#last ooc before i lurk again

[abyssin]

forming a bond with childe has always been such an interesting moral dilemma when i think about it like. it's not that childe is mentally unstable, it's that he's as stable as can be & knows where his priorities lie. there is no changing someone who knows what he does is morally incorrect, that he will risk the lives of thousands again if he saw it was necessary. but he is genuinely such a sweet, loyal & nice guy outside of being a fatui, moreso a harbinger. it would be so much easier if he were an adventurer like he hoped he would be as a kid. but you do not change someone like childe, not until he sees the endpoint of the tsaritsa's vision. you can't just tunnel vision into thinking he's a good person with a cause. so i think it's always worth asking: will you accept the 11th harbinger, even when he may put you in harm's way, intentional or not?

[bagofshinyrocks]

Giant Dinosaur

Prompt: For Christmas, you buy your man the giant dinosaur from Kohl's. [Requested by @airghostlyfox]

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: profanity; gaz is ooc but it all felt repetitive

A/N: not super proud of this one, but i hope y'all enjoy it anyway because i thought it was fun :-)

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John Price

It was hard to hide a dinosaur plushy that big. But there was a linen closet you only kept tablecloths and spare towels in, and now a very smooshed dinosaur crammed into the top.

Christmas morning, you wriggled free of John’s death grip on you, muttering something about needing to pee. A few minutes later you slipped back into his arms and kissed him good morning.

He smiled sleepily and nuzzled his face into your neck. “Morning,” he purred, beard tickling you a little.

“Morning, baby. Santa left you something.”

He opened his eyes a little more and looked around. Lurking right behind him, spooning him, was the giant dinosaur.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

John jerked and punched the thing across the room.

“John! What is wrong with you?” You were halfway out of bed to go grab the thing before he tugged you back into his chest and pulled the blankets up again.

“Too early for presents, luvie. Not until 9 AM. Need more kisses.”

You didn’t have any real desire to protest with your lover’s mouth already against yours and his arms squeezing you close.

The dinosaur lay on the floor for a while, before John finally allowed him to sit on the bed during the day. Though that bad boy would get punted once it was time for bed. Poor guy :-(

Simon Riley

He found it before Christmas morning. On the hunt in the guest bathroom for some spare shaving cream containers, he pulled aside the shower curtain and hollered.

You came running from the bedroom.

“Simon! Simon, what’s wrong?”

You collided into him as he came out of the bathroom. Strong hands gripped your shoulders and he took a deep breath.

“Why is there a giant fuckin’ stuffed Grinch in the shower?”

You blinked. Then groaned in defeat.

“Aw, damn.” You squeezed past him and plucked the stuffie up. “He’s a dinosaur, Simon.” A little scratch to the plushie’s chin. “And part of your Christmas present.”

“No.”

“It’s only part of your present, Si. You’ve got other goodies waiting.”

He took it from you and gave it a shake. Nothing inside made a noise, so he started squeezing its limbs, its stomach, its face. You looked on, smiling. That wasn’t the usual way of playing with a stuffed animal, but it’s cute.

You must have said that last bit aloud because he fixed you with a withering glare and suddenly you had a mouthful of dinosaur fluff.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle got home the morning of Christmas Day. Well, technically morning, as it was 3 AM.

You picked him up at the airport and welcomed him with a bear hug and several kisses. He was exhausted. Eyes barely open, face buried into your neck. If he were still a little kid, you would have carried him and strapped him into his car seat.

You walked arm-in-arm back to the car, chatting about your plans for the afternoon, all the food you’ve been making, and that Santa had already dropped off his presents.

“Oh, boy, I can’t wait to see what I got.”

“I brought part of it with me.”

Kyle grinned and immediately tugged at the waist band of your clothes, seeing if your undergarments were the present. You scoffed and gave his nose a gentle flick.

You opened the trunk of the car and helped him load his gear in. Sitting in the passenger seat, he saw a large, fluffy, green shape.

“Wha’s that?”

“For you!”

He all but skipped to the passenger seat and laughed at the dinosaur strapped in. Unclicked the seatbelt, scooped him up, and traded spots. You sat in the driver’s seat and gladly accepted all the happy kisses he gave you.

“Thank you, baby, this is very sweet.”

The first ten minutes of the drive home was filled with him saying thank you and leaning over to give you a kiss.

The rest of it was him sleeping on the dinosaur, quiet snores and the same death grip he gave you around the mass of green fluff.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny burst out laughing when he looked at the mass of wrapping paper next to the tree.

“Steamin’ bloody- What the shit?”

You tried so hard not to laugh as you told him to go ahead and open it. He tore it open like the dinosaur was suffocating and smacked it on the ground. Chest compressions, mouth-to-mouth. Then slapping its face and begging it to wake up.

You may have peed yourself a little bit at his shennanigans.

And it got so much worse, as he decided the giant dinosaur was a punching bag or sparring mannequin. He called it “Boss” and treated him like his number one enemy.

Whenever you put Boss on the couch, Johnny would take a running start and body slam it off. Tuck Boss into bed, and he’d driving-elbow-drop on the motherfucker and the bounce would almost launch you off the mattress. The dino never fought back, but you sure did.

“Fucking launch me like that again, I dare you.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You will be living in the barracks and Boss will get your side of the bed and the sink.”He took more care in reducing collateral damage when attacking Boss, and you got really good at repairing that dinosaur. You didn’t want Johnny to know he was being too rough. Or for him to stop. It was Penelope and her shroud, you and that stupid fucking dinosaur.

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Posted: 2024 January 2

[https-furina]

okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

© https-heizou 2023.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Rudra headcanons with Tanjiro!fem!reader

warnings: anime/manga spoilers, ooc, violence

Here it is guys, my collaboration work @deathmetalunicorn1.  Definitely go check out their blog, they are an incredible writer and deserve lots of love! @praisethesuuun I really hope you will like this piece as I know how much you adore this big guy :) With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy! :)

You rested your hand against a tree, panting softly as you wiped a small bead of sweat from your brow, having been hiking in these mountains for almost two hours, the blue-hazy skies darkening to nighttime. If it weren’t for the full moon tonight, traveling through here would be a lot more difficult. Thankfully Nezuko was sleeping soundly in her box that was strapped on your back, not stirring by your uneven steps as you resumed the ascension to a high peak in the Hindu pantheon.

Although you had done your best to persuade the Hashira and Lord Ubuyashiki in the trial that Nezuko would not attack humans, Lord Hades was not convinced. He will, however, grant you an opportunity to prove yourself as an unofficial member of the Demon Slayer Corps. This is the mission you and Nezuko were currently undertaking: investigate reported sightings of demons, and if able, eradicate them. They were supposedly hiding within this very mountain range, targeting the gods in the Hindu pantheon to test their strength and devour their opponent’s divine flesh. 

Hades left the decision up in the air if you think you could handle the demon, which did make you feel a little hopeful. He was starting to trust you a bit more after you completed your last few missions. That’s good, right? It had to be. If that wasn’t the case, you’d still be at the Butterfly Mansion, anxiously waiting for your next assignment. 

You reached a clearing near some rocks when a cacophony of sounds reached your ears; the sound of bones breaking, blows being landed, and yelling. Your eyes widened in horror before quickening your pace, breaking into a sprint as the noise got louder in the northwest direction. You zigzagged through the juniper trees, narrowly dodging the branches, never slowing down till you saw a four-armed, tattooed deity exchanging fists with a drooling, pale demon. The other two were sneaking in the shadows, ready to pounce for a sneak attack. 

If it wasn’t the sight of a god trying to take on three demons did not shock you, it was the sight that they, and you, were standing in a field of bright red spider lilies. Blue ones bloomed right in the center, where the fighting was taking place. Some of the petals were missing, other flowers were uprooted entirely, meaning  that these demons must have eaten the blue spider lilies to gain an energy boost and an immunity to the sunlight. 

They had to be destroyed, now. 

You quickly drew your sword. “Get down!!” Inhaling sharply through your teeth and catapulting into the air, the tip of the flaming nichirin blade slicing through the surrounding trees, the invisible threat, and finally, decapitating the lurking demons. You landed in front of the deity, who looked quite shocked at seeing someone rescuing him. 

Perhaps gods aren’t used to being helped when they’ve done all the helping. 

The third demon snarled as his amber orbs glared darkly at you. “Do not interfere, Demon Slayer!”

You shifted your feet, ready to attack when suddenly the weight on your back shifted, causing you to jostle more to the right as you felt Nezuko’s foot slam the box open…just to see your adorable little sister leap out and attack a fourth demon that you hadn’t seen nor sensed. They must be getting smarter at concealing their scent! 

While Nezuko handled that one, you dealt with the other demon, attacking it first with the Hinogami Kagura. You could trust Nezuko to fight against a demon…she’s proven to you time and time again that she isn’t weak; she’s strong, stronger than anyone you’ve ever known. Because of that strength, that will, she didn’t give into the hunger nor succumb to Muzan’s control. 

Once both demons were dispatched, your tense shoulders relaxed as you carefully sheathed the black blade back into its scabbard. You swiveled your gaze to the deity, seeing that he was siting against one of the trees and clutching his side.  Unknotting the dark purple pouch from your belt on the left side, you raced over to him and began pulling out gauze, medicinal oils, and a few other things Shinobu gave to you before leaving the Butterfly Mansion for this mission. 

“Are you all right? Are you in any pain? Do you feel dizzy, nauseous? Did any of the demons scratch you?” You fired question after question as your hands opened the jar of oil for bruising and pain relief,  praying that he had not been poisoned. He didn’t seem to be showing any symptoms, but should you have Nezuko use her Blood Demon Art to purify the toxins that might still be in his system?

He was silent for a moment before he quickly answered. “No, they just tried to overwhelm me with a barrage of punches, though one of them did get close to scratching me. No dizziness, don’t feel sick either. Would…something happen if they did scratch me?”

You nodded, carefully spreading the peppermint-scented oil into his skin, muttering an apology as he flinched. “You would have been poisoned, and there would be purple spots all over your skin by now, followed by difficulty breathing and heart beating rapidly,” You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m so glad I made it in time before things got worse!”

Nezuko hummed in agreement, extending a clawed hand and giving him a pat on the head. The deity blinked before he gave you a grin. “Thank you, both of you. I had no idea those…demons would be all the way up here. One moment I was training, then the next, I was going toe-to-toe with them!”

“Did any of them eat those blue flowers over there?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah. Two, maybe all four? Sorry, everything happened so fast-”

“No need to apologize!” You quickly reassured him. “I just need to document what happened here and send it back with my lord’s crow to headquarters. Would you mind giving a statement?”

“No, of course not. Whatever you need.” 

You beamed. “Thank you!” Now that the oil was rubbed thoroughly into his skin, you made quick work with wrapping the gauze around his stomach and the bruised areas. Once it was secure but not too tight, Hades’ majestic and very large crow landed by your feet, cawing. Around its neck was a scroll. 

 Pulling out an ink stone and brush from a compartment on the top part inside Nezuko’s box, you poured some of the water from your leather canteen (another gift from Shinobu, she’s so thoughtful! And it’s from a foreign country too!) into the ink stone. 

Carefully rubbing the ink stick up and down, a small puddle of obsidian ink appeared in the center of the stone. Grabbing the pen and carefully removing the scroll from the crow’s neck, you wrote in great detail what had happened here, including Rudra’s account of the events and the discovery of the blue spider lilies. Lord Hades valued reports that were detailed but not too long or unrelated to the mission. 

At least your calligraphy was getting better!

Once you were satisfied with the report, you placed the rolled up scroll back around the crow’s neck and watched it flight, disappearing into the night skies. Turning your attention to Rudra, you almost laughed at seeing Nezuko sitting in his lap, curiously playing with his hands. 

“I don’t want to be rude, but why would a bunch of flowers like these…blue spider lilies, be so important to demons? As I recalled, they gain their strength by eating human flesh.”

