#it is fine if you don’t know what a kimono is but if you’re gonna call it a kimono maybe quick fact check that?? one would think??

[fedora-lloyd]

I cannot begin to tell you how much agony this fandom as a whole has put me through when it comes to naming clothes

[nalpurey]

today is scara day so here’s the x reader version

reader is mostly gn but gets called ma’am once. scara is afab cuz trans scara>>>

dom!reader, sub!scaramouche/sub!wanderer mentions of sa, brief hurt/comfort, fluffy playful smut, the slightest hint of somnophilia if you squint, not proofread

As the flames danced, your shadows cast wide on the ground. You yawned, feeling settled in the familiarity of the campsite. Your traveling companion was always full of surprises, and tonight was no exception. He had requested a sleeping bag in your shared tent, much to your disbelief. “What? Just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I can’t,” he had said, grinning mischievously. You had rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The two of you had lit a bonfire and were sitting close to one another, quietly and secretly enjoying the warmth and company of each other’s presence.

You subconsciously stared at your companion. You couldn’t help but notice the way the wanderer winced imperceptibly as the weight of his body pressed against an apparently sore muscle. You saw the way he stood up and straightened his back, only to wince once again as he sat back down. It was clear to you that he was in pain, and it was clear that this was something he was used to, but you still frowned.

“Are you hurt?” you carefully asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

The wanderer shook his head, not even looking at you. “It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

You sighed. We’ve been traveling companions for a while now, and he still isn’t opening up. Sure, he should take his time, but he has no reason to not trust me after what we’ve done to protect each other…

“You know,” you started in a sweet voice, staring at the dancing flames, “it’s pretty normal to get hurt, or even just have a sore back, when you do nothing but wander around and fight monsters all day. Just let me help you.”

He shook his head again, but his voice had softened. “I don’t… need healing.”

You decided not to ask if that was just another way to say no or he actually didn’t need any healing as a puppet.

“But you’re in pain”, you insisted. “You won’t let me heal you, so at least let me cook you some food, give you a massage or something.”

“A massage?” At the wanderer’s seemingly disgusted frown, you only nodded. “But why?”

“It’ll help your muscles relax”, you responded with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. Though he was doing his best to appear indifferent, he was curious about what you would do. He stared at your hands for a couple seconds, wondering if it would have been that bad to have those soft fingers touching his skin.

“Fine then. Do your worst.”

Oh, he just had to make it into a challenge, didn’t he?

You smiled a bit widely this time. You felt like this could help them get closer. You already considered him an ally, but you wanted him to acknowledge that; to see for himself what it meant to have a companion to place his trust in.

He took off his kimono and pulled down the top part of his bodysuit. His pale rosy skin looked soft, and as perfect as a doll’s. Looking a bit more carefully, you couldn’t help but notice five fading rounded scars on the center of his back. The one in the middle was bigger than the others, and those were undoubtedly the marks his puppet strings had left.

“So? Are you gonna do something, or—”

He freezed upon feeling your warm hand trace up his spine.

“Mnnh…”

“Good?”

He bit his lip. “Shut it.”

“You’re tense. Are you always like this, or…” You stopped yourself, your attention being caught by something else. A small symbol on the highest part of his back. It didn’t look like a scar, it was more like a birthmark. You let your curiosity get the better of you and slid your thumb over the mark, softly. “What’s this?” You asked simultaneously.

Tingly waves of electricity shot through his body, running straight to his crotch, and the wanderer couldn’t prevent a soft moan of sheer pleasure from escaping his slightly parted lips.

You stopped your thumb immediately. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with urgency.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m not that fragile.”

Encouraged, you pressed a bit harder on the spot. Your thumb drew slow circles along the mark, until…

“Ahn… please…”

You made a surprised sound, your eyes widening.

The red-faced wanderer hastened to clarify, “That… slipped out.”

But you had already stopped. “Please what, though? Are you sure this isn’t an uncomfortable place for you to—”

“Shut up, it wasn’t a please stop.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

You only let out a chuckle. You really wanted to be friends (or maybe even more) with him, but right now you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe you find this arousing,” you suggested with a shrug. “This one is probably a sweet spot of yours, am I right?” The wanderer parted his lips to speak, but your thumb found itself on the birthmark again and he had to close them shut to suppress the noise he felt bubbling up his throat. “It’s really pretty, though. It’s a mitsudomoe, right? Very pretty…”

The wanderer could barely focus on your praise, completely absorbed by the feeling of you tracing circles around such a sensitive part of his body.

Until you realized this could probably not help his sore back. Much to the wanderer’s disappointment, you went back to massaging his back, and yes— that helped a lot, but it just didn’t feel as good.

It was pretty relaxing, though. Your touch was delicate, careful. It was completely new to him.

Maybe being in your company wasn’t that bad.

: : : :

He looked so… serene in his sleep. He looked like nothing in the world could ever disturb his slumber. Why wasn’t he always like this? You could only wonder why he didn’t sleep more often, since it made him so calm and peaceful. Maybe if he had slept like this every night he wouldn’t have been so short tempered.

Most of his clothes were lying forgotten in an angle of their tent, neatly folded.

You didn’t even realize you were staring at him, his tiny, immobile sleeping figure, his pink synthetical lips that were just barely pressing against each other, his relaxed brows, his smooth and perfect skin… yes, nothing could ever disturb his slumber…

“Mmgh… hah…” The puppet’s eyebrows started to furrow, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. You let out a sigh. Oh, you should have expected him to have nightmares. The wanderer was muttering something incomprehensible, so you got a bit closer, trying to make out what he was saying.

“D-don’t…”

Oh, here it comes. What will it be?

You touched his shoulder, trying to wake him from his presumed nightmare.

Will it be… “don’t hurt me”? “Don’t betray me”? “Don’t abandon me”? “Don’t—”

“Don’t stop…”

Your eyes widened. If only you looked down a bit lower, a quick glance at the bottom of his tight bodysuit would have been enough to tell just how soaked wet he was.

In fact, at some point, during your attempts at waking him up, you somehow noticed the dark spot of wetness between his legs.

A subtle smirk creeped onto your face.

He looked so irresistible, and you couldn’t stop staring. You even forgot you were trying to wake him up.

The wanderer’s squirming and tossing around only increased in frequency, finally awaking him.

He blinked once. Twice.

“Were you having a dream?” You enquired innocently.

“Not your business…” he replied, looking away so that you couldn’t see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “How could you tell…?” He quickly added as soon as he realized he could have said or done something in his sleep.

“Call it intuition or whatever.” You shrugged. “It’s not hard to tell if someone’s dreaming if they keep making noise. Was it a bad dream? Or was it about what we discussed earlier?”

He shuddered, rolling onto his side. “Not. Your. Business.”

“I’m assuming it was?” You challenged.

“I said it’s not your business.” The wanderer responded.

“How about you tell me—” He cut you off.

“How about you go to sleep and leave me alone?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his defensive aggressivity. “Fine, fine. Goodnight Kuni.”

He didn’t say anything in response.

You ignored him back and wrapped a warm blanket around yourself, facing the other way. Not even a minute had passed when the wanderer softly called out to you.

“What is it?”

“Can we… share that?” He was pointing at the blanket.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you’re cold.”

“Shut up.”

You were right, actually. You always were. He was feeling as hot as he didn’t recall ever feeling, but for some reason he wanted you to be close to him, and sharing a blanket was the only way he considered. There was no way he would explicitly ask you to come closer.

You sat up, scooted closer and pulled the blanket onto him. “Sleep well.” No response again.

You lied back down, on your side, facing away from him.

The wanderer was glad you couldn’t see him squeezing his legs together and rubbing his thighs against each other, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable, hot wetness that was only growing and growing between his folds. As it grew, he noticed he was starting to breathe, loudly— he just couldn’t help it. This feeling was too much, he wanted it gone. He didn’t even need to breathe, why did it feel so necessary yet so difficult right now?

He pressed his forehead against the nape of your neck, making you chuckle quietly. Feeling your warmth against himself was somehow relieving, but it also made his body shake with desire and want.

He muffled a groan of discomfort by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Fuck… [Name]—”

“I’m still awake, you know. Do you need something?” You sleepily muttered.

“Ugh…”

“Won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You insisted softly. “I can help you.”

The wanderer wanted it. So badly— but he still had his pride. He shook his head, even though you were facing the other side and couldn’t see him.

You took his silence as a no, anyway. “… Alright. Goodnight again.”

“… ‘Night”, he replied this time, in a small voice. He was determined to let the overwhelming feeling go away on his own…

But a few minutes later, he couldn’t care less. He tapped your shoulder lightly, swallowed his pride and breathed out a whispery “… Help?”

You sat up again, your eyes shining, as if you’d been waiting for that moment. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him and waiting for him to say something more.

To which the wanderer furrowed his brows and muttered something that sounded like “come on”.

“What do you want?” You asked innocently, raising a brow.

“Stop talking and do something already!” He yelled impatiently, forcefully grabbing one of your wrists and directing your hand to his abdomen, not daring to push it lower— maybe hoping you would do that yourself. You smiled, running your fingers up to his chest instead. At your caress, his body relaxed against the thin mattress.

“Lower”, he demanded, impatiently.

But you liked his chest too much to just leave it alone already. You put both of your hands to use; while one massaged his chest through his bodysuit, the other traced its way to his lower stomach, then even lower, then some more, until it was resting on his clothed sex.

As soon as he felt your touch, the wanderer inhaled sharply, his body tensing up. The hand that was caressing his upper body found a nipple and focused its attention on it, earning delicious moans from him and helping him loosen up some more. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she started moving her hand. You really were handling him with care. The combination of your touch and the embarrassment of the situation, of how you looked so serious and focused on him, was really getting to him.

The more you rubbed his clit through the fabric, the more he felt the urge to strip off and expose himself for you. He struggled to remove his bodysuit, and you lent him a hand as soon as you noticed. Once free of his clothing, he laid back down, putting himself on display. You licked your lips.

He was completely flushed red from his face to his chest, his weakened arms resting above his head, his hardened nipples demanding more attention, his parting legs tempting you, his blue eyes silently begging you to touch him. So you did, and he whimpered imperceptibly when your hand made direct contact with his clit for the first time. Not feeling any friction, but only a somehow unsatisfying contact, he moved his hips closer to you, but much to his displeasure you withdrew your finger. He let out a soft cry. He was feeling so good, why did it have to stop already?

“Are you playing with me?” He whined, trying to sound intimidating. “If you’re only doing this to annoy me, might as well…”

He trailed off, observing you. You were giving your thumb a few licks, carefully wetting it before placing it on his engorged clit and moving in slow circles, as two fingers of your other hand held up the hood. To which the wanderer could only shut his eyes, throw his head back and let out a long “oohh…”, pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt.

He wasn’t used to this.

Your pointer finger slid down, passed his urethra and pressed against the slit. Your thumb was still working his clit, circling it at a steady pace. Feeling that you weren’t speeding up, the wanderer complained in a breathy voice. “That’s… too slow.”

You gradually picked up the pace, lubing your finger with his juices to help it slide inside his hole. You looked at him. His eyes were tightly shut and his closed fists were grasping the blanket they were sharing earlier. You were being careful with your movements, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, Kuni. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”, you asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Not of… my own will”, he responded through clenched teeth.

Oh.

That wasn’t completely unexpected.

You removed your clean hand from his body to caress his cheeks.

“I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s… nothing, really.” He gave a nod of his head to signal you to keep going from where you had stopped.

You experimentally moved your finger, but he had gotten tighter. Thinking back about what happened had apparently made him tense up again. “I, uh… I don’t want to hurt you”, you stated. He looked away. He knew it would hurt if you pushed inside him right now.

Sensing his anxiety, you straddled him and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. Your right hand lightly grazed the sensitive birthmark on his higher back, as you continued leaving kisses on his face. The wanderer made a little smile, and let out soft noises and hums of pleasure, while you showered him with affection by pecking his forehead, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.

“My— my lips too.”

“Alright.”

Complying with his request, you kissed him on the lips. His lips parted, letting her tongue in as soon as he felt it prodding his mouth. You adjusted your position so that your knee was now in between his legs, and he started to roll his hips against it immediately, moaning into your mouth. The friction felt so good on his clit, and now he just wanted more, more, more.

When your lips parted, you kissed his neck, softly nibbling and sucking on it, relishing in the way he tilted his head back to expose his body even further, curving himself to get you to do more, every single cell of him screaming “take me, and do whatever you want to me”. And desiring nothing more than that.

You cupped his chest with both hands and gently fondled his porcelain skin. The wanderer was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feeling of the soft skin of his neck being marked by your mouth and his sensitive nipples being stimulated this delicately. His folds started to lubricate again as he rubbed himself against your leg, hips bucking furiously. His hands feebly grasped your silky hair, trying to push you further onto his body. He guided you where he wanted your attention, and you found yourself licking and suckling on a nipple. His other breast, small enough to fit in your palm, savored your caresses. He could feel something hot churn into his lower stomach. The feeling was slowly taking over his entire body, it was like a drug, and now he needed more.

“[Name]… it feels good, ahh…”

You smiled against his skin. You were making progress.

“[Name]. I think I’m ready.”

“Mhm?”

“Yes. You… won’t need to go easy on me.”

“Well, I’m still going to make this as comfortable as I can.”

He smiled imperceptibly, nothing but pure love in his eyes. He gave a slight nod of his head to encourage you. “Come inside… [Name].”

Your finger found itself back where it was earlier, circling the hole before slowly sliding in. Your body was moving on its own, as if it was on autopilot.

“N-ngh…”

You gradually pushed your finger deeper, observing his face to make sure it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. “Is this okay?”

The wanderer nodded frantically. This felt way better than he had imagined. “More… more…” he managed to squeeze out, his voice sounding broken and hoarse. “Go deeper…” He was sweating, so much so that his skin looked a bit shiny from the moisture.

“You’ve got to call me ma’am for that”, you said.

“In your dreams. I’m not calling you that,” he mumbled.

You chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, dummy.” And as proof, your finger went deeper. The wanderer instantly forgot you had been teasing him.

