#Benimaru pain

[kkeidawrites]

Extinguished Flames

Day 26 of Blacktober!

It was half past midnight and it didn’t seem to effect or matter for either Benimaru or Y/n to stop their tussle. Each hit was calculated and painfully directed onto each other, a bruise or a sore appearing on each blow but that didn’t deter them to stop the two from falling over.

Benimaru was brought down to his knees, panting exhaustively while Y/n stilled herself to keep her on her feet, she too was out of breath. Wiping his lip of blood, Benimaru looks up at the woman who had put herself back in a fighting stance, her body shaking.

“Still holding on? You should give up, you’re already on your knees.” She pants.

Not one to be seen as a weakling, Benimaru pulls himself up to stand up but, has no choice but to fall back to his knees as he felt his become jelly. He couldn’t bring himself to stand anymore, he was tired.

“Come on you bastard, one more round. I know you’ve got it in you to keep fighting.” Y/n jeers and Benimaru sighs, placing his hands on his knees and bows his head in defeat.

“I’m done.” He deadpanned and Y/n frowns in confusion.

“What? You’re done?”

“Yeah.” He says and practically drags himself to the springs, maybe it would help with the upcoming soreness developing into his bruises and upcoming swelling.

Y/n watches him go and lets her hands fall by her sides, disappointed that their fight was over and her debt still unpaid. Benimaru grunts softly in pain at the stinging of his wounds and relaxed against the springs, cushioning his head on the soft rocks.

Minutes go by as Benimaru soaks in the water, while Y/n watches him. She wanted to keep fighting, she still had the fire burning inside of her body and if her partner wasn’t ready then she wasn’t going to fight them while they were already down.

She observed his upper body was littered with bruises, even his left eye was swollen and was pretty sure it was going to turn into a black eye. Sighing, Y/n digs into her pocket and pulls out a small box. Walking over to where he was sitting, Y/n sits down behind him and opens the little round canister of ointment.

Using a finger to dip into the ointment, she gently applies it on the large purple bruise that was appearing on his right shoulder. Hissing, Benimaru’s shoulder jerks from the pain but relaxes again when he felt more of the coolness of the salve being applied.

Once she had put the ointment on his back and shoulders, she patted his head gently.

“Hey, turn around so I can get your face.” She said and Benimaru sighs softly but doing as she says.

His chin was placed on top of his folded arms as he closed his left eye, and her finger rubbed around his skin.

“Got you pretty good huh?” Y/n attempts to joke as she begins to rub the salve on his left cheek and Benimaru offers a scoff but grins nonetheless.

“I let you win.” He says.

“Sure you did.” She giggles. Once she was done, Y/n put the ointment back into her pocket and looks down at him.

“Are you going to get in?” He suddenly asks and Y/n raised a brow at him.

“Get in?”

“Yeah, you’re sore too, might as well get in and soak it out.” He shrugs and grunts softly from the pain.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She asks. Benimaru shrugs again.

“Fine, don’t get in. Do what you want.” He says turning around and leaning back against the rocks again.

Y/n hums in thought and looks over the steaming waters. Thinking a soak wouldn’t be such a bad idea, Y/n removes her boots and walks over to the bathrooms of the osen.

Leaving her boots outside, Y/n steps into the bathrooms and proceeds to take off her orange uniform, changing into a towel. Once she was done, Y/n grabs a clean rag and returns to the hotsprings. Removing her towel, she allows her body to be submerged in the springs; Y/n sighs softly at the warm water and relaxes against the shoreline of rocks.

They sit in silence for a while and Benimaru peeks one eye at the woman sitting across from him.

“You know, you should really go and see Captain Burns sometime soon. He says he wants to see you.” She says and Benimaru scoffs.

“If he wants to see me then, he can come and see me.” Benimaru bites annoyed and Y/n rolls his eyes.

“Still having trouble working with the higher ups? You’re such a child.” Y/n jeers and Benimaru shrugs indifferently.

“Come closer.” He says softly, raising his hand to motion her over.

“Why?” Y/n asks.

“I want you to be close to me.” He admits a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

Y/n gives a face but gets up and swims over to his side. Benimaru wraps his right arm around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“You know you still owe me a fight right?” She says and Benimaru sighs.

“No I don’t. You just like to fight.” He says rubbing her waist under the water.

“Yeah, you’re right. But, unfortunately, this is what I have to retort to just so you can spend more time with me. I have to beat your ass just to get your attention.” She says and Benimaru scoffs, turning away.

“If I take you out this weekend, will that satisfy you?” He asks

“No, I want a legit date,” she sits up to look him right in his eyes.

“I want the nice dinner, the hand holding, the whole nine yards Benimaru! You hear me?” She grabs his chin to make sure he was focused only on her and Benimaru hums, nodding.

“Good, now let’s soak.” She says, getting comfortable against him. Benimaru sighs but smiles when he looks down at her, even kissing her forehead.

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[zaimta]

Hi i saw your requests was open and wanted to ask if you could do a fire force benimaru x fem reader bath nsfw oneshot/fic if possible with the reader being a second gen just getting back from helping company 8 with a tough mission (sorry if thats a lot)

a/n- no nsfw the most i can do is suggestive/spicy (i hope fr) but imma still write this out bc i love fire force, it's sfw tho i hope that's okay!

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you stretched your sore body after a long day of assisting the eighth, they needed some extra help around their derestriction. a product from their “investigation” left a ranging infernal in its wake, as a second-gen your powers came in clutch. you assisted maki with fire control, and at times you were on the front lines assisting their third gens as power support. it was a long and exhausting battle once it was over you were overjoyed and immediately collapsed to the floor to catch your breath.

the eighth's captain squatted next to you with a smile "need a hand there y/n?" he extended his hand to you which you gladly took, slowly sitting up with a slight pain in your core "thanks." you returned the smile he sent you "after this, I need along relaxing bath." he chuckled at your comment "I hear ya! hey, thanks for your help again y/n we couldn't thank you enough." you waved your hand dismissively with a smile "it's nothing really, i'm sorry beni couldn't make it though i'm glad I was able to help you guys enough though."

"dont sweat it were glad to have such powerful allies like you guys at the seventh." he nodded his head towards the matchbox "let's get you home, that bath is waiting for ya."

the car ride was a calming change compared to the battle you went through, you had a good time getting to know the members of the company you were allied with but all good things must come to an end as the matchbox pulled up to asakusa, you waved goodbye to you allies and walked to your home longing for relaxation.

the second you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by hina and hika who ran around your legs in circles "she's back! she's back! waka get your lazy ass up shes back!!" they shouted in unison with excitement, you also made a mental note to yourself to keep beni way from the twins for a while his language was starting to rub off on them.

you kneeled down and opened your arms to hug both of them, they gladly jumped into your arms with wide smiles "what were my two favorite troublemakers up to while i was gone? i hope you didn't give beni too much trouble."

hina shook her head "we were on our best behavior n/n i promise-"

"my ass." a brash voice interrupted her, at the sound of his voice the twins scattered running in different directions with impish giggles. you rolled your eyes with a grin at the sound of his voice "benimaru don't tell me the twins gave you a hard time." you teased him with a smile on your face.

"they were nothing more than a pain in my ass." you giggled at his frustration with the twins, normally they would listen to him more than anyone else you assumed they felt like messing with him a bit today "you need a break as much as i do, let's go to the hot spring i was heading there after i stopped by." you lace your fingers with his and lead him to the bathhouse so the two of you could get washed up first. he helped lather up your body with soap in comfortable silence a few moments went by before he said something "how was your mission with the eighth?"

you sighed "it took everything out of me, but i did enjoy working with them they're an interesting bunch!" you smiled.