You nodded, collecting the medical supplies and putting them back in the pouch. “And you’re absolutely correct, Lord Rudra. Human flesh does increase their abilities, including physical strength. But when a blue spider lily is consumed by a demon, it grants them the ability to withstand the sunlight. They’re…nocturnal? That’s what Aoi and Kanao told me.” You thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that’s it. They’re active at night, but if they can’t find shade once the sun comes up…they’re as good as dead. They burn up, catch on fire.” 

Rudra released a low whistle. “No wonder they were pissed when they saw me near them. They must’ve thought I’d try to take them or something. So…you’re a Demon Slayer. I’ve heard about you guys…but does this sort of thing…happen all of the time?” He asked, gesturing his hands to the area around the three of you. 

Smiling sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. 

“Not always. Most of my missions are reconnaissance and information gathering, like this one should have been, but there’s no predictable pattern when it  comes to a demon’s behavior. Still, at least I know for certain that the blue spider lily does exist…whether it will make Nezuko a human again or speed up her demonic transformation is another question.” You frowned sadly, looking down at the blue flower in your hand. “I’m beginning to think it’s more of the latter, unfortunately. Those demons were definitely stronger than ones I’ve encountered so far, and I think it’s because of this plant. Shinobu might know more when I show her some samples. I’ll collect some more to bring back. I hate to ask, but may you make sure she stays with you and not go near me as I collect them, just in case?”

Rudra nodded. He didn’t see much of a problem with entertaining the little one while you did your task. She was adorable, and seemed to love swinging off his biceps. You quickly plucked several of them, carefully storing them in a pouch and tied it to your hip, securing the string near your sword. Nezuko took a little persuasion to get inside her box, pouting as she did not want to stop playing with Rudra yet. 

Now that the mission was completed and the report received by Lord Hades, it was time to rest at a village before making the journey back to the headquarters. Rudra immediately offered to escort the two of you to the nearest one; he knew this mountain range like the back of his hands, so it would be much faster to find shelter before it grew dark. You beamed at him, profusely thanking him as you adjusted the box’s straps on your shoulders. 

The three of you walked through the rocky, uneven terrain, carefully steadying your feet and minding your balance when it got too steep. Rudra helped you along the way, his hands gentle on your exhausted body as the adrenaline finished pumping through your blood after the fight. The three of you eventually took shelter in a cave. You insisted that the two of you switch shifts in case an animal or another demon came by. This way you could keep patching up his wounds with the herbs you brought with you, at Shinobu’s insistence. Rudra tried to resist, saying as a god he’ll heal by dawn, but you had yet to see a deity recover from a demon’s attack. 

For tonight, at least let you take care of him. That was when Rudra gave in but you did not know why his face was slightly red. It didn’t feel hot in the cave at all. You shrugged it off and changed the bandages, pressing the herbs into the mouth of the wound before settling in a corner of the cave with Nezuko’s box by your side. Rudra offered to take the first watch. You gladly complied with his insistence to sleep first. 

Thankfully, not a single creature came to the cave even between the four hour shifts between you and Rudra. By dawn, you roasted some wild berries and fish that Rudra found, and resumed the journey.  Five days later, just when the sun had gone down, you had reached the foot of the mountain where the village was located. Hopefully, there would be a gate that you could pass through instead of taking an airship. 

The supreme gods were the only ones allowed to pass through the fractured Bifrost gate while the other pantheon deities would use the normal gates that can teleport them wherever they needed to go. Mortal souls, however, had to use mechanical airships. 

Demon Slayers were allowed to pass through the gates that the other gods used with an authorized Wisteria Pass. The Hashira and their successors would use the Iridescent Pass when traveling between Valhalla and Helheim to patrol the Bifrost. In your case, however, you were given a temporary Butterfly Pass since you were an ‘unofficial’ member of the organization. You’d get the Wisteria Pass once you proved to Lord Hades that Nezuko would never harm a human. 

Mechanical airships wouldn’t have bothered you so much if it weren’t for the steep price or how the scent of the smoke and oily gears made you nauseous. It was better to take your chances with the Butterfly Pass and travel on foot. 

You were a bit sad to part ways with Rudra, as he had been nothing but kind to you and Nezuko. He had healed properly as he said he would, so he wouldn’t run into any more trouble with demons any time soon. But your work is finished here. Time to go somewhere new. 

You bowed to the god, and Nezuko gave him a big hug before rushing towards the gate. He smiled, waving good-bye and watching as the two of you disappeared behind the gate in a swirl of blue light. 

What you didn’t realize is that Rudra felt the same. He didn’t want you to leave as he wanted to get to know you a bit more, though he understood that everything you were doing was for Nezuko. You wanted your little sister to become human again, and if working for the Demon Slayer Corps could provide any information on a cure, you’d take it in a heartbeat. Shaking his head, Rudra departed the village. Since he was in the area, might as well visit Shiva. It had been a while since the two of them had talked. 

But that bastard was laughing his ass off by the time he finished his story about what happened in the mountains. Rudra frowned, crossing his arms as he sat across from his old friend. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah! Not only were ya saved by a mortal woman workin’ under Hades from some demons, ya even got a little crush on her? C’mon, it’s almost cute!” Shiva exclaimed, leaning back against his large pillow. His wives, all three of them, giggled in agreement with knowing eyes as they sat around the god of creation and destruction. 

“And you’re not even bothered by the fact these flowers that can increase a demon’s strength is growing here -“

“Rudra, if it were really a problem as ya make it out to be, I would have handled it a while ago with or without Hades’ consent.” Shiva interrupted. “ ‘Sides, you and your Demon Slayer know where they are, right?  That organization will do its job. All I can do is watch, then I’ll intervene if things get too dicey or Hades doesn’t do his job.”

…Dammit, Shiva got him there. Shaking his head, Rudra chatted with everyone for a little longer before he turned in for the night. Shiva insisted since he’d been long overdue for a visit that included alcohol and a good brawl with the other gods. 

The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. By morning, the tempest god was wandering again yet his thoughts kept straying to the image of a swordswoman and her little sister, vanquishing demons and saving lives wherever they went. 

For their sake, he hoped that Nezuko would become a human again. 

Several months later, Rudra was traveling through the jurisdiction under Indra’s protection when he stepped into a derelict village. Wooden buildings possessed large, gaping holes in them or laid on the ground, their foundations utterly destroyed. Men, women, and children wept over small stone mounds as others were scurrying out of the village with their belongings strapped to their backs. He was shocked. He’s known some belligerent deities in the Svarga, but none were stupid enough to launch an attack like this ever since Shiva ascended as pantheon leader! 

Who was responsible? What happened here?

In between helping the grateful villagers with moving some of the larger structures and cheering up the children, he asked around. All he got was the same story:

“Believe me, if Lord Indra were here, none of this would have happened. But because he had been in a battle recently, he is still recovering at the temple. It had been like any other evening, quiet and uneventful when an old man with a large lump on top of his head came here, seeking to know the location of a ‘blue spider lily’. He was crying…and shaking too, as if he didn’t even want to be here!” A woman snapped, her blue orbs narrowed and face bright red with tear streaks. “We said we didn’t know anything about it, and then all of a sudden his body morphed…no, he split up his body into four, five individuals! Each of them were powerful, sadistic, and showed no mercy when we told him the truth about that flower!”

“Yeah, he couldn’t have been a god, and not a mortal like us!” The little boy by her side exclaimed, clutching a wooden toy sword in his hand. “But when the winged one with yellow eyes tried to use another attack from his mouth, he got kicked by a girl with a muzzle in her mouth! She was super strong, and my age too! There were two others with her, pretty ladies! One with dark red hair, and the other had braids, her hair was pink and green. Pink and green!” He emphasized. “Oh, and a rude guy too!” 

Rudra’s eyes instantly widened. He knew exactly who the mother and son were talking about, and his heart began to pound against his rib cage. “What happened to them?”

Another older woman spoke up, her gaze low and gravelly voice wavering. “The young lass with dark red hair and the boy did their best to protect us, trying to evacuate us before things got worse. They fought against those monsters, all of them…yet even though they defeated them…they did not leave the battle unscathed. The lass and the little girl were taken by the young maiden with green and pink hair and the boy to a place called the Butterfly Mansion. Last I heard, their condition was not good.” 

Rudra thanked them profusely for the information and took off, promising to inform the other gods what happened and to send help as soon as possible. 

Shiva was understandably furious about the whole situation, and yes, he had been made aware of it before Rudra stepped foot in the Little Palace. He’d already spoken to Lord Hades of the Greek Pantheon; suppliers, builders, and the Demon Slayer’s kakushi were en route to provide relief and support to the village. 

He was going to tease the shit out of Rudra when his friend asked him about the Butterfly Mansion but wisely kept his mouth shut under Paravati’s infamous, withering ‘look’. The one that clearly says don’t even think about being snarky with him, this is not the time nor the place. So being the good husband and friend that he is, Shiva complied and told Rudra everything he needed to know.

Durga might the feisty one, but Paravati was not one to piss off if he wanted to get laid tonight. 

As per the namesake, the Butterfly Mansion was a modest Japanese estate affiliated with the Demon Slayer Corps as a recovery base for the soldiers. Its master, Lady Kocho, was both a beautiful and intimidating human woman even in Rudra’s perspective. 

Dark purple hair pulled back and held together with a butterfly-shaped barrette, a butterfly-winged haori draped over the standard Demon Slayer uniform. She smiled politely, welcoming him to the estate as they walked down the hallway to the medical wing. If it weren’t for her eyes being closed or her back facing him, the deity was pretty sure that his hostess would rather throw him out than allow any guests to visit critically injured patients. 

But Lord Ubuyashiki, whom Rudra presumed is Lady Kocho’s superior, granted him permission so long as he did not bother the child. 

Nezuko was the one who greeted him first as soon as Lady Kocho slid the door open, leaping into his arms with a big smile. Rudra was quick to catch the little one, his lower arms gently holding her while his upper left hand patted the top of her head. Nezuko seemed all right…but what about [First Name]? 

Rudra felt someone staring at him, and saw that it was Lady Kocho. She seemed…very surprised that Nezuko greeted him so warmly, before her smile softened. 

“You may stay here until as long as you like, but please do not touch [First Name]. I don’t want any of her wounds opening up again.” The threat in her voice was subtle, and Rudra understood very clearly what would happen if he didn’t obey her. He thanked her again, stepping inside the medical wing with Nezuko. Lady Kocho closed the door behind them with a soft ‘chink’. 

The tattooed deity froze upon seeing you tucked under the sheets of the third cot on the right side, fast sleep. Your long dark red hair was splayed out against the pillow, your right leg in a cast and your right arm was hooked up to an IV. Bandages covered your jaw, left hand, and forehead. 

You looked like shit, but you were alive.

His heart like it had shattered into tiny fragments and reassembled all at once, stomach doing acrobats and his hands trembling even as Nezuko led him to one side of the bed. She then climbed into his lap, being careful not to jostle the mattress too much.

Seeing you in a fragile state cruelly reminded Rudra that you were not invincible, despite the power you possessed. You were a mortal, and he was a god. Injuries that would take a mere week to heal was a three to five month period for you. How could he have been so foolish to think otherwise? He should’ve been here, protecting you and Nezuko. 

But that was then…this is now. There is nothing he could do except make sure Nezuko did not get into too much mischief and no one disturbed your rest. He had been planning on leaving again once he was sure you were all right…but it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here until you woke up, would it?

He had something he wanted to ask you. Something very important. But he was a patient man; if he could put up with Shiva’s chaotic antics for thousands of years, he could wait until his precious Demon Slayer was conscious again. 

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[riririnnnn]

(ooc... i guess??) what's the relevant lore for the aiku kidnappings 🧍‍♂️ is everything under the girlfriend fc tag fair game or are the movies and interviews in a different timeline

Ah, you are a brave one, aren't you? Not many ask this question for they are scared what might be the consequences. If you still wish to continue, then you are welcome. Please make yourself comfortable in my humble abode.

I must warn you again, proceed with caution.

If you are still willing to know everything, then please follow me.

The root of this nightmare was born when @soleilonthesun broke up with Aiku Oliver and left him all alone. Sources say that it wasn't, particularly, a messy break up and both the involved parties did walk away in peace. However, the credibility of this statement is still quite debatable considering that it is believed to be the starting point of everything.

