#lord Shiba

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

Not enough people talk about how shitty Mentor Ji and Lord Shiba (Lauren and Jayden’s father) is.

Dude fr set his 5-7 year old son up as monster bait hoping that the monsters will hunt Jayden down and try to kill him all to protect his daughter.

Like that’s got to fuck Jayden up knowing that his father give no shits about his wellbeing and cared more about his sister than him. (Also Japan is a deeply patriarchal society and to have a daughter be considered over the son means that the son is useless or just so unworthy that it’s better that his is dead or disowned than be in charge) And Ji perpetuated this by making sure Jayden knew he was second rate place holder who is easily replaced. Not only that it’s shown that literally everyone but the other rangers knew he was the second son/place holder. (As Urther pendragon (another major AH) once put it “he isn’t worthless he is just worth less.”)

And Jayden is quite literally a Child soldier made by his dead father. Trapped in a house with little to no contact to the outside world to prevent distractions from the Plan. That Plan is that Lauren goes to master the symbol while Jayden draws the Nighlock away by goading them into fighting/killing him. And when Lauren returns Jayden is to leave immediately to prevent sibling infighting/power grab. Imagine telling this to a 5 year old, a 7 year old, a 12 year old, a 15 year old.

Like “Hey! So your sister was sent away to do a very important task and to make sure she succeeds in her very very important task you need to be a soldier and die for her no matter what! Oh also when she comes back you need to leave the only home you know immediately so that you aren’t tempted to challenge her or the other people in the house reject her for you because you aren’t a real Ranger you are just her place holder thus they can’t follow you over her. You got that? Good! You’re such a great brother.” Like???????

Not only that but at the end every one got a happy ending BUT JAYDEN. The other rangers got to leave and return to their lives. Antonio left AGAIN (after crushing so hard for 15!!!years!!!!) to go fishing around the world and go back home. And Lauren got to leave. Lauren got to pack up her stuff and decide to travel the world to find herself and her new purpose. (Good for her!) BUT What did Jayden get? To sit on a bench in the same damn house he was trapped in for his entire life with the man who trained him to die. He gets to sit there. AND CONTINUE TO TRAIN AND BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR ANY NIGHLOCK THAT MAY COME BACK!!!THATS IT!! THATS WHAT HE GETS!!! HE WILL DIE IN THAT HOUSE NEVER KNOWING THE OUTSIDE WORLD BESIDES WHAT HE SAW WHEN HE WAS FIGHTING OR WITH THE TEAM. THATS HIS ENDING!! AND WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY FOR HIM FOR THIS????

JAYDEN ENDS EXACTLY WHERE HE STARTED ABANDONED ALONE AND TRAPPED IN A HOUSE AND HIS DUTY

ALL BECAUSE OF HIS FUCKING FATHER AND MENTOR JI

Jayden has DADDY ISSUES AND THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN EXPLORED MORE

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

It was the fact that they were SO ready. 😭

Like they had the comeback registered in their minds already 🤦🏾‍♀️😭

[mothwingwritings]

Taiju Shiba is the kind of man that mercilessly makes fun of you if you request a specific brand or type of something from the store (like you only use a specific type of shampoo, or you will only eat one particular brand of a certain kind of food) but he will also drive all around town until he finds that precise item, and will buy their whole damn stock to bring home to you.

[shibaleeart]

scribbles I dont plan to finish [🎵]

[augment-techs]

[seraphdreams]

god i’m thinking about sacrilege with pastor!taiju.

showing up to his church with only dick on the brain. watching as his deep voice bellows within sermons and you just can’t get over how big he is—so big. heading to him after a service to have a personal one on one talk at the altar. your pretty eyes filled with malicious innocence as you pout through your words. “you’re such a good speaker, pastor.” it earns a smile from him followed with a note of how long he’d be preaching for. he doesnt notice how you bite your lip, slowly nodding your head.