“Oohh… nnh… just like that…”

Encouraged, you kept rubbing his inner walls with care, searching for that one spot that would have your Kuni crying out in pleasure.

The wanderer was lost in a trance-like state. His ocean eyes were unfocused and teary, and a bit of drool could be spotted at the corner of his mouth.

When your skilled lips made contact with his clit, pressing a loving kiss on it, Kuni’s eyes went wide and he whimpered slightly in surprise. He lost his composure once again when you began to give it the softest kitten licks, sloppily throwing his leg over your shoulder, making it easier to buck his pussy right into your mouth as you licked at his hardened clit.

“Haah… ma’am, feels so good…”

You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. And your crotch.

You was feeling like his pleasure was the only purpose of your life. You lapped up all the delicious juices that came out of him, your gentle licks turning into messy and frantic sucks.

And the wanderer, oh, he was long gone. Weakly holding your free hand, occasionally squeezing it when he felt like the pleasure was too much for his body to handle, he’d never felt as good as he was feeling now. His head thrown back in heavenly bliss, resting on the blanket he had used to lie next to you and get this in exchange— oh, it’d been so worth it, he kept thinking. He would have done it again and again if it meant feeling the same pleasure he was feeling now.

You were so gentle with him. Did he even deserve your gentleness?

“Kuni? Are you feeling alright?”

Warm juices trickled down your chin as you lifted your head from his crotch to make sure he was okay. Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, you waited for his nod to start eating him out again.

“I’m feeling... a little more than alright.”

[beneathstarryskies]

Day One: Corruption - Inuyasha

Warnings: fem!reader, seduction, loss of virginity

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The conversation came up randomly one day. Inuyasha was sitting against a tree with his eyes closed. His hands were tucked inside the sleeves of his kimono, and his face remained stoic as the wind swept through his long white hair. At first glance, it would be easy to believe he was in a state of meditation. You’ve been traveling long enough with Inuyasha to know better than that. When he’s quiet like this it’s not that he’s calm or seeking inner peace, it’s because his thoughts are loud. You tried to entertain yourself by playing with the fire, poking at it with a stick, and watching leaves burn to ash when you threw them in. That can only keep someone occupied for so long. You crawled over to Inuyasha and placed your face close to him. At first, he didn’t seem to notice your presence, only betrayed by the slightest twitch of his dog ears. You gently blow on his ear, watching it flick as he lets out an annoyed groan.

“What are you doing?” he growls. As he turns his head to look at you, his eyes widen when he notices your close proximity. He almost loses himself in your eyes but then he scoots away. “What are you so close for?”

“What? You’ve never been close to a cute girl before?” you retort.

“Pft, you’re not a cute girl,” he says despite the way his cheeks flush.

“And of course I have!”

“Oh yeah? What’d you do?” you ask with a smirk.

“WHA— that is none of your business!”

The sight of him so flustered from your questions was enough to keep you entertained for a while. Inuyasha, being Inuyasha, didn’t let it go very easily either. For the rest of the night, he’d randomly burst with questions of your intent when bothering him that way.

As the days passed, you began to truly wonder if he’d ever been close to anyone intimately. Based on his reactions to any hint of flirting or closeness that struck between the two of you, you couldn’t help thinking he must be a virgin. Something about that excited you. Especially when you realize how many times in the past you and Inuyasha were close to sharing a passionate kiss. Perhaps he’s pulled away because he’s worried about admitting the truth. The thought of being the one to show him a world of pleasure makes your body get warm all over, and your mind runs wild with fantasies.

After a long stretch of travel without much rest, the two of you come to a village. Inuyasha is suspicious of everyone your paths cross, as usual, but eventually, you manage to talk him into going to an inn for the night. He stubbornly waits outside while you go in to speak with the innkeeper about getting a room for the night.

“How many guests?” the innkeeper asks politely.

“Two.”

“We only have one bed available for the night, is that okay?”

You hesitate for a moment, but then you realize this could be the opportunity you’ve been waiting for.

“That will be fine,” you smile. She tells you which room you’ll be in for the night, and you arrange for some hot water to be brought in for a bath. Then, you go out to tell Inuyasha the news.

“I got a room, but they only had one bed available,” you explain.

“One bed? That’s ridiculous! We can’t sleep in the same bed?”

“Why not?” you ask curiously. Immediately his cheeks break out into a bright red blush as he stutters over his words, trying to come up with an excuse while avoiding giving himself away. He relents but not without pouting the entire time he follows you to the room. You slide the door open to see the bath has been prepared in a corner with a pair of partitions for privacy.

“I’m gonna have a bath,” you tell him with a sweet smile.

You go over to the tub and close the partitions, but you set the lamp at just the right angle for him to be able to see your silhouette through them.

What you’re hoping for is for Inuyasha to see this and get excited. What you don’t know, however, is that he’s going downright crazy from the sight. As you take off your clothes, he can clearly make out the shape of your body. He can imagine himself holding onto the fat that rounds out your hips and kissing the curve of your tits. His whole body feels hot as his cock twitches in his pants. He’s almost disappointed when you sink into the bath, and he can no longer see your gorgeous form. He lets out a soft, frustrated growl and goes outside. He makes sure to slam the door as he leaves. If you didn’t know Inuyasha as well as you do, you’d mistake this for anger. Instead, you know, he’s just making sure your attention is still on him even if he’s gone.

Hours later, after having dinner, you lay down on the bed to rest. It’s late when Inuyasha returns. You can hear him as he takes off the top layer of his hakama, then he settles into the bed beside you. He keeps a bit of distance between you, but soon you’re closing it. You roll over and snuggle against his side.

“Stop that,” he groans and tries to push you away.

“But it’s cold,” you pout softly. He lets out an annoyed sigh, but then instead of trying to push you again, he wraps his arms around you. You lay your head on his chest and your hand rests on his stomach.

“Is this okay?” you ask softly, wanting to comfort him.

“I guess,” he huffs.

You lay close for a moment, then slowly begin moving your hand over his stomach. You lean in closer to press a soft kiss on his neck. Inuyasha shudders softly and his arms tighten around your body. You take this as a sign to continue showering him in affection. You leave a trail of kisses along the curve of his neck until you find the spot that makes him let out a small, almost incomprehensible, whimper. For a while you focus your attention there, sucking and biting softly, while also caressing his abdomen.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Do you like it?” you ask, your breath soft and warm against his skin. He doesn’t answer, and this makes you feel like you’ve made a mistake. You start to pull away, but his grip on you tightens. In the darkness of the inn room, you smirk at knowing you’ve gotten your way. You scoot a little closer so your body is pressed right up against his. Your hand moves down to his lower abdomen, and your fingers brush against the growing bulge in his pants. He lets out a strangled moan and his hips instinctively raise to meet your touch. You try to move your hand away, but he catches your wrist.

“Please,” he almost seems to be pleading. You begin palming him through his pants.

“Inuyasha, have you ever had anyone touch you like this?” His silence is all the answers you need. You promise yourself you’ll take care of him, and show him not just lust but love. You reach up to cup his cheek gently and pull his face closer. Finally, you pull him in for a soft kiss. He sinks into it almost immediately, his hand rests on your hip. He squeezes it as the kiss deepens. Your tongues rub against one another in a sensual dance. You moan softly.

“Can I take your clothes off?” you ask.

He nods eagerly and you sit up. You carefully remove the rest of his clothes until his muscular, strong form is laid out in front of you. You begin kissing him gently on his chest, then slowly down his stomach until you reach the line of white hair leading toward his cock.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask excitedly.

“Y-yeah,” he gasps.

You keep going, kissing down the white trail of hair until you’re kissing the base of his cock. You take him in your hand and begin stroking him slowly. His cock throbs in your hand, already reacting strongly to your touch. It’s not long before you feel a bead of precum drip onto your hand. You lick it off, following it all the way to the tip of his cock. He whines softly, and his hand tangles in your hair as you continue licking and sucking on the tip of his cock. Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock and you let out a moan at the taste of him on your tongue.

“Shit,” he groans as he resists the urge to buck his hips. As you slowly sink down lower, he can already feel himself tinkering on the edge. He pulls you off his cock, and gives you a pitiful look that would be impossible for anyone to refuse.

“I need more,” he gasps. “Please.”

It doesn’t take any more begging for you to give in to his whims. After all, just the thought of showing him pleasure has been rattling your brain for weeks now and driving you crazy. You strip off your nightgown and straddle his hips. His hard cock presses against your hole as you settle on top of him. You don’t have time to ask for further consent before he’s grinding against you, practically begging for you to sink down on his cock.

Your hands rest on his chest as you take him inside of you. The feeling of your warm walls enveloping his cock is too much to bear. His hand rests on your hips as he watches you move. Your hips roll in a steady rhythm as you give both of you a moment to acclimate to his size stretching your hole. You increase your pace harder and faster until the sounds of both of your moans fill the air of the room. Your eyes are just starting to flutter closed when you suddenly feel warmth filling your core. Inuyasha practically howls with pleasure as he cums. You slow to a stop before pulling off of him. You’re content to teach him more about this new world of pleasure. You’re so excited about having finally crossed this threshold you don’t think twice about his premature cumming. You pull off his cock to settle beside him as he tries to catch his breath. You kiss his cheek and cuddle against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls softly as he pushes you onto your stomach.

[giggly-squiggily]

*runs for a demon slayer spot*

AIZETSU IS THE MOST TICKLISH OF THE CLONES AND HE GETS GANGED UP ON BY THE OTHER THREE A LOT (his tummy is especially ticklish and Urogi likes to blow raspberries there)

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

EJRKJERJKEJKR YESH! I've been wanting to write for sad demon boi for a moment now! I've gotcha covered, friends!

“Lord Douma  told me you can’t tickle yourself; we're gonna prove him wrong.”

“What-AH!” Aizetsu let out a shriek when talons grabbed at him, just barely grazing his sides as he jumped forward. “Urogi! Don’t do that- it’s too tragic!”

“There you go again, describing everything as ‘sad and tragic.’ See, this is why I’m gonna use you to prove him wrong; it brings me such joy to see you smiling.” The joy-based demon raised his talons, wiggling them as his wings spread. “Come here, you sad little rain cloud!”

“No-No, don’t!” The other tried to run, but Urogi had flown at him- literally. His foot talons grabbed him by the biceps as he was yanked into the air, thrown just high enough for Urogi to grab him around the middle. “Wait- Wahahahahhahahait!”

“Hah! See? That bastard doesn’t even know what he’s talking about! We can so tickle ourselves! Look how much you’re laughing!” Urogi snickered as he leaned onto his clone’s shoulder, talon hands drilling into his belly as Aizetsu squealed and kicked about.

“Uhuhuhuhurohohohogi! Gehahahhaa, puhuhuhut me dohoohoown- Gahhhaahahah nohohohohoh not thehehehehere!” The sorrow demon practically flailed when Urogi’s hands slipped past his kimono, scratching along his skin. “Sthahahahap tihihihiihckling mehehehehehehe!”

“Which is it? Do you want me to put you down or stop tickling you? Make up your mind!” Urogi laughed as he dropped him on his back, quickly pinning his wrists as he pushed away the folds of his clothes, revealing his belly. “Fine then- I’ll let you go. But first…”

“Thahahank yo-No! Nohohohohooho no nohohohoho dhohoohohohohohn’t! Dohoohohn’t do Thahah-AHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAAT!” Aizetsu arched with a scream as lips found his skin, blowing a massive raspberry. Then another one, and another one. UHUHUHUHROHOHOHOGI!”

“Gehahahhahaha! Oh this is delightful!” Giving his torso one last pinch, Urogi stood up. “Thanks for the entertainment, Zetsu. I’m gonna see who else is ticklish among us.”

If he got a response, he didn’t stick around to hear it, flying off and leaving Aizetsu groaning in defeat.

[occasional-arb]

Scramble Recital ~Shibuya Halloween Night~ Translation

(In Ramuda’s studio.)

Ramuda: Alright! So that’s why we’ll be the ones keeping the peace in Shibuya on Halloween☆

Dice: What do you mean “so that’s why”!

Gentaro: We just got here, isn’t it a bit dictatorial to make such a decision without even discussing it with us first?

Ramuda: No way! I’m sure you guys know that Shibuya’s filled with parties on Halloween night, right?

Dice: That’s true. It’s hard to get to the pachinko parlor with so many people partying in the streets.

Ramuda: It’s good to have fun on a holiday, but some people get a teensy bit carried away.

Gentaro: Yes, it makes the news every year. It is a bit disconcerting.

Ramuda: Right?? So this year, let’s patrol the streets and fix all the problems ☆ Sounds good, right? Right? Okay, it’s decided!!

Dice: Well I’m free, so as long as you buy me something to eat, it’s cool with me.

Gentaro: Sigh… Always such a despicable person. Maybe even evil…

Gentaro: Unlike him, I live to serve the people of the world without compensation, so I will partake for nothing in return.

Dice: Now that’s a good lie.

Ramuda: So what’s the real reason???

Gentaro: I’m writing a Halloween themed story. I needed to do some research anyway, so this was perfect timing.

Dice: So you’re evil too…

Gentaro: Call it what you like.

Dice: So, will we just walk around the city like usual, then?

Ramuda: Isn’t that boring? We should all dress up in cosplay to go on patrol!

Dice: Oh, that sounds fun!

Ramuda: Right??

Gentaro: Cosplay, huh… I’m not very keen on the idea…

Ramuda: But you’ll stand out if you’re not dressed up! When in Rome, right?

Gentaro: …Alright. I suppose it might make for good story material…

Ramuda: Yay! I’ll make us all costumes!!

Dice: If I’m gonna do this, I wanna dress up as Bakuchi from “Misfortunate Gambling Legend: Bakuchi”!

(T/N: This is a parody of the Kaiji franchise.)

Ramuda: Okay, I’ll make it for you! What costume does Gentaro want??

Gentaro: …Nothing in particular. I’ll leave it up to you.

Ramuda: Since Gengen likes to wear traditional clothes, you should be Kenki from Edo Sword Demon Romantic Story!

