#i enjoy looking at the suffering here. it rips my insides out and all that

[nicolos]

I show you the chest, the chest is brought out of the ground... and then... I don't know what then exactly, but I doubt it involves returning it to the camp as planned. Am I wrong? Tell me I am and we'll continue on our way.

[gorejo]

▸ you want to fuck my girlfriend? here, take a listen, scrub. - GOJO SATORU (forbes30!gojo au)

your boyfriend isn’t too fond when you speak so highly of your coworker, especially when he sees right through their motives — he thinks. so what does your boyfriend do when your coworker calls while fucking you? well, have him listen so he can fuck off.

content: 6.5k words (unedited bc i can't deal with this rip). afab!/fem!reader, she/her pronouns. minors do not interact. blowjob, and cunninlingus. you swallow his cum. he calls you pet names (girl, baby, sweetheart, angel, princess), he gets jealous of your coworker. fingering. satoru cums in his pants oopsies haha. breeding. he calls himself daddy one part for a joke. he cums inside you. he manhandles while his coworker hears you both doing the naughty naughty ◡̈ satoru gets nervous when you call him by his full name.

How did things turn out this way?

You were supposed to be enjoying your dinner with Satoru. You should’ve helped clean the dishes with him by now, maybe even put the plates back into the cabinets.

Usually, he’ll cling onto you like a koala from behind, arms loosely wrapping around your waist while his hands were placed at the base of your tummy. lightly kissing the back of your neck, complaining about how stressful the day was with Ijichi up his ass as you hummed back sweet affirmations. 

And maybe by now, you were supposed to be having some dessert while cuddling with him on the couch, cozy and under the soft blankets as he played with your fingers, grazing around your promise one while watching ridiculous rom-com movies, murmuring under his breath something undecipherable with a smug look on his face. 

“What,” you queried without taking your eyes off the screen, biting your lips as you intently rooted for the couple to finally get together, “ugh but Satoru how can she be so dumb!” frustratingly rolling your eyes, pouting as you slumped into his chest, “like the man is practically spelling it out he’s in love with her!” 

“You tell me,” your boyfriend groaned, “because baby this feels like déjà vu.”

“What?” you intently looked back at him, “sorry… can you repeat that?” you cheekily smiled, clueless at what was going on in your boyfriend’s head, completely forgetting about the torment and the eight years of suffering (he liked to exaggerate) he had to endure just to be here with you today, not even adding the months it took for you to even date him during college — he liked to always add.

“Nothing,” he softly responded, pulling you closer as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “just thinking, that’s all,” he murmured before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

This was supposed to be the ritual for Thursday evenings — wind down and relax while shitting on the cringy plot as you both giggled about the unrealistic romance, completely delusional just how you both got back together…

And as most couples do, while peacefully lying together things happen to lead to another, a simple kiss becoming something more, wanting and needy, resulting in occasional sexual favors when you both are up for it. 

occasionally.

“Nothing too strenuous,” he’ll smile while looking up at you, his hair softly covering your breasts as he kisses your perked nipples.

“Satoru… w-we can’t, we need to get up early.” The irony in your words almost made him laugh. 

Can’t? Oh… how you underestimate him. Have you not learned already that there was no “can’t” in his dictionary? 

“No no, princess, we can,” he tenderly seduced as his lips brushed against your skin, looking up at your needy face with his cheeks a faint rose, “we always make it work.”

“But ‘Toru! Ngh,” you whined, grasping his wrist as you arched your back. The way you sucked in a harsh breath when you felt his mildly calloused fingers inch their way down into your panties, gently stroking your sensitive clit made his cock painfully throb inside the restraints of his briefs.

“it’ll be quick, so relax,” your boyfriend coaxed, his tongue swirling and sucking against your breasts, his ego satisfied when he feels you succumb to his touch. And when he releases with a pop, a coat of his saliva glistening on your areola, he can’t help but salivate when he thinks about how pretty your cunt will also glisten with his spit as your cum drips down his chin.

“You’re such a liar.” you tugged on his hair, bucking your hips to get more friction against his hands.

“Don’t you know me so well,” chuckling as he placed tender kisses to your chest, reaching up your collarbone and to your jaws, watching your expressions change from expectancy to frustration as he teased to put his finger in, “baby, yes or no?”

Glaring at him, you pulled him closer, “I hate you—” your voice hitched when he pushed two fingers in, slightly opening his mouth to release a moan as he watched your head being thrown back and chest huffing at the sudden penetration, immediately placing his vacant hand behind your head so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“Aw, you’re going to hurt my feelings,” a sly smile crept over his face, his mellifluous voice making you clench on his finger. his hand brings your head down to see his fingers connecting with your pussy, the slick of your erection making erotic noises behind the muffled voices from the movie.

“but you hear that?” His long fingers slowly entered frustratingly in and out of your hole, twisting as the tip of his middle and fourth fingers arched to brush against your sweet spot, the gushes of your viscous juice being embarrassingly loud as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, arms thrown around him, “heh you love me so much.” 

It’s always just to get the edge off from the day’s stress. 

And it’s never quick with Satoru unless it was the risque office sex he liked to have recently or when he thrived off a fast run in goddamn random places. But mostly it was a couple of rounds at a minimum.

Other times, you were kneeling in between his thighs, your fingers linked under his waistband, pulling down his gray sweats — his bulge deliciously accentuated in it. A soft whine releases when you feel a knot in your stomach and a familiar aching in between your thighs as you lick your lips while palming his clothed member.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured, scanning down from his face to his pelvis. 

your boyfriend worked hard for his body, proven by the thousands of pictures he sent you while at the gym or during his free time. mostly unsolicited photos that he strangely knew exactly when to send — during your meetings, during lunch, or just when you’re about to leave the office.

“Yea?” he murmured, kicking his sweats off his ankles, “or do you just like seeing me half naked in my sweats you love to eyefuck me with?”

Satoru had a talent, gifting to be exact, for looking so pretty — especially when his lids were half opened, his pink lips mildly caved open while his hands desperately touched you. With his defined adam’s apple bobbing, expectantly swallowing a wad of his spit as you kissed down his neck, tongue gently tickling his collarbone while you made your way down his firm chest, placing soft pecks on his skin as your hands soothed out his clenched abdominals.

“Hmm,” blowing on his member and placing a sweet kiss on his inner thigh, “both,” you hummed.

He’ll hiss when the cool air meets his semi-hardened cock, looking intently down as your small hands wrapped around his pretty shaft. His cerulean eyes lasciviously looking down at you while you played with his member, licking at his tip and stroking his length. His eyes soon roll back, his toned arms flayed while his hands clenched onto the back of the couch, his lids fluttering while he desperately rasped, feeling your sweet mouth sucking at his balls, “fuck, just like that angel… such a good girl.”

Usually, you’ll draw out his high. Hearing his hitched breaths and wonton moans as you swirl your tongue around his pulsing head, placing soft kitten licks and butterfly kisses down his length, holding his shaft and putting it against your cheek to have him see just how big he was. 

And only when you see his brows furrow, his hand making its way to the top of your head to gently yet impatiently push you down his length, that you’ll expand your mouth, and pull him in deeply to the base of your throat. 

He’ll guide your pace to just how he liked it, hips bucking into your mouth as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and his neatly trimmed pubes tickled your nose. Hissing at how warm, soft, and just so right your tongue felt around his dick as his thumb gently massaged your jaws, cooing at how perfect you looked — satisfied that no matter how many times you’ve done this for him, it was still a struggle for you to take him in all three holes.

And on most Thursday nights, it doesn’t take him long to cum into your mouth. With his head thrown back as he gulped down his spit, the vein of his cock bulging more as you felt his shaft twitch in your hands. He’ll relentlessly shoot his warm seeds down your throat, his body hovering over you as he groans while gluttonously calling out your name — breathy and close to whimpers as he rode out his orgasm.

You’ll release his softened cock with a little pop when his chest starts to calm and you hear his graveled chuckle. tiredly smiling as you sweetly looked up at him, his eyes fucked as he gazed at the corner of your mouth still covered with remnants of his cum.

“here spit,” he’ll kindly offer his hand, voice groggy and deep. 

Satoru is a simple man when it comes to you. Because when you open up your mouth, showing him there was nothing left, he’ll feel his cock twitch again as he smiles. Groaning with his one hand wrapped around your jaw, just large enough to hold your face to easily maneuver. With your cheeks lightly smushed by his grip, he’ll arch down to praise you just before landing a kiss, “that’s my girl.” 

And on other occasions, he’ll have you laying on the couch, his fingers delicately spreading out your pussy while he swirled his tongue around your clit, his finger prodding inside you — one, two, occasionally three when you were really feeling it — his salacious eyes watching your body squirm and lip spread like an angelic ‘O’ as you moaned out ‘Toru’.

Call him a masochist but he loves the sharp pain of your fingers pulling at his hair as you come into his mouth. It makes his dick twitch to know he’s doing a fine ass job pleasing you. He’ll go on his hands and knees if it meant he could endlessly make you cum — in his mouth? Well, that was a cheeky bonus.  

He groaned as he lifted himself up, swiftly looking at the drops of your juices traveling down his forearm before he caged you back into his arms, his lips kissing you loosely while your hand immediately found refuge in his briefs. 

It wasn’t a surprise you still felt him hard — one round was never sufficient for a guy like him.

And in between kisses, as he tugged onto your lower lip, “did you feel good?” he’ll breathily mutter, being careful not to use his soiled hands to touch you, yet he’ll press further into your body wanting more of you.

“Mhm, always,” you’ll affirm as you breathe out, feeling him slightly tremble in your hold, “you okay, Satoru?” 

“Baby…” as he slightly pulled away to look at you, “I never came so fucking fast in my life,” he groaned while looking down, his enjoyment proved by the dark circular outline on the groin of his sweats, “i’m still fucking hard.” 

Aside from sex, Thursdays were supposed to be a routine. Get home, eat and wash up, enjoy a glass of wine or dessert, and warmly talk in each other’s company as you both looked forward to the next day after work — the weekly date night that Satoru thoughtfully planned.

Key word: supposed to.

This was supposed to be the usual for a typical Thursday night. 

So, how did you end up here — naked and sticky, with his hands pushing down your thighs to your chest, his long fingers pressing into your plush skin with eyes dark and carnal as his cock stretched you out fully in his bed with his hips pounding into you as his phone obnoxiously buzzed.

Well, it’s probably when you mentioned you would have a work meeting with a coworker after dinner, completely neglecting him — his Thursday routine with you.

“With who?” clenching his chopstick as he silently chewed on his rice, knowing just who you were about to say.

“Well,” cleaning your lips with a napkin, “Tanaka-san wanted me to go over the presentation with him for tomorrow.”

Satoru was sure he felt a vein pop when he heard his name. He was already upset that you were partnered with him for your upcoming project, he couldn’t possibly show his disapproval when you were so excited telling him all the little details you needed to prepare for. So he bit his tongue and let it bypass, forcing down his complaints because, “it’s just work, nothing more,” you cheerfully responded while combing through his hair, his arms wrapped around you as he pouted, “you’ll be with a guy?” 

He usually didn’t care who you were partnered with, just with fucking Tanaka-san he did — anyone but him.

The Tanaka-san that you talked so highly about. The one that always brought in an extra cup of coffee, because it just so happened that your favorite cafe near work would always mess up his order and give him a drink for free.

He’ll quickly text you, clicking his tongue in annoyance in his car, angrily shaking his legs as he stared daggers into the man.

>> baby! coffee and pastries are on me for you and your team ( : 

>> and don’t drink that.

<< satoru… go to work, he’s just a coworker.

<< … and you bought lunch for us yesterday.

>> what? :p can’t spoil my princess? Damn the world is such a heartless place now, my girlfriend won't even let me love her. 

&lt;;< Gojo Satoru.

>> heh… yes? That’s my name!

<< go to work, Ijichi-san is calling me.

>> a thank you will be nice. or even a kiss, i’m still here ( : 

Or when Satoru texts or calls during your lunch hours, the stupid Tanaka-san will always be in the photo or facetime, somehow always being mentioned that you were getting lunch with him. 

And fucking god, whenever he would pick you up from work, he’ll see right through his actions, when Satoru catches Tanaka-san’s eyes linger on you a little too long for just a normal co-worker basis. 

Fucking scrub, Satoru mentally cursed, the audacity of the guy to think he even had a chance with you. It took him eight years of pure agonizing delay, and there was no way he could top that. 

Satoru noticed your phone was set on the table. Vacant and unused as you absentmindedly walked off to get some water. You made it so easy for him. 

“Babe, I need to check something real quick, can I use your phone?” 

“Sure,” you mindlessly nodded away.

Your phone recognizing his face, he quickly scanned through your messages to send a text.

>> Tanaka-San, sorry but my phone is dead. Can you text this number instead? 03-xxxx-xxxx 

>> thanks ! ( :

&lt;;< sure! 

And before you came back, Satoru quickly pressed the messages with his thumb, quickly deleting any evidence.

“O-oh god,” panting while your fingers gripped onto the sheets, anything, to steady yourself as he rammed his cock into you.

“that’s the spot, yea?” throwing his head back, his hands now pressing at your waist, pulling your hips upward, allowing his cock to hit that very deep sweet spot only he can reach.

“you like it here right,” he growled, watching you with sweat dripping down his temple, his stomach deliciously flexed with every thrust he mercilessly pistoled his cock in.

“s-slow down! Youre gonna make me cum again,” you cried out, tears fanning your view.

Of course, he was, multiple times in fact. 

Most times, he’ll gently cradle you in his arms, fucking you gently before picking up his pace. Prepping you fully while you impatiently writhed in his arms, your pussy wet as he slapped his cock on your hardened bud. He wasn’t one to shy from being too rough, nor was he hesitant to be soft. He’ll always stay tuned to your emotions and place you before his own release, but today… the sight of you crying solely because of his cock gave him an ego boost — especially knowing a certain brat was waiting for your attention. 

Chuckling as he gave you a lascivious smile, the one that wasn’t his usual flirty nor sweet — the one that was onset with hunger and annoyance. 

“Then cum,” he mockingly ordered, the slapping of his hips meeting your ass harshly echoed. 

“it’s too much!” You cried out, your breasts bouncing with every thrust he made, barely making the words through the thick smell of sex and humidity in the room.

You weren’t sure if the sheer length of his cock entering deep inside you was stripping you of air, or the sudden match of his swollen lips on yours that made you feel suffocated. 

“Satoru! ngh” you gasped in between his passionate kisses, “I-it’s too deep!”

“Angel,” he whispered, his breath closely fanning over your hot cheeks as the rhythm of his hips firmly pressed in, his thrusts unforgiving as he watched you ricochet at the force. His hand now placed a little over the base of your tummy, “don’t you feel me? I’m right here, silly.” Emphasizing his last word with a taunting smile.

“but ‘Toru —” 

It was almost impossible but Satoru made it happen — he always did. Because within a split second, you felt his ass clench and balls slap firmly against your ass, groaning as his breath slightly hitched, “fuck you feel so good,” he rasped as his toned arms caged you in, leaving you no room but to face him, “you feel me, baby… this is how far I can go when I’m inside you, crazy isn’t it?”

Buzz! Buzz!

“fucking shit,” he cursed as his eyes shot to his phone, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Despite the little prank he pulled with your coworker, Satoru himself forgot who the recipient was as he mentally cursed at whoever was disrupting his time with you. 

Quickly switching positions, flipping you onto your stomach, pressing you down with his weight as all 7.2 inches of his cock throbbed inside you, he hooked his arms under your, clenching his ass while rutting in.

Buzz! Buzz!

“Y-your phone,” you moaned out as you felt your boyfriend swiftly pulsing in, the slapping of skin muffling the sound of his phone, “it keeps ringing fuckkk,” you pulled out a moan, “maybe it’s important ‘toru!”

“i swear if it’s Suguru,” Satoru spat through gritted teeth, “im gonna kick his ass.” his hand reached over to his phone, immediately rolling his tongue against his teeth. Squinting from the harsh light of his screen, nothing could tick him off more than seeing his name.

Scrub — aka Tanaka-san.

<< scrub (27 minutes ago)

hi! you asked me to text this number so I did! 

let me know when you’re free

<< scrub (15 minutes ago)

Hello, are you still up to facetime? 

<< scrub (8 minutes ago)

Let me know when you’re free! (: 

Also, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something…

<< scrub (2 minutes ago)

Are you there? Let me know if you’re okay.

I’m getting a little worried now…

<< missed call from scrub (10 seconds ago)

“Why the fuck is he over-exaggerating,” Satoru’s voice laced with venom, clearly pissed when he feels his phone vibrate again in his hands, the caller ‘Scrub’ not knowing when to quit.

“dumb fuck doesn’t know when to stop does he?” he hissed, throwing his phone to the side before giving him your attention again, pressing his member further in as he grunted at the weight of your walls falling plush to his length — fluttering and warm.

“w-who — ah!” you gasped when the tip of his head teasingly grazed against your sweet spot, struggling to breathe with the weight of your boyfriend on top of you.

“It’s no one,” Satoru chuckled, cupping your sweaty face as he pulled on your lower lip, “aw guess i’m not doing my job correctly,” his arms quickly moved to cage your legs to rest on his shoulders, making it so easy for him to breed you right then and there, “if you can think while i’m fucking you.”

“—ngh! It feels so so good, ‘Toru! More more!” 

“Yea, you like that?”   

Managing to get your arms around him, despite the pressing of your thighs on your chest, you whimpered while pulling him even further down, “mhm I love it, makes me so full…” 

Buzz! Buzz! 

