#having ayato is going to be awful for me actually

[reijisteacup]

How would the diaboys react about the MC if she was exactly their type bit when they ask her what her type is its the exact type opposite of them LOL

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki He’s lounging like always, eyes half-lidded, and murmurs, “Hn… You’re annoying, but I like that.” You: “Really? I like guys who are super energetic and ambitious.” The silence? Deafening. He squints at you, slowly pulling his earbud out. “...What?” The man who lives horizontal is now questioning the meaning of his entire existence. “Do you mean, like… Reiji?” Cue internal shrieking. Still, he plays it cool. “...Tch. Guess I’ll just have to keep being lazy. Let’s see how long it takes before you’re begging me to ruin your standards.”

Reiji Sakamaki You walk into the room, poised and polished — just the way Reiji likes his lovers: well-mannered, intelligent, and aesthetically refined. He smirks. “You are, quite frankly, everything I find acceptable. Perhaps even desirable.” You: “Aw, thank you! I usually go for guys who are chaotic, loud, and messy. You know, total disasters.” Reiji.exe has stopped working. There’s a dangerous glint in his glasses. “I see… And what, pray tell, is the appeal in that barbarism?” Now he’s pacing. Analyzing your past lovers like a research subject. But later? He shows up unbuttoned, hair a little messy. “You like chaos? Fine. Let’s see if you can endure it… when it’s me.”

Ayato Sakamaki “Heh, of course you like Ore-sama. I’m your type, right?” You: “Actually, I like quiet, mysterious types. The ones who don't need to yell all the time.” This man short circuits. “HUH?! What do you MEAN?! I'M PERFECT!!” He’s now doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how being loud and obnoxiously hot isn’t the gold standard. He becomes extra loud that day, convinced he just needs to out-volume your bad taste. Still, there’s a moment later — when he’s sulking in your lap — where he murmurs, “...Oi. You still like me, though, right?” You kiss his forehead. He blushes. Victory.

Kanato Sakamaki You praise his doll-like beauty, his voice, the way he carries himself. Kanato is thriving. And then you say: “But my type is more like… tall, quiet, dependable guys. Stoic types.” He screams. “THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” He’s immediately sobbing into Teddy’s fluff, accusing you of lying, betrayal, and emotional warfare. Later, while stabbing a cake with his fork: “…You say you like someone else, but you always come back to me. So… you must be lying, right? Or maybe I’ll just become your type by force.”

Laito Sakamaki He’s lounging half on top of you already, whispering sweet filth. “Nfu~ I’m everything you desire, right?” You: “Mm, not really. I like shy, wholesome guys. Nerds.” He freezes. “…Pardon?” This man has built his entire personality around being a sinful hedonist and you’re over here thirsting after virginal librarians. Now he's wearing fake glasses, brushing his hair down, and quoting poetry by the hour. “Would you like to… study together, Bitch-chan~? Nfu~” But five minutes later, he pins you down with a dark smile. “You say you like nerds… but look at the way you tremble for me.”

Subaru Sakamaki You: “I love the whole tortured bad-boy thing, Subaru. You’re totally my type.” Subaru: blushing, breaking vases internally Then you add: “But I usually fall for gentle, outgoing guys who don’t have anger issues.” He stops mid-bite. “…The hell.” He’s now spiraling in quiet rage. “Why does she even like me, then? I punched a tree this morning!” Later, he tries being soft for you — holding your hand with a trembling grip, eyes darting away. “...Is this what you like?” You kiss him and tell him he’s perfect. He turns beet red, but sleeps easier that night.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami You: “You’re my ideal guy, Ruki. Elegant, intelligent, composed.” Ruki: nods knowingly Then you casually mention: “I’m usually into reckless, spontaneous idiots though. Ones who say dumb things and make me laugh.” You’ve triggered a core malfunction. “…Do you think foolishness is… attractive?” He’s now spiraling into a moral crisis, re-reading classical philosophy books to prove he’s still valuable. Eventually, he slams you against a bookshelf and growls, “Do clowns make you come undone like this? No? I thought not.”

Kou Mukami You’re giggling at his charm, and Kou’s already planning your next date and matching outfits. Then you say: “Usually I like introverted, brooding guys who hate attention.” You’ve just insulted his entire brand. He gasps like you shot him. “Neko-chan~! You mean to tell me you like wallflowers?!” Next day? He tries wearing darker clothes and avoids eye contact, muttering, “K-Konnichiwa…” I hope you know that meme It lasts five minutes. “Actually, screw that! I’m Kou Mukami, baby! And I’ll make you love me even if you think you want a loser with zero stage presence!”

Yuma Mukami You: “You're hot, rough, totally my type.” Yuma: smug smirk “Heh, ‘course I am.” You: “But I usually like quiet, bookish types. You know, sweethearts who bake and have like, three houseplants.” Record scratch. “…WHAT THE HELL?” Now he’s staring at a succulent like it betrayed him. But Yuma doubles down. “Fine. I’ll learn how to bake. And I’ll do it with my shirt off so you still get the real me.” You end up with a loaf of banana bread and a kiss that nearly knocks you out. “Still not your ‘type’? Too fuckin’ bad. You’re already mine.”

Azusa Mukami You smile and tell him: “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed, Azusa.” Azusa, blushing, holding your hand tightly: “...R-really…?” You: “But my type is usually loud, confident, cocky guys who talk a lot.” Azusa: </3 “…Oh… that’s… not me…” This poor baby goes silent — like extra silent. He starts trying to talk more, using awkward slang he’s heard from Kou. You have to hold his face and reassure him, “Azusa. You’re better than my type. You’re the one I chose.” Cue shy, trembling smile and a possessive whisper: “...I won’t let you… regret it.”

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami You speak with reverence: “You’re everything I imagined — powerful, regal, composed.” Carla nods, as he should. Then you add: “But my type is usually clumsy, loud idiots who can’t lie to save their lives.” Pause. He blinks slowly. “So you… prefer fools?” He is so confused. Is this some human psychological paradox? “I see,” he says coldly. “Then I suppose I shall simply have to redefine your preferences through experience.” You’re now trapped in a week-long “re-education” where he proves why your instincts were wrong and he is your true king.

Shin Tsukinami You: “Shin, you’re the full package. Dangerous, wild, insanely hot.” Shin: “Heh. Finally, someone gets it.” You: “But I usually like serious, noble types who take things slow.” He barks a laugh. “Pffft—You like boring-ass, no-fun prudes?!” He’s now more chaotic than ever just to prove how un-boring he is. But later, while holding you pinned to the bed, he smirks down at you. “So... do those ‘noble types’ make you moan like this?” He gets the answer he wants. Loudly.

[yandere-romanticaa]

"You know..." he trailed off, his voice gruff but cool. Two fingers danced across the countertop as you chopped the potatoes sloppily, as you were still not quite adept with handling a knife.

He continues. "... You would be a really nagging wife, did anyone ever tell you that?"

A scoff escapes you but even so, you chop. It's a little hard trying to focus on cooking all the while this idiot keeps trying to rile you up like crazy. Why was he even here, who even invited him? Yeah, he was popular around town and it wasn't uncommon for him to hop from place to place, regardless of what it may be. Be it someone's house, a bar, a club, a gaming center, it honestly didn't matter.

It just freaked you out how he was slowly morphing into the shadow you never wished to have.

"Is that so?" You ask him sarcastically, your face schooled into an unreadable expression. The smell of delicious spices enveloped the whole kitchen and it made you even hungrier. You were going to kill your friend for allowing this god awful fiend inside here. Refusing to turn to him, you still probed him.

"Don't marry me then, I never asked for your opinion to begin with."

He's stunned for a millisecond before regaining his composure, a booming laugh soon reverberated across the entire room. He clutched his chest a little, as if you had just told him the funniest joke in the whole wide world.

In a way, it was.

He, despite his bravado, wouldn't mind having such crummy a wife by his side.

He was living the good life and nothing could stop him. But there was just something about you, something that would always make him take a step back and think. It was so cute how you were trying to concentrate on making a tasty meal for himself, of course he was going to steal a little later.

He adored your cooking, even if it could get sloppy at times.

The "you'd be a bad/annoying/nagging wife" thing started off as something to humor him, and to piss you off naturally. Nothing brought him greater satisfaction than to see a scowl on your face and just straight up ruin your day. It was exhilarating to watch the light in your eyes crumble the moment he took a breath of air which came from your direction, let alone actually come to you.

It didn't hit him that he was actively interested in you.

He never even realized just how many of your dumb little habits he had picked up on, just how many times he had to stop himself from doing more than he already did because he didn't want to give you the wrong idea.

He doesn't like you, he thinks you're a fool. Plain and simple, just like that.

It doesn't matter that his heart beats so much faster at the mere thought of you, it doesn't matter that he started to fantasize how you would look like if you were his actual wife.... To come home to you, in your soft embrace as a meal was ready for him...

No matter. He'll trick, tease and steal from you as much as he possibly can.

🎀 Gilgamesh (Fate), Bakugo Katsuki, Dabi, Hawks (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK), Guren Ichinose (Seraph of the End), Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers), Satori Tendo (Haikyuu!), Aalto (Wuthering Waves)

[meowdei]

river what are your thoughts on husband ayato guiding you through giving him a blowjob for the first time… 🎤

me and my (darling) husband — ft. kamisato ayato

ayato is happy to show you how to please him. you are happy to take care of your darling husband. the gods themselves are not powerful enough to come between you both and your desires

before you read: 2.4k words of pure cock sucking i’m sorry ; fem wife reader ; obsessive, morally gray husband ayato ; slight, slight corruption kink in you squint ; blow jobs ; reader doesn’t have a gag reflex in this ; teasing ; praise ; orgasm delay ; cock worship ; throat fucking ; cum eating ; reader straddles his waist ; implied vaginal sex at the end

notes: risu this ask sent me into cardiac arrest. i would say i need to lay down but i have been laying down since i read this ask (help ive fallen and i cant get up)

Sometimes Ayato wonders if you want to kill him. It wouldn’t be the first assassination attempt he’s faced—but it would be the hardest to escape. He could never deny you of anything.

“Teach me how to please you,” you pout, “just like you always do me. It’s only fair, wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re inexperienced. Innocent. Ayato likes tainting that sense of purity about you—and he’s extra delighted that it means he’s the first one to see you like this.

(He’ll be the only one, actually—he’s not letting you go. Ever. If anyone else were to even think about how you’d look on your knees, knelt between their thighs, he’d slice through their neck with his own blade.)

But you look so beautiful like this, it’s unearthly. His cock is thick, erect between his bare thighs as they spread enough to allow you a space between them. You gently trace along the vein at the underside, curious from seeing it so up close for the first time. You’ve seen him before, of course, but never near enough to properly appreciate the details.

The hair he trims neatly. The mole he has at his v-line. The slight curve to the left of his girth. The way he twitches from any delicate touch on reflex.

That last part is your favorite—you trace a finger around his tip, circling it in awe as he lets out a soft gasp. The way his cock jumps at the touch makes you eye him hungrily.

“Teasing, are we, my love?” He drawls through grit teeth, holding himself back from burying the aching length down your throat, “do you wish to torture your poor husband?”

“No,” you breathe, giggling as you press a sweet kiss to the tip, “of course not. Just…show me how, Ayato.”

You’ve never done this before. Ayato is fine with being the one busy buried between the other’s legs. He doesn’t mind being the one to taste the sweet, dripping proof of pleasure lingering at the apex of your thighs. But if you insist that you’d like to switch places for once…well, he can’t lie and say he hasn’t pictured your beautiful lips struggling to take all of him.

With a gentle hand cupping the back of your head, he pulls you closer, closer, closer—until the head of his cock is tapping against your lips.

“Open, my love,” he whispers—you do. Instantly, your tongue darts out, swirling around his tip and licking a stripe along his slit. He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he tenses.

“Sensitive?” You hum, teasingly.

“Is that a surprise?” He grins down at you, sweat collecting at his forehead as his skin flushes, “have I not always shown I am far too sensitive to my wife’s touches?”

“I suppose that’s true,” you bite back a smile.

Slowly, you part your lips and take him in, staring up at him for his reactions, as if trying to see if you’re doing things right. He groans at the wetness of your mouth surrounding him, head falling back as he grips the sheets tightly with tense fists.

“That’s it, darling,” he says, voice a strained choke as he guides you down his length, “hollow your cheeks. I’m…I’m more sensitive here—pay close attention there, won’t you?”

He guides you his cock, stopping you just at his tip. You suck around him, swirling your tongue again as he lets out a loud moan and shudders under your hand as it rubs his thigh soothingly.

“Like that?” You pop off, blinking up at him with innocent eyes—they’re anything but innocent. There’s an amused twinkle in them at the way he barely bites back a whimper at the loss of you.

“Evil,” he huffs, “you’re most evil, dear wife.”

“I’m only trying to make you feel good, my darling husband,” you gasp. Your hand trails up his thigh to his taut abs, rubbing more soothing circles into the skin as you eye the moles that little his skin. “Did it feel good, Ayato?”

“Yes,” he nods, swallowing thickly.

“Did I do well?” You press, eyes hopeful.

He groans at that, letting out a shaky breath as he whispers, “you are always perfect, my dear. Unfairly so. Now please, give me more—I want more.”

“Then tell me how you want it,” you rub a thumb over a mole just under his belly button, admiring the flex of his abs as he breathes raggedly. “Surely the Yashiro commissioner is an effective communicator.”

“Such dedicated efforts to tease me,” he chuckles hoarsely, “very well. I shall indulge my wife in her wicked desires, then. Take me deep, my love, and swallow around my cock until I can spill my release down your throat. Do have mercy on me, will you my darling? I am feeling rather impatient.”

“Anything for my precious husband,” you say sweetly, giving his tip one last kiss, smearing the pre cum against your lips before you take him in your mouth.

Ayato, true to his word, has always shown you how sensitive he is to your touch. Now is no different, his fists fighting their grip around the sheets, knuckles turning a ghostly pale white from the pressure. He moans—it’s a beautiful sound. Low and just a tad bit whiny as your tongue traces his thick vein as he travels down his length.