(T/N: This is a parody of Rurouni Kenshin. Soma Saito also plays Kenshin in the reboot anime.)

Dice: What about you, Ramuda?

Ramuda: Hehehe! My costume is actually already done! I’ll show you! Wait here a sec!!

(Ramuda leaves and comes back with long blond hair and a frilly red dress. …If this is parodying something specific, I don’t know what it is lol. )

Ramuda: Ta-da! What do you think??

Dice: O-oh…

Gentaro: Quite the extravagant costume… What is this a cosplay of?

Ramuda: I’m a villainess ☆ So what do you think? Isn’t it cute??

Dice: I guess it suits you…

Gentaro: As long as you like it, anything is fine…

Ramuda: I can’t wait to see you guys in your costumes! Let’s all keep Shibuya safe together!!

(The day before Halloween, in Ramuda’s studio again.)

Ramuda: Sorry, guys! There’s some work I have to do tomorrow so I won’t be able to join you…

Gentaro: If it’s work, it can’t be helped. Don’t worry about it.

Dice: So are we canceling it?

Ramuda: Don’t cancel, I already made your costumes! And I called in some extra help to take my spot!

Dice: Extra help?

Gentaro: Who is it?

Ramuda: Tomorrow will be great! He’s a guy that I trust, so it’s fine!

Gentaro: …I suppose that’s fine.

Dice: You’ll still buy me food, right?

Ramuda: Yep! I’ll get you something real nice afterwards!

Dice: Hell yeah!

Gentaro: Goodness... Truly a despicable man.

Ramuda: Then tomorrow I’ll be leaving Shibuya in your hands!

Dice: Yep! Leave it to me!

Gentaro: As you command.

(Halloween, Shibuya Crossing. Dice is wearing his not Kaiji cosplay.)

Dice: Woah, lotta people here.

Dice: Everyone else is dressed so flashy, I don’t stand out at all.

Gentaro: Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Dice: Oh!

(Gentaro appears wearing his not Kenshin cosplay.)

Dice: Something’s different about you.

Gentaro: I’m used to wearing a kimono, but… I still feel uncomfortable carrying a sword at my waist, even if it’s just a toy. It feels like I’m doing something nefarious…

Dice: Well, everyone else is dressed up too. I don’t think it’ll bother anyone.

Gentaro: I suppose. By the way, has our help arrived yet?

Dice: Nope, not yet.

???: Sorry to keep you waiting!

(Ichiro appears wearing some… kind of costume that vaguely resembles Takeshi Goda, a character also played by Subaru Kimura in Doraemon. Apparently.)

Gentaro: Yamada Ichiro-san?

Dice: Are you our help?

Ichiro: Yeah, Ramuda asked me to lend you guys a hand. Let’s do this!

Dice: By the way, that outfit suits you strangely well.

Ichiro: Right? I was surprised when I tried it on too.

Gentaro: You’re Toshihiko, the bully from a popular children’s anime, correct?

Ichiro: Yep. I guess cause it was last-minute, Ramuda could only make a simple costume.

Dice: Alright! Well, let’s go grab some food before going on patrol.

Ichiro: Can’t work on an empty stomach!

Gentaro: Dice… Please pay for yourself this time.

Dice: Nahahahaha!

(Dice walks off)

Gentaro: That wasn’t a joke.

(Shibuya Center Gai)

Ichiro: I heard this would be crazy, but it’s even wilder than I expected.

Gentaro: There’s not even a particular event going on, people just use Halloween as an excuse to party.

Dice: It’s hard to get through the crowds…

Child: Sniff… Hiccup…

Ichiro: Hm? Was that a child crying?

Gentaro: Hm… I didn’t hear anything.

Dice: I didn’t either.

Ichiro: This way!

(Different spot on Shibuya Center Gai.)

Child: Huuuu… Mama!

Gentaro: Oh, there is a child.

Dice: Must’ve gotten separated from his mom.

Ichiro: Whatever happened, we need to get him to stop crying so he can talk to us.

Dice: Alright! Leave it to me!

Dice: Hey kid, let’s go look for your mom together!

Child: Uweeeeehhh!

Dice: Ah! P-please stop crying! I’m trying to help you!

Gentaro: It’s only natural to be scared when a strange man speaks to you so brashly.

Dice: I-I wasn’t brash…

Ichiro: Hey kid, where did your mom go?

Child. Uuuuh… Toshihiko?

Ichiro: Yep!

Dice: He’s imitating Toshihiko’s voice…

Gentaro: Children are simple, after all. Of course they’ll open up to a familiar character.

Ichiro: Glad you know about me!

Child: Yeah! I watch you every week!

Ichiro: Thanks for your support!

Ichiro: So, where’s your mom at?

Child: I dunno…

Ichiro: I see…

Ichiro: Well, don’t worry! Toshihiko-sama will find her!

Child: Really?!

Ichiro: Yeah! So no more crying, okay?

Child: Okay!

Gentaro: How do we find someone in this crowd?

Ichiro: His parents are probably looking for him too, so if the three of us rap together and get some attention, they should notice us.

Gentaro: True… They’re probably not far, so it might work.

Ichiro: Right? Then let’s get started—

(They rap.)

Mother: Takashi!

Child: Mama!

Dice: Oh! Looks like the mom is here!

Ichiro: Great.

Mother: Excuse me… Sorry for all the trouble. Thank you!

Ichiro: No problem. Just be careful not to get separated again.

Mother: Will do. Sorry again!

Child: See ya later, Toshihiko!

Ichiro: See ya! And make sure to listen to your mom!

Dice: Well, that’s that!

Gentaro: Now then, let us continue our patrol.

???: Kyaaaa!

Ichiro: What is it now?!

Dice: Over there! Let’s go!

(They go… somewhere else.)

Ichiro: No way…!

Gentaro: That woman is about to jump from the roof…

Dice: Guys! Let’s go stop her!

Gentaro: Of course.

Ichiro: Yeah.

(They go up to the roof of the building.)

Dice: Hey! Don’t do anything stupid!

Woman: D-don’t come near me! I’ll jump!

Gentaro: …Please calm down. As you wish, we’ll stay right here.

Ichiro: Hey… What happened?

Woman: My boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend… When I confronted him about it, he broke up with me and started dating her…

Ichiro: Wow… That’s terrible…

Gentaro: Hm. A common plot development in pulp novels, but it really does drive people mad. I learned something.

Ichiro: Don’t you have a heart…?

Dice: H-hey, y’know you’ll die if you jump. If you stay alive, something good is bound to happen to you, so…

Woman: Nothing good will ever happen to me! I’d rather end it here then go on living like this…!

Dice: W-wait! Hold on a minute!

Dice: Th-That’s right! I’ll tell you my special information!

Woman: What… is it…

Dice: I know a bakery that’ll give you the heels of bread for free!

Woman: What?

Dice: It’s perfect for when you don’t have money for food! I can also tell you the good places to sleep to stay outta the wind, even in the winter!

Woman: …

Dice: Is that still no good? Then, I’ll treat you to a public bath once a week! That’ll take care of one problem…

Woman: That’s enough!

Dice: Oh! Right? It’s a pretty great deal!

(The woman gives him 1000 yen.)

Dice: Hm, 1000 yen? Why’d you give me this?

Woman: …Use it to eat something nice.

Dice: O-oh…

Woman: If you guys are his friends, you should help him…

Gentaro & Ichiro: Y-yes…

Woman: Listening to his story made me feel stupid for wanting to die.

(She leaves.)

Dice: Huh? But she left before I could tell her the info…

Gentaro: Could you please stop talking for a moment? That was embarrassing.

Ichiro: W-well, Arisugawa solved the problem, so I guess it’s fine…

Dice: What’s up with you two?

(They go back to the street and hear some kind of ruckus.)

Ichiro: What now?

Gentaro: There’s someone speaking rather harshly…

Dice: Let’s go.

(They walk towards the ruckus.)

Drunk Guy A: Bastard! I’ll kill you!

Drunk Guy B: Just try it, dumbass!

Dice: Drunk guys fighting, huh…

Ichiro: Should we stop them, Arisugawa?

Dice: Yeah.

Gentaro: Please wait a moment.

Dice: Why?

Ichiro: We don’t have time to mess around.

Gentaro: Please allow me to peacefully resolve this.

Dice: Well, I guess that’s fine too.

Gentaro: Leave it to me.

Gentaro: Ahem! You two over there?

Drunk Guy A: Huh?!

Drunk Guy B: Who the hell are you?! Shut up and stay out of this!

Gentaro: I am but a humble writer… No, I am a humble samurai now.

Drunk Guy A: The hell is this guy saying?

Gentaro: Well, it doesn’t really matter who I am.

Gentaro: Fighting in a place like this will trouble the people around you. Please lay down your spears.

Drunk Guy B: Shut it! Who talks like that? Is there something wrong with your head?!

Drunk Guy A: Yeah, worry about yourself first!

Drunk Guy B: Y’know, you’re not wrong! Ahahaha!

Gentaro: …

(Gentaro smiles and draws his sword.)

Drunk Guy A: Hey… Why did you take out your sword?

(Gentaro walks closer.)

Drunk Guy B: I-idiot! Cut it out!!!

(Gentaro smacks them with his toy sword.)

Drunk Guy A: Agh!

Drunk Guy B: Ouch!

Gentaro: Sigh… Peace has returned to Shibuya once more.

Dice: What the hell was that?! That wasn’t peaceful at all.

Gentaro: Unfortunately, they were of a species of ape that cannot understand human language. It is sometimes necessary to use force in such cases.

Dice: You were just being petty…

Ichiro: Is it alright to hit someone with that, even if it’s a toy?

Gentaro: Don’t worry, I used the flat edge.

Ichiro: That’s not the issue…

Gentaro: Now then! The next incident is calling us! Let us be off!

(Gentaro walks off.)

Ichiro: Both you and Ramuda are strange, but Yumeno might be the worst.

Dice: I’m glad you understand.

(They go back to Shibuya Crossing.)

Ichiro: I guess when there’s so many people around, you get all sorts of problems.

Gentaro: Shibuya is always crowded, but this holiday is the most perilous.

Dice: It’s fine to have fun, but people shouldn’t come if they can’t follow the rules.

Gentaro: If you must make a fuss, please don’t forget common sense.

(T/N: I can’t prove that this is a covert advertisement paid for by the city of Shibuya, but…)

Ichiro: Ugh, I can’t get through this crowd.

Dice: Yeah. Everyone’s packed in the Scramble Crossing.

Gentaro: It seems the police are trying to direct people, but nobody is listening.

Gentaro: At this rate, people will get pushed out into traffic…

Ichiro: That’s it! We can rap to help the police guide people!

Dice: Oh, good idea! If the three of us rap, there’s no way people won’t hear us!

Gentaro: Yes, then they’ll be more willing to follow directions.

Ichiro: Alright! In that case, let’s do it!

Ichiro: People of Shibuya! Please listen for a moment!

Gentaro: I know you’re having fun, but…

Dice: We’re gonna rap about traffic rules!

Ichiro: Yumeno, Arisugawa! Let’s go!

Gentaro & Dice: Yeah!

(They rap, again.)

Dice: Whew, I’m glad the flow of traffic became smoother!

Ichiro: It’s rare to hear gratitude from the police.

Gentaro: And it feels good to help people.

(They hear another ruckus.)

???: Come on! Bring me some booze!

Passerby: Apparently that doctor over there is drunk and acting up.

Dice: Another drunk guy…

Gentaro: The time has come for my sword to fly once more.

Ichiro: …No, let’s do this peacefully this time.

Dice: Alright, let’s get going then.

Ichiro & Gentaro: Okay!

[mists-reading-nook]

{Celestial Ball Event} (I don’t know if I’m doing this correctly; please correct me if I’m mistaken I would appreciate it greatly)

I formally introduce Phthonus, and Raiden Ei. Hailing from Teyvat Universe #9/28.

The night was young, yet he already felt a millenia old.

“What are we doing here again, remind me Ei. Please?” A young man with long brown hair dressed in a light blue kimono with Dendrobiums fiddles with his sleeve. His dark azure eyes anxiously swivel around; he observes the partygoers as they return to the safety of their personal bubbles. There aren’t even that much attendees here yet and already he’s feeling trapped.

Ei aka the Raiden Shogun of Inazuma put a finger to her chin. “If I recall correctly, you wanted to attend this, ‘Ball of Gods’, because you desired to ‘take a step outside the palace for fresh air,’ which by all accounts you desperately needed.”

“Hmph. Of course I’d subject myself to something so healthy like fraternizing with the other gods in this-okay. Not gonna finish that thought because I don’t want to feel like a jerk. Or be a jerk. Whatever, point is: I’m gonna actually socialize with my fellow creators. And maybe get an ally or two-”

“Noraa, you’re rambling again.” Ei sternly point out.

“Noraa” cringed slightly at her voice. He nods in silent thanks. His eyes dip down towards the floor; he observes the patterns on his kimono and how interesting they look. 

The Raiden Shogun patiently places her hand in his and squeezes it lightly. “You will be fine, my heart, because I am here with you. If you ever forget that-” Noraa’s head snaps up, his eyes bore into hers with steely determination.

“I won’t,” he interrupts her. “I can’t. Rest assured Ei I will be totally normal during this event. I’ll…definitely make you proud.” A small smile graces Ei’s face.

“That’s the spirit.” Ei’s eyes flicker to somewhere behind Noraa. He looks behind him to find-

“Is that Zh-Morax? Oh, wait, but this is called the Celestial Ball. My guess is that that’s somebody else’s Morax.”

Ei tilted her head in curiosity. “So there exists…multiple Morax? How does that work, exactly?”

Oh boy, I suppose it’s time to discuss the concept of the multiverse, thought Noraa. 

He opened his mouth, the words on the tip of his tongue, when his stomach grumbled. He looked down and frowned. Then again, I can’t talk on an empty stomach. Hopefully the food table’s not that far.

“Perhaps…partaking in a meal or two will help before explaining to me the concepts of multiple Moraxes,” Ei noted. 