“I fucking swear,” Satoru mentally chimed as he grasped for his phone, standing on his knees as he ran his wet hair through his fingers, showcasing his forehead as you watched his features highlighted through the screen light.

“Hurry…” you cooed, running your foot up his chest to play with his nipple,  smirking as you seductively bit your pinky when he hugged your thigh with one arm while he scrolled through his phone. His biceps perfectly curling against your calves.

The veins on his forearms bulging as his grip tightened against his poor device that he could easily break with how pissed he was getting.

At this point it wasn’t even the fucking scrub that irked him, it was the simple fact that this prick managed to get on his nerves.  

>> scrub

Please pick up, I hope everything is okay. 

“Turn around for me, daddy’s got some business,” his voice laced in humor yet his actions said otherwise. Before quickly sending a text, he ordered, “and get on your knees for me baby.”

“O-okay,” your obedience was so cute. Normally you would’ve picked a fight, not letting him get what he wanted so easily, but today you were rather submissive.

Getting on your knees, you felt his thighs spread out your legs further, his vacant hand kneading your bum as he ran the tip of his head against your wet cunt, pressing himself in slowly when his dick was felt nicely lubricated with your slick.

“Fuck…” he hissed through his teeth, watching his girth perfectly stretching you out from behind. 

Buzz. buzz. His phone vibrated in his hand.  

“Good girl, let me take this call real quick, it’s really important,” quickly pressing a kiss to your back.

Fastidiously looking back, your eyes round in panic, “wait Satoru are you serious right —”

He rammed his length into you, stifling you as he almost knocked the wind out of your chest.

“be quiet for me, yea? We’ve done this before,” he smirked, “just think it’s suguru on the line.”

“B-but this is different,” you panted while grasping hold of his pillow. It felt nice with Satoru’s scent covered all of it. Despite knowing this was wrong, how improper this was, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of eroticism in all of this — fucking while he was on a business call… what devil came over you.

And he, the epitome of the devil himself had the nerve to send you a wink as he flashed his canines in a smile, his cock bullying your cunt, “shhh,” he mouthed while placing a finger on his lips, “just be good for me and just take my cock, yea? Don’t want nobody hearing my baby.”

Quickly losing any resolve when he knowingly pushed deeper inside. “You pervert — Ah… just right there…” you softly mumbled, your body moving forward when he retracted back to meet him in the middle for a harsher impact.

Satoru loved to spread your ass, he swore he saw stars when he saw your wet cunt, your cute little hole, wrapped so tightly around him, his sheer size stretching your rim. 

“You love me,” Satoru cheekily responded before lightly biting your shoulder. And in that you did, no denying. And he knew that — fully, most entirely well. 

With adrenaline pumping through his blood, nothing could stop him from tearing this man up into pieces for even glancing at what was his.

“Hello,” Gojo’s voice was calm, his dilated cerulean eyes locked to the crevice of your ass where his cock slowly pulled out and entered back in to disappear.

“Gojo-san?” the other man questioned, briefly taking a second to respond, “Oh, I- I hope you’re well, Gojo-san.”

“I am, you seem rather disappointed it’s me,” Gojo joked, voice laced with sarcasm.

“No, never! I just didn’t expect —”

“Expect me to answer?” 

“well yes…”

You could barely hear the other line. You knew it wasn’t Ijichi-san, his voice was much higher in pitch. And it wasn’t Suguru, or else Satoru wouldn’t be so tense… nor would he give two fucks if his best friend could hear. 

“‘Toru,” you moaned, “who is it?” you softly muttered.

“Shhh, angel,” Gojo soothed, “ keep going just like that,” he guided with his free hand placed at the small of your back to pace your hip movements, “she’s a bit occupied right now.”

“Oh.. I see,” the man on the other line awkwardly responded, “do you know when she’ll be free?”

“Not sure,” your boyfriend hummed, though his voice was calm, his lower portion of his body wasn’t. Because when he felt you intentionally clench on his length, looking back with your face smushed on his pillow — so delicate, so needy — he felt the insufferable knot in the bottom of his stomach start to burn and his balls twitch.

Suddenly thrusting in, making your whole body jolt, shaking at the force of his head bumping against the familiar gushy spot, “Is it something I can help you with?”

“Are you sure? I’m sure you’re a very busy man and all —” Tanaka trailed on stating how grateful he would be, an honor if the Gojo Satoru could help, but it went through one ear and out the other for Satoru. 

“Mhm,” he mindlessly responded, “if you present that idea as your last point, giving multiple sources and data to prove it, i don’t find a reason why your boss won’t further finance your project.”

Looking at his phone to see a pdf file sent, quickly scanning over the details, “tidy up the numbers, I think your calculations are off on slide twelve.”

“Thank you, Gojo-san… uhm i-if i could ask one more question —”

“ ‘toru,” you mewled — you shouldn’t, you absolutely shouldn’t but you did knowing he’ll cave. Your boyfriend looked hot seeing him doing his work, talking in verbage that seemed so knowledgeable. And he was readily available — always.

“i wanna see you.”

“Hold up, can I keep you on hold for a brief moment,” Gojo stated, mindlessly pressing the mute button before he heard his response, throwing the phone to the side.

“Oh sure, that’s alright —”

His tongue swiped up from the base of your back as he grasped hold of your cheeks with one hand, pressing you down again into his favorite position. his hot breath seething to your ears as the only sounds aside for you both was the slapping of wet skin hitting eachother.

“Missed me?” he grins when he sees you nodding, “aren’t you a little naughty for distracting me.”

Normally you would scoff at his teasing banters, rolling your eyes as you listened to Satoru try with his questionable choice of words. He still had a childish habit of thinking you both were still young, freshly in your late teens as you both explored your sexual fantasies. 

It was laughable, really. A man calculative and deemed honorable to society was nothing but a child that whined for your attention. 

And this same man did rather unexplainable things to you. Like leaving you breathless with his love and how he served you as his lover, to the way he fucked you senseless, leaving you babbering and writhing for more.

The wonton groans echoed in the room fuzzies your mind, oftentimes making it hard to expand your lungs to inhale.

“breathe, focus on me,” he guided you — noticing you were struggling, noticing you were awfully close.

The familiar clench of your inner walls wrapping against his cock as he pushed deeper in, his breathing halts for a brief moment while his feet dug into the mattress, his ass clenching with every thrust. 

“I’m so so close, ‘toru—‘m gonna….gonna—”

“I know, me too,” he groans while biting your shoulder, letting out a sweet gasp that leaves you shivering in his arms, “just give me a little more, yea?”

“Yes! Yes, more — need m-more!”

“Squeeze a little for me,” he gathers your thighs to create more friction for his cock to pass through your entrance. And immediately you clenched your thighs, knowing just how he liked it.

“just like that, squeezing me so tight,” he murmured while kissing your back.

You know he’s close. It’s in the way his sloppy thrusts, and his pace lacked his usual tempo. The girth of his voice stammering as his thumb firmly pressed against your clit, shoving his hand underneath you to rub circles like it was the most imperative thing for him to do besides holding his high just until he could spill his seeds into your dripping cunt after you reached your high. 

“s— ‘toru.” youre close too. He can feel it in the way you call out his name. The way your walls fluttered and your slick made his cock every so easily penetrate inside you.

You were perfect — just like this, with no interference, with no Tanaka san — just you and him connected as one.

Was it naughty? Hell yea, and he loved every second of it.

But was keeping your coworker on hold while he fucked you a good idea? Probably not. You’ll most likely chew his ear off if you ever heard of this.

But, maybe it was the hormones raging inside him talking or he seriously didn’t give two cents about that scrub, but he thinks he heard something muffled through the covers, the culprit being his phone.

Maybe it was the notification for your period tracker? Guess it would be around this time it alerted him.

It could be Ijichi begging for him to respond to his email saying it was urgent — nothing was more urgent than this. 

Oh well, whatever it was guess that’ll be future Satoru's problem.

“Please —’m close, ‘toru l-let me hold you,” you whined. 

“Kay turn around for me,” quickly lifting himself, just enough so he could angle his cock swiftly in without much effort.

“You okay?” he lets out a chuckle when he sees your messy state — it’s beautiful, makes him want to bother you even more.

“Satoru, i think you literally fucked a baby inside me this time —” instead of finishing your statement, you ended up gasping. Pulling him closer, back arching and eyes rolling as your boyfriend ignorantly drove himself in, bullying your pussy while splitting you in half as the coil in your stomach inevidenatly snaps with his force. 

This time? Well… it’s laughable — your innocence. 

“Oh sweetheart,” firmly pinning down your hips, pushing down with his chest pressed down upon your breasts, his arms securely caging you in — locking in his prey, licking his lips just ready to devour. It was easy to miss the intent of his words, his voice for a moment tender and sweet contrasted to his cock pistoling mercilessly into your abused cunt, “that’s the point of fucking.”

The familiar pain he felt on his back, mildly stinging from a sweat, felt all too euphoric and sinful, yet his eyes ran to the back of his head in pure bliss.

The tugging of your arms against the ends of his hair, pulling you closer to your body despite the desperate cries requesting that he slow down… he knew you all too well to do anything else but listen to you.

Because just as he predicted, you gasp. Your walls spasm and your body shivers. The heat in your tummy that’s been threatening its release finally fires. With your eyes rolled back, you cum — hard with a warm liquid leaking out of your swollen cunt.

Nothing can send him off the edge more than him watching you reach your high. So when he sees you tensing and murderously clenching on his cock, the heat of your high running down his inner thighs, his bedsheets drenched in fluid, a similar gasp befalls his lips. 

His voice cracks while muttering something incomprehensible as his arms tighten their grip around your body, his hips rutting desperately into you.

“Cum for me pretty,” you purred — eyes dazed and tired, yet holding on till the end. 

And then he snaps. Hiding his face into the crook of your neck, desperately holding onto you as he pulls in a final thrust, his hot seeds shooting straight inside and his balls coiling inside the sac. 

His voice was filled with so much desperation. His moans echoeing, verberating through the halls. 

“Shit this pussy does wonders,” he groans with his jaw clenched, “keep it all in, all of it for me,” he rasped before smothering his lips with yours. 

Satoru moans while kissing you. Rocking his hips loosely back and forth into you, your mind feeling dizzy — maybe at the thought of his cum being pushed further in, or that he fucked you so full. 

He shivered a bit, he always did post-cum. Clinging onto you without any resolve to get down.

“You’re heavy,” giving him a hug while placing soft kisses against his cheeks.

“I’ll get off in a minute,” he whined while placing your hand on his head, “little more like this.”

Giggling as you scratched at his scalp, “can you wash me up —” 

“Hello? G-gojo san…” there was a muffle in between his sheets.

What the hell was that? Until you remembered — “Oh my fucking god Satoru!” you panicked, immediately pushing him off you, your partner immediately groaning when his clock slipped out of your warmth. He couldn’t help but take a peak if it’ll spill out — and it did, a shining puddle of his cum slowly pooling in his sheets… drip by drip out of your pretty cunt — god he wanted to stuff it back in.

“Your phone!” you whispered while quickly wrapping yourself with his sheets — as if that’ll undo what he did.

“you left him on hold!” 

“It’s your fault,” he groaned as he shifted his body to lie on his back, pulling himself up to lean against the backboard. It creaked a bit. Did he fuck you that hard? Impossible. 

“What?” you stupidly looked at him, brows furrowed at his audacity to blame you.

Well if your pussy wasn’t so good, he thought while begrudgingly picking up the phone, maybe he wouldn’t have completely forgotten about the prick that was on the other line.

“hey sorry, bout that,” Satoru grunted while wiping off the excess cum on his dick with a tissue.

He couldn’t remember if he pressed the unmute button, but couldn’t care less if he did. 

“T-that’s alright,” the other line sounded off, almost uncomfortable.

“You need anything else?”

“Uhm… no, that’s okay, uh… have a good night, sir.”

Sir? What the fuck was with the honorifics all of a sudden…

“Well you too, good night. And oh, don’t bring coffee anymore, that’s my job.”

— next morning.

“Remind me the next time you decide to fuck me on a work day” the ache in between your legs causing your voice to be laced with venom as you swirled your instant coffee, “that I cut your dick off.”

“But it felt good no?” your partner scoffed through the line, “and aren’t you the one that, I quote, ” sarcastically clearing his voice “‘toru harder! Harder, satoru harder! I’m so full! Cum inside —”

“Gojo satoru,” your voice panning, “yes maam,” your boyfriend immediately straightened after hearing his full name. 

“So… i’ll pick you up later tonight —” Satoru tested his waters only to be cut off when he heard a familiar voice on the other line. 

“Hello —” 

What the fuck. 

“Oh! Tanaka-san,” you chirped, “good morning! Coffee?” you offered to make him a cup.

“No thank you…”

“Well, I was waiting for your call last night, how come you didn’t call?”

“Sweets?” Satoru called out successfully getting your attention.

“Oh sorry, one moment.” apologetically smiling to your coworker, “hey baby, call you later! I’m with Tanaka-san! Bye!” you ended the call before hearing your boyfriend’s response. 

“Uhm…” your coworker nervously played with his thumbs, “yea… about that… c-can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yes, is everything okay?” you worriedly asked. 

“Of course, I —” letting out a frustrated sigh, “I think there was a little misunderstanding.”

“Of?” you questioned, pursing your lips in confusion.

“I… I think your boyfriend —” catching himself with his error, “sorry… Gojo san misconstrued my actions for something else,” the poor man murmured.

“I’m sorry, Tanaka-san, I don’t seem to follow…” 

“I called him yesterday while —” stopping himself from continuing with the thought, “and I promise it wasn’t because of what he presumed it to be, and I won’t tell a soul about what happened,” the man continually stammered, his face becoming increasingly pale while anxiously rubbing his hands together, “i..i — i thought it would be nice to get some tips about how to pursue a lady, b-but I think I overstepped my boundaries.”

“You called him?” unsure when they both exchanged numbers — maybe it was when Satoru picked you up a drunken night from a company dinner. 

Tanaka-san was kind. He always held these gentle eyes that always seemed to calm anyone’s soul from just being around him. He would shyly pass you a morning coffee while he held another for someone else — Yamada-san, the one he’s been secretly crushing on since the day of her transfer two years ago. The Tanaka-san that would walk two steps behind you just so he could see if his crush dropped anything from her purse — a tendency she can’t quite fix because he’ll always be mindful of her.

You knew of his crush, and you wished to help him all that more. 

But right now, his eyes were filled with embarrassment and anxiety as he talked to you — it was unfamiliar and cold.

“Do you want to talk this through over lunch?” you cheerfully invited, trying your best to fill the awkward tension between you both — more so, the guard he had with you. 

“No!” flinching as he walked back, “Sorry, I think I should go,” Tanaka-san looked away, gulping as he started to walk in the other direction, “I-I think I’ll get lunch on my own today, sorry.”

“Wait — tanaka-san!” you called out, your surrounding coworkers oddly looking at you while passing by.

“Well that was weird,” you murmured, crossing your arms while leaning against the breakroom wall. You couldn’t say his actions hurt you because you couldn’t understand why he would be so suddenly defensive with you, but it did leave an unshakeable impression that you knew one person would have the answer to. 

Confused, you decided it was best to ask the potential culprit himself.

>> So… why did Tanaka-san just apologize to me about you misunderstanding something? Saying that he shouldn’t have called you last night?

<< oh… about that?

>> oh god what did you do?

<< well…

<< i might’ve forgotten to click the mute button :p ….

author's comment: idk what comes over me when i write smut for him. it just fleshes out to long fics when they weren't meant to be this long. But anyways… I hope you all enjoyed as much as i love writing for him!!!!

[janitorhutcherson]

I love your writing, please please give the world Mike comforting his partner on their period 🙏🏻 that man would be so compassionate but also confused and asking tons of questions so he can explain it to Abby when she’s older

okay so, i'm about to start my period. i can sense it, i'm cramping, i'm going insane, so here is some mike fluff!! i need this, y'all need this, we all need this rn. this isn't great, last min as always :p i promise one day i'll give yall something more quality lol. also am sorry if this isn't exactly what u were lookin' for!! i hope u enjoy :P

word count: 1,298

warnings: mentions of blood (period), swearing

summary: mike takes care of you while you're on your period. completely unaware to how it all works, he does the best he can, trying to educate himself in the process.

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You were in pain. That was one thing you knew for sure. For the past two days, your insides had felt like Satan himself was ripping them out, tearing each part of your uterus into tiny, itty bitty pieces, perhaps even doing a little happy dance on them. As your body was stretched out on the couch, your hand gripping your abdomen, you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You'd called off work, waking up feeling worse than you had during that time of the month in a while. You couldn't picture yourself doing much of anything but laying on the couch in the living room of your boyfriend, Mike, and his little sister, Abby, who was much like your own. You'd slept over the night before, opting to stay there as you felt much more comfortable.

Once a month, you became queen bitch, completely insufferable to be around. You were grumpy, sick, nauseous, and aching. You couldn't help it. Your cramps were always amplified more than the average person. Your pain tolerance seemed to get weaker when the time came. With that being said, everyone around you had to suffer the consequences. You and Mike had only been together a few months. Every month, he'd get a little bit better about handling it. The first month, he was slightly standoffish, not sure if his assistance would make things worse or if it would help you. He'd offer you pain medicine, get you water when you needed it, and fetch the heating pad when you cried out in pain. He was always sympathetic, helpless in his inability to make your pain disappear. Mike loved you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to ache the way that you did.

