#like this is a scenario where you would be punished for doing the right thing considering the context and I wonder if that’s intentional

[dykedvonte]

Of all the themes in Mouthwashing, I think the themes of punishment and virtue are the most subtle.

It’s so odd because it’s a subversion where all the characters are punished for their virtues more than their flaws except Jimmy. Curly sees the best and people and tries to do right by all parties whether deserving or not. He is then forced to see everyone fall to their worst states while he can’t do anything. Daisuke is optimistic and hopeful, playful to a fault and a big morale. He dies in agony the one time he is forced to act in a serious event. Anya is kind and capable, knowledgeable in her field. Yet, she is treated like a dunce and does being treated like a dead weight.

The only characters who aren’t punished per se are those without direct virtues. Swansea is ornery and rude the moment we meet him, Jimmy is self explanatory. Yet, Swansea is still punished with Daisuke’s death, while Jimmy escapes in a way. Not having to face the final aftermath or even acknowledging how he could never really fix it. He suffers and is tormented, but he doesn’t really care because in his mind he didn’t fail in his head of proving something to Curly.

This is rambling y really but it really is the theme of no good deed but to the extreme. Good people punished for their attempts at virtue while the bad person victimizes themself over their suffering.

[lovetei]

hello! I love your work and I wanted to request (if it's possible) the continuation of that ask where the brothers get their backs blown by Dom!MC, I would like to see the same scenario with the undateables instead because that first ask WAS SOO GOOD

I forgot what work this is, how can I forget my own work 😭

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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DIAVOLO

He was busy signing paperworks in his room

Then you suddenly bursted in

You look... Disheveled

Your pupils are blown and your eyes are unfocused

You tried to wave it off, but he can be quiet good at extracting information

Oh, so you ate that.

Fuck

"Nghhh!!~ Ah— Hon!" He has good physique so he thought there would be no problem with helping you solve your...problem. You slapped your palm on his mouth and pounded harder.

"Mhm! Mhmpp!!" he's crying, he's fucking crying. You're abusing his hole so much, it hurts. His large hands gripped the metal bars of his bed, trying to get away just to be pulled back by the hair, "Don't do that, Hon..." You said in such a condescending tone while leaning on his shoulder.

BARBATOS

He's just peacefully cooking in the kitchen when you entered

And started eating every ingredient you find on sight

This is why he told you to not eat anything you see without knowing what it is first...

He felt like a common whore. Laying side ways on the messy counter, clothes still on with his pants just pulled down enough for a quick fuck, like a dirty sex bunny. He gripped the edge of the counter, "Haa~ ah— hic! Slow d-down...!" His tongue was lolled out and drool escaped on the corner of his mouth "Y-You're going to— AUGH!!~ dislocate my hips!!~"

His hands immediately slapped on his mouth as soon as you started ramming harder. With such big cock slammed in his poor hole and your finger pressing so rough on that one spot, cum oozed down his cock and added to the puddle on the floor.

SIMEON

Huh?

Oh no! MC, maybe there's another way.

None, so you bent him over.

"T-This is ugh!!~~ cruel~!" His tongue lolled out in such a lewd way. Your cock plunged deep, and deep and deep in him as you hold him up in the air, legs bent to touch his chest.

"Why are you acting so holy now, angel~" you dropped him on the bed and lifted his hips, just how he likes it. His glasses fell upwards as he let out a moan meant for porn "You like this position right?~"

He nodded feverishly, "Mhm hm!~ The bestt— Ngh!!~~" What a well trained slut.

SOLOMON

Oh this...

This is all too familiar...

He just...

He just got pounded yesterday...

He can't possibly-

"AaAhhh— Can't b-breath! N-Noo—" just as he was clawing at your arm that is tightly wrapped around his neck, your hand pressed on his cock head, blocking his cum from coming out.

He looked at you in disbelief "Y-You won't do that... I... I've been getting punished since yesterday you won't—" as you give his ass a last thrust, right into his prostate. He felt his balls tightening and he arched his back screaming. "Let go! A-Ahh!~ please I'm begging y-yOu!!"

MEPHISTOPHELES

How I-is that supposed to be any of his business.

You ate that because you wanted to!

Yes, he handed it to you! It's not like he knows it has his much effect...

It's pathetic, utterly pathetic how wide he's spreading his legs for you, how hard he's gripping your shoulders for leverage because he's sure he would move away from you from how hard you're pounding him, and that's the least thing he wanted.

"H-Hate me you said! Y-You said you hate me!!~~" He was just pouting nonsense, it's always like this, good dick turns them dumb. He was sobbing, tearing up "I-Is that why— AUGH!~ you're b-bullying me..?!~~"

RAPHAEL

How unfortunate he is to be your target reliever

To be honest, you haven't tainted him as much as the others

So maybe... This is a good chance

He didn't know how you convinced him to wear it, this heavy metal collar and chain leash it's... "Raphael~ where does it hurt? Does it hurt here?" You teased while pointing at his cock.

"J-Just be quick..." He held his cock between his thighs as if protecting it from any further stimulation making you snicker. He then leaned down, his face planted on the pillow. Oh~ he's a fast learner.

THIRTEEN

This is insane

At first, she laughed at you

And then...

She felt the danger

She's moaning so desperately, how unlike of her. "P-Pounding so rough!!~ show some r-respect!" her words are muffled behind the thick blanket she kept her face covered with. "Huuuhh??~" Your tone is degrading as your pace quickened.

"Knowing you're the one who offered your cunt, you sure talk big about respect." you heard her growl making you chuckle as you slap her ass. "You seem to like that blanket so much, you should take it as my gift. I'll—" Pound "Make sure to leave my scent in it."

[pastelclovds]

thinking about red riding hood laios with big bad wolf shifter!reader…

cw: forest sex, knotting, male!reader, size difference (reader is 3 ft taller than laios), blood (laios gets scratched a bit sooo), reader and laios are obsessed with each other, cock slut laios, everything’s planned cause laios and reader are FREAKS

your laios looked gorgeous in the outfit you hand picked for him to wear in this… lewdly hot scenario he wanted to act out with you.

you knew how fascinated laios was of you, especially with your abilities to transform into any creature at will. you also knew just how blunt he was when it came to his needs, and you willingly fulfilled every single one of his wishes. no matter how outlandish they were. your laios was a creative, horny nerd.

you were enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence one day when out of the blue he asked you, “have we ever had sex in the woods before?”

that question made you cough out your water as laios looked up at you with curious eyes that quickly turned dark. ravenous scenarios popping up in his head left and right. you knew that smile of innocence was fake as he asked you if you wanted to “try something”. you didn’t refuse, of course.

and that’s how you ended up here.

naked. in your werewolf form. in the middle of the woods. secluded far away from prying eyes. at midnight where the moon was high and creating light bright enough to make the forest visible. but even if it didn’t, your night vision would’ve helped you.

and even if you didn’t have your vision, you could track laios’ scent from miles away. it smells like a mix of nuts and spices. it’s so addicting, you would die happy if it suffocated you.

your cock is already leaking pre at the sight of his ridiculously short frivolous red skirt barely being able to cover his satin panties. the cape attached to his hood sways as he takes cautious steps over leaves and puddles.

he isn’t carrying kensuke or any other weapon in his basket. just snacks, tissues, and containers of water for after the fun. the fact that he trusts you that much that you’ll protect him makes your heart and cock throb.

when laios purposely steps on a branch, its crunch filling the deafening silence of the forest, it was your signal to make yourself known. your paw makes a loud thump as you step foot from your place behind the tree.

laios trembled in both fear and excitement at the sight of your towering form. the sharp claws on your hands scraping against the bark of the tree, your fluffy chest rising and dropping from your heavy breathing, and tail raised in anticipation.

his eyes drift to the hardened cock hanging between your furry thighs, your balls heavy and ready to be emptied, and your dilated pupils say everything else. hungry. savage. predatory.

show time.

laios turns his heel and bolts away from you. you let out a low growl as you lower your body, place your palms on the ground, and dart after your mate like a wolf chasing its prey. with your increased speed and stamina, laios only ran off ten feet before he was tackled. he gasps when his chest hits the ground.

he’s still as a rock when he feels your claws grip onto his cape. he glances up behind at you in false terror. your razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as you grin devilishly at him.

“what’s a pretty thing like you doing in my woods? don’t you know better than to go inside someone’s home unannounced? naughty boy…~” you said mischievously, you suddenly flip laios on his back, making him squeak in surprise. you could clearly see the raging boner tenting his skirt, a tiny wet spot growing from where his twitching cock spilled pre. he quickly closed his legs to block your view, cheeks blooming in red.

“i believe that rude intruders—” you effortlessly push his legs apart and teared his skirt to shreds, laios cried out in embarrassment as now all he had to cover his privates was his satin panties, “should be punished.”

laios eyes tear up as he pleads, “i-i didn’t know this forest belonged to you. please have mercy!” you laugh cruelly as you lean down to lick his salty tears away. his belly twitches from where your claw rests above his waistband before tearing his panties in two as well. now he’s completely vulnerable beneath your gaze, his cock laying uselessly against his stomach.

“you really are adorable, naively believing you’ll go scott free by saying a simple please.” you flip laios on his chest once again, raising his ass in the air with your palms on his waist, as if he weight nothing. laios grows unbelievably harder. he wishes he had superhuman abilities like you. you were so strong and powerful and cool and hot— GODS he wanted you to take him already. he freezes when he feels your throbbing cock against his ass.

he wanted to be used for all he’s worth, filled to the brim with hot cum, he loved how your knots forced his hole to stretch out in order to pop inside, oh he loved you so so much—

laios sobbed when he felt the tip of your cock prod his well lubed hole, one of your hands left his waist to roughly press against his back so that only his ass was up, obediently presenting to you like a bitch in heat. he felt your labored breaths against the back of his neck as you growled out, “you’re mine, pretty thing.”

laios claws at the dirt below him as he felt you slip inside him inch after glorious inch. he yelped when the head of your cock nuzzled right against his prostate. you knew laios was ready to start, so you didn’t bother with waiting to begin.

you started with a quick but rough pace that left laios moaning helplessly at the great pleasure you gave him. pulling out a few inches before slamming into your mates tight hole, balls slapping wetly against laios’ ass as pre drips from his cock and makes a puddle of whiteish liquid on the dirt. without warning, laios cums. his body halting abruptly as his climax washes over his body, his eyes roll back when you don’t cease your thrust. overstimulation prodding at his nerves like the head of your cock hitting his prostate at every thrust.

you pull your head back to listen for anyone nearby, thankfully you don’t. probably because the only thing your senses can focus on is laios. your fingers brushing his hair, your nose overwhelmed with the smell of sex and sweat, laios loud moans and whimpers filling the silence of the forest, your eyes hyper focused on the sight of your pelvis lewdly slapping against his ass. nobody else mattered at that moment but him. your gorgeous laios.

you groan when laios tightened around you, your pace faltering as you felt your belly grow hot and your knot thickening at the base of your cock. laios’ toes curl when he feels your knot catch on the rim of his asshole, a pure euphoric smile overtaking his features as pleasured tears fill his eyes.