You manage to take him almost down to the base, refraining from gagging as he hits the back of your throat. He’d be impressed if he wasn’t so dizzy with pleasure, the friction of your tongue and the walls of your mouth rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cock.

You bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks as you swallow around his tip. Just as he said, he’s sensitive there. Almost too sensitive, whimpering as you tease the tip of your tongue along his slit and taste the beads of pre cum that dribble from the head of his girth.

“Th-that’s it, my love,” he stutters, “fuck, yes—you spoil me with that precious mouth.”

Your hand trails down from his abs, slowly rubbing up and down his inner thigh, still as comforting and grounding as earlier. Ayato has other desires, however—far more insatiable desires as he grabs your hand and laces your fingers for a moment, squeezing slightly around you with a shaky grasp.

“You’d like me to show you what I want, yes?” He looks down at you, eyes hazy and mouth slightly swollen from the way he’s bitten down on the swell of his bottom lip.

You nod around his cock, jaw loose and tongue flat as you bob along his length skillfully. He’s almost scared this isn’t your first time from how good you take him down your throat—but the eager look you give him from his question assures him enough to relax.

“Then here,” he grunts, guiding your hand to his balls as he spreads his legs wider, hand encompassing yours as he murmurs, “be sure not to neglect me here, either.”

You fondle his balls delicately, teasing them with a light tough before you apply more pressure. They’re heavy, aching for your attention, and the gentle way you massage them as you suck around his tip once more pulls a jolt through his entire body. He whines at the feeling—a sweet, melodic sound that makes you fall in love deeper with your husband.

Your needy, filthy husband who adores you so.

You work your mouth along his cock a few more times before you pop off again, earning a whimper he can’t hold back this time as he stares down at you with a crestfallen expression.

He was close. You could tell—whether he’s in your mouth or your cunt, you can always tell when Ayato is just at the precipice of his pleasure. The slight twitch of his girth and the breathiness of his pants as they get more labored will always give him away.

You kiss up the underside of him, from base to tip. “Such a pretty cock,” you marvel, “and it’s all mine, isn’t it?”

“Surely you didn’t stop just to ask something you already know?” He clenches his jaw as the throb between his leg intensifies, the near-orgasm you deny him of serving as a painful reminder of how much power you hold over him.

You continue kissing the expanse of his girth, admiring him as you murmur, “don’t give me that look, you insatiable man. You’ll get what you wish for soon enough.”

“Why must you insist on being so cruel? I am a most doting husband, am I not? Surely I don’t deserve this,” he stares down at you miserably, making you roll your eyes.

“I merely meant to ask you where you’d like to cum, you impatient fool,” you click your teeth. But you love him—so much so, that your fist slowly strokes him so his poor, throbbing length isn’t neglected as his earlier orgasm slowly dies back down. “Down my throat? On my face? Perhaps on my tits? You’ve always paid close attention to those, you know. Anything my darling husband wants, he shall get.”

“Anything?” He hums, shivering as you tighten your fist around the base of his cock before stroking upwards, rolling your palm along the head.

“Anything,” you confirm. “It is my turn to spoil you, my sweet love.”

Ayato is vocal. He is, perhaps, shameless in that regard. When he takes you in the back of the gardens, when he takes you in the shadowy corners of the estate, when he takes you in his office without the door locked, he is vocal. You are usually horrified by it even if a little—not a lot when you’re so drunk on his cock, but still enough to know his voice could raise suspicion from anyone who happens to pass by.

Such a shameful, disgusting act it would be, to be caught by someone. The clan head and his wife, incapable of having any sense of respect and dignity.

But here, in the safety of your chambers, in the private quarters meant for just you and your husband, you appreciate how vocal Ayato is. How utterly sincere he is with letting you hear just how good you make him feel.

The term of endearment on your tongue and the tightened stroke of your fist makes him whimper softly, panting erratically as he murmurs, “your mouth. Your mouth—please, I need to feel your mouth, my love. I’m…I’m close. So close. Let me feel you swallow every drop, please. Please.”

Mercifully, your lips are wrapped around the pulsing length of his erection, taking him down your throat generously once more. A union as sacred as the one of your wedding, as blessed as the day you became his.

Ayato bucks his hips up, fucking into your throat as he finally becomes too impatient to be gentle anymore. You let him. Like a good, doting wife, you slack your jaw and let him use you, hand bracing yourself against his thigh as he chases his orgasm.

“F-fuck, my darling wife,” he curses, “you have no idea. You could not fathom how ardently I desire you. Take me, take every part of me.”

He spills down your throat with one last thrust of his hips, a soft, desperate moan tearing from his lips as he chants your name like a prayer. Ayato does not pray to his own God, the very one he serves every living day. But you—you are the only one who can answer his prayers. Who can bless him with his desires. Who can bring him to his knees and make him a believer of any and all that you say.

It’s why he says your name like that, like he’s calling out to divinity and not his wife who’s sat between his legs, swallowing around his cock as though it’s not the unholiest of activities. You make even sin feel holy. Blessed. Divine.

He spills thick, hot ropes of cum. It spills from the corners of your mouth, dribbling along your chin slightly as you try your best to swallow what you can.

“Good,” you hear him pant above you. He looks utterly wrecked. “You…you always feel so good. You have possessed me,” he breathes.

Finally, when the last drops of cum have finished spilling from his twitching cock, he collapses back against the mattress, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

You slowly pull away from his softening length, earning a small sound from him as the cool air hits his wet, spent cock.

“Was it alright?” You ask softly, resting your cheek against his thigh as you rub your hand along the other. He groans faintly, one last shuddering breath before he slowly rises to sit up again.

“Was my performance lacking?” He raises a brow, “did I not make clear enough how blissful your mouth feels?”

You giggle, biting your lip as you murmur, “is it a crime to ask my husband if I please him properly?”

“Of course,” he gasps in mock offense, “it means your husband is not doing his due diligence of praising his wife’s generosity. Shall we try again?”

“You are utterly insatiable, Ayato,” you say in exasperation.

He chuckles. He looks beautiful—sweat clinging to his soft, porcelain skin, eyes crinkled in a warm smile, and a rosy flush that almost urges you to move up to kiss the swells of his cheeks.

“It is only natural, my dear. I hardly believe any man could get enough of such a treasure that is you.”

“We would never know. I have my suspicions that no man would ever survive even thinking about me with you around.”

“A most correct assumption,” he agrees, cupping your cheek, bringing his thumb to collect the sticky, lingering remnants of his release from the corners of your lips before pushing the finger into your mouth.

You swallow around his thumb obediently, humming as you savor the taste of him on your tongue once more.

His expression grows dark. Your core burns with arousal at the sight.

“My darling husband,” you sing sweetly, “I do hope you’re not too exhausted. There is much more I’d like to enjoy with you.”

“Of course not,” he grins, grabbing your wrist and dragging you up to straddle his hips as he lays back once more. You rub your clothed cunt against his once-more growing erection. “I’ve hardly had my way with you yet, sweet wife.”

If it were up to me, I’d stay attached to his dick all day every day. Sucking on that thing would help calm me 🙏

[aritsukemo]

Their partner wants to cook them a meal but they're a terrible cook. How do they react? | Multiple Characters

Fandoms Included: Naruto/Naruto Shippuden, The Case Study of Vanitas, Yona of the Dawn, Demon Slayer, Genshin Impact, Danganronpa, Assassination Classroom, and Your Turn To Die

Warnings: Small spoilers to Demon Slayer and Your Turn to Die and potentially other animes so read at your own risk!

A/N: I don't know when I'll have the time or motivation to write write anything so for a while, you guys may only see little headcanons like this.. Thank you all for your patience! <3

↪ Insists that they cook/Never lets you step into the kitchen/Talks their way out of it.

Whether it was due to their charismatic wording, a humble offer, or their own tricks and or distractions, they somehow steer you completely away from the kitchen and whether you two end up having a nice, lengthy chat while they prepare dinner, cuddle up to each other while you wait for takeout to arrive, or something else entirely, I'm confident when I say that the thought of cooking has completely vanished from your mind at that point, much to their ( and their stomach's ) happiness.

⇻ ITACHI UCHIHA, Haku, Minato Uzumaki, LOUIS DE SADE, ZENO, Jae-Ha, SOO-WON, Tetra, SHINOBU KOCHO, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Hinatasuru, YELAN, ARLECCHINO, AYATO KAMISATO, Kazuha, ZHONGLI, Ningguang, KOKICHI OMA, CELESTE LUDENBURG, Karma Akabane, GAKUSHU ASANO, Yuma Isogai, Sou Hiyori ( Shin Tsukimi ), KEIJI SHINOGI, KAI SATOU

↪ Claims they're not hungry/Has a list of excuses up their sleeve.

Despite might've having just said that they were starving beyond belief, as soon as you offered to cook them a meal, they immediately go on to say how they mispoke; how they're actually stuffed and can't even begin to eat anything 'lest they wanted to pop like a balloon. If not that, they're quick to lie saying that they've already ordered takeout and how they wouldn't want to waste your amazing cooking nor their money. If that doesn't suffice, they'll come up with another excuse, and another, and another until you drop the topic all together and trusts me when I say that they will keep pulling excuses out of their ass until you give up.

⇻ KAKASHI HATAKE, Konan, Jiraiya, Ino Yamanaka, Vanitas, Olivier, Johann, DOMINIQUE DE SADE, Aoi Kanzaki, WRIOTHESLEY, VENTI, Ayaka Kamisato, XINGQIU, Ganyu, MAHIRU KOIZUMI, Hajime Hinata, Meg Kataoka, Tomohito Sugino, Reko Yabusame

↪ Can't lie to save their life and ends up sucking it up in the end.

Whether their faces gives them away or the fact that their excuse/lie was just god awful, you see right through it immediately and upon questioning them about it with that sad puppy-dog face, they sigh, shake their head, and say in a defeated tone, "I can't wait to taste whatever you cook.." watching as your face lights up and you lean in to kiss their cheek while telling them that'll you'll make sure to take extra special care of their meal. When you disappear into the kitchen, they start to pray, begging whatever superior being out there to either change your mind and decide to order takeout or that something prevents you from making their meal; example, the kitchen burning down.

⇻ Naruto Uzumaki, KANKURO, Gaara, Kisame, Deidara, KIBA INUZUKA, Tsunade, Roland Fortis, Jean-Jacques Chastel, Yona, KIJA, KAN TAE-JUN, AN RIRI, Ayura, TANJIRO KAMADO, Hakuji, Sucrose, Furina, MONA, GOROU, Ga Ming, Thoma, COLLEI, KAITO MOMOTA, Komaru Naegi, NAGISA SHIOTA, JOE TAZUNA

↪ Brutally honest/Puts themselves first.

Listen, as much as they care for and adore you, they care about their stomach just a little more. That said, when you come to them with the idea of cooking, they immediately shut you down, and whether they're as gentle and delicate as a flower about it or as harsh and cutthroat as the weapons they ( may ) wield, they'll ( maybe ) make it up to you somehow with riches, some form of their affection, or quality time. ( They may even allow you to cook! ..Under their careful supervision of course. Y'all can cook together! :D )

⇻ SHIKAMARU NARA, TenTen, NEJI HYUGA, Tobi, HIDAN, Konohamaru Sarutobi, SAI, KAKAZU, Dante, VERONICA DE SADE, Astolfo Granatum, Chloé d'Apchier, YUN, HAK, Kan Kyo-Ga, Abi, MICHIKATSU TSUGIKUNI, Muichiro Tokito, YUICHIRO TOKITO, WANDERER, SCARAMOUCHE, Albedo, Neuvillette, YAE MIKO, CHIORI, Chevreuse, ALHAITHAM, ROSARIA, Tighnari, BYAKUYA TOGAMI, Ibuki Mioda, Maki Harukawa

↪ Can't stand to hurt your feelings/Goes along with it.

When they see your eyes shine as you excitedly ramble about wanting to cook for them and all the dishes you'll make for them after the long day they've had, they just can't turn you down. You look so happy, so excited, all because you want to spend your valuable time making something for them, and even if the dish could kill a man, they'd be ( smart ) a fool to refuse your offer. So what if it's a little bland or a kinda ( very ) charred? They've been through worse. And besides, what's the worst that could happen ( You ended up nearly killing them with the first bite )

⇻ HINATA HYUGA, SHIZUNE, Asuma Sarutobi, NOÉ ARCHIVISTE, AMELIA RUTH, Jeanne, SHIN-AH, ZENITSU AGATSUMA, OBANAI IGURO, Sanemi Shinazugawa, MITSURI KANROJI, Kanao Tsuyuri, GENYA SHINAZUGAWA, Nilou, FREMINET, LAYLA, MIKA, NOELLE, THOMA, Yoimiya, Kirara, Sara Chidouin, Alice Yabusame, Q-Taro Burgerberg, RANMARU KAGEYAMA, MAKOTO NAEGI, Sakura Ogami, SHUICHI SAIHARA, NAGITO KOMEADA, GONTA GOKUHARA

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[yuikomorii]

AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 3

// Sorry for the delay; I had some things to take care of, so I couldn’t focus on writing the fanfic. But~, I finally finished the 3rd chapter and even started working on the 4th one… ohoho, that one’s going to be interesting. 👀

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Place: Rejet Labels building

Ayato: A hotel, huh? Well… whatever they will make us do there, it can’t be that bad, right?

Subaru: Dunno about you, man, but as soon as I know I’m being filmed, I’m pretty much doomed to mess it up.

So yeah, it actually is that bad for me!

Ayato: Haa… relax a little, will you?

At least you’re not going to be stuck on the farm like the Hyung line. If you think working at the hotel sucks, imagine milking cows in the middle of a mud pit!

Subaru: Eww! G-Gross!

Ayato: Yeah, exactly! So, quit whining!

Subaru: Heh, I gotta wonder how they even convinced Reiji to go there. Knowing him, he wouldn’t last five minutes in a place like that!