Whereabouts of Aiku after the break up is not completely clear. Some sources say that he was seen in clubs with exotic dancers while some say that he was seen in a café all alone. Nevertheless, it is confirmed that he was last seen inside his apartment complex about two days prior to the first kidnapping after which he was never seen near that building.

The first kidnapping happened on XX, XX, 20XX and the first victim's name is @riririnnnn. She was an attacking midfielder for Girlfriend FC and resided in the dorms with other members of the same team.

The victim had, supposedly, complained to her twin, @bueris, about a shadow figure lurking near her window during nighttime and feeling a strange sensation of someone watching her as she slept. The complaints were then directed to the manager, @licoririce, but no further actions were taken thinking it to be just a figment of imagination. Besides, dozens of CCTV cameras and motion sensor detectors are fitted all around the dorm's outside.

Then came the night.

@riririnnnn felt a bit drowsy and her poor performance was noted by the coach, @marcsnuffy, too. She was advised to get some rest and was sent back to the dorms before the nightly practices ended.

And when she reached her room, she saw it again, she saw the shadow figure on the window again, but this time, it had a face.

"Open up," the face demanded.

"I won't hurt you," the face promised with a sickening grin.

"Open up," the voice sounded more stern.

Fear took a hold of her whole body as she shakingly picked up her phone and dialed the number of @soleilonthesun.

And when she heard the calming voice on the other side of the phone, adrenaline shot up her spine and she ran out of her room.

In panic, she begged and begged, "Soleil, please, please help me. Please come and help me."

Her whimpers were sharply followed by a loud glass breaking noise before the phone went dead on her side.

The members who were still on the field practicing, heard a sharp, shrill scream echoing from the dorms.

Her twin, @bueris, was the first to recognise the agonising screech and without a second delay, she ran towards the source.

However, by the time anyone reached the site, @riririnnnn had vanished.

Nothing beside a note saying, "Catch me if you can, Girlfriend FC," was found.

The next kidnapping happened on XX, XX, 20XX and the second victim is @luvingshidou. She played on the offense side for Girlfriend FC and was coming back to Earth from her solo trip to the Moon.

Everything was a smooth sailing and she was reporting her well being hourly when a signal to the control centre was sent saying, "Guys, I think I'm not alone.."

The message, obviously, evoked concerns. Radars and satellite images were thoroughly rechecked yet nothing was found.. until, a white, blurry speck came into light which had gone unnoticed earlier.

The information was quickly passed onto @luvingshidou, but sadly, it was too late.

All the connections were severed already. No signal couldn't be transmitted and neither could be received.

Panic ensued.

Back in the spacecraft, the member of Girlfriend FC was desperately scrounging the control panel of her spaceship. She tried everything. She turned on and off the switches. She rewired the cables. She dismantled and reassembled the talking devices, yet, nothing worked.

And then suddenly, a faint noise was heard.

Bang

She stopped her movements altogether.

Bang

The noise came from.. outside.

Bang

The frequency increased.

Bang Bang Bang

Her blood froze as her finger rapidly clicked on the emergency button.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

And just like that, @luvingshidou had vanished in the cislunar space.

One single message was received back on Earth's radars, "Help."

And another note was found right outside the control centre's building, "Catch me if you can, Girlfriend FC."

The next kidnapping happened on XX, XX, 20XX and the third victim is @hooudie212. She was one of the main members among the reserved players of Girlfriend FC, and unlike the previous victims, she was actually able to catch the culprit.

Remember the CCTV cameras and motion detectors mentioned earlier? So, through those records, she piled up a clear sketch and was the first and only one to identify the culprit's name: Aiku Oliver.

It didn't take her much more time and within three days, she caught Aiku with a meticulous trap.

Aiku was questioned by her for days. He was kept in isolation and when needed, was given dosage of shocks too. However, he didn't utter a single word about the kidnapped victims. He kept his mouth sealed shut. Nevertheless, everyone was a bit relieved to know that, at least, there wouldn't be any more kidnappings.

...

And then the day came.

@hooudie212 took a short leave from her afternoon practice to go and check up on Aiku. According to @someprettyname, the other member looked a bit anxious and when asked, she simply replied, "I don't feel good. My gut feeling doesn't feel good."

Back in the prison maintained by Girlfriend FC, @hooudie212 found all the answer she needed.

He had escaped.

Aiku had escaped.

Her feet anxiously tapped the floor as she muttered, "This can't be.. this can't be.." over and over.

Her foolproof plan couldn't be defeated. There were no way it was possible.

"No, no," her voice mumbled in disbelief.

And then..

Thud

Heavy footsteps echoed behind her.

Thud

The sound grew louder.

Thud

Her guts screamed at her to run, to move, to get away.

Thud

But she stayed paralysed.

Thud

And she was never seen again. @hooudie212 had vanished.

This time, however, the culprit left a different kind of note. The next victims were already hinted. It didn't take much to decipher the code and the said members were kept in high security.

The next kidnapping happened on XX, XX, 20XX and there were more than one victim.. with an unexpected twist to whatever we knew.

First and the alleged main victim of that night is @cyberbluee. She is the right midfielder for Girlfriend FC and is one of the top gamers in whole wide world.

She was one of the members who were hinted by the note left in the previous crime scene. As soon as her name came up, she was transferred from the Girlfriend FC dorms to a higher security zone. She was guarded 24/7 by a special task force provided by the academy. Her practice times were cut short for her safety too.

Having nothing much to do, she spent her days playing games. She broke and made many records on various competitive games and that was when she received a message from a fellow gamer.

The gamer wasn't unknown to her. He usually stayed close by her in the leaderboards, but they both never knew eachother personally.

And just like that, she gained a new friend who was surprisingly, very charming.

However, a small tragedy struck when her fellow gamer friend stopped coming online. She would stare at his profile, re-read their exchanged messages and would leave texts just in case he received notifications, but nothing seemed to work.

Then, one day, someone knocked on her door.

And that was.. weird.

Knocking on her door wasn't weird, but the knock was always followed by a secret code which proved that the person behind the door is either a member of Girlfriend FC or a member of the special task force.

Knock knock

The noise repeated.

Knock knock

Again.

Knock knock

And again.

She was about to reach for the door when..

Ding!

Something popped up on her computer screen and what she saw made her face pale.

Knock Knock

The screen displayed a man knocking on a door.

Knock knock

The screen displayed a man knocking on her door.

Knock knock

She knew those neon green coloured hairs.

Knock knock

Everything on the internet is connected, after all.

Knock knock

@cyberbluee vanished after that.

Sirens blared inside the tight security building and the Girlfriend FC dorms. All the members and the officials rushed into the scene..

..except @satosuguhastakenovermylife and @getosugurusbangs.

More panic ensued.

Everyone searched for them. Their names were called out in every corner until..

"hihihihi"

A sinister laugh caught everyone's attention.

"This is so fun!"

The same voice squealed ominously.

"hihihihi"

"This is so fun!"

"hihihihi"

"This is so fun!"

That wicked voice repeated over and over like a record.

Everyone followed the source and soon reached a big, empty room.

"hihihihi"

"This is so fun!"

A vinyl record spun round and round on a record player in the middle of the room.

"hihihihi"

"This is so fun!"

"hihihi— huh?"

"That was quick. Tch. You ruined the fun!"

BOOM!!

The record player exploded and covered the whole room with a thick blanket of white smoke.

Everyone coughed and waved their arms to clear their vision of sight, and when it did, everyone's voice caught up in their throat.

A big poster of a hooded figure now hung in front of them on the walls.

Nothing else was found except an unspoken conclusion that there is someone else other than Aiku.

-----------------------------------------

And that, brave one, is all I can provide you with.

Now that you know it all, please be careful.

Do not trust anyone. Do not stray from your path.

Do not accept a helping hand and do not look out the window.

The next victim could be anyone.

And there will be more than one.

Stay alert, Girlfriend FC.

[c0smic-coral]

Closure, aka the real last post about #a scandal in tumblr

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Despite having blocked both of them and determined to stay out of the drama from not long before consultjohnwatson made the split public, I have been lurking on both consult-sherlockholmes and consultjohnwatson. This was just me wanting everything to be okay.

I guess I just wanna piece together the unfortunate piece I was involved in, despite my involvement in the roleplay being very brief. I know I talked about it in my last post about the situation, but now that it’s been quite some time since the split went public, I’d like to share it again.

On February 21st (I think), consultjohnwatson reblogged my well-loved mustache post and gave me advice about my cold that I was having, hence the tag for the posts on this blog, #☕️🍯🔎 . After a few days, I also got in contact with consult-sherlockholmes, awkwardly saying hello and soon becoming mutuals for a short time. I ended up starting a sideblog to keep the reblogs from cluttering up my main, not unlike what ended up happening with the papa-terzo-emeritus roleplay, which I am also no longer a part of. I may discuss that another time.

Now, here’s the part I feel terribly guilty about. 

I am aware that this split was planned, but I feel, if I hadn’t been involved, it would have been a lot less messy. Why?

Because I was the one who told consultjohnwatson that consult-sherlockholmes got in criminalisticonsultant’s car. 

Even though I know now that this split was a long time coming, I still feel sort of guilty about this. The split was messy because of Moriarty’s involvement, and that aspect wouldn’t have come to light if not for my actions. I know he may have seen the posts on his own, so I shouldn’t beating myself up over this, and I wouldn’t even be writing this post if I didn’t feel terrible over the fact that it’s been almost a month since this happened and people are still talking about it.

I guess criminalisticonsultant was right. I don’t know what’s good for me.

I believe most of us were unaware how OOC this thing really was, so I had no idea what was really happening until consultjohnwatson messaged me to take down a post I made after the “replacement” drama went down. I genuinely had no idea about the split until this moment. I had my theories when when consultjohnwatson answered the other Sherlock’s ask, but I didn’t want to believe that. I wanted to believe this was all part of the roleplay. consultjohnwatson told me about the split and that consult-sherlockholmes was aware of this, something that shocked me because only minutes earlier, consult-sherlockholmes had reached out to me for help, in-character I assume, though with her it was hard to tell. Even now I’m not sure. She had told me to not tell consultjohnwatson about our messages, a direction I did not obey. I tried to explain to consult-sherlockholmes that consultjohnwatson wanted to split, she claimed to not know about this and to not trust consultjohnwatson and to stay.

At this point, I was like, “fuck this shit, I’m done”.

I told consult-sherlockholmes that I wasn’t doing this anymore, which was met with more begging which, frankly, felt like blackmail. My final decision was to block both of them (and criminalisticonsultant), delete my sideblog and every post and reblog made on my main prior to the sideblog’s creation and finish it off with one last post.

Clearly, now it’s two last posts.

In those messages, consult-sherlockholmes said this felt like a divorce, and that feeling I see goes both ways. Three years those two did this together, and I got there just in time to watch it all end and have a very unfortunate experience. I felt terrible after all was said and done. I felt sort of sick. I felt very much manipulated. I thought everything was going to work out, and I thought wrong. The worst part? I sort of forgot this was pretend, especially after the now-deleted 16 Personalities post, which if you don’t know, consult-sherlockholmes, who was my mutual by this point, reblogged it. In my post, I ended up comparing myself to Sherlock, and I suppose for a moment I forgot this was a roleplay and I felt like Sherlock Holmes was actually telling me I have potential. This fact only made the reality a lot harder to swallow.

So where do I stand on this now?

consultjohnwatson.

consultjohnwatson has my full support. I believe that the reason for the split is totally valid. Two people should be on the same page when working together, not struggling to see eye to eye. Hell, that ended up translating to the actual roleplay. I do agree with consultjohnwatson that replying to the other Sherlock was a poor decision, and keeping the fact that this was an OOC issue out of conversation for as long as it was was probably not the best.

consult-sherlockholmes is being extremely immature about this. I do understand her frustration with the post where she asked consultjohnwatson and atamh (Mycroft) to stop tagging her despite the split, but the Ides of March post was a little far. Even though she tagged nobody to it (I did see the #john watson), it was absolutely passive-aggressive.