“i’m close, i’m gonna fill you up. would’cha like that, pretty thing?” you managed to ask, laios frantically nods his head in a ‘yes’ motion as he grinds against your growing knot. “yes yes, please do it! i-i’m gonna—” white pleasure crashes into him again just as your knot pops past his abused rim, locking you inside him as ropes of warm cum fill him until he felt full and hot. Laios’ legs give up holding his weight as he laid weightlessly on the ground, your palms are the only reason why his ass is in the air. your balls clench for the last time, finally releasing all you had into him before going flaccid.

laios whines when you attempt to pull out, streams of your cum leaking out of him. “nooo, stay inside. you feel so warm, so good— hah-” laios pleads, desperately grinding against the base of your cock, trying to find your knot to plug him up again. you chuckle under your breath, you should’ve known one round wouldn’t be enough to satisfy your mate.

laios whimpers when he feels your cock slowly harden inside his loose hole.

a/n: I’M BAAAAACK ⁉️ hope you enjoyed :)

[subleop]

100 Kinky asks 😈

Top bottom or vers?

Dom, sub, switch?

On a scale of 0 to 10 how kinky would you say you are?

How many people have you had sex with last year?

What size is your penis?

When was your most recent boner?

When did you last cum?

How often do you jerk off?

What is the last thing you jerked off to?

Where did you last cum?

Are you hornier in the morning or evening?

What are your 3 favorite kinks?

What are your limits?

What kink would you most like to try?

What kink have you tried but didn’t enjoy?

Do you have a master/sub?

What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?

Favorite piece of underwear you own?

What underwear would you like to buy/be gifted? (pics welcome)

What underwear are you wearing right now and how long have you been wearing it?

Have you ever been wearing a jock or a thong to work?

Have you ever gone to work commando?

What socks are you wearing right now and how long have you been wearing them?

What shoes are you wearing right now and how long have you been wearing them?

Have you ever sniffed someone else’s underwear, socks or sneakers? Or made someone sniff yours?

Have you ever come inside a sock? A sneaker/boot?

Are you into body smells? What kind?

Are you into pits?

How hairy are you?

Do you prefer hairy or smooth?

Do you like being shaven by a dom/shaving a sub?

Do you like humiliation?

Do you enjoy exposing a sub/being exposed?

Do you like dirty talk? What names do you like calling/being called by?

Do you like spitting/being spitted on?

Do you like being punished/punishing a sub?

Do you enjoy receiving/inflicting pain? How strong?

What is your favorite pain instrument?

Do you like giving a spanking/getting spanked?

Do you like slapping/getting slapped?

Have you ever gotten marks/given a sub marks from impact play?

Would you hit a sub’s balls/let someone hit your balls?

Do you like chastity?

Have you ever worn a chastity device/been a keyholder? For how long?

Are you wearing a cage/keeping someone locked right now?

What is your favorite chastity device? Do you own any?

Do you like cock rings?

Do you like choking/being choked? How strong?

Do you like breath control?

Do you enjoy gas masks?

Have you ever tried poppers? Do you like that?

Do you like ass play?

What’s the largest thing you have fitted in your ass/someone else’s ass?

Do you own any ass toys? Which kind?

What’s your favorite thing to put inside your ass/someone’s ass?

Do you like getting fingered? How many fingers can you fit?

Do you like fist? Have you ever tried?

Is there anything in your ass right now?

What’s your prepping routine? Are you naturally clean?

Do you like rimming? Being rimmed?

Have you ever worn a toy in public?

Do you own any fetish gear?

Are you into leather?

Are you into spandex?

Do you own a rubber suit?

Are you into pup play? Do you own any gear?

Do you like putting a collar on a sub/being collared up?

Do you like holding your sub on a leash/being leashed up?

Do you like tying up/being tied up?

Do you own any bondage gear? What’s your favorite?

How long have you ever kept someone/been tied up?

Do you enjoy sensory deprivation?

Do you like putting a gag on a sub/being gagged?

Do you like mummification?

Do you like tickle torture?

Do you like consensual non-consensual?

Do you like role play? What scenario turns you on?

Do you like piss/watersports? How hard do you like it?

Have you ever tasted your own piss?

Have you ever tasted another man’s piss? Has another man ever tasted your own?

Have you ever pissed yourself/made someone piss themselves for fun?

Do you get turned on at public urinals?

Do you get turned on pissing in public/seeing other men piss in public?

Are you into farting on someone/being farted on?

Have you ever farted on someone/been farted on for fun?

Are you into scat? How hard would you like to go?

Have you ever tried scat play?

Have you ever given/received a blumpkin?

Are you into sounding?

What’s your darkest fantasy?

Do you like anonymous public sex? Ever tried a glory hole?

Have you ever visited a gay bathhouse? A cruising bar?

Have you ever attended an orgy?

Have you ever attended a fetish event?

Have you ever had sex with a straight friend?

Do you watch porn often? What’s your favorite way to watch it?

Do you read smut?

Do you have many kinky friends? Do your friends now you’re kinky?

Do you have a kinky partner?

Truth or dare? 😈

[whereisthelxmbsauce]

Why should I care anymore?

SAGAU x Reader

Little heads up: characters may be OOC due to me just getting into SAGAU after not visiting genshin since Sumeru. Anything past that will be heavily OOC. This work contains some details of reader's mental health deteriorating, so do keep that in mind!

You've read a lot of SAGAU stories before. A genshin player gets transported into Genshin Inpact and is hailed as a god. It usually ends well, even if they may have body doubles. There's usually golden blood to prove your innocence. And after that, you'll be pampered and spoiled by your acolytes, right? Other than that, it's usually smooth sailing once you've been shown to have golden blood. "It sounded like fun" you once thought.

That was until you found yourself in the world of Genshin Impact. The moment you showed yourself in Mondstadt, you were immediately branded as an imposter. You predicted that; that's how things usually go.

One thing you didn't predict though was how fast the news spread. You were hunted down in Liyue, almost killed in Inazuma. God, you don't even want to remember what happened in the other nations. You knew how things played out, and it still hurt especially since it's actually hapoening to you.

You were genuinely hopeful at first. You genuinely wanted to befriend them at first. You wanted to play out those scenarios you've read about, maybe even develop romantic relationships if you're lucky. But after having weapons and magic hurled at your direction for who knows how long at this point, it pushed you to your breaking point.

"Honestly, why would I care about them after going through all of this?" you thought. Then when you start to bleed gold, they'll suddenly make a complete 180 and start to worship you. That thought didn't sit right with you. It was nice to think about at first, but after experiencing it for yourself, it sickened you.

Your time finally came. You were surrounded by many people, some of them being characters you used to spoil and play as, some of them being your favourites. It sickened you... It sickened you to the core. Even the traveler, who has been your first chosen vessel, couldn't defend you. They knew you were innocent, but against the entirety of Teyvat under the influence of the imposter, they couldn't do much despite their status.

"Stop it right there, imposter." The acting grandmaster's voice reached your ears. After hearing news of an imposter somewhere, many of them have been relentlessly following you. You have been wandering aimlessly, trying to get away. But much to your misfortune, you ended up where you came from. "We have you surrounded."

You tried to run away from their attempts to capture you but were shot by an arrow flying at your direction. That was when they finally saw the golden blood, your golden blood. Suddenly, their weapons lowered, all the firing stopped, and everyone bowed down in apologies. How funny. They see a speck of yellow, now they're on their knees.

Once they finally saw the truth, the False God was disposed of and you took over. They all apologized, offered gifts and prayed to you. Everything turned out well, right? You were treated like a god. People came to you for help. Then why do you feel so apathetic? You got your rightful place on the throne back, you were treated like royalty. Shouldn't all that make you happy?

For your godly status as the creator, it shouldn't have been a surprise to you when they finally started to ask for your help.

"Your grace, please help our family!"

"Your grace, please bless us!"

It was quick for them to turn to you for help, as if they didn't try to kill you before. You were a benevolent, forgiving god to them. You didn't have the heart nor the energy to punish them especially after recent events, which they mistook for as forgiveness. You didn't have the energy to interact with or correct them, nor did you care. Not anymore.

So you decided to try and seclude yourself from your followers. If they could attack you for who knows how long just because you wore the same face as their god, who wasn't even the real one in the first place, then they can handle being on their own.

"Your Grace, would you like to take a walk? You've been isolating yourself for a long time." You recognized that voice belonging to Nahida. Your most loyal followers have been visiting you daily for a while now. Leaving gifts for you, trying to convince you to go outside.

But honestly, how could you face them, especially after what they did? They begged for forgiveness profusely, they begged hard. But you knew it all. You knew at any time things could go bad again. They hurt you, so how can you forgive them? After all the effort you put in farming just so they could get stronger, they do this? They didn't even bother to check if the creator they had on the throne was the real thing. How incompetent of them.

Not everything ends up well, huh? You wanted the idealized world in those fanfics you read at night. But you got this; you became this—whatever this is. You became an apathetic, reclusive, hurt god, one damaged by the very people that followed you dearly.

No matter what they did for you, you remained uncaring. And why should you anyway? They almost killed you. You have every right to feel this way.

"Why bother with this world anymore? All my efforts to help them grow were meaningless, just as this world is." You made a mental note to delete Genshin Impact once you find a way home. You were done with this game.

[uyuuma]

“ THE MOVIE'S NOT THAT SCARY ”

bigbro!choso x fem!reader ღ MDNI.

❥ summary. you and yuji itadori have been best friends since middle school. you often came over for movie nights with him and his big brother. little does yuji know about the things you and his big bro have been up to.

❥ warnings. nsfw, female anatomy, slight age gap, doing stuff under the covers next to yuji, etc.

❥ a/n. i've been thinking of this scenario for a while. was super fun to write about, ive become a choso girlie in recent times :)

❥ wc. 2.3k

"Yo, you still on for movie night?" A voice calls out from behind you.

You turn around and see that it's Yuji, your best friend. You adjust the bag strap on your shoulder and smile at the familiar face.

"Yes, of course!" You replied enthusiastically.

Yuji has been your friend all the way back from middle school. You transferred as a new student and he was the first person to introduce himself. You guys quickly became close friends because of his kind and extroverted demeanor.

Yuji had an ongoing tradition with you where you guys would have movie nights on Fridays. It was mostly held at his house since he had the bigger TV. Throughout middle and high school you guys would excitedly choose a movie and watch it after a long week of school, wrapping up the week in a fun celebration.

Sometime in your senior year of high school, some things changed in Yuji's household. His older half-brother, Choso, moved into the house with Yuji. You could remember the day like it was yesterday, the first time you laid eyes on the pale man.

He was around 7 years older than you from what Yuji told you. Already long graduated college before you even started. You felt something inside you spark when you first saw him, you weren't really sure what it was though. It could've been his stoic face or perhaps how he towered over you in height. But something made you feel giddy whenever you were around him.

Choso began to join in on movie nights, around the time you were 19. Calmly resting on one side of you, with Yuji engulfed in the movie on the other side of the couch. Yuji was always too immersed into the movie to notice how you and Choso would share glances at each other every now and then. It even flew right over his head when you started to wear skimpier outfits when coming over as well. How your oversized t-shirts and sweats turned into tight lacy-tank tops and booty shorts that accentuated your ass just right. I mean, it wasn't his fault because Yuji never saw you in that way.