"thats one way to put it huh." he continues to lather your body and you roll your eyes at him, in return he pinches your side. you rubbed circles on the spot he pinched unaware of how he saw you rolling your eyes if your back was facing him.

once you were cleaned off the two of you took a dip in the hot spring, you leaned against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you. you were completely content, this kind of relaxation was exactly what you were craving. while soaking in the hot spring you found yourself dosing off, you were woken up by benimaru shaking you gently "let's get you to bed y/n that mission took a lot out of you."

you silently nodded and he helped you out of the hot spring, you didn't realize how tired you were until you noticed how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open, your head was bobbing all over the place as you tried your hardest to keep your head up. he walked you to your room and laid down with you, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light immediately.

he smiled softly at the sight of you sleeping sound in his arms "goodnight y/n."

as you walked to back to your home after the eight gave you a ride to akakusa, you couldn't help but long for a bath. after a long day it was just what you needed.

[tarithenurse]

Mending

Fandom: Fireforce AU. Pairing/starring: Benimaru Shinmon &/x fem!reader. Word count: 1628. Content: Angst, heartbreak, bad mental state, first step to recovering, best friend to lover? A/N: Oh the angst! The pain and hearbreak and breakup and such sad things. Please reblog and comment.

Mending

You haven’t answered calls or texts for almost three days now. You haven’t showered either and barely eaten anything. Why should you? You just want to sleep because when you are awake, you lie and stare on the picture on your phone’s screensaver, knowing that it’d never be like that again. You’ll no longer get to wrap your arms around your boyfriend, kiss his cheek. Well...you shouldn’t even think of him as your boyfriend but old habits die hard for you at least.

You’re half asleep when there’s a knocking on the door but you just roll around with a sigh, tug your phone close to your chest and ignore it.

Or you try to.

The knocking turns into a hammering that eventually grows so loud that it sounds like the door might break. What’s worse though: you can hear your name being yelled too and you recognize that voice. Beni. You haven’t seen him in a long time because whenever you did your boyfriend would act sullen and silent afterwards. But Benimaru was your best friend and you’d made sure to send him a text every now and then when you were at work or on the loo...send and then delete all evidence. You’d hated sneaking about like that but you always ended up doing it again.

Now he’s screaming outside your door: “C’mon! I know you’re in there! I just need to make sure you’re okay then I’ll leave again if that’s what you want! Open!”

You gather the blanket around you as you sit up slowly. Even the little bit of movement makes you dizzy but you manage to get to your feet and shuffle out into the hall, where you unlock the door and peek out past the crack.

“Waddyawant?” you mumble, blinking against the sunlight.

Beni is still standing with a hand lifted to bang on the door with as he takes what little he can see of you in and you become disgustingly self-aware of what a mess you are as he lowers the fist and his mouth fall open.

“Fucking hell you’ve had me freaking out,” he admits. “Can I come in?”

You hadn’t wanted to let him in but now he’s here it feels just a tiny bit less horrible so you shrug and shuffle to the couch.

Beni follows. You can hear him sniffing and he makes a detour to open a window in the kitchen and then the two in the living room.

Then he turns to you. “You’re a fucking mess,” he points out the obvious, arms crossed across his broad chest.

“Thank you. Good to see you too,” you hiss before tipping over onto your side, taking up almost all the space – the couch is not that big.

“C’mon,” he drawls, “y’know what I mean. You send me that text and then you ghost me? I have to come here to find that you’re a ghost, almost?” He comes over, lifting you partially to get a spot to sit before letting your head rest on his thigh. “So...before I make you shower...what happened?”

You don’t want to talk about it but the thing with Beni is that he can be silent and you hate silences so of course you want to fill it with something. Anything. Slowly but surely, the words starts pouring out of you about how you’d find out your boyfriend was cheating on you. With his ex whom he’d always said was just a friend now. Of course he denied it at first when you confronted him. The man was even cocky enough to give you his phone and yeah maybe he didn’t think you were really going to search it but you did and there they were, messages send from her except her number was saved under a different name. Texts full of intimate details and plans. He couldn’t deny it any longer so he blew up in your face, screaming and yelling and telling you how it was because you weren’t good enough. That hurt.

Luck is on your side at least a little bit because the apartment is in your name and your boyfriend – your ex – had very few things he wanted from your shared home. Just his clothes and laptop. Then he left. There are still items all over the place that remind you of him, but you’ve avoided looking at them since he walked out the door. You don’t know where he’s gone to but you suspect you can guess anyways.

“What a dick!” Beni growls when your explanation ends, his hand soft on your cheek. “You’re better off without him.”

It hurts to hear in the same way that picking at a wound hurts: a sweet sting. You can feel how the pain rips in the hollow where your heart used to be, then it clogs your throat and steal your voice so you only can nod. The tears come next, hot and silent, leaving new salty streaks on top of the old tracks.

Benimaru just holds you as you sob. Silently rocking you.

Once you’ve calmed down he disappears into the bathroom and you can hear things clonking before the water starts running.

A moment later he’s back and methodically starts to unwrap you from the blanket despite your protests and you’re all too aware of the pungent smell released from under the comforting layers once he’s got you in your shorts and top...but he doesn’t care. He just picks you up and silently carries you to the bathtub where he sits you on the edge.

“Now...either you take care of this part yourself or I’ll see to it,” he flatly explains. “Get washed. Good long soak. Use one of your hair masks or whatever.”

You nod, still snivelling a bit, but remains seated until he’s out of the steamy bathroom and has closed the door after him. Then you look around: every product that belonged to your ex is gone together with the plastic bag in the bin.

“I can’t hear water splashing!” Beni suddenly yells through the door.

“Okay okay,” you mutter back.

It’s enough to get you moving, though. Slowly you peel the dirty clothes off before stepping briefly into the shower, wanting to get the worst of the dirt off before you crawl into the tub.

The moment you do abandon the shower and step into the scalding water, you have no more tears to give. The ache is still there but it’s dulled somewhat and you slowly entertain yourself with an extensive self-pampering routine while you try to ignore the odd sounds coming from whatever Beni is doing. Sometimes he’ll stop his actions and come to knock gently on the door:

“You okay in there?” he asks.

And every time you’ll hum a yes because you kind of...are? Not great. Not happy. But...at peace?

Eventually the water gets cool and you reluctantly step out of the bath and dry yourself down, making sure to scrub extra hard.

Still wrapped in the towel, you tiptoe across the hall and into the bedroom and stop. You don’t even have to investigate you just know that things are different: the bedding has been changed and if you were to look around you know you wouldn’t find the windows and memorabilia from your time with your ex. It’s all gone.

“Beni?” you call, voice wavering.

It’s too much. It’s almost like your ex was never there.

“I know,” Beni says, entering behind you, “but you need a clean start. Nothing’s tossed. You can look through it later...right now you just need you.”

Turning to see his serious expression, your vision doubles from the tears that are collecting but you’d be damned if you’ll cry more because of that ass-hole. Sniffling, you straighten up. You nod.

“You got this,” Beni promises you.

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Tall Benimaru has somehow managed to curl up on your couch, refusing to go home for the night and have you be alone again. Still, you feel alone, lying in the big bed where there used to be someone beside you.

Tossing and turning, you eventually give up and tiptoe into the living room. You just want to see him sleep a bit, maybe that can calm you down. But of course you step right on the one single creaking floorboard and he pushes himself up by the elbows.

“You okay?” he asks, voice heavy with sleep.

“I...” You don’t really know what you want except to not be alone. “Come into bed...it’s big enough for us both,” you decide.

“You sure?” he sits up properly now, trying to read your face in the dim light of the street lamps.

“Yeah...don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay.”

He follows you as if he needs to be shown the way, blanket partially draped over a shoulder though it’s not enough to obscure the broad expanse of his naked chest.