In the following two months, he'd gotten more adventurous, even offering to go out and buy your preferred pads and tampons. Even though he brought back the wrong thing the first time (he brought back the preteen pads, which would not be helpful to your heavy flow), he was sure to correct it the next. With his learning curve coming to an end, Mike was much better with his assistance. Right as your eyes began to flutter closed, the front door to Mike's door flung open, an exhausted Mike walking through, his hair messy and his skin somewhat pale due to his lack of sleep. Although he was working normal human hours now after getting a regular job, the adjustment period was difficult. He somehow felt even more sleep-deprived than before. You slowly sat up, a confused look on your face as you glanced over at the time. It was only noon, which didn't make sense. Mike typically wouldn't be home until around 5:30pm.

"Mike?" you questioned, your voice laced with pain as your head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, baby?" he questioned back, placing three plastic bags from the store onto the coffee table in front of you. He sat beside you on the couch, moving your legs to lay across his lap. He tenderly reached his hand across you, his warm palm slipping under your shirt to touch your aching stomach. He rubbed slow and gentle circles on the tender area, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as it somewhat relieved the pain. "You feelin' any better?" he spoke softly, his tone dripping with sympathy and worry.

"Why are you home? What's in the bags?" You were confused. You didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but the pain was making you somewhat delirious, and the thought of him simply coming home early just didn't occur to you. He chuckled, shaking his head as he playfully rolled his eyes.

"Can you not just let me take care of you for once?" he grumbled, grabbing the plastic bags from the table and placing them gently into your laps. In the first bag, he pulled out a brand new pain reliever bottle and miniature heating pads. They were wireless and single-use. You could stick them into your pants and wear them around wherever you needed. He also pulled out a new bubble bath, lavender scented, that claimed to have infused pain-relieving essential oils. The next bag contained your favorite kind of chocolate, some other kinds of candy, and a little stuffed bear. The bear wasn't any bear, but one that could be heated up and again used as a heating pad. Inside of the same bag, he also pulled out a brand new box of the right kind of tampons and a bouquet of flowers. The last bag contained burgers and fries from your favorite fast-food place, something yummy to get into your aching system.

You watched in awe as he pulled out each item, a sheepish but proud grin spread across his face as he did so. He was proud of himself, mostly because he felt useful, he felt like for once he was the one taking care of you. Mike typically felt like a burden, like he wasn't worth caring for, regardless of how much you attempted to convince him otherwise. Times like these were important to him, times when he could make you feel safe, secure, loved.

"I, uh, heard you this morning. I realized you were in a lot of pain, wanted to do something nice. I took the day off of work, thought I'd surprise you with some stuff to make you feel good. Got us some lunch too, thought maybe we could go lay down in the bed and watch movies, eat some junk together? I'll take real good care of you," he said, scratching at the back of his neck with a hopeful grin. You looked back at him with your own wide grin, the churning cramps in your stomach not subsiding but instead simply not your main focus at the moment. You nodded your head, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

You helped him carry the brand-new goods and the food to the bedroom. You plopped down onto the bed as Mike leaned over you, gently kissing your head. He tucked you into the blankets, ensuring you were nice and warm. He closed the curtains tightly, all too aware of the vision-blurring headaches you got on your period. He put up one finger to signal he'd be right back. Once he returned, he had a glass of water and heated up your brand-new heating pad bear. He placed your wired heating pad onto the small of your back, pressing two kisses to your forehead again. He then insisted you lift your head, helping you to swallow the pills. After, Mike cuddled up next to you in bed.

The two of you watched random movies and TV shows for the rest of the day, his hand seldom leaving your stomach. He constantly had you wrapped up near him. He kept you medicated and fed, refusing to leave your side. Mike was content. Even though you were a bitch during this time, you were appreciative. He loved you and it was clear, he'd do anything to take care of you.

While deep into the show you were watching, you felt a pair of eyes staring into the side of your head. You lifted your head, looking over to Mike with a cocked eyebrow. "Yes..?" you questioned, staring at his somewhat nervous expression.

"Um, do you think, you could maybe explain periods to me? Y'know, all of it, the bloody stuff, the moody stuff.. I just.. wanna be prepared for Abby," he asked sheepishly. A chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.

"Of course, Mikey. I can explain it to you," you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips before you went into detail, explaining female anatomy to your 25-year-old boyfriend.

[rickssugarplum]

The Rick is Over

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 7x05! Watch it first before reading this! Thanks and enjoy! ❤

(Rick Sanchez x Reader) Spoilers for 7x05, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

You help Rick process it all.

With the pull of the lever, all the lights in the sub-basement go out, finalizing the end of the decades-long show that's been ongoing most of his life.

It's all finally over.

Rick Prime is dead.

Still coated head to toe in blood, Rick stands in the darkness in the now useless lair, where he'd spent countless days and nights searching, tracking, and looking for any signs of his lifelong enemy. The one who caused him all his pain, destroyed all of his dreams he had when he was young. All he ever wanted, was to live as a husband and father to the two most precious girls in his life.

That life had been ripped away from him so many years ago.

Now, he has killed the man who was responsible. His ultimate goal had been achieved.

So, why does he still feel so empty?

He didn't say a word while flying back home. The voice of his grandson right beside him felt like miles away. It was as if his entire world had gone mute. He could not just go to sleep in his room. Not tonight.

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You were in your living room, reading a book in complete silence, until it was broken by the familiar whirling sound of the portal. You were clearly expecting Rick to emerge from it, but you nearly screamed when you saw him soaked in crimson blood.

"Oh my God! Rick?!!" you shrieked as you stepped towards him. He stood there, emotionless.

"Rick! What the fuck happened!? You look like you came through a slaughter!"

The old man just looked at you; still silent. It caused even more panic in your veins.

"Rick, please. You're scaring me! What is going on!? Say something!" you begged. He was never one to be quiet, even more alarming when he's drenched in blood. Did an adventure go awry or...

"W-where's Morty!? Is he okay?" You asked in fear that something might have happened to him. Your heart rate slightly lowered when he nodded, assuring his grandson was alright.

Looking more closely at him, you saw more damage inflicted on his face. "Jesus Christ, Rick. Your nose is broken!"

Rick finally spoke in a hoarse but defiant voice. "I got him."

His bloodshot eyes stared directly into yours. You saw the anger he's shown in them only when he's described his past, his stolen life; his darkest demons.

Immediately, you knew who he was talking about.

"You-you got...him?" You couldn't speak the name, despite sharing it with the man in front of you. Rick simply nodded again. Not knowing what exactly happened, the blood covering him made one thing clear.

Rick had finally killed his enemy.

Slowly, you took his hands, searching in his eyes for any ounce of how he was feeling, knowing he had avenged his wife and daughter.

"Are-are you okay?"

Morty had asked him that exact same question after it was all said and done. He said that he was. But now seeing the concern in your face and repeating his grandson's words just mere hours before caused the final crack in the dam.

Suddenly you felt two long arms around you, grasping your frame tightly, and Rick let out the loudest, broken wail you'd ever hear. His anguish was bigger than his body, causing him to collapse, dragging you both to your floor. You simply held him as he cried into you, letting out decades of repressed grief and trauma that'd haunted him.

"Shhhh... It's okay, Rick..." you murmured, placing his head on your chest and stroking his slightly damp hair. "It's over..." you whispered. "I'm here... I've got you..."

The man was trembling like a newborn fawn. He looked so fragile. You couldn't possibly know exactly what was going through his tormented mind as he screamed into your chest. His cries sounded so animalistic, it almost scared you. But your heart was breaking hearing him suffer inside. He had cried for the life he lost, his wife he had promised forever to, and his little girl, whom he swore to protect. All Rick wanted was to have his beloved Diane by his side and to see his baby Beth grow up. He wanted them to grow old together. All of his plans. His dreams. Their future, will never come.

Tears welled up in your own eyes, but you stayed and gently rocked him, whispering words of comfort.

"It's alright, baby," you said softly.

Baby. Diane used to call him that. He let out another sob at that memory. Leaning down, you press soft kisses on his forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Rick..." you confessed. It was the truth. You wanted him to know that. How lucky you were to have the most passionate Rick throughout infinity. He squeezed you a bit tighter at your affirmation.

Time didn't matter to either of you. You could hold him forever if he needed it. That would be how long it would take to heal this broken heart.

After awhile, his sobs started to fade into soft weeping.

"Rick? Can you look at me?" You asked softly. There was no command in your voice. It was mainly to make sure he knew his surroundings. Slowly, he lifts his head up to look at you. The blood of his enemy was slightly rinsed underneath his eyes from tears. You cupped his face in your hands so tenderly, giving him a faint smile.

"You did it."

Rick's expression had become nearly blank. After all the crying, he almost felt numb. "What do you need right now?" you asked him, stroking his cheek.

He wrapped his arms around you again. This time, not in desperation, but in comfort and gratitude. In his hold, he simply whispered,

"Just you..."

It relieved you to hear his answer. You both stayed in your embrace, with no plans on letting each other go. Rick could feel a slight relief as you assured him you were not going anywhere. He closed his eyes and let everything sink in. Through all the changes he's made, he's achieved the biggest change of all. The hunt for his nemesis was over.

So.

What now?

He's going to find out.

❤

[vivalarevolution]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

Jake Sully x Metkayina Reader x Neytiri

A/N: Noticing how many people liked The Simple Intimacy of the Near Touch and seeing more and more asks about a continuation, I decided to make a second part. 

I hope this story will get as much love and attention as the previous one and all of you will enjoy reading it.

Also remember that english is not a language that I use on a daily basis, mistakes may occur. The work contains parts with smut , minors do not interact.

Part 1

She felt so safe. Lying in her beloved's arms, she breathed calmly, rubbing the shells adorning Neytiri's wrist between her fingers. The woman lay on the other side of the man's chest, who held them both close to his body, but it didn't stop her from reaching her other mate.

Despite the relaxation adorning her beautiful face, Y/n was emotionally unbalanced inside, fighting thoughts she was sure she had gotten rid of hours ago.

-I have to go back - she whispered suddenly, looking down.

-You don't have to, my sweet girl - the woman said immediately, joining their hands together - You are our mate, you should stay with us.

-Even if I agree with Neytiri, I know that Y/n is right. We have to let her go - Jake remarked, stroking both women's backs - It's not the right time, not yet.

The girl got up slowly. Looking apologetically at the dark-haired na'vi, she rubbed her cheek as an act of comfort, kissing her sof lips goodbye.

-I'm sorry - she added softly in her direction, repeating what she had done with the man before she got up, leaving both of them alone.

Her steps were slow, almost arduous.

She was lost in the depths of her own mind, wondering why she was doing this to herself, why was she hurting herself instead of soothing her soul and confessing the truth? But with each such question, the brutal truth hit her.

Neytiri and Jake were outsiders, they weren't from here. One wrong decision could've make them disappear from her life, leaving an unbearable void behind.

She would rather suffer in silence than rip her heart out.

-You've been gone for a long time - she heard from her mother at the beginning, when her leg crossed the threshold of her house.

Y/n shifted her gaze to her, but quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, walking to the fabric basket, not even knowing why, but needing something to occupy her hands.

-I had to think - she said, her eyes focusing on one point - Had to be alone.

Ronal turned her blue irises on the eldest of her children, but since her back was turned to her, she couldn't make out much. After a moment, she sighed.

-I understand why you reacted this way - she began cautiously, but it quickly changed into a firm, maternal tone - But the sooner you realize the seriousness of your position, the better - she added, and her daughter tensed at these words.

-I didn't ask for it - she said apathetically - I've done everything you asked me to. I tried so hard, but it will never be enough fo you or father - she noticed with a trace of anger in her voice.

-Y/n, the role of Tsahìk... - her mother began, but the girl quickly stopped her with a single glance.

-I don't want to talk about it, not now - she announced - I'm too tired -she added, getting up from her knees and moving to her part of Marui to avoid another possible argument.

-There's one more thing - she said, stopping her.

The dark-haired girl turned to look expectantly at Ronal, who scanned her carefully before stopping at her eyes, which were almost identical to hers.

-What is it mother? - she asked calmly, not wanting to reveal where she was or what she was doing.

-You spend a surprising amount of time with the Sullys - she observed - I don't trust them.

-We are to teach them our ways. I have to spend time with them to achieve this goal. Besides, you don't know them, you can't make false accusations just becuse it's hard for you to accept them - the young woman said in defense of her secret lovers.

-And you know them? - she asked immediately.

More than you know, Y/n wanted to say but she had to bite her tongue. Dropping her head, she let those words be the last she heard that day, feeling helplessness take over her body.

And she allowed it.

Water had always been something soothing to her, something that brought a smile to her face. No matter that she spent her whole life in it, it was still an endless source of peace for her. But know, know nothing was able to soothe her mind and soul.

-You seem distracted - Jake remarked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

- I'm not - she said immediately, looking back at the man and the animal he was currently on - It's just the solace of water - she explained.

-Are you sure baby girl? - he asked, running his thumb over her knuckles.

-I'm sure - she confirmed, joining their hands together - Don't worry about me, there's no need.

-You're part of me - he said seriously, and she widened her eyes in surprise - I'll always be worried.

Y/n knew Jake's nature, but as those words fell out of his mouth, she couldn't help but let the urge for comfort into her body take over her, calling out to the man in front of her louder with each passing second. But she pushed the urge away bitterly, shutting her feelings back inside, away from the outside world.

-The muscles in your legs are too tight and your arms are too limp - she said after a long time, changing the conversation.

As expected, the man respected her decision, but she knew that once they were away from the unwelcome stares of people around, he would not let go so easily, if at all.

-I'm not used to this - he replied, trying to adjust his posture.

-You were a mighty Toruk Makto - girl noticed - You must have had strength in your body that was able to control such a great creature.

-I was young back then - he said, looking at her composed face.

-And probably less knowledgeable - she announced aptly - Now you are wiser, more experienced - she added, but Jake did not look convinced, despite the passage of so many years he was still learning -Imagine me in the place of a skimwing -she commanded suddenly.

She knew those words caught his attention immediately, judging by the movement of his ears and the way his tail twitched again and again.

-What do you mean? - he asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice that instantly changed the atmosphere around them.

-The way you make love to me - she began, running her hands along her chest - When you hold my hips, taking control of my movements, when you hold me down and your strong legs control the speed and power of your thrusts, how your loins cooperate with the movements of my pelvis - she announced ,touching individual parts of both bodies with her fingertips, trying to create an projection in his head.

Lesson was long forgotten. Jake couldn't get the images out of his head, and Y/n found out when one of his muscular hands lifted her up to jump on the creature he was currently sitting on.

The girl couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her legs clenched involuntarily.

Before the man could have do anything, Y/n jumped away from him as if she burned herself, falling gracefully back into the crystal water. In response, he gave her a questioning look, but the young woman only shook her head slightly.

-I see you, father - she said.

-I see you my daughter - he replied, swimming up to them - What are you doing with Jake Sully? - he asked, looking from the man to the girl.

-I teach - she replied, completely ignoring the avatar near them - He wanted me to help him.

Y/n was a great liar. Changing her tone of voice or facial expression in an instant. Her current attitude was almost identical to his wife's when they first met.

-Your daughter is very talented - Jake interjected, causing both the chief's daughter and the chief himself to turn their heads in his direction.

-Hmm - Tonowari muttered with a slight smile on his face - You can go back my daughter. I'll take it from here - he added.

-Of course, father - she said, stealing one last glance at the yellow-eyed man before disappearing into the water, returning to the shore.

It was close, too close. Closing her eyes, she sighed before moving forward, aimlessly. Involuntarily looking back a few more times, the feeling of Jake's hand still lingered on her turquoise skin, not letting her forget it.

Her legs unconsciously carried her to one of the few places where she could truly breathe, even if it was only for a moment.

Neytiri was alone as always. Stubbornly sticking to her traditions, not allowing anything related to the Metkayin clan near her, spending most of her days in her new home.

Seeing her, Y/n smiled tenderly.

-My Neytiri - she said at the beginning, and the woman in question turned in the direction from which the voice came.

-My sweet girl - she replied, extending her hand towards her.

The chief's daughter grabbed her hand without hesitation, finding her place in the warm arms of her beloved. Her mind immediately calmed down and her heart began to beat slower.

-You feel like home, Tiri - girl whispered after a while, closing her eyes.

She could've spent days in this position, and Neytiri's addictive aura made it harder to deny that statement.

- I'm your home sweet girl, me and my Jake - she replied stroking her long, black locks - You can always come to us, because with us is your place - she added, kissing her forehead tenderly.

-This means a lot to me my Tiri - she whispered, rubbing her face against her cheek.

The woman returned the gesture, rubbing against her now, purring softly.

Touches of their hands were not burning or electrifying, they were more soothing, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on the patches of touched skin. Shortly after their lips also took part in this intimate dance. Both Y/n and Neytiri couldn't stop smiling, giggling softly again and again as their lips parted only to rejoin again in the next second.

-I see you, my Y/n, all of you - the dark-haired woman whispered into her mouth, grabbing her face in her hands.

-I see you, my Neytiri - replied the chief's daughter, joining their foreheads together.

Both women drowned in each other. The world around seemed to cease to exist and only the feeling of piercing eyes staring at both of them made Y/n break away from her mate's full lips, looking around paranoidly.

-It's just me baby girl- Jake muttered, walking slowly towards them.

The man took Y/n's jaw in his large hand, rubbing his thumb gently against the skin on her cheek.

-My Jake - she whispered.

-Go on - he demanded, shifting her head so that her blue irises were focused on Neytiri again.