Oh, but Choso did. He noticed how exchanging glances turned into you nudging your hand against his, or how you playfully rubbed your foot against his leg. How your clothes became increasingly revealing every week or how you would cling to him at the scary part of a movie.

Choso was experienced, he could tell how hard you were trying to get his attention. He found it extremely adorable at your attempts to flirt with him. He would often let out a quiet chuckle or make clever remarks that would make you get butterflies in your tummy.

It wasn't long before you and Choso started to mess around. How Yuji never noticed how you two would disappear halfway into the movie for an hour, was beyond you. It was a common occurrence for you to tease Choso under the blanket too much, making him excuse himself that he had to lay down in his room from a 'headache'. He would then shoot you a glare and squeeze hard onto your thigh, signaling to you that you better follow. You would then excuse yourself a couple of minutes later so that you could use the bathroom.

Really you were headed to Choso's room, where he would bury his cock into you until you begged him for mercy. Your body spasming from his ruthless pounding, covered in sweat. After he felt like you received the correct punishment for whatever you did that pissed him off, he would quickly clean up to join back with Yuji. You would follow him, the stench of sex still all over you. But, Yuji never seemed to notice.

That still applied to your current situation. You were sitting in between the boys, blanket on your lap as it extended to Choso's. Yuji didn't use a blanket, he just had his favorite pillow on his lap. Tonight Choso recommended that you guys watch a horror film. Yuji put on the original 'Scream' excitedly, since he enjoyed cheesy horror flicks.

A little into the movie Yuji had already become absorbed into the plot, not paying any mind to the two of you. That was when you felt Choso's arm move behind you. You believed it to be him just putting his arm around your shoulder so you leaned into him. That was when you stifled a gasp from exiting your mouth as you felt his warm fingers pull at your shorts.

You look up at him, holding back a whimper as he snaked his hand through the back of your shorts. His fingers found their way to your panties, skillfully parting it out of the way. He used his middle finger to gently rub against your clit, hoping to get you wet. It worked as you easily became soaked from his touch.

He smirked and kept his eyes on the TV, moving one of his digits along your slit. You squeezed your legs together from the warm sensation and leaned into Choso's shoulder. You fought back a moan by gripping onto his sleeve.

Choso then plunges his slender and long middle finger into your soft cunt. He gave out a muffled groan disguised as him clearing his throat as he felt himself become hard from the sensation alone. Something about how your pussy sucked in his finger made him want to fuck you right then and there. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible at this very moment.

Feeling how your pussy squeezed his finger and legs quivered from his touch made him add another finger. It made you gasp, feeling him slowly insert his ring finger inside of you, gasp audibly enough for Yuji to pick up on it.

"Hah, looks like you still find horror movies scary." Yuji said teasingly, looking over briefly. He turned to face the TV, still being clueless as to what was going on.

You gave out a nervous giggle in response and moved to look back at the TV, trying not to break the act.

However, Choso would not let up as he started to move his fingers inside of you. You squeezed your thighs together as he finger-fucked your little hole. His fingers began to grind against your walls as he curled them to hit your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he hit that spot relentlessly, trying to get you to make more noise.

Choso loved to humiliate you, so he worked his damned hardest to get you to let out your sweet moans. He knew Yuji was too stupid to catch on, he just simply wanted you to feel embarrassed.

That was when he quickened the pace, your wetness starting to cover his fingers in slick. A familiar wet slapping sound began to seep from beneath the blanket, as he moved his fingers aggressively into your needy cunt. You quickly glanced at Yuji, knowing for certain he could hear that.

"Damn, the sound effects in this movie are pretty realistic." Yuji said as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth.

You become hot in the face knowing your lewd little cunt was making sounds loud enough that Yuji could hear it.

"Yeah, I guess they know what it sounds like to rearrange someone's guts." Choso said with a smirk. His voice was nonchalant, but you knew it was his sadistic way of poking fun at you.

You suck in air through your teeth annoyedly, closing your eyes, trying to relax as best as you could.

Unfortunately for you, Choso would give you no moment of reprieve as he timed his fingers curling and stroking your sweet spot along with the biggest jumpscare of the movie.

You let out a shocked moan, gripping onto Choso's bicep harder. You hid your face in Choso's chest in embarrassment, trying to slink away from Yuji as much as possible.

"Woah, calm down. The movie's not that scary." Yuji was surprised by your sudden reaction. He looked at how you clutched onto his big brother for safety and just smiled. He was glad you at least could find relief in Choso. Unbeknownst to him, you were fighting for your life not to spasm uncontrollably and cum all over Choso's fingers. Yuji returned his attention to the movie.

Choso was now painfully hard under the blanket, his erection going untouched for quite some time now. He hissed, feeling himself become constrained in his boxers. The pace at which he was moving his fingers started to slow down as he readjusted himself next to you. He moved his legs so that they were spread out beneath the blanket.

You could tell that meant he was hard and you looked up at him to see what he wanted next. Your eyes were met with his normal, expressionless gaze. The light from the TV perfectly illuminated his face to where he looked almost intimidating. He then bent down enough to where he could whisper into your ear.

"I want to fuck your throat." His breath was hot against your ear.

You looked at him, trying to see if he was being serious. He was. He guided you with his left hand to feel how stiff his cock was. You gulped and looked down at his lap, gently rubbing against his erection. He let out a low groan and leaned back against the couch, still keeping his fingers inside you.

You look at Yuji real quick and wait for something scary to happen again in the movie. As soon as you heard a woman shriek on the TV, you quickly hid under the blanket, resting your head on Choso's lap.

You could hear Yuji's muffled laughing from beneath the cover, him buying into your act that you were hiding from the movie.

You then watched as Choso took his left hand to free himself from his sweatpants and underwear, his dick was flushed at the tip and throbbing. You took a deep breath and inched closer toward it, licking lightly on his tip. You could taste the salty precum start to cover your tongue as well as how his abs flexed from your touch. You slowly took him into your mouth, letting your saliva coat his cock. You could tell he was getting annoyed from how slow you were moving because he bucked his pelvis into your face, catching you off guard. You choked a little but quickly caught up to the pace he wanted.

Feeling your slutty throat engulf his cock from under the blanket made him go feral. He went back to fucking your cunt with his fingers. He almost let out a guttural moan from the sensation of your two holes tightening around him. Instead, he just held his mouth and chin with his hand to muffle his sounds. He feigned a bored look on his face, almost as if he was falling asleep, but really he was occupied with how amazing your mouth felt.

His thrusts into your pussy matched the pace that you swallowed him, he was entranced trying to help the both of you cum together.

You too, became absorbed in the moment. Forgetting that outside of the blanket was innocent Yuji, who knew nothing of what was going on. You were caught up in sliding your tongue skillfully along Choso's length and feeling how your throat molded to the shape of his cock.

Choso could feel your saliva start to drip down into his boxers and the feeling was so lewd that his body tensed up. He began to struggle holding in his sounds and jittery movements, he knew he needed to finish or he'd lose it.

His fingers curled against your sensitive spot again, this time he mixed it with quick thrusts, making you moan around his cock. The sound was luckily unheard because the movie was playing loud music. The moan caused vibrations in your throat, which made Choso's eyes dart to the back of his skull. He was so fucking close to busting down your throat, he could feel it coming.

He added a third finger into your sopping wet cunt and continued to massage the spot that he knew so well. This was the final straw for you as you felt your orgasm crash down in waves. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as you came, your legs spasming uncontrollably and your toes curled.

He also reached ecstasy after feeling you squeeze him. He thrusted into your mouth and came as far down your throat as he possibly could. You could feel his hot, thick load spurt into your throat as you struggled to swallow.

After both of you regaining composure and calming your breathing Choso slowly withdrew his fingers from your tired cunt as well as you cleaning him off gently with your mouth. He tucked himself back into his sweats and you took that as a sign to come out of the blanket for some fresh air.

You came out, lights from the TV blinding you temporarily. As your vision adjusted you can see Yuji looking down at you.

"Aw, you missed the ending of the movie." He said slightly disappointed. He took note of your disheveled appearance, hair all tangled and mascara slighting ruined. "You must've been really scared, huh?" He asked worried about you.

"Ah, yeah I should've warned you that I don't handle horror movies that well." You said nervously, trying to comb your hair with your fingers.

"It's alright, I just hope you won't have any nightmares tonight!" Yuji said as he stood up, starting to clear the dishes off the coffee table.

"Don't worry lil bro, I don't think she's getting that much sleep tonight anyways." Choso said with a wide smirk. He winked at you and slid his slick covered fingers into his mouth to taste it.

You watched as he savored your flavor on his tongue, his eyes not moving off of yours.

You guessed you were probably sleeping over tonight.

[rabotimagines]

*drags myself into your inbox like a dying fish* please, if you have any crumbs of Skywarp I will explode in joy. Anything with him going feral or being feral for his hot cybertronian conjunx, anything, he’s stupid and that’s how I like ‘em

Y'all are soooooo lucky I'm a huge pervert.

"Bully" GN BOT Reader x Skywarp

Summary: Autobot Reader sexually bullies Skywarp a bit while choking him out with their thighs.

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario 🔞

Warnings: MDNI, you choke Skywarp out with your thighs. So mild breath play on Skywarp, dirty talk, making Skywarp overload for you.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: This is with playful flirty Autobot reader that all the Cons are horny about, Readers servos are bound almost the entire encounter. (Reader has the control in this situation, though), Skywarp gets even dumber when he's being praised (Dangerous I know.)

Skywarp was excited- he was so fragging excited! They actually caught you! All they needed to do was get a hold of that roughed up microscope and threaten him a bit. Then you'd offered yourself up as a captive if Skywarp let him leave alive. So, of course, he tossed the scope, and you'd surrendered to Thundercracker just like that.

They'd yoinked the human thing that Megatron wanted them to grab, the energon cubes, and most importantly, you before leaving. Now, they were hunkered down at one of the power plant things they'd destroyed earlier the week, waiting for Megatron and the others. Rumble told Soundwave they'd gotten you, and Soundwave told Megatron- and yeah, Skywarp got it! Just- Skywarp really wants some time with ya himself! Y'know! He's been trying to get some time with you for fragging actual earth months!

And Thundercrackers not letting Skywarp do anything with you! It's not fair! What does it matter if Megatron would notice- Okay, maybe it does matter a little tiny tiny bit. But! Skywarp wouldn't ruin you or nothing! He could totally just warm ya up for Megatron. Yeah! Totally! Even Rumble agreed with Thundercracker that they'd totally get slagged if they did anything with ya before Megatron- and whatever! Skywarp went off muttering curses and destroyed a wall.

Skywarp was on duty to watch you while Rumble and Thundercracker kept a look out for the Autodorks. And Thundercracker only left after telling him a final time not to do anything with ya. Skywarp wouldn't. He hated it, but he was loyal to Megatron first. (As much as it fragging annoyed the slag outta him right now.) So he's glaring at the wall, totally making sure not to look at your frame. They'd bound your servos above your helm and against a pillar with some lying around scrap so ya wouldn't run. And you were sitting with your thighs spread out.

