and ride him until he shouted her name, filling her back up with his essence.

Y/N now rests her head on Sanemi’s chest, fingers tracing the outline of the scars dancing across his pectorals.

God, he was beautiful.

His scars told a story — a story of a warrior who gave every part of himself to the dream they shared of ridding the world of demons.

A story of strength; of survival. A warning that he had won every encounter with every demon who crossed his path.

It was a beautiful story. He was a beautiful story.

“Ugly, aren’t they?”

Sanemi’s derisive tone startles Y/N from where she lay, and she looks up at him in alarm. Though the expression on his face was soft — contented, even — there is an unmistakable hardness in his eyes as he glances down to where her fingers rested.

“What on earth do you mean?” Y/N demands, fanning her hand out protectively across his chest.

Sanemi does not respond, merely choosing to smile ruefully at her.

But Y/N shakes her head. “No. No, they’re not ugly; not in the slightest.” She moves so she’s sitting on his lap and bends over him, brushing her lips along the outline of each scar that crosses his skin.

“You’re beautiful.” Y/N insists between the press of her lips to him.

Sanemi reddens but shakes his head at her.  “They scare kids, ya know. And girls. And most people, for that matter.”

Y/N looks up from the scar she is currently lavishing and sees Sanemi watching her intently. She sits up, reaching a hand to cup under his chin so that he won’t try and hide from her, won’t try to avoid what she is about to say.

“Your beauty has never scared me, Sanemi. Ever.” She swears, voice firm and steady.

Sanemi’s heart feels like it is going to punch through his chest and dance across Y/N’s lap. At that moment, Sanemi realizes that nothing else matters to him, nothing at all, except for the woman with the kindest heart he’s ever known and the moon in her eyes.

So he sits up, and cradles her face while he kisses her softly, breaking away from her only to respond to her earlier declaration.

“I love you, too.”

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Here is the reference for the Lunar Pillar's naginata blade -- fun fact, naginatas were historically used by Japanese noblewomen for protection!

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[inklore]

Legit can’t think of anything other then Miguel catching you trying to get off then edging you for the entire fucking night.

torment

— miguel o'hara x wife!reader

word count: 813

warnings: eighteen+ content, i haven't seen the movie yet so that's a warning i guess, unprotected p in v, multiple o's, over stimulation, dirty talk, quick bj mention, miguel is a pleasure dom don't argue with me, amorcito means sweetheart.

note: i hope you don't mind i took this idea and changed it a bit lovey because while yet i would love this, the idea of him handing out orgasms like little torture candies for his own pleasure of watching and feeling you do it drives me freaking nuts omg. i need him.

When Miguel presses two fingers onto your clit, the obscene noises that are coming from where the two of you are connected—where the squelch of your mixed fluids are composing a symphony of desire, where you're coating Miguel's cock entirely, where your thighs are slick and sticky with your own wetness—only intensify. 

Your eyes rolling back, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, and your eyelids drooping in that pitiful way that makes him smile when you turn to face him. 

Your current position has you perfectly spread for him as he spears you with his cock; in his lap, your back pressed to his chest, legs spread out on either side of his knees. 

When he walked through the door hours ago, your overjoyed smile and blissful conversation quickly turned into smirks and moans molded against his mouth. His fingers doing the talking—the steady pull of your clothes from your body, the grip on your hips as he pulled you down on top of him on the nearest surface. His claws come out for half a second, digging into your hip to tug your hips forward and back against his hardness. 

Letting you know his restraint was holding on by a thread. 

“Miss me?” His lips moved along your neck. Your nod answered with a, “gonna show me how much?” which led to you on your knees between his legs with his cock pressed against your tongue and that scowl on his brows morphing into something pleasurable and demanding—demanding of more, to fuck your throat until you forgot how to breathe properly if your lungs weren’t trying to expand around him. 

It hadn’t lasted nearly as long as you wished before he was easily pulling you from the floor and into his lap, maneuvering you into the position he wanted, his hand around your throat as he thrust up into you. Your nails digging into his arm at the tight stretch that burned through your lower half at his girth. 

And before you could even think to continue the count—before your brain hadn’t become mush from the hammering of his hips and dirty words—you had come three times. 

Or was it four?

Five?

It was hard to tell when Miguel gave you half a respite before his fingers were back on your clit and you were squirming in his lap, making his cock hit places inside of you that had you gasping for air and arching your back. 

The sensitivity that felt like pleasurable pinpricks to the muscles of your inner thighs—and your fucked swollen walls—made your body go rigid against him. “I've been thinking about this for days,” his mouth sucks at your shoulder. The brush of his teeth makes you whimper, and the nick of one of his fangs makes your back bow. “Fucking you for hours. Making you come until you’re too swollen and sensitive to take me.” 

His hips snap up in a hard thrust that has a sob pulling through your weak moans when it’s complemented with his fingers pinching your clit between them for half a second before he continues the same rhythmic pattern that has pulled so many orgasms from your pliant body—your overworked and overfucked body—for the last hour. 

“Miguel,” your lungs try to catch the breath that he’s taking from you. By his cock, his fingers, his mouth, and teeth on the pressure points of your upper half that, as always, make you putty in his fingers for him to mold and shape into the perfect little wife waiting for him back at home to use, and take apart with his cock whenever it pleased him to do so.

The words you’re looking to say, to hopefully stop the torture he’s delivering to your swollen clit, catch on a harsh moan at the back of your throat. Miguel chuckles softly against your shoulder blade before pulling his mouth from your skin. The fingers leaving indents against your hip move to your jaw to bring your gaze back to him. 

And all you can do is shake your head at the expectant arch of his brows. 

If you could curse him for looking so good right now, you would. His heavy breathing, mixed with the growls and grunts he's been doing in your ear each time you're about to come, "that's it, that's it, you're gripping my cock s'good, amorcito," and the indent of his fingers on your thighs and throat when he needs to pull you back from that pleasurable delirium that has your eyes glazing over, are the only indications that he is as much a needy mess as you right now.

That animistic need in him completely taking over.

Miguel brings your mouths together, his tongue laces your taste buds with the taste that’s so distinctively his. “Being away from you is torture. I want you to understand how that feels.”