“well, practice does make perfect.” and it surely does. it feels good to have his full attention, you just want more and more. “you’re not busy, are you? i’d like to make a personal confession.”

oh, how pretty you look with your eyebrows furrowed as if you actually had some sort of concern, he can’t help but give in. it’s his job to set you on the right path. “a personal confession? let’s go to the back then.”

he doesn’t even realize. he doesn’t even know, the thoughts in your head of how badly you want to be on your knees—not praying to some higher power, you could care less about that—but sucking his cock, ruining that shield of chastity he thinks he has.

you’re the devil in disguise.

[drawnaghht]

hmmm one thing I really like in SR, is how most of the body types we see are fairly stumpy/strong or just overall, don't feel fragile (since they're based on animals moreso than humans, I suppose that must be the influence there)

The only characters who we could even call "skinny", are Usagi himself, and then the Shogun, lord Kogane (who is short under that outfit of his). Both their body-shapes are still different (Yuichi's triangle shapes VS Kogane's bell-shape) but are also more-or-less closer to that stick-figure shape we don't see in the other characters

usagi and kogane

vs the other cast

since it's primarily a more "action anthro" or "funny animals" show, but also 3D, it's sorta nice to see this change of pace compared to other modern cartoons where the girl or women characters are always skinnier or less bulky, even if they do action, or often even male characters will be the same height/similar body type and there's not as much variety in the cast. But here they're all different animals so it's a nice excuse to add more variety according to character and inspirations heh. Now, with Chizu and and Kitsune, they might not be very bulky, but they are at least the bare minimum of "very ordinary-looking body types) and also different heights from each other. With Gen and Toshiko on the other hand, even if it's a cost-saving method to keep the budget for the heavier/costlier and more necessary scenes, I like that Toshiko is allowed to basically, be just a person but in a way that's realistic for this world, so she's still the same build as Gen and the rest of her family, with the only difference being that she wears ear-rings as a show of character.

also, like I'd said b4 in an older post, I appreciate they didn't do the "boobs on animals" design choice either (all the female cast, but especially characters like Chizu or Toshiko) cuz well, it's not a game or something hyper-realistic, but also, seems like the visdev crew was really smart and aware abt this sorta stuff. So with the exception of Lady Fuwa, the rest of the female cast do not really have detailing or design aspects that would make them seem close to cartoons or 3D games that do add more visible chests to their anthro characters (like, for whatever reason, it could be anything). just a nice change of pace.

tho I guess like, it *is* aimed at kids, so the designers were aware of some of this stuff probably and steered the designs into something easy-to-draw (I'm thinking of visdev and storyboards) as well as model and animate.

[homoerotic]

its literally so funny seeing bg3 fans be like "LARIAN CAN WE PLEASE ROMANCE RAPHAEL" did you even play the game? raphael doesnt want your instabaddie high elf tav stupid. he fucks a cambion that looks like himself. you are nothing to him, like actually.

[soulcloudy]

another hakkai as alisa fanart! (she’s wearing her fighting suit again)

the G-corporation chairman ordered that a fighting capable android was made after the image of his deceased sister. Because Mitsuya knew her in the past, he decides to take on the project.. when Hakkai is brought back to "life", they meet again.

she should not be able to "feel" and "love". Has Mitsuya created her that way by accident? Has she gained consciousness somehow?

canon: in tekken, alisa is a fighting android created by a scientist to look like his deceased daughter. Alisa’s purpose is to serve the G-corporation and protect Kazuya, i think? Also, Alisa falls in love with Lars so we know she’s capable of that.. i still don’t know 100% of her lore but just enough so i can add my own.. mitsukkai sauce..

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Omg omg omg I cannot stop looking a this. I have to walk away from my desk and tan girl in a room in private. LOOK AT THEM!!! they are so beautiful I can describe the emotions I’m feeling right now like my heart stopped seeing them both!! Loook at hakkia!!! Loook at taiju. Like you both know y’all so fine.