Modesty panel right on display for Skywarp to gawk at.

"Enjoying the view?" Skywarp cycled his optics at your question. He looked up from where he'd started staring again and met your gaze. You narrowed your optics and smiled at Skywarp- just like how you smiled at him on the battlefield. And both Skywarp's engines want to rev.

"Yeah, I fragging am. Might as well cause Megatrons coming, and I'm not gonna enjoy you for a while." Skywarp admitted fully turning to openly stare between your spread legs.

"Oh? ...Don't feel like a battlefield quickie?" Skywarp's optics snap wide, and he stares up at your faceplate. And your smile just widens. "Oh C'mon, why don't you-" You spread your thighs further apart. "Get a taste, at least?" When he actually realizes what you said, Skywarp's engines do rev this time.

... Skywarp couldn't get in trouble if he didn't spike or get spiked, right?

"Don't wanna sample even?" You tilted your hips a touch, and Skywarp decided he totally couldn't get punished if he just tasted you. It was just his glossia and mouth, after all. Yeah. It's totally reasonable. He wouldn't even need to find your manual release! You were offering it!

Skywarp warps over enjoying how your optics widen when he was suddenly much closer and on his knees in front of you. His servos grab your legs, and he's shoving his helm between your thighs. "Wanna taste." He admits easily, and he waits for you to get with the programming and pop your panel- and your smile curls further and your optics brighten a touch. And Skywarp can feel himself getting hot and bothered over you already-

And you snapped your thighs closed around his neck and trapped his faceplate right against your modesty panel.

Skywarp grunts when your thighs tighten down on him enough that his vents don't come out as smooth as they definitely should. His servos latch back onto the sides of your thighs when you talk again. "Great! Start tasting my modesty panel, then Skywarp." You physically grind against Skywarps faceplate, and Skywarp's spike jumps to attention behind his own panel.

This was not what he thought you meant-! You huffed a laugh, and a sexy moan comes out of you- And Skywarp suddenly thinks he's alright with this too! Skywarp opens his mouth and laps his glossia against your modesty panel. And yeah, tastes like armor- but the fact that it's your modesty panel has him grabbing your thighs tighter. Skywarp shifts his helm with the tiny bit of give you'd given him when he started tasting you to run his glossia along the edge of where your panel met your inner thigh. His glossia barely reaching the sensitive inner part, and you rock against his faceplate again.

Skywarp's wings twitch when you groan because of him.

Skywarp's own panel pulls back, and you perk up at the sound. "Oh- getting hot already from just the little taste?" You chuckled, staring down at where Skywarp was trapped between your thighs. You squeezed back down on his helm and neck, and you actually rocked his helm side to side gently. "What? You like me telling you what to do? Oh babe, I can tell you to do a bit more than that." Skywarp huffed against your panel, his vent coming out a bit strained. His own helm feeling foggy the longer you'd kept your thighs locked around him. You stopped rocking him when you start talking again. "Frot your spike against the ground for me."

Huh-!? Like he was- what? A desperate cyberhound or somethin'?!

"Oh, you can do it- don't you wanna be good for me?" Your em field started dragging down Skywarp's helm along with the question. Field dipping across his helm and caressing him. And Skywarp finds he really does wanna be good for you. He does. He- he can do that.

Skywarp lets his hips sink a bit till his hard spike finally drags against the ground. Skywarp grunts at the rougher stimulation. Not all that sure he'd keep up with the idea- "Good boy!" You coo when Skywarp does it. And basically any thought of him not keeping up with what you say goes flying right out his helm. You loosened your thighs a little, and his next vent is now a full one. And his helm feels like it's steaming on the inside. "Keep going- that's it, Skywarp." You urged him so sweet- So Skywarp keeps rutting his hips against the power plant floor.

You start slowly rocking your hips against his faceplate, and Skywarp's glossia finds the notches of your modesty panel, and he starts tracing it. Skywarp's wings twitch when your em field trails down his back and- Frag. Skywarp moaned against your panel when your field starts outlining along the shape of his wings- his plating winds tighter and tighter every soft rock against you and the floor.

"Wish my panel was pulled back? Wish I was pressing my valve into your faceplate instead?" Your tone is light, but it's smug- like you know the answer already - But maybe ya didn't actually? Frag, his processor was slowing down right now.

He should let you know, right? Yeah-! You need to know how badly he wants ya.

"Ye-!" Your thighs tightening hard, ends up cutting off Skywarp. His servos grip your thighs tighter, and then you slack once more, making him pant and gasp right against your panel. Skywarp's spike drags against the floor again in a way that makes him groan. Skywarp can feel his valve starting to drip behind himself from neglect and from how fragging hot all this was.

"But I think you'd actually look cuter choking on my spike like this. All pretty and gagged while I frag your mouth. Till you can't think about anything else but my spike kissing your intake." You coo, and your em field runs down Skywarp's back and wraps around his wings- and his spike throbs against the ground when your thighs squeeze down on his helm further. His wings hike up high from the maddening stimulation that he can't properly move away from or further into!

Slag-!

"You can overload for me like this, right?" You ask, and Skywarp keens because frag he just might-

"C'mon Skywarp, you're practically cleaning my modesty panel with your glossia. If you overload right here for me, I'll pull my thighs away and let you vent correctly." Your thighs wrap down so tight again and- You rut your pelvis forward, and your modesty panel grinds down on his faceplate again. A string of oral lubricant slides down Skywarp's jaw when his glossia presses flat against your panel. "You're doing so good so far. C'mon Sweetspark, you can do it." You say, and your em field drags along his wings, and Skywarp can't not overload right there for you.

Skywarp tenses and groans. His overload wringing out of himself with a gasp when your thighs slack. The rapid gasping vents he takes in against you make his helm and overload feel even warmer, and it's like his whole frames light- Frag it all. Skywarp's spike throbs against the floor. His transfluid smearing against his spike when he softly ruts through his own overload.

"Good boy." Your servos move to pet his helm- your digits fanned along his plating with your hot em field following along.

Slag- yeah, that- That was a good fragging sample for Skywarp. Skywarp continued to huff and pant against your panel, waiting for his spark to stop jittering from how hard he'd just overloaded. Your servos rubbed against the back of his neck-

... Skywarp's overworked processor started to pick up speed the longer he vented fully.

... Wait, your servos-?

Skywarps thoughts cut short when his frame was forcibly put into forced stasis. His frame slacking and any thoughts he had going dark along with the rest of him.

-

You huffed when he finally went limp in your lap and pulled your plug out of Skywarps medical plug-in. You glanced around the empty power plant and started hauling Skywarp off of your pelvis.

Your modesty panel was pretty much drenched in Skywarp's oral lubricant. And your outer thighs had his servo imprints left in them.

Eh, whatever. It was better than your valve being sore, so you'd take it.

You'd be getting the frag out of here before the other two realized you were free. You were trying to limit yourself to one sexually charged encounter with a con per month. You were not going to suddenly make it three. "Ha, thanks for being so good for me, Skywarp." You praised the unresponsive mech with a pat on the wing. Enjoying how the wing twitched under your touch.

Now to go get a hold of your friends so they don't waste a rescue when you don't need one.

... And to wash the seeker spit off your modesty panel.

[returnofeternity]

In all honest the only thing I need right now is to see how Nat would be if she got jealous over someone staring at reader or straight up flirting (either they're together or not)

if you weren't together, i feel like i could see her become a little cold and distant after. she feels silly about it because again, you're not even together, but she has all these bad feelings swirling around in her head and she cant help but push you away because to her it's just a reminder that you're not hers. sad smiles and short nods when you go up to her after, hating how sad you look at her sudden coldness because it's not even your fault. harsh glares at whoever's flirting with you right next to her, digging her nails into her arms when you laugh at their stupid joke. she tries to suck it up when she notices how much of an ass she's being but she's just so jealous the rest of the night that she ends up leaving, ignoring your texts during the night asking where she went. she gets jelly so easily and sometimes you clock it, just waiting for her to say something, but she usually stays quiet :/

honestly, i think she's such a hopeless romantic deep down, so if you were together and she was jealous, she'd just get sad and cling to you 😭 if it's just someone staring, i feel like she'd try and stand behind you to block their view lmfao. constantly looking back and smugly looking at them as she puts her hand on your waist, leaning in to give you soft kisses, because this just fuels her love for you. if they keep looking, she might go up and have a talk about how rude it is to stare. if it's someone genuinely flirting with you, she's just honestly dumbfounded at first. she can't believe they have the audacity to do it in front of her. imagining her just going all quiet but showing slight affection... holding your hand, placing her hand on your lap, hugging you from behind while staring this person down to show them that you're with her, scooting your chair closer to hers while humming along to this conversation you're having with them 😭 if they go too far or make you visibily uncomfortable, she's pushing them back in an instant and telling them to get the fuck out of here. she checks up on you the second they're out of sight :(

because of this whole shaunat war.....thinking about a scenario where shauna gets nat jealous just for fun. because it's shauna, i feel like nat would just explode. maybe she comes back from cutting up ben (already sad and angry as fuck.), and sees shauna helping you put on your ritual garbs, only she's way to close and way too touchy. it's shauna's lucky day when nat shoves her away from you, her mind already thinking of the punishments she could make as nat screams at her. nat calling you "my girlfriend/partner" specifically while she yells....not even using your name. something about that is just...yeah. she keeps you on her the rest of the night. the rest of the time ur out there tbh!

[byoldervine]

Writing Tips - Character Tone VS Narrative Tone

Sometimes characters will do things that they believe are good or bad, but the narrative tone tells you otherwise. It can be hard for some people to separate the character’s feelings and actions with what the writer is personally agrees with, so let’s look into how we can make that happen - which also works as a media literacy guide of what to look for when theorising - and only theorising - if a writer does or doesn’t agree with a character;

1. Tonal dissonance. If a character’s mood doesn’t pass the scene’s vibe check, chances are that the character is about to do something the narrative isn’t framing as a good thing. Say Character A is telling Character B a secret they learned from Character C. B’s response might be to be confused or concerned about the situation and ask why A would tell them. Mixing in other bad vibes, such as the weather or setting or lighting of the scene, can additionally make the audience question whether the action was right - and bonus points if they also have the offending character acting poorly in other ways or getting called out for previous wrongdoings in the same scene

2. Karma’s a writer. Actions have consequences both in and out of your story, and using them to reward or punish choices your characters make can indicate whether or not they were the right thing to do. Expand on that through character interactions if you want more nuance

3. Hide away. A character hiding their actions for whatever reason can indicate that, even subconsciously, they’re aware that it wasn’t something others would approve of. Make them sweat, have them struggle to keep it secret. Let it lead to more wrong moves in future to cover up for the original issue, such as one lie covering for another lie. Let it become more trouble than it’s worth until they have to accept that they messed up, even if a bit of stress was the only karma they get for it in the end

4. Pick a theme. Between overarching themes and individual character themes, you can potentially come up with some pretty good long term lessons; if the character acts against the themes and the lesson they’re going to amount to, punish them for straying in a way that’s appropriate and proportional to the act, then work it into some sort of lesson for the character to learn. For example, if the theme is nature vs nurture and you want the lesson to be being true to yourself rather than what others make you into, a character acting on nurtured traits rather than natural traits might be punished through pressures to conform and the act getting amped up as further conflicts between the two sides of themselves present

5. Recruit a mouthpiece. Which character would be the most likely to call out the offending party’s BS? See if you can come to a scenario where they’d do so - albeit making sure it all stays natural and in-character. Maybe they go about it in a way that doesn’t even hit the mark, but at least it’s been said so your audience has had it addressed. Remember; don’t just insert X random character and have them be uncharacteristically analytical, have it be someone who would already do that and word it in a way that fits their character voice. Above all the interaction needs to feel natural rather than forced

[hahaifolded]

141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Nikolai (Long Drabble) Author's Notes: There was a poll past this picture. Don't scroll if you don't want spoilers. And also since I have y'all here, thank you for all of the support on this little series of mine! Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Themes, Angst

So, no, things were not fine.