Ayato: I bet the manager kept the farm thing a secret. If Shu knew, he would have faked being sick in a heartbeat!

— someone spies on them —

???: Hmm…

Kanato: Laito, what on earth are you doing?

— Laito flinches —

Laito: Oh my…— Kanato-kun, didn’t your parents teach you about not interrupting people when they’re in the middle of something~?

Kanato: Well, I’m sure your parents made it very clear that spying on people isn’t appropriate either, but here you are, completely ignoring that little life lesson.

Laito: Nfu, touché.

Kanato: Now tell me, what is this all about?

Laito: Nothing important~. I’m just trying to figure something out.

Kanato-kun, don’t you think Ayato-kun has been acting a bit… different lately?

Kanato: That depends. What exactly do you mean by "different"?

Laito: Isn’t it obvious? It feels like he started ignoring me.

Kanato: That might just be your imagination.

Laito: Hmm… Something still doesn’t sit right with me.

Kanato: If this is causing you so much concern, it would be best to ask Ayato directly what’s going on with him.

— rolls eyes —

Laito: ( You don’t get it. )

Place: Hotel

Co-worker 1: They’re on their way!!

Co-worker 2: Someone, pinch me! I’m about to faint!

Yui’s monologue

Today is the big day!

The hotel staff has been working tirelessly ever since they got wind of the idol announcement.

They’ve been running around, handling everything with meticulous attention to detail, so as to make sure that everything runs smoothly.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’ve only been in Tokyo for less than a week, and now I’m about to meet two members of one of the biggest groups at the moment.

It somehow feels surreal…!

Although, I really do wish Hana-san could be here as well… She’s the one who deserves to see Ayato-san in person more than I do. But, I suppose there’s nothing that can be done about it.

For this reason, I genuinely hope I’ll be able to get that autograph for her.

Receptionist: This is bad, this is really bad!

Yui: …!

Did something happen?

Receptionist: Unfortunately, yes! Our porter fell down the stairs while getting ready and broke his ankle.

He won’t be able to come in today, and with all positions already filled, it will be impossible to find a replacement!

Yui: Oh no… That’s awful!

( Everyone has put in so much effort to make this day perfect, and it’s just so unfair for something like this to happen out of nowhere! )

But... is there really no one available to pick the luggage and take the boys to their rooms? I don’t think it would take too much time, and the person could easily get back to their usual tasks afterward. Surely someone can step in, right…?

Receptionists: If you’re so confident about that, why don’t you volunteer then?

Wait— That’s it! You could totally do that!

Yui: M-Me!?

( This is not the way I was going for! )

Receptionists: Exactly!

You're a work-exchange girl, right? Your role in these tasks isn’t as crucial as an actual employee’s, therefore your presence isn’t that essential.

That means you could skip whatever task you're doing and step in as the porter today before anyone even notices!

Yui: ( Did I just get called ‘useless’ indirectly? )

I… I would love to help in this situation, but, I’m sorry, I’m not qualified enough for such a job.

( I doubt I would be able to carry the luggage to begin with. Who knows how heavy they are with everything packed inside? )

Receptionists: I beg you, Komori-san!

If you’re worried about whether a girl can handle it, these boys will just stay until tomorrow. They most likely won’t have a lot with them.

Yui: Uuh…

( If it’s just for one day… )

— sighs —

Alright, I accept.

Receptionist: Thank you… Thank you so much!

If there’s any way I can repay you for this, just let me know!

Yui: Ah, there’s no need to. I know you’ve all been working hard for this, so it’s the least I can do.

Receptionist: Well, on a positive note, you'll be the one leading the boys to their rooms, which definitely makes you luckier than the rest of us.

I think this experience alone is rewarding enough, fufu.

Yui: …!

( Wait, I hadn’t really thought about it like that— This will be the closest anyone in the hotel gets to them today, won’t it? )

( I know I should be excited about it, especially since I’ll be able to ask for that autograph for Hana-san, but... ah, I’m feeling so nervous all of a sudden! )

Receptionist: ( The limo arrived! )

Komori-san, go to the hallway!

The driver will soon bring their luggage there, where you’ll have to wait for them. Once they enter, the hallway entrance will automatically close, and then the three of you will head towards their room.

— lends her keys —

I hope the instructions were clear enough. Good luck!

— Yui nods and quickly leaves —

Place: Hotel hallway

Yui: ( Phew, I can’t believe I made it in time. )

( I’m already starting to hear voices, so they must be clo—— )

— entrance opens —

Yui: …!

Ayato: ( Is that… a girl? )

Subaru: ( Hah!? Who even thought it would be a good idea to make a girl a porter? Can she even lift our stuff—? )

Yui: ( No way… they’re even more handsome in real life…! )

( I’d better avoid looking at their faces, otherwise I’ll get too nervous to even concentrate! )

W-Welcome to the “Yume no Mori” hotel. It’s a pleasure to have you here!

— bows and takes luggages —

( Hooh… heavy! )

Please, follow me.

— they start walking —

Subaru: ( Dunno if it’s just me, but I’m low-key starting to get second-hand embarrassment watching her struggle like that. )

Ayato: ( Why would they even hire such a weakling for this type of job? I thought this was supposed to be a 5-star hotel, but maybe they’re just out of budget or something? )

Yui: ( The receptionist told me they’ll be leaving tomorrow, but what on earth did they even pack in these things? My arms feel like they’re about to fall off! )

Subaru: Oi! You… Do you need help?

Yui: Eh?

— looks up —

Ayato: ( Subaru, what are you doing? )

— brushes his hand off —

Can’t you see? This is her responsibility, not yours, so let her do her job.

If she’s not capable of taking it seriously, then she just shouldn’t be working here anymore and risk damaging the hotel's reputation.

Yui: ( Such cold words… )

( While it’s true that I’m not cut out for the porter job, saying something like that to someone is simply uncalled for…! )

A-Anyway, thank you, but there’s no need to. We just arrived to your room.

— opens door and hands them keys —

By the way… I would like to apologize for my poor performance.

The truth is, I am deeply grateful for this opportunity and I——!

*THUD*

( Did they just… slam the door in my face? )

Place: Hotel room

Subaru: Man, the hell’s wrong with you?

Ayato: With me!? You’re the idiot who offered to do her job in the first place!

Subaru: I was just trying to help, okay!? Am I not allowed to do anything without getting chewed out for it now?

Ayato: Tch… you’re so oblivious that it’s giving me a headache. This person works at one of the most prestigious hotels in Tokyo, she should know better!

Imagine putting your trust in someone, only for them to screw up so badly that it could end up destroying everything.

Subaru: But she didn’t even screw up, she was just struggling, that’s all!

Seriously, what’s going on? All this time, you’ve been known as the friendliest person to the fans. You even helped the bodyguard hold the concert fence, for crying out loud!

So what’s with this sudden shift in attitude, huh?

Ayato: That’s…— Well, things have changed! There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes that you don’t even see.

If I keep acting as I once did, the consequences won’t just fall on me—they’ll affect all of us, understood!?

( I just can’t afford to be selfish again… The choices I make now have an impact on others, and I have to be more mindful of that. )

Subaru: I mean… if you put it like that, it makes sense, but you still shouldn’t lose yourself in the process, y’know?

At the end of the day, no matter how much someone screws it up, we... we’re a team, so yeah, we’ll have to find a way to fix it together, I guess.

( Damn, I'm really not good at putting these things into words! )

Ayato’s monologue

"We’re a team."

Those words are supposed to be reassuring, but why do they only make me even more nervous…?

What will truly happen if I put the group in danger, huh? Will they really back me up, or just turn their backs on me?

Shu doesn’t seem like the type to overlook such mistakes—he basically said as much the other days.

As for Reiji and Kanato… Yeah, forget it. They’d make it sound even worse.

And Laito… he’s the one I’ve always been closest to, but even with him… I don’t know. A part of me can’t shake the feeling that if it came down to it, he’d take their side too.

So that only leaves Subaru.

However, knowing him, he’d probably just end up jumping on the bandwagon too. No way that guy would want to be seen as my accomplice or something like that.

Haa… that would indeed be an uncomfortable situation.

After all, no one likes to have shade thrown at them.

…!

( Wait—! )

( Exactly! No one would like that! )

— stands up and heads towards door —

Subaru: Oi, where are you going—?

Ayato: I have to solve something, I’ll be right back.

— leaves —

Subaru: Ok…?

Place: Hallway

Ayato: ( That’s true, I was too harsh on the porter. I didn’t stop to think about what she might have been going through. )

( Maybe she was having a bad day and by letting my own irritation get the better of me… well, I must have surely made it worse. )

( I mean, if I were criticized, I’d feel like crap too. It’s obvious nobody enjoys being judged, especially when they’re already struggling, right? )

( And yet… I did exactly that to her. )

( So yeah, I’ve gotta fix this! I’m going to find her and apologize, even if it’s super awkward. )

Oi, porter!

Author’s note:

*If you forgot what happened in the first chapter and are wondering why Ayato and Yui don’t recognize each other, well that’s because Ayato was wearing a mask and a cap back then, and they were also in the dark, so they couldn’t notice each other’s features well.

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

how would the diaboys react if their S/O was a metalhead who wanted to go to a concert with them for a long time and has been saving up,

Shu Sakamaki

Tired sigh. “You really want me to go to… that kind of noise?”

But when he sees how excited you are—and how hard you’ve been saving—he grunts and agrees.

“You’re lucky I like you, y’know…”

At the concert: He surprises you by lowkey enjoying the bass. He might even pull you into him when the crowd gets wild. You catch him tapping his foot.

After: “Hmph… wasn’t that bad. But don’t think I’m jumping around like those idiots.”

Reiji Sakamaki

Raises an eyebrow with pure judgment. “A concert? Of such chaotic music? Really.”

At first he says no, but when you tell him how long you’ve waited and saved—he pauses. Then:

“…Fine. But I’m bringing earplugs.”

At the concert: Stiff posture, arms crossed, visibly disapproves of the mosh pit. But he doesn’t leave your side, and secretly he admires your passion.

After: “You have peculiar tastes… but your devotion is impressive.”

Ayato Sakamaki

“HEH? You’re taking Ore-sama to a concert? Lucky you!”

Instantly says yes just to act like a badass—then realizes he actually kind of likes it.

He gets too into it. He drags you near the front, screams with the crowd, and throws the horns up like a maniac.

After: “That. Was. AWESOME. We’re going again, yeah?! I’m gonna get a shirt with my name on it next time!”

Kanato Sakamaki

“What kind of vulgar event is this…?!”

He hates the idea at first, starts throwing a tantrum.

But when he sees you pouting and hugging your Teddy with a sad look, he groans dramatically and agrees.

At the concert: Has his hands over his ears the whole time. Clings to you. Glares at literally everyone.

After: “Never again. But… you looked happy. So I suppose it wasn’t completely awful.”

Laito Sakamaki

“Nfu~ I didn’t know you were into such… rough music, Bitch-chan~”

He’s intrigued and instantly says yes. He flirts the entire way there and jokes about you throwing your bra at the band.

At the concert: Lowkey impressed by the power of it all. Loves how you move with the music. Definitely grinds behind you in the crowd.

After: “Mmm~ Seeing you so into it turned me on more than the music~ Let’s continue the concert at home?”

Subaru Sakamaki

“…Tch. You really wanna go to that loud crap?”

He’s embarrassed, but he knows you’ve been saving up and wanting this for ages—so he agrees.

At the concert: Gets super protective if anyone gets too close. Stands behind you like a wall, glaring at everyone. You catch him headbanging just a bit.

After: “I didn’t hate it… And you looked really happy. So… I guess it was worth it.”

Ruki Mukami

“Livestock… I see you’ve been planning this for quite some time.”

He’s skeptical. He thinks metal is a bit “uncivilized.” But he sees how passionate you are and respects it.

At the concert: Quietly watches you sing and headbang. Keeps a firm hand on your waist, keeping you close.

After: “You were captivating tonight. I may not like the music, but… I like seeing you shine.”

Kou Mukami

“Ehh~? Neko-chan, you wanna take me to a concert? Of all things?”

He acts like it’s a huge hassle but secretly LOVES that you want him there.

At the concert: Goes crazy, jumps with the crowd, films you rocking out. Posts a selfie on social media.

After: “That was sooo much fun~! We should cosplay the band next time!”

Yuma Mukami

“Huh? Metal, huh…? That that screaming stuff?”

At first, he teases you—but when he hears how long you’ve been saving, he softens and grins.

“Oi, Sow. You really wanted this, huh? Then let’s do it.”

At the concert: Full-on headbanger. Probably starts a mosh pit. Loves the energy. Picks you up on his shoulders for a better view.

After: “You ever seen me so pumped? That was sick. We’re goin’ again.”

Azusa Mukami

“…You saved… for a long time… just to… hear this band?”

He’s confused but deeply touched by your excitement. Says yes instantly.

At the concert: A bit overwhelmed at first, but clings to your sleeve and watches you with big eyes.

“Your… eyes light up… when you listen… It’s… pretty.”

After: He kisses your forehead and whispers: “Thank you… for sharing your music… with me.”

Shin Tsukinami

“Metal? You mean screaming and leather pants?”

He mocks it, but when you pout and tell him how hard you worked to afford it, he clicks his tongue and gives in.

At the concert: Grins when he sees you in your element. Laughs at the chaos. Might even join in just to show off.

After: “You were like a little alpha in there… kinda hot, actually. Let’s make a tradition out of this.”

Carla Tsukinami

“…I do not see the appeal of such disorderly events.”

Very hesitant. But the moment he realizes this means something to you, he sighs, adjusts his coat, and says, “Then I shall accompany you.”

At the concert: Stands tall, unbothered, but silently keeps you close. Watches you sing with an unreadable expression.

After: “You were radiant tonight. I have no interest in the band… but watching you was enough.”

Kino

“Wait, wait, you saved money to go to a metal concert?! That’s kinda hot~”

He’s chaotic, loud, and absolutely up for it.