Happy Birthday Taiju! P3

Last year I drew him with Hakkai while shit was going down in the manga. I wanted to draw Taiju in a scenario he would like to be in on his birthday.

This year, I got new knowledge and inspiration. It's difficult to come up with a gift for a rich man, but I bet he would love to spend a day at the beach with his brother and their girlfriends? STOP TEASING!!! So I guess this is becoming a mini-tradition now? I wonder how things gonna be next year.

I may make this day a bank holiday for myself.

If I don't disintegrate, I'll do part 4.

[bones4thecats]

Hey there Bones! Is it okay to request Tokyo Revengers Draken, Taiju, Hakkai and Hanma with a short and shy Reader that worry about them whenever they get hurt and the Reader patches them up. At one point Reader ends up crying because they're worried their boyfriend might die.

If this is too much you don't have to do it.

Shy! S/O Crying In Fear Of Their Life

Type of Writing: Request Character: Draken Ryuguji, Taiju Shiba, Hakkai Shiba, and Shuji Hanma Name: Shy! S/O Crying In Fear of Their Life Requester: @koushiro23

A/N: This nearly made me tear up. This is why I don't have a boyfriend myself U-U

Spoilers for: Tenjiku Arc

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🐲 Draken knew how upset you would get whenever he would come over with injuries all bandaged up

🐲 He understood that you cared for his being like how one would care for their spouse, and he couldn't blame you, he couldn't fathom the thought of you being injured in a similar fashion

🐲 But, during a recent fight, he had quiet a few injuries and your home was nearby. So, he called you up and told you he was coming over and you might wanna ready some bandages

" Why? Oh god, did you get into another fight?! Are you alright, Draken?! " " Yeah, just bleedin' a little. I'll be by in a couple, okay? Don't worry. " " Yeah, okay... see you. "

🐲 Rushing around your home, you were glad your family wasn't home at the moment, since seeing their child's boyfriend come in with injuries would make them go on-edge

🐲 Once you heard your front door open and your boyfriend call out your name with obvious strain in his voice, you came out with a pillow and blanket

🐲 Draken sat down on your couch as you wrapped the blanket around his legs, making sure he was warm and you ran in and out of the room carrying bandages and whatnot

🐲 As you continued to cover his minor injuries, he noticed that you would stiffen and sniffle every time you saw a new cut

" You okay, love? " " Oh lord... Draken- why on Earth do you do this shit? You know how much I fear losing you! Why do you keep doing this?! I just- I can't even bear the thought of you getting hurt and then, you not... you not coming back to my embrace... "

🐲 Tears swelled up in your eyes as his widened in shock before looking down in shame. Why did he do this? For Mikey? He guesses, he also just wants to keep you safe, and establishing his dominance helped

🐲 He sighed and wrapped his arms around your midsection, pulling you onto his lap as he kissed your forehead, making a silent promise for only you to hear

" I'll try to be more careful, okay? " " Okay... " " I love you, Y/N L/N. " " And I you, Ken Ryuguji. "

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🔥 He was beyond upset right now, punching holes into the walls in rage as he heard his followers yelling in the other room

🔥 Why did that damn fight go so wrongly?!

" Taiju- " " WHAT?! "

🔥 He froze in place as he saw your smaller form flinch at his loudness, oh god, why did he just yell at you?! He guesses he was madder than he even realized

" I brought some stuff to fix you up... I figured you still had some sort of injury on yourself... " " Uh... yeah. Sorry for yelling at you, I just- " " I understand. You're under some stress. "

🔥 Taiju smiled lightly at your words as he chuckled, you always had the ability to calm him down from his highs of blood-lust and anger, haven't you?

🔥 Allowing him to find somewhere comfortable to sit so you could come up and bandage his hands up from the multiple holes in the walls, he gritted his teeth as you dragged a rag with alcohol on it across said injuries

🔥 Once you had begun to wrap the final bandages around his knuckles, he looked up at your face, noticing how your eyes were starting to fog over with tears

🔥 You were starting to cry? For what reason?