“Yes. That would be optimal.” Noraa snapped his fingers. A shadowy silhouette in his shape manifested from thin air. It looks around wildly, but before it could register anything Noraa cleared his throat to grab its attention. “Please, assist me in finding the food table.”

It nodded sharply and then melted into the floor. Then, it glided onto the walls past ornate lamps and frescoes, through several doorways until it found several long tables filled with delicious looking food; there was even a section dedicated to sweets. It raced back to inform its master, only to pause in the middle of the hallway. It felt something powerful, something turned its head and saw…

Her.

 A female. Tall, with green hair and brown skin(?) wearing an ornate headpiece and a sage green-colored dress. The intrinsic grace, that air of authority surrounding her. 

C̶R̶E̸A̶T̴O̵R̸ ̸D̸E̸T̴E̴C̷T̶E̷D̵

The silhouette observed her mingling. It tilted its head, curious, its current order quickly fading from its memory. A hunger-no, a desire to gather information about this…intriguing person grabbed its attention. Who knows? Perhaps she could be useful to its master, one day. Though it had no mouth, one could imagine the wide smile it would make if it had one.

The female-the one in charge of this party waved her guests off and turned to leave. This was its chance. It would only take five minutes before its master got curious. And hungry.

So it began to stealthily follow her, and it would try to learn about her as much as possible within that time frame.

[Does Mist confront the silhouette by herself, let it harmlessly observe her, or make it return to its master without batting an eye?]

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I̸ ̴s̶u̸p̷p̵o̸s̸e̵ ̴a̶ ̴ba̵l̵l̸ ̶i̷s̶ ̶o̸n̴l̶y̶ ̶i̴n̵t̷e̶r̷e̸s̷t̸i̴n̵g̸ ̸i̷f̶ ̶t̸h̴e̷r̵e̶ ̷a̵r̸e̶ ̵t̸h̴o̷s̴e̴ ̵t̸h̴a̷t̷ ̶w̷i̸s̶h̵ ̶f̴o̵r̶ ̶i̶t̷ ̴b̵e̸ ̸s̵o̷.̸.̷.̶

[Context: Noraa and Ei are in a romantic relationship. Noraa is a creation deity, but didn’t create Teyvat; he found it by chance via his travels, and fell in love with the world, particularly Inazuma. Phthonus is just a name he picked from memory; Noraa is what he goes by, but that isn’t his true name. It’s something he only gives to those he considers truly close with. Finally, that power he just displayed is just a simple parlor trick compared to what he's truly capable of, not that he wishes to show off.]

Mist finished up her conversation with a group of guests,all of whom had now gone off to enjoy the festivities. She could feel eye's boring into her skull. She looked around,and in her peripheral vision,she spotted a shadow,watching her from afar. Ah,so a little shadow has taken an interest. How fun.

She hoped the shadow hadn't realized that they'd been caught. She didn't mind being followed,especially if it was something as harmless as a shadow. She moved towards another group of Deties,starting conversation and making sure that they were enjoying the ball so far. The conversation lasted a bit longer than she expected,but she continued anyway.

Soon the group left,and Mist was again standing alone. She swiftly walked over to the room with the food,heading over to one of the tables that had several different drinks. She picked up one of them and began to sip at it. If she was being honest,she wasn't too thirsty. However,she needed a break. She couldn't quite understand how she holds events like this all the time,yet still gets overwhelmed.

She stood next to the table for a moment,wondering what her next move would be. She looked around,and spotted a familiar silhouette. Oh,the shadow. She had almost forgotten about it. Before she could confront it,however,the shadow melted into the floor and dashed away. Ah,she supposed she startled it. She moved to a different table,looking for something she would enjoy eating. She didn't really need to eat,but she enjoyed it anyway. She found the table she was looking for,and picked up a couple chocolate covered strawberries. She didn't often like sweets,but this one in particular had a special place in her heart. As she enjoyed the treat,a couple walked in. More guests. She smiled and gave a small wave,suprised when the couple walked up to her.

She cleared her throat,smiling as they walked up. "Hello. Who might you be?" She said,giving them both a quick once over. She noticed that the young looking man had a similar silhouette to the shadow that had been tailing her. So this was the creator of the shadow. How interesting.

The man introduced himself as Phthonus,though he said he goes by 'Noraa',and the lady introduced herself as Ei. "Ah. Hello Noraa,Ei. My name is Mist,I am the host of this Ball. I trust that you are enjoying yourself?"

Noraa nods. "We are. Although,I must ask. Are you a Creator God? You definitely seem like one." Mists eyebrows raised in suprise. Straight to the point.

Mist nodded "Yes I am. I would suppose you are as well?" Norra nodded again. "I would guess that you are the creator of the curious little shadow who was following me?" Now it's Noraa's turn to be suprised.

"It was following you? I sent it out to find food,not to follow anyone". Mist chuckles.

"Well,shadows do tend to have a mind of thier own." She smiles. "It's fine though. I just wanted to know what made you so interested in me. But now I know that I simply caught the little shadows attention." Mist looks around the room,suddenly very aware of how empty it was. She supposed she should get back to greeting guests,although she didn't really want to. She'd much rather keep talking to the God infront of her. However,she was the host,so it was her duty to make all guests feel welcome. "Well,I must get back to greeting guests. I do hope you enjoy the Ball." She paused. "I would love to continue this conversation another time however." She smiled before saying a quick goodbye and swiftly walking across the room,her heels clicking on the floor.

Noraa stares at Mist as she scurried away,her heels clicking on the floor. The couple is silent for a moment,before Ei clears her throat. "So,about the multiple Moraxes..."

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Slight lil cliffhanger thingy!

Been gone for a bit cus writers block hit me like a truck,but I'm back to posting stuff again!!

[daddywarbats]

I just threw myself down a costuming rabbit hole trying to figure out how exactly the tabards part of Jedi uniforms work. And now I am frustrated about the Jedi costumes functionally in general.

You would think there’s a simple answer: there is not.

First of all, the movies: okay so it’s clear that, like with many costumes, some bits are just basically an illusion for the camera. Never more clear is this than in the Under Tunic, in which only the visible sleeves and the collar actually are functionally part of the costume; everything else on the shirt is basically to hold these in place for the camera while not overheating the actor. Every cosplayer ever is basically just bullshitting what happens in that area after a certain point, but the general consensus seems to be “a shirt with a minimum 2″ thick collar that closes by folding left to right; fastening method is up to you (and maybe your guild).”

Okay fine, we can best guess that if we’re working with it in fic or art, but if we are looking to cosplay for help figuring it out, it’s not that simple. For example, if I were to consult the general standards as given by the Rebel Legion, the under tunic can’t be kimono, judo gi or karate gi styled - which is wild to me, btw, considering their own standards page reference links to a site which suggests ideal patterns in those styles and most of the visual shorthand from the movie costumes and the source of the Jedi’s inspiration suggests these as fairly strong matches, but I digress.

The tabards, basically, in the official costumes are largely bullshitted for camera reasons, with seams hidden under the belt, and if they’re tacked to the over tunic or the actor’s sewn in for the day, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least. Most everyone is bullshitting these in some way, but the consensus is that any seam has to be on the back, preferably hidden by the obi. Also if you’re trying to tack it to yourself, that better not be visible. I have seen tape, velcro and snaps - valid, I say, because I ran into a similar issue with the hooded Robin cape.

For fic and art though? I am really frustrated by them. You can’t tack them down in universe - it would not make sense. It’s stupid and I know I’m being stupid and pedantic about it but I want to know how it’d work if you took the costume element out of it and no one has. Should they be threaded through one part of the obi and secured by tying the obi? Is there a part of the tunic they feed through which is covered by the obi? Is there a cord or snaps securing them that we don’t see that should be there in universe? Should ones extend down also feed into a panel on the back or a skirt that matches the over tunic instead of just splitting? I HAVE FUCKING QUESTIONS.

The obi also frustrates me because, functionally, almost everyone just goes ahaha yeah it’s thicccc, must be thicker than the belt by an order of at least x proportional to your body, and if you decide to put in velcro or something make sure it’s hidden in the back. If you were in universe, would it be velcroed or would it be tied? If it’s a fabric obi, how do you tie it? Do you tuck the ends under in a specific way? If it’s supposed to be only the width of your waist and is not the length of an obi from Earth say, how then do you wear it - does it have tie drawstrings that should be tucked under, does it have hooks or eyelets? Is there meaning to how you tie it? Are there decorative knots for fancy events or different sects or branches of specialization?

Official movie costumes kinda goes Shrug because they’re not designed to be actually functional in any real-world sense: they’re designed to film and do stunts in. They’re a minefield of jury-rigging. And then you have Legends material, which is straight up artists going Rule of Cool, which I respect cause, well, at least they’re honest about it in that sense. Obviously, groups listing costume standards for cosplayers are no help here, since, let’s be real, they’re not gonna be experimenting with how these things should realistically function so much as how they fit the standards they’ve established. It’s all about the standard with them.

Anyway, I can’t stop sneezing and this stupid tabard shit is going to BOTHER me forever, I can feel it. Why is it always like this with costumes?? i’m just gonna have to bullshit something myself aren’t i

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“Hmm,” Dazai hummed raising an eyebrow.

Chuuya looked like he was about to burst, whether from embarrassment, annoyance, or both he didn’t know. But, he had very little patience and would rather ask literally anyone else. But, Dazai was perfect for this, and he didn’t have time to find someone else.

“ I said I need a favor.”

Dazai had that stupid look on his face that told Chuuya he’d never live this down. But at this point, he was willing to do anything to piss off Kouyou. If she was going to pester him about having no love life, he would bring a date to christmas dinner, it was just going to be the person she hated most. 

Chuuya took a deep breath, "I need a date to christmas dinner with Kouyou, but it has to be someone she hates.”

“Awww. Chibi-chan wants me to meet his family? I’m honored! How about new years at my place then?”

“Grrrrr, did you not hear me say I just needed someone she hates!”

“Fine.”

“Look I don’t like this anymore then you do but一 wait what?”

“A chance to annoy dear ane-san, I’d be a foul to pass it up! But, I have one condition.”

“Ugh, I’m gonna regret this. What?”

“You’re trying to piss her off, so I can do whatever I see fit.”

“...could be worse, fine,we have an agreement. Saturday, meet me at Kouyou’s at 7.”

---

“So, where’s this date of yours?” Chuuya could hear the condescension in Kouyou’s voice.

“He’s just running late,” Chuuya grumbled, he hoped Dazai was just late.

Just then the doorbell rang, and just as he had hoped, Kouyou went to open it. She looked so proud, and happy, Chuuya couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Following her to open the door, he felt a bit of panic. Dazai liked to annoy him more than anyone, what if he acted like an angel in front of Kouyou instead of his usual shittyy self (not that it’d change her opinion of him). 

“Welcome to一” by the smug look on Dazai’s face, Chuuya could imagine how Kouyou’s face looked. He let out a small smile before pushing past Kouyou and saying,” Ane-san, this is my boyfriend. I don’t think I really need to introduce him.”

This would be fun.

---

“So, that went well!” Dazai chirped. How he could be so chipper after Golden Demon almost killed him at least twice in the first 5 minutes he didn't know. But, Dazai did exactly what he needed. Between horrible flirting, trying to kiss him (his third brush of death for the night), and asking to stay the night, Kouyou was beyond done with him. 

Chuuya was only aloud to walk Dazai home by insisting it would be rude if he didn’t. Kouyou being who she was had to let him walk Dazai home. At first he had picked Dazai to annoy Kouyou, but now一 now he wasn’t so sure. When Dazai wasn’t trying to piss Kouyou off, he was nice company, he also looked really good cleaned up. Hell he even changed his bandages.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?” Chuuya turned to look up at Dazai.

“Is the slug thinking? You should be careful, you might blow a fuse,” Dazai giggeled, avoiding a kick from Chuuya.

“Anyway, since I helped Slug, Slug should do a favor for me.”

“Who said anything about that?!” Chuuya tried to look offended, although he seemed more flustered then angry.

“I did. So, how ‘bout new years?”

“What, need me to help you piss off Mori?” Chuuya sneered.

“Nope! I had fun tonight, so, what do you say?”

“Ugh! Fine,” he yelled,” but only so I don’t owe you.”

“Sure, sure. Since we’re going out together, wear a Kimono?”

“Like hell I will you shitty Mackerel!” He yelled kicking at Dazai again before storming off back the way they came.

“Hey! I thought you were walking me home?!” Dazai snickered.

“Walk home yourself shitty Mackerel!” 

Ah yes, new years would be fun. And maybe he’d talk with Kouyou about a kimono just to mess with Dazai… just maybe.

[gabzlovesu]

༊ ‧₊˚ ⎯⎯ FOR ONE NIGHT

tomo (kazuha's friend) x fem!reader

warnings: kinda sad so bring your tissues (sorry in advance lol) unprotected sex, pregnancy, fuck the raiden shogun all my homies hate the raiden shogun, and i hope this is enough to get you to simp for a faceless side character lmfao bye.

There were times Tomo’s eyes would light up as bouts of passion consumed him. You could see it when he practiced his swordsmanship, when he talked about his aspirations, and even during those tender moments when he held you close. And tonight they shined the brightest you’ve ever seen.

“What’s got you all worked up?” You’re nearly breathless yet find the air to question his needy hands that leave no inch of your body untouched and make quick work of the knot on your kimono. 

He ignores you — well he didn’t mean to but he’s just so focused on savoring the taste of your sweet skin, planting kisses lower and lower until he reaches the valley of your breasts. 

“Tomo?”

“I’m just excited. Now can I please continue?”

“I just want to know what you’re so excited for? If I’m a celebratory prize then I deserve to know, don’t you think,” you quip back and let the corner of your lips curl into a smile.

“Let’s just say that I’m going to put an end to all of our problems. No more hiding, no more living in fear of the Vision Hunt Decree — just the two of us and some well-deserved peace… Well, Kazuha will be around too.” You can feel him chuckle lightly against the crook of your neck as he continues to litter kisses upon you.

“I don’t…” you pry him off of you to look him in his eyes. “I don’t understand Tomo…What are you gonna do?”