Especially when the only person who gets an ounce of your kindness these days is Nikolai.

When the only person that is allowed in your office to “do work, because the rest of the place is too gloomy” is Nikolai. 

When the only person who is allowed to ask you about your well-being and actually get an answer is Nikolai. 

When all the 141 can do is watch.

Was this their punishment? To see you get closer with someone else right under their noses.

No, this was not their punishment.

Although you are constantly in their mind, Johnny, Kyle, John, and Ghost were hardly in yours these days. Maybe a few months ago, they were. Maybe when you saw a good piece of art, or smelled something really good, or touched something really soft, or heard a beautiful piece of music, you used to think of the boys. Maybe when you laid in bed at night and needed a quick release, you used to picture their bodies on top of yours to get you to that high point - maybe it was just one of them or all four at one time.

But, these days, they just exist how you exist in their minds: co-workers with no obligations to one another. Just a group of people who only need the other to get their job done and that's all. If that's what they wanted, that's what they get. If that's how they'll treat you, you'll treat them the same.

So you being friendly with Nikolai was just you matching his energy. He's friendly, so you are too. There was no ulterior motive here, because doing anything out of spite means you care and honestly you didn't care (that much) anymore.

All you cared now was your work and earning your ticket out of here.

But, to your dismay, it seemed like Nikolai had his own ulterior motives.

The last time Nik was here, which was around your second month with the 141, he noticed the way all of the guys looked at you. He knew that they liked you, probably before they did even. So now that he's back, he wanted to play matchmaker.

And honestly, this was the perfect scenario for the team. All 4 of them dating the same person. They were a unit, a package deal, a team. None of them were able to hold down a partner on their own... he's seen it with his own two eyes. But together, they would be unstoppable. And it seemed like you had more than enough love to give so honestly this was a win-win for everyone. But, things weren't exactly where he wished they were.

That's why when the current mission was over, Nik decides to take matters in his own hands.

After wrapping up on the final reports for the latest mission, Price calls for a celebratory bar trip. Nik is right behind the rest of the guys when he notices you falling behind.

"Aren't you coming?" he calls out. The 141 freezes while you look up like a deer caught in the headlights.

"No, I actually have--"

"Nonsense! We can't celebrate without you. Right Captain?" Nik looks at Price for support who only looks at the ground. Nik didn't take John to be the shy type. And not just John as everyone else looked at either the floor or the walls. Wow, this might be more work than he expected.

After begging for 20 minutes, Nik eventually wears you down. He would not take no for an answer.

But now as you sit with the 141 and Nikolai, you really wished you had told the Russian to fuck off. This was just painfully awkward. The only person that's talking is Nik and he just got up to get the next round of drinks. You would try to make small talk but they wouldn't even bother looking at you.

Thankfully, Nik comes back quick with 6 beers. After handing each guy a beer and taking one for himself, he slams the 6th one in front of you.

"We're here to celebrate, so drink with us!" he cheers as he tries to pull your soda from your hands.

You pull back and admit that you don't drink. The rest of the guys still at that.

Nik lets out a hearty laugh. "What do you mean you don't drink? The last time I was here I saw you down 5 tequila shots like they were water."

"Well, I stopped after... a bad night. I don't want to make the same mistake twice," you say before taking a sip out of your soda. Nik backs off and happily takes the beer for himself. The rest of the team just sit in silence. John and Ghost immediately down their drinks in an attempt to push down their guilt. Johnny starts to bounce his leg as he fights the urge to say something. And Kyle watches the condensation runs down his beer as his mind races.

A moment passes before Nik starts the conversation up again. He calls out your name and asks if you were interested in anyone on base. Everyone chokes on their drinks.

After catching your breath, you asks Nik why he would ask such a question.

"Oh c'mon, you're telling me that no one has caught your eye. Not even these big guys?" he quips while signaling at the 141. Their eyes widen at Nik's question. Wanting to know if you were interested in any of them, they finally look at you.

They wished they didn't, because your face twisted in utter disgust.

"Nikolai, I am here for one thing and one thing only and that's to do my job. I have no time nor desire to pursue anyone on this base and less this team," you got up from your seat and dropped some bills on the table.

"Wait, I didn't mean to offend or anything," Nik cries. He reaches for you. This is not where he thought this conversation would go.

"Of course, no one ever does. Everyone just talks and talks and assumes that I won't take it to heart. Well guess what, I'm done," you finish up your soda. "So I need you, and everyone else here, to get it together, because starting Monday, we are starting that joint mission and I refuse to look like a fool because you guys can't be professional" And with that, you leave the bar.

Nikolai is gasping for air. What the fuck happened? He looks at the rest of the team and is met with guilty faces.

What did they do?

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More Thoughts - Next Thought

[pokeballvictim]

Ok I'm struggling to word this one but like, you know how Pokémon like Gardevoir and Lopunny are already super sexualized? Being raped by one or both would be amazing, of course, but I have a question: are there any Pokémon you think would unexpectedly be just as good, if not better, to be raped by?

Okay sorry I have to say this thing about Gardevoir and Lopunny because I'm a pervert and a therian and a masochist and all sorts of things. If you're talking about those over-sexualized pokemon, then its more fun to identify *with* them than anything else. Like, getting raped by a Gardevoir? Sure. Being a Buneary, and getting captured against your will, and specifically groomed to have high friendship so your trainer can get a lopunny, and THEN getting raped. That's where its at.

Okay now, actually looking at your question, if I'm going down a list I think the top three pokemon to get raped by are, in no particular order:

Mewtwo. Not only is she a hot transgender woman, she's also the strongest pokemon. Like, you are absolutely powerless to do anything to or about her. You are being dominated by absolute power. Enjoy it. Tbh, pretty much any dragon-type and most legendaries have the same appeal. Imagine the legendary queen of dragons Rayquaza swooping down and kidnapping you for us as an exclusive cocksock. Hot.

Plusle/Minun. Actually a lot of reasons for this one. One, I think it's kind of hot to be raped by someone that should be so much weaker than you. Like, that's your adorable pet. That's your baby sister's plushie. That's a happy, innocent little creature, and its violating you. How pathetic and humiliating! Two, gang rape. And actually three for bonus points, they punish you with shocks everytime you try to resist. Hot.

Zoroark. there's this category of like, furry-bait or adjacent pokemon, right. And there's a sub-category of pokemon within that who have the means to either directly mind control you or gaslight you into having sex with them. Zoroark is my personal favorite of that category. But a woman approaches you. You know her from work, but not super well. She's coming on strong, she offers to get you drinks. You end up going back to your place that night, and she gives you the best dicking you've ever had in your life. And then her illusion drops and you find out that you just had sex with your partner pokemon and it was so good that you'll never be able to forget it. Fucking. Hot.

There's honestly so many good options for pokemon sex and they all depend on the specific scenario and what's going on and shit and yeah. Pokemon sex! Woo!!!

[luvvixu]

mind over matter pt. 7

synopsis: witness how your marriage was bound to fall apart with you on the front seat and your husband gojo had missed the show—now, he gotta figure out the story on his own.

content: arrange marriage au, angst, husband!gojo, mean!gojo, mention of blood, mention of drugs, strong languages, some unsettling scenarios, emotional trauma, read at your own risk

a/n: ooh he's getting soft

previous / masterlist / next

almost two months had passed since that incident. your stitches were now getting more better and satoru's cursed energy has been long stable. while your son, kazuki, he's such a little fighter. he keeps on getting better each day inside the incubator.

right now, it was 2:36 am at the neonatal intensive care unit (nicu) where your son was, you and satoru were watching kazuki quietly.

the room was filled with soft beeping and the low hum of machines keeping fragile lives steady. a dim light casts a pale glow over the rows of incubators.

kazuki was now bigger than gojo’s hand, cocooned in wires and tubes, his tiny chest rising and falling with mechanical aid. his skin was pale and his fingers twitching slightly every now and then.

you sat beside the incubator in your hospital protective gown, drained and stiff. one hand rested against the glass. you hadn’t spoken in hours.

gojo stood silently behind you, also wearing the same gown as yours. his hands shoved in his coat pockets, guilt painting his features.

“i think he has your nose,” you whispered suddenly. your voice cracked like paper being torn.

gojo stepped closer, hesitating. “yeah…and he has your mouth.”

a brief silence engulfed you two.

“do you think he’ll make it?” you asked as your voice was slightly muffled due to the face mask in your lower face. and it was clear that your tone was flat, but the fear laced in it was unmistakable.

gojo’s chest tightened. “he will,” he said, firmer than he felt. “he's strong. like his mom.”

you let out a bitter laugh—soft, empty. “don’t romanticize me, satoru. we both know i wasn’t much more than an obligation to you.”

gojo froze.

your hand stayed on the glass. “they said i was lucky to survive the abruption.” his breath hitches when you opened the topic about your placenta abruption.

for the first time in almost two months, you had spoken about what happened when his students found you in your room and what you had been through. satoru thought he would not be able to press you into telling him these things since it's a very sensitive topic and yet, here you are, initiating the talk about it.

you try your best to keep going as you swallow the nightmare away. “they said that if the surgery had been delayed even a few minutes, kazuki wouldn’t have made it. or me.”

gojo’s voice was hoarse. “don’t—don’t say that.”

“why not?” you said quietly. “it’s true. and if i had died that night, you would’ve finally been free.”

he moved beside you now, kneeling slowly so he was eye level with you.

“y/n…don’t say that. please.”

you finally turned to him. your eyes were red. hollow. “i was eighteen when they told me i had to marry you. do you remember what you said that day?”

gojo looked away.

you answered for him anyway. “you told me not to expect anything. that it was just politics as the head of your clan. you even said you wouldn't pretend to love me.”

he swallowed hard.

“and you didn’t,” you paused. “you really didn’t pretend. you ignored me. you went weeks without speaking to me unless it was for clan duties. and when you did speak, you made it sound like i was a burden.”

gojo’s fingers curled into fists. “i know.”