Anyways, that’s all I have to say about this. I try to put this out of my mind, but it sure is hard to. I hope consult-sherlockholmes is able to move on. I hope all of you who have decided to continue with Sherlock roleplays do. Cheers to y’all, and thank you for the tea with honey.

[rosysins]

OOC.

slight vent and update on irl situation ;;w;; !

So - as some of you may know my mom had passed last year in November 2022 due to ovarian cancer. That in itself, is another story of its own that I’m working through with my student psychologist right now. 

However, there is a lot of inner family turmoil thats a result of my mother’s death and it just seems like it snowballed since February of this year. If you guys wanna know the full situation go on ahead and continue or if you guys just want to listen to drama haha XD. I’m already broken beyond belief right now and its taking everything in my willpower to not just hibernate. 

- My family and I are muslims, but my mother was a convert. She was originally from a Catholic family and converted to marry my father. Because of this, my maternal family may not be aware of the customs surrounding islamic funerals and burials. One such custom, is that the belongings of the deceased must be given to family members or donated to people in need. My maternal family - particularly my grandmother, kept stalling and begged my father to wait/to not donate them yet. It wasn’t later that my father realized my grandmother was redistributing the items to her friends and people she knew (because she hates donating to people in need). My father donated all of my mother’s items without telling anyone and it caused my grandmother to freak out. 

- My father started dating again in January 2023 and ‘formally’ married in the end of January (the actual wedding happened in March - he never told me at all about this). My maternal family found out the same time they found out my father had donated all of my mom’s clothes, so they came to the conclusion that the ‘other woman’ was trying to actively throw out everything about my mom and replace her. They’ve turned my useless autistic older brother against my father and step mom.  - The family are continuing to feud over this and are actively pulling me into their messes as mediator, even though I was quite literally still grieving and trying to balance law school all the same. 

- And while thats all happening + on top of school stress and living situation abroad, shortly before I got back home to Indonesia, my step mom and dad kept hinting at me that they have something very important to tell me and that I should mentally get ready for it even though I was already mentally exhausted from all the other shit happening. 

- The thing they wanted to tell me about was one of my mom’s dying regret. That all this time my young cousin (who I actually call younger sister because we were raised very closely) turns out to be my actual younger sister. Her parents - Catholic sister from my mom’s side - couldn’t conceive so they, together with the same grandmother causing a fuss,  pressured my mom all those years ago to allow them to adopt one of her kids. Originally, they wanted to choose me, but I was already old enough to recognize who my parents were. So they ended up adopting my younger sister. My father wanted to tell her as soon as possible because it was my mother’s dying wish but her parents adamantly refused (despite the fact that they watched as my younger sister sobbed over my mom’s body, thinking the entire time it was her aunt) and right now, we’re working for a way for my sister to be able to meet my dad privately without their intervention so he could tell it all to her clearly. 

Yeah my life... I have no idea why it took this k-drama ass turn but I guess this is a good reason why I have never liked K-drama. So yeah! :’’DDD I tend to lurk and enjoy reading your RP threads! But damn, this was already too much for me and I just needed to scream into the void about whats happening in my life. I’m gonna adopt a cat once I get back to the Netherlands and no one can fucking stop me. 

I hope wherever you guys are, you’re doing a lot better than I am! 

[runeyseason]

hello! i saw your ad while lurking around tumblr and just wanted to know more about your group and how it works! I’ve never written on a forum before, so I’m a little unsure of how it works

Hi! :D thank you for your interest in Runey Season!

i'd be happy to explain how forum RP works :] or at least how it works for us! Let me put this under a readmore since I'd like to make it a full walkthrough on how the forum works from start to finish with picture examples.

STEP 1: SETUP.

This involves signing up with us by reserving a character you're interested in through sending an ask to the blog here! (For existing members looking to multimuse, I also accept DMs on the forum & Discord messages from people in the Optional Server.)

Once a character is reserved, then you make an account on the forum.

That's through the "Register" button on the top bar!

This requires:

An email address

A password

A name (this will be your character's name!)

A birthday (preferably, your character's birthday so that it shows up on our event calendar!)

It also asks for a username! Plenty of members just use their character name, some (our Kyle, Arthur, Felicity, & Lynette) used their tumblr URLs, some people think something up (ex. princesspoint for Frey, clumsymaidenofmusic for Lily)... It doesn't matter what you put! The username is pretty much solely used for tagging purposes.

Once you're signed up, I'll get a notification that we have a new member pending approval! Once I see who it is, I'll approve you for posting right away; this is just in place to prevent botting, since I've seen forums with open member / posting freedom get overrun by bots. </3

STEP 2: SETUP AGAIN (ON THE FORUM THIS TIME)

Once your account is approved & you're allowed into your account, you'll have access to your profile! This is accessible from the button second to the right on the top bar.

The "Edit Profile" menu has several tab options, with the most important ones being "Avatar," "Personal," & "Privacy." (Some of the tabs shown below are likely unavailable to non-me members, as this is an admin account.)

The "Avatar" tab lets you change your profile picture! As you can see, Admin Wooly's is currently the piece I drew for the group's opening last year. For this, you can upload a picture directly to use!

The "Personal" tab includes options for changing your Display Name, Mini Icon (selectable from one of our many custom emojis), latest status, location, & signature, amongst a few others. The Signature includes a sidebar for inserting one of our many custom emojis, otherwise it uses BBCode, which we have a tutorial thread for!

The "Privacy" tab is for changing, well, privacy settings! Things like permanently setting your status to "Invisible" so that no one other than the admin account can see whenever you're online, hiding your email from everyone, etc.

Once you're done setting things up, we recommend making a post on the "OOC Chat" board to introduce yourself to everyone, but it's not required at all!

STEP 3: ACTUALLY GETTING INTO RPING

So you've set up your account, fixed up your profile, optionally introduced yourself, and you'd like to dive into things. Where do you begin?

First and foremost, forum RP is... I think I would best describe it as relatively similar to Tumblr RP, if you know anything about that. If not, it's no worries! We have plenty of members who were new to this kind of structuring. (Admin's only RP experience is Twitter and a small smidge of Discord, for example. And we have several members who've never RPed at all, let alone on a forum!) What I mean by this comparison is just that it tends to offer the same kind of customisation that Tumblr does regarding lengthy posting limits & formatting capabilities. Except we get signatures. Which is an excellent bonus.

Okay, diving in to how to navigate the forum...

When interacting with others, you're welcome to post your own threads in the Open RP board or reply to any other threads posted there using either the Create Thread button or the Quick Reply / Reply functions, depending on whether you'd like to join a thread or create a new one!

You can also post in the Plotting board if you'd like to run something by others before you post it, or if you want to reach out to plan out a closed thread with someone.

(For an example of this, here's that AMNESIA thread by Frey.)

As the pictures show with those little icons that say "New!" on them, each board will notify you if there's been any new postings in it since the last time you viewed it, in case you ever want to check anything out!

We also have the Recently Updated Threads sidebar on the home page. This applies to any threads, so it'll list ones that may not be generally accessible (ex. anything in the Questions & Suggestions board isn't available to anyone not logged in, as we have the Discord link available there, & occasionally my admin-only test threads will pop up), but it's a generally very handy resource for seeing what just got updated if you're looking for a response! Or a thread you might be interested in jumping into!

When you do want to post something, we have two options for doing so: the "Quick Reply" function for replying to existing threads, & the full Create-a-Post window, which can be used both for creating threads & for replying to existing ones.

The "Quick Reply" option is found at the bottom of an existing thread page; it types things out quickly using raw BBCode formatting view!

As shown here, there are a handful of different font face & size options, colour changes, bold, italics, underlines, strikethroughs, sub/superscript, alignment, grids, lists, link & image insertions... etc.

The :) face button is for our emojis, of which we have plenty! I update our custom emoji + sticker list often. The gradient-styled button next to it is for colour smear, which is our plugin for adding text gradients. This button does NOT work in Quick Reply, for some reason...? The little shushing icon at the end is the Spoiler button, for hiding text!

Clicking the "Reply" button on the right side of the Quick Reply bar takes you to the full Create Post window, which offers options for both raw BBCode & Preview windows.

(The Colour Smear button DOES work here.) This post window can be used to check how the BBCode formatting applied to your text will look, & is available both for replies and for creating new threads!

On that note, the "Create Thread" button that takes you to this post window is available at the far right of a board bar!

When making a new thread, we currently have two available formatting labels for the Open RP board: Forum-style & In Person. These can be added by clicking the gear on the top right of the Create Thread bar next to the "Add Attachment" button, going to Labels, & selecting one of the two!

(The scales under the "Subject" listing are actually a working button, btw! That's the title formatting button; you can change the styling & colour of your thread title using it.)

"Forum-style" is for any interactions conducted as if they're online interactions On A Forum, using the forum setting! I think the fun of these kinds of RP mediums is being able to take advantage of them and how they are in full, even if it doesn't make a lot of sense within canon, so it's an option. A good example of this would be Pia's Bathhouse Survey thread!

"In person" is for any interaction that would be conducted through face-to-face interaction. These are most commonly written out in paragraph style, but any writing formatting is accepted (para, action brackets, dialogue-based, asterisks....) & no one cares about matching length, so there are no pressures regarding writing super long or detailed replies.

We've also discussed the idea of adding a third option (Shortform), but I haven't implemented it yet because I'm still trying to explore my options for providing a shortform writing option for quicker in-person interactions first, especially for future event plans.

For the Closed RP board, as those are plotted out interactions and those tend to lean in-person, we at this time have no labels to apply there! Though thinking on it... a planned-out longterm forum-style interaction would be very funny and I would love to see it happen.

Basically: anything goes regarding writing style, & we have options for in-person interactions and interactions that make use of the forum setting!

I hope that explanation is an in-depth enough walkthrough of Runey Season & how forum RP operates for us! Please feel free to let me know if I've left anything uncovered that you're still curious about; I'd be happy to update this. And I hope it's not too long to keep up with! I like being able to provide picture examples, so they really padded things out;;;

[sukunasweetheart]

My Lover, a Gentle Giant

warnings; female reader, smut, tongue fucking (tummy mouth), soft sex, ooc/soft sukuna but with a big dick, size difference, tummy bulge, creampie, tiny bit of cockwarming, unprotected sex, modern fantasy au, sukuna is a doctor

word count; 3.1k

based on this post of mine! tagging the lovely @pulchritxde who shared her own doctor sukuna wip with me >:)

Sukuna massages the back of his neck with one hand, leaning back into his chair, after he had finished consulting his last scheduled patient for the day. He likes his job (relatively), he really does, but nothing can compare to the therapeutic feeling of finally taking his white gown or his scrubs off after a busy evening.

Especially since he’s started dating you. He likes his job but he likes you better. Sukuna whistles as he twirls his car keys with one finger, his shoes clacking against the ground of the parking lot while he approaches his fancy vehicle.

When he opens the door to your snug little shop, he greets you with his four armed embrace - even though your own hands can barely touch each other on the other side as you clasp around his waist! He easily towers over you.

Nothing of much importance is discussed in the conversation you have with him, only small talk and details about how each others’ days went, but somehow, time always seems to fly when he’s with you.

The dreadful moment where you have to close your shop comes rolling in soon, and Sukuna has the lurking disappointment of not wanting to let go of you yet.

“Say...do you want to spend the night at my place today?” he blurts out, while you’re locking up the entrance. You stare at him, eyes wide and heart racing at the thought of it.

“Oh- Well, I...” you trail on, being rather taken by surprise at the sudden suggestion.

“My bad, I don’t mean to rush things. I was just uhh,” he continues, scratching the back of his head bashfully. He hasn’t dated in so long - how slow was the pacing supposed to go again?

“Yes. I want to,” you finally respond, shoving your keys into your pocket determinately.

“Of course, I understand-” he pauses for a second, “oh, you- you want to?”

“Yeah?” you tell him, giggling at his reaction. You love his charismatic side, but his clumsiness is equally as endearing.

“Can I pack a few of my things from my place before we go, though?”

He gladly says yes and closes the door for you as you get into the passenger seat of his car, happy to drive you there himself.