At the concert: Tries to stage dive, gets thrown back. Screams with the band, starts a chant. Loves your energy.

After: “Best. Night. Ever. Can we make out in your concert tee now?”

Karlheinz

“…You have dedicated time and resources to this? How… fascinating.”

He doesn’t usually engage in mortal entertainment, but your commitment intrigues him.

At the concert: Surprising presence. People part around him. He stands tall and elegant, letting you dance while watching protectively.

After: “It brought you joy. That is enough for me. Though I confess… the raw passion in the music was unexpectedly… enjoyable.”

Richter

He rolls his eyes. “You’re dragging me to a loud mortal concert?”

But when he sees how proud you are, how hard you worked to go, he pauses. “…Fine. But don’t expect me to enjoy it.”

At the concert: Complains, but ends up watching you more than the band.

After: “Hmph. Tch… You looked beautiful screaming for that damn band. But next time… scream for me instead.”

[diabolikpersonals]

sorry for such a broad question but in your opinion is laito a well written character relative to everyone in diabolik? i really Want to learn more about him but i also dont want to subject myself to All That and i just want to know if he's worth reading about or just a pile of interesting plot threads thrown together for shock factor and unfulfilled thematically.

like my current personal opinion (may be wrong) is that i dont feel satisfied with the idea of yui's love or proactiveness fixing laito in any way because it doesn't mesh well with the actual ideas surrounding his character and unpacking that love is not poison goes beyond romantic love or a singular place of understanding. additionally it doesn't feel earned it feels like a chore for the player to trudge though for the sake of reading. i dont want to read laito's story that bad if it's the case yet im intrigued by the things offered by his character like the processing of the deeply visceral way csa shatters who you are

I wanted to wait till I finished his CL to answer so I'd be fully caught up with laito's routes, but that'll take too long so.....!! I might change my answer later!! lmao

[tw laito stuff, csa and suicide, yeah]

I do think Laito's a well-written character but his stuff is really difficult to get through if you have certain triggers, so it's tough to recommend. Even beyond the csa stuff, Laito is in a real hurry to die and he makes several attempts throughout the series. There's a certain unique sort of awfulness, at least for me, involving scenes where a character fails a suicide attempt and then get even more upset and desperate about it. So I understand what you mean when you say you're not excited about putting yourself through it. They were the hardest routes for me to get through too :')

A lot of earlier games suffer from endings that are like "And the two lived happily ever after, and we're not gonna unpack all that stuff!" and Laito's routes are no exception, but if you can look past that and make it to LE, I wouldn't say that Laito gets fixed. He has an ending similar to Ayato's that's like, it feels like we fixed everything but in reality we couldn't overcome the core issue! They really seem to believe that Laito absolutely can't be happy or live a normal life the way he is now. He has to die and/or rewrite his memories to be comfortable loving someone. It's up to your tastes if that's satisfying or not, but I kind of love the bittersweetness of LE endings, and the way they feel like a happy ending until you think about them a little too hard.

What's interesting is that Yui's purehearted love often hurts Laito more than it helps him. He responds to love, from Yui or from his family members, with revulsion. There's jealousy when he interacts with straightforward characters like Yui or Ayato, like "If only I could be as simple and pure as you, but nope, I can't." He's very self-aware for a diaboy, which only makes it hurt more when he keeps arriving at the conclusion that he's rotten. He definitely makes progress, which is really satisfying to see, like how he gradually allows Ayato back in his life emotionally. But as of right now, the end of his arc is so, like, "I tried, really I did! But my perspective on love is fucked and I need a hard reset! Maybe I'll be normal in the next life but definitely not this one!! Bye!"

...So, it's hard to say if you'll be happy with it. I see a lot of mixed opinions concerning the LE endings. They often give the diaboy what he wants but not what he needs, so you're left going, "Wait, I don't know about this...!" A lot of people really hate these endings, but they actually get more interesting to me the more conflicted they make me feel...and oh boy, was I conflicted about this one! :'D

If it sounds interesting to you, too, and you don't mind some pretty brutal scenes along the way, give Laito's routes a try. His HDB will definitely make you mad though lol

[knightofpisces]

"love is the beauty of the soul"

tfem!thoma x ayato

in which thoma has always longed for something he's never been allowed to indulge, and ayato is the one to heal his battered heart.

. . . hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, transphobia

Thoma wanted to be beautiful from the day he was born.

He was born to be beautiful, actually. Thoma was born the prettiest little boy the small Mondstadtian town had ever seen. Really, he was the local miracle–a little bundle of joy and with bright green eyes that made your heart stop. When he looked at you, you were blessed. When he smiled at you, all your troubles went away. Everyone wanted a chance to see the little blonde missile, whose tiny feet stumbled wildly through the tall grasses of Windrise, chasing after crystalflies and Barbatos knows what else.

The day he got his first haircut, he cried. Oh, he cried and cried. He looked in the mirror and positively broke down into tiny little sobs, blubbering about how he couldn’t be the princess anymore when he played knights with his friends in the square. Thoma’s father, on the other hand, said ‘good riddance’ to that and never let him grow it out again. No son of his would be parading around as some damsel in distress. 

All Thoma could remember was running all the way up to the chapel with some clippings of his hair and breaking down in front of Barbatos’ statue until Diluc came skidding around the corner. He nearly lost his bearings. Diluc was one of the older boys he was friends with, his senior only by a year or two, and they usually played knights with his little brother, Kaeya.

Diluc knelt by his side for a few minutes, trying to make sense of things before Thoma forced his words out through itty bitty hiccups and gasps. Diluc still couldn’t seem to understand what the younger boy’s fit was about. 

“I think that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Diluc asked honestly. “You don’t have to be the princess anymore.”

Thoma just stood up quietly, brushed himself off, wiped his eyes, and left. His own strands of hair fell loose from his palm, drifting gently into the wind. He would never forget those words. If Diluc and his father said it, then they were probably right. He didn’t have to be the princess anymore, and that was a good thing.

It was a good thing, so why did it make him so sad? Why did it crush his little heart? Was it so wrong to want to be the princess?

It was, and Thoma wouldn’t indulge himself like that again for a long time to come. 

The blonde grew older, and as he did, so did his beauty. Women swooned, as did men, and the steps outside his front door were always filled with gifts of love, much to his parents’ dismay. He would always be the town’s little miracle, even as the times seemed to change, even more so when tensions between his mother and father grew tumultuous. 

Their split happened on a normal Tuesday, Thoma holed up in his room sorting herbs from his satchel, planning to go sell them at the market, when his father mounted the stairs. A few simple words, as if he were merely announcing tonight’s dinner plans, and that was that. He was leaving. He was taking his things and returning to Inazuma in a week, and Thoma was to stay home with his mother. 

Thoma asked why, of course. He stood up and stumbled down the stairs after him just to try and wrap his head around what the hell was happening. He was barely a teenager, after all. What was he expected to do when the man of the house left?

“Why not take me?”

The words slipped out, and Thoma’s father only looked at him with contempt. 

“I will not live in a house with that woman, and I will not live in a house with a son who thinks he’s my daughter.”

The words utterly blindsided the poor, confused boy. A son who thinks he’s his daughter? Thoma just stood there frozen as his father turned on his heels and left.

But why?

How?

Thoma had been so-.. so good. So why was his father saying these awful things? Thoma wasn’t a girl, he would never be a girl, he would never want something like that. It was wrong, it was insulting, but why did it hurt his heart so much? Thoma really had been good. He hadn’t wished to be a princess in a long time. He dreamt about it, sure, he thought about it, but he would never want something so… utterly ridiculous.

Boys shouldn’t want to be girls.

Thoma didn’t want to be a girl.

So why would his father ever say that?

Why was it his fault as much as his mother’s?

Thoma thought about it for a long time. News traveled fast in the small town, and it was almost like the townspeople knew of his father’s departure before he did. The boy’s chest felt heavy for a long time, though his mother seemed to shine brighter than ever. It was like a side of her he’d never seen, one weightless and free from restraint. Thoma, on the other hand, tried to forget about it all. He was admired there, he had a life, he had his friends, he had his mother. Why would he dwell on something so baseless his father said in a fit of anger? Something so stupid? Just thinking about indulging himself–about being that beautiful princess–had driven his own family away. Why was it so wrong? Why was even just thinking about wanting something so taboo?

Thoma had washed himself up on an Inazuman beach trying to find answers. A wrecked rowboat, bloody face, spinning head, and it was some kind of blessing from the archons he’d made it there alive. It was definitely one of the lower points in his life; eyes bleary and burning with salt, breaths labored by his waterlogged chest. He barely made it halfway up the hill to Kamisato Estate before his vision went spotty and he passed out in the sand. 

Thus began a friendship with a kind man, one insistent on nursing him back to health, on finding his father, on satisfying his every need. And when he couldn’t do that, he offered him a job.

Kamisato Ayato was a kind man. He was a man in possession of the same kind of beauty Mondstadtian townspeople fussed over for years. He carried himself with grace, with vigor, and a certain type of kindness Thoma yearned to witness every day for the rest of his life. Over time, Kamisato Ayato made him feel… beautiful.

And beauty was a terrifying, terrifying thing. 

Whenever Ayato neared, he clammed up. He dismissed himself, made excuses not to see him, only cleaned and tidied his room when he knew the other was out on business. He went out of his way to avoid him every day for weeks until the Kamisato couldn’t stand it. Oh, he could strangle his housekeeper for being such a slippery little weasel. It was impossible to find him, even harder to pin him down, and it was driving the man insane. 

Thoma felt like he was being driven insane by Ayato in turn. Ayato spurred on awful thoughts that made him utterly restless; awful thoughts he could never, ever indulge himself in. Ayato made him feel pretty, made him feel safe, made him feel like some princess saved by her knight in shining armor, and it made his skin crawl. Thoma couldn’t choke back those thoughts when he was around the other man. He wanted to be pretty, wanted to be beautiful, wanted to be his gorgeous princess and never leave his side. All were thoughts that instilled him with fearful nausea. Every time they spoke he felt less and less self control.

Ayato couldn’t box Thoma in until he accidentally walked in on the housekeeper in one of Ayaka’s pretty dresses. Thoma hadn’t seen him at first. Ayato was standing frozen stiff in the doorway, and he couldn’t even will himself to breathe. The sight in front of him was so… gorgeous. The long, deep red dress was an uncharacteristic style for Ayaka, but it fit Thoma’s tall, slender frame so perfectly Ayato could cry. He wanted to say something, to reach out and touch, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He didn’t want to scare Thoma away before he inevitably spotted him watching like a creep. 

Thoma felt so at home in that dress. Every time he so sneakily put it on he felt like his heart was mended and stitched back into his chest. He just felt so… real, so pretty, and he hated himself for it more than anything. When he finally turned and saw Ayato standing there, it was like his entire world shattered. Oh, Archons, he wanted to lay down and die right at that moment. He felt defensive, like a caged animal, and he tried to stop himself from tearing up. Fuck, it was awful. He would be kicked out, wouldn’t he? Wearing his sister’s clothes and enjoying it like some freak? He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

Ayato saw his silent, pleading expression, and he couldn’t even think to feel bad about what he had seen. He just stepped forward, reached, rested his hand on Thoma’s shoulder, not even hesitating when he flinched back.

“You look beautiful.”

He said breathlessly; something Thoma would never forget, but this time for good reason.

Ayato spoke those words and his eyes shot up, searching his face for any hint of hatred, any signs of disgust or resentment. Nothing. None at all. Just… pure love, reverence, like he couldn’t believe the perfect sight in front of him. Thoma felt his shoulders slouch and his body slump forward, body instinctively relaxing like he knew Ayato would be there to catch him. He was. Ayato’s palm found his cheek, his other arm wrapping around his waist as he drew the other’s trembling body close.

“I mean it, Thoma. You’re the most breathtaking princess I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

The Kamisato whispered, and Thoma just broke. His face scrunched up like he was desperately trying to will something back before he leaned against him and broke down into teary sobs. Ayato made him feel so pretty. Ayato made him feel so seen and loved it hurt.

If Ayato was here holding him, whispering sweet nothings, kissing his head, holding his face, maybe it wasn’t so wrong. 

Maybe it was okay to be beautiful.

[kyogre-blue]

You had a tall male only side account, right? Planning to pull for anyone in inazuma chronicled?

Also, how's it going with gallagher-jiaoqiu pulls?

God, must you stab me where it hurts.........

Yes, I stopped using my Genshin main, but I'm still playing my tall male only alt. I was going to fish for Ifa in the upcoming patch but now they had to betray me like this.......... Alhaitham and Itto are the only two 5 stars I'm missing (actually, until Ifa actually releases, they're the only two tall men I'm missing, period), so the Inazuma chronicled is... sigh.

The thing is, I also want to pull for weapons on Inazuma Chronicled. This sounds crazy, but the selection is actually really good. Redhorn is good for Itto and Diluc both, Haran is fine for both Ayato and Kaeya, Mistsplitter is good for Ayato, Kaeya and Alhaitham. Thundering Pulse is fine for Ororon, and Moonglow is acceptable on Baizhu (though he won't gain the energy refund, since I don't normal on him most of the time). The only losing options are Yae's catalyst (fine stat stick for Wriothesley but the purple color is awful) and Chiori's sword (also a fine sword, but the colors aren't good).

But I only have 130 pulls saved right now and no pity on character or chronicled. The estimate primo count for 5.6 is also really low, so I'm only going to have enough for one guarantee.

I have to choose... If I don't get Itto, I might not get him for more than a year. We still haven't had a second Mond Chronicled (even though it would have made a hell of a lot more sense here than Inazuma's!!) and it's been more than a year now since the first one. But another 5 star weapon would be great too... And of course, who knows when Ifa will rate up next. (That said, the next Ifa fishing opportunity can't be worse than the current one, and there's no real reason for me to get high pity on the normal character banner now.)

I guess I could...... explore.... but exploring for primos is like the most miserable thing in existence.

I'm lowkey SO mad.

HSR is somehow even worse, honestly.