Girl returned to her mouth, tasting them longingly. When one of the woman's hands slid down to Y/n's hip trying to pull her closer, the girl clung to her body without resist, suddenly moaning loudly. In the corner of her eye, she could see how their mate connects three kurus belonging to both women and himself. Despite the lack of any interaction with him, he still had control over their movements, watching them like a predator watched its prey.

Without moving even an inch, the chief's daughter's lips traveled down Neytiri's body, finding their place between her firm thighs. Feeling the need to please her beloved, she immediately clung to her femininity. Her delicate tongue attacked her folds and a small button that made the woman's throat emit loud sounds of pleasure. This act unconsciously filled her with lust, which was evident on the fabric of her loincloth.

Jake didn't take his eyes off both women even for a moment, but as his nostrils filled with the sweet smell of Y/n's arousal, he growled low and, unable to control himself, he tore off her lower garment, reveling  the sight of her dripping womanhood that trembled, inviting him. And when she moaned in response, pushing her hips straight into his face, it was the final straw for him. Grabbing her tight around the waist, he pulled her to his crotch.

-You're always so needy, aren't you babygirl? - he growled, massaging her bum - It's good that I'm so addicted to you. Maybe if I put the baby inside you, you'll calm down a bit, yeah?

She hadn't expected those words to have such an effect on her, but oh they did. Before she could’ve let common sense in, her mouth opened on its own command.

-Yes please ,daddy. I want it so much! - she whimpered, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

Wild, primitive, possessive. It all flooded Sully's mind with such force that his body became working on its own accord.

His member entered her in one brutal motion, filling her to the brim, not even allowing her walls to stretch before he began to pound inside her hard and deep, kissing her cervix.

-Don't forget about mommy, because I won't give you what you want, understood? - he murmured, slapping her firm buttock, which jiggled under the impact of the blow.

-Yes, yes daddy - she gasped, returning to Neytiri's womanhood despite being overwhelmed, licking her labia lazily, but finding it harder and harder to concentrate as Jake used her tight, wet canal in such a rough way.

-You're doing so well , my sweet girl - the woman praised her, stroking her head.

She took these praises very willingly, trying to do even better, but the sounds that left her mouth made it difficult for her, because she kept fighting to let out a scream, replacing it with a loud moan, breaking away from Tiri womanhood again and again.

She tried to calm herself, breathing heavily and closing her eyes.

-What did I say? - the man growled, tugging at her tail.

She squealed at the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain as she went back to satisfying her lover who was as close as she was. Holding her close, Neytiri closed her golden eyes, feeling sudden waves of heat flooding her belly, pleasure filling her body from the top of her head to her fingertips.

Y/n, pleased, licked na’vi sensitive folds gently, collecting the juices that her mate left.

-Good girl - murmured the man behind her - Now you will help daddy, I know you will. Atta girl - he said, holding her hips in a firm grip - I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to feel these walls squeezing me tightly.

-Please...more daddy -she whimpered, trying to match his movements.

-More? - he asked her, grabbing her waist and lifting her body up so that her back brushed against his torso, his member now entering so deep the young woman was convinced it was in her throat - You're a desperate little creature, you know that? Don't worry, I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll be drunk with this feeling and unable to walk for weeks.

Those dirty promises made Y/n come with a silent scream, moaning softly as she felt the heat flood her insides again and again. Jake's seed started to pouring out of her, causing her to tremble at the feeling.

Her lovers brushed their lips over her exhausted body, meeting from time to time in a lazy kiss. Post sex bliss starstrucked them so much , that no one was caring about the world around them.

Something was wrong.

An unknown tension was hanging in the air, making her breathing heavier and her movements slower. And when she got to her home, she knew exactly why.

Her parents were waiting for her, their eyes fixed on her the minute she appeared inside. Scanning her body thoroughly. They made her want to hide in herself, she never felt so exposed.

-Is this true? - her father asked.

-What are you talking about, father? - she asked, not moving from her place.

-Jake Sully and his wife - her mother interjected, trying to keep her anger under control - Is this true, Y/n?

The girl clenched her jaw, trying to control her emotions. She couldn't seem weak, she had to hold her ground, especially now that her secret had been exposed.

-We were mated before Eywa - she replied - It is done.

After saying these words, she thought her mother would murder her with her own hands, she had never seen so much fury in a woman's eyes, so much disappointment.

Her father got up from his seat, approaching her slowly.

-You disappointed me daughter - he said coldly, looking into her eyes.

Y/n stared into his eyes stubbornly and with bitterness in blue irises.

-It's not a surprise, is it? - she asked grimly - In your eyes, I'll never be enough, and I've accepted that.

A shadow of pain appeared in Tonowari's eyes. No matter what Y/N would do, it was still his child. Hearing sadness and surrender in her voice, touched him more than he would like to admit.

-I don't want to see you with them - her mother said suddenly, standing next to her husband.

Y/n didn't budge this time either.

-We are one and will remain one, mother - she declared firmly, emphasizing every word.

-They're not our people Y/n. They are strangers! - announced her mother - They carry the specter of war with them, they are dangerous.

-They fought for their people, and now they are paying for it with their lives, the lives of their children. They don't deserve such a judgment - she barked angrily, her ears twitched and her tail went right and left - You don't know them as I know them. To you, sky people only bring destruction, but it was Jake, the sky person, who brought destruction upon humans. But you can't see past his origin.

-That's enough - Tonowari said, stepping between the two women.

Y/n hissed in annoyance before leaving the home. She had to calm down, but the problem was that stepping out of the marui was enough to fill her eyes with a sea of tears, which she let flow.

She didn't know where to go, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She only knew that she didn't want to be alone, everything that happened was too much for her.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, stopping at a familiar place. Thinking hard about her decision, she slowly moved forward.

You can always come to us, because with us is your place

Neytiri's words echoed in her ears, she shouldn't be afraid, she shouldn't be ashamed. But once inside, she avoided eye contact as if it would set her on fire.

Within seconds, Jake's hand found its place on her smaller body, and when his eyes saw the tears decorating her face, he was ready to murder anyone who dared to bring her to such a state. Neytiri did not hide that she shared her husband's thoughts. Her face reflected exactly what she was feeling.

-You said I could come - she whispered brokenly to the woman.

-Oh my sweet - she said worriedly, stroking her wet cheek.

In a moment of weakness, she couldn't even care about four pairs of eyes watching her as well as the two na'vi standing in front of her. All she needed right now was the warmth that came from her mates.

-Come on, baby girl - the man murmured, leading her to a more secluded spot in their hut.

Y/n allowed herself to be guided, though being here so many times was merely renewing old paths.

Sitting down on the edge of the marui, she let her legs dangle and her toes lightly brushed the water beneath her. She looked pensive, but Sully knew that her pensiveness was no good, because she liked to have a tendency to let the dark thoughts in.

A few minutes passed before the young woman finally spoke up.

-They know - she said.

-It's nothing wrong - he said - We'll get through this...together.

-I just don't understand what's happening - she confessed tiredly -Why it's...why it's all falling apart and why I can't fix it.

-You can't make everything right - he stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear - You don't have that kind of power. You take on more than you can handle.

- I don't want to be a disappointment - she whispered - I don't want to disappoint anyone, and now? Now I feel it. It’s…It’s just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I…It’s just gonna drown me.

Jake pulled her close, hugging her body tightly as if he was trying to hide her from the world, and Y/n instantly clung to him, holding him tight, almost as if he was about to disappear.

And suddenly she felt safe again, at peace. She felt at home.

[estro-gem]

Jax x Ragatha: Touch

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis

Author's note: Hey guys! It's bunnydoll time! I hope you have the patience to work your way through this one. I wonder if there are any of you who can remotely relate to the way I wrote Jax to be in terms of his aversion to touch.

Oh well, it's just a story about some fictional characters who aren't even mine. Credit goes to Gooseworx, for creating such fun characters for us to play with.

Hope you enjoy this one! This story was suppose to go into a completely different direction, but that idea can always be explored in the future - when I have the guts to put it on paper.

I'm sure that you don't need the context from my previous work to understand/enjoy this one.

Warnings: None... I think.

SUMMARY:

Jax is suffering from the frustrating effects of touch-starvation, despite his touch-aversion rendering him from doing anything about it. After meeting up with his fellow circus-members, a good laugh and a brief on their new adventure, Jax is given the chance to confide in Ragatha.

TOUCH

It was going to be one of those dreaded days.

Jax was lost in a dream only moments before – one of silky, living fabric with the softest stuffing that rang with a hushed, pleading voice for him and only him. For him to give more and more; and in the dream, he was willing – eager – to provide. He’d rattled the mountains to kneel before a ragdoll only to be brought to his knees himself, all for his little doll to just look at him.

To really just look at him.

Jax closed his eyes again, seeking the warm, fuzzy afterglow of the caresses shared in his lost dream. He desperately tried to sink deeper into his mattress, as he was pressed into the softness of his doll only moments before.

But now he was burning from the inside out.

Red-hot fire nipped and crackled on his skin and yet, Jax wanted to curl into himself and burst into shivers as his heart bashed into his ribcage, threatening to jump out from his throat. The sensations caused him to forget to reign in his breathing, so he was left almost panting, until the sound of his own voice riled him up even more. He sounded so pathetic and desperate in the confines of his own room.

Suddenly Jax’s attention was drawn to his claws, now ripped through his yellow gloves, and digging into his pillow. He pulled back his hands and forced himself to relax his digits enough, to allow the claws to sink back into place; tucked away and safe. The rabbit spied the little holes that his claws left in the plush bedding, feeling the sour taste of guilt invade his being.

That could’ve been Raggs.

Just like that, the sour was drowned in the glowing, shivering heat that trembled through him again. He groaned as he rolled over to sit up on the edge of his bed. He tried to force the thoughts of her eyes out of his head, only to be thrusted into the intrusive impulse of crushing her against him, stealing her breaths.

The bunny laid his face into his hands and felt the sting of tears at the back of his eyes. It’s been a while since he felt like this, and the frustration was getting to him in ways that was almost too embarrassing to acknowledge. Jax knew that he was only going to suffer more once he left the safety of his room and he desperately tried to muster up all the reasons why he shouldn’t leave.

But someone would come knocking at his door if he didn’t – and heaven forbid that it would be Ragatha calling his name from the outside…

Because he might not be able to stop himself from dragging her into his depths only to screaming his name from the inside…

No.

This had to stop.

He was going to be fine, frustration been damned! It was just a bit of an off day, but nothing like he hasn’t lived through before. Yes, Jax was well equipped to handle the tug of war between touch-aversion and touch-starvation for the day. Just one day.

Just like he’d done all the mere handful of times he felt like this since he got here.

Jax lifted his arms to stretch, hearing the ring in his ears as he groaned at the pleasure of relieving his tense muscles. Speaking of stiffness, Jax felt the overall form of his body being a tad bit more defined and firmer than usual. Intrigued by this discovery, he poked at his bicep to confirm that it was as solid as it appeared, before rolling his eyes in annoyance. He must have really been tensed up and… invested… in that dream of his for him to notice it – or maybe his mind was just trying to occupy himself to forget the yearning for his doll’s hands to glide over his skin.

Ugh, it was going to be a rough day…

Whether Jax wanted to or not, he eventually left his room and dragged himself down the empty hallway of many doors. Voices buzzed from the main area, but he was too distracted to single them out, so the bunny was left to the element of surprise. He didn’t mind it too much, as he believed that any conversation would stimulate him beyond the confusing war between the contradicting needs of his body versus his mind.

The itch that only another’s touch could soothe, versus the itch of the unbearable residue that the touch would leave in its wake.

It was pathetic.

Finally met with the familiar figures in the main area, the rabbit’s eyes were pulled and fixed onto a specific scene. He narrowed his eyes, as his mind raced through multiple thoughts, not quite knowing what to make of what he saw.

Pomni and Kinger were off to the side of the main group, seemingly in a conversation that held the keen attention of the jester. She was practically fixated on the oversized chess piece, who by no doubt was talking about something deeper than the ramblings of a madman. Jax spotted mismatched eyes of the king dulled and muddled – and for once, sober. Just then, Jax decided to steer clear of those two, not wanting to rain on the royal’s parade.

It’s been so long since Kinger was as aware as he was now.

Even Jax wouldn’t want to knock down that precious house of cards. When Kinger was oriented, things were just… better in the Circus. It wasn’t something that anyone could explain, but something about Kinger holding out for so long, made life in the Digital Realm seem possible – even when surrounded and inflicted by anything and everything that was impossible. Granted, those sober moments were few, brief and far in-between, but they were there, rooted, and present. Jax recalled many instances where he was met with the elder’s sobriety, only for it to crumble to ash when he attempted to delve into it.

A genuine question asked by Jax in attempt to encourage the continuation of Kinger’s clear mindset, only met with the abrupt cut-off of another startled question by Kinger about whatever was happening at that moment, as if it never happened in the first place.

The snake’s charms were also proven to be ineffective against the royal, barely acknowledging his baiting and deliberate sabotage, but Jax kept hissing and striking regardless. In fact, everyone included Kinger in the happenings of the oasis, regardless of the effectiveness of it all. Anything that anyone could do for another precious moment of clarity from the king, was considered a worthy effort, because if he could make it this far and still have his mind…

Who’s to say they couldn’t make it either – even if only in small, precious increments?

What a shame to see such a precious moment of clarity to be wasted on a stupid waste of space. She had no idea how lucky she was to have that gem in her grimy little grasp.

Jax scoffed; deciding to look to where the rest of the group was situated. His heart clenched at the sight of his girls, watched over by none other than Zooble themself.

Gangle was happily wrapped around Ragatha’s slim frame. He could tell that the ribbon continuously squeezed the doll with a firm, but gentle pressure, just as Ragatha liked it. He heard Zooble mumble teasing comments about Raggs 'stealing their girl' as Gangle nuzzled her face into the top of the doll’s head, burying her face into the red wooly locks with an admittedly cute smile on her face. Sometimes, Jax wished for them to be living another life, where the bunny would be free to just pinch and tug the masked ribbon’s cheeks. He’d make it hurt, that’s for sure!

And then, there was his doll, also smiling and content – at ease in the crushing grasp of Gangle’s magic touch. The doll often sought out the ribbonoid for her infamous squeeze, as they found that Gangle was the best at practicing Ragatha’s occasional need for deep-pressure therapy.

Sure, some time ago, it was a case of desperation on Jax’s part to indulge his doll with his weighted cuddling, but Gangle was the ideal option. He didn’t mind the rare time with his dolly one bit, though. The annoying itch and bother prickling at his skin for the few hours afterwards was all the more worth it to have Ragatha melted and helpless beneath him.

Where she belonged.

Jax felt a warm, but not exactly unpleasant tingling ghost over his lips when his needy thoughts pushed back into his head upon remembering the sensual kiss he left on the inside of her wrist. It was when she wordlessly begged him to have her caress his cheek as her shaking hand hovered in offering for him to accept or reject. He couldn’t ever say no then – he doubted that he’d ever be able to say no to her ever.

Her face… her voice… pleading his name like a prayer...

Stop it.

 It’s just worse because of that stupid, unrealistic dream he had before! It didn’t matter how much he dreamt about him sinking and drowning into his doll, because in the waking world, he was just a broken snake that felt the need to shed his skin every time anyone had the mere thought of touching him.

Why couldn’t he just be normal?

For the time being, he’d be happy to just live vicariously through Gangle securely holding Ragatha as she sat cross-legged on the floor, while Gangle playfully blew raspberries at Zooble, who could only shake their head in mock-disappointment. It was written all over the ragdoll’s face and evident in the melody of her bright laugh; Ragatha felt safe and content.

That was more than enough for Jax to be happy.

Right?

“Jax! Took you long enough!” Jax was pulled out from his thoughts upon the sound of Zooble’s bored, bossy tone, “You’re lucky Caine’s not here yet. Where were you anyway?”

Jax’s sleazy grin was fixed on his face, trained and trimmed as the snake he was, “Oh, you know… definitely not snooping around you rooms or anything – but hypothetically, if I were, I’m pretty sure I forgot something in one of them, so if you find it, be sure to give me a shout!” He winked.

“Jax, I swear…” Ragatha’s face was pulled into a scowl, but the fire she possessed proved her spirit to shine as bright as ever, “If you rigged my room with firecrackers and smoke bombs again, I am going to lose it.”

“What?” Jax exclaimed in false expiration, “Didn’t you hear me say that it was hypothetical, Dollface? You might wanna get your ears checked, because it seems I left one too many centipedes in your room to crawl into them at night.”

“Oh my lord, Jax stop. Just stop.” Ragatha squirmed to get her arms free from Gangle’s grasp and cover her ears while shutting her eyes, “You are tricking me into thinking that I can actually feel them in my head!”

“I just got her to calm down, Jaaaax!” Gangle whined, switching out her masks to frown properly.

Jax wanted to laugh, but the girl’s whining rang an alarm.

Why would Raggs need to calm down?

He had to be smart about this – the coldblooded snake couldn’t show that he cared, so asking about it was out of the question. He considered using his silence – that always got someone talking.

He raised an eyebrow for good measure.

To his luck, Gangle just knew, as she always did, “She’s feeling a little touch starved today.”

Ragatha opted to cover her face instead of her ears. Her cheeks were glowing red with embarrassment, and she groaned out Gangle’s name to shut the ribboniod up, but the damage was done. Zooble saw Jax perk up more than he probably should have, followed by him sinking into himself like he was dragging dead weight with him. He was struggling to maintain his composure, Zooble thought to themself, surprised that even they were able to read him so easily today.