“and then yukie showed up, and suddenly you had time. you smiled more. laughed. held her like it was nothing. meanwhile, i was here like a fool who shouldn't be even expecting anything from you but i still did. and now, i am carrying your child, alone.”

he slowly looked up, eyes glossy. “i was… a coward. i hated being forced into something i didn’t choose. and i punished you for it, even when you never did anything wrong.”

you scoffed. “i may beg for crumbs of affection from you, but i am really just asking for basic respect. i didn’t even ask you to love me—you knew i didn’t. but you still treated me like a ghost in our own house. actually, who am i kidding…that house is not even a home.”

gojo leaned forward, hands pressed against his knees. “i don’t deserve you…or kauzki. but if there’s a chance… any chance at all… i want to fix this. i want to be his father. and i want to make up for every day i made you feel unloved.”

you looked at him, almost in disbelief. “you can’t erase the past so easily, satoru.”

he nodded, tears slipping down his cheek. “i know. but i can be here now. i want to be here now.”

silence fell again, broken only by the steady beeping of kazuki’s monitor. you turned back to the incubator, eyes softening as you stared at your son.

“i don’t know if i’ll ever forgive you,” you whispered.

gojo closed his eyes. “i’ll wait.”

you didn’t answer.

but you didn’t tell him to leave either.

so he stayed.

and for the first time in months, you feel like weren’t entirely alone.

fast forward again, it has been three weeks since your emotional conversation and gojo practically begging to give him a chance—which you let him for the sake of your son.

you found yourself again inside the nicu. it was quiet, as it always was at this hour. the nurses moved like ghosts, their motions gentle and efficient. kazuki, still nestled in his tiny incubator, breathed softly beneath the halo of medical light.

you sat alone for a while, eyes red from fatigue, until the soft squeak of shoes against tile interrupted the silence.

gojo stepped in.

he looked exhausted too—hair disheveled, dark circles beneath his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days. his usual carefree aura was gone, replaced by something raw. human. he just finished some mission and immediately went here because he knew you'd be here, you always do.

he approached slowly, unsure if you'd want him here.

but you didn’t stop him.

you were watching kazuki—your hand inside the small porthole of the incubator, your pinky finger resting gently in your son’s little palm. he had gripped it, weak but determined.

gojo watched the two of you for a moment. he sat beside you quietly, not saying anything at first.

“he's holding my finger today,” you whispered, still looking down at kazuki.

“i saw,” gojo said softly. “i stayed in the hallway for twenty minutes before i had the courage to come in.”

you turned slightly, surprised.

“i thought…maybe you wouldn’t want me here,” he admitted. “maybe it’d be easier for you if i didn’t come at all.”

your eyes met his, tired but clear. “it wouldn’t be easier. it would just be lonelier.”

gojo’s throat tightened.

you looked back at kazuki, voice softening. “they say he’s stable and soon will finally be discharged.”

gojo nodded. “he’s strong. gets that from you.”

a beat of silence passed between you. then another.

gojo’s voice cracked as he whispered, “i didn’t think i could love anyone more than i loved her. that’s why i stayed. why i didn’t try with you again. i was so sure nothing could ever compare.”

“i thought we're over this conversation?”

“i know. but my conscience keeps on eating me.”

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t have to.

he looked down at his hands. “but then he came out of you…so tiny and fighting so hard to live. and suddenly everything i thought i knew—about love, about regret, about what matters—just…fell apart.”

you turned to look at him again. his face was wet with tears.

“i hate who i was,” gojo said, voice trembling. “i hate how i treated you. you deserved comfort, and i gave you cold silence. you deserve peace, and i gave you loneliness. and now i just—” his breath caught. “i look at him, and i look at you, and all i want is to be good enough. even if you never forgive me, i want him to know that i changed for him.”

you watched him crumble, finally, completely.

this wasn’t the strongest sorcerer in the world sitting beside you.

this was just satoru.

a man who finally realized what it meant to have something to lose.

you reached over slowly and placed your hand on top of his.

not because it fixed things.

but because, in that moment, you knew you didn’t want to walk through this alone.

and neither did he.

kazuki stirred softly in the incubator, still clutching your pinky. still fighting. still holding on.

just like you and satoru inside this marriage.

—©luvvixu2025

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[blacklunardice]

Request: I really loved the artist darling headcannons for Wade Wilson. Could you maybe do headcannons for Wade were he kidnaps his s/o and they constantly try to escape and tell him they hate him when he asks why? Like would he punish them or something and how?

✦Constantly Escaping✦

Warning(s): Post Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment

Escaping Wade is 50/50 in terms of success, but the majority of the time he manages to catch you before you get too far. He finds it...fun seeing what plans you come up with. Of course, he doesn't treat your attempts as seriously as other yanderes would. He laughs it off, poking fun at you for how silly you are before taking you back inside the safe house. "Let's get back inside now, pookie." He would probably say while princess carrying you.

The man is a trained mercenary, so it's not that difficult to hunt you back down. So he takes everything in stride to your annoyance (probably, depending on you). If that wasn't bad enough, he skips over to your body lying on the floor after he just tripped you up with whatever (after another attempt). He'd sit right next to you, ask how was your time this attempt, and literally point out the mistakes you made during your escape. He won't really do anything drastic as punishment. He's pretty lenient when it comes to you, but he just doesn't want to hurt you. That's a line he wouldn't cross because he'd hate himself if you ever got hurt. By someone else's hands or his own.

Punishments with Wade are pretty simple; like disciplining a child. He'd either keep you in the room for you (until the time was up or when he got impatient/lonely and wanted your presence again) or take away any 'privileges' you have in this situation. He doesn't seem angry. Maybe a little annoyed in a playful sense, but not mad. However, despite his casual and jokester demeanor, he takes your attempts into consideration. Just in case.

I don't think he'd ask why you're trying to escape right away. It takes a while and certain buttons are being pushed to actually hit a nerve/get him to act serious. In this scenario, you'd probably just say you hate him in a moment of frustration or to get under his skin. Or in another, he'd just throw the question in the air without much weight to it and you'd answer with that. Either way, after hearing your words, he pauses for a moment. It's the first time where he's... at a loss for words. For a moment, it scares you a little.

That is until he goes back to talking and making jokes; brushing off your words. Despite that, a part of him was hurt by your words. Did you really mean that? Even with the way he presents himself to the world, Wade still has insecurities and fears. He tries to push the questions, doubts, and thoughts away. He couldn't think like that. Still, he needs to put them to rest in some way. Which is where his next actions will go.

He brings things from your old home. Even the bed you used to sleep in. You couldn't even begin wondering how in the world he was able to pull this off, especially with the vague answers he gave. This is his attempt to make things more comfortable for you. "You have such a comfy bed, you know. Gave it a test run; I couldn't resist. Like jumping on one of those beds at the mall." Wade already knew where you lived way before he kidnapped you. He smacks himself on the head for not considering bringing any of your belongings. "Of course! It was obvious from the start!"

This is essentially Wade's way of keeping you happy. Your happiness is his happiness. He'd hate to see you all depressed since your personality and smile are what he fell for. You becoming a husk of yourself would break his heart. So he's doing this for compensation.

[marithempressz]

Scorpio Full Moon: What transformations are knocking at your door?

Today is a significant moment in the collective energy. I've not only heard that it's going to be something big and profound, but I'm already feeling it. That’s why I felt called to do this reading and help you gain some insight into this moment. Take what resonates, and enjoy the reading!

Pile 1 - Black Swan Pile 2 - Ex_Machina Pile 3 - Catwoman

Pile 1

The Empress, The Star

I see a hurricane or tornado. It seems that things are really going to shift for you, huh? A radical change in your life and life perspectives. You might feel like everything is being destroyed—or maybe you already do—and that’s a normal scenario when things are changing so profoundly.

Scorpio’s ruler is Pluto, and this guy is not only a powerful force of destruction but also a source of strength to rebuild something brand new, completely different from what needed to die.

Look, there’s nothing to be afraid of. There’s a clear path for you to follow—very practical and objective. This path will lead you to success, fortune, and the fulfillment of your dreams. The transformation knocking at your door is going to change the course of your life for the better. However, you need to commit to yourself. Be serious about it—it’s time to grow up.

Earth is strongly present here, so themes of practicality, objectivity, and building a solid foundation are being emphasized. This transformation is asking you to commit. The Empress represents commitment, so what’s the most important thing in your life right now that needs your loyalty and perseverance?

Also, your feminine aspect is asking to be heard. You need to be in touch with your intuition and emotions while dealing with these earthly matters. This transformation isn’t asking you to be completely rational—but rather to use your intuition alongside your rationality. For example, if you’re structuring a routine, try to feel what works best for you. Get it? If you’re working on something important, be open to ideas that come “out of nowhere”—because they do come from somewhere, and that “somewhere” is trying to help guide you through this.

With The Star, there’s definitely a message about growing up—letting the shadow side of innocence go, and discovering the real world, where it takes time for some dreams to be built. Right now is the perfect moment to be honest with yourself. Don’t delay your evolution—it will only make things harder. Just be real. There are more beautiful things in the real world than you might imagine.

Pile 2

The Hanged man, Page of Coins

I see a bird—maybe an eagle or an Andean condor. Whichever one resonates with you, birds are messengers. I feel more drawn to speak about the condor. In Andean culture, condors are seen as intermediaries with the spirit world. They're a type of vulture, which deepens their symbolic connection to death, rebirth, and transformation.

I feel something stirring in the chest area—likely a transformation related to your relationships, how you view love, and how you see yourself. There’s also a sense of deep exhaustion, a feeling that you can’t live like this anymore. That’s powerful, especially since this full moon is all about releasing everything that no longer serves you. You don’t have the energy—or the time—to keep dealing with these same issues.

Even while you may feel hopeless or defeated, there’s a spark you can’t ignore—a sense of renewal, of rebirth, something completely different from what you’ve known. Interestingly, there’s also an eagle in the Hanged Man’s card. The card depicts the myth of Prometheus, who defied Zeus and was punished: an eagle would eat his liver daily, and it would regenerate, only to be eaten again. Eventually, Prometheus is saved—but only by Zeus’ permission.

This tells a story of divine permission, divine timing. It reflects the moment when your higher self knows it’s time to break a pattern, time to be free. This feels like something you’ve been waiting a long time to heal from. But now, finally, you are free.

There is hope here. There is trust in divine will, and trust in yourself—for holding onto faith along the path. No more torture. 

Also, don’t forget that you have learned something through these dark times. 

Pile 3 

The Empress, Death, Page of Wands

A change in the way you see the world around you is happening. The third eye chakra is being activated. I saw a mountain—Everest, perhaps? A peak. A place where you can retreat from society for a while to reconnect with your true self. Afterward, you return—ready to share what you’ve learned.

This reminded me of Mikao Usui, the founder of Reiki. He meditated for 21 days on Mount Kurama, and it was there where he channeled the Reiki technique. For this group, there's a profound spiritual transformation taking place.

If you feel called to pick Pile 1, trust that instinct. Go ahead—follow what you’re feeling. The Empress appears here again, which suggests that both piles are connected.

Now, there’s something really fascinating in this message. In the Death card, we see the ruler of the underworld—Pluto, or Hades. The word “Pluto” comes from the Greek Plouton, meaning wealth or riches. In mythology, when people died, they had to carry coins to cross the River Styx and reach the underworld. Without the coins, it was said they would suffer at the river's edge.

Symbolically, this means that Death requires something from you in order to pass through and reach a new beginning. You must leave something behind to receive what comes next. You can’t fully embrace the new if you’re still holding onto the old. And again, this full moon is all about letting go of what no longer serves you.