I had to go to 79+78 to get Mydei. Ok, awful, but it happens. AND THEN I lost to Bronya at 79. I'm now 65 pulls in and still no Jiaoqiu. This is literally the most cursed pulling streak I've ever had. I've had to go to high pity three times in a row before, but at least I always won the second 50/50. What the hell is this.........

Gallagher is E4 or 5, I think, but like. Damn.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

That Screwllum bit took me off guard lol but I unironically have an HSR OC who is this strange perfectly blended mesh of organic and technological life. She was grown in a tube :) and her whole civilization is dead :(

I'm irl a person with a breeding kink but more in the Wrio and Jing Yuan way than an Ajax way. Me and Ajax would have to have a discussion cause I don't ever want to actually be pregnant.

Unless it was Neuvillette or something cause a lot of hc in fics just have some freaky egg stuff going on and that honestly sounds so much easier than live birth, plus im sure he could use his powers to make it better. Neuvillette is my exception to a lot of things, I love that man so so much.

Never let them know your next move!

Love how my mind reading about your OC did the whole "yay! :)" then "aw... :(" sound tracks at each emoticon XD

Your oc seems to have such an interesting life it makes me curious if her civilization was destroyed before or after her creation. I am giving your oc blankets and a warm drink regardless!

Honestly fair, having a kink is one thing but it resulting in a whole ass human is another. Irl I just do not period for various reasons but if I did I'd probably be in a similar spot as Wriothesley and Jing Yuan too but with a splash of Ayato cause for me it's more like a fun thing to add as a result of something else rather than the main focus and besides I'm more of a pleaser so it ain't me getting "pregnant" :3c

Sweet, precious Neuvillette can do whatever he wants! He is so kind and caring he'd definitely make things easier in all areas so he can lay a few eggs as a treat ^^

[sasaranurude]

Coly, the company behind Mahoyaku and Stand My Heroes, have announced a new game. Some friends and I realized that despite looking somewhat generic at first glance, it's got a handful of intriguing things going on with it! So here's a quick kind of long introduction to/my thoughts on Break My Case!

First: the website! The music on the site is really good! Go listen while you read this post!! There are 12 people listed as composers in the credits page, and it seems most every VA involved has at least a bit of experience with singing or music projects. The tone is a bit dark for a rhythm game (though I'm not ruling that out entirely), but otherwise it seems like there's gonna be a music focus. Cool! As far as other staff goes--the main scenario writer is also the writer of Stand My Heroes, and the character designer is Utako Yukihiro, who also did some work for B-Project.

The story concerns a cafe with a myriad of eccentric employees that runs an after-hours service where they solve problems. The exact nature of all this is left pretty vague.

And the draw for a game like this: The characters! Interestingly, they're divided into different departments at the cafe. What exactly those departments do isn't clear yet. As for the characters themselves--the more we looked at them, the more we liked them, lol. Quick summaries about what intrigued us about each guy. Note that these are not translations, none of us are fluent in Japanese (we all know just enough to get by with the google+jisho combo lol), and this should all be taken with a grain of salt.

The Main Office, consisting of Ai Kosaka, Yuzuru Kise, and Roka Suoh. (Names are listed in western given-family order because that's what the site uses for romanized names.) Roka is the one who owns the cafe, is the oldest character in the bunch at 36, and is that fun "mysterious guy with unknown backstory and an endless amount of weird acquaintances, who acts incompetent but might actually be hypercompetent" type of trope.

On account of the whole acting-incompetent thing, Ai and Yuzuru run the actual cafe business. And normally I won't be including fullbody character art in this post but I have to make an exception just this once.

Anyways.

Tumblr won't let me put four images in a row. Come on man. I wanna maintain the BMC's site style. Why are you mean to me. Anyways. The Simulation Department, consisting of Kou Ayato, Mao Ukyo, Akehoshi Hinomiya, and Yuragi Kanno. "Simulation" is its English name given on the site, but the Japanese given would probably read more like "relationship department".

Kou is a footloose playboy and Mao is a serious intellectual type, but apparently Kou will ask Mao to pretend to be his girlfriend so that he can avoid trouble with women. That's gay. I love that. (Mao is a guy [as far as we know], he just likes makeup--he's not the only one in that cast who does, either!) We all want Mao's outfit.

Akehoshi was a sleeper hit in the group chat, because his bio has a sentence about how he's the most normal-looking-yet-dangerous employee at the cafe, and also explicitly describes him as being like a dog, and naturally we all went crazy for the silly puppy as soon as we realized that he was in fact a silly puppy. Yuragi, on the other hand, likes cats. Such a classic for his character design trope, lmao.

The Administrative Department, consisting of Taiga Tsukimoto, Haruhi Ichikawa, and Sei Okiya. Taiga looks cool but if you look at his fullbody he's wearing awful sweatpants and apparently he cries while watching anime. I love this for him. Haruhi is a streamer because that's like an obligatory character trope now I guess. Sei was very popular in the group chat for being the single most suspicious character in the cast. What's his problem.

The Watchdog Department (or enforcement department, if you translate the jpn) consists of Shizuka Fushimi, Takeru Mikado, Soyogu Shinkai, and Shinobu Aizawa.

My friend described Shizuka as a "wet looking glasshole" and yeah. ok. unfortunately he does look like that. But it's ok he's allowed because his bio says he prefers quiet, orderly places with plants and no people and keeps to himself in common spaces but his own room is a complete mess. AKA he's an autism king. So I like him.

Takeru was obviously a hit because look at them. Takeru and Mao talk about makeup together, apparently. CUTE! Shinobu is the most fashionable guy in the cast and his bio says he has a few screws loose, which is amazing. Good for him. I have nothing to say about Soyogu I think I forgot he existed until I was putting this post together and I only looked at these all guys a few hours ago

The Negotiation Department, with Kiho Arima, Kyoya Shido, and Riku Tateshina. I described this group as "grandma, grandpa, and Columbo" and then the group chat couldn't call any of them anything else. And I do mean grandma. Because. ok. another fullbody. Because oh my god we have to look at Kiho.

GIRL. WHAT. IS. THAT. YOU'RE WEARING A CARPET. YOU'RE WEARING A COUCH. kiho is apparently a fortune teller and my friend acted as if this excused the outfit but i DONT agree i don't think anything excuses this. WHAT IS THAAAAAT

Kyoya is an artist and Riku is a psychologist so honestly this is a really fun bunch of jobs going on in this department. Riku is described as someone who falls in love easily, and he's most interested in Ai (from the Main Office, the very first guy in this post). We couldn't tell if the implication there is that he's in love with Ai, or if he falls in love with random people and yet his true attention always drifts back to Ai. Both of these options are gay.

The ST (special tasks) Department, with Yomose Onda, Yu Nina, Kamiya, and Urara Manami.

Yu had his life saved by Tomose and has now dedicated himself to him, to the point of being ready to die for him. YOU GOTTA LOVE THAT. INCREDIBLE TROPE. UNBEATABLE. GAY AS HELL. All we know from Tomose's side is that he's "fond" of Yu. That's fine I'm sure you can learn to love him. Or learn to hate him. Whatever's more entertaining.

Kamiya has no memory, hence the singular name. I'm sure whatever's going on there is weird and interesting. Urara is the youngest character, at 20. THAT'S RIGHT. THE YOUNGEST CHARACTER IS 20. THERE ARE ZERO TEENAGERS! THE AVERAGE CHARACTER AGE IS AROUND 26. THIS SHOULDN'T BE AS NOTABLE AS IT IS BUT THAT'S GACHA GAMES FOR YOU. Anyways I like Urara because I think he looks like an angry kitty.

Anyways, that's the gist of what we know about BMC--or BreMai, if you wanna go for something closer to the jpn abbreviation--right now. More info might drop at/around Animate Girls Fest, since they seem to be giving out game beta codes there. I don't know if I'm completely sold on it just yet--coly did just have a detective-themed gacha game fail a few months ago with &0. But we're not even completely sure it is a gacha yet, or what kind of gameplay it might have otherwise, so... there's a bit of hope. Maybe it'll be a weird cool dark rhythm game! Who knows!!!

[dollete-bitch-77-u]

Fanfiction about diabolick lovers ,the sakamaki brothers

The name of the novel : blood of a virgin

Romaissae was walking was sitting quitely at her chair in the classroom when the teacher said

Mr yushida: so today we gonna have a new student here ,he comed from a prestigious family his name is ayato sakamaki

A tall Boy with red hair and green ruby eyes enter to the classroom with an aura of arrogance And lack of intrest, he was really handsome and he looked divine like a sculpture ,all the girls look at him in admiration making aw voices from their intrest to him but he just made his way to the last chair at the back of class putting his earphones trying to avoid people reaction at him.

IT was lunch break when girls were crouded at one table at the cafeteria they were six deadly gorgeous boys sitting taking all the admiration for themselves ,romaissae rolled her eyes she hate when someone Is being liked for his appearence not his intentions or personnality, she Sit calmly eating her sandwish when randomly ayato Came to her and grapped a Seat next to her

Ayato playfuly: hey blondie youre the only girl sho didnt get around our table ,do you think yourself special from other girls?

Romaissae : yeah im special i dont like everything that everyone like it boring

Ayato smiling taking a peace of tomato from her salade: what your name sweetheart?

Romaissae : im romaissae and youre ayato sakamaki

Ayato lauphing: at least you remember your name you seem a Cold person like the your deadly pale skin color

Romaissae: actually i dont care about you a lot it just i heard people talking ..that all¡

Ayato with a smirk: i aulways make attention whenever i go IT kinda annoying

Romaissae: i think people like you and your brothers love and live for attention

Ayato: kinda right blondie ....so i was thinking if you wanna go eat noodles somewhere nice

She interrput him saying:no thank you just ask another girl I think she say yes imediatly and she left the table making ayato surprised no girl said before no before to him .

The weather was cold cause it was night everybody was going to their houses, that when romaissae driver comed to pick her up she entered the car and left while ayato watching her from afar

Laito smirking: you like this flat chested arent you

Ayato : it just her blood smell so good like how my mom blood smelled

Laito:why we dont go pay her a visit tonight And have fun

Ayato smiling: sound like a good idea!

Romaissae was sleeping in her large Pink bed when she fet the air playing with her hair ,she Opened her eyes and find the window open ,she remember she left her close ,she get up and close her again and return to her bed ,minute later she felt asleep ,she felf a hand movement in circles in her cheek and someone smelling her neck .

To be continued

[taintedevesayori]

Sayo's Route: Haunted Dark Bridal - Dark 06

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Once Sayo is ready for school, she heads to Reiji’s room like she promised

*knock knock*

Reiji: Come in.

-Sayo enters the room

Reiji: So you didn’t back out after all.

Sayo: You thought I would?

Reiji: You seem fickle and clearly you aren’t fond of us. I would not be surprised if you changed your mind.

(Well…he’s not wrong…)

Sayo: That may be the case, but I agreed to this. 

Reiji: Fufu…Then have a seat. I shall prepare tea. 

-She sits at the table, watching as Reiji prepares tea

(As I thought, this feels strange…I know I was the one who brought tea to share yesterday, but this feels different somehow. I can’t put my finger on why.)

Reiji: You seem tense.

(Oops…)

Sayo: Not really. I guess I just didn’t really expect to be spending time with you again like this. I just happened to make an entire pot of tea without thinking yesterday. It wasn’t with the intention of sharing with anyone.

Reiji: I assumed that was the case. I cannot imagine you thoughtfully going out of your way to make tea for anyone. 

Sayo: Well…not for anyone here at least. I did have friends I would have done that for. 

Reiji: So you do not attempt to chase away anyone who tries to get close to you? That is a little surprising. 

-She gives him a cheeky grin

Sayo: Nope. Just vampires I’m forced to live with. 

Reiji: Good grief…Aren’t you beginning to fail, though?

Sayo: What do you mean?

-He smirks at her

Reiji: Having tea with me like this. Would that not count as getting closer to me?

Sayo: Ugh…I can have tea with you without getting close to you. 

Reiji: Fufu…Is that what you believe? Intriguing. 

(Annoying…Of course I can. Don’t talk about anything of importance, keep a wall between us, and I’ve prevented us from getting closer. It’s that simple…right? There’s no way I would let one of them get close to me, after all.)

-The two continue to chat over tea until it is time to leave for school

*Timeskip*

-Ayato and Laito stop Sayo after they return from school

Ayato: Oi! The hell were you doing with four eyes before school?

Sayo: Hm…? Having tea. 

Laito: Eh~? Since when do you spend time with Reiji, Sayo-chan? You should be spending that time with me instead. 

Sayo: Not gonna happen.

Ayato: He’s right, why are you hangin’ around him when you could be playing with us?

Sayo: Eh…? 

Laito: Nfu…I like that idea, Ayato-kun~

(What the hell are they talking about…?)

-The two suddenly grab her arms, dragging her with them through the manor

Sayo: H-Hey! Let go of me! Whatever you two are planning, I don’t want anything to do with it…!

Laito: Stop worrying so much, Sayo-chan. It will be fun.

-The two drag her to the game room

(Oh…I see…But still, I don’t want to play with them.)

Sayo: I’ve said before that I don’t want to play games with you two.

Laito: Aw~ Don’t be like that, Sayo-chan. We just want to have some fun with you. 

Ayato: Yeah, suck it up and play for once. 

Sayo: Ugh…fine! But only if there’s no prize for the winner. I am not a prize.

Ayato: Tch…That takes away part of the fun. 

Laito: Why not just play along, Sayo-chan? It’s fine if you win, right~?

Sayo: Do you want me to play or not?

Laito: Haah…Alright, fine…

(Wow…I’m actually surprised he backed down…)

Sayo: What are we playing then?

Ayato: Heh…billiards. Hope you know how to play. 

(I…absolutely do not…I’m really glad I got them to back down on the reward…)

Laito: You do know, right Sayo-chan~?

Sayo: Er…no…

Laito: Nfu…I get a reward after all~ I’ll teach you, Sayo-chan.