-

Sukuna is a large man. You’ve established this with yourself countless times before, but coming to his abode, you’re really realising how massive your lover is. The furniture, the ceiling height, even his cutlery and etc. are all quite big to accommodate his size - but it isn’t to the extent where someone of your frame can’t use them.

You get changed into some comfortable clothing, he cooks up something nice for dinner, and the playful flirting in between becomes the cherry on top of all that. He seems to hesitate in taking it any further than that, however.

When the two of you get into his room, you get oddly excited by his large bed that easily looks like it was made for a king. What decorates his walls are shelves of books, some trophies and certificates that he’s presumably accumulated throughout his career.

And then, well, you finally end up laying beside him. Sleep refuses to come over you, and you find yourself staring at the ceiling with restlessness, as it’s your first time sleeping with him.

Sukuna feels the same. You’re so small compared to him - he’s afraid of possibly crushing you with his weight while you’re asleep. But he’s also itching to cuddle you, and feel your soft body against his. He locks his thoughts away, and shuts his eyes tight.

“Hey... are you asleep?” you whisper to him, turning to face Sukuna.

“No,” he replies quickly, opening his eyes again. “What is it?”

“I just thought... is there something else you wanna do before we go to sleep tonight?” you ask carefully, eyes wandering towards him.

Shit. Did she end up catching onto all of that? He thinks.

“I’m not sure,” he says, deciding to play dumb. Dammit. Since when did I become so self conscious over this?

You seem to think for a little while, before coming up with something else to say.

“Alright then. What if I have something I wanna do?”

Sukuna tries not to keep his hopes up, as he silently tenses up.

“Go ahead.”

You slowly sit up to get on top of him, straddling him as your knees sit next to his sides. You give a shy kiss onto his lips and then kiss down his jawline as your hand starts to undo the first few buttons of his nice navy silk pajamas.

“Shall I continue?” you question, hovering your face above his for a moment.

“...You better,” he mutters, pulling you back in to kiss you again as his heart hammers in his chest. But as he begins to slip his tongue inside your mouth, Sukuna suddenly remembers something important.

“Ah, wait.”

Puzzled, you pull away as he slowly sits himself up with you still in his lap.

“There’s a few things that I haven’t told you about my body yet.”

“Show me. I want to see everything.”

He hopes you won’t be too intimidated.

When he finishes unbuttoning himself all the way, what he reveals seems to be a pair of lips on his lower abdomen.

“An extra mouth,” he murmurs, eyeing you carefully.

“Ohh... this is fascinating,” you say as you peer at it and gently run a hand against its lower lip. The mouth opens up and gives a single lick onto your fingers, and you let out a yelp of surprise. He chuckles at your reaction and smoothly pushes you back, so that you’re laying across his bed.

“Ever been eaten out by a tongue this big before?” he asks, smirking.

“No...but I’d love to,” you reply, placing a hand on his face.

He kisses your palm, and then all four of his hands get to undressing you. You feel them roam around your skin as he makes out with you, teasing your nipples and fondling your breasts and also squeezing at your thighs.

Opening up your legs, he finally gets to see your pretty folds, already glistening with slick. His mouth seems to water at the sight of it.

“You ready?” he says, adjusting his position.

“Yes,” you whisper, your excitement growing.

His heavy tongue gives a little kitten lick against you as a starter. You laugh at the ticklish sensation. It begins to get a little more intense as it slowly glides up and down your entrance, wetting you with his drool. It feels so nice and warm, and you can’t help but let out a sigh whenever he reaches your clit.

Sukuna watches your face attentively, figuring out which movements give you the most pleasure, getting harder each time a soft moan escapes your lips. He wants to hear you get louder.

His tongue finally slides into you, completely filling you up. And it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Your eyes widen and you breathe heavily as you feel it squirm inside you, tastebuds gliding against your walls.

You grab the sheets with a tight fist, crying out with pleasure as Sukuna starts fucking you with his tongue...it’s soft and fleshy, yet the way it moves inside you like it has a mind of its own... it sends you to a different kind of ecstasy. He smiles, relaxed, and uses a thumb to stimulate your wet clit, rolling it around with ease.

“Oh god...i-it feels so g-good-” you pant, your body twitching every time the tip of his tongue reaches so deep and writhes in your hole.

“That’s good to hear,” he tells you, before coming down to kiss you, muffling your moans.

It twists around within you, and your legs tremble uncontrollably, which makes him feel thankful for his extra pair of arms that aid him in holding you steady. Eyes glinting with lustful glee, Sukuna handles your fingers against the bed with great affection, while his lips continue to swallow up any moans that slip out of your mouth.

He gets faster, feeling up every crevice of your leaking pussy, and soon enough, it’s got you creaming around him, back arching as your walls pulse around his fleshy tongue from your orgasm. The feverish kiss is broken, leaving you to pant freely.

You lay still to catch your breath for a few moments as he slips himself back out. But that break is a bit short lived however, as Sukuna soon sends you into overstimulation by latching his extra mouth onto your clit, sucking and licking you up roughly.

Gasping from the sudden sensation, you jolt your hips but they’re being held down firmly by him.

“This...this is bullying,” you tell him breathily, blinking away the tears of pleasure from your eyes.

“Well, I advise you to get ready. I’m about to bully you even more,” he chuckles softly, a finger coming up to swipe away your tears.

He’s fully aware of his own arousal, practically begging to be let out of his pants. His tongue goes back into his mouth, and once you re-gather yourself again, you look to face him and his obvious tent.

“I’m ready. Let me see you,” you say, tugging on the silky fabric of his pajamas. He wastes no time in taking it off, and revealing his girthy dick that twitches with excitement. You catch sight of the little smear of precum that sits on its head and your pussy clenches on nothing at the thought of having him fill you up.

Sukuna rests the dense thing onto your stomach, and you feel the dull throbs from it against your skin. He traps you in between his arms and you feel so thrillingly vulnerable in this position, as he looks down at you with determined hunger for your body.

“It’s so hot and heavy...” you comment, stroking him with two hands, because one simply isn’t enough for his size. He lets you touch him without restriction, your dainty fingers allowing him to swell even more, even dribbling more precum. You touch the clear fluid, feeling it’s stringiness, before bringing it to your mouth to give it a taste.

He stares at you with bewilderment, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a smirk.

“It’s nothing...I just didn’t realise you could be so,” he clears his throat, “lewd.”

“Do you not like it?”

“I like it a little too much. You might drive me wild,” Sukuna confesses, nudging his tip against your entrance.

You hitch in a breath at his response, and open your legs wider for him.

“I’m looking forward to that.”

He spreads your pussy lips apart using his two thumbs, admiring your hole that’s dripping with your own slick. Lining himself up now, he braces himself for your warmth and tightness.

“Can I...?” he asks for the final time.

“Yes please,” you reply eagerly.

He starts with the tip, at a delicate pacing. Your heart starts to beat faster, as you hold in a breath and do your best to relax your muscles, to let him in easier. After pushing himself in a bit further, he comes to a sudden stop.

“All good?” he tenderly asks, studying your face for any sign of distress.

“I’m okay. I think I’m plenty loose enough...” you inform him, squeezing his hand after grabbing it.

“I want it all in one go.”

He looks a bit hesitant for a split second, but decides to do as you suggest. Grabbing you by the hips, he watches as his cock gets swallowed up by you, sliding in until his balls reach your skin.

Both you and him let out a slow little gasp, taking a while to soak in this sensation of being whole. There’s a visible bulge on your tummy that makes you tremble with both a bit of fear and intrigue. It wasn’t much surprising - since he was at a thickness that could create the same on a stomach of any size.

You take deep breaths, holding onto him tighter, and he reciprocates by holding you back. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, with genuine concern.

“It stings a bit, in all honesty. Can we stay like this for a moment?” you ask honestly, smiling up at him.

“Of course,” Sukuna reassures, keeping his hips unmoving, but letting his upper body come down to you, so that he could comfort you.

Gentle kisses are exchanged, and it helps you to rest the tension in your body. Your hands rise up to his back, where you can feel his muscles that ripple with his each movement.

Even without the thrusting yet, there is still pleasure to be found in this position. You feel the strong twitches that his cock gives inside you, revealing how eager he is, behind that face of concern he displays. It stirs you up, turning you on to lengths you never could’ve imagined.

Sukuna senses every clench of your walls, every squeeze and every suck. He wouldn’t dare to move without your permission, but to say that this wasn’t testing his patience at all - would be a blatant lie. However, nothing scares him more than the thought of causing you harm.

Your eye contact with him is heated but by no means discomforting, as the crimson that pools within his stare seems to soothe you, making you feel safe. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his head into the crook of your neck, kissing his forehead.

“Thank you for being patient,” you whisper, wiping away some of the sweat that makes his hair cling to his skin.

“I think I should be the one thanking you,” he chuckles, his voice muffled from the way he nuzzles against you. You stay with him like this for a few more minutes, resting in each other’s warmth.

Once you can gather enough courage, you draw in a breath before giving him the cue to start moving, bit by bit.

He starts by giving the tiniest thrusts, his tip performing light kisses against your cervix. It stings less now, and you begin to desire for more. When you let out hushed, sighing moans, his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows on nothing - being aroused by your voice.

Hips beginning to make larger movements, Sukuna starts breathing heavy from the pleasuring feeling of your velvety walls. He hovers above you again, wanting to see your face as he fucks into you slowly, steadily. The pace drives you wild, making you feel the stretch each time his cockhead effortlessly reaches your deepest spot.

Placing his palm on your stomach with the slightest bit of pressure, he can feel himself moving in and out of you.

“Look at you. Taking me so well.”

You respond with your eyes that hold a mellow gaze, and you whimper at his softspoken praise, wanting to hear more.

“Faster...harder...” you plead, unable to take this pacing any longer.

“Could you handle that?” he asks with an affectionate smirk, the urge to tease you gathering within him.

“Yes- I need more,” you continue, becoming restless.

Your pleas ring in his head, and he too begins the desire to get rougher with you.

“Impatient little thing,” he utters with a low voice - before offering a single, sharp thrust into your core, earning him a loud gasp from you.

His tip presses up against the entrance to your womb and your hips tremble, but he’s there to pin you down.

“Still want me to go faster? Harder?”

“Oh- yes please-” you beg, tears welling up.

“As you wish.”

It’s the last phrase you hear, before you start seeing stars before your eyes.

Sukuna ruts into you without mercy, dick pummeling your poor pussy just the way you want it. Mumbling incoherently, he begins to chase after his orgasm, dragging you along with him. Your moans fill the air, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each hard thrust that slides his cock into you with ease.

Every time he grazes against your g-spot, you squeeze around him from the pleasure and it drives him mad. It was never easy for someone of his size to find a suitable partner that would willingly take him so eagerly, but you...

“You’re so perfect...”

He works his hands around the rest of your body, teasing your breasts and perky nipples, rubbing onto your sensitive clit, all while he continues to ram himself into you.

“Yes, yes, yes-” you babble, getting doused with the thrill of being touched all over.

You’re thrown into a mind-numbing orgasm, toes curling and back arching so far that it’s bound to ache later on. You let out a squeal as Sukuna fucks you through it, not stopping even as your walls thrum around him violently.

He pants heavily, watching you as your body quivers from the overstimulation, and he grits his teeth - not being far from his own orgasm. Chanting your name with half-lidded eyes, his hips begin to falter in pacing, being driven solely by his own exhilaration.

“F-fuck... Y/N, I’m gonna...” he drawls, cock throbbing.

“I want it inside me,” you mumble, clinging onto him, fingertips digging into his back.

With loud groans, he finally reaches his sweet climax, his arms wrapping around you tightly, holding you in place, so you have no means of escape. Not that you would want to, anyway.

And, oh god, you feel his seed as it spills into you. Endlessly. His tip pokes at your cervix, continuing to pump you full with his cum while he leans his face against your neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin. It feels so good, being filled up to the brim by your giant lover.

“Shit...I love you... I love you so much,” Sukuna mumbles, holding you close, so much so that you can feel the air being squeezed out of your lungs. He brings his lips to yours, yearning for a passionate kiss.

By the time he pulls out, his cock has softened significantly, and from within you, his spend drools out.