Meanwhile Jax was suffering from the internal fire that just didn’t seem to leave him be today.

What dumb luck for him and his poor little dolly to be suffering the same fate. He consoled himself that the solution was at least easier for Raggs than it was for him. He had other issues that prevented him from getting the help he wanted. He only wanted his doll’s touch – but even then, he didn’t really want it, either. It felt a bit comforting to know that Ragatha was suffering alongside him, but it killed him that he couldn’t do anything about it!

If he were to indulge in her touch like he did a mere week before, he would probably want to skin himself by the end of it all. The whole situation was bizarre to begin with! It was rare that he craved touch so quickly after such an invasive encounter, but here he was. And there she was.

Even though he knew that they were so different, it hurt a little to think that his touch only satisfied her until now, before she felt near distressed with need again.

And it also hurt that Gangle could replace his touch so well.

It actually hurt a little more than he was willing to admit.

Someone’s eyes were burning into his face and it was enough to have him jump out of his own head, looking over his fellow circus mates to see who’s eyes it was. He was surprised to find his dolly’s eyes peeking through her fingers. When he looked to her, she didn’t avert her gaze, so he had a chance to get a read on her, only for the bunny to find something he didn’t expect.

Ragatha had that yearning look again.

She watched his face very closely, as she slowly lowered her hands from her face, never once glancing away. The doll was calling out to him – he knew she was! His core was invaded with butterflies as she entranced him with that look that she seemed to reserve for him alone. He fell in love with how she silently pleaded for him, only to realize that she was, in fact, silently pleading for him.

He blinked but didn’t stir otherwise, trying to uphold his careless façade.

‘What do you want?’ a single, swift scrunch of his face was all he needed for her to understand.

Ragatha blinked in turn, and after a moment of her tossing her gaze around in search for an answer, her eyes fixed on him… or rather… his legs. His thighs? ...His hips?

Jax wanted to be set ablaze with that thought alone, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubble up from his chest. He knew it was unlikely but the thought of Ragatha being vexed by his hips was a hilarious thought at the time.

When Ragatha’s face became adorned with confusion, he flashed her a cheeky smile and swung his hips playfully, if not a tad suggestive. Her eye widened to resemble a dinnerplate before the dam broke and she burst into explosive laughter. It was so sudden that Jax could only bend over and wheeze as Gangle squeaked in surprise.

“I’m sorry!” Ragatha squeezed out in apology to her, but with one look to Jax’s face, laughter erupted from her with a new vigor. As Jax sunk onto his hands and knees, it seemed that he couldn’t risk looking at the doll without laughing either. The situation left Gangle and Zooble glancing between the 2 in the utmost confusion, but they didn’t get the chance to ask anything.

“My, my! It’s sure is a jolly occasion we have here!” Caine’s voice boomed from above, suddenly floating in the space between Jax and Ragatha, “Care to share the joke, folks? The audience would be dying to know!”

“Oh, Caine, hey buddy!” Jax managed to say as he desperately tried to just breathe again, “Don’t- don’t worry about it-” Jax cut himself off with a something in between a whine and a suppressed giggle.

“Yes, it was all just-” Ragatha caught her laugh and offered a moment of silence, before trying to continue in a shaking voice, “Just a misunderstaNdInG.”

Laughter erupted again, though it was more of a chaotic jumble of wheezes and heavy breathing between the bunny and the doll. It was a challenge for Gangle and Zooble not to feel left out, but they found themselves smiling at their friends who were finally blowing off some steam.

For whatever reason they were unaware of…

The laughter eventually died down as Caine enthusiastically explained the adventure he had cooked up for the crew. When he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, the team reluctantly divided themselves into groups of 2, purely based on whomever wanted to team up. The only two who didn’t team up willingly, was Kinger and Pomni, who were the last two left after Gangle clung to Zooble and Jax slide beside Ragatha.

They were chummy before, right? Who better to be paired together than the 2 local nutjobs?

There was a brief commotion of protest and complaining, before the teams departed and split up to perform the silly tasks that were set out to complete the adventure, as Caine described. It wasn’t long before the silence between the bunny and the doll was broken by Jax right after they lost sight of the others.

“So, Dollface, I didn’t take you as the blunt and forward type of gal!” Jax wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “Unless it’s just ‘cause it’s me and I’m just too irresistible to be taken out to dinner first.”

“Oh, quiet you! I told you that it was a misunderstanding.” Ragatha blew him off, much to Jax’s dismay.

He pressed on with his signature grin fixed on his face, determined to understand, “You told Caine that. You didn’t tell me squat. So? Out with it! What were you looking at? Whattaya want, Doll?”

Ragatha sighed, much like a tired mother would, “It’s fine, Jax, it’s over now. We can leave it be.”

“Nuh uh, it ain’t over. We’re bringing it back, toots!” Jax dismissed her immediately.

But the doll didn’t seem to budge.

“You’d never be able to handle it! You’ll live with the eternal regret for even considering asking.”

Was that a challenge?

“Oh ho ho, darlin’…” Jax tone shifted to a menacing one, causing Ragatha to audibly gulp when he moved to stop her from walking on, looming over her, “You have no idea what you just started.”

She recovered quickly, thinking that Jax was messing around as he usually was, “Jax, we should forget it ever happened. I’m serious!”

“So am I.”

It turns out he was actually serious for once.

“What do you want, Ragatha?” Jax asked in an ominous tone, not giving the doll the chance to digest just how serious he was to use her full name.

It turns out was actually really, really serious for once.

“What does it matter?” the ragdoll breathed, hardly intimidated, yet greatly stunned.

“What do you mean ‘what does it matter?’” Jax shuffled closer to stand inches away, causing for the doll to crane her neck to look up at him, “When you beg for me with that pretty little eye of yours, what makes you think it wouldn’t matter?”

Ragatha felt the familiar rush of heat bite her cheeks as Jax blown pupils pinned her in place. His words could easily just be the words of the snake, but something within Ragatha’s depths wanted to believe that it was only the words of the man before her.

Her man.

 “If I tell you what I want, you have to deal with the regret of knowing by yourself.” Ragatha spoke with a calm, steady voice as she prepared for the moment to wither away with the diminished sound of her future confession, “Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” Jax murmured, not once breaking his gaze from her face.

Ragatha took a deep breath and looked him dead in the eyes, steeling herself for the disappointment to drag down his spirit. She took only a second longer to appreciate the churring sound of Jax’s teeth grinding within his mouth.

“Your hands.” Ragatha sighed in defeat, “I was looking at your hands.”

Jax didn’t stir or change his demeanor, silently processing the information, “My hands…”

Hands. What could she want with his hands?

Hands grab.

Hands carry.

Hands hold.

Hands touch…

Oh. Oh.

OH!

Realization must have washed over his face, because Ragatha allowed her head to fall forward in regret.

“Do you see now?” she asked with sorrow lacing her voice, “You regret knowing now.”

Jax was silent for a moment, only to softly speak up – almost to himself, “Do you know why I was late this morning?” a beat of silence, “I was dreaming about your hands too.”

Ragatha’s head flung itself up, to look at him in shock, but was met with the saddened expression of the bunny as he continued to speak, “In my dreams, I can’t get enough of them. I can’t get enough of your touch, Raggs.”

The doll’s eye started stinging with tears, but her face remained stuck in shock.

Jax wasn’t finished, “Seeing you enwrapped with Gangle makes me so happy, Raggs. I love seeing my girls take care of each other, but believe me when I tell you that I’m selfish enough to wish that you came to me instead – even if I can’t hold you like she can…”

The silence that followed, stretched a bridge between them.

The ragdoll blinked once before taking the chance to speak, “May I touch you right now? Please?”

More silence deafened them, but a lot was said in the looks they shared.

Jax sighed, bracing himself for the confusing tingles his doll tend to leave on his skin, “...Go on.”

Without knowing what to expect, Jax eyed the movements of her hands, only to see them fold into each other behind her back. The rabbit’s breath hitched as he saw the whole of Ragatha's body move closer to stand against his frame with her forehead resting right under his chin. He violently shivered when he felt the doll’s breath caress his upper chest.

His brain malfunctioned when he felt her soft, warm lips place a long, tender kiss on his sternum.

No itching. No tingles. No burning.

Fireworks.

He huffed out an aspirated breath and allowed his shaky hands to grab at her shoulders to keep her in place when he felt her hastily back away. He proceeded to wrap his arms around Ragatha and crush her against his body, as he did in his dreams, suffering the onslaught of firecrackers and sparks erupting from everywhere their bodies met. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could hear the thundering beats of his heart bashing to break free from its cage.

The sound that left his dolly’s mouth would haunt him for years to come and he couldn’t care less. For the first time since he was trapped in the Digital Circus, Jax was overwhelmed by the white-hot bliss of touch.

...Until it became all too much, all too soon.

And the dreaded itch crawled back into his skin, causing Jax to grab Ragatha’s shoulders again and harshly shove her back and away from him. The poor bunny was panting and trembling as he looked at Ragatha’s face in shock.

She was as frazzled as he was but she recovered quicker to tend to the poor, overstimulated bunny.

“I just want you to understand one thing.” Ragatha spoke between a few harsh breaths as she calmed down, “At times, I may need someone else's touch, but…”

Jax fought to focus his eyes on the woman before him – to indicate that she had his utmost attention, just before she blew all thoughts from his mind as she completed her sentence;

“I will always want you more than anything.”

She didn't need to say more, trusting that he understood her words perfectly.

Unlike a 'need', a 'want' can not be fulfilled.

Oasis: TADC AU list

Masterlist

[yandere-sins]

Guard #300

a/n: This took me three rewrites before I got it to this point that I like. I also decided to cut out the whole meeting part I had planned to safe on words, and I am sooooooooooo happy I did! Much better, gonna do that more in the future :D Thanks for requesting, enjoy!

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairings: Yandere!Guard!Albedo(?) x GN!AFAB!Reader x Yandere!Guard!Albedo Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Aphrodisiac), Stalking, Double Trouble, Long Post

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"Let me get you some water."

Heaving a long sigh, you sat down at the edge of the bed, slumping over as your body finally began to release some of the tension you felt while running for your life. The mattress was so soft compared to the walls and floors you had crashed into, trying to escape from your cellmate. Somehow, you had managed to get out of the cell before he could get his filthy hands on you, but everything after that was a mere blur in your memory. You ran. And, apparently, you ran very far.

Far enough for the guards to take notice and come looking for you.

Glancing at the blonde man in the room with you, his uniform worn improperly compared to the other guards. With the first few buttons of his shirt popped and no jacket in his close proximity, he could have passed as a shabby lawyer or someone working in the background just as well. But with his name tag in view and how he had been the first to pick you up, you were almost sure he was one of the people keeping you inside this prison regardless of his looks. Leaning down, he ripped through plastic to retrieve a bottle of water from the stack for you. Strangely enough, his looks and actions made you feel relieved it was him who found you. Everyone else seemed so callous and uncaring for your circumstances. It was nice that someone a little more concerned was assisting you now, listening when you told him you couldn't go back to your cell and calming you down with few but meaningful words.

That had been all that you wanted all this time.

Being framed and apprehended had been bad enough. Your prison sentence and transferring here was already a nightmare you wished you didn't have to dream about. But then—as if you hadn't suffered enough—they placed you in a cell with a psycho who had 'murderer' written all over the mad expression on his face. That had been your final straw, and before you knew it, you were gone and lost in the endless corridors of the unfamiliar place you were forced to call your new home. If only there had been one person to listen to you, it might not have turned out like this.

But Albedo listened. Even when you were stammering and out of breath, barely holding on to your sanity, he waited for you to explain yourself coherently. He didn't push and didn't force you, easily convincing you that he might just be the nicest guard in this prison. Things were looking up again, his presence like the light of the sun in this endless darkness you were feeling.

"Why did you run?" he asked conversationally, and you forced yourself to stay on your best behavior and not just fall into the soft blanket and take a nap even though your exhaustion was begging you to. He was still a guard, and you didn't want to be rude and get on his wrong side now. You heard him crack open the water bottle, but he remained facing away from you for a few moments, so you at least didn't have to speak directly to him.

"My cellmate... he scared me."

"How so?" His question was so innocent. Much too innocent considering he had to know how this prison was.

"It's just... I... I never dealt with anyone like this before."

Humming in acknowledgment, Albedo finally turned around, an opened, sparkling water in his hand that he handed you. The bottle was cold to the touch, and you could already imagine the water running down your throat deliciously. Greedy to have a sip, you set the bottle to your lips and took a big swig. And another one, emptying half the bottle in two gulps. It felt exactly how you imagined it to be, and after all you've been through, it was heaven.

All the time, you could feel Albedo's eyes on you. It was natural he'd watch over you, considering your relationship as guard and prisoner. Yet, you tried to ignore the weird feeling of his gaze raking over your body, watching every gulp your throat made and the subtle licking of his lips as you wiped water from the corner of your mouth.

"Thank you," you mumbled after emptying the bottle, your body endlessly thankful for the drink. You hadn't thanked him at all yet for picking you up and taking care of you when you were at your lowest. Now that you finally got some help and rest, your body was heating up its gears again, and you were sure you'd be able to walk away on your own in a few minutes. In fact, the tension was subsiding, and you even managed to relax your breathing and heartbeat again after what had seemed like a run from death.

"My pleasure," Albedo returned, and you looked up at him, seeing a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. But you returned his smile in kind, until he walked in front of you and knelt down, the sudden closeness seeming strange. However, when he freed one hand from his glove, you felt an electric shock zapping through you as his hand wrapped around your calf, squeezing it once.

"You're still very sore," he noted, and you realized he was merely checking your body, suddenly making you feel really dumb for the heat tingling in your cheeks, your core clenching. "I should check you for bruises, just to be sure. Do you mind taking off your overalls for me?"

Albedo stood up again, removing the second glove while waiting for you to react. Your eyes were caught up on the rebound of the leather glove, a smacking sound ringing out and making your breath hitch. Somehow you felt strangely aware of everything he was doing, and even though you shook your head to get a clear mind, you couldn't snap out of it.

"I- I don't think that will be necessary..."

"As a... doctor and a guard, I ought to make sure you are okay after that mad sprint across the facility. You don't have an athletic background do you?"

"No..."

"So. Please remove the overalls and your pants."

"Pants, too?!"

"I need to check your legs for torn ligaments or the like."

The heat in the room seemed to increase with every dryly spoken instruction from him. To his credit, he didn't sound like some bad guy. He made it sound like the most normal thing in the world as he told you to undress. Even though your head felt on fire, the room spinning lightly, you hesitantly began to follow his instructions, slipping the overall off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor before slipping your hands into the waistband of your pants.

A gut feeling stopped you from progressing. Something felt wrong, perhaps the place you two were in or the increasing heat all throughout you as your nails scraped against your skin. But your hesitation didn't seem to concern Albedo much as he tapped his fingers on his leg, waiting silently but impatient for you to continue. Alas, you didn't move anymore, which prompted him to finally react.

"Does your back hurt?"

He made a quick step forward, his hands falling to your shoulders, and the pressure increased as he guided you down. "Sit down. I'll help you."

Before you knew it, you faltered under his touch, falling back on the mattress. His hands replaced yours as he hooked his fingers around your waistband, pulling your pants down effortlessly. Shame from being exposed so suddenly made you tense. Still, Albedo, with his inquiring gaze dragging over your legs and up to your hips, wasted no time examining your calves with his hands again, a delicious pressure applying to your muscles mixing with the warmth of his palms.

"Relax," he muttered, his breath teasing your skin into goosebumps, your breath hitching and causing him to look up. "Are you feeling okay? You're looking a little... flushed."

His comments were enough to make you stop staring at his lips that were so close to your body. Close enough that you could imagine them leaving trails of kisses on you. The enticing pain of teeth digging into your thigh and the hot lick of his tongue.

"It's... It's fine," you stammered, unable to think straight. Where did these thoughts come from? You didn't even know this man, much less wanted him to... do things with you. Or did you?

"It's okay," he chuckled, and suddenly, that bad feeling in your gut changed into an alarming nuisance. But it was already too late. It couldn't reach your mind anymore, which already reveled in the feeling of his hands slowly driving up your legs. You didn't even notice him coercing you into giving him more and more access until he could kneel between them comfortably. All you took note of was how well he handled you, leaving tingles everywhere he touched. Albedo managed to tickle the space in your brain that was wanting more and more of this for your own pleasure, shutting every other disagreeing voice off.

"We--" he interrupted himself, and for a moment, he dug all his fingers deep into the flesh of your thigh. An uncalled-for sigh escaped you as the pressure increased and disappeared teasingly, ending in a shuddering breath as you tried to play it off. "I," he corrected, "waited a long time for this. Let the pill do its work. I made it just for you. Just so you could enjoy it, Darling."

"Do we--"

As if you knew it, the kiss he planted against your inner thigh felt like an invitation to heaven. Light and sensual, creating a strong need for more and a wetness in your panties that you hoped he wouldn't notice with how close he was to it. "Do we know each other?" you quickly finished your sentence, biting your lip as Albedo continued the path of his lips towards your core.

"No," he chuckled. "You don't know us."

"Then..." Interrupted by your own gasp as Albedo grabbed your legs and spread them further, you completely forgot your question, all of your body burning up and, at the same time, tingling with electricity. His nose left a cooling, soothing (and all the more pleasurable) trail as he dragged it over your body with a deep inhale, and you were pudding in his hands, no matter where he decided to slip them as long as it was on you.