(Oh, great…)

-Sayo lets Ayato go first so she can see how its done 

(I have no confidence in my ability to hit the ball properly…I guess we’ll just see how this goes…)

Laito: Alright, Sayo-chan~ I’ll help you, okay?

Sayo: Eh…?

Laito: You’re the solid colors, so pick which ball you’re trying to hit and line up your shot.

Sayo: Er…okay.

-She tries to mimic the position Ayato used with the cue stick once she picks which ball she’s attempting to hit. But before she can try to hit it, Laito stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her to place his hands over hers on the cue stick. Her cheeks flush red

(W-What is he doing?!)

Laito: Nfu…You’ve copied Ayato-kun pretty well. I’ll help you shoot, okay?

Sayo: I don’t need it…!

Laito: Of course you do~ You’ve never played, after all. 

Sayo: Ugh…fine…

-Laito guides her through the shot, hitting her target ball into one of the baskets. Ayato glares at him

Ayato: Tch…You’ve got the better deal here…

Laito: Nfu…Good job, Sayo-chan~!

-He lets go of the cue, wrapping his arms around her instead

Sayo: Gah! Let go, dammit! Just because you helped, does not mean you get to hold me like this…!

Laito: But I’ve got you in such a vulnerable spot right now…pinned between me and the billiards table like this. I can do whatever I want to you~

-He leans down, placing a kiss on her neck. She struggles to break free

Sayo: I am going to beat you with the cue if you don’t let go!

-She tries swinging it, but Ayato catches it, forcing it from her hands

Ayato: Hehe…Just give in already. There’s no getting away this time. 

Laito: Nfu…Well said, Ayato-kun. Thanks for the meal, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: You bastard…!

-Laito bites into her neck, causing her to wince

Sayo: Tch…!

Laito: Nn…Just as good as I remember…haah…You really are such a delicious treat, Sayo-chan…nfu~ *slurp*

Ayato: Since I stopped her from hitting you, you’re going to share, right?

Laito: Mm…As much as I want to keep her to myself, I suppose so…Phew…

-Ayato pulls her wrist up to his mouth. She glares, but knows her words aren’t going to stop him. He bites down

(Ngh…! These bastards…!)

Ayato: Nn…Eh…? You really weren’t kidding when you said she’s delicious…

Laito: Right~?

Ayato: I want more…Haah…

Laito: Just don’t forget she’s mine, Ayato-kun…Mm…

Ayato: Like hell she belongs to you..!

(Ugh…I’m starting to feel a little dizzy…)

-Her legs buckle slightly, causing some of her weight to fall onto Laito. He pulls away, turning her face towards him

Laito: Hm…? Are we taking too much, Sayo-chan~?

-She glares at him, causing him to laugh

Laito: That’s enough, Ayato-kun, I’m done sharing her. 

Ayato: Tch…

-He releases her wrist, grumbling protests under his breath

Laito: Up you go~

-Laito picks Sayo up, carrying her in his arms

Sayo: Eh?! The hell are you doing…?!

Laito: Nfu…Aren’t you unsteady on your feet? I’m just being helpful.

Sayo: It’s your fault in the first place…! I don’t need your help!

-He begins walking out of the room despite her protests

Sayo: You never listen! Where are we even going?

Laito: Your room of course. You need rest, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: Ugh…Whatever…

(I don’t see this ending well, but I’m just glad they stopped…)

-Laito places her on her bed once they’re in her room

Sayo: Thank y-

-She stops when he lays down beside her

Laito: You’re welcome, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: Who said you could lay with me?!

Laito: Think of it as a thank you for bringing you up here safely.

Sayo: You’re the reason I needed to be brought here in the first place…!

Laito: Nfu…Don’t worry about little details like that. 

(He’s such a pain in the ass…! I won’t be able to chase him out, though…)

Sayo: Ugh…! Whatever! Just keep quiet if you’re going to stay.

Laito: Nfu…As you wish.

-She pulls the blanket over herself. He cuddles up against her, wrapping an arm around her. She rolls her eyes, trying to ignore him

[plumblossomcafe]

The Whispers of the Crane and the White Rabbit (2/2)

After reaching the area and finding the correct stone wall, opening the box inside, and leaving Ayaka alone to read the notebook

Ayaka: ... *long exhale* Aether, Y/n, Paimon, sorry to keep you waiting so long.

Paimon: No worries, it wasn't long at all! You're a very fast reader.

Y/n: Have you finished reading the notebook?

Ayaka: Yes, I have. I think I ought to share the truth of this notebook with you both. Even though the contents are completely different than what I was expecting...

Paimon: Different how? You mean, it wasn't a fox envoy who wrote this?

Ayaka: Not a fox envoy, no. It turns out that Tsubaki's real identity......is my mother herself.

Paimon: Huh!?

Ayaka: Surprised? M—Me too... But that's what it says at the very beginning of the notebook. Ahem... "Tsubaki and I are the same person, and yet we are different. When I become Tsubaki, I stop being Kamisato Kayo and become the most ordinary woman in the world. What follows in these pages is the ordinary, everyday life of a regular person. Nothing more, nothing less." This notebook is, for the most part, a collection of my mother's musings, both private and trivial. All of the things we thought about Tsubaki... were, in fact, about my mother herself.

Paimon: So... that means that the kimono design and the international dishes...

Ayaka: Are things that my mother wished to try, yes. I'm sure this all sounds utterly bizarre to you, but to me, at least, my mother's behavior is completely understandable. Or to put it another way, I... I—I actually have another side to myself as well. I was at a loss for words when I started reading the contents of the notebook... It almost felt like... like someone had looked inside my mind, examined my thoughts, and then written them all down on paper...

Y/n: Ayaka...

Ayaka: From the moment my mother married my father, she became the mother of the Kamisato household, and with that came all sorts of duties. At the same time, the prestige of the Yashiro Commission brought its own share of responsibility. On top of that, every action she ever took was seen as representing the Kamisato Clan. People were always watching her. Under such circumstances, she never had much time to do things she really wanted to do. After my parents passed away, Ayato and I took over responsibility for the affairs of the clan. We ran into all sorts of difficulties during that time... I'm not sure if people outside the clan could ever imagine what it was like. Every time I found myself up against a difficult issue, I'd ask myself: Did my mother go through this, too? What would she have done in this situation? Maybe it's because it'd been so long since I last saw her, but... somehow, all that was left of her in my mind was the side of her that inspired awe and commanded respect...

Aether: ...

Ayaka: But... my image of her was incorrect. When I read this notebook, I realized... She was just like me. Underneath whatever position she may have held, she was just an ordinary person. She liked pretty kimonos, she wanted to try food from different places, she yearned to see sights she'd never seen before... Maybe this all sounds immature to you, but... I feel just the same way. I want to live life not as Kamisato Ayaka but as an ordinary woman. Mother wrote that she'd always wanted to go to a local Inazuman festival. She said that sometimes, on a clear night, if you looked out from our house, you could see lights off in the distance. I've seen those lights too! It looks so lively with so many people — and it's so brightly lit it makes the whole sky glow... Of course, sometimes it does make me a bit anxious from a public order perspective. But for someone of my position to just show up at a festival with no warning — it could be considered improper etiquette. Especially in my parents' generation, when the Yashiro Commission didn't have a particularly close relationship with the populace... Even if no one stopped us, the idea of the Yashiro Commission going out into the crowd... It'd certainly draw some strange looks. People would probably start thinking there was a trouble afoot. Mother said that she didn't want to put people on edge — she wanted everyone to enjoy the fun and freedom of the festival... She didn't want to disturb them and didn't have much free time anyway, so she never went. Not even once.

Paimon: Aw... So the kimono design — that must have been the outfit she planned on wearing if she ever did go to a festival, right?

Ayaka: That's right. And sometimes, festivals sell international food. She wanted to try that, too. I hope this isn't a disrespectful thing to say, but... I never knew my mother was so in touch with her inner child, haha.

Y/n: This is why, whenever someone asks me, "Why do you treat people who are nobles or come from a different status from you as if they were your equal?" It's because, despite the differences, we're all the same in the end, so we shouldn't treat each other differently.

Ayaka: I'm glad you act that way, Y/n ... Without knowing it, I've ended up fulfilling several of my mother's wishes already. *sigh* But going to a festival is the one thing that I can not do for her. Perhaps this is one thing that can simply never be.

Aether: It's not your fault. It's just the way things are.

Ayaka: I understand....Thank you. I think I realize something now. Mother and I are so similar in so many ways. The things she faces are things that I, too, will go on to face. She chose to place her unfulfilled wishes onto the identity of Tsubaki. As for me... I've already decided.

Paimon: Oh! So you've decided on an alter ego, too?

Ayaka: No, um... I don't plan to do anything like that. I think... I think I will set myself a new goal: To live each day without regrets. So, um... Y/n, Aether, I... Ahem... Whew, deep breaths, Ayaka, deep breaths... *sigh* Would you both be at all interested in checking out an Inazuman festival?

Paimon: Paimon's been dying to go ever since we saw that poster! Paimon would love to go with you, Ayaka!

Aether: So, you've really never been to a festival?

Ayaka: Hey, come on, don't make fun! It's just because I used to have the same concerns that my mother did... but now, I think I don't need to worry about it so much. I'm going to be true to myself and fulfill the wish that my mother and I shared. I know that you of all people can understand me going my own way on this... So... let's do this, you both and me! Let's go to a festival together!

Y/n: We'd love to join you.

Paimon: Paimon wants to come! Festivals here have loads of tasty snacks, too, right? Oh, and fun and games? Hee-hee!

Ayaka: ... Great! Thanks, you guys! If we head over now, we should still make it in time.

Paimon: Oh, good point, today's the last day, right? What are we waiting for — let's go!

At the festival location

Paimon: We're here! But it doesn't seem as lively as Paimon imagined... What's going on?

Ayaka: Since it's the final day, many of the visitors must have already returned home. I've heard that the peddlers often close up shop earlier on the last day because there are fewer people around.

Y/n: Are we too late?

Ayaka: Hmm... I'll go and ask. Whatever happens, I at least need to go inside, just this once. Hm!

Paimon: That's the way to go! We'll be right there with you.

At the front of the mask stall

Ayaka: It hasn't closed yet, it's just that there aren't many people left... Let's hurry and see as much as we can!

Paimon: Hey, look at that stall! They have so many masks! Paimon's heard that everyone's supposed to wear a mask at these kinds of festivals. Is that rule still around nowadays, or...?

Ayaka: That used to be the custom, yes, and today, it's still a popular way to dress up during festivals. But it's not a hard-and-fast rule.

Sanden: Hey! Isn't that Miss Kamisato?

Ayaka: Oh! Uh... Ahem. Greetings.

Paimon: People seem to recognize Ayaka whenever we go! Guess that's just what it's like when you're a famous Inazuman...

Sanden: Hahaha, but of course! The Kamisato Clan leads the Yashiro Commission. It's one of the most well-known clans in Inazuma. Not least because back when Master and Miss Kamisato had just taken over the family's affairs, they used to make public appearances all the time. Some of the younger generations have never even seen Miss Kamisato in person before. Being the age I am — I'm lucky enough to have seen her on many occasions over the years.

Ayaka: You're too kind. My brother and I simply go where we must fulfill our duties.

Sanden: Haha, but this is the first time I've seen anyone from your family at a festival. There must be some official business, I take it?

Ayaka: ... Oh, there isn't, actually. Today, I'm taking my traveling friends here around to see the sights.

Sanden: Oh? Travelers? Huh, now that you mention it... You do look like you've come a long way to get here! First time in Inazuma? Hope you enjoy yourself, young ones. Ah— excuse me one second. Hey, everyone! Listen up! Don't close up yet! Miss Kamisato has come to join the festival!

Ayaka: N—No, it's not like that! Please, there's no need to make a fuss. We're just here to—

Y/n: Thank you!

Paimon: Yeah, thanks a lot, mister! If you hadn't let them know, they'd start closing down about now, right? At least, it sure looks like that time of day.

Sanden: Haha, yep, you got it! But on account of this being the first time Miss Kamisato has ever come to the festival, it seems only fair to keep things open a little bit longer! Oh — here's a couple of masks for you. On the house.

Ayaka: No no no no no, you've been far too accommodating to us already, we couldn't possibly—

Sanden: Ah, don't gimme all that! Here you go! It's not often that we regular folks get some attention from the Yashiro Commission, so I've gotta mark the occasion somehow! Besides, it'll make me look bad if you refuse, haha.

Ayaka: But......Okay, I... think I understand.

Aether: Thank you for your generosity, sir.

Sanden: Hahaha, it's my pleasure! You have yourself a good time.

Paimon: Sir, do you have anything for Paimon?

Sanden: Ooh, hello there, kiddo, um... I'm sorry, but we don't have any masks in your size.

Paimon: Huh!? ...Surely you're not gonna let Paimon be the only one at the festival without a mask?

Ayaka: *chuckle* Paimon, don't worry, wearing a mask is optional...

Paimon: But, but... Paimon doesn't wanna feel left out!

Sanden: How about... a tree leaf? That should be enough to cover up that little face of yours.

Paimon: What!? No way!

Y/n: Paimon *holding a mask made of Hydro*

Paimon: Is that for Paimon!?

Y/n: mhm *puts it on Paimon*

Paimon: Yay!!! Thank you, Y/n!!

Aether: *smiles*

Ayaka: I can not thank you enough.

Sanden: Ah, it's nothing! But I won't hold you up any longer — you should go and enjoy the festival while everything's still lit up.

Ayaka: Alright! Aether, Y/n, shall we? Oh, wait! Um... Just one thing... I need to explain myself. I got a little nervous back there and... I—I just made up any old excuse. But don't think of this as me taking you sightseeing, please! I brought you guys here because... because I genuinely wanted to spend time with you guys.

Aether: Don't worry, Ayaka, no misunderstanding here.

Ayaka: ...Okay, great!

Paimon: *noticed Tsukuyomi walking around* Hey!! Does that figure seem familiar to you guys?

Y/n: It's Tsukuyomi!!!