“The Musou no Hitotachi. I’ll be the one to withstand the shogunate’s sword.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you prepare to shut down his entire plan. You thought he had forgotten about it. You thought he had given up on a dream that would almost certainly end in death. Before you can utter a single word in protest, his lips crash onto yours and his hands settle on your thighs as he coaxes you to give in. When he’s sure you’ve run out of air, he breaks the kiss.

“Have a little faith in me, yeah? I promise I’m gonna walk through that door tomorrow and everything will be fine. So let me just have this, please.”

Dammit. As much as you wanted to argue and tell him how foolish he sounded, you couldn’t do it. Not with those bright eyes staring at you so full of love. You cave. The red kimono was the only thing stopping him in his tracks and it’s quickly tossed aside with his own clothes. 

Everything feels different tonight. He holds you a little tighter and sings only the sweetest tune of praises in your ear, but most of all he’s taking his time. Every thrust is slow and methodical as your body moves perfectly with his. His fingers dance around your sex, gradually building up your climax as he fights his own. And oh my God, the way he looks at you — eyes flickering indecisively between your own and your lips that slightly parted as you moan out his name. He finds himself doing the same when you flutter around him as he plunges deeper. Tomo presses his forehead to yours, shifting all his attention to how good you feel right now.

It would be nice if things could stay like this forever. How childish of you to wish for such a thing. You know all too well that the concept of eternity was not only ridiculous, it was also impossible.

You had faith but that wasn’t enough to save him from the fierce strike of the Musou no Hitotachi. So all you could do was watch helplessly from the ever-growing crowd as Tomo received his divine punishment. 

When the Raiden Shogun’s sword came down, your world also came crashing down with it.

An ear-shattering scream comes from you and you desperately try to push past the armed guards. Even though the tears welling in your eyes blurred your vision, you could tell the ashen blonde wasn’t moving. While Kazuha had managed to escape with Tomo’s hollow vision, you were left to pick up the limp body of the man you loved.

You stayed there holding Tomo for hours, wailing on your knees in the square while his body grew cold in your lap. “Go away! Leave,” you screamed at any who tried to take him from you. 

It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. But even dangerous strikes of lightning can serve as light when shrouded in darkness.

“Mama made your favorite for dinner last night! And she told me about how you and Uncle Kazuha took down 20 of General Kujou’s men one time. Like boom and pow.” A small boy makes exaggerated movements with his arms to accompany the sound effects. He wears himself out doing high kicks and quick slashes through the air, only to settle back down on the ground where he was moments prior. 

This time the boy speaks quieter, hugging a shiny object close to his chest. “Mama really misses you, Papa. Please watch over us.” 

“Tomoki! It’s time to come inside,” you shout from inside the small home. Even though you couldn’t see the young boy, you already knew where he was. 

“Bye Papa, I love you.” His little hands bring a dulled vision to his lips before setting it down in front of a sword sheathed in the ground. He runs down the path lined with cherry blossoms and is swooped up into your arms. You give a longing look towards the path before closing the door. You will be forever grateful for that night.

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[madeupoflowers]

👘 How does you’re next romantic partner/spouse dress? 🎀

This reading a bit longer and complex than my other readings and felt like trying something new and exciting for you all! I know everyone looks for and manifests different things love wise, which is why this is gonna be a “Next partner/Spouse” reading since the next person you manifest may be a spouse or not depends on what you’re hoping and manifesting into your life. I made sure the reading will apply to both parties especially with complex and unique descriptions and images(male and female) for each pile. I wanted to make it as gender/sexuality inclusive as I could. I hope you all find the answers you seek and come in with an open-heart. I wish you the utmost luck to you all! I hope you enjoy. Sending love. 

🌬🤲🏻 ☘️✨💕

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Pile 1 

I get the feeling your partner dresses sexy. The things that are standing out strongly is the colors orange and red. I see them favoring warm tones(reds, oranges, yellows). Male or female, they like to wear low cut shirts/dresses. Off the shoulder style. I feel regardless of gender he/she likes to show off their muscles. I see if female, she likes corsets and favors backless dresses. Showing a little cleavage. Emphasis on neck/collarbones. There is a matching style here too. For example, if female she may match her lingerie with her outfit(so if purple lingerie, she’ll wear a purple dress, matching heels, etc.). I also see wearing heels a lot. Hats/beanies/caps. Capes, trench-coats, letting a fancy suit casually hang over the top of their shoulders. Belts that emphasis hip area. Long hair especially if male. Bold makeup. This person’s style defiantly turns heads and attracts many. I get a feeling they dress boujee too lol. I saw sparkly gold jewelry as well.

Channeled messages: Cartier, blue dress, leggings, kitten heels, flowers in hair, spring, red hair, moon/sun necklace, high boots, gloves, feathers, snakes, purple.

Pile 2 

  Oh chile- y’all’s next romantic partner’s style is fine AF. I see low waist jeans, skirts. Corsets, tube tops, garter belts and colorful tights. Dresses especially the ones that are long at the back. Men got facial hair for sure. Voluminous hair regardless of gender. Long sleeved shirts. Flowey style whether male or female. I see a slight classy, Gothic style for some of you. Men like long black capes/trench coats and slicked back hair. Headpieces, headbands, cute clips. Peter pan collars. Long hair with short side bangs on each side(think Dua lipa from her Future Nostalgia cover that hair style). The men here love to look like regal King’s lol. His style screams power and darkness(I thought of Dracula). The women have this feminine temptress style that screams bad bitch and Queen shit. I don’t see them wearing too much revealing clothing but enough for you to want to know what’s underneath, like ASAP. Regardless of your gender preferences, you’re next partner is fine as hell and damn I see your jaw dropping when you see this person. 

Channeled messages: vampire, dyed hair, bangs, red hair(this was prominent in last pile so maybe it also applies to you!), flowers patterns, dove charm, chest hair(if you like males), bold lipstick(blood red is really coming through), confidence. 

Pile 3

Are y’all born rich or somethin’??? Damn, you’re next partner’s style is boujee. I see expensive coats, and western “kimonos”, silk and velvet. Expensive lingerie or boxers. Legs. Legs are a big thing here, I’m getting a lot of messages with this. Long legs, very tall whether male or female. Model vibes. Wears outfits that show off their legs. If into females, she may be fond of strapless dresses specifically with a slit in the side. I see dresses with a hole above the cleavage. Garter belts and tights. Sparkly objects. Fancy hats or designer beanies/caps. Pearl/fool’s diamond headbands(or if they RICH rich, maybe literal real diamonds). Everything about them screams expensive like they could wear a plain white shirt with jeans but somehow that shirt is designer and the jeans are too(whattttttt). I had a vision of sunglasses, specifically animal print ones and tan tinted ones. The males in particular like to wear things that show off their arms, this is the guy to wear a tight white dress shirt just so it hugs him in all the right places. I also feel this person likes to look big and stand tall, which makes their fashion even more intimidating. All imma say is the outfit doesn't wear them…..This person wears things to show off whether it be their fine body or their designer/pricey labels or jewels, etc. Your next partner, Pile 3 is a whole meal and a looker. Lucky you!!

Channeled messages: expensive cologne, sunglasses, earth tones, bad boy, Virgo, lions, Lyon(France), thick brunette hair, castle, scarf, rose water, Jessica, GTA V.

Pile 4

  Ohhh, this is a sweet and airy pile. I hope that made sense. For ladies, they are very feminine. Long flowey dresses and skirts. Off the shoulder. Head pieces especially hair clips on the side. Curly hair or likes to curl their hair. Liking for bralettes and strapless bras. Though this person has this gentle and “ladylike” fashion on many days. I feel they like to wear sporty outfits too and aren’t scared of getting their hands and face dirty. Sneakers. Being able to do both(one day dresses professional and the next dressing like a tomboy, etc.). For those who prefer men, there is an emphasis on vests. Light colored shirts(no matter gender). Hang me downs. Silver pieces or silver silk outfits(regardless of gender). VERY curly hair. Not a lot of men are popping up here I feel maybe a lot of people who have preferences for women have chosen this pile. If you feel this doesn’t apply to you then I would strongly recommend picking another pile. Thank you all for reading my loves!! 

Channeled messages: curls, braids, tousled hair, horses(someone may really enjoy horseback riding), bows, swimming, dolphin, Starbucks, gray felt chair, warm tones, smell of sunscreen, Cancer, moonlight reflecting off of water, paintings, powdered donuts. 

[clown-cult]

I don’t know if you read about the newest interview but the director admitted that rin was young and that he was troubled on how childlike she was. He also said that putting rin near the twins she does not look mother like at all. But one thing that caught my attention from the interview was that he mention that he tried to make rin eyes narrow in the last episode so she would appear adult like. I remember antis making comparisons saying that anime kids are usually designed to have larger eyes whereas adult characters are made to have narrow eyes. So rin was purposely designed to look childlike in the anime. Rin was not a petite woman at all like shipper love to preach she was designed to be childlike and everyone who worked on that sequel knew.

I did read this, anon, you’re absolutely correct. I almost feel bad for these people because they’ll voice and admit concerns that problematic aspects in their show (Sesshomaru’s neglectful parenting, Rin’s age) and then immediately pedal it back and try to justify it in an effort to save face. No, sorry guys, it’s not normal for grown women to act childish and more like a kid than their actual kids…unless they’re a very young teen mother, of course 🙄 And don’t even get me started on them trying to justify Sesshomaru abandoning the baby twins as a good thing “all kids could benefit from being left alone at times!” Yeah, when they’ve just graduated and moved out. Not when they’re still incapable of walking or speech. Jackasses. Just admit your show was bad, there’s more dignity in it than trying to make the nonsensical make sense.

As for the “she’s a petite woman and you guys are body-shaming!” argument. I have a headache so I’m not going to into a lengthy comparison breakdown of statistics but I am going to give you guys some stuff to work with and form your own analysis around.

Let’s start with a chart of some of our female characters heights and weight if known.

They’re all pretty consistent and paint a good picture of the spectrum of heights and builds established by the female cast of the show. For good measure, here’s Rin. Not only is this height unsourced though, she’s also shorter than Kanna so I’m going to guess this is the height of her first appearance.

I’m not gonna get into the whole stupid debate of her purple kimono somehow making her flat as a surfboard, but let’s have a look at how 18 year old Rin fills out a simple outfit without multiple layers of padding as compared to 15 year old Kagome.

Rin’s shoulders are a lot narrower and so his her neck. She almost looks malnourished but the Sinners have no problem with that either, from what I’ve heard. Rin is tiny and frail because her loving husband just doesn’t feed her? Totally fine if it justifies her being so small without admitting she’s a child.

Let’s also add a few more reference images showing all the heights between various characters.

Given that Kagome comes to about Sesshomaru’s shoulder and she’s the shortest of our female characters, it’s safe to assume Rin is below five feet which is stretching the definition of “petite woman” quite a bit by this point. As I’ve pointed out, Kagome is the smallest non-child character in the show yet you can still tell she’s a regular teenager.

Kagome is a petite woman. Rin is a child.

Now I’m not putting this all out there to be like “the creators lied and she’s not 18!” even though a case can be made for that given that they can’t keep their timelines consistent. If the creators wanna say she’s 18, fine. Whatever. But it was a very delicate choice that they themselves have admitted to being aware of that she looks so suspiciously young and if nothing else, I’m trying to point that out. What age she is or isn’t can be debated until forever. What’s right there, clear as crystal with receipts to accompany it, is that they knew and were even worried about how young Rin looked yet chose not to change anything and go ahead with the disgusting story anyway, only deciding in the very last episode to even try to make Rin look older. If that’s not telling as all hell, I don’t know what is. It’s giving me shades of when people told Dan Schneider to reign back the feet stuff because people were getting suspicious. They completely knew what they were doing.

Not that it’ll make any different to the SauceRibs of course. After all, this is what they’re into. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a shipping community so obsessed with sexualising every aspect of their ship’s interactions, and all completely unprompted. They’ll just continue to scream that she’s a petite woman being body shamed until they think the coast is clear again.

Speaking of unnecessarily sexualising things and body shaming, to close this rambling tirade all out, to any Raisins reading this (bc I know y’all can’t help yourselves and you should really be paying me 😘) you’ll forgive me if I don’t take your claims of body shaming seriously when y’all go out of your way to slut shame all the other Inuyasha girls for the crime of Takahashi drawing their teenage bodies naked at every opportunity. 🐸 ☕️

[nalpurey]

in honor of the 10 months anniversary of my first ever drabble i never posted, i present to you: my first ever drabble i never posted. yippee

cw: femdom, malesub, both are afab, mentions of sa, overall fluffy playful smut. it’s scrlm btw <3

also this takes place after scara’s story quest. people were headcanoning he’d join us in our travels so yeah<3

here goes nothing

As the flames danced, their shadows cast wide on the ground. Lumine yawned, feeling settled in the familiarity of the campsite. Her traveling companion was always full of surprises, and tonight was no exception. He had requested a sleeping bag in their shared tent, much to her disbelief. “What? Just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I can’t,” he had said, grinning mischievously. Lumine had rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The two had lit a bonfire and were sitting close to one another, quietly and secretly enjoying the warmth and company of each other’s presence.

Lumine subconsciously stared at her companion. She couldn’t help but notice the way the wanderer winced imperceptibly as the weight of his body pressed against an apparently sore muscle. Lumine saw the way he stood up and straightened his back, only to wince once again as he sat back down. It was clear to her that he was in pain, and it was clear that this was something he was used to, but she still frowned.

“Are you hurt?” She carefully asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.

The wanderer shook his head, not even looking at her. “It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

The traveler sighed. We’ve been traveling companions for a while now, and he still isn’t opening up. Sure, he should take his time, but he has no reason to not trust me after what we’ve done to protect each other…

“You know,” she started in a sweet voice, staring at the dancing flames, “it’s pretty normal to get hurt, or even just have a sore back, when you do nothing but wander around and fight monsters all day. Just let me help you.”

He shook his head again, but his voice had softened. “I don’t… need healing.”