"But we know you. Park Street, right across from our home. You like to dance through your kitchen in the morning, and I've always longed to be there with you."

Another kiss, with lips as eager as they were devoted. A shudder vibrated through your body, making your toes curl as you felt Albedo go at it, pecking you again and again, almost reaching the nook between your legs and hips. And when he did, you couldn't help throwing your head back, overcome with the pleasure of his body worshipping yours as you moaned loudly, your core clenching as if you were filled with a love that wasn't your own.

 "Albedo too, he..."

"W-Wait-!" You managed to snap out of it for a moment as that man spoke of himself as if he wasn't Albedo. "I thought... you are..."

Even though you felt as if the pleasure was blinding you, you didn't miss his lips curling into a wicked grin before he pressed them against your inner thigh again. The next thing you felt was a hand rising from beneath your thighs over your hips, arms curling around your legs until he had you in a secure hold, hard to wiggle out of.

Your eyes widened when you suddenly realized what was going on. Albedo's tongue lapped out as he pressed it to your panties, licking your folds through the fabric as you gasped, pushing at his head with your hands. But your body had very different intentions, fingers curling into his hair as he pressed his face further against your cunt, licking up the wetness you had made for him.

"We're both Albedo, and yet, who knows," he murmured, his voice vibrating from his throat against your cunt, your body reacting by clenching up, yet you could feel yourself getting even wetter. "But what I know is that we always wanted to do this," he continued to tease you with his breath, one finger hooking under your panties and pulling them aside.

With nothing holding him back now—not even your meager fingers in his hair—Albedo went about tasting you. His tongue lapped up your essence until he reached your aching clit, a body part that had never felt so neglected until you had this man between your legs. Letting his lips fall around it in a kiss before pressing forward, allowing his tongue to come out and play. And play it did. It played your clit as if it was meant to do nothing but pleasure you. Licks turned into flicks, into sucking, and into teeth nibbling on it.

Just when you were approaching the edge, toes curling, back arching, Albedo pulled away. But he couldn't resist you for long either, almost immediately plunging his attention and tongue inside you, the wiggling muscle exploring your entrance feverishly. Everything, your whole body, was like a ticking time bomb waiting for detonation. But Albedo held the trigger, unwilling to allow you to ascend to the heaven you've been imagining. Tiptoeing around the edge might have prolonged your orgasm, but it didn't make you feel any less needy and craving the sweet release.

Hunching over Albedo, you pressed your hips into his face, trying your best to grind into him from your position, but you had little luck with it. And yet, when he chuckled, noticing your efforts, it made it all worth it, the sound alone almost enough to make you cum.

"That's it," he mumbled against your folds, making one long lick upwards to your terrifically lonely clit. "Use me like you'd use one of your little toys from your bedside table. Make me the reason you moan and scream, and I'll give you what you want whenever you want. Now that you're here, nothing is stopping us from being together. You've made me so fucking thirsty for years, I want to drown in your juices, Baby."

And moaning and screaming you were. With every one of his words, you grew more desperate for this release he promised. You didn't need to try and guide him further, Albedo doing more than you ever expected a man to do for you, inhaling—or rather, eating you inside out and into a writhing mess without a coherent thought in your mind.

How you got here, what his words meant, these questions about his identity—all these things became meaningless when they weren't his tongue, breath, and teeth feasting on you. Your body was completely caving, and you didn't know if it was from exhaustion or the pills he had spoken about.

But it didn't matter.

It didn't matter because when he put your legs over his shoulders and dug in one last time with the ferocity of a starving animal, you felt your body tensing in preparation before you were hit with an orgasm that made you see stars. You were sent to glorious heaven for a few seconds, your body unable to respond. But when it did, you lost all your abilities to move your muscles, falling back on the mattress with a blissful croak.

Albedo had slowed his tongue to fit your sensitivity, licking at your cunt like a kitten at a bowl of nourishing milk. Humming and enjoying with relish as you gave him exactly what he wanted, almost believing you were the tastiest snack on earth considering how much joy it seemed to bring him. Occasionally, he'd hit a sensitive spot—your clit being no exception—making you flinch and moan. He'd chuckle, delighted by your sounds and limb body, that you wouldn't move away from him.

"That's right, Darling. Give in and let me please you. I will make you cum again and again--"

His words were interrupted by the sudden sound of a door opening, and you both jolted. However, all you could do was sway and fall backwards the second you tried to sit up, your body still hot and feverish. Instead, you bent to the side, trying to see who caught you in this position—a position you enjoyed thoroughly even though it would get you in a lot of trouble, you figured. But when your gaze focused on the person stepping inside, you were shocked by the familiar face staring back at you with surprise in its own features.

The same face that was between your legs.

"Ha, surprise," the Albedo between your legs said, and though he looked at the Albedo at the door, his words could have very well been for you.

"What did you do?!" Door-bedo hissed, a hint of anger crossing his expression, looking strangely out of place on the face you had only known as calm or mischievous so far.

"You wouldn't allow me to go to them, so I brought them to us."

"By bringing them to the prison?!"

"Wrong, they were sentenced to be here."

Returning his attention between your legs, Albedo left fluttering kisses along your folds. You moaned, the heat overpowering any shame or embarrassment. All that was left was the knot in your stomach. A knot that wanted more. Wanted something thick and long to fill you until you'd cum again miserably on a cock, your orgasms the only thing that could stop the burning heat inside you.

"Mhm, they're ready again," Albedo hummed, and you could feel the eyes of the Albedo at the door snap from the one between your legs to you, more heat erupting wherever his gaze landed. The things two of these guys could do... a thought that made you yearn and sweat at the same time.

"Don't tell me..." Albedo muttered, and the one between your legs chuckled. You had no idea what was happening, but you didn't care anymore. There was one Albedo who knew what he was doing and another one that looked like he could help you as well. Make the heat stop and give you more orgasms, the only things you desired at that moment.

"Please..." you whispered, looking up at the Albedo standing much too far away from you. Reaching a powerless hand to him, you gave him a pleading look that you hoped would convey your feelings. You had no idea what you had to do to draw him closer to him, make him touch you in places the other one hadn't reached for yet but were just as much in heat as your dripping cunt.

If pleading helped, you might even have considered getting on your own knees for him. Luckily, you didn't have to. Seeing your desperate way of reaching out, his features softened, eyes shining with guilt and desire as he stepped closer. His jacket and tie were discarded slowly, a striptease so beautifully from a man you believed could deliver you from the sins you've been accused with. You'd only have appreciated it more if not for the burning need inside you. When he finally grabbed your hand, a million butterflies of relief escaped you alongside a whiny moan, and you were all his when he planted the softest of kisses along your arm. However...

It wasn't enough.

"Please!" you pleaded, more incessantly now, cupping his face and drawing him close. His lips were in reach for a kiss, but much to your despair, he didn't move to kiss you where you needed it the most. Instead, Albedo opted to talk while the one between your legs chuckled as you clenched your thighs around his head impatiently.

"I'm so sorry he did that to you. I would have stopped him had I known... You must have suffered a lot. Framing you, drugging you... I'm so sorry, [Name]."

"Then help me," you whined, tears building in your eyes as he kept refusing to kiss you even though you could clearly see how much he wanted to. "Make it stop!"

"I will," he mumbled, eyes falling to your lips, then lower to where the other Albedo was already doing his part. "I'm going to make it right, okay? Relax and let us handle all of it. Let me take care of this mess, and I'll make it right this time, I promise."

"Finally you're giving in," the Albedo in your lap teased, and the other scowled at him.

"It's your fault! You made them like this!"

"Don't bother denying how hard you are, watching me eat them out. I can see your bulge from here. But if you want to put it in here..."

Bringing a finger to your cunt, you felt him slide it down to your entrance, every second of his touch so overstimulating, you couldn't help but moan, anticipating him to slip the finger inside. However, the Albedo between your legs merely teased around your entrance, and the other one gulped noticeably as you moaned into his chest like a needy slut.

"You better start begging them for forgiveness since you kept them waiting for so long, Albedo."

The cheeky bastard between your legs wasn't wrong, as you could feel the tears dripping down your cheeks, not knowing yourself like this but not caring in the least. "Oh, Darling," the Albedo, who still hadn't kissed you, whispered, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, he united your lips, allowing you to cling to him.

The one below let you free as the new Albedo pulled you into his lap, and you immediately began grinding your wet cunt against the bulge in his pants, whimpering into the kiss that neither of you could tear away from.

"Can I make you feel good? May I fuck you?" Albedo asked through your lips, and you nodded firmly while feeling the delirious twitch of his cock against your cunt. "I wanted this for so long," he groaned into your mouth, and impatient as you were, you went to undo the button and zipper on his pants yourself, fearing he'd never actually make his words a reality.

However, when he felt you fiddling with his underwear, Albedo gripped your hips, pressing them down against his. There it was, the perfect size to fill you, eagerly twitching beneath you, and with the bit of motion he allowed you, you let your cunt feel up every inch as if it was an appetizer. "Don't be mad later," Albedo mumbled just before letting out a groan, his self-restraint apparently still fighting against his desire to have you.

"I tried so hard to save you from us. Even if I wanted you so bad—all I could think about was you!—I never wanted this for you."

"But it's too late now!" the other Albedo perked up behind you, and you heard the rustling of clothes falling to the ground. "Now you're here..."

"And you are all ours."

[maleyanderecafe]

Hey, Idk if you’re into sadodere stuff, but i found this game that was just released with some great artwork. https://mellowbile.itch.io/where-he-is-king

Don’t feel obligated to play. Just a recommendation!

Normally I don't do sadodere stuff because, well, I am a yandere based blog, but I figured I might give it a shot. This game is very bloody and contains nudity, having an r18 rating on it. It is, however, very wonderfully made visually, with animations for the blood as well as quite a lot of CGs. The main character we see here, Friedrich “JunJingl” Marchosias, has quite a number of horrific forms, all of which look very cool and horrifying. You can try the game here, but be sure that you read all of the warnings since it can get pretty gruesome.

The story itself is pretty simple. The MC ends up meeting Friedrich, a god of sorts with a legion of demons hell bent on becoming the only god around. He and the MC had made a deal in the past, which allowed him to become powerful and he's come back to destroy the MC. Most of the endings involve running away from Friedrich, in an some horror form or another being unable to escape. Friedrich usually ends up torturing the MC, whether it be cutting her open and ripping out her guts, amputating her, eating her face, taking out an eye amongst other sorts, each with it's own unique CG and animation. There's even one where bugs come in and eat you from the inside out. There are two endings that don't end up with the MC becoming a sack of meat, with one making a deal with Friedrich again, basically stating that the MC will be his pet, causing the MC to give up their will and not be killed by Friendrich. The other is relating to his status as a god. The MC realizes that in this world, gods gain power through belief, so the more you believe that a person is a god, the more god like they become. By viewing him for what he really is, a demon, the MC is able to remember the knife they carried with them, ending up stabbing and eating his heart, with her becoming the god.

This game, at least from what I can tell, is a sort of artistic vent from the creator, and basically what I would consider either a murdersim or a torture porn to some extent. I will say that while I feel like I'm not the target audience for either genre, I can enjoy the various experience it does give me. For one, I think that the game is actually very well made from the CGs to the animated effects. Each ending has at least a handful of CGs, all of which make Friedrich this horrifying being, with tongues, teeth, eyes sticking out and making them into a true monster. I really enjoy the various forms that he takes, each more horrifying than the last. I think I just have a great love for unique monster designs honestly because that's something I hope to achieve one day. The effects for the blood splatters are really nice and watching the MC's guts come spilling out is very horrifying. I think that I really like the endings where he gouges out the MC's eyes and it actually stays on screen as if your eye had actually been taken out. It reminds me a bit of one of the routes in Forcefully Yours where Riker takes out the MC's eyes. It looks a little better on this one, but it does look very splendid. Out of all the endings though, the ending where we eat his heart and become god is my favorite, because, well, if you know me, you know I love destroying things and watching them suffer.

Generally the only real issue I have with this game is the font, because at times it is rather hard to read. The UI for some of the preference screens is also a bit small, which can likely be changed so that it's easier to actually be able to click on them. Perhaps a trigger warning before the game might be good too? I suppose since it's on the main page, it's not as big of a deal, but that's what I would at least think would be nice.

Friedrich himself is more of sadodere, which is someone who is sadistic to the person that they like. I wouldn't really qualify him as a yandere though, because while he does have some endings that do show affection towards the MC, (as seen above in the screenshot), most of them just involve him torturing and eventually killing the MC, mocking them and making them into a piece of meat. I guess you can sort of see it as a type of sadistic yandere, but he doesn't always show affection in all endings, or even most endings, so based on the very slim chance that it is, I really doubt it.

I think for what it is, it is a relatively well made game. Considering it is supposed to be a murder sim style/ torture porn style game, I think it achieved that very well. I've heard from friends that this anon has been going around promoting their game, so hopefully this ask response will do it justice. I'm sure that many in the yandere crowd will enjoy such a more sadistic game, so hopefully this will help get more people to play it. If the game does sound interesting, please give it a try.

[bunny-rambles]

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I’ve got you

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The boys helping you through a panic attack

characters; Xiao, Albedo, Kaeya (separate), gn reader

cw/tw; descriptions of anxiety attacks, crying, hurt/comfort, reader is hinted to be smaller than Kaeya, very light cursing, let me know if I missed anything

word count; 2k+ (500 for each segment)

notes; Yeah, another vent post, this one’s probably more intense so please read at your own risk. I’m not sure what else there is to say, so if you’re going through something similar, it will pass and things will be okay one day. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself to keep myself going. Maybe it’ll help you - I hope it does anyway. These are all techniques I’ve practised, and also have been told that work.

Reblogs are highly appreciated since they boost interaction, as well as comments. Enjoy :)

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Somethings wrong.

You can feel it. Every bone in your body felt frozen in fear. The muscles in your stomach contract painfully, your throat begins to feel restricted, the sensation similar to a merciless hand around your neck. You can hear a voice - it sounds like you, muttering something.

Make it stop.

Make what stop, exactly? You weren’t quite sure. You didn’t know, you just wanted it to be over.

What was wrong with you? Everything was fine up until a few moments ago. Trembling legs crashed against the ground, your hands reaching out to steady yourself so you didn’t fall face first into the floor. Every time you took a breath, a sharp spike of pain stabbed through your chest. This was impossible. You couldn’t stop this, couldn’t do it, your efforts were not enough. Nothing you did was ever fucking good enough.

The taste of bile began to rise in your throat - no, please don’t throw up, you begged yourself. “Stop, stop, please just…”

Please just stop making me feel so bad

Again, you pleaded to yourself. Why did you have to be this way - have to tear yourself apart, bring yourself to the edge of oblivion, over what? In this state, you couldn’t even remember. Your mind was hazy, the only thing you were sure of was things did not feel right at all.

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Xiao

At some point, you must’ve cried out his name, because the adeptus had appeared in a cloud of darkened teal smoke right beside you. When he heard you in such distress, he was sure you were being attacked, which was exactly why he had his mask on. But what he found, however, was an arguably worse situation.

“Y/N…” He murmured, hands hovering over your form, hesitant to touch you. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel worse with unwanted contact.

“Xiao…” You whined pathetically, a strangled sob ripping its way out of your throat painfully. Your head raised to look at him through your unshed tears. A mask that struck fear into the heart of others only soothed your own. He was here, he was really here. You went to say his name again but all that came out of your mouth was a slur of unintelligible sounds. Before he could ask what was wrong, you let your heavy body crash into his own, burying your face in his chest.

Finally, his hands touched you, cradling your body close to his own. “I’m… I’m here. It’s okay.” He whispered soothingly as his mask dematerialised, his lips pressing against the top of your head. He wasn’t familiar with comforting mortals, but if he had learned anything from the way you had treated him when he was suffering from his karmic debt, it was that when you had held him - things felt like they were going to be okay.

“Can’t… Breathe…” He heard you, just barely.

Now he really didn’t know what to do. Slowly, he gently grabbed one of your hands and set it down firmly on his chest, just as you had done once before when his own lungs felt like they were burning from the inside.

“Follow my lead…” His chest rose up as he took a deep breath, and after a moment, yours did too.

“Good. Hold it.” another moment.

“Out.” He exhaled through his mouth, in sync with you.

“Again.” And so you did. Once, twice, as many times as it took until it felt like the pressure finally lessened enough to say his name.

“Xiao… I’m okay now.”

“Do you want me to let go then?” You shook your head, clinging onto him tighter. He seemed to get the message from the way he held closer to him.

“What was it this time?” His hand slowly began to move on your back, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

“Don’t know… Just felt bad.” He hummed in response, nodding his head slowly. You let out a heavy sigh, thankful that he didn’t fire 20 questions at you. You really didn’t have the energy to explain. Thankfully, it seemed like he understood. “Thank you…”

“Mhm. Just rest.”

“Yeah. I love you.” You mumbled tiredly, your face nuzzling against the crook of his neck. You missed the way his sharp eyes softened at the sight of you hiding yourself away from the world in his embrace.

“… I love you too.”

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Kaeya

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When the young man strided into your shared home, he found it odd that you weren’t waiting for him in the living room. Or the kitchen. Or anywhere downstairs for the matter. Maybe you had gone to bed?