In the bedroom, he lets you get settled in first before crawling into bed, close to the edge to allow for enough room between the two of you.

“I don’t bite,” you point out, earning a crooked smile.

“I might.”

“Never.”

Shuffling a bit closer, he eventually comes to rest on his side, facing you. It’s easy to reach out and take his hand, weave you fingers with his without even thinking about it until it’s done. But it feels right and he doesn’t pull his hand away.

“Hold me?” you ask, voice tiny and fragile like the little bloom of something inside your raw chest.

“Always.”

He scoops you into his arms easily, chest to back so you can feel his heartbeat thundering and his breathe slowly levelling out. There, you drift a way. You barely register the soft kiss he places on your temple.

[animeyanderelover]

hello! happy holidays to you, hope your new year turns out well!

firstly, id like to request more yanderes of your choice, maybe the newer fandoms, with that prompt i suggested long ago, about darling distancing themselves to plan on how to confess to yanderes.

and then for my last request, id like to request random yanderes of your choice again, with the happy death day prompt

i just like giving you room to write what you want so yea, I'm glad with anything

Thanks so much!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, death, paranoia, stalking, abduction, isolation, suicidal thoughts

Happy Death Day

Shinmon Benimaru

❤️‍🔥​There are no words in the dictionary that could even begin to describe the pain he's going through as his red eyes can't tear themselves away from your burnt corpse, the sickening smell of burnt flesh invading his nostrils as his stomach is contracting, pushing his lunch slowly up until Benimaru feels a sour taste pushing at the back of his throat. He's dizzy and feels nauseous, hears his own heartbeat drumming agonizingly fast against his chest as the sound drowns out everything else around him. He doesn't notice how Konro gently puts a hand on his shoulder, how the twins start weeping when seeing your corpse or how the citzens of Asakusa form a crowd, shocked and sad as all of them knew that you were Benimaru's partner. Eventually the man stumbles back, seemingly in a trance as he makes his way past a worried Konro and all citizens, the image of your burnt body forever engraved into his brain, a testament to his failure. There's a slight sway to his steps, his legs feeling weak and fragile just like the rest of him. He barely makes it past a few houses before he stops and has to support himself, a numbing feeling taking over.

❤️‍🔥​You wake up with a startle from your horrific dream, your clothes sticking to your skin due to the sweat. There's a heavy weight surrounding you and it takes you a moment to realize that this weight is physical and not the aftermath of your terrifying dream. It's in fact your lover who has somehow managed to curl himself around you, arms wrapped around your waist and legs entangled with your own. His hold is tight like one of a constrictor snake and his skin is noticably hot. You feel more sweat start to arise on your body and you do your best to turn around as good as you can, flinching again when you see his red eyes already looking at you. For a while you just look at him and hope he'll understand what you want, when he instead just cuddles you even closer and puts his head in the crook of your neck, you realize he doesn't have any intentions to let you go in the foreseeable future. You have to slap his arm in the end and tell him that you want him to ease his hold and let you go so that you can go to the bathroom. He pounders over your wish for a while before he hesitantly lets you go. When you return from the bathroom, Benimaru is sitting, waiting for you.

❤️‍🔥​Now, you know that Benimaru has his clingy moments with you but something is just off with him today. He persistently follows you around the moment morning arrives and you stand up, laboriously that is as you have to fight his arms off. You feel like he's a little duckling, a muscular and very powerful duckling, but a clingy duckling nonetheless. It's almost slightly creepy as he hovers around you and doesn't allow you to leave his sight, he's even standing in front of the goddamn door leading to the bathroom as if fearing that something might happen. Obviously he doesn't mention it to you as he doesn't want you to worry but this nightmare has bothered him too much to act completely nonchalant. You don't see the reason to tell him about your nightmare either so both of you just attempt to go on with your daily routine as normal. Until both of you realize the familiar pattern in today and in the dream both of you had. Benimaru isn't necessarily superstitious but those are one too many similarities.

❤️‍🔥​Neither Konro nor the twins seem to know anything but what about you? Benimaru's eyes turn to you as he observes you to see if you perhaps know anything. Surely enough he sees cracks in your facade you try to put on as every little thing you remember from your dream puts your nerves more on edge. A confirmation for him, at the very latest when he doesn't pull his bluntless and asks you the same question that has been tormenting him since the earliest morning. Have you seen your own death today in your dreams? You can't hide the shock and silent fear on your face and the same silent horror resonates somewhere deep inside Benimaru's heart. But that's alright. This can be avoided if you simply stay at home today and don't go out. He hushes your protests quickly, not willing to hear any of them. Your life is far more important than any plans you could have had today. You find yourself feeling much more smothered with his presence even after the Infernal is taken care of as something inside Benimaru is slightly damaged. He's always known about dangers of Infernals but it's the first time that he's experienced the indescribable amount of pain of losing you because he wasn't fast enough.

Roy Mustang

​🔥​It is hard to put into words what's going on inside of Roy as he's informed about your death that happened during a terrible accident whilst he was working on some documents in his office. He just stares at whoever delivered the message to him for a good amount of time as the weight of those words take a while to penetrate his skin and sink in. When everything has finally settled, he suddenly stands abruptly up, his chair tumbling back and his hand banging onto the surface of the desk, sending a few documents flying as his gaze widens and his whole face twists into a horrified and frenzied mask. All his duties are forgotten as he storms out, ignores everyone who worriedly asks him what's wrong as he runs down the halls, headed to the scene where the accident happened. As soon as the location becomes visible to him, he's feeling nauseous. A carriage that lost a wheel went out of control and crashed into the pavement, hurting a couple of people. Riza accompanies him to the morgue later on for moral support as Roy is already shaking and breathing erratic. When he's shown your corpse, he instantly turns around, supports himself against the wall, sounds akin to a dying animal leaving his throat.

​🔥​Hot palms are clinging to you the moment you wake up from your all but pleasant dream, warm and troubled breath coming from next to you. When you turn around, you notice how Roy is visibly shaking next to you, feel his muscles tightening and trembling. When you touch his face, you feel beads of sweat covering his skin. He's having quite obviously a nightmare so you quickly start shaking him and calling his name quietly to wake him up. One of his hands grabs your wrist tightly as he's at first only half-awake, muttering something from it being your fault, whatever it might be. A few seconds later he snaps out of it though and realizes with shock what he's doing, quickly releases your wrist. Then he's shuffling closer to you, cradles your face gently in his hands and lets his eyes roam over you frantically as if in slight disbelief that you're even here. You're confused but don't say anything. Eventually Roy unwinds a bit, his body relaxing as he pulls you closer to him in a tight hold.

​🔥​Breakfast with him that morning is strange. As soon as you want to leave the room, he instantly questions you on where you plan to go and his eyes are a lot more on you than they normally are, carefully observing your every move as if afraid that something will happen to you otherwise. You know that he's had a nightmare and you assume that his behavior might be because of it but you did too and you're not acting like that. And you saw yourself dying after all. Even when you shortly go outside to retrieve the newspaper which is always delievered to your house by a kind boy, he wants to know what you're doing. You're already in the process of reading it when you return to the kitchen but you stop midway through the door frame, eyes glued to the contents of the paper. Instantly you catch Roy's attention who stands up from his chair and is next to your side with a few huge steps, questioning you worried what's wrong before his dark eyes also fly over tha article. His face loses all color in only a few seconds.