" Y/N? Are you okay? " " Hm? Oh- yeah. Perfectly splendid. " " Horse shit. I know when my dear S/O is feeling down better than anyone else. What's wrong? "

🔥 Sighing in sadness, you began to rant about how scared you were for him. Some of the hits that their rival gang was throwing at them were scaring you, he could've been killed when that guy pushed a knife through his hand!

🔥 Like, what if he hit an artery? What if that injury got infected and somehow killed him slowly?

🔥 He just sat there holding you in his lap, allowing you to cry into his chest, his Black Dragon's uniform pushed away to the side as he pet your head

🔥 You really were a worry-wart for him, huh?

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☄️ You're boyfriend was not answering any of your calls, and that was starting to scare you deeply. Hakkai always answered you

" C'mon hon, answer me... "

☄️ Nothing.

☄️ It was at that moment where you heard your front door being knocked on. And, grabbing your bat for protection just in case, you looked through the peephole, only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend's short blue hairdo

☄️ Laying the weapon aside, you unlocked the door, opening it so you could take in his beautiful form

" Hey there... " " Oh my god! Hakkai, what happened to you?! " " Just a little scuffle a few blocks down, that's all. "

☄️ Grabbing his arm, you pulled him inside, throwing him onto the couch, you ran into the bathroom. grabbing everything you knew would help him out with his injuries

☄️ Hakkai watched as you sat down on the table in front of him, coating his cuts with alcohol and other stuff to help it get clean and heal before wrapping decently sized bandages around said cuts

☄️ You eventually stopped moving and stared at one cut that was still bleeding, it was a very light amount, but it still scared you

" Hakkai... why do you do this? " " Do what? " " Fight so much? Do you know what could've happened to you?! You could've been killed! I know that may be an over-exaggeration, but, come on! I just- I can't bear the fact that just because of some over-grown bastard I may not see you again... "

☄️ He stared at you and looked into your eyes, now allowing tears to cascade down your cheeks, you were in so much pain

☄️ Hakkai, much like the previous two, grabbed you and pulled you into his lap. And he just brushed his fingers through your hair, shushing you and reassuring you that he was safe

☄️ He wasn't planning on leaving you alone in this world any time soon

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☠️ You and him have had this talk multiple times

☠️ You understood that fighting was a major part of Hanma's life, but why was it nearly every single night now he was coming home with injuries all over himself?!

☠️ Hanma had walked through your door while holding his arm, trying to keep something from you, no doubt

☠️ That was when you pulled him onto the couch and ordered him to stay put

" Ooh~ the midget is getting bossy. I like it~ "

☠️ You glared at your boyfriend over your shoulder and you walked into the bathroom and carried a box of medical supplies outside, making Hanma freeze and sigh

" Baby, I'm perfectly fine. " " I can see the cuts and blood on your head, Hanma. I'm not stupid. "

☠️ Turning on the TV, you turned around and began to make good work of his cuts and bruises, covering those you deemed most possible for infections

☠️ He sighed as s familiar name came on, Kisaki Tetta. He had been hit by a truck and killed while fleeing away from Takemichi and Draken apparently

☠️ This did not shock you, the guy was a lunatic. But then again, you were dating a just-as-bad lunatic

☠️ Like, Hanma nearly killed someone because they tried laying a hand on you while he was standing right there

☠️ But, listening to him rant about his fight with Draken and how Kisaki shot two members of Tenjiku made you grit your teeth and start tearing up

" Woah- uh- babe? You're kinda tearin' up there. " " I know... " " Why are ya' tearing up, if I can ask. " " Why? Because Shuji, what if you had gotten killed like Kisaki?! I don't know what I would be able to do without you here to make me feel safe, to protect me from all those nasty people out there! It's like- if you guys had switched places... I don't know what I'd end up doing... "