Interestingly, Scorpio rules the 8th house, which—just like Pluto—also deals with money and wealth. On a deeper level, it’s in the underworld, in the unconscious, where true riches lie. Real transformation. Real gold.

The Empress also appears alongside the Death card. Her theme is abundance and creation—she’s pregnant in the card, representing new life. The Page of Wands is present too, which symbolizes fresh energy and beginnings. Together, these cards speak of a powerful spiritual rebirth. A big one.

At the same time, you may feel uncertain, even fragile—like something just born. And that’s okay. Just as a mother cares for her child, The Empress reminds you to nurture whatever new energy, ideas, or insights are coming to life for you now. You don’t need to share everything with everyone—protect what’s growing.

Take care of what’s being born. And have a beautiful journey.

[agentrouka-blog]

Don’t know why but I decided to become a Mirri Maz Durr defender on Twitter where the most vocal Dany Stans are and boy they really don’t like being reminded a slave has a right to rebel against their master (which Mirri didn’t even do) even when that master is Dany

The only "crime" Mirri was guilty of was not giving Dany a comprehensive speech about how this ritual - which Dany was explicitly demanding she do - wasn't going to bring back Drogo 100%. Every single other thing is on Drogo, Dany or Jorah, and that entirely includes what happened to Rhaego.

Oh, and she didn't pretend Dany was a victim in a scenario where an entire city was brutalized and she "magnanimously" took some personal slaves to nominally protect them from rape until the time comes for them to be sold for cash money to fund her reconquest of Westeros.

"I've told the khal he ought to make for Meereen," Ser Jorah said. "They'll pay a better price than he'd get from a slaving caravan. Illyrio writes that they had a plague last year, so the brothels are paying double for healthy young girls, and triple for boys under ten. If enough children survive the journey, the gold will buy us all the ships we need, and hire men to sail them." (AGOT, Daenerys VII)

Dany never addresses this beyond the little band-aid of pointing at random rape victims and going "my property now". They are still walking in the slave column on the way to Meereen, including Mirri. Does she even know how they are treated there?

Her words were a knife through Dany's breast. What had she ever done to make the gods so cruel? She had finally found a safe place, had finally tasted love and hope. She was finally going home. And now to lose it all … "No," she pleaded. "Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. You must know a way … some magic, some …" (AGOT, Daenerys VIII)

Ask Mirri whether she would like to find a safe place, taste hope, go home.

They need to pretend Mirri is guilty of anything, because otherwise they can't deny that Dany murdered an enslaved woman, her own slave, for no other reason than to exchange her life for the dragons that will replace the army and ships she originally meant to buy with captured free people sold into slavery.

But hey!! She is so anti slavery!

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. Dany had no choice but to deny him. She had declared a blanket pardon for all crimes committed during the sack. Nor would she punish slaves for rising up against their masters. (ADWD, Daenerys I)

Nah, she'll just burn them alive if it's useful.

(Dany is a tragic character, and one day I will be able to discuss her choices more calmly and in context with her age and her trauma, but that's impossible as long as people pretend that those choices aren't absolutely violently horrific at times.)

[mihii-i]

I just want to say I adore how you write Mizu, and I was wanting to know if you could wreck my soul with some Mizu angst.

A scenario kinda like the episode where Ringo took off the bell, could the reader have something that Mizu gave them. Like a bracelet, necklace, ring, etc, the symbolises their ‘relationship’ without having to use words. To give backstory their whole relationship up until this point has been getting more and more intimate but Mizu has never made the first move, just slight touches here and there. Anyways I wanna see Mizu and the reader get in a big fight about her revenge, and reader takes off the object and gives it back to Mizu, in a way breaking up with Mizu. And Mizu being stubborn takes it back with anger and says some hurtful things to reader. HMMM maybe reader goes back with Ringo to help save Mizu, or not. Up to you if you want to write a happy ending or if you’re feeling especially cruel. If you do decide to do a happy ending, could I request that Mizu finally speaks their relationship into words and makes them officially gfs & they finally have their first kiss. Could be NSFW if you take the happy ending route, or could be pure fluff. I just need Mizu to hurt my feelings. Thanks if you decide to pick up on my request, ily pookie.

couldn’t say it.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, good amount of angst, blood, I’m evil kitty, brief mention of rape regarding mizu’s conception, episode 5 & 7 spoilers, a lot of rhetorical questions, mizu and reader being stupidly oblivious, wingman ringo lol, fluffy at the end, nudity, guys exams are over, I missed writing, not my best work but wtv, it’s decent for coming back after centuries dawg, reader is lowk entitled as shit, mentions of m*kio, be prepared to be annoyed by her, nvm this writing lowkey ass, very short, I forgot how to write longer fics for a sec I’m sorry, not proofread.

A/N: guess who’s backkkk I honestly would say I don’t like how this turned out but at the same time I’m trying to readjust to writing again cut me some slack �� now playing — last breath by ari abdul. 🕯️

Perhaps the harsh fate inflicted unto you by the will of the gods was a punishment? Or was it a steer in the right path?

Only time could bestow such puzzling answers to what you seek, to which you could start by letting go. Releasing the warmth of your lover’s hand from your own, tracing her palm one last time as your fingers glided along the calloused ridges of her palm scraping against your own. Ah, how you’d miss such a gentle touch delivered by the embodiment of a demon, the very being which you had ingrained the remainder of your life and soul deep into like a fated promise that withstood the harsh winters & blistering summers.

Yet if you were so deeply intertwined with such a person, how come you had to let go?

Mizu truly was your everything, the anchor that coiled her arms around you to savor the heat of your contrastingly hot skin against her thin frame. Her love who had eyed the bruising scars etched along her skin, saw the cruel and merciless ends she had put others to through a quick slash of her katana tearing through the spongy heaps of flesh that lay soon to be splattered all across the floors as a decoration of bright crimson.

But despite that, no words were ever uttered to convey how she felt. Nothing but her gestures would ever speak volumes of her adoration.

And yet, she couldn’t say it. She just can’t.

—

The cold howl of wind remained as the only sound screeching in the deathly silence fostered between you and Mizu in that moment, stinging along your flushed cheek like a jarring strike delivered onto you with the intention to deliver nothing but pain. To break you down and rip apart the volatile strings of your thumping heart hammering forward against your chest as your breaths wrung out of you in rapid successions.

Your eyes narrowed over as you remained trapped in the confines of wrath and sorrow, stood upright before the woman you loved, feet buried in the crunch of pale glinted snow piled up around your ankles, circling you as if it prevented you from stepping toward her to halt you in your position. Splatters of blood tainted the untouched purity of the crystals in streams of sickening red, burning into the snow as it trickled down from the sprawled body of each limp corpse embedded into the snow for it to consume.

A deadpan gaze matched your own as two fearsome hollows of cerulean seared into your own, the cool metal of a makeshift naginata grasped between her hand to brush along the drag of her firm hands coated in dust. Nothing else was of any concern in that brooding silence of whirling emotions. Hate? Love? Despair? Hell, all three if you’d assume so. Nobody else was important, only you and Mizu. Even Ringo and Akemi in the back were shut out of your mind taking in the thick tension fogged between you two, drowning out every other surrounding detail as worthless white noise.

“I’m sorry.”

Those simple words finally uttered by Mizu caught your attention quickly, her dazed, exhausted expression bleeding through as the thin fabric of her clothing clung to her skin from the torrid splotches of blood stained along her kimono. She truly refrained from ever hurting you, leaving you even. For you remained far too precious to her—a treasure that glowed in a radiant aura of gold outlining your stature for the rays of the sun. A courtesy of her thoughts as the rising sun cast its rays upon you right now.

Of course, it was absurd. Did she truly believe this could be remedied with a single apology half-heartedly pleaded from the deep hints of blue tinged along her lips? Despite the affection that spilled from your heart for this woman, your impulses had pushed forward to take charge, bursting out your disdain that lingered in your throat for far too long from the sheer frustration invoked by this conversation.

“Sorry? Do you hear yourself Mizu? You’re not doing this at all costs, if anything you’ll get yourself killed.”

“I won’t. And even if I do it’s of my own accord. My death doesn’t concern you, (Name).”

Your muscles tightened at her shallow words ringing in your head, tensing along each brief crystal of snow melting against your skin as you heaved out a shaky breath.

None of your concern? How come Mizu get to toss around these rash decisions herself?

Indeed, the samurai’s mere statement drew out the bubbling surge of your impatience boiling up, threatening to roll off your tongue in drips of venomous statements back, screaming about how she was wrong and how she was your whole world.

One of which you didn’t think you could live without.

The deafening clouds of silence hung in the air in a thick fog, blurring sight of the woman you love in a distance that twisted against your chest. A tension that threatened to snap as your gazed fixed upon Mizu’s form, hunched over and curved as testament to her struggles that she had shouldered through in agony. Every scratch and bruise, every stroke of her muscles defined along the thin malnourishment of her body remaining a fine line as to question the difference between suffering and strength.

Here you were before her, a blade that cut deep through her veins to tear through the guards of her own confined affection. Both as her strength and her weakness. One who could jab a finger through her chest and pulse a surge of adrenaline from your fingers dragging along her bare skin, or pierce through to dip a finger into her oozing wound and yank out her already battered heart to rest in your palm.

Your throat sank as you swallowed back nervously, her lowered eyes remaining locked onto you like a hawk circling its target. Just now under her supposed scrutiny, the smallest of actions motioned in nature’s course had ceased around you. The sinking of each sleek snow crystal floating down, the battering breeze carried along in accordance with the setting sun bearing a bright golden ring crowned around it—hell, even the bustling stalls around the area seemed to halt their business in your walled up perception of reality in this moment.

Suddenly, the defined steel seemed to press along your scalp momentarily, weighing down against the back of your head as it tipped back to gaze upon the fluffed white hunches floating along the gradually darkening sky, spilling its shroud of night upon you both slowly. Right. The hairpin she had gifted you.

You recall that moment all too well. That fated day where Mizu’s bloodied hands extended out to unveil the sun-kissed gold, glinting in the winter sun as a prized possession handed as an embodiment of the inexplicable feeling that oozed from every little crevice of her mentally. Perhaps just a feeling that compelled her to hand this to you? Or an instinct?

Either way, her little reckless walk in of forcefully pushing apart the sliding paper doors to reveal the lavish home of a daimyo for her own intel had allowed her to acquire a token of affection that taught her how to love once more. Your soft palm grazing against her own as she laid the hairpin flat against the cusp of your hand, the cold bite of the metal seeping along your skin as streaks of blood wiped over against you.

As the intricate hairpin woven through your locks, holding up your hair as long as you could manage in a day—such was accompanied by the swordswoman’s hand woven through your own as well, fingers interlocked between the gaps bridged in each others hands even in the comfort of nightfall when you two lay asleep against the same futon. Often times you claimed that your body pushed up along hers with the thick cover draped over you two was for security purposes, that you were rendered unable to defend yourself adequately if say...an army piled over you.

But even the fabric of her tattered clothing brushing up against the opening of your kimono never washed away the underlying truth that resided within you, threatening to spill off of your lips. While the same went for Mizu as well, her silent plea to keep your close against her, locking you within her grasp as to never let go. Perhaps she was in love with you? No, she couldn’t be. It was too far to reach for anyway.