Lumine decided not to ask if that was just another way to say no or he actually didn’t need any healing as a puppet.

“But you’re in pain”, Lumine insisted. “You won’t let me heal you, so at least let me cook you some food, give you a massage or something.”

“A massage?” At the wanderer’s seemingly disgusted frown, Lumine only nodded. “But why?”

“It’ll help your muscles relax”, she responded with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. Though he was doing his best to appear indifferent, he was curious about what she would do. He stared at her hands for a couple seconds, wondering if it would have been that bad to have those soft fingers touching his skin.

“Fine then. Do your worst.”

Oh, he just had to make it into a challenge, didn’t he?

She smiled a bit widely this time. She felt like this could help them get closer. She already considered him an ally, but she wanted him to acknowledge that; to see for himself what it meant to have a companion to place his trust in.

He took off his kimono and pulled down the top part of his bodysuit. His pale rosy skin looked soft, and as perfect as a doll’s. Looking a bit more carefully, Lumine couldn’t help but notice five fading rounded scars on the center of his back. The one in the middle was bigger than the others, and those were undoubtedly the marks his puppet strings had left.

“So? Are you gonna do something, or—”

He freezed upon feeling her warm hand trace up his spine.

“Mnnh…”

“Good?”

He bit his lip. “Shut it.”

“You’re tense. Are you always like this, or…” She stopped herself, her attention being caught by something else. A small symbol on the highest part of his back. It didn’t look like a scar, it was more like a birthmark. She let her curiosity get the better of her and slid her thumb over the mark, softly. “What’s this?” She asked simultaneously.

Tingly waves of pure electricity shot through his body, running straight to his crotch, and the wanderer couldn’t prevent a soft moan of sheer pleasure from escaping his slightly parted lips.

Lumine stopped her thumb immediately. “Did I hurt you?” She asked with urgency.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m not that fragile.”

Encouraged, the traveler pressed a bit harder on the spot. Her thumb drew slow circles along the mark, until…

“Ahn… please…”

Lumine made a surprised sound, golden eyes widening.

The red-faced wanderer hastened to clarify, “That… slipped out.”

But she had already stopped. “Please what, though? Are you sure this isn’t an uncomfortable place for you to—”

“Shut up, it wasn’t a please stop.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

She only let out a chuckle. She really wanted to be friends (or maybe even more) with him, but right now she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe you find this arousing,” she suggested with a shrug. “This one is probably a sweet spot of yours, am I right?” The wanderer parted his lips to speak, but her thumb found itself on the birthmark again and he had to close them shut to suppress the noise he felt bubbling up his throat. “It’s really pretty, though. It’s a mitsudomoe, right? Very pretty…”

The wanderer could barely focus on her praise, completely absorbed by the feeling of Lumine tracing circles around such a sensitive part of his body.

Until she realized this could probably not help his sore back. Much to the wanderer’s disappointment, she went back to massaging his back, and yes— that helped a lot, but it just didn’t feel as good.

It was pretty relaxing, though. Lumine’s touch was delicate, careful. It was completely new to him.

Maybe being in the traveler’s company wasn’t that bad.

: : :

He looked so… serene in his sleep. He looked like nothing in the world could ever disturb his slumber. Why wasn’t he always like this? The traveler could only wonder why he didn’t sleep more often, since it made him so calm and peaceful. Maybe if he had slept like this every night he wouldn’t have been so short tempered.

Most of his clothes were lying forgotten in an angle of their tent, neatly folded.

She didn’t even realize she was staring at him, his tiny, immobile sleeping figure, his pink synthetical lips that were just barely pressing against each other, his relaxed brows, his smooth and perfect skin… yes, nothing could ever disturb his slumber…

“Mmgh… hah…” The puppet’s eyebrows started to furrow, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. The traveler let out a sigh. Oh, she should have expected him to have nightmares. The wanderer was muttering something incomprehensible, so she got a bit closer, trying to make out what he was saying.

“D-don’t…”

Oh, here it comes. What will it be?

Lumine touched his shoulder, trying to wake him from his presumed nightmare.

Will it be… “don’t hurt me”? “Don’t betray me”? “Don’t abandon me”? “Don’t—”

“Don’t stop…”

Her eyes widened. If only she looked down a bit lower, a quick glance at the bottom of his tight bodysuit would have been enough to tell just how soaked wet he was.

In fact, at some point, during her attempts at waking him up, she somehow noticed the dark spot of wetness between his legs.

A subtle smirk crept onto the golden haired traveler’s face.

He looked so irresistible, and she couldn’t stop staring. She even forgot she was trying to wake him up.

The wanderer’s squirming and tossing around only increased in frequency, finally awaking him.

He blinked once. Twice.

“Were you having a dream?” Lumine enquired innocently.

“Not your business…” he replied, looking away so that she couldn’t see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “How could you tell…?” He quickly added as soon as he realized he could have said or done something in his sleep.

“Call it intuition or whatever.” She shrugged. “It’s not hard to tell if someone’s dreaming if they keep making noise. Was it a bad dream? Or was it about what we discussed earlier?”

He shuddered, rolling onto his side. “Not. Your. Business.”

“I’m assuming it was?” The traveler challenged.

“I said it’s not your business.” The wanderer responded.

“How about you tell me—” He cut her off.

“How about you go to sleep and leave me alone?”

The traveler couldn’t help but chuckle at his defensive aggressivity. “Fine, fine. Goodnight Kuni.”

He didn’t say anything in response.

Lumine ignored him back and wrapped a warm blanket around herself, facing the other way. Not even a minute had passed when the wanderer softly called out to her.

“What is it?”

“Can we… share that?” He was pointing at the blanket.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you’re cold.”

“Shut up.”

She was right, actually. She always was. He was feeling as hot as he didn’t recall ever feeling, but for some reason he wanted Lumine to be close to him, and sharing a blanket was the only way he considered. There was no way he would explicitly ask her to come closer.

She sat up, scooted closer and pulled the blanket onto him. “Sleep well.” No response again.

She lied back down, on her side, facing away from him.

The wanderer was glad she couldn’t see him squeezing his legs together and rubbing his thighs against each other, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable, hot wetness that was only growing and growing between his folds. As it grew, he noticed he was starting to breathe, loudly— he just couldn’t help it. This feeling was too much, he wanted it gone. He didn’t even need to breathe, why did it feel so necessary yet so difficult right now?

He pressed his forehead against the nape of the traveler’s neck, making her chuckle quietly. Feeling her warmth against himself was somehow relieving, but it also made his body shake with desire and want.

He muffled a groan of discomfort by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Fuck… Lumi—”

“I’m still awake, you know. Do you need something?” She sleepily muttered.

“Ugh…”

“Won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” She insisted softly. “I can help you.”

The wanderer wanted it. So badly— but he still had his pride. He shook his head, even though Lumine was facing the other side and couldn’t see him.

She took his silence as a no, anyway. “… Alright. Goodnight again.”

“… ‘Night”, he replied this time, in a small voice. He was determined to let the overwhelming feeling go away on his own…

But a few minutes later, he couldn’t care less. He tapped her shoulder lightly, swallowed his pride and breathed out a whispery “… Help?”

The traveler sat up again, her golden eyes shining, as if she’d been waiting for that moment. She raised an eyebrow, looking at him and waiting for him to say something more.

To which the wanderer furrowed his brows and muttered something that sounded like “come on”.

“What do you want?” Lumine asked innocently, raising a brow.

“Stop talking and do something already!” He whined impatiently, forcefully grabbing one of her wrists and directing her hand to his abdomen, not daring to push it lower— maybe hoping she would do that herself. She smiled, running her fingers up to his chest instead. At her caress, his body relaxed against the thin mattress.

“Lower”, he demanded.

But she liked his chest too much to just leave it alone already. She put both of her hands to use; while one massaged his chest through his bodysuit, the other traced its way to his lower stomach, then even lower, then some more, until it was resting on his clothed sex.

As soon as he felt her touch, the wanderer inhaled sharply, his body tensing up. The hand that was caressing his upper body found a nipple and focused its attention on it, earning delicious moans from him and helping him loosen up some more. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she started moving her hand. She really was handling him with care. The combination of her touch and the embarrassment of the situation, of how she looked so serious and focused on him, was really getting to him.

The more Lumine rubbed his clit through the fabric, the more he felt the urge to strip off and expose himself for her. He struggled to remove his bodysuit, and the traveler lent him a hand as soon as she noticed. Once free of his clothing, he laid back down, putting himself on display. The traveler licked her lips.

He was completely flushed red from his face to his chest, his weakened arms resting above his head, his hardened nipples demanding more attention, his parting legs tempting her, his blue eyes silently begging her to touch him. So she did, and he whimpered imperceptibly when her hand made direct contact with his clit for the first time. Not feeling any friction, but only a somehow unsatisfying contact, he moved his hips closer to her, but much to his displeasure she withdrew her finger. He let out a soft cry. He was feeling so good, why did it have to stop already?

“Are you playing with me?” He whined, trying to sound intimidating. “If you’re only doing this to annoy me, might as well…”

He trailed off, observing her. She was giving her thumb a few licks, carefully wetting it before placing it on his engorged clit and moving in slow circles, as two fingers of her other hand held up the hood. To which the wanderer could only shut his eyes, throw his head back and let out a long “oohh…”, pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt.

He wasn’t used to this.

Her pointer finger slid down, passed his urethra and pressed against the slit. Her thumb was still working his clit, circling it at a steady pace. Feeling that she wasn’t speeding up, the wanderer complained in a breathy voice. “That’s… too slow.”

She gradually picked up the pace, lubing her finger with his juices to help it slide inside his hole. She looked at him. His eyes were tightly shut and his closed fists were grasping the blanket they were sharing earlier. She was being careful with her movements, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, Kuni. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”, she asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.

“Not of… my own will”, he responded through clenched teeth.

Oh.

That wasn’t completely unexpected.

The traveler removed her clean hand from his body to caress his cheeks.

“I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s… nothing, really.” He gave a nod of his head to signal her to keep going from where she had stopped.

She experimentally moved her finger, but he had gotten tighter. Thinking back about what happened had apparently made him tense up again. “I, uh… I don’t want to hurt you”, Lumine stated. He looked away. He knew it would hurt if she pushed inside him right now.

Sensing his anxiety, she straddled him and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. Her right hand lightly grazed the sensitive birthmark on his higher back, as she continued leaving kisses on his face. The wanderer made a little smile, and let out soft noises and hums of pleasure, while she showered him with affection by pecking his forehead, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.

“My— my lips too.”

“Alright.”

Complying with his request, Lumine kissed him on the lips. His lips parted, letting her tongue in as soon as he felt it prodding his mouth. She adjusted her position so that her knee was now in between his legs, and he started to roll his hips against it immediately, moaning into her mouth. The friction felt so good on his clit, and now he just wanted more, more, more.

When their lips parted, Lumine kissed his neck, softly nibbling and sucking on it, relishing in the way he tilted his head back to expose his body even further, curving himself to get her to do more, every single cell of him screaming “take me, and do whatever you want to me”. And desiring nothing more than that.

She cupped his chest with both hands and gently fondled his porcelain skin. The wanderer was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feeling of the soft skin of his neck being marked by her mouth and his sensitive nipples being stimulated this delicately. His folds started to lubricate again as he rubbed himself against her leg, hips bucking furiously. His hands feebly grasped the traveler’s golden hair, trying to push her further onto his body. He guided her where he wanted her attention, and the traveler found herself licking and suckling on a nipple. His other breast, small enough to fit in her palm, savored the traveler’s caresses. He could feel something hot churn into his lower stomach. The feeling was slowly taking over his entire body, it was like a drug, and now he needed more.

“Lumine… it feels good, ahh…”

The traveler smiled against his skin. They were making progress.

“Lumine. I think I’m ready.”

“Mhm?”

“Yes. You… won’t need to go easy on me.”

“Well, I’m still going to make this as comfortable as I can.”

He smiled imperceptibly, nothing but pure love in his eyes. He gave a slight nod of his head to encourage her. “Come inside… Lumine.”

Her finger found itself back where it was earlier, circling the hole before slowly sliding in. Her body was moving on its own, as if it was on autopilot.

“N-ngh…”

She gradually pushed her finger deeper, observing his face to make sure it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. “Is this okay?”

The wanderer nodded frantically. This felt way better than he had imagined. “More… more…” he managed to squeeze out, his voice sounding broken and hoarse. “Go deeper…” He was sweating, so much so that his skin looked a bit shiny from the moisture.

“You’ve got to call me ma’am for that”, Lumine said.

“In your dreams. I’m not calling you that,” he mumbled.

She chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, dummy.” And as proof, her finger went deeper. The wanderer instantly forgot Lumine had been teasing him.

“Oohh… nnh… just like that…”

Encouraged, the traveler kept rubbing his inner walls with care, searching for that one spot that would have her Kuni crying out in pleasure.

The wanderer was lost in a trance-like state. His ocean eyes were unfocused and teary, and a bit of drool could be spotted at the corner of his mouth.

When Lumine’s skilled lips made contact with his clit, pressing a loving kiss on it, Kuni’s eyes went wide and he whimpered slightly in surprise. He lost his composure once again when she began to give it the softest kitten licks, sloppily throwing his leg over Lumine’s shoulder, making it easier to buck his pussy right into her mouth as she licked at his hardened clit.

“Haah… ma’am, feels so good…”

The traveler could feel blood rushing to her cheeks. And her crotch.

She was feeling like his pleasure was the only purpose of her life. She lapped up all the delicious juices that came out of him, her gentle licks turning into messy and frantic sucks.

And the wanderer, oh, he was long gone. Weakly holding Lumine’s free hand, occasionally squeezing it when he felt like the pleasure was too much for his body to handle, he’d never felt as good as he was feeling now. His head thrown back in heavenly bliss, resting on the blanket he had used to lie to the traveler and get this in exchange— oh, it’d been so worth it, he kept thinking. He would have done it again and again if it meant feeling the same pleasure he was feeling now.

The traveler was so gentle with him. Did he even deserve her gentleness?

“Kuni? Are you feeling alright?”