“I love you too,” you say, but your words are slurred from how exhausted you are.

“Stop being cute,” he smiles, pushing away loose strands of hair away from your face. The two of you bombard each other with kisses and cuddles.

You don’t have to lift a finger for the rest of that evening, as Sukuna cleans you up, and then runs about to replace the messy sheets with clean ones while you doze off on the side. When the bed is fresh and ready again, he carries you in and sleeps with you tucked right beside him; as you become his teddy bear for the night.

Tagging; @ry0chann @nanamin-3 @yumeosamu @moonchild-artemisdaughter @yuujispinkhair @smallhybridart @ryomensukunasimp @skunaskitten @theprettyarachnid​

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[forsworned]

May I request Kyojuro x female reader please? :D

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ˳ֹ៹ ̊ ♡ 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. contains s3xual themes/situations, nudity, and mentionings of alcohol and one night stand action, a little ooc

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. honestly laughing too hard at this i may or may not make this into a mini series because its fucking hilarious, kyo my love is a little ooc so just keep that in mind its borderline NSFW okay

Consciousness had warmly welcomed you as you shifted under the snug covers and buried yourself under the plush blanket. Small noises emitted from your lips as you moved to get more comfortable, but there was a small stress indicator lingering in the back of your mind telling you to wake up. As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you were met with a pair of golden-crimson hues that stared down at you with hair to match.

A silent scream and the rattling of your bones that shook the mattress between you and the stranger was all you could find yourself to do.

“Well, good morning to you, too!” He beamed down at you.

Your eyes broadened as you realized not only was he lying down next to you, he was definitely fully naked under the covers that exposed only the upper half of his toned body.

“Did we–?”

He lifted the covers to look at himself and nodded. “Well, by the looks of it, I would say yes. Yes, we very much had intercourse last night.”

You externally groaned as you slipped further down into the blanket as if to conceal your humiliation.

“Why do you have to say it like that?”

“What? Intercourse?”

Another groan.

He laughed. Cute. A very cute laugh indeed as you felt him relax a little and in turn you did too as you flipped over the covers to face the music.

“Well,” You peered up at him bravely. “Do you remember anything?”

He propped his hand under his head and you noticed that a cigarette was between his lips as he used a lighter to ignite it. “Ahh, not really.” He scrunched his face as if he caught a glimpse of a memory. “Well, maybe.”

“You smoke?” You asked, as you began to sit up and failed to notice that the sheets slipped from under your armpits revealing your breasts to him.

His cigarette fell from his lips as his eyes broadened in shock before his cheeks turned a lovely shade of carmine.

You looked from him to your chest before you quickly covered yourself and laid back against the mattress with puffed cheeks and arms crossed. Another chuckle from him as he picked up his cigarette and properly lit it.

He offered you one and you begrudgingly took it. Well, not really. You could really,

use a fucking cig right at this moment. One night stand? You don’t do one night stands. They weren’t your forte. You were a woman who managed to keep to herself and only allowed herself a man's company if you were in it for the long run, so how the hell did you end up here?

“So, you said you remembered?” You inquired as he began to light your cigarette and you took a long drag.

He did the same as he glanced up at the ceiling and began to ponder.

“Yeah, we got married at those chapels in Vegas and our pet tiger is in the basement bathroom somewhere lurking. Although, I can’t be too sure if I locked it or not.”

You scoffed. “Very funny.”

He peered over at your now smiling face and let out a little laugh. “It’s weird, though. It felt like a very vivid dream. Like it actually happened…”

“Yeah, I think I’d actually shit myself if there was a tiger just in my bathroom uncaged.” You replied as you looked around the room and picked up a frame that had a picture of a very cute cat on it. “Cute cat.”

“Don’t have one.”

You raised a brow at him as you showed him the picture. “Your sibling's cat?”

“Nope, from what I gathered this is neither of our places.” He shrugged as he pulled out his phone and looked at the time. “Damn, is it really 2:15 right now?”

You felt a small panic start to surge through your body. “What–what do you mean this isn’t your place? Like it’s your friend’s place or–?”

He shook his head again as he took a drag of his cigarette, and while you were willing to admit that he looked damn sexy, you really couldn’t focus on that at the moment. You began to get up from your spot not giving a shit if he could see you completely naked as you searched for your clothing and began to put it on in a hurry.

“Hey, are you okay?” He began to sit up as he put out his cigarette on the ashtray beside him.

“Absolutely not. I do not sleep with random men and end up at stranger’s homes.” You replied as you found your tossed clutch and panty hoes. You caught a glimpse of your face in the full body mirror that was on the back of what you could only assume was the bathroom door. God, you looked a mess.

“I think you should relax while we try to figure this out.” He tried to reason, but you didn’t want to hear any of it.

“Look,” You turned around, noticing that the covers were barely covering him up. He was millimeters away from flashing you his manhood. “You’re really fucking hot and all.”

You gestured your hands to his entire form. “But, I’m really not that kind of gal. I have a lot more class than this.”

“Likewise. I don’t sleep around.” He agreed with you and you could only blink at him several times.

You could only let out a sigh as you raked a hand through your hair and began to head toward the bathroom again. “Great, glad we’re on the same page.”

As you reached for the knob and twisted it, you could’ve sworn you heard a low growl but you wrote it off as you hallucinating. You shook your head as you pushed it forward and your eyes grew as large as sunflowers as you quickly shut it. Your heartbeat thrummed loudly against your chest so hard that you didn’t even hear the fiery haired man ask you questions.

“Are you okay? Did you see something?” His eyes were searching your face for an answer as he looked at the frantic expression on your mien.

“Tiger. There’s a fucking–” You swallowed hardly as your eyes darted across the room while you clutched the door knob for dear life. “--tiger.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Y-you really weren’t fucking kidding.”

The concerned look on his perfect visage changed into an amused one. “C’mon, what’s actually in there? A snake? A skunk?”

You became slightly enraged. How the fuck could he fucking joke in a time like this? “Do snakes fucking growl?”

He began to reach his hand towards the doorknob that you were tightly clutching. “Well, let me take a look then.”

But you quickly moved it away and shook your head.

He gave a “really?” look, but you were not going to just let this fucking idiot open the door and scar the both of you for the rest of your lives. That is, if you live to tell the tale.

“I’m not letting you open this door.”

“I never got your name.”

“Huh?” You couldn’t focus on his idiotic questioning because you were thinking of all the ways to make a break for it, but you didn’t want to have this stranger’s death hang over your head the second you jumped ship.

“Your name.”

Fucking hell. “[surname], [name].”

“Rengoku, Kyoujurou.” He held out his hand for you to shake and it took you everything in your fucking mind, soul and body not to slap the ever living shit out of this man.

“So, [surname],--”

You wanted to stomp your foot in frustration as you bit your lip. “Just call me, [name].”

“[name]. That’s a lovely name by the way. It’s nice to meet you.” He leaned back against the door as he held out his hand for you to shake again.

You had to laugh. Like really, you had to fucking laugh because credit was really due for this guy. He was way in over his head and you were just going to fucking let him do him.

You shook his hand to humor him. “You, too bud.”

You quickly let go and it was back to the door and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, listen. Whatever it is in there, we’ll get through it together. I’m trained to annihilate threats.”

You looked at him incredulously as he began to load his gun and cock it. “What the fuck.”

He held up a might you fucking say, very official FBI badge. “I’m an agent.”

“Of course, you fucking are.” You wanted to cry. Of course, you had to hook up with a fucking FBI agent out of all people. Way to score, [name]. Way to fucking score.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

You shook your head. “Nothing. What are you even planning. Are you going to shoot the tiger right in the head?”

He sighed. “There’s no tiger, [name]. At worst, it’s probably just a person dressed in a Tony Tiger suit who’s tweaked out beyond their mind. I’m trained to–”

“--Handle event’s like 9/11.” You both finished. God, this guy was the worst.

“How do you know…”

You rolled your eyes as you shook your leg. “Because I know pretentious fucks like you.”

He looked taken aback by your statement, but he simply laughed. “Prententious fucks like me?”

“Yes, did you need me to say it again?”

“Ex?” He pushed himself from the door and you nearly forgot about the threat that was behind it.

“Yeah, maybe you know him. Tengen Uzui.”

“Oh, great guy!” His eyes lit up at the name and you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes again. “Too many girlfriends, though.”

“Tell me about it.” You scoffed as you sighed reminiscing about him and the rest.

“Did he cheat on you?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I thought I would be okay with polygamy. Turns out I’m a monogamous kinda gal. Pretty girls, though.”

“Eh, you’re much more beautiful.” He shrugged and you felt a smile slip from your lips, but then that’s when you heard it again.

A low growl that was much louder than the first and it caused you both to visibly stiffen.

“Get behind me.” He ordered and you didn’t waste anymore time. You just followed his orders. He was probably the best shot you had at making it out alive. Literally.

“Alright. I’m going to open the door on a count of three.” He handed you a metal bat that he happened to find by the bedside.

“What the fuck am I suppose to do with this?” You took it from him as you began to whisper shout.

“Just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

“Just in case!”

You smacked your forehead in frustration, but you readied yourself anyway. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“Alright, one, two, three!” And with that Kyoujurou opened the door and low and behold. A fucking tiger lounging across the bathroom rug that let out a rather heart stopping growl. Kyoujurou nearly dropped his weapon as he quickly shut the door, but not too loudly as to not rattle the fatal creature that laid there in plain sight.

He didn’t say anything for a moment as you watched his chest rise and fall quickly. His eyes found you as you felt yourself wanting to cry.

“Okay, so maybe there is a tiger.”

[amaya-writes]

So if you can then pls Naki x CCG reader

Notes: have never written for Naki before so let me know if he comes off as OOC

Warnings: slight gore (things normally seen in tokyo ghoul), almost kidnapping, maybe sort of yandere themes except he's just curious, not in love or anything

Characters involved: Naki

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

You should have known better. Really, you should have.

The 11th ward was no place for a human, especially not one who was hellbent on getting rid of ghouls.

Yet you were too ambitious, too caught up with the chase to realise that the eyepatch ghoul had just been leading you to your demise.

By the time you had taken a step back to actually tune in to your surroundings it had already been to late to turn back, too late to do anything but creep into the shadows and hope to god that he wasn't smart enough to lead you into a trap.

You should have known your wishes were futile, that nothing could save you from the monsters lurking in the dark if you were stupid enough to follow them into the shadows.

But a human could hope, couldn't they?

As seconds turned into minutes you almost convinced yourself that you had in fact safely evaded a confrontation with the ghouls, that you could safely slink through the shadows and retract your steps until you returned to the confines of the CCG office.

However, hope was a fickle thing, one that was often stolen away just as easily as it was given.

You had just been stupid enough to trick yourself into thinking otherwise.

If the low chuckle echoing around the alley hadn't made it clear enough, the sharp click of a finger being cracked certainly did.

You knew who he was before you saw him, after all, it hadn't been long since you last met, perhaps that was why you found yourself desperately clutching onto your briefcase as the rhythmic thump of his steps grew louder.

"We know who you are, so you might as well come out now."

The sound of his excitable voice was enough to have you quickly fish out your Quinque with shaking hands, however, in your haste to gather your weapon you failed to notice the ghoul in a white suit now standing before you.

"And we meet again."

He didn't hesitate to summon his Kagune as he spoke, with the blue spike coming to a stop right in front of the junction between your collarbones.

"I really didn't think a human would be stupid enough to fight a ghoul twice but you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

You couldn't help but grumble at his sarcasm but were quick to go into an attack.

You should have known the way you knocked your Quinque against his Kagune wouldn't do much harm, but in your panicked state you couldn't help but go for whatever option you had.

Unfortunately, Naki was all but unfazed by your hit and was quick to pull you back to the end of the alley, this time with his normal hand wrapped around your neck.

He barked out a loud laugh as he shoved you up against the wall, with the sudden pain from the concrete and lack of oxygen making your head spin.

"Did you really think you could outrun me?"

Yet another laugh tumbled from his lips as Naki walked a step closer, tilting his head to look at you with a menacing stare.