☠️ Hanma looked at his covered hand and sighed before standing up and picking you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist

" I do not plan on going anywhere like that soon. And while I may not have the plan fully worked out, believe me babe, I'll always come back to ya'. "

☠️ You smiled and hugged him tightly, making your boyfriend laugh and kiss your neck before blowing raspberries into the flesh

" Now... how about we have some fun, bossy pants? "

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

So I did all of that.... just for you NOT to take the perfume?!?! 😀

[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔗𝔢𝔫⇥ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱɪɴɴᴇᴅ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ!ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ x ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴘɪᴠ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ɪ.ᴇ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 5.8𝚔+ (ɪ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇᴍɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɴᴏ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ.)

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ɪ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ʙʏ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛʜᴇɪꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ-ʙᴀᴘᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ. ɪ ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ. ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴍʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀʀʙ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜɪᴛ. ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ? ᴏʜ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀ/ɴ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛᴜɴᴇᴅ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏᴜʀ/ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ/ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴀʟ/ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ/ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ/ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ/ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴋ/ᴀ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ

You had existed for a millennium as a divine succubus with a human form that would change every century or so. Like any succubus, catching prey was easy and you had countless contracts with humans you barely even remembered. However, over the last few decades you found yourself getting rather bored of the same thing over and over again. So you tried your luck in a place no sane demon would set foot in...churches. Being in a place of worship didn’t cause you to catch fire and scream out an agony like the movies tried to portray. It was more of a nagging migraine that would dissipate the next day which was well worth it when the pay out was turning righteous beings away from their god. You had been to many churches and scored many contracts but you were looking for something harder to obtain. Something that would actually be entertaining and that's when you found it. 

You found him. You were welcomed right into the congregation as another lost soul in search of the correct path. The leader of the congregation and head clergy member was Father Shiba. It wasn't hard to see that he was a devoted man with values that reflect those of his lord and savior. He had a rather aloof personality but was always willing to help guide the sheep in his flock closer to god. It was exactly the fun you had been searching decades for. You waited until you were seen as a regular before moving in for the kill. It was a chilly Sunday night and the service had ended nearly forty minutes before; plenty of enough time for the congregation to have gone home. 

This was the time Father Shiba took for himself; to reflect on the word of god he had preached while lighting a cigarette and inhaling its addictive fumes. It was a vice that wasn't well received between clergy members and the congregation alike. This was the perfect time for him to indulge in a sin he'd repent for once he finished. He took another drag as you rounded to the back of the church.

"My, my Father and here I thought you were nearly god's spitting image." You teased as you leaned against the building.

Father Shiba heard your voice as he blows the smoke out from his lips. He looks over his shoulder and flicks the cigarette butt elsewhere; so much for peace and quiet. 

"What are you doing here? Mass has ended quite some time ago. I figured you've left by now." Father Shiba finally spoke up.

"I was just so moved by the sermon today Father Shiba," You started out. "I was going to ask a favor of you earlier but as always so many of the others flock to you. I wanted to wait for the right time. I was wondering if we could discuss some scriptures and pray together?"

Father Shiba raises an eyebrow at your words. He couldn't deny that you, the newcomer, hadn't caught his attention. You looked to be in your mid-twenties yet the stories the other clergy members had told him made it seem like you had been to hell and back. What troubled you so? As a priest it was his duty to help a lost lamb like you find the light again. He nodded his head and motioned for you to follow him back inside.

"Of course. Come with me." 

You hummed and followed after him back into the church. You passed a few of the clergy members who stayed behind to clean up, pray, and set up for the upcoming week. Father Shiba greeted each one, they greeted him back, and smiled at you as you both passed by. Father Shiba lead you upstairs and down a narrow hall which was lined with various portraits of god, scenes from the bible, and scriptures. Father Shiba continued to walk down the hallway with the confidence of someone who had walked it in hopes to help a lost lamb many times before. He opened the door at the end of the hallway that lead into his office; it was a decent sized room with a small window that overlooked the front of the church. There was oak desk with a leather chair that you assumed he spent many hours praying and looking over the sermon for the upcoming week. 