Her subtle touches would remain pleasantly drilled into your memory with each delicate manner in which she ran her fingertips across your skin. Each touch calculated and careful as if you were a porcelain doll she feared to break whenever her thumb circled your hip, absentmindedly rubbing along various places along you and remaining unaware of the intimate implications of each gesture. And despite you knowing, you made no attempt to cease her motions or push her away, only drawing her in closer each time as you relished in the fuzzy, tingling sensation that built up, tying your stomach in knots as you shifted your cheek further into her neck every time.

The heavens above would dig themselves into a hole from the oblivious nature of both you and Mizu occasionally caressing each other with such actions. A manner in which you’d explore another’s body being the intimate gesture of lovers rather than close companions like the two of you had claimed far too many times.

But of course, both of you had walled yourselves into the caves of denial upon any inquiry prompted by anyone who was curious enough to ask. Most of the time it was Ringo who took notice of your oddly close relationship often. Needless to say, that man had constantly badgered Mizu on how she had felt about you, his optimistic demeanor to the possibility of a relationship sparking between you two squirming its way into his questions on said intimacy. And unsurprisingly, Mizu always proceeded to shut down the starter of: “So, about (Name)-“ before Ringo could even ask.

Despite all you had been through, all the tiny gestures of endearment reciprocated between you and Mizu seemed to crumble in the stone cold dilemma that silenced the two of you in this moment. Where she had planned to kick you off to the side in pursuit of her bloodthirsty ambitions that tainted the once beautiful hands that gripped at your sides tenderly. As you saw it, her excuse to leave you was to satisfy her insatiable rage that couldn’t be calmed by your presence.

It was selfish of you. You knew that. Yet how else were you supposed to see the woman in front of you now? Someone who valued the deaths of four white men who resided…god knows where in Japan over remaining here with her beloved. Well, if you could even call yourself that in this case. A blatantly obvious fact which you should’ve picked up on, one of which you should have listened to the others in regards to—that nothing could calm the raging storm that whirled endlessly within this demonic being.

No matter how gentle her touch, how kind she may seem alone with you. Her sole purpose was to kill. Nothing would budge on that. How could you let yourself think any different of someone like her?

“Is this just your way of saying you don’t care about me, Mizu?”

“(Name). You know full well that that’s not what I-“

“It clearly is!” You almost immediately snapped back, cutting her off as you flexed your jaw, making the hitch in your voice as stings of tears burned at the corner of your eyes. Fuck, you felt so weak before her. So vulnerable and ready to throw yourself into her arms.

And yet, she simply stood there like nothing would change if she departed from her beloved? That was more than enough to confirm it.

She never really loved you like you had thought.

Oh, what a stupid girl you were. Yearning for the affections of another woman. Much less one who was on a quest of revenge, fueled by pure hatred.

In one fluid motion, you reached behind your head, fingers scavenging through your hair for the familiar cool metal threaded within the strands, which you had found and grasped before long. Slowly, you withdrew the hairpin before clasping it within your palm as you brought it between both you and Mizu, her perplexed expression slowly shifting to shock as her eyes widened in realization.

You swiftly grasped her thin wrist, yanking her hand foward before practically shoving the hairpin back into her hands as her knuckles pushed back into her chest. Causing her to slightly stumble back as she gazed down in awe at the golden hairpin she had once given to cherish you, right back in her hands as a rejection of her love. Practically equivalent to being spat in the face and killed a thousand times over. Especially when it was you.

Mizu’s head spun with thousands of conflicting thoughts clashing against one another in a sea of uncertainty swallowing her from the inside out, ripping away any semblance of sanity she had kept within her. Her anchor slowly strayed away from her in a blow to the heart. Your presence remained her last thread of stability, and all she could do was stare as it tore away slowly at an agonizing pace, eventually snapping once more to damage her for good.

You wouldn’t be any different. Why did she let herself believe she was worthy of even experiencing love at all? She was of course a byproduct of force. The result of a wretched man prying apart her mother to implant a demon into the poor woman, and that would in turn make her. A monster who shouldn’t have existed. A mistake. He didn’t want her, he knew she was a monster the moment the blade was pressed to his throat—so why would you?

Suddenly, that same tempest of hate surged within her once more at the mere implications of your departure, squeezing her hand around the hairpin as her quivering lip dragged between her teeth. Her tense muscles were racked with her frustration bubbling along every vein in her body, coursing in her blood with a need to scream out her pain until her vocal cords tore apart.

But she couldn’t.

Whatever she needed to say about you, how she felt and to confide in you. Tell you she loved you.

She couldn’t say it.

Despite her inability to express her undying love, Mizu was aware there was one thing she could do. And that was to express her rage. What place did she have for love on this path? It was pure hatred that drove her to seek the men she had to kill. Her life’s purpose was nothing else, yet enough to push her through hardships when necessary, she didn’t have to waste her time on someone as stubborn as you who demanded that she abandon her purpose to remain beside you.

She knew that, yet it hurt like hell when she tried coming to terms with it.

Her teeth grit together as she clasped the hairpin in her bloodied grip tighter, the stains smearing along the once untouched gold to taint the purity into the depths of crimson. The pin was back in her hand, the same state in which she first gave it to you—palm covered in blood as she handed it towards you. Only this time, her hand retracted back to her chest, staring down at the pin shoved back into her, as a rejection of the love she had hoped to give you. With a sharp breath, her eyes fixed back up toward you opening her mouth to reply to your harsh gesture in return.

“You know, (Name)? It doesn’t matter to me. Whether I live or die is none of your concern. Nothing I do should mean anything to you, because you mean nothing to me! Understood?”

You tried opening your mouth to manage a reply, yet you were immediately denied the luxury of speaking to your mind to her.

“Just don’t even look at me. I can’t believe I thought you’d be any different. What we had truly was just a waste of my time and yours…so all I can do for you is suggest we go our seperate ways.”

That was all she had uttered from her chapped lips, tinged from the bitter cold as she turned her back to you, footsteps crunching in the piles of snow as she grew more and more distant from you. All while you had remained silent in awe, staring off until she disappeared from sight into the thick fog that blinded your vision of the woman you had once loved.

—

“Ringo..? Are you sure she’s alive?” You quietly murmured, knelt before Mizu’s body as the hue of orange flame illuminated her still frame, unresponsive to your touch with her back flat against the floorboards. Ringo merely hummed in turn, inspecting the samurai’s body over her kimono as he only managed a shrug, his own expression worried in turn.

Regret clawed deep within you as your gaze raked over Mizu’s possibly dead body, heartbeat rapid in your chest as it pushed back against your skin its quick pulses of rising anxiety. Taigen’s body also lay not too far behind you, yet your focus remained fixed onto Mizu, your hand carefully snaking down to take her limp, cold hand within your own grasp. Tracing idly along every little detail of her palm up to the calloused of her fingertips, with your other hand cupped over her knuckles while your sights remained on her resting face.

“Do not worry. Mizu’s soul is stubborn.”

A rasped voice suddenly interjected, causing you to whip your head over to the elderly man facing over at you and Mizu though his shut eyes. Right, you never had met Master Eiji, so the sight of the blind swordsmith in the flesh before you was a first. Out of the single outcome that you had presumed, never had you expected to sit face to face with your unconscious—likely dead, lover.

—

The roaring flames crackled within the confines of the stone walled around it as specks of orange dust floated to dissipate into the darkened sky, your heavy eyes barely registering the sight before you scrambled in a blur. Stepping out of the forge groggily, your gaze landed upon the tall woman stood firmly before the stir of heat before her, hair loose to cascade down her bare back where her kimono was hitched down to reveal the wraps bound over her chest.

Your nostrils drew in the crisp air tinged with a hint of smoke emanating from the flames burning before you in the stretch of grass, before you set your foot down into the green cushion welcomed by the rise of spring. Each step you took toward Mizu only clouded your head further, the urge to throw yourself into her arms overwhelming you, yet one you chose not to act on when you approached her.

Flicks of each speck of fire floating away, alongside the raw desire to seek the warmth and comfort of your lover’s arms only piled within you as nature’s primal instinct to draw you closer. Every inch of you screaming her name as a plea to keep Mizu close to you, to let her go when needed- you truly didn’t care. You just needed Mizu with you, no matter the cost. For leaving her was not a mistake, but a death wish that stopped your heart altogether.

Upon reaching her, Mizu’s head craned over to take in the sight of you facing her while the bandages that bound her chest pooled down to her ankles, leaving her chest bare. She exhaled a breath, averting her gaze from you as her cerulean eyes aimlessly stared over at the wrathful flames before her. Your wordless stare was more than enough for her to brace for your sudden gesture of relief as you feel into her grasp, arms circling her waist with a quiet sob as your head pressed to her chest to relax with each thump of her heart. Relief that she had returned alive, and relief that she was willing to accept your silent apology to align your fate with hers.

Mizu sighed as she held you close to her tightly, fearing you could slip away at any moment with her nose digging into your hair the further you leaned against her chest.

“…I love you.”

She had finally said it. Spoke the forsaken words that had been buried away deep within her, carved into her heart yet unable to roll off of her tongue as seamlessly as it had done now. And yet, she had finally uttered what she always wanted to say to you. Everything was blindingly clear, to which she was a fool for not seeing earlier. Mizu had loved you. Adored you with every ounce, every little fiber of her being to which she’d kill anyone for you. Her cold hatred she held juxtaposed the fond tenderness of being with you at any given moment. For you were all she had desired, and will desire for the lifetime.

The same held true as you withdrew your head from her chest to lean forward, bottom lip brushing over her own as a request to access yet another intimate gesture. To which Mizu complied, allowing you to tilt your head into locking your lips with her own. Sharply inhaling to savor her taste in slow, leisurely motions as your lips ate away at her own in an embrace, swallowing up each quiet sigh while her hand rested on the back of your head to pull you closer.

The moment she pulled away, you nodded almost instantly, understanding what she needed from you.

Gratefully, you accepted the brush handed to you, looking over its darkened bristles on the tip alongside the ink pad atop the rock, before shifting your attention back over to Mizu with her back facing you. She glanced over her shoulder, breathing out a quiet whisper while you stepped forward, brush pressed below her nape as you mentally recalled each portion of the heart sutra with each stroke you dragged along her skin.

“There are some things I cannot do alone.”

A/N: GUESS WHOSSSSS BACKKKKKKKKUHHHHHHH yes yes hi hellaurrrr it’s been too long i missed yall I hope this fic isn’t too disappointing I fluctuated between good and bad writing it was confusing asf but hope you don’t mind the bit of lazy writing I’m sorryyyy overall this fic wasn’t too awful?? But definitely not my best work and I forgot how to write for a hot moment until the end so I don’t wanna hear too much complaining 😾

I ❤️ my wife don’t interrupt our happy marriage or I’ll eat your fucking spice jars

also I’ve had this really bad hatred toward humanity recently?? Like ragebaiters and people hating on others for their interests and thinking it’s justified are dumb as shit it’s painful ngl anyway I loev writitng and I loev mizu so hope yall like this??