However, something in his gaze seemed to shift the second your eyes locked with his.

"I was going to eat you but maybe- maybe I could keep you instead?"

He nodded along to his own words, with his grip on your neck subconsciously loosening at his thoughts.

"My own little human pet to do what I want with!"

Dying honourably on the battlefield was one thing, but being taken by a ghoul and reduced to a mere thing to own was not only embarrassing and outrageous but also stood against all of your beliefs.

The prospect of being condemned to anything but death almost seemed to jumpstart your mind, causing you to finally do something but just stand there aimlessly and allow yourself to be choked to death.

A loud yelp echoed around the alleyway as you raised your foot and aimed a kick at Naki's leg with all the power you could muster.

It wasn't much, but your little attack allowed you a moment to finally breathe without restriction and desperately scramble to once again clutch your Quinque.

You couldn't win in a fight against him, both of you knew that, but for once fate seemed to be in your favour as the loud booming sound o sirens echoed around the alley.

"We're not supposed to cause a scene-"

Naki backed away as he said the words, with one of his hands reaching up to run through his hair while he wordlessly jumped onto a dumpster near the front of the alley and then the roof of the building beside you.

It was only when he had gotten to a safe space away from the roads that Naki finally turned back to you with a wide smile, one that unsettled you a lot more than you would have liked.

"Till we meet again!"

He disappeared after that, with his white suit leaving your line of sight just as a familiar black car pulled up to the front of the alley, with your partner's face poking out from the driver's seat.

"Are you alright?"

You let out a small sigh at the question, leaning back into the alley wall as you tried to rid yourself of the image of the notorious blond ghoul and ignore your thoughts about meeting him again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just fine."

[3rdgymbros]

— title; you are immortal (if only in my memory)

— pairing; zhongli x reader

— summary; in which a lonely archon visits the grave of an old friend (can be read in accompaniment to this)

— notes; this is my first time writing for genshin (i don’t play the game) so i hope it’s not too ooc !! special thanks to @degenerate-yandere and @teyvatstories​ for their support !!

Rex Lapis visits you again today.

No, that's not quite right; he hasn't been Rex Lapis in years. He walks amongst mortals now, has taken on the guise of a human man. He goes by the name Zhongli now. Though you suppose, that even if he were to change his face, or even remake his entire existence, you would still be able to pick him out from a crowd of thousands; he's always been a dominating presence. Tall, lithe, dangerously intent, with those piercing amber eyes.

"Hello, [ NAME ]." He says as always. He carries a bouquet of flowers in his arms, a frothy bouquet of blue and white flowers tied neatly together in brown string. You can feel the softness of the petals against the tips of your fingers in your imagination. You imagine Zhongli, in his room with only a candle for light, his dark head bent over the flowers as he struggles to arrange them into something more presentable. You'd tried to teach him once, a very long time ago, but his hands had been much too large and much too clumsy for one who wielded weapons with such skill. "May I come in?"

And, as always, he waits respectfully, inclining his head for the span of several heartbeats, before he opens the gates and walks through the wide expanse of lawn, broken up by ancient trees, their branches heavy with white and pink blossoms. The air is thick with the fragrance of a million flowers, the grass bright green and vibrant underfoot. It's almost as if spring exists eternally in this place. Everything seems to thrive here, as if your hands are still carefully nourishing the flowers and plants under your care.

You know his usual routine by now.

First, a white cloth appears, drawn from within the inner pocket of Zhongli's coat; he cleans and polishes the marble headstone, carefully, reverently. Once every crevice has been cleaned to his satisfaction, he moves on to the statue, modelled in your likeness. Your features have been frozen in time, made immortal in stone, though the statue does a poor job at conveying the soft kindness that had glowed in your eyes and the bright warmth of your smile, which had been able to light up a room and elicit faint smiles from Rex Lapis, even at his moodiest. Zhongli's gaze is heavy as he rests a gloved hand upon the smooth stone of the statue's face, and his bright eyes are suddenly darker than you ever remember.

Then, with a sigh, the cloth is tucked away, and a graceless hand dropping back down to his side; Zhongli steps back and places the bouquet – baby's breath and forget-me-nots – by the marble headstone. Here lies the God of Flowers. Gone, but not forgotten. Gracefully, Zhongli arranges himself and sits cross-legged on the ground.

Sometimes, he'll talk to fill the silence, speaking quietly of nothing and everything. He'll tell you about his day, a part of a story he's currently reading, or he'll reminisce about memories only both of you are privy to. Sometimes, he won't speak. He'll sit with you in a companionable silence, drowning in your presence, still lingering in the flowers and leaves.

Everyone in Liyue knows the myths; how the God of Flowers had fallen in battle, and their body had been used to nourish the land. How the crops and plants had flourished and bloomed, the soils rich and fertile, as though their very love for the country had been immortalized, lingering to this very day. More stories whisper of Rex Lapis' wrath; how he had turned into a dragon and unleashed fire and hell upon the ones who had struck the God of Flowers down, his rage driving him onwards like a cornered beast.

Fewer people in Liyue know of how the God of Flowers had approached Rex Lapis, a genuine friendship blooming from the contract. Stay with me until the end, the God of Flowers had said, and in return, I will lend you my power when you have need of it. And Rex Lapis had agreed. How, as the days went on, both had seen each other as friends, or maybe even something more, brought together by two pinkies linked together, a contract made one bright and perfectly normal afternoon.

No one in Liyue knows that the God of Flower's death had been the first, and the last time that Rex Lapis had ever broken a contract. How he hadn't been with the God of Flowers as they had drawn their last breath, how that bitter regret coats his tongue even now, and drives him to visit the place you rest every day to atone for his failures.

And you sit with him, shoulder-to-shoulder, relishing in his presence.

"I apologise." Zhongli says, an undercurrent of broken glass lurking beneath the surface of his words. "I wasn't there with you then."

"You have nothing to apologise for."

"You must have been lonely."

Zhongli draws in a quiet, shaking inhale. The idea of Zhongli crying is ludicrous. Much like his element of earth, he's always been so strong, so sure of everything. Is he thinking of you, as you are of him? You can almost feel the phantom touch of his hand entwined in yours, as the two of you had walked through your gardens together. You can almost smell the scents of lotus and sandalwood which had clung to his skin.

"No. It was a good life. And I loved being your friend." You say, soft as a whisper, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

It's a kiss of acceptance, for him as well as yourself. It's forgiveness and absolution for the sins weighing heavy upon Zhongli's shoulders.

Zhongli presses a tentative hand to his own cheek, to the spot you had kissed just moments before, and it's on a needle of pain that he breathes out your name.

[sageinacage]

Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

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“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

[theodora3022]

Selfish Deeds (Yandere! Gojou Satoru)

Summary: Satoru just wants you to be free of danger. If you are so knowledgeable why can’t you understand that he only wish the best for you?

A/N: This is just one snippet of many out of a collection(haven't decide the name just yet)...Since I have not read the manga(anime-only for now) so I just got a vague impression of what Gojou has been through, but that does not stop me from writing him like the cocky bastard he is. Hopefully it is not too OOC(as if yandere variant itself is not OOC enough pfttt) The reader is a stubborn psycho because that is what I am :) Will there be some future pieces that involves nsfw elements? I got a few ideas but no promises.

I blame @popi-the-fatui for my Gojou brainrots. You got your revenge on me by making me attracted to this dubious man. Word count: 1.6k

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Warnings: Female pronouns, Possessive behaviour, DELUSIONAL behaviour, non-consensual touching, power inbalance, general yandere content, slight mention of confinement and violence(This is not a healthy relationship dynamic!!!), reader is not a soft UWU girl, kthis is so self indulgent *buries myself into the bottomless pit of shame

It has been nearly fifteen minutes since the headquarter disconnected the call, yet you are still staring at your phone screen with disbelief.

You were supposed to travel to another city for a mission tomorrow, they had notified you of this mission a week ago.

You already got your luggage packed, and your theoretical research on the objective is thoroughly done. Then they dare to inform you: they have found a more suitable candidate! Right on the day before your departure too.

Your curse techniques have already limited you to more of a supporting role for most situations. There are not plenty of missions available for you to begin with. While you are content with educating the fresh blood of the community in classrooms the majority of the time, you still long for field actions every once in a while. It is an essential part of being a Jujutsu sorcerer after all.

Both you and the soft-spoken secretary who made the call know this is nonsense. The higher-ups recognize that you are one of, if not the best sorcerers available when it comes to reconnaissance and espionage.

Letting out a sigh of immeasurable frustration, you swore to yourself that you will find out who is the conductor of this humiliating turn of events. This is going to be difficult since you do not recall having any issues with any of the administration staff recently.

There is no reversing this misfortune, but at least you can be aware of who is responsible for such violation of conduct.

He is only doing this to protect you.

Gojou Satoru tells himself as such, at least.

He is aware of how unfair it is, to make someone less capable to take on the job. But he cannot risk your safety. The man has already got used to your company, and he is not willing to just let you disappear from his field of view for more than a week. Sure, you might have not admitted how much you like him yet, but it is just too endearing to see you flustered at his flirtatious words.

Although there have been some difficulties with rescheduling, he managed to use his connections to exclude you from that first-grade mission at last minute. On the bright side, the sorcerer cannot wait to lend you an ear to vent about how conservative and unfair the higher-ups can be. Maybe you will even say yes to a trip to the newest local bakery! You need some sweet treats to cheer yourself up, don’t you?

But Satoru has never thought about how you specialize in putting two and two together. (understandable since he never saw you in action before).

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Strange, you are not near the usual area in the library.

Sensing his footsteps, you opened your office door before Satoru had a chance to knock.

“We need to talk, Gojou-san.” That expression is new. This is the first time he sees you genuinely angry, which is to be expected.

But somehow he got a bad feeling about this.

You did not even invite him to sit down, instead just standing next to the floor window, arm crossed, with your back turned to him.

“Why would you do such a thing?” You have to use up all of your self-control to prevent yourself from having a full blow-up right at Gojou Satoru. Maintain composure. But it is easier said then done.

Does he think this is funny? To sabotage someone else's sorcerer career like this? You knew you should have kept him out of your daily life, as he is nothing but trouble to you. But you made the mistake of choosing to tolerate him, and some superficial part of you might even enjoy his dallying words a bit too much.

To the extent, you overlooked some red flags. This is a grievous error indeed.

Shit, now that he vaguely remembers what role you play on missions.“(y/n)-chan, what are you saying-” He knows you always act in supporting positions, however, he has overlooked your actual abilities and curse techniques. You collect intel and spy on enemies, how could he forget that? “Don’t play dumb with me. You got your ways, I got mine. There is no use denying what you have done. I thought you out of all people would understand what it means to be a sorcerer.”

This is a violation of protocol, changing mission assignments at the last minute. However, you know this man would not be receiving any solid punishment should you decide to report this. They would say there is “no harm done” and you would just receive a pitiful apology. Suppose you cannot blame them though.

They need Gojou Satoru, the Jujutsu community needs his prowess to keep innocent people safe. He will remain in the system no matter what.

Why are you questioning his motives? Does he have to spell it out for you? Letter by letter?

“You are not a skilled combatant, (y/n)-chan. What if you got yourself hurt?” Or even worse, killed. It scares him to think that you could be gone one day, how he would walk by this office corridor and never sees you sitting behind the desk ever again.

Not much in this world could send Gojou Satoru a chill down his spine, yet the thought of you dying is now on the list. He knows how petty this is, you wouldn’t be the one doing the actual exorcising after all. But the if, the slight possibilty.

He cannot allow that to happen, not ever. Even that means angering you and getting yelled at.

“What am I, some normal lawful citizen? I am a sorcerer just like you, Gojou-san. Putting ourselves on the line for innocents is part of the deal.” You let out a few short, sarcastic giggles, narrowing your eyes at him with fury. “It’s funny that you, out of all people, fail to understand that. If I am needed I will do what I must. If this is some sort of sick joke, stop it already, not funny. ”

Blunt, unrelenting stubbornness. Not like that’s news for him, Satoru has lots of experience with that since the day your path crossed. Although he finds this quality to be adorable most of the time, it can pose major problems like the present.