​🔥​Not because there are shocking news written on the paper, it's because everything written there is eerily familiar. He's read this very same newspaper before in his dream. On the day where you died. Roy is so much in shock and fear that it takes a few moments for him to notice but then it suddenly clicks and dark eyes slowly look at you, still transfixed on the newspaper with fear all over your face. Then you feel his intense gaze on you though and flinch, slowly and almost hesitantly meeting his eyes. You...why are you so scared? This isn't a secret you can keep away from him as he forces you to sit down and interrogates you almost, demanding you in a desperate tone to tell him the truth. You give in eventually and admit it to him and his face twists once again into an ugly mask of horror and paranoia. He's pacing back and forth in the kitchen for a while, distantly wondering about possibilities of having a prophetic dream or something similar to that before he abruptly stops and turns to you. You'll stay home. It isn't a request it's a demand he won't let you argue with, too consumed by his own paranoia of losing you. Roy becomes worse after that day, far more controlling and monopolizing.

Mizuki

​🐍​The scent of blood is overwhelming, the red liquid everywhere. It's staining the material of your clothes, your once beautifully bright eyes dull and empty and your mesmerizing and serene heartbeat forever silenced. Never again will he hear your gorgeous laughter or catch a glimpse of your mesmerizing smile. You might as well have just taken Mizuki with you to the afterlife as his heart dies together with the loss of you. The shikigami is a mess, covered in tears, snot and your blood as he sobs and cries with a loud and broken voice. He's forgotten how to breathe, his breath getting caught in his lungs, his chest moving rapidly and his vision blurry. His clothes and his white skin are stained with your blood as he clings to your dead body, desperately and uselessly hoping and begging to sense a heartbeat yet only terrifying silence engulfs the both of you. If you hear his wails in the distance, leave. Mizuki will attack and hurt everyone who dares to appraoch the two of you right now. He doesn't want to be alone, he can't do it alone! Oh...he knows! He'll just follow you! Yes! As soon as he's buried you somewhere around his shrine, he'll go with you! Your one and only loyal shikigami will go everywhere with you.

​🐍​The spirits in his shrine can only scurry away in horror as soon as Mizuki awakes from his slumber, livid, confused and above everything else in unbelievable pain. It's pulsing through his veins, it squeezes all air out of his lungs and claws at his heart to the point where he clutches his chest in pain. Green eyes are darting back and forth, glowing maliciously, his pupils mere slits. He's gazing at his hands and his outfit, as clean as ever with not even the slightest drop of blood on them. Mizuki knows better though than to brush it off, it's a feeling he has deep inside his bones and soul. This dream meant something, showed him something that will happen. Paranoia poisons his mind and heart quickly and in the next moment he's rushing outside the shrine, hissing at the spirits of the place to quickly finish the room he's been preparing for your arrival for a while now. It isn't finished yet but that's alright, he'll do it soon. First he has to retrieve you.

​🐍​You're largely minding your own business on that day, although that terrifying nightmare of yours is still haunting you. You've never had a dream as detailed and gory as this but you do your best to ignore it. You're not superstitious and do your best to be as stubborn as you can be to remain oblivious to every single similarity you notice to the nightmare you had. It can't be, it can't be, it can't be. A mandra you repeat as often as you can to convince yourself that nothing is wrong. Whilst you're on your way outside though, your attention is drawn to a white snake. You're slightly startled, take a few cautious steps back as it stares at you with it's eyes. You're unsure what it wants from you until you feel another one sliding up your leg. You shriek, try to pull it away only to notice with growing fear that even more snakes emerge from the bushes and inch closer to you. Within all of this you suddenly feel two hands wrapping themselves around you from behind, a voice whispering to you that everything will be fine.

​🐍​When you wake up, you're on a tatami mat and wrapped up in a cozy blanket. You're slightly confused of where you are before the image of white scales and green eyes return to you, the purr of a sickenly sweet voice before you passed out. When you abruptly sit up as it dawns on you that you've been abducted, you feel a sudden weight clinging to your form. As soon as you look down, you're met with white hair and piercing green eyes looking with an excited shimmer at you. Before you can scream, run away, do anything this man, the same one who abducted you, sits up with a thrilled and lovesick smile on his face. He's welcoming you in your new home, apologizes for the sudden events and promises you to get all your stuff as quickly as possible and to finish decorating the room to your liking soon. He's disturbingly indifferent about the fact that he kidnapped you. You manage to stutter out who he is and why you're here, a question that seems to trigger him somehow as you feel how he heaves himself up your body, closer and tighter, until his head is resting on the spot where he can feel your heartbeat. There were some dangers...but don't concern yourself about it. Your shikigami has already taken care of it.

Vanitas

🌙​The usually smug and flirtatious man is gone in an instant when he finds your dead body, another casualty in an attack of another curse-bearer. He only finds out after having saved them though, if he would have known beforehand he might have just refused to cure them. Blue eyes are filled with pure hatred and Noél fears that he might just attack the vampire he just saved, he certainly looks like it. His whole body is trembling, his breath is erratic and there is a frenzied look on his face akin to one of a murderer. Hatred is always the least painful emotion, the one which offers distraction from the pain and it oozes out of his entire being in that moment. This short freedom of pain and reality, of only hatred, lasts only a few moments though before it all collapses and reveals the broken man Vanitas has always been, only to be shattered even more. He kneels down next to the body of yours, takes you softly in his arms and bites down onto his lip until he tastes blood, trying his best to not cry. Nothing is gained though as salty tears fall from his eyelashes and silent sobs start wrecking his body as he starts gently rocking back and forth, clutching you tightly to his chest. You aren't supposed to leave him! Not like this!

🌙​As soon as he wakes, the world is spinning. Hot and cold shivers go down his spine, he feels beads of sweat dropping down his temple and his heartbeat goes frenzy inside his chest. He clutches his clothes resting right above his racing heartbeat, finds himself struggling to take a simple breath as his chest feels heavy. Everything feels wrong, everything feels scary and subconsciously as he isn't able to focus properly, one of his shaky hands makes his way over to you until it feels your warm body with his fingertips. Safe and sound, asleep right next to him. A sweet yet stinging sweetness that has his heart swelling as a wave of dolorous relief takes a hold of the man and he feels hot tears dripping down his face, muffled sobs escaping his lips as he does his best to not wake you up. He's too vulnerable, too helpless and ugly to allow you to let you see him right now, suffers all alone in silence until morning comes creeping around and you wake up.

🌙​You wake up to be greeted with the sight of a rarely vulnerable-looking Vanitas. He's asleep, appears to have snuggled deeper into the blanket as his head is resting close to your chest so that you're almost tempted to cradle his head. Eyelashes flutter open though to reveal magnificent blue eyes staring up to you and for a short moment you imagine to see a flash of pain and sorrow darkening them before they return to their normal sparkle, playful and willing to tease you. He can not under any circumstances let you know about his nightmare because he isn't a child anymore. He doesn't need to run to you as soon as he's had a nightmare to get your comfort. So he does his best to act as normal as he can, teases you to his heart's content. He's an waful lot more frightful though and terribly observing so neither the events of this day nor your own slowly changing mood are missed. He feels his lungs filling with paranoia when he draws the horrible conclusion.

🌙​Hands hold your face softly, a contrast to his fingertips digging into your cheeks as blue eyes have returned to the broken and maniac look you thought you'd only imagined before. You can't fully blame him though as you've recognized yourself what's going to happen today. You got in a bit of an argument with Vanitas about how to proceed though, leading you to this current position. You've never seen him so out of control, see the tears shimmering in his eyes and the tremors going through his body with the memory of the dream. He won't let it happen again though. You won't leave him all alone in this world. You, the only person around whom he doesn't hate himself as much as he normally does. You're scared of this Vanitas though as he's far too unpredictable, muttering more to himself than to you that he wil be prepared this time. The man has lost it, the realization that the day is merely about to repeat itself has broken him as he vows to go against destiny to ensure that you live. He'll go against your own wishes as well as you're clearly less concerned than he is. Can't you listen to him just this once?! Careful now or you might end up in chains, Vanitas is certainly unhinged enough now

[brandnewbeing]

Hi! I’m Kassie, and I’ve been crafting immersive, story-driven roleplays since I was 13! As a 26-year-old, happily married mom of one, I balance life, work-from-home days, and my love for writing. I’m here looking for long-term RP partners to create unforgettable stories together. If you’re into detailed, novella-style roleplay with rich character development and emotional depth, keep reading!