Tsukuyomi: *turns to the direction* Oh, it's you guys and Ayaka... *crossed his arms*

Y/n: Hi Tsukuyomi!!! Nice seeing you again!!! Um, these are my friends they haven't introduced themselves properly, so I guess it's best to do introductions now.

Tsukuyomi: I'm Aikawa Tsukuyomi, a physician and the owner of Tenkubashi Clinic.

Aether: I'm Aether. It's nice to meet you. Thanks for taking care of Y/n

Paimon: Paimon is Paimon!!! It's nice to meet you!!!

Tsukuyomi: *nods*

Y/n: What are you doing here? Enjoying the festival?

Tsukuyomi: I just decided to take a break after dealing with my duties at the clinic, I just came to look around nothing more, I'll be heading back now.

Y/n: Why don't you hang out with us?

Tsukuyomi: That's fine.... I'd rather not be "bothering" the "Princess of the Kamisato Clan"

Ayaka: ....

Y/n: Well, then, how about I'll hang out with you then?

All: *surprised*

Ayaka: Are you sure? "Is she really willing to hang out with the illegitimate child of the Kamisato Clan? I was really hoping that she would hang out with us, especially me, I wanted to get to know her more like a sister would since I wanted to introduce her to my brother..."

Aether: .... "What did this man do to Y/n? Is he trying to take her away from me?"

Paimon: "Oh, Paimon loves this drama that's going on"

Y/n: Yes, I'll hang out with Tsukuyomi *holding his hand* I don't want him to miss out on all the fun here!!! Plus, I could tell he's a workaholic!!!

Tsukuyomi: *blushing a bit* Alright, if you say so.

Y/n: Once Tsukuyomi decides that he wants to leave, we'll meet back at the stall with the masks. Is that fine?

Aether: *unhappy* Sure...

Y/n: *dragging Tsukuyomi away* See you!!!

Y/n: There's a lot of fun games here!!! It's been so long since I've been at a festival!!!

Tsukuyomi: You haven't been to a festival in a while? I thought you would be the type to always be at one.

Y/n: Well, I just didn't have time to be at a festival so I stopped going for a while and now that I'm on this journey with Aether and Paimon, I'm excited to see what the other nations have, like festivals for example.

Tsukuyomi: I see.

Y/n: Oh, look, a dart game!!! Why don't we try that?

Tsukuyomi: Sure.

After Y/n tried multiple times on the game, she couldn't get it, and she wasn't capable of getting the prize of some plushy of a fox

Y/n: Awww *sad* This game is hard

Stall owner: Well, you tried your best miss, how about letting your boyfriend here do it?

Tsukuyomi: I'm not her boyfriend, I'm just a friend, is there something wrong with two friends being at a festival?

Stall owner: Haha, I just thought you were a young couple since it's normal for couples to be at festivals. Either way, why don't you give it a try?

Tsukuyomi: Sure

As if on the first try, Tsukuyomi managed to win the game and claim the prize

Stall owner: *clapping* Congratulations, boy!!! Here *hands him the prize*

Tsukuyomi: Thanks *hands Y/n the prize* Here

Y/n: Thanks!!!

Stall owner: Not a couple huh?

Tsukuyomi: *blushing* L-lets just go, Y/n

The two continued having fun in the festival, they played games, ate food or just looked around while getting some misjudged comments on being a couple, getting a fortune slip, drawing their wishes, and soon Tsukuyomi then left and Y/n waited at the mask stall for her companions

Y/n: *noticed Aether, Paimon, and Ayaka* Hey guys!!!

Paimon: Y/n!!! Did you have fun with Tsukuyomi?

Y/n: Yeah, he even got a plush for me while we were playing a dart game

Aether: I see "Was it fine that I let you have your fun with other men and not me?"

Ayaka: Sounds like you had fun, we were planning to leave when we meet up with you

Y/n: Alright!!!

While walking back to the Kamisato Estate(I want to point out that they went to the clothing store so you would change back to your normal clothes and you were told that you get to keep the kimono)

Ayaka: Aether, Y/n... Today was the first time in my life that I've ever been to a festival. You've both known me for some time now... I think you both understand my personality, don't you? Knowing me... I just know that today could not have been such a happy day without you guys. So, thank you. Today really meant a lot to me, and the memories will always have a special place in my heart. Festivals are great! There aren't many rules, everyone has that smile that comes from deep inside, and... it's just so carefree and happy... If I ever get the chance... Hee-hee, I wanna go again.

Y/n: I also enjoyed it. Next time, we could go again and maybe convince Tsukuyomi to tag along

Aether: I'd like to go again, too.

Ayaka: You guys too? Great! You know Aether, we're kind of similar, me with my brother, you with your sister. Sometimes, I feel like I can relate to the determination you must have.. to get your sister back.

Aether: Yes, she means an awful lot to me. Finding her is the whole reason for my journey.

Ayaka: ... I understand. Family bonds are inseparable — no one can break them... They are the most important roots we have in this world. You will find her. Come what may, you must never give up. I will always be here for you as your...Ahem! As your friend. I will always support you and Y/n.

Y/n: *smiles* Thanks, Ayaka. Today, made me really happy even if I wasn't with you guys at the festival.

Ayaka: ...! As long as you're happy, I'm happy.

As they were walking in the forest enjoying the peacefulness that the forest brought, Ayaka soon spoke up

Ayaka: Oh, Aether, Y/n, There's something that... I'd like to do. If you guys could spare me yet another moment. *hops into a shallow pool* Please keep your eyes on me

Ayaka begins to hum and perform a dance with her hand fan as Aether, Y/n, and Paimon watched in amazement as Ayaka finishes her dance with a ice particles surrounding her along with the cryo symbol being in the river, and once more they all began walking

Ayaka: What do you think of my dance? Did you... like it?

Paimon: It was so pretty! Beautiful, elegant, and... and something else Paimon can't put into words. *thinking* Paimon doesn't really know what it was, but, it is art.

Aether: It was delightful.

Y/n: I really liked it, it was a beautiful dance

Ayaka: Phew... I'm not very good at this kind of dance. So as long as I didn't embarrass myself, that's all that matters. I just... had a sudden urge, and I ran with it... Hahaha... In a way, that sort of sums up today for me. Dancing like nobody's watching.

Y/n: There's nothing wrong with that. You're a pleasure to be around!

Ayaka: ... That goes for you too, sis-Y/n. When I'm with you guys... time seems to slow down and speed up at the same time. Anyway, it looks like this is goodbye for today. I can see myself the rest of the way back.

Y/n/Aether: Goodnight, Ayaka.

Ayaka: Goodnight, Aether, Y/n. *leaves*

Although Ayaka has left, the melody she just hummed still echoes in y/n's mind, and she can't help but hum it softly too as they left the forest...

I want to leave a note that I'll be skipping Yoimiya's story quest since I felt like I took a while on making Ayaka's sor yeah, sorry, but I'll tell you guys that, Yoimiya makes you an amber colored fireworks for you. Sorry for this change of plans.

The plush:

[cinnamonest]

Lena thank you for the spanking bit, has to be one of fav kinks ever because it just... fits every single yan regardless of who they are??? Kinda like a "universal" thing, just top notch. Do you think we could ever get headcanons for it?

Thank you for this anon, you're absolutely correct it is a top-tier kink

Also I've been wanting to write more about god-era Morax so thank you for the opportunity to do so, I rambled way more about him than the others here sorry lol

As for those who fit the kink best imo I’m going with Childe, Diluc, Ayato and Morax

//major spanking kink material (obviously) but gets kinda bad in severity/intensity, also mentions of hair-pulling, biting, throat fucking, anal, two cocks for Morax again (as always 👌)

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Childe is probably the best one here to end up at the mercy of here for once, for the sake of your poor ass at least.

Not that it isn't still awful and painful — he’s a sadist at heart and just adores making you squeal and cry. What at least makes it comparatively at least bearable is that he tends to use his hand — although that does make it more personable, more humiliating.

He tells you, though, exactly what he intends to do. You're being such a little brat today… come over here…

He doesn't even seem angry, but rather excited. He's all smiley and cooing in a way that feels so utterly humiliating and degrading.

Oh, but please do run. Please, please make it so much more fun for him, run away and try to hide. There's virtually nothing in the world that turns him on as much as either a game of chasing you or hunting you down wherever you're hiding. The fact that you're that scared of getting your ass beaten is kind of cute, actually. Are you that sensitive to pain, or is it more protecting your pride that gives you so much resistance? Not that he's complaining or anything.

He'll even give you a very wide opportunity to run, make sure you have plenty of avenues to do so. His heart rate begins to go up seeing the look of realization in your eyes when you spot an opening to run off, and he'll give you a minute or two of a head start. It doesn't take him long to find you nonetheless, hauling you up over his shoulders and carrying you back to your room with obvious excitement, like a predator dragging squealing, still-living prey back to its den for its inevitable fate.

That being said, doing that will make it worse for you — at that point you probably do deserve a belt at least, you know? Regardless of the instrument of choice though, he keeps you bent over his knee — he can feel your squirming more that way, and he can grind his hard-on into your stomach as you thrash around and squeal. Each strike still lands on bare skin, but rather than having your lower half naked, he likes to sometimes move the hold on your back and grasp at the waistband of your panties instead, jerking them up to wedge between your cheeks, effectively holding you in place and baring your skin at the same time.

He's so mean about it, taunts you that same voice you hate so much—

Aw, are you actually crying? Maybe I'll stop if you beg for something else…

There's no set number or standard of how much you'll be punished for any particular offense, which can be more torturous than anything. At least if you were given a number, you'd know how much more you had to endure. Instead, you just lurch and squeal each time his hand or the leather comes down... you kick your legs and thrash about, to no avail. In fact, you're pretty sure it just makes him hornier, you feel his cock twitch and his breathing grow more ragged the louder you cry out, and his hand on your back forces you down harder.

He’s actually totally shameless about getting off to it, too, so you can’t use that against him.

God, you're so cute when you cry like that... squeal louder for me...

The only real upside is that it's usually abruptly cut off at some point once he's too aroused by it to continue, and needs to just bury himself into your holes. You get slid off his lap onto the couch or bed, barely getting any time to recover — still sniffling and whimpering— before being contorted to whatever position he wants and rammed into without warning… thus for once, him being perpetually horny and having virtually no self-control actually becomes a positive. It still doesn't help, though, that the sex makes his hips smack against your sore ass with each thrust, but crying out about that only makes him go harder.

You know it could be much much worse — he makes sure to remind you that he could easily keep going until you completely break down, but he's so nice and you should be grateful for that — but you're still sore, and it leaves a pinkish-reddish tint under your natural flesh tone — something he likes to point out to you later, groping at your ass and laughing when you jolt at the sting. Your nose wrinkled with your expression of disgust as you jerk your head away from him, and you mutter under your breath.

Bastard...

And then, you squeal and lurch forward as one more harsh smack lands on your backside. You try to ignore the chuckling that follows as your eyes well up with embarrassed tears, and you bury your face beneath the covers of the bed.

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Diluc’s punishments are awful in terms of pain, but thankfully they're over fairly quickly because it's largely an act of momentary fury and irritation, and once he gets that anger out of his system, the punishment will be over, too.

He's still very intimidating about it, and it doesn't help that it's always a sort of spontaneous thing he decides on in the heat of the moment — thus you see the exact moment you know you've crossed a line, but also know (or at least, quickly learn) that there's nothing you can say or do at that point that will get you out of being punished. His eyes narrow and his voice lowers and he tells you to get over here in a voice that makes you feel like your heart just stopped, and your stomach feels as if it twists into a knot when you see the confirmation of your dread when he takes his belt off.

Running is not advisable — it's not like you'll succeed, and you'll just make him more mad. He's rough with how he handles you, dragging you by your clothes and hair over to bed, counter, or the back of a couch, forcing your head down.

How bad any one particular spanking is varies a lot depending on how mad you've succeeded in making him. He's not merciful at all, so he hits with force based on the level of his frustration. Thus, your attitude is important — you can technically commit a lesser offense, but if you keep backtalking and being bratty and fighting it, you'll likely get a worse punishment than you would for a worse offense for which you were apologetic and submitted to punishment easily.

What does change with the severity of your offense is that if what you didn't isn't so bad, you can keep your clothes on, but for particularly egregious transgressions, even in spite of the heat of the moment, unfortunately, he doesn't forget to pull your clothes up or down and off to make sure you're bared first.

He virtually always uses a belt, much to your dismay, and prefers to bend you over various surfaces since he can strike harder that way. It’s painful, you always end up in tears quickly, begging and pleading and spilling apologies for whatever you did, but he never has any mercy on you.

Much like you can’t get out of it to begin with, there’s also nothing you can do that will make it end any sooner than he feels like it. Over and over, grumbling with each strike about how you’re such a brat, how you can’t just behave, how it’s your own fault, until your flesh is reddened and burning badly enough that even when it’s over, all you can do is slump forward and cry.

If he went really hard on you, he might feel a little bad afterwards, getting you a wet cloth to soothe the burn… but he’ll still remind you that you wouldn’t be lying there all shivering and sobbing if you just learned to behave yourself properly.

For him, it’s more of an actual punishment first and foremost and not really an intentionally erotic thing, at first he’s too mad to think much about the eroticism of it… but seeing you lying there sniffling with your butt so heavily marked and welting, admittedly he does quickly get hard… and he’ll get incredibly flustered and embarrassed if you accuse him of getting off to it.

But be careful — push him too much on that matter, and such antagonism might be grounds for a round two on your already-stinging ass.

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Ayato’s punishments are particularly unpleasant, but the thing is that if you're in that situation, you deliberately chose it. Because he's gracious enough that you get a lot of warnings before reaching that point.

If you're being bratty, temperamental, rude, or whatever other behavior he doesn't like, you get a certain look first. The standard half-lidded eyes, unpleased expression, the universal ‘stop that right now’ glare. Maybe a passive aggressive comment if he can slide one into conversation.