Oh, he is not angry at you. Satoru is more outraged at himself, don’t you worry. On the contrary, he is rather intrigued by your sarcastic remarks! However…

Instead of walking towards where you stood near the window, the man decides to take a turn towards the door.

That flashing panic within your eyes did not escape his sight.

The illusion figure you were projecting near the window dissipated instantly once he got your left wrist in his hand. Concealing yourself and projecting illusions, a rare techique indeed.

“Clever tactic. Making yourself invisible, projecting a faux illusion to distract me, leaving the door open and staying close to the exit. Your curse techniques are impressive. I almost got fooled, job well-done (y/n)-chan.”

The grip on your wrist suddenly tightens, you have to bite your lip to hold back a hiss of pain. How can he still flash that casual, playful smile when committing such atrocity? Those damned cerulean blue eyes too, you are ashamed of how you tremble and (internally) swoon at it at the same time.

Efforts to get away would most likely be futile, but you have to try. “See, you underestimated your opponent. I do see why you are good with lurking in the shadows now. Do you have any idea what I am capable of though?” Such delicate hands, it would be a shame if they were to bruise.

It’s unnerving how easy it looks for him to maintain a solid grip on your wrist while you pull back with all of your might. You know Gojou Satoru is strong and all, but this simple demonstration of strength is devastatingly effective. “Let go of me, you bastard!”

To your surprise, he softens his grip and you finally distanced yourself from him, panting and guarded. “Who are you to decide what I should and what I should not do? I made it crystal clear on the first day that I do not like you for the slightest.”

You know the walls are thin and coworkers might heard you, but you will have to worry about it later. It is, sadly, a matter of fact that you are somehow attracted to him, but that does not give him the right to use it against you. You must not give in to the temptation.

“You are pretty slow on the uptake for someone so smart. I was thinking of doing this naturally, we can go on normal dates to coffee shops, amusement parks, or even the museum if that is what you wish for. But now I see you do not know how much you mean to me.” Do you think Gojou-san is only flirting with you for the fun of it? It might have been the case in the beginning, but that is not the case since...recently.

He did not stop you again when you turned away, giving him one last menacing look and disappeared from his sight, even if he could see the faint trace of your curse energy. You will return to him and apologize after you calm down, he is confident about that. You value your job way too much to quit.

Then he could finally pull you into his arms, saying he does not mind and forgive your childish tantrums. Satoru does not plan to lock you up in a cage or anything(yet)! The students adore you and they need your guidance. Your clan is insignificant compared to his, your influence? Does he even need to consider that?

Gojou Satoru would always achieve his goals by whatever means possible. You are no exception to this.

[saintobio]

I've like casted the intro thingy almosy 3 times onto my TV atp so thank god finally my finger hit the ask box- Okay, SO SAINT, IK IM TIPSY RN BUT I MY ALCO FUZZIEX BRAIN CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING BUT SY AND SY GOJO RN. IK IBEEN SOBBINF OVER HIM FOR THE PAST HOUR BUT SAINT, I WANNA CRY AND TELL U THAT U ARE AMAZING AND ILY, I HOPE YOI KNOW UOI DESERVE THE WORLD PLS 😭😭 IM SORRY IF THIS ASK COMES ACROSS AS SLOPPY AND PLAIN ANNOYING BUT HOLY SHIT IM JUSY CRYING AT HOW TALENTRD YOU ARE FOR GIVINF US QORLDS TO ESCAPE TO LIKE SN/SY, OLAL, WASTELANDS ESCPECIALLY WHEN PEOPLE HAVE BORINGASS LIVES LIKE MINE. ITS SO SEDENTARY AND STALE THAT I HAD TO DRINJ TO NOT BE THE SOBER ME. AND THEN YOURE SO NICE AND WITTY WITH ALL YOUR FOLLOWES TOO!!! YOURW HELLA COOL I HOPE U KNOW THAT!!! I HOPE U KNOW I ADOREE YOU MORE THAN ANY AUTHOR ATP. ILYYY. TAKE CARE OR GOJO NO UNBOX! BYE-BYE!!

ty so much!!! that’s so nice of u and it’s not annoying at all :D rly glad you enjoy some of my works <33

@otivez said

saint i've been DYING to tell you this omg my law professor told us this crazy story last week and istg it's sincerely not

it's very long and wild but in a nutshell this son of a high status family in the 60s needs to marry someone and his parents don't like his girlfriend so they find him a woman. he goes to his gf and tells her that he should marry the other woman and then they should see. fast forward a couple years he gets cancer and dies. after he dies, they see that he has 14 kids with his wife AND 15 with his girlfriend 😭 they ask the wife "why" and she says "well she gave birth so i had to give birth too" 😭 they were RACING 🤧 my mind just instantly went "what if reader was like sera too" shit gets even crazier that they even made a tv show about it

WHATJDJD THATS SO MESSY 😭

Anonymous said

Hello new reader here👀 An auntie lurking around.

I’m not an anime watcher (but a kdrama one) btw so I don’t know who this characters are irl? Is that even the term?🤣 I just happen to open tumblr after 5 years, this is my 12 year old account whom I spent my teenage years (you can guess my age already 😂)and that one person I’m following reblogged your Sincerely yours series. AND GURL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN IN MY HECTIC BORING CORPORATE LIFE?!!! It’s been too loooong since I got invested like this for real😭 I am so intrigue, this is nothing like The Princess Diaries I used to read😒😂 and now I discover this gem called smut brrrr Guess what chapter I happen to read first, it’s the bora bora damn I was like, this series is fucking interesting I’m hooked and started reading from the very beginning. To that person who reblogged that chapter, thank you! And Saint, I love you! Muah💋

P.S I’m not following you yet, I don’t want to see the juicy spoilers 😁but I will, I PROMISE once I’m done teehee. And I just google this fucker Gojo Satoru (I’m in a chapter where I really despise him and Sera right now hahaha) he’s my wallpaper now btw and now I’m introducing him to my niece as my cheating rich handsome fiance so they’d stop calling me an old maiden😩

P.P.S can I share how I imagine yn’s style and appearance? It’s Kang Sa-Ra in kdrama A beauty Inside❤️ this is before I saw your curated aesthetic images for sn and yn hehe

it’s sooo interesting when people who don’t watch jjk actually read sn/sy 😭 i hope u know that they are very ooc in this series, and gojo isn’t like this at all HAHAJAJ also i haven’t watch that drama but the inspos for her fashion usually come from typical kdrama chaebols 😹

Anonymous said

I really wanted yn and Gojo to end up together because I’m a Gojo simp lmao. But if SN and SY with OG characters? honestly I don’t want the FL to end up with the ML I want them to go on their separate ways but have a healthy or civil coparenting their child. They’re both too broken to be together again but if they happen to have the strength to patch things up, I wish they’re already both healed to be together again.

If Gojo and YN is the endgame… Saint, I wonder how… And if they’re not… waaah

Anonymous said

This is a terrible thing to say but I'm toji x yn because i think it's the less worse option of gojo x yn. Both relationships have major issues but toji by comparison has less issues and can be salvage. Despite the titanic reference gojo made in sn19 their ship sunk and is staying at the bottom.

gojoyn or tojiyn, i think we can all agree that yn x therapy should come first 😫

@bellehalla said

this is not new but i will defend those Utahime haters because...i am one of them. first of all, why would you go after your friend's ex boyfriend. that itself is already questionable. then you go after an ex that your friend has a bad and complicated history with. apparently, that's not enough to set her head straight. then, you as a friend, know that this friend of yours is losing her shit, losing her mind over this dude and you're out here uwu catching feelings. BUT GREAT CHAPTER SAINT! <33

ahahaha i just know utahime wouldn’t give this much damn abt gojo in canon 😭 but sy!hime is a cassie

Anonymous said

Oh boy, your writing is so captivating! sn6 is the first chapter I've read as it's been released and what a chapter it has been... Thank you for doing this!

A question, I've seen in your profile that your type is INFP and as an mbti nerd have been wondering if you take the personality types of the characters when writing the story?

Sorry if the question has been asked before but I've just been very curious :)

tysm <33 i’m not very knowledgeable about mbti but i remember one of my readers who did a long post abt the characters mbti and why they make sense!! sorry i couldn’t find it anymore but it was during sn era, which is several months ago T^T

[pxppinmolly-archived]

I’ve done some thinking since this morning (last night?) and I decided to make a post.

This is by no means really a ‘call out post’ in the sense of like... Me wanting to start drama, or wanting a witch hunt or ‘cancelling’ someone. But more of the fact of me making something aware to the public that I tried to settle civilly but it’s come to my attention that my respect, privacy, and wishes are being violated still.

Now I reiterate, I do not want anyone sending them hate or any sort of harassment for me or in my name. I do not condone it and I am not trying to condone it. I am merely making my followers aware of an issue I have with someone, and if they choose to want to block/stop interacting, fine. If they still choose to interact regardless ... I don’t really care. I just want accountability and I don’t wanna sit on this and be forced to stay quiet, you know?

Do with this information what you will, because in the end I don’t care what your choice is and it doesn’t affect me personally very much. I just, again, want this to be made aware at the least and hoping with it out in the open that it may finally stop.

@/pinkpizza///pasta//spider//princess22 has in the past, and has continued, to steal content from me. She has been following me before she made her blog, and I even helped her in the creation of her RP blog and offered her help with certain RPC things, even. I know she has been following me for quite a while beforehand because she used to like all my content in my activity feed.

On her blog she has made HC posts that were similar to mine, but at one point she straight up just copy and pasted what I wrote and posted it as if she wrote it. I originally forgave her for it, because I am too kind for my own good and I felt for her since she seemed genuine and she was a long time follower and supporter of my content.

However, I was soon made aware that she has continued to steal my content, both via reblogging my queued posts (The aesthetics and musings) AND, more egregiously, copying my headcanons YET AGAIN but merely changing the wording/wording them herself. Not ONLY that, but even my OOC POSTS and some of my IC POSTS they would end up regurgitating the SAME THING but worded differently not too long after I posted them.

I decided and went and blocked both the sideblog and main account, and told them to stay off my blog and to stop taking my content. They sent me an anon apologizing to me, because Tumblr’s block system is a joke, and I once again told them to respect my wishes and stay off my blog.

However, it seems that they are still on my blog, as they have recently reblogged 95 percent of my queued posts from yesterday in the same order I posted them, on TOP of having the same ‘pride icon’ as me with the Italian flag. Which is also something I did last year. And, I forgot to mention, that they did also use the same theme I was using since the start of my blog that I only finally changed sometime last year.  Which, I didn’t mind at the time, but on top of EVERYTHING ELSE... It just makes me a lil’ :’/ yk?

But yes, it seems to me they are STILL lurking on my blog. Which, if you are reading this, mun, I am telling you once again to stay off my blog and stop taking my content.

On another note that isn’t related to me, however. I do want to say and point out the racism on their account with the ‘Italianese’, the mixing of Japanese and Italian. It’s possible to be mixed, certainly, but the way they portray and go about Molly being both of these is ... Insensitive, to put it lightly. It very well comes from a place of ignorance and, forgive me for saying, a ‘weaboo sense of Japanese culture’. Between the random mixing of Italian and Japanese words together to make ‘Italianese language’ and also just mixing both languages together, both even written improperly, the obvious ‘westernized view of japanese culture’ with the art and way they write it all, it’s just very ... Ignorant, in my opinion.

However, I will also state I am a white woman so I really can’t speak too much and say it’s racist, but I will say from my perspective and the perspective of others who I shared with seem to agree it DOES seem like it’s all coming from a place of ignorance. Again, if you ARE reading this, Mun, please reflect and take this information and work better.

I do not wish ill will on anyone involved. I don’t. This is just me taking a personal issue and making it public after trying to settle things as privately as I can prior without publicly name dropping, but since my wishes as I said are still being disrespected, I wanted to make it public so people were just made aware and also to hold some accountability.

Again, if you still want to interact that’s FINE. I don’t care. I just wanted this to be known instead of sitting on it and feeling like I can’t speak up about the mistreatment and unfairness I have been faced after being nothing but kind and respectful.