👩‍💻 26 | Mom of One

🎭 Roleplay Enthusiast | 11+ Years Writing Experience

🖋️ Advanced Novella Writer | Creative Storyteller

🌈 Submissive Writer | Petite Character Specialist

🎮 Nerdy & Weeby | Autistic & ADHD | Fandoms Only | Discord Only

🌟 What I’m Looking For 🌟

Dominant Partner – I play submissive characters and prefer partners who take the lead in dynamics.

Open to All Genders – Male, female, non-binary—everyone’s welcome!

Long-Term Commitment – I want to build ongoing storylines we can grow over time.

Creative, Story-Driven Collaboration – I’m all about creating rich narratives with engaging characters.

Advanced Writers – Novella-style posts with depth and creativity are my ideal.

Patience Appreciated – My weekdays are busy with work and family, but I’m committed to our stories.

Strictly Roleplay – I’m happy to chat OOC for brainstorming, but I’m here for the stories.

🌟 My Rules 🌟

I know what I like, so if my style isn’t for you, no hard feelings!

Introduce Yourself – Share a little about you and what you’re looking for in an RP.

Fandom Focused – I play my OCs within specific fandoms (see below).

Friendly OOC – Building rapport outside the RP helps us connect better as writing partners!

Detailed Writing – My replies are 3–6 paragraphs (or more if the story calls for it). I value consistency.

Clear Grammar & Spelling – Mistakes happen, but effort goes a long way.

Plot & Brainstorming – Let’s bounce ideas back and forth to create something epic!

Third-Person Writing – My preferred style for storytelling.

18+ Only – Both writers and characters must be adults. Looking for 18 - 45 years old.

No Doubling – I prefer focusing on one strong storyline.

Writing Sample Required – I’d love to see your style to ensure we’re a good fit.

🌟 Interests & Themes 🌟

🕊Dead Dove Encouraged🕊

I’m all about creating deep, emotional, and dark narratives that push characters to their breaking points. Here’s what I love exploring:

✨ Trauma & Emotional Build-Up – The heartbreak, the pain, and the slow, satisfying climb toward redemption.

✨ Dark Themes – Mind games, manipulation, and the kind of tension that keeps you on edge.

✨ Intense Dynamics – Corruption, blackmail, and those twisted power struggles that challenge everything.

✨ Character Development – Breaking characters down piece by piece, just to build them back up stronger (or maybe not).

When it comes to blending this with kinkier elements, I’m all for:

Power imbalances and exploring control.

Twisted, emotionally charged relationships.

Vulnerability and submission, with characters unraveling in unexpected ways.

Storytelling always comes first for me. I love mixing heavy emotions with darker and spicier moments to create something raw and compelling. If you’re curious about specifics, just ask—I’m happy to share my F-List!

Strictly for creative writing. 💌

🌟 Fandoms & Characters 🌟

I play female OCs (All roleplays are Female x Male) paired with canon characters from these fandoms:

Pokemon: Volo, Guzma

One Punch Man: Genos, Saitama, Sonic

Naruto: Obito/Tobi, Kakashi (Maybe others)

Fire Force: Akitaru, Shinra, Benimaru

Tokyo Ghoul: Enji Koma, Uta

Black Clover: Zora, Yami, Nacht

Dr. Stone: Senku, Tsukasa, Gen

Chainsaw Man: Denji, Aki

Jujutsu Kasien: Gojo, Geto, Namani

Kaiju #8: Kafka, Soshiro, Reno, Iharu

🌟 Let’s Create Something Amazing! 🌟

If this sounds like your kind of writing vibe, send me a DM with a little about yourself and a writing sample. Once we connect, we can brainstorm ideas, build plots, and set up a private Discord server to bring it all to life.Let’s make something unforgettable together! 💌

[luvie-42]

Fired Up! Shinmon Benimaru x F!Y/N

(REAL QUICK THIS BENIMARU IS NOT FROM: how i was reincarnated as a slime! THIS IS FROM FIRE FORCE IF YOU DID NOT SEE THE POLL OR THE PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR!!) I felt like making this anyway soooo

WARNINGS: cussing, killing an infernal(s) or just killing in general, mentions of alcohol/drinking, use of weapons/fire, spoilers for anyone who has not watched Fire Force on Funimation, Hulu, Or Crunchy roll and any other site!

-You were born in Tokyo, Asakusa or well known as Company 7's Jurisdiction of the Fire force who are split into 8 companies (if it's not 8 let me know pls-) You were born in 7th, Now being a well grown woman you still had a lot to learn. How to control your powers, try and be a fire soldier for the 7th, and get to know Shinmon Benimaru. Your captain, All you knew was that he was a compound fire soldier and well strong. You never got to know him personally and he barely knew you as well so to start it all back we'll go through your lil backstory a bit!

-Your Father became single ever since your mother left him because she cheated on him. Harsh right? He was a part of your life mostly because he kept drowning his sorrows and problems in alcohol with his friends and kept doing silly shit all the time. One night he put you to rest and tucked you in bed then went to go see his friends

-Then...That's when the mania started you woke up with your father screaming because he's been impaled with a long sharp object that soon disappeared into the floor with a light hollow red circle surrounding it. The wound your father has had soon started to go up in flames. You jump out of bed to help your father but it was Too. Late. He had died, in your tiny arms, The fire wasn't extinguished though and it soon set the house on fire.

-About 12 minutes later Special Fire Force company 2 arrived and brought you two out of the burning house. It wasn't too late before you saw your dad's corpse. Burned, Impaled, The look on his face looked like he was still alive and needed someone to put an end to his pain. The man who kept you by his side while you watched your poor father go to the ambulance said "I'm sorry to say this but, it's possible that you caused the death of your Dad..." Those were the only words you heard out of his mouth. "What do you mean!? I'd NEVER EVER kill my father!" You said with shock and confusion "I said it's possible! There were no signs of infernal combustion anywhere around your house. You were the only one who could have caused it...I'm sorry." You broke down to a state of tears while the man comforted you and watched the home you grew up in die down from the flames.

-"Aaaand that's my backstory! I'm pretty much over it now." You told Tamaki who looked heartbroken at the sad past you just told her. "Oh my gosh! That must have been traumatizing to you, even at a young age!" You looked at her then at the ground. "Yeah, but i'm still so damn nervous! I'm gonna work for company 7.." You looked overwhelmed a bit, I mean you heard about Benimaru Shinmon, THE destroyer of Asakusa a bit. It was mostly scary stories or made up ones. "Hey, it's okay! I mean yeah my captains is a bit intimidating too! So you're not alone." You calmed down a bit "Okay Tami...I think i'm good now!"It was about ready to start the Rookie Fire Soldier Games and the objective was to destroy the fake infernals and save the people in some building, looked easy enough.

-It was about to start and a boy with black hair kept staring at the big ass weapon you had summoned from the ground by doing some tracing of a circle and triangles. It was even taller than you that creeped him out

(Context: you are a 2nd & 3rd gen like Waka so u can ignite and control your flames and put them on the weapon above, you also had the ability to make the Torch (Weapon name) wider and taller so max height it at least a 2 story house. To make it appear you had to trace a triangle in a circle with 5 triangles surrounding it. I hope this is understood! if not just tell me)

-You held it with pride even though it was the same thing that killed your father, your mindset was focused and ready to fight. The flames of the guy who said go lit up, it was time. You jumped up and spun your Torch around and went to the top of the building, punctured a hole and jumped in.