“Y/N?” He called up to you as he slid off his boots, only to flinch away from his footwear when he heard a crash from your room. He called out your name again, this time much more frantically. Grasping at his sword by his side, he kicked the door to your room open, prepared for whatever was inside. He didn’t see you at first, only the scattered items on the floor that belonged on your desk. Sheathing his sword, he cautiously took a few steps inside the room. A quiet sniffle alerted him to your presence, his gaze following the whimper that followed. There you were, cowering under your desk with your head in your hands, clutching onto your hair tightly.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Your lover sighed, dropping to his knees in front of you, holding his arms open wide. “Come here…” He invited you, just in case you didn’t feel like being touched. But unfortunately you felt like you were glued in place, your body refusing to move on its own. So instead, you looked up at him pleadingly, shakily opening your own arms. Thankfully you didn’t need to explain since he was already scooping you up from the ground, holding you bridal style. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” He cooed quietly as he sat himself down on the corner of the bed, settling you down on his lap. “What’s wrong, what happened?” He kept his voice soft, gentle enough to not feel like a threat when you were obviously feeling so vulnerable. You shook your head. You didn’t know, everything just felt wrong. When you didn’t answer, he simply sighed quietly, thinking of what to do. It wasn’t often you got this way, but it was more than enough times to have at least a clue on how to help.

“Darling, can you close your eyes for me?” Confused, you did so. “Imagine you’re lying on a beach…” He began, raising his hand to rest on top of your head, running his fingers through your hair soothingly. “The sun is warm, the ocean spray next to you is refreshing against your skin. In your left hand, there’s a drink, and in your right is my hand.” With this, he slid his hand into your right one, intertwining your fingers. “What do you feel like drinking?” He asked quietly, watching as your face scrunched in concentration as you tried to visualise everything he was telling you.

“…Lemonade?” You asked quietly.

“Mhm, alright then. Personally, I would’ve chosen wine, but lemonade it is.” You both chuckled quietly, your harsh breathing beginning to even out. “This beach is our paradise. Nothing can hurt you here, not while I’m right next to you. You are always here, on this beach. All you have to do is close your eyes. Do you understand?” Somehow, even when your mind seemed filled with background noise, you understood. A happy place, filled with happy things, with your favourite person - while you were focusing on that, nothing else seemed to matter.

“Good. Now… Let’s go fix you that lemonade, shall we? I’m not exactly as good as my brother, but I hope it’ll suffice.” You felt your lips curl up at that, and at the way his lips pressed against your cheek.

—

Albedo

-

The chief alchemist was too busy for you. At least, that’s what you thought. So you weren’t expecting him to be opening the door the second you went down to the ground.

“Y/N, I heard something- Oh.” He cut himself off when he saw you looking up at him with a tear stained face. If he was affected by the way you seemed to be cowering away from him so he couldn’t see how much of a mess you were, he didn’t give anything away. That is, until he spoke.

“May I hold you?” He asked before he made a move. You nodded slowly, and only then did he lower himself to your level, gathering you up in his arms. His arms slotted around you perfectly, almost like a missing puzzle piece, someone made just to fit together with you.

“You’re shaking. What happened?” He questioned, his hand cradling the back of your head carefully, occasionally stroking your hair with his slender fingers.

“I don’t know… I don’t know.”

“Sh…” He hushed you softly, aware if you carried on you would simply work yourself up to the state you were in before again. “It’s alright… I’ve got you.” You crumbled at his words, a small whimper escaping your throat as you held onto him tighter.

“Y/N… I need to ask you to do something. It’ll help, I promise.” He spoke after a moment after you hadn’t calmed down from whatever had caused this in the first place. You nodded, trusting whatever he had in mind. “What are five things you can see?” His calm demeanour told you there was no need to rush.

“Um…” You glanced over at the wall. “Your drawing of me.” An anniversary gift, you recalled. “My bed… My pillow… My desk, and… You.”

“Good. Four things you can feel.” Again, there wasn’t any urgency to tell him your findings.

“The ground, my clothes, my blanket, your coat.”

“You’re doing well. Three things you can hear now.” He noticed the difference in the way you were speaking, how your voice was slowly gaining clarity.

“Your voice, your heartbeat, the birds outside.” Really, all you could focus on was the man in front of you.

“Two things you can smell.”

“You… Specifically… The melting snow on your clothes and chalk.”

“And what can you taste right now?” He murmured quietly against your ear, and you so desperately wanted to say him, but maybe kissing him while you were like this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Blood.” You mumbled, only now noticing how raw the inside of your cheek felt from gnawing at it.

“You’ve stopped shaking.” He noted with a soft smile, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before moving his lips to your forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Perhaps.” He hummed thoughtfully, but you knew he was teasing by the growing smirk on his lips before he shook his head. “No. You did that yourself. You could’ve simply not listened to me and refused my help. But you didn’t. I only guided you, and you did the rest.”

His words made your own bashful smile appear on your lips, leaning into his touch when one of his hands cupped your cheek. “The taste of blood isn’t exactly pleasant, why don’t I cook your favourite and stay with you tonight?” He suggested, taking your hand in his own to help you stand.

“Yes, please.”

[alexanderlightweight]

It is wednesday, wohooo: timetravel story? Can I please have some more? XD

here we go! i hope you enjoy

saeth @saryn-prime named this fic the same sky so it has a name lol

lumine

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Magnus isn’t exactly sure how he ended up in front of his dearest friends again, but he certainly doesn’t mind it.  Not now that Alexander is still with him, frowning around the loft with a critical eye.

“Magnus, we’ll need a kitchen.” Alexander says, clearly on autopilot as he scowls at the very open design. “And if you even think about not creating a foyer again, I’ll be moving to the roof.”

Magnus winces without meaning to and the look on his boy’s face when he catches it is heartbreaking.

“The roof doesn’t exist yet, does it?”

“Darling, I can move us to that building right now. I can have the basics of the roof set up in two snaps of my fingers—” Magnus offers soothingly, magic already jumping to his hands.

Two hands catch his own, smothering his magic with a loving touch and blue flames extinguish happily against fingers that Magnus barely recognizes.

“No. We are not moving the loft just because I miss the rooftop right after whatever happened.” Alexander’s face goes dark and Magnus can feel how Cat and Ragnor stiffen, their instincts on edge. 

The darkness and cold, hostile edge of Alexander’s angelic grace have long became a cool, protective balm and Magnus pulls Alexander closer to him. His friends will have an easier time with Alexander near Magnus.

“What did happen, sayang?”

Ragnor chokes, but Magnus ignores him knowing that if it’s serious, Cat will save him. 

Alexander scoffs and he tugs away his hands to pull his hair up into a half-bun and then scowls, clearly irritated at the lack of length.

“We always suspected that the leylines didn’t like us trying to leave our dimension, Magnus. The angelic core specifically was acting very temperamental. And I’ve told you that ever since we purged the leylines with the core, it’s been very… friendly with the leylines.

“The core in the New York is the largest in all of North America. There is one of equal size and strength on every continent but the rest of the locations were scrubbed after the Uprising.” Alexander frowns as he thinks and Magnus summons two cups of tea, holding them hostage as he holds out a hand.

Alexander takes it without thinking, absently and instinctually and it soothes the raw edges that Magnus feels were seared open.  Alexander is compartmentalizing, already packing away things pragmatically.

It’s with a little sigh that Magnus pulls Alexander into his lap and his boy goes willingly, still contemplating whatever long lost law or history he has stored away.

“I think it imprinted on your magic, Magnus.” Alexander says and he takes a sip of his tea, not even blowing on it, just trusting it won’t be too hot.  Magnus tries not to let out a lovesick sigh but he can’t help it.

Alexander leans over and kisses him without a thought, just a chaste press of their lips and then he nods.

“It’s definitely imprinted on your magic. It brought us back to before the damage was ever done to it then, back to when it thinks we wouldn’t want to leave.”

Magnus blinks, already feeling the sharp bit of angelic magic stowed away in Alexander reaching out at the small contact.

“Is the angelic core inside of you right now?” Magnus asks, portraying calm so well that Ragnor looks only mildly concerned while Cat is eying him suspiciously.

“Magnus, you can’t rip it out of me.” Alexander says and he sounds so calm for someone being so unreasonable.

“It took you from me.” Magnus tells him hoarsely, admitting what he’s always feared and was forced to suffer through. “It took you first, beloved. How can I let it linger in you when it would be so cruel? If it couldn’t let us go, then it should have brought us together.”  Magnus is furious despite everything and he can’t help it.

To have held Alexander for a brief moment, without the comfort of his breath and heartbeat encouraging Magnus’ own heart to work… it was too much.

Magnus’ hand is pressed to firm chest with a steady thump and a head is tucked into his neck, kisses placed there.

“If it takes you from me again, I will destroy it down to it’s last particle. No divine power can match me, remind it that.” Magnus murmurs, because it doesn’t matter to him that the angelic core is how they made Alexander immortal.

Magnus will find and cull a thousand worlds before he allows threats to Alexander exist.

Whatever holy or unholy things may threaten his beloved, Magnus will destroy them all.

[imawkwardlysoc]

i'm about to take you back to church

Song- Church by Chase Atlantic

Pairing- CEO!Phoenix x female!reader

Warning(s)- 18+, MDNI, mommy kink, fingering, oral sex, aftercare

Summary- Natasha going feral after seeing you in your dress.

Wordcount- 1,129

A/N- Happy pride month y'all and here ya go sluts (loving)!

Looking at the time on the clock on my bedside table, I silently cured myself and finished getting ready. Putting on the last of my makeup, heels, and shoes, I grabbed my clutch and headed down the stairs. Checking myself in the mirror, I smoothed down the velvet blue dress before leaving the house.

“Thanks for waiting,” I thanked Charles, Natasha and I’s driver, as I got into the car.

“It’s no problem,” I saw his reflection in the mirror. “Thankfully she already knows that I’m running late. So speed it?”

“Got it,” he winked and started the car.

On the drive to the venue, I sent a message to Natasha that I was on the way and did one last minute touch-up on my outfit. As we got closer to the venue, I started to play with the diamond tennis bracelet that Natasha got me for our two year anniversary to calm my nerves. Even though we’ve been together for almost four years, going to these events still makes me nervous.

“We’re here,” Charles announced as he pulled up to the venue. “Have a fun time.”

“Oh yes, faking to enjoy business proposals is fun,” I chuckled. “Have a nice evening Charles.”

“You too,” he smiled and I headed out of the car.

Walking up the stairs of the museum, I handed one of the security guards my invite and walked in. Letting out a breath, I walked into the main area and searched for Natasha.

“Looking for Nat aren’t you?” Robert, Natasha’s CCO, asked as he walked up to me with two glasses of champagne in his hand.

“Robert,” I smiled and accepted the flute of champagne from his hand before giving him a kiss on his cheek. “And you are right. How are you though?”

“I’m doing pretty well,” he smiled as we walked to where Natasha was.

On our walk there, we said hello to some of the partner’s Natasha’s company has while making small talk with them. We also caught up with each other since we haven’t seen each other in a while. He’s been busy traveling around the world to make deals while I was busy with teaching while Natasha’s at work.

“Look at who I found,” Robert said as we walked up to Natasha talking to Bradley and Jake.

“Darling,” Natasha smiled when she saw me and placed her drink down to give me a hug and a kiss. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” I smiled as I fixed her jacket. “You don’t look too bad yourself. I love it when you wear suits. It makes you all sexy and dominant.”

“Really?” She smirked and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Why don’t we just leave and-”

“Okay, we’re gonna leave before we see a preview of Fifty Shades of Trace,” Bradley announced before the three of them left.

Natasha and I let out a laugh before heading out to the crowd to mingle. Throughout the night, I've mostly been by Natasha's side. Anytime when we were alone, she would try to do some things hoping we could leave early but I stopped her.

“What do I have to do to rip this dress off of you?” Natasha whispered in my ear.

I let out a yawn and looked at Natasha with a slight smirk on my face. Getting the signal, she grabbed her hand and quickly led me towards the exit giving everyone an Irish goodbye. Charles pulled up when we left the building and we got into the car.

“A good evening ladies?” Charles asked us as he drove.

“Yeah, it was a nice evening,” Natasha replied. “Made many deals.”

“Well, you’ll be thanking me while I suffer through another brunch with the wives,” I joked.

“Just order the most expensive thing and put it on my card,” she joked back.

“You really know how to swoon a girl,” I smiled and placed my lips onto hers.

Pulling up to the house, we thanked Charles before leaving the car and heading inside the house. Closing the front door and walking up the stairs, I slowly started to undress myself as Natasha was walking behind me. Putting my jewelry in the little dish on my vanity, I started to take my dress off as Natasha watched me from the corner of her eye as she started to undress herself. Letting my dress fall to the floor, it revealed the lace bra that I was wearing and nothing else.

Laying on our bed, I started to play with myself as she continued to undress herself. I bit the inside of my lip as I rubbed my clit while inserting two other fingers inside my vagina, trying not to let out a moan.

“Oh lord, forgive me for I have sinned.” Natasha removed my fingers and inserted them in her mouth licking them with a grin on her face. “Tasting sweet for Mommy aren’t we? Come on, let out that moan for Mommy.”

Letting out a moan, I let out another one as she inserted her fingers into my vagina making the same motion I previously did. With her free hand, she slid it up my back and unclipped my bra before tossing it to the floor.  I fondled my own breasts as her free hand pulled my hair as she placed kisses down my neck down to my abdomen.

“Let Mommy listen to those whimpers,” Natasha grinned as I whimpered softly. “Let those out.”

My wimpers soon turned into moans as she quickened the pace of her fingers. I looked to see that she was also fingering herself as she fingered me which made me moan more.

“Please,” I moaned. “Nat, I need to-” Another moan hit me before I could even finish my sentence.

“Hold on,” Natasha moaned as she released her fingers out of mine and her vagiana as we orgasmed, letting our discharge go.

Panting, she laid down next to me and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my legs around her as she softly kissed me as she ran her fingers through my hair. She started to praise me telling me how good I did and checked in if I was okay, which I was by the way.

“So, shower or towel?” She asked.

“Towel, I’m too tired to be in the shower,” I chuckled. “Just had the most mind blowing sex in my life.”

“Alright, stay here,” she winked as she got out of bed.

Laying in bed, I reflected back on what just happened a few minutes ago. Soon she came back with a damp warm towel and wiped me while giving me a kiss. Tossing the towel in the dirty hamper, she got back in bed with me and we cuddled until we fell asleep.

[merge-conflict]

thread-safe: cicada killer

BONUS CHAPTER

>>read on ao3<<

“I cannot ask your forgiveness,” he says finally. Always so diligent about laying himself down onto the chopping block, meek and willing as a lamb to accept another black mark on his soul. Even now, when he’s seen what the afterlife is like for useful tools. “I do not deserve it. If you do not wish to see me, I will not bother you again. But if you–“ Hesitation, there. What is the polite way to address a disembodied soul? “If you need my assistance, I will be here.”

“Since Hanako-sama refused to send you away, I know that is true,” you say. Oh, I don’t think he enjoyed hearing that. “As for the rest– let me have a look at you.”

You want a look at him? Very well, but only for you. Let me get to my feet.

The dead man is not small, of course– I think he is very close to average in size, as these things go, and perfectly capable of killing me in a dozen different ways without the advantage of being a head taller. But I’d nearly forgotten how sleek he is, how light on his feet he is despite the weight of all that chrome. He’s been hovering so close I think he forgot I was even here, but he’s remembering now. Last time we stood like this he had his fingers inside me, and now that we’re looking at each other face to face I can tell you he’s thinking that too. More than a dozen different ways to kill me, and yet our dead man doesn’t resist having his hair grabbed, or the indignity of having his head wrenched back– you did want a good look, didn’t you? He’ll suffer it all, this one. What else is there to see? Two eyes, a nose, his frowning mouth. They’ve already done some reconstructive work, and I doubt they’ll let him keep the scars under those bandages on his left side. One is distinguished. A few more starts to look like negligence.

a/n: I tried about 5 or 6 different post-ending ideas for this fic, not with the idea that I would actually post them, but because I wanted to figure out how different characters would react. Then I had this image appear in my head, of V acting as an extension of herself but in a limited way- of wanting a good look at Goro and granting it, because heaven knows she normally avoids eye contact. I still couldn't figure it out, how to refer to them both when they haven't had a chance to talk, and as always the answer is another pov shift. I've never written second-person before but NK Jemisin did it so it must be good. I think it turned out pretty well, honestly. Put the most heartbreaking pun of my illustrious career in there and had to resist drawing attention to it. Ripped my own heart out. Worth. :3

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

(Happy Vore Day! This is my first vore day celebration post and I thought I should make it special. So here’s that Rengiyuu vore fic I promised. This does take place in my Half-Demon! Tanjiro AU and it takes places before Giyuu is converted. This also tells you some of the lore and what Kingu Akuma looks like. I hope you enjoy it!)

I’ll Keep You Warm

(A Rengiyuu Soft Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: angst, panic attack, and comfort vore

“Hey guys! Have you seen Tomioka anywhere?” Rengoku purred cheerfully. He sat alongside his fellow Hashiras in the forest clearing. They all had decided to meet up here to discuss the demon’s progress and the terrors that Kingu Akuma has brought. “Sorry, I haven’t heard from him.” Shinobu smiled with some concern in her voice.

Tengen nodded as he rested his body against a tree. “Nope, haven’t seen him either.” The other Hashiras nodded in agreement. “Are you sure he’s not with the Kamados?” Mitsuri asked, scooting closer to Obanai who didn’t seem to care about the situation.

“I’m sure. I reminded him last night.* Rengoku’s eyes filled with worry. “It’s not like him to miss meetings, especially one as important as this.” Sanemi groaned. “I’m sure he’s fine. Just wait until the meeting is over and-“ Shinobu gave him an icy glare. “No, Sanemi. We won’t continue this meeting until we find him.”