Warm juices trickled down her chin as she lifted her head from his crotch to make sure he was okay. Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, she waited for his nod to start eating him out again.

“I’m feeling... a little more than alright.”

[limitlessgojo]

Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help. 

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes. 

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him. 

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him). 

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts. 

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips. 

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip." 

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then." 

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public. 

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin. 

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him. 

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day. 

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn." 

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining. 

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this." 

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn. 

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You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband. 

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself. 

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him. 

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear. 

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head. 

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined. 

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes. 

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact. 

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly. 

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time. 

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it. 

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once. 

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there. 

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke. 

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit. 

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm. 

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut. 

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow. 

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up. 

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out. 

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms. 

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power. 

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside. 

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed. 

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep. 

🎇🎇🎇

The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn. 

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

All rights reserved to Limitlessgojo.

[avintagekiss24]

Hi! I don't want to start anything on here and am always willing for civil conversations. At this point there's so much I've found out about Seb (besides the video he liked, the tommy lee thing, and the girlfriend thing) that I feel so guilty if I would continue to support him. I love him sm but it just doesn't look good rn. He is associated/follows an organisation (for helping veterans) that has posted a blue lives matter flag picture and who's co-founder has sexual assault allegations against him, and worked with him in 'The last full measure'. His friend Paul Walter Hauser has done blackface in the past, and when called out on it he just listed a few people that also did blackface. There's more, I found a discussion on here that I can link. I seriously don't support "cancel culture" bc I don't think it helps anyone but there are just a lot of 'mistakes' and shady people that can be linked to Seb, I wish it wouldn't be that way. I honestly don't know what to think about it anymore.

Hi! I’m also open to having civil conversations and I don’t believe you’re trying to start anything. I really do think this situation of dragging up a four year old video and taking it completely out of context is harmful not just to Black people, but to fandom/activism in general. This is gonna be long because I’m going to take your points one by one, and I want to preface this by saying that I will not answer any derogatory, sideways asks pertaining to this subject. I will delete every single one and will block your silly ass. I’m not going to argue with people who think I’m blindly supporting Sebastian because I’m just trying to get fucked by him, or people who think I hate myself and am trying to appease some white man.

So, on with the discourse!

The video he liked - this video was taken completely out of context and that is my main issue with this whole situation. It was not a video of a white man saying that he thinks he should be able to say the n word as everyone claimed it was. They were quickly debating on whether or not it's okay to say in rap lyrics. He was told no, that's not okay, that's never okay and they moved on from it. That's it. End of story. That somehow was twisted into a click bait style headline of "Sebastian Stan likes a video of a white man defending his right to say the n word" when that is absolutely not true. My other issue is that people are more upset that Sebastian liked the video than they are about the white man in the video literally saying the n word. So, do you really care about the use of the n word like you're claiming? Cuz if you do, you'd be more upset at the white man that said the word than you would be about the white man simply liking the video. Or, are you just using this as an excuse to grandstand against a white man you don't like?

The Tommy Lee thing - Sebastian Stan playing Tommy Lee does not make Sebastian Stan a bad person. Is Charlize Theron a bad person for playing Aileen Wuornos, a prostitute who started murdering men? Is Leonardo DiCaprio a bad person for playing a slave owner? Is Edward Norton a bad person for playing a nazi sympathizing racist? Actors play bad people. That doesn't mean that they themselves are bad people. 1990's Tommy Lee was a bad person, but that should have no bearing on who Sebastian Stan is or his character as a man.

The gf/Paul Walter Hauser thing - Why are we holding Sebastian accountable for what the people around him are doing? Again, why are we more upset that Sebastian is associated with people who have done questionable things than the specific people themselves? I'm not going to speak on the kimono wearing -- I'm not Asian. It's not my place to say whether or not its offensive because it's not my culture, but she posted that picture and attended that party before she started dating Sebastian, quite possibly before she even knew him. Same with Paul. I think that black face thing was long before he knew Sebastian. Now, if Sebastian was defending these actions, going around saying "I think it's okay for white women to wear Kimono's" "I think black face is fine" "I think white people should be able to say the n word" then we'd have a different story, wouldn't we? But that's not what we have, and that's not what he is doing. He is not responsible for the things his friends do or have done in the past just because he's more famous than they are, and he is not required to speak on them. Let's put it this way -- would you be comfortable having to be responsible for something a friend of yours did before you knew them? Would you want to have to be forced to answer for your friend when you yourself had nothing to do with the questionable behavior?

The organization that supports the military/blue lives matter - Sebastian cannot control what message that foundation puts out and it does not mean that he is or is not pro-police himself. There is not enough concrete evidence -- if any evidence for that matter -- that Sebastian is a blue lives matter supporter. Did Sebastian donate before they put up the blue lives matter post? Or after? I don’t know, cuz I don’t follow him that closely, but if he donates before they come out with a particular stance, that means he should be held accountable for that? I know I donated to an organization once and they turned out to support something that i’m 100% against. That means I’m a bad person because I couldn’t see into the future? Another point, how can we be certain that Sebastian saw the blue lives matter post in the first place? I know I’m not online 24 hrs a day, I miss posts all the time and I’m just an average person. I make three or four tumblr posts a day, and I’m gone. I have to play catch up on social media, and even then, I still miss stuff. So I’m sure the same happens to a working actor. As for the co-founder, I don't know who this person is and would rather not get into any allegations against them because I don't want to trigger anyone who comes across this post. If Sebastian knows about these allegations, is a willing participant/supporter of this person then yeah, that's pretty shitty, but we don't know the inner workings of this friendship/acquaintance/work relationship. We don’t know how close they are or if they even still speak.

I’m a pretty big fan of Don Cheadle. He’s a stand up guy, he’s a great actor, he’s funny, he’s political and stands up for what he believes in and in a very public way. I support him. Don Cheadle is also friends with Chris Evans, RDJ, Mark Ruffalo, and Letitia Wright (just to name a few). Chris Evans has a bipartisan forum that highlights/promotes right wing politicians, RDJ defended Chris Pratt during the whole “he’s the worst Chris in Hollywood” crap, who’s technically done black face, and who once said to a female reporter “nice tits” when she walked into the room, Mark Ruffalo just walked back his support of Palestine, and Letitia Wright retweeted/supported an anti-vaxxer/anti-trans Pastor who equated an ingredient of the covid vaccine to the devil because it contained some parts of the word Lucifer. Does that mean Don is now a bad person because he’s friends with these people? Why isn’t he getting any heat for his friendships with them? Why isn’t he being held accountable for what they’ve done and said? Oh right, because he’s not a white fave. So people don’t care one way or the other, which brings me to my next point. 

I can guarantee you that if Sebastian’s gf or Paul or this co-founder were not associated with Sebastian in any way, nobody would give a shit about her wearing a kimono, about Paul doing black face, or about the co-founder/organization being blue lives matter supporters and in that lies the actual problem. Being critical of people and their actions should be consistent and should happen all the time -- not just when they interact with your white fave. That’s when it becomes performative and looks like you just want to be able to show internet people that you follow/support/stan unproblematic celebrities, when really, you don’t care.

I think the moral of this post is that I think it's unfair to hold a complete stranger to a standard that I cannot hold myself to. I also don't view celebrities the way most teenagers/twenty somethings do, and that’s because when I entered fandom we didn't have social media, so I grew up with a wall between myself and said celebrities. There is no wall now with the presence of social media. "Fans" nowadays have a weird ownership feeling over celebrities because they can read their personal thoughts or view personal pictures and think that they have this personal quasi-friendship with them. I can't get on board with that. I prefer having the wall and I still keep the wall.

If supporting Sebastian makes you uncomfortable, then by all means, stop supporting him. Just make sure you are making this decision for yourself based on credible sources and concrete evidence and that you're not letting this fake woke activist mob make you feel uncomfortable. Internet activism means nothing unless you put your money where your mouth is in your real life and 90% of the social justice internet warriors do not. Real activism is bigger than changing your avi to a black square.

[totallynotbat]

Emerald Cheer

Summary: After an argument with Wilbur. Technoblade finds Phil in distress. 

Warning: Swearing, possible stress attack, arguing and angst. 

Relationship is Platonic only! Don’t tag as ship fic!

A Note: Takes place after Wilbur gets revived and after Fundy and Phil have their conversation about the letters. 

“Thanks for talking Fundy.” Philza weakly smiled at the Fox. 

“No problem Phil. It’s a lot to take in, but you know what you need to do, and so do I.” Fundy smiled, walking away from the avian hybrid.

The two said there goodbyes as Phil walked over to destroyed L’manburg. When an voice broke the silence. 

“Phil?” 

Phil, silently sighed and turned his head, looking over at his revived son. Wilbur.

“Will…” Phil’s tone was happy, but monotone. Almost stern.

“So erm, what was the conversation with Fundy about?” Wilbur asked, worried about Phil’s tone.

“…Come, follow me mate, I’ll tell you once we get there.” 

The two walked for awhile, eventually they made it to the winter cabin. Philza sitting on the couch with Wilbur across from him. 

“Wilbur, I’m gonna be serious with this now.” Phil sternly said. 

Wilbur didn’t like that tone, but he understands. “Go on.” 

“Did you lie to me?” 

Wilbur blinked. “What?” 

Phil spoke slower, never breaking his glare. “Did you lie to me, in the letters.” 

Wilbur sputted. “Phil, why would I do that, your my dad.” 

“Cause Fundy told me about everything that happened. After we found a ruined L’manburg flag.” Phil crossed his arms, obviously upset. 

“Phil, what I said in those letters were true.” Wilbur said. “You know I wasn’t in the right mind set.” 

Phil got up instantly. His head low and fist clenched. 

“Right mind set, yeah so not telling me about Schlatt, Tubbo being executed.” 

Wilbur stood up as well putting a hand on the avian hybrids shoulder. “Phil-“ 

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Phil swatted Wilbur’s hand off. “You should have told me sooner Wilbur!” He shouted. “You knew I was there!” 

“Yeah leaving us, you were barely there, not even to check in!” Wilbur shouted back. “Don’t you think you’re blowing things out of proportion!!!” 

“Blowing things out of proportion?” Phil angrily sputtered. “If anything you’re using people against you!” 

“Your one to talk Mr Doomsday and go live with Techno for months on end!!!” 

“You blew up L’manburg as well, don’t be using Techno against me!!!” 

“He’s our enemy!” Wilbur pushed Phil a bit back, noticing how Phil’s hat and hair was shadowed over his face.

“HES MY FRIEND!” 

Phil’s wings opened up, one being damaged, other one being fine. Tears at the tips of his eyes, angrily growling at Wilbur, his hair over his one eye.

Silence, that’s all there was between them. Until Wilbur spoke up, heading towards the door.

“You damn well know what happened back there. All the letters were true for me at least. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for you.” 

With that Wilbur stormed out, slamming the door shut, a large bang echoed through out the cabin.

Phil sat back on the couch. Not saying anything, just blankly stared at the floor, taking in everything. 

“Wilbur is right…I was never there…for any of them…” Phil thought. “I even hurt others, what was the point anyway…”

Phil sat taking in everything ever since he joined, he’s been through hell. Was Wilbur right? He did hurt other people but it was just to send a message-

“I’m sorry…” 

Phil collapsed right on his stomach, his arms tucked in front of his face, his bucket hat dropped onto the floor. If you listen you could hear muffled sobs. Pleas of “I’m sorry” ringing through the air. Phil’s kimono drooped over him, him curled up onto the couch, tears strolling down. He couldn’t fix anything, the damage was done. 

Only one thought rang through:

I was never there, I caused enough damage already.

~

Techno walked into the cabin. Immediately his ears perked up upon the sounds of…crying?

He walked into the living room. Only to see Phil curled up on the couch, the sobbing getting louder, muffled even.

“Phil!” Techno called out. Running over to the avian as fast as possible. 

“Phil?” Techno nudged the avian, who looked up at him. 

“T-Tech?…” Phil wearily said. His voice was a bit hoarse and sore, his blonde hair being messed up, his wings wrapped around him protectively. As dry tears strolling down his face.

“Phil, what happened?” Techno asked, the avian sitting up on the couch. Techno squeezing Phil’s wrist. “Are you okay?”

Phil prooced to explain everything, from Wilbur’s revival, the conversation with Fundy and the argument with Wilbur. To say Techno was stunned and angry was an understatement. But revenge doesn’t matter, what matters was comforting Phil. 

“It’s alright Phil, you two can sort it out later.” Techno sighed and pulled the avian hybrid into a hug.  Phil laying his head on Technos chest. He accepted the hug, but was still hurt from earlier. 

Techno and Phil chatted for a bit about their recent travels. Before eventually Techno had an idea that could work. He silently smirked and skittered a hand through Phil’s neck.

Phil arched his shoulders up, lightly giggling. “Tehehehehech!” He chuckled, squirming a bit.

“Yeah Phil?” Techno teased, scribbling across a sweet spot on his neck, then going up and down around it.

Phil’s laughter went up an octave, his wings flapping wildly. “Ehehehehehe It Ticheheheles!”

“Oh I’m aware.” Techno smirked, tusks showing as he grabbed Phil’s wrists pinned it down and scribbled across Phil’s underarm quickly. Phil squeaking and giggles bursting out. 

“GHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” He shook his head wildly.  

Techno stopped, giving Phil some time to breathe. Phil getting up to place his kimono over on the hanger. Techno took this as a chance and quickly and silently walked towards Phil. 

Phil didn’t even have a chance to take it off before a tingling sensation on his hips made him yelp. Techno squeezing Phil’s hips quickly. 

“EHEHEHE! TEHEHEHECH! NOHOT THEREHEHE!” Phil squeaked, leaning back towards the floor from the surprise attack. Techno luckily catching him, holding him down. 

“I gotcha buddy, don’t worry.” Techno smiled at Phil’s giggles and struggles to escape. 

“ITITIT THIHIHICHLES!!!” Phil squealed, becoming more with the floor.

“Blood for the Blood God, Phil!” Techno smirked, wiggling his fingers into his ribs before squeezing his hips again.

“GAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!! STOPOPOP ITIT!!!” Phil cackled, attempting to stand up straight didn’t work to well. He was forced to lie there and take it. 

Techno stopped eventually, allowing Phil to breathe for a bit. Before long, Phil was sitting up back towards Techno. 

Techno placed an arm around Phil’s stomach, pulling him back towards him, Phil’s head on his chest, taking his other hand and scratching the base of Phil’s wings. 

Phil squeaked but placed his hands over his mouth. Attempting to hold back his bubbly laughter. 

“Attempting not to laugh? Come on Phil, it’s just us.” Techno teased. Scratching Phil’s stomach where his hand was. 

“Ehehehe!” Phil chuckled into his hands.

Techno smiled at that. Poking around Phil’s stomach before taking a feather from Phil’s wings, that had fallen off from earlier and stroking it across the sensitive skin. 

“GAHAHAHA NOHOT THEHE FEHEHEHETHERS!” Phil squealed, hiccups peppering in between. 

Techno stopped with the feathers, quickly running his hands behind Phil’s ears. Noticing how black feathers were behind it, Phil feeling a part of his neck, which was covered. His hands black covered in black feathers and in the form of claws.

“Augh, sorry mate, avian form is showing…again.” Phil sighed, puffing up his wings a bit.

“Phil, your fine, it’s apart of you, we’re both hybrids, I’m used to instincts from you and me.” Techno said, carding a hand behind Phil’s ears, smiling at the tiny giggles he got. 

“Besides you laughing is adorable.” Techno teased, scribbling behind Phil’s ears with one hand and his neck with the other. 

“Shuhuhuhut!” Phil giggled, a blush showing on his face. Attempting to hide it behind his hands. “Ehehehehehe!”

“You can’t hide your face Phil!” Techno cooed, scratching Phil’s ribs, stroking between each bone carefully.

“GAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil arched his back a bit, laughing himself silly.

Techno stopped a bit later. Sitting in front of Phil. 

“Mind if I try a few things? I’ll go soft on you after.” Techno asked, watching Phil closely, not wanting to force him. 

“Be my guest, just be careful…” Phil replied shyly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Techno smirked an evil grin. Wiggling his fingers a bit, which made a wobbly grin appear on Phil’s face. 

Techno held down Phil’s legs, scratching across his thighs quickly. Techno smiled upon Phil breaking into laughter instantly.

“Hehehehehe!” Phil giggled, kicking his leg out a bit. 

Techno smiled then prooced to squeeze his thighs rapidly.

“EHEHEHEHEHE TEHEHEHECHNO!!!” Phil squealed, kicking out his legs to try and slow the sensations.

“Yeah Philza?” Techno teased, scribbling across Phil’s sides. 

“ITIT FUHUHUHCKING THIHIHICHLES!!!” 

“Oh I know.” 

Techno luckily stopped, giving Phil a bit time to breathe. Before going behind him, Phil knew what was coming. 

“Don’t you dare Tech, don’t you- EHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil squealed upon Techno scribbling across the base of Phil’s wings. Chirps and small tweets peppering in. 

“Your cawing like a bird. That’s adorable!” Techno cooed. Wiggling his fingers into the joints. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHP WEHEHE AHAHRE BOHOHOTH HYBRIDS YOHOHOU JEHEHERK!!!” Phil squealed in between the chirping.

“Jerk? If I was a jerk! I would do this!” Techno blew a raspberry right into where his wings met his skin. Phil’s wings dropped like deadweight as his laughter came back full force, cackling breathlessly. 

“TEHEHECHNO! NOHOT THEREHEHE OHOHOH GOHOHOHOD!” Phil cackled, almost like a scream. He could not handle that spot to save his life. Tears beginning to form on his face, as Techno began scribbling at that spot, blowing a raspberry on his neck.

“TEHEHEHECHNO STOPOPOP ITITS TOHOHO MUHUHUCH-GAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!!!” Phil squealed, snorts and hiccups peppering in.

Techno lightly trailed across Phil’s back, the avian hybrid arched his back in response, softly giggling, attempting to calm himself down. 

“You good there Phil?” Techno asked, as Phil layed his head on the piglin. 

“Yeheheah…” Phil giggled, he’d practically melted into the tickling. 

Techno looked over, it was practically dark out. “Mind if I keep going, I’ll go easy.” 

Phil thought for a few, slightly nodded, tapping Techno on the leg. Techno looked down at Phil’s small smile. 

“Thank you…I needed this…” Phil mumbled. 

Techno smiled and nodded. “Of course Phil.” 

Techno lightly teased Phil’s ears, scribbling behind them. Phil rested his head on Technos chest, attempting to muffle his chirps peppering in between the light giggles, his wings resting at his sides. 

Techno changed spots and trailed behind Phil’s sides, going lightly across his ribs. Phil lightly chuckling, a small pink blush on his face, chirps and giggles peppering in. 

“Tihihihihickly…” Phil sleepily mumbled.

Techno lightly traced his back, smiling at the giggles. Phil eventually fell asleep, resting his head on Techno. 

Techno smiled, picking up Phil and setting him down on the couch. Grabbing the nearest blanket, placing it on the avian. Eventually, Techno sat down, Phil curling up, laying his head on Technos chest. 

Technos pulled the blanket towards Phil more, smiling looking over at the “Friendship Emeralds”, aka the ones he named for Phil and him, was on the counter. 

Techno looked back at Phil, smiling before Techno lightly mumbled something to him before falling asleep.

“I promise, if you feel like that again Phil, I’ll keep you safe, Emerald Cheer if you will.” 

[chil2de]

hi yes the benimaru fic i mentioned earlier— fire force fandom will you let me in please??🥺🥺 i don’t know what i’m dealing with fanbase wise mmfldjfj sometimes it feels like i’m head over heels for bens by myself so... i’ll drop this here for now.. see how it goes and i’ll continue w/ a second part if ff isn’t dead

nsfw themes throughout, so please read my disclaimer if you’re new. enjoy :)

w.c: 1.7k, characters: 9.6k (incl spaces)

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there’s a certain sluggish quality that plagues your movements. it’s not fatigue or incompetence. or so benimaru would hope.

his mix matched gaze glosses over your unnecessary movements. that extra exhale you hiss, the additional bat of your eyelashes and the excessive perspiration that drips onto the earth below.

“stop.” he commands, tone low and stern as it pierces through the open air.

“huh? captain shinmon, i’m fine. we can keep going.” you huff through laboured breaths, pausing to gasp and drink in the plentiful oxygen around you.

“it’s one thing if you’re overworking your muscles. it’s another if you’re running a fever. go inside.”

“b-but captain-“

benimaru shoots you a dead stare, keeping his statement rooted deep where he stands.

judging by the bruises that adorn your knees, you know better than to disobey the captain.

“waka! have you seen (l/n)?” konro lingers in the doorframe of the main communal area, gaze scanning for one of his colleagues.

“she’s in her room. why?”

“her room? she has a few errands to run. is she feeling okay?”

“she’s running a fever.” benimaru exhales, shifting to get up from the table. he lightly scratches the back of his neck, adorning that usual aloof facial expression.

“in the middle of summer? how’d that happen?” konro chuckles through a small glimpse of bewilderment. of course he’d be concerned for one of his best recruits.

“hell if i know. what do we need? i’ll head out.”

if anything, benimaru is probably the sole reason why you’re running a fever. why he subjected to railing you underneath water that felt like it was nearing sub-zero was beyond you. it’s not like he’s about to admit he enjoys fucking his special little fire soldier. how he relishes and engrains the sight of your fucked out facial expression deep into his head, burning the image into his retinas. shit, you wouldn’t be surprised if the reason why he sometimes spaces out is because of you.

it’s always been blatantly obvious that you’re the captain’s favourite, no matter how much he denies it and how many glares he shoots at the people from other companies. you’re always left apologising for his behaviour, attempting to keep a straight face.

for the one time you dragged him out to patrol with you, and the amount of incessant whining, complaints and bribes you offered your captain, after a full month of lovely slow burn he decided to come along with you. he just up and left, had the audacity to turn around and ask you why you’re still standing there. benimaru always kept his distance to yours close, in fact the separation was almost minimal. you could feel his shoulders ghost over you.

every time he noticed someone staring at your figure for a little bit too long to be deemed appropriate, he hissed a scoff of distaste. at around the third or fourth person, you were already forced to deal with his short temper.

“what the hell are you gawking at? mind your damn business.”

but sure. apparently you’re not his favourite.

he can scoff and complain all he wants, but that won’t stop him even now from lazily snaking his hand around to his favourite baby girl’s waist. to him, this seems like the most normal thing.

“how else is she going to stand upright? she’s all stick and bones, the wind will knock her right over.”

okay, benimaru. you keep telling yourself that. even when his fingers feel an itch every time they’re not touching a part of your skin. he tends to get a whole lot more mouthy and irritable every time you’re not around, too.

hell, even his own townsfolk pick up on the fact that he’s out and about more. rounds that he always left to the lesser important underlings became more commonplace, especially with you by his side.

but the things that go on behind closed doors?

his peppermint red eyes that haunt your mind, infiltrating your very thoughts. you could be minding your business, going on about your day until you get an abrupt flicker of his mundane tic-tac-toe gaze staring up at you from in between your thighs.

you could be taking care of hinata and hikage, entertaining their antics when you feel the weight of benimaru’s stare burn holes into your uniform.

you could be doing your daily sparring with the captain. in the zone, breath held and blood stream steady until you remember the feel of his hot tongue trailing along the side of your neck. for someone who seems to be stuck in a perpetual state of sadness, you always catch the arrogant smirk that pulls at his lips.

“thinking of something?” he’ll cock his eyebrows, using the distraction to take a jab to your gut.

you groan, stirring around in your bed. you hate him, hate that stupid half lidded gaze of his. you hate how soft his wavy jet black locks are. the way the strands tug and bend whenever you try to yank his face away from your cunt. you run your fingers through your hair in a valiant yet futile attempt to free your thoughts from your captain. it’s only three o’clock in the afternoon, and you haven’t done anything but reminisce about your lover for the past hour and a half.

a meek and uneven sigh hisses from your lips. your eyes screw open and you flinch at the hard sunlight that pours in from the window. as you use the inner portion of your elbow to shield your gaze, you catch glimpse of a very familiar figure in the doorway.

“captain shinmon?” you inquire, propping yourself up onto your elbows. he closes the door behind him. you’re certain that you looked like a loyal dog sat panting and wagging its tail upon discovering the return of their owner.

“excited to see me?” he remarks in a flat tone, opening the grocery bag he’s carrying before setting a few things down onto your nightstand. it’s mostly medicine, though he snags a few of your favourite snacks and drinks. there’s also one of those fascinating green tea bottles that you buy at the vending machines, except they’re served piping hot.

“how’re you feeling?”

“i told you i was going to get sick if we had the water that cold.” you huff, averting your gaze in a fit.

“not my problem you can’t take a little temperature difference”

“a little? that shit was freezing! how the hell can you take water that cold?”

“how can you not?”

you chuckle a little, shifting to stare up at the ceiling.

“don’t you have paperwork to do?”

“you know i don’t do paperwork. sure as hell not gonna start doing it now.” benimaru huffs, kicking his boots off by the door. you can hear his clothes rustling and your head snaps to face him. he shoots you a glare, as though to scold you. it’s dripping on his face. ‘really? you’re so eager.’

“move up.” he cocks his head to the side, motioning for you to move over. you shift up, room spinning a little too much for your tastes. the mattress dips with his weight and his right arm (our left) reflexively hangs in the air for you to dip your head into the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet. he discards his navy kimono, the article of clothing hangs on one of the hooks at the back of your door. it’s probably not much comfort for him to be relaxing in a bed with half of his uniform still on.

you squish your face against his hard chest, head rising and falling in time with his breathing. the said arm relaxes and his hand rests against your shoulder. subsequently, you realise this is the first time you’ve seen him fully without his kimono on. at the very least, he’d still have the other sleeve on.

benimaru notices your blatant staring at his other arm. he can’t comprehend why you’d gawk at it now, since he’s used it plenty of times to choke you.

he hums a small ‘hm’ in question, asking you what you’re so fascinated about. you can feel his voice thrum and rock against his chest, it sends small shivers licking your body that he doesn’t miss.

“you look so funny without your kimono on. why don’t you wear it like this more often?” you drag your nails softly against his biceps. there’s a small groan that hisses from him. as you await his response, you outline a large vein that runs from his upper arm and trails down all the way to his wrist.

“i get cold easily.”

“then why did you take a shower with me?”

“are you hearing yourself?”

surely a little bit of his body temperature was enough to sacrifice. even if it meant he was sneezing a little bit and shivering afterwards.

“seriously? you can take a tranquiliser but you can’t stand a little cold?”

“you’ll make a shitty wife if you can’t even keep me warm.”

“beni!” you hiss at benimaru in appaul, craning your face up to guffaw at him. the manners on him sometimes are despicable.

you pout, shifting your upper weight to flick benimaru in between his eyebrows. he screws his face in mutiny, lips curled into a scowl.

you and him both know that if it were anyone else flicking him like that, they’d be sent crashing through six different blocks of houses down the street.

“oi.” he warns you, tutting.

“konro come by and work some voodoo magic bullshit on you? ‘cause you’re testing your luck by pissing me off. you’re such a menace when you’re sick, it’s unbelievable.”

you hum in awe, inching your face closer towards his. there’s a wave of mockery that paints your face green and you can only laugh at the unrest that swirls in benimaru’s eyes.

he won’t have his pet talking down to him like that. no, no. that just won’t do.

“oh? really? you want me to do it again?” you flash him a cocky smirk, digits curled into a flicking position. you rest the bridge of your middle finger against benimaru’s forehead, slicking some of his charcoal stained locks out the way.

his left hand flies to catch your hand in an instant. with just two of his fingers, he can wrap himself around your wrist. his touch is assertive, firm. he can drag you the fuck away from him as he pleases, but there’s no real malice or force behind him just yet.

“yeah? try me.” he barks, peering down at you through his lashes.

you just might.