(TIME SKIP if u watched the episode you know what happened!)

-The building was being put out and you were about to leave but saw Company 8th's captain talking to the black haired boy, if you recall correctly he basically had the same backstory as you. You asked the captain if you could spend the night at his company, it was already too dark to go to Asakusa anyways. The place was nice, there was a lot of gym equipment around it though. The girls were excited to see another girl with them but turned a bit sad when you said you had to leave in the morning. They gave you a bed and blanket and you could say this was the best sleep you've gotten in a while.

-Next day was Asakusa, Company 7th's jurisdiction. Your home.

The fact that this took DAYS to make because i've been lacking sleep, have buckets of laundry, AND i gotta go somewhere tommorow so i gotta get this all done. But im glad i finished the story.

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Hello 👋

I'm very interested in how Joker or Benimaru would behave when their partner betrayed them. This led to my desire to make a request for a hint 2. first loss and 3. first betrayal

I would like to know what you think.

Thank you in advance

Ohhhh I love this! I don't get to write our boys hurt too often (or maybe at all?), this was a lot of fun to write! Thank you, Anon!

And also you're welcome! I hope it's what you were looking for!

Joker

First Times: 2. First Loss 3. First Betrayal

You didn't mean to. But that didn't matter.

Joker had stepped away from you, looking at you like you were a stranger.

Your heart thundered in your ears, hands shaking. You wanted to beg him to forgive you, throw yourself at his mercy, but it felt useless. You didn't know what to say; all you could do was stand in panicked silence, waiting. He shook his head, chuckled darkly, sneer on his mouth.

"Jo..."

He just shook his head again and laughed aloud this time, a sick, tainted sound against the warmth you were used to. Everything about him was cold, even the air around him. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shaky hands rubbing your arms.

"I knew this was a mistake."

"No it wasn't, it never was. I'm so sorry, please believe me."

"Your sorrow changes nothing. I should have known better. Trust only leads to one place in this life." Tears silently rolled down your face, your mouth fixed to speak but no words forthcoming. You wanted so badly to tell him he was wrong... but he wasn't, was he?

You'd fucked up.

He looked at you one last time, the pain on his face a punch to your gut until it slipped into the bemused indifference he wore the first time you saw him.

You never wanted to see that face again. Not at you.

"You won't see me again."

He turned heel, stuffed his hands in his pockets and disappeared into shadow down the dark street. You stood crying in place, longer than you should have, wrapped around yourself, knowing in your heart he meant every word.

He was gone.

Shinmon Benimaru

First Times: 2. First Loss 3. First Betrayal

Devastation flashed briefly over his face, replaced by an icy glare; jaw set, brow creased, tenuous restraint in his eyes.

"It was you?"

"Beni, I thought I could help..."

"You went behind my back? To the Empire? You're the reason this is happening?"

The street behind him lay in ruins, Konro crumpled next to the guardhouse under a cooling blanket with an entourage of Hikeshi tending to him. The gravel in Beni's voice betrayed his pain despite his hard expression.

You hadn't intended to give them any information but it had come out so naturally. You trusted them, expected their help. Of course they would deny being behind this, but everyone knew. Beni had warned you, forbade you talking to them. You did it anyway, and there you were.

"Leave."

You stood in place, unmoving, shocked. "That's it?"

Eyes flashing he turned before he said something he couldn’t take back. He cast one last glance over his shoulder.

“Get your things, leave my town and don’t come back.”

He walked away, leaving you stunned, helpless.

“Waka…” Konro called as Beni strode past him into the guardhouse. He was dismissed with the wave of a hand.

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

Konro hadn’t seen tears in his eyes since he was a child. Beni looked every bit that beaten down child, head hung low, pain evident on his face as he retreated to sanctuary to grieve alone.

[find-your-roleplay]

Hi! I’m Kassie, and I’ve been crafting immersive, story-driven roleplays since I was 13! As a 26-year-old, happily married mom of one, I balance life, work-from-home days, and my love for writing. I’m here looking for long-term RP partners to create unforgettable stories together. If you’re into detailed, novella-style roleplay with rich character development and emotional depth, keep reading!

👩‍💻 26 | Mom of One

🎭 Roleplay Enthusiast | 11+ Years Writing Experience

🖋️ Advanced Novella Writer | Creative Storyteller

🌈 Submissive Writer | Petite Character Specialist

🎮 Nerdy & Weeby | Autistic & ADHD

🌟 What I’m Looking For 🌟

Dominant Partner – I play submissive characters and prefer partners who take the lead in dynamics.

Open to All Genders – Male, female, non-binary—everyone’s welcome!

Long-Term Commitment – I want to build ongoing storylines we can grow over time.

Creative, Story-Driven Collaboration – I’m all about creating rich narratives with engaging characters.

Advanced Writers – Novella-style posts with depth and creativity are my ideal.

Patience Appreciated – My weekdays are busy with work and family, but I’m committed to our stories.

Strictly Roleplay – I’m happy to chat OOC for brainstorming, but I’m here for the stories.

🌟 My Rules 🌟

I know what I like, so if my style isn’t for you, no hard feelings!

Introduce Yourself – Share a little about you and what you’re looking for in an RP.

Fandom Focused – I play my OCs within specific fandoms (see below).

Friendly OOC – Building rapport outside the RP helps us connect better as writing partners!

Detailed Writing – My replies are 3–6 paragraphs (or more if the story calls for it). I value consistency.

Clear Grammar & Spelling – Mistakes happen, but effort goes a long way.

Plot & Brainstorming – Let’s bounce ideas back and forth to create something epic!

Third-Person Writing – My preferred style for storytelling.

18+ Only – Both writers and characters must be adults.

No Doubling – I prefer focusing on one strong storyline.

Writing Sample Required – I’d love to see your style to ensure we’re a good fit.

🌟 Interests & Themes 🌟

🕊Dead Dove Encouraged🕊

I’m all about creating deep, emotional, and dark narratives that push characters to their breaking points. Here’s what I love exploring:

✨ Trauma & Emotional Build-Up – The heartbreak, the pain, and the slow, satisfying climb toward redemption.

✨ Dark Themes – Mind games, manipulation, and the kind of tension that keeps you on edge.

✨ Intense Dynamics – Corruption, blackmail, and those twisted power struggles that challenge everything.

✨ Character Development – Breaking characters down piece by piece, just to build them back up stronger (or maybe not).

When it comes to blending this with kinkier elements, I’m all for:

Power imbalances and exploring control.

Twisted, emotionally charged relationships.

Vulnerability and submission, with characters unraveling in unexpected ways.

Storytelling always comes first for me. I love mixing heavy emotions with darker and spicier moments to create something raw and compelling. If you’re curious about specifics, just ask—I’m happy to share my F-List!

Strictly for creative writing. 💌

🌟 Fandoms & Characters 🌟

I play female OCs (All roleplays are Female x Male) paired with canon characters from these fandoms:

Pokemon: Volo, Guzma

One Punch Man: Genos, Saitama, Sonic

Naruto: Obito/Tobi, Kakashi (Maybe others)

Fire Force: Akitaru, Shinra, Benimaru

Tokyo Ghoul: Enji Koma, Uta

Black Clover: Zora, Yami, Nacht

Dr. Stone: Senku, Tsukasa, Gen

Chainsaw Man: Denji, Aki

Jujutsu Kasien: Gojo, Geto, Namani

Kaiju #8: Kafka, Soshiro, Reno, Iharu

🌟 Let’s Create Something Amazing! 🌟

If this sounds like your kind of writing vibe, send me a DM with a little about yourself and a writing sample. Once we connect, we can brainstorm ideas, build plots, and set up a private Discord server to bring it all to life.Let’s make something unforgettable together! 💌

Best of luck finding your roleplay!!