If that fails — in other words, if you keep being a brat regardless, deliberately ignoring his warnings — you then get a verbal warning. He'll address you directly if it's just the two of you, but gods forbid you’re digging your own grave by misbehaving in front of others, he waits for a moment where everyone else's attention is on something else before pulling you close in a faux gesture of affection (with a grip harsh enough to ensure you get the message but not enough to alert anyone else in the room to his quiet fury), lowering his voice, whispering directly into your ear.

We’re going to have a talk about your behavior when this is over. Do you understand?

You know by now what a "talk" actually means, and hearing the words makes you stiffen and swallow. Granted, by the time it reaches the point that you've been that bad, you won't escape without at least a few swats, but if you persist, you'll just make it much worse. All you can do is nod your head and wait in dreadful anticipation.

As soon as the company you had leaves, you try to slowly back away, looking for an opening to run, but he has you grabbed by your clothes or hair and is dragging you off before you can even try. The total silence on his end as he drags you over to your room only serves to amplify your dread, and thereby your little whimpering protests.

The primary thing that will make it that much worse is what he uses to punish you, because from the day he brought you home, he anticipated a need for discipline at some point, and thus had a whipping cane custom-made just for you. One of those thin wooden canes designed for no other purpose than infliction of pain and punishment, which he leaves sitting out in your bedroom at all times, making sure it's always within sight as a subtle threat, a reminder of his power over you and that your behaviors have consequences.

He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t get heated, yet somehow that makes it so much worse. He’s perfectly calm as he holds you down on his lap, a hand wrapped into and grasping your clothes on your back to ensure you’re not going anywhere with each sharp pain on your bare skin. He’s very disciplinarian about it, ensuring to emphasize the reason and intention of the punishment itself—

Remember that you had every option of avoiding this. This is only the consequence you deserve. Do you realize that?

You nod and whimper and try to apologize, but it doesn’t make each swat any lighter. He’s rather harsh about the severity too, the degree of pain, duration, number of swats and outright humiliation often feel disproportionate to what is in your opinion a mild offense, although you know better than to voice that thought.

You beg, sure, you cry and whimper and say you'll take any other punishment, but it goes in one ear and out the other, your words have no effect, and while his voice has that characteristic gentleness to it, he's still cold and firm in his reply, if he even gives you one.

You're not getting out of this. Hold still.

He does take care of you afterwards, so lovingly and gently it makes you angry. He reminds you again that it wouldn't have to happen if you behaved, that you have no one but yourself to blame, all while kissing your crying face, holding you close and gently massaging the newly formed welts.

He also likes to make you gauge how many lashes you deserve beforehand, often making the total number a certain multiple of how many times you mouthed off or did something against your rules. And of course, whenever there's a fixed number, he makes you count.

Listening to your voice grow more and more shaky and begin to crack, your speech becoming slurred with sobs and oh, how precious is the sudden panic in your voice when you realize you've lost count. The way you tense and start begging and whimpering when he replies—

I suppose we'll have to start over...

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Morax’s punishments are always by far the worst.

That's largely because there's a maddening element of psychological torment involved. It's slow, drawn out, the dread and anticipation are almost worse than the punishment itself. He actually employs a variety of corporeal punishments, each of which make your stomach churn just to think about, but unfortunately, putting you over his knee and beating your ass until there's a deep red hue to your skin is a personal favorite of his.

What makes his style of discipline so unbearable is that you’ll be punished for literally anything. There is no possible offense, no rule to be broken, that won’t earn corporeal punishment of some kind, most usually on your poor ass. You get a very clear set of rules, rules you’re expected to know and obey from day one. Countless little rules, so many of them meticulous and pointless. Things you must do, things you must not do, and rigid standards for your attitudes and behaviors.

Each and every violation is its own offense — not to mention, things like lying when asked about what you did, objecting to punishments, even talking back or trying to defend yourself when accused count as individual offenses too. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’ve broken a rule until he tells you you’re going to be punished for it, and any protest or whining counts as another offense.

Really, you’re lucky if you can go a few days in a row fully able to sit without any stinging pain, and it’s not uncommon for you to earn back-to-back punishments one day after another. You know for a fact that your record of days in a row without ending up laying in bed, whimpering and crying and clutching your backside in pain is a single digit number.

Sometimes, if it’s severe enough, you’ll get put over his knee right then and there, but he’ll also tally up the small offenses and, at the end of the day, punish you cumulatively for every small offense you’ve made, because he can’t allow even the slightest offense to go unpunished.

It’s not limited to things you do in his presence either, because he has ways of finding out everything you do.

Every day that you can't accompany him, he has an established routine for when he returns. Firstly, of course, you're supposed to greet him when he comes in (any attempts to be petulant by giving him silent treatment or hiding away will result in further punishments), but then, as he sits you down, holds you close, he asks you the same question.

Have you done anything you should not have today?

It's a torturous question.

On one hand, you could have very well been very well-behaved, in which case you can answer honestly with at least some confidence (although even then, part of you hesitates thinking maybe you committed some offense unintentionally).

But when you haven't been well-behaved and you know it — that's what's torturous.

It's a gamble. He asks every single day, so him asking itself is not a dead giveaway that he knows what you did. If he doesn't know — well, you might be able to lie and get away with it. Inversely, how unfortunate would it be if you told him, and it turned out he didn't know, and then you had to suffer when you could have gotten away with it?

On the flip side, if he does know — well, you'll soon be squealing like a stuck pig regardless, but things are much, much worse if you try to lie. You would know — you've taken that gamble a few times now and lost.

He seems to have ways of finding out everything — you only lied when you were absolutely confident, thinking there was no way anyone saw the thing you did, only for your stomach to lurch when you feel the soft stroking against your thigh stop, and are met with a low voice—

…Is that so?

And the tone, the way he says it, you immediately know you've messed up.

Of course, you could hypothetically keep denying it, but entrenching yourself further in a lie is, by that point, the worst decision you could make — you would know, you tried that once and you couldn't sit down normally for over a week. The best thing to do now is to confess… you won’t get any mercy or a lighter punishment, but you’ll avoid the additional punishment you’d get for doing anything else.

But even then, he can’t even give you the decency of forcing your body to bend and getting it over with. It has to be drawn out, torturing you to the greatest degree possible — sometimes, he does this by delaying it, telling you he has something else to do first, leaving you to sit around and wait in anticipation for an hour or more. If an offense is bad enough, one session might not even be enough, and you're told that you'll get another one tomorrow, adding to your dread.

But most of the time, the torment comes from forcing your own participation. He keeps you firmly in his lap, reaching down to grope at the flesh where your butt meets your thighs.

What do you think you deserve to have happen to you?

Another test, a question for which you’ll only receive something worse in addition to whatever will happen already if answered incorrectly. There’s only one right answer—

…Y-you should... punish me...

On the bright side, he’s genuinely pleased once you start learning well enough to know what the right answer is.

You’re stood up, guided over to the drawers, hands firmly on your shoulders to ensure you don’t get any ideas about running. You hate that one drawer, it makes your stomach churn just to look at. He has a damn collection for you— leather straps, whipping canes, paddles with holes in them just to hurt that much more. He tells you to pick one.

That, too, is a test— you know which ones hurt more. You're supposed to gauge what you deserve based on the severity of your offense, and he'll be that much more displeased if you go too lightly on yourself, and will consequently be more forceful, which you do not want. Eventually, you manage to make your choice, biting your lip, pointing with a shaky hand, tensing as his hand runs motions that would be soothing in any other context up and down your thigh, pausing to grasp at the fleshy part of your backside.

Then you're led back— sometimes to face the wall or bend over a counter, but most often he prefers to keep you over his lap. Not that you'll be forced down either— not unless you make that necessary, which of course, you do not want. Unless you want it to be that much worse, you follow the commands— pull your robes up, the waistband of any underwear down, bare your skin (always, no matter how mild the offense), lay down on your stomach, put your hands behind your back so he can grasp your wrists.

And even then, even then you have to be tormented further.

Now, what did you do to deserve this?

You recall to the best of your ability, hoping you didn't forget anything, lest you be accused of trying to be deceitful in hopes of escaping consequences, which will add another tally to the list.

It’s painful. It always is. You've reached a point where your resolve to not cry and squeal is defeated pretty early. You used to try your best not to for the sake of your pride, but you know by now that it will go on long enough that your tears and crying out are inevitable.

He manages to somehow be so stoic and calm and yet somehow so, so cruel about it.

Does it hurt?

Your shoulders quiver with little sobs, you go tense as he gropes and kneads at the raw flesh.

Y-yes, it hurts, it hurts so bad, please no more, please—

You cut off with a high-pitched cry as the stinging pain strikes again. And again. And again. It's always so much, so unfair compared to the weight of whatever you did. That slight pinkish undertone isn't quite satisfying enough either, he never stops until there's a deep, deep red tone to your flesh.

If you've been especially bad, you may have to count… but he actually tends to prefer not giving you a set number. You're more fearful that way, uncertain of how much more you have to endure.

You're certain he gets off on the pain for one thing, the sound of your cries and the way you jolt and squirm, but the humiliation is worse than the pain itself, for you. He knows that, revels in it. He's told you before—

You're such a prideful little thing… that will certainly need to be fixed.

Repetitive subjection to something so inherently humiliating and vulnerable, and being made to break down, any semblance of toughness and dignity being torn away at his hands, is a way of slowly breaking down your pride. You know that, it makes you so angry, but you can't help but let that vulnerability be exposed every time, to act in such a way that ensures he knows how badly it humiliates you.

Your go limp with exhaustion when it finally stops.

What have you learned?

You can barely speak, voice hoarse from the strain of your cries and speech muffled by sniffles and sobs.

I'm sorry… I won't do it again…

And then, he has the audacity to be so, so sweet to you. Looking down at your tear-streaked face, smiling— no, smirking, a belittling, amused expression— leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Poor thing.

Kneading at the sore flesh in spite of how the touch makes you wince. As if it isn't his fault, as if he had any mercy on you the whole time you were begging for it to stop.

It only makes you angrier. More than once now, you've earned a second round for how you reacted to his undeserved kindness. So ungrateful.

It's never a solitary punishment either, always coupled with something else, always something equally humiliating and discomforting, if not painful. You know he gets off to it, because the second punishment is almost always a direct sex act of some kind.

You'll take his cocks down your throat, grabbing your skull and fucking your face without any restraint, forcing you to swallow every last drop of seed, even forcing your head down to lick up whatever you spill off the floor. Your saliva just provides the lube to force you to bed and fuck you until you can't even stand, and all the while his hips bounce off your poor ass, each movement stinging against the sensitive flesh. He'll bite your flesh, unnaturally sharp teeth even piercing you skin, leaving you covered in marks. If he's feeling really, really mean, you don't even get the semblance of pleasure of it ramming into your poor sore, raw pussy— you'll take both cocks into your tight little ass instead, a stretch that makes you squeal and thrash and cry. Your legs kick and you lurch forward, desperate to pull yourself off, but you're jerked back with a growl as he slams into you, completely bottoming out. Eventually, you give in as the stretching pain ebbs away and trying to take whatever pleasure you can from the faint stimulation to spots of pleasure through the walls of flesh. But the act is utterly humiliating nonetheless, your hole left twitching and gaping for hours as cum leaks out and onto your skin. You can't even sit for days, both your poor asshole and backside sore and tender.

Your embarrassment and resentment builds. You loathe him for it, feel so humiliated and angry at yourself and how deeply you dread the punishments that it makes you nauseous.

And thus, in one particular incident, fed up and filled with spite, you made the greatest mistake of your entire time trapped with him— you decided to run, seeing that for once you had an opening to do so.

A stupid choice, really. You don't get far. Not even a full ten steps.

You know immediately that you have severely, sincerely fucked up. The sheer harshness with which you're grabbed, the back of your clothes grasped and twisted with unprecedented force, the draconic growl to his voice that makes your blood run cold.

Oh, dearest, you have no idea how badly you've just stepped out of line.

His other hand latches onto your throat.

You're going to be sleeping on your stomach for quite some time, won't you?

The statement alone makes tears well in your eyes, any bitter pride quickly crushed. You shake your head profusely, start begging for forgiveness, but you know in your heart that it's far too late for that… it still doesn't stop you from whimpering and apologizing as you're dragged back down the hall, no doubt to one of the worst punishments you've endured yet.

[luparaneo]

Lupa Plays Genshin: AQ Ch. 4 Act 1

The unique tag is now "genshitposting" for any y'all who want to block my specific blabbering but not Genshin as a whole, I'm also adding the Archon Quest tags out of courtesy since Fontaine is still the most recent area (new player who dis) (I have been playing for two months)

anywho

hey I know you! ... you've been sitting in my archive for over a month

I knew a handful of spoilers going in to Fontaine so I know a little bit of the disk horse with how your character treats Lyney/Lynette and it was just as obnoxious as I expected (more on that later)

mood? mood.

tired boy makes an appearance. immensely regrets his choice

Paimon's face here actually made me like her for the briefest of moments ("this dumbass is fucking around and is gonna find out")

like we're buddy-buddy friendly with THIS asshole (affectionate, ilu 'Tag) and even though I hear they sanitized the fuck out of him in limited events that I have unfortunately missed, and he regretted his actions after, but Tartaglia STILL released an Old God who was going to destroy an entire city of innocent people

moving on, have Ayato on vacay

he's so nice ;0;

I was still processing someone literally going splat like holy shit

damn Furina has no chill when you first meet her in the Archon Quest and it's actually infuriating lmao, I liked her a lot more in the Roses & Muskets event

the reveal they're with the House of the Hearth made me so mad

it boggles me how awful our protags treated the twins who were literally orphans at the time, AND WE ARE APPARENTLY FRIENDS WITH THE FUCKING ELEVENTH FATUI HARBINGER TARTAGLIA, as if they had a choice in the savior that came to their rescue.

like holy fucking shit did they come out of a bad situation

honestly I find the Traveler just as annoying as Paimon at times but shoddy writing can't be helped

anyway /kicks soapbox >:( playing attorney was fun! and my friends are enjoying seeing me suffer when my braincell vibrates and I connect the dots!