Sanemi snarled at her. She continued to glare at him until he stopped. “Fine.” He growled before mumbling to himself. Shinobu sighed and turned back to Rengoku. “It’s okay, Rengoku. Go find him. We can wait.” Rengoku gave her a slight bow. “Thank you! I’ll be sure to be quick!” The Flame Hashira then turned around and walked out of the clearing.

Trees surrounded him as he made his way deeper and deeper into the forest. “He must be at his estate!” Rengoku said to himself. The Flame Hashira then got into a running position. Flames burst around him as he sprinted off. The winds blew rapidly in his face and the trees blurred as he ran. He wanted to get there as soon as possible.

As he drew closer, the air grew colder and colder by the second. “This is odd.” Rengoku thought to himself. “It’s the middle of summer.” Rengoku slid to a stop in front of The Water Pillar’s estate. His worries only grew worse when he saw the front door wide open.

“Tomioka?” Rengoku peeked inside the cold house. “Are you here?” The air was incredibly still and there seemed to be a strange musty odor that wasn’t here before. Floorboards creaked under Rengoku’s feet as he made his way through the estate. “Giyuu-san?”

His heart sank as he gazed around the seemingly abandoned house. Then a strange noise caught his attention. It sounded like someone was choking. It sounded like..”TOMIOKA!” Rengoku immediately rushed toward the sound. He raced up the stairs and down the hallway to find Giyuu in the back room.

Giyuu covered himself in a thin blanket as he was laying on the floor. His muscles seemed to spasm and his eyes were wide with fear. “Giyuu-san!” Rengoku rushed to his aid. The Flame Pillar wrapped his haori around him and grabbed his shoulders.

“You’re as cold as a corpse!” Rengoku immediately pulled Giyuu close to him and he heated his body up so he could keep Giyuu warm. The Water Pillar gripped Rengoku, holding on for dear life. He gritted his teeth and the only sounds he could muster were pained choking sounds and cries.

“It’s okay, dear. I’m here.” Rengoku held the suffering slayer close. Giyuu’s muscle continued to spasm and twitch within the Flame Hashira’s grasp. “It’s c-c-cold.” Giyuu cried as he tried to tuck himself closer to Rengoku. “I know, baby. I know.” Tears were starting to fall from Rengoku’s eyes. He couldn’t stand to see Giyuu like this.

The Flame Hashira looked around at the wrecked room. Claw marks covered the walls and floor. A table was flipped upside down and one of its legs was ripped off. Even the blue curtains on the window were thrown down and ripped to shreds. However something else caught Rengoku’s attention.

A large black figure stood in front of the darkened window. It’s body seemed to be covered by a strange black cloak, but it’s head was very much visible. The being had a black goat’s head with pitch black horns that curved down and then outwards at the bottom. It also had a large gaping hole in the center of its face where an eye presumably would be. A soft red glow came from the end of a strand of flesh that hung out of the hole. The creature smiled wickedly with a grin that was all too similar to a human’s.

The being just stared at them. It didn’t make any noise or even spoke, it just stared. “Akuma..” Rengoku whispered. He held on tighter to Giyuu, hoping to protect him from whatever this being might do next. “Get out of here.” Rengoku growled coldly. The creature didn’t seem to listen. He just continued to stare.

After a few seconds, the being faded from view. The cold air finally became breathable and Giyuu’s spasms seemed to stop. Rengoku took a deep breath as a wash of relief came over him. “Giyuu-san! Can you hear me?” Rengoku looked at him with the utmost worry. “Y-yes.” Giyuu loosened his grip, but he still shivered uncontrollably.

Rengoku thought for a moment before looking Giyuu in the eyes. “Listen, I’m going to safely pouch you so you can stay warm. So please don’t panic.” Giyuu nodded slightly as he let go of Rengoku’s chest. The Flame Hashira then gently put Giyuu’s upper body into his maw.

The warmth of Rengoku’s body was a sharp contrast to Giyuu’s. The Water Pillar could feel his body start to ease and finally feel safe again. Rengoku tilted his head back slightly and started to swallow. His throat was filled with warmth and it carefully carried Giyuu into his lover’s body.

Giyuu eventually reached the soft pouch-like organ. Rengoku’s stomach gently cradled Giyuu’s frozen body with its soft walls and warmth. The last bit of tension melted away from Giyuu as he listened to The Flames Hashiras gentle heartbeat.

Rengoku put a hand on his slightly bloated stomach. “Are you okay? Do you feel safe now?” Rengoku’s voice was filled with concern and worry. “I’m okay.” Giyuu sounded exhausted and he curled up gently against the stomach walls.

Rengoku sighed. “Good, but you need some rest. I can only imagine how tired you are.” The Flame Hashira stood up and held his belly close. “I will.” Giyuu said weakly. Rengoku felt The Water Pillar’s body go limp from within. He gently patted his scarred belly and purred.

Rengoku then wrapped his haori back around him and headed out of the estate. “What am I going to tell the other pillars?” He asked himself. “Try not to worry about it.” Shinobu called out from the sky above.

Rengoku turned to her, smiling warmly. She gently flew down and landed next to him. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure he’s alright.” Shinobu smiled back. “It’s no problem.” Rengoku felt relieved by her presence.

“So what happened to him?” She looked at him curiously with a hint of worry. “Akuma..he found him.” Shinobu covered her mouth in shock. Then she looked at him with guilt. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t stayed in Douma’s memories for too long..”

“It’s not your fault, Shinobu-san.” Rengoku reassured her. “You had to do what you had to do to help him.” Shinobu nodded. “Yes..I just hope he doesn’t go after anyone else.” Rengoku put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Even if he does, we’ll be here to stop him!”

(P.S. Happy Birthday Muichiro!)

[glitchtricks94]

Little Star

Gyutaro x Human!Reader

Part two, part two, part twoooooo! Tumblr forced me to separate these, so they're being posted back to back. So, kick back, relax, and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks Little Star part one

"For you? Always."

"Even if it gets all sappy?"

"Just tell me before I start pouting."

"Don't you fuckin' do that, I get that enough from my sister!"

"Then start talking, mister!" You laughed, Gyutaro letting out a groan and muttering something about 'why he puts up with you'. You giggled and just looked up at him, taking in his uniquely beautiful features.

"It all starts with the stars themselves for me. I like looking at them. They almost…make me feel like I'm anywhere but here. Like, they almost give me hope that…there's more, I guess." Gyutaro's grip tightened again, a frustrated growl escaping him. "Fucking hell, this shit sounds stupid, just forget-"

"No, continue. I'm listening." You interjected, reaching for one of the demon's hands and curling your much smaller one around his own, offering comfort for him to continue. "I'm not going to judge you."

He sighed.

"My point is…The stars make me feel like I'm anywhere but here, stuck in a miserable existence as the ugliest thing to ever walk the earth." Gyutaro spoke, his shoulders slumping, the urge to rip at his skin bubbling at his fingertips. You always stopped him if it happened around you though, saying you hated seeing him rip himself up from stress and anxiety or something along those lines. He couldn't remember.

"You…kind of do the same." He admitted, feeling your heartrate pick up against is arm, his grip loosening slightly as he now realized just how tightly he caged you against him. If you were uncomfortable, then you never said anything or strangely didn't mind.

"I do?"

"You make me forget. Forget that I'm ugly, forget that I'm miserable, you just…take it all away, somehow. I don't get it either, but you're like the stars. I look at you and just feel…something other than misery. Other than being sick of everything, other than hatred." Gyutaro explained, starting to trail off into his own head, mouth running on autopilot as you watched on with ever reddening cheeks. "You make me feel half decent about myself, like I'm not a complete fuck up. You make me feel good by just…existing around me. You make me wanna take care of you, bring you things, anything just to see you smile. Ugh…I sound like one of those sappy bastards that try to seduce Daki…"

"Gyutaro…" You spoke, voice barely above a whisper. The upper moon turned to you, his eyes widening as panic splashed over him like cold water. Swiftly he began trying to comfort you, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek and swipe your tears away with his thumb, cooing softly at you.

"Little star? Come on, don't cry, you look terrible when you cry. You're prettier when you smile, it's-" Gyutaro froze when you moved your head and kissed his palm, your sobbing wracking your body as his brain stopped working, the demon locking up.

"Gyutaro that's…that's so sweet. I didn't- I never thought- I- Oh goodness, I c-can't even begin to-" You could hardly talk, feeling as if your heart was being squeezed inside your chest.

The gravity of his words wracked you to your core, you didn't know what to do and before you could stop them, the tears began overflowing.

You hadn't felt so…precious to someone before. You knew Gyutaro had suffered so much in his life, but knowing that you could take some of his pain away, even a little bit, felt like he had just told you he would whisk you away into his arms forever.

"Are…are you okay, little star?" Gyutaro asked nervously, voice dropping a pitch as he swiped tears away, still in shock over your reaction to everything happening between you two now.

"M-More than, Gyutaro…I…I'm honored to be able to take your pain away…" You spoke, growing more coherent. Gyutaro didn't know how to feel when you shifted to snuggle yourself further into his chest. He hummed, looking back to the stars as he calmed you, unaware that you had fallen asleep in his embrace.

He looked back to you and his breath hitched seeing how content you were in his grasp. It was not a new sight, far from it, but he could never quite understand how you found comfort in him of all people, how you cuddled against his lithe frame.

Gyutaro couldn't find it in himself to complain, not when he felt like he'd managed to pluck a star from the heavens themselves.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Forty

**Ghost’s POV**

               I swear it felt like my heart had stopped. My breathing sure as fuck did. Her green pools stared into mine and in that moment, nothing could separate us. It was like our eyes connecting were a string connected to one another, but when she broke the contact, the string was cut in half, and it all went down hill from there.

               I had to remain calm, but dammit if I didn’t want to kill everyone else that wasn’t her or Nik and bring her home. I couldn’t jeopardize her life or mine.

               “Is this to your liking,” I heard Michael’s voice through the speaker in my room. My body stiffens from the high pitch in his voice – indicating that he wasn’t don’t talking. “Mr. Riley.”

               Fuck.

               Everything in me stops as the color drains from my face. The air around me was a heavy fog as time stood still. I didn’t even move or flinch when the door to my room was kicked in and three guards came in – two of Michaels and Nik. Two of Michaels guards stood behind me, one of each side, while Nik stood to my right against the wall – all had their guns pointed to me.

               My eyes are still focused on Harley as I see her start to shake her head and tears spill down her face. I try to speak and reassure her, but nothing comes out. I cant fucking speak, but everything inside me is screaming.

               “I’m a lot smarter than I look Simon Riley.” Hearing Michael say my name caused me to ball my fists by my side. There were only two people who were granted to say my name casually – Price and Harley – everyone else suffered. “It took some digging to find you, but I managed. And then, you come here under an alias with an exposed face,” he continues to taunt me but shifts his gaze to Harley. “Now that’s love. He did all of that for you.” I wanted to slit his fucking throat at his words. He was right, I’d do anything for her but the way he said it didn’t sit right with me.

               “See, everyone thinks that love stories end with Happily Ever After, but in my book, there is no such thing.” I watch as Michael nods his head to someone in my room and before I could even think, my ears were ringing and wall in front of me to my right was repainted in red. Nik’s lifeless body slid down the wall slowly leaving a trail of blood the was seeping out of his head. I shut my eyes harshly as I try to fight back the tears.

               “Nik come in, how copy?” I hear Price through my earpiece. “Nik come in.”

               Silence.

               “Ghost, can you hear me?” Price asked me. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even hum. I couldn’t do anything. “Ghost come in. Is everything okay?”

               “Thought you would try to be slick with one of your guys, huh?” He taunts me rhetorically. “An eye for an eye, yeah? You try to play me, and I played you. Checkmate.” Oh, it was checkmate when I get my goddamn hands around his neck. I was seething. My chest is heaving up and down.

               “What do you want from me?!” I yell out at him. I couldn’t hide it any longer. I was worried. Kill me if you must, but please spare her. Spare our child.

               Michael looked up at me with a shit eating grin, “I want you to sit back and enjoy the show.” Harley jerks her head to Michael and furrows her eyebrows in confusion. I jerk my head back slightly confused wondering what in the hell he meant by that.

               A tall figure caught my eye as my eyes shifted from Harley to…König. “No,” I whispered out under my breath to where only I could hear it. My eyes darted from König to Harley and then back and forth between the two.

               My heart was ripping in half watching the tears spill down her face. With each step König took, her shoulders flinched with each sob. I shake my head rapidly as my eyes widen – knowing what was about to happen. The two guards behind me took a step closer, but I didn’t care. She was mine and nobody else was allowed to touch her.

               “On your knees,” König’s voice demanded through the speakers. My little mouse didn’t move, and I was partially proud of her while the other part of me was hoping she would obey and not get hurt. The metallic sound of a gun cocking made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up from one of the guards on my left cocking his gun. With every second it took for him to do that and point it at the back of my head, icy chills ran down my spine. “Don’t make me ask again Liebling.”

               My knuckles cracked from the amount of pressure I put on them from his pet name. ‘Darling.’ This tall motherfucker wanted to be like me so bad, but there’s only one Ghost and that’s me. I watched Harley take a deep breath – not wanting to do it, but it stung my heart that she was willing to do whatever to save my life.

               Her shoulders shook from her uncontrollable sobs and my heart broke into a thousand pieces. König kneels behind her and grabs her roughly by the back of her neck – pushing her on all fours. She was wearing a large black shirt – just like she used to wear mine and taunt me with. Her small whimpers and sobs came through the speakers and when the sound of a zipper mixed in with her sobs, my blood ran cold.

               König roughly grabs her hair, jerking her head up to look at me. Her soft pleas would make any mans knees weak, “König please don’t. Don’t do this.”

               My vision was becoming blurring with the picture in front of me I was forced to watch, and my mind blanked out. I couldn’t. They couldn’t do this to me. She was my everything and here I was being forced to watch her with another man. Her screams shook me out of my blank thoughts and disassociation as I fell to my knees. One of my worst nightmares is coming true.

               I watched her as König fucked her from behind and cooed at her. Michael stood off to the side – his eyes darting back and forth between me and the explicit scene before him. Harleys small whimpers hit me like a ton of bricks as I could hear König enjoying every second of this. I couldn’t take it anymore.

               I drop my head, but was soon readjusted when one of the guards walked over to me and forced my head up to look. König was fucking her hard and with each thrust, moans slipped past her lips. Her eyes found mine once again as tears spilled down my face. König pulled out and flipped her over before reentering her harshly. I watch her as her back arches, just like it does for me and a gasp comes out of her mouth.

               “That’s right Liebling. Look at you submitting to me,” König taunts her. I knew it was natural for her body to react this way, but deep down I knew she hated every moment of this. Their wet skin slapping on each other made me want to cut my ears off and never hear another thing ever again.

               “Who do you belong to now?” König asks her and I freeze. I didn’t want her to answer. I couldn’t hear this answer.

               “Si-Simon,” she moans out as our eyes meet. My girl. König asks her a few more questions as he roughly fucks her and her moaning out my name trumps over all of it. She was still mine.

               “You’re so close darling. I can feel it,” I hear König grunt out as his pace picks up. “Who do you belong to now?” he asks her again.

               “You.” Her voice cold and full of hate that sent a spark within me.

               “What’s my name Harley?” he asks her as if he wasn’t satisfied with her answer before. König changes his pace from rough and fast to slow and hard thrusts. Harleys arms fly up to his and squeeze. She was close. I knew that look that was over her face a mile away. I had seen it so many times and it was one of my favorites on her.

               “König,” she whispers out.

               No.

               “Louder,” König demands as he yells it out.

               “König!” her scream sent me into another blank void. All I saw was this black place. No light. No hope – just a dead void.

               “It’s a shame your baby is already in there Lieutenant.” König’s voice bringing me back to the harsh light, “Cause there would definitely be on in there after tonight.” As fast as the rage filled me, it left – and I was calm. Broken, but calm. I slowly look at the man who held my girl in his arms with daggers. Her head slowly looked at me with heavy eyes and I knew she had never seen this look before. It was a look and a feeling that I dared to not ever bring out again. Shit, it even scares me.

               Harleys eyes shut as König turned and walked out the same way her came in. I thank whoever that I was the last thing she was able to see before her eyes closed. The other man behind me walked over and they both lifted me to my feet.

               “You can escort Mr. Riley out of here,” Michael said as he stared at me. Both of the guards had their hands around the upper part of my arms.

               “Oh! And Simon,” he says clicking his tongue, “That will be the last time you will ever lay eyes on her again.” My body stiffened at his words as I watched him turn around and head out where König took Harley.

               The guards forcefully pulled me towards the main entrance of the door, before pushing me through the entrance – making me fall to my knees. The doors shut and I heard the lock click in place. It was dark by this point with no SUV to take me where I needed to go.

               “Price,” I say under my breath.

               “Fucking hell. What the fuck is going on?” Price demands over the earpiece.

               “I-I need you to come get me,” I responded the best I could. Tears filled my eyes yet again and I tried to push the feelings aside and get into the mindset that I needed to be looking for her – and I couldn’t do that with my emotions in the way.

               “Watcher is around the corner. Bravo one and the guys are out,” Price responds before the earpiece went dead.

               Tires rumbling down the road behind me perked my ears. It was a black SUV, like the one I had been escorted in prior. It came to a stop and the driver’s window rolled down. Laswell.

               I walk over to the passenger side of the SUV, get in and drive off into the fucking darkness with two things on my mind.

               König and Michael Gravely.