[prpfz]

Hi! I’m Kassie, and I’ve been crafting immersive, story-driven roleplays since I was 13! As a 26-year-old, happily married mom of one, I balance life, work-from-home days, and my love for writing. I’m here looking for long-term RP partners to create unforgettable stories together. If you’re into detailed, novella-style roleplay with rich character development and emotional depth, keep reading!

👩‍💻 26 | Mom of One

🎭 Roleplay Enthusiast | 11+ Years Writing Experience

🖋️ Advanced Novella Writer | Creative Storyteller

🌈 Submissive Writer | Petite Character Specialist

🎮 Nerdy & Weeby | Autistic & ADHD

🌟 What I’m Looking For 🌟

Dominant Partner – I play submissive characters and prefer partners who take the lead in dynamics.

Open to All Genders – Male, female, non-binary—everyone’s welcome!

Long-Term Commitment – I want to build ongoing storylines we can grow over time.

Creative, Story-Driven Collaboration – I’m all about creating rich narratives with engaging characters.

Advanced Writers – Novella-style posts with depth and creativity are my ideal.

Patience Appreciated – My weekdays are busy with work and family, but I’m committed to our stories.

Strictly Roleplay – I’m happy to chat OOC for brainstorming, but I’m here for the stories.

🌟 My Rules 🌟

I know what I like, so if my style isn’t for you, no hard feelings!

Introduce Yourself – Share a little about you and what you’re looking for in an RP.

Fandom Focused – I play my OCs within specific fandoms (see below).

Friendly OOC – Building rapport outside the RP helps us connect better as writing partners!

Detailed Writing – My replies are 3–6 paragraphs (or more if the story calls for it). I value consistency.

Clear Grammar & Spelling – Mistakes happen, but effort goes a long way.

Plot & Brainstorming – Let’s bounce ideas back and forth to create something epic!

Third-Person Writing – My preferred style for storytelling.

18+ Only – Both writers and characters must be adults.

No Doubling – I prefer focusing on one strong storyline.

Writing Sample Required – I’d love to see your style to ensure we’re a good fit.

🌟 Kinks & Preferences 🌟

I love exploring darker, complex, and intense themes that push boundaries and dive into emotional depth. Some of my favorites:

Size Difference – Petite characters paired with larger partners.

Non-Con & Dub-Con – Open to these themes depending on the plot.

Sleep Play – Exploring trust and control dynamics.

Corruption & Manipulation – Including blackmail, kidnapping, and power struggles.

Mind Break – Themes like being drugged or drunk.

Stockholm & Lima Syndrome – Twisted relationship dynamics.

Abuse, Breeding, Begging – Adds layers to darker plots.

Masochism & Sadism – I’m into masochism, so sadistic elements are welcome with thoughtfulness.

✨ I have a full F-List available if you want more details—just ask!

🌟 Interests & Themes 🌟

Let’s dive into intense storylines and rich emotions:

Trauma & Emotional Build-Up – Pain, heartbreak, and redemption arcs.

Dark Themes – Manipulation, non-con/dub-con, mind games.

Intense Dynamics – Corruption, blackmail, and twisted power struggles.

Character Development – Breaking them down and building them back up.

🌟 Fandoms & Characters 🌟

I play female OCs (All roleplays are Female x Male) paired with canon characters from these fandoms:

Jujutsu Kaisen (Gojo, Geto, Nanami)

Chainsaw Man (Denji, Aki)

Tokyo Ghoul (Uta, Enji Koma)

One Punch Man (Genos, Sonic, Saitama)

Black Clover (Yami, Nacht, Zora)

Kaiju #8 (Kafka, Reno, Soshiro)

Fire Force (Shinra, Benimaru, Akitaru)

Detroit: Become Human (Connor, RK900, Gavin)

Dr. Stone (Senku, Tsukasa, Gen)

Creepypasta (Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack & more! — No Slenderman!)

🌟 Let’s Create Something Amazing! 🌟

If this sounds like your kind of writing vibe, send me a DM with a little about yourself and a writing sample. Once we connect, we can brainstorm ideas, build plots, and set up a private Discord server to bring it all to life.Let’s make something unforgettable together! 💌

DM @brandnewbeing if interested!

[novella-writers]

Hi! I’m Kassie, and I’ve been crafting immersive, story-driven roleplays since I was 13! As a 26-year-old, happily married mom of one, I balance life, work-from-home days, and my love for writing. I’m here looking for long-term RP partners to create unforgettable stories together. If you’re into detailed, novella-style roleplay with rich character development and emotional depth, keep reading!

👩‍💻 26 | Mom of One

🎭 Roleplay Enthusiast | 11+ Years Writing Experience

🖋️ Advanced Novella Writer | Creative Storyteller

🌈 Submissive Writer | Petite Character Specialist

🎮 Nerdy & Weeby | Autistic & ADHD

🌟 What I’m Looking For 🌟

Dominant Partner – I play submissive characters and prefer partners who take the lead in dynamics.

Open to All Genders – Male, female, non-binary—everyone’s welcome!

Long-Term Commitment – I want to build ongoing storylines we can grow over time.

Creative, Story-Driven Collaboration – I’m all about creating rich narratives with engaging characters.

Advanced Writers – Novella-style posts with depth and creativity are my ideal.

Patience Appreciated – My weekdays are busy with work and family, but I’m committed to our stories.

Strictly Roleplay – I’m happy to chat OOC for brainstorming, but I’m here for the stories.

🌟 My Rules 🌟

I know what I like, so if my style isn’t for you, no hard feelings!

Introduce Yourself – Share a little about you and what you’re looking for in an RP.

Fandom Focused – I play my OCs within specific fandoms (see below).

Friendly OOC – Building rapport outside the RP helps us connect better as writing partners!

Detailed Writing – My replies are 3–6 paragraphs (or more if the story calls for it). I value consistency.

Clear Grammar & Spelling – Mistakes happen, but effort goes a long way.

Plot & Brainstorming – Let’s bounce ideas back and forth to create something epic!

Third-Person Writing – My preferred style for storytelling.

18+ Only – Both writers and characters must be adults.

No Doubling – I prefer focusing on one strong storyline.

Writing Sample Required – I’d love to see your style to ensure we’re a good fit.

🌟 Kinks & Preferences 🌟

I love exploring darker, complex, and intense themes that push boundaries and dive into emotional depth. Some of my favorites:

Size Difference – Petite characters paired with larger partners.

Non-Con & Dub-Con – Open to these themes depending on the plot.

Sleep Play – Exploring trust and control dynamics.

Corruption & Manipulation – Including blackmail, kidnapping, and power struggles.

Mind Break – Themes like being drugged or drunk.

Stockholm & Lima Syndrome – Twisted relationship dynamics.

Abuse, Breeding, Begging – Adds layers to darker plots.

Masochism & Sadism – I’m into masochism, so sadistic elements are welcome with thoughtfulness.

✨ I have a full F-List available if you want more details—just ask!

🌟 Interests & Themes 🌟

Let’s dive into intense storylines and rich emotions:

Trauma & Emotional Build-Up – Pain, heartbreak, and redemption arcs.

Dark Themes – Manipulation, non-con/dub-con, mind games.

Intense Dynamics – Corruption, blackmail, and twisted power struggles.

Character Development – Breaking them down and building them back up.