There was a leather couch on the neighboring wall with a bookcase full of different religious books, scriptures, and binders. In the other corner of the room was a small wooden alter with a statue of Jesus on the cross. He stands to the side so you can walk into the room and he motions over to the couch. You make your way over and sit down as the leather shifts underneath you. You look around his office as you crossed your leg over the other.

"It's quite cozy in here Father Shiba."

Father Shiba makes his way over to sit down on the couch with you. He leans back, resting an arm on the armrest and crossing one leg over the other. His sharp golden eyes studied you, taking in every little detail. He nodded, acknowledging your words.

"Indeed it is. I like to make it inviting for anyone seeking guidance." Father Shiba said before he clasped his hands together. "Now you said you wanted to discuss scriptures and pray with me, correct?"

"Ah yes," You said as you turned to face him a little more. "tonight's sermon about celibacy really spoke to me. But some of the scriptures you read got me thinking. Like Roman 12:1."

"And what precisely about that verse got you thinking?"

"Am I wrong for wanting to have someone and wanting to devote myself to god? I mean the verse says: 'Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship'," You quoted the verse as you tilt your head. "doesn't that mean god wants me to present my body for him and he alone?"

Father Shiba's face didn't change from his usual stoic expression as he listened to you speak. It was a matter of faith and one that he was all too familiar with.

"The verse you speak of is not to be taken literally. It is a call to live a life of service and devotion to God. To offer one's body as a living sacrifice is to dedicate oneself to serving God's will and to use one's gifts and talents for his glory, not to present one's body in a physical manner."

"You make it seem so easy to understand the scriptures Father," You say with a sigh. "I want to live up to god's image but it's so hard sometimes."

Father Shiba's gaze softened slightly as he listened to your words. There was so many lost lambs who said the same thing and even he had struggled for so long to get to where he was.

"Ah, I understand what you mean. It is hard to live a life devoted to God. It takes discipline and sacrifice. But I assure you, it is worth it in the end."

You hummed at his words as you looked around him office for a moment. You stood up and made your way over to the open window. The sheer curtain blowing in the window as you looked down at the courtyard. Some of the other members of the clergy leaving for the night.

"How long have you been a man of the cloth Father Shiba?"

He leaned back fully against the couch as he rested his elbow on the arm of the couch. It had been so long he had to think about it for a minute.

"Mm, a long time. I've been serving the church as a priest for fifteen years." He said as studied you, wondering what you were really getting at.

You let out a low whistle as you turn to look back at him.

"Fifteen years?" You repeat before you lean against the windowsill. "No wonder you have all the answers. It's like this is second nature to you. Almost like breathing." Father Shiba can't help but hum as the corners of his mouth tilt up.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that. It is second nature. Serving God is part of who I am. It's not something that I take lightly."

"What did you do before you were a priest?" You asked and he sighed. A hand running over his face as he shakes his head.

"I was a lost lamb like you once. On the wrong path that god didn't intend for me to take. But the lord made sure I got back on track by opening my eyes and since then I have devoted my life to him and the church." 

"Did you ever want to meet someone and start a family?" You asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I thought about it when I was a bit younger but I soon came to the conclusion that wasn't part of god's plan for me. I have my hands full with running the church and making sure everyone in the congregation is happy."

You nodded your head as you listened to his words. You pushed off the windowsill before you turned to close the window.

"You mentioned in Corinthians that Paul says unmarried people are more focused on the Lord and pleasing him, while married people are more focused on worldly affairs and pleasing their spouse. Do you agree with him then?"

"In my case yes, I do agree with what Paul says in Corinthians. Marriage often brings a new set of priorities and responsibilities, which can make it harder to fully focus on God."

"And in those fifteen years you've been utterly faithful to your Heavenly Father?" You said and Father Shiba raised a brow at your question. Wasn't it obvious? All he could do was nod his head as he watched you close the window. "So does that mean in a little over a decade you've never seen a woman you wanted?" 

Father Shiba's brow now furrows as his lips part to say something but before he can you interrupt.

"In fifteen years you never gazed upon a woman who had fallen to her knees begging for your guidance. Pleading for you to cleanse her from sin and not had the urge to sink into her so you could hear her cry your name?" 

Despite his best efforts to stay composed Father Shiba couldn't help the way his cheeks heated up and he knew there was color starting to rise up in his cheeks. The way you spoke such blasphemes things without a second thought. He shifted on the couch as he suddenly averted his gaze from you. He wasn't going to let you see any hint of vulnerability in his expression. 

"No, I've never thought such things. I am devoted to my faith and serving God. I have not given in to such desires or tempted to stray from my vows." Father Shiba said in a matter-of-fact tone that left no room for discussion on the matter. But for you? Oh it just made you smile. 

"Are you saying you're immune to a woman's beauty then? Never once had that natural urge inside every mortal man to take a woman in a biblical sense? I mean if god made those thoughts natural for mankind to survive, thrive even, then why shy away from it as if it's a sin?" 

Father Shiba takes a deep breath, feeling the heat in his face growing. Your questions were becoming increasingly bold, and you seemed to be pushing his buttons very intentionally. His mind was swirling with conflicting thoughts and feelings. He tried to focus on the words of the Lord, to stay true to his vows and resist the temptation before him.

"I am not immune to a woman's beauty, nor am I immune to temptation. However...I have chosen to deny myself such desires in the name of serving God and living a life of purity and devotion."

"Well if that's the case why would god create such an act if sex is seen as a sin?" You ask as you tilt your head, acting as if you're just so confused by all this.

"It is not a sin for married couples to engage in sexual relations with each other, as long as it is done within the bounds of holy matrimony. However, outside of marriage, sexual relations are generally considered inappropriate and sinful. Especially for those who devote their life to God."

"But god loves all his children does he not? He created sex as a way to bring him glory and worship him fully did he not? So sex in general, if anything, should be explored if it is for Christ." You say as you push off the windowsill and start to make your way over to him slowly.

Father Shiba's expression darkens at your words and his gaze finally moves to you. It was becoming more and more clear that you were not here to pray or have a serious discussion about your faith. You were testing his faith and pushing his buttons intentionally. Yet he refused to let you get the better of him.

"Sex was created by God for procreation and as a means of expressing intimacy and love between husband and wife within the bounds of marriage. It is not a tool to be exploited or used indiscriminately, especially for 'bringing him glory'."

You sigh as you suddenly fall down to your knees before him. You close your eyes and bow your head. Your hands raised up slightly as you clasp them together.

"Forgive me Father...it is why I seek your guidance. Your sermon about celibacy has moved me for that reason. That desire in me continues to grow daily. It's an insatiable hunger. It makes me wonder if I'm even worthy of god's love."

Father Shiba's expression suddenly softens when you suddenly fall to your knees. He could see how sincere you seemed and the conflict within you. He shouldn't have been so quick to judge; maybe you were just trying to understand him. He studies you carefully as he lets out a sigh.

"Little lamb, you are worthy of God's love. You are not alone in your struggles with temptation and desire, but we were born with sin in our hearts. We all face trials and tribulations in this life. The important thing is to seek guidance, confess your sins, and to strive to live a life that brings glory to God."

He watches as you lift your head up and his eyes widens slightly when he sees the tears in your waterline. Your bottom lip wobbles as if you were just a moment away from crying. He can't deny that it tugs at his heart strings.

"If I confess my sins to you will god forgive me Father Shiba?"

"God is merciful and willing to forgive all sins if we sincerely repent. Confessing your sins to me is a step towards seeking forgiveness from God. I will listen and offer guidance and support, but it is