🌟 Fandoms & Characters 🌟

I play female OCs paired with canon characters from these fandoms:

Jujutsu Kaisen (Gojo, Geto, Nanami)

Chainsaw Man (Denji, Aki)

Tokyo Ghoul (Uta, Enji Koma)

One Punch Man (Genos, Sonic, Saitama)

Black Clover (Yami, Nacht, Zora)

Kaiju #8 (Kafka, Reno, Soshiro)

Fire Force (Shinra, Benimaru, Akitaru)

Detroit: Become Human (Connor, RK900, Gavin)

Dr. Stone (Senku, Tsukasa, Gen)

Creepypasta (Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack & more! — No Slenderman!)

🌟 Let’s Create Something Amazing! 🌟

If this sounds like your kind of writing vibe, send me a DM with a little about yourself and a writing sample. Once we connect, we can brainstorm ideas, build plots, and set up a private Discord server to bring it all to life.Let’s make something unforgettable together! 💌

Like if interested!

[salllzy]

Another world #4

Somehow she had ended up creating a town, the how and why didn't matter, what mattered was that she was now responsible for those under her care. It wasn't too different from when she ran her network, the only difference was that she was doing it in public. Rather than hidden in the shadows. She also had help, which she was grateful for. She had placed Benimaru in charge of military matters and so far her faith in him hadn't been misplaced. Souei was her master of shadows, her spy, he hadn't disappointed her and she doubted that he ever would. Shion was her aide and so far despite a few small mistakes the female Kijin was doing remarkably well, she had also reminded Shion that there was no shame in asking for help. That she was still learning and wasn't expected to know everything straight away. She had placed Kurobe in the care of Kaijin, from what she had seen the Kijin had a love for the forge and she wasn't going to squash it, but rather she would see it nurtured. Kaijin had agreed with her and it was wonderful seeing the normally shy male Kaijin come out of his shell. It also helped that the rest of the dwarves had taken a liking to him as well. Hakurou was her instructor and despite how brutal his training was, she could see the leaps and bounds those who trained under him made, it made her heart swell with pride. Geld, the former second in command of the Orc Lord turned Orc Demon Lord, had been placed in charge of construction. The High Orc had a keen eye for detail and despite everything that had happened he was willing to try and make amends for what had happened. It had been an easy decision for her to move the rest of the Orcs to tempest, she wouldn't allow children to starve and die. Not if she could stop it. The former Kijin Princess Shuna had been placed in charge of diplomacy, it wasn't that she wasn't good at it, she was, at terrifying them. It was far better to have Shuna as the voice of diplomacy.

She looked around her garden and knew that her family would have loved it here, she felt a pang as she thought about them. How long had it been since she had seen them? She knew that there was no way back, she had tried, many times to find a way back. Each time was met with failure and it had gotten to the point where it was starting to affect her, it had been making her depressed. Which was something that she could afford, not with how many depended on her. It was why she had created the garden, so she had something to remember them by. It had taken some time but she had made peace with the fact that she wouldn't be able to return. That she was stuck here. No matter how much she wanted to go back, she couldn't. There was nothing that she could do to change it.

"Mistress?" Ranga appeared next to her, trust him to know when something was amiss with her. "Just thinking." She rested her hand on his head, the Tempest Wolf was always with her, even when she would rather be alone. Not that it was a bad thing, it helped to soothe some of the pain that she felt. "You miss your pack?" Ranga was aware of why the garden was created and of who she had created it for. "Indeed, I do not know whether they live or not and it weighs heavily on my mind." She wasn't lying, she had no idea what happened after she had taken the blow for Charlie. She didn't know who had won the war between Heaven and Hell or if a truce had been called. She never would. Still, she hoped that they were happy and safe, that they had lived. "Come, my friend, there is much to do today." Ranga followed after her, her ever-faithful shadow.

[grootflyart]

Pain, Benimaru, Gojo👁️👁️

And here’s the timelapse!

[windfang00]

Just a short fic idea for my Power of Names universe

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He can't believe it. First he had to take a detour to Tempest after King Gazel turned him away due to his heat. Now he can't talk to Benimaru who's on leave due to his heat. If he recalls, the Western Church was also in a dilemma because Hinata has been nesting, and King Youm is similarly indisposed. And now Rimuru is unavailable because he's tending to their eggs? "Is every leader in this damnable world an omega? He just needs powerful escorts for a special mission as grandmaster damn it." Yuuki thought with disdain. But then he felt a sudden wave of pain coursing through his body. Wait no... the alpha pheromones that hung heavy in the air is affecting him too. "Don't tell me I'm also--" his eyes widened. "No! No! Impossible!"

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Ideas so far:

Alpha Diablo X Omega Benimaru

Alpha Vesta X Omega Gazel

One-sided Omega Hinata X Omega Rimuru.

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Just some ideas I've been floating around for an omegaverse-centric AU in Tensura.

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Still to be written....

[incorrect-snkquotes]

[Texting]

Kyo: Want to bang tonight?

Kyo: I meant hang. Dumb auto-cucumber.

Kyo: God donut.

Kyo: How the duck I turn this off?

Benimaru: It's painful watching you struggle man.

[mira-rachel]

Hetalia OC! Enter, Benimaru Kirkland. [Part 1]

Warnings: s/h

Who is she/he?

Benimaru Kirkland, the representation of London. Blond hair, blue eyes. A newly turned representative, so his height isn't that tall, max he can grow as tall as Kiku due to his past before meeting Arthur. Forgot to mention, he is 20 years old.

His 2p version is Benjamin Kirkland.

What is your oc’s most irrational fear? How did he/she get this fear?

Paralysis. He has a fear of, paralyzation or numbness. The moment he felt a certain numbness in any part of his body, his response is to think of the worst, smiling excessively, hands shaking. If the feeling is still present after a few minutes, he will resolve to self harm, digging his nail into his palm, biting his lower lip. The pain kept him calm, reminding him that he is alive, not paralyzed.

He fully know that it is an unhealthy coping mechanism, but he can't possibly ask for help, he tried in the past, no one came. Except for Arthur.

Benimaru receives this fear after escaping a coma and leaving the hospital with Arthur at the age of 19. Accepting his fate as Arthur's 'comrade', he read enough books to know that he is only a doll, ready to be thrown away if useless. 

Does your oc do well in front of an audience?

He thrives for attention. Living in it. From years of isolation(kind of), he finally got what he wanted.

It will take him some time to blend in with society, but hey, he will comes out of it victorious. If he can escape death, what is there to fear? There are numerous courses and tutorials on how to act in front if an audience, Benimaru won't ignore it, he'll take whatever he can find, and mold the information to what he desire.

Arthur is his saviour, Benimaru wants to repay him. Even getting pass Arthur's possessive behavior. 

Swaying the public's interest is a breeze for him, since he can do almost anything. He is not officially documented as a representative yet, not even other countries knows of his existence. And Arthur likes to keep it that way.

What does your oc do when he/she need to get their feelings out? 

He doesn't have anyone to lean, not even Arthur, certainly not Arthur. Benimaru despise(love) his saviour, he would rather hurt himself than asking for help, afraid of the rejection. His go-to method is sleeping. He felt fear of dying? Sleep. He wants to hurt himself again? Sleep. All in all, Benimaru bottles up his emotions by sleeping. He knows it's not recommended for the long run, too bad no one helped him in the past to straightened his habits.

[leafanight]

So new Husbando!~

IT'S BENIMARU! My little bro finally got me to watch Reincarnated as a slime and once he came on I fell for him instantly. I swear i already created an oc by the next ep and back story and our kids name. I also decided to be a half snake person....so if ya know ya know my pain on that. i'm already at work on some edits and fan art too I swear just look at him!

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pure bliss~ tho to be honest

his orignal form is cuter (●//◡//●) i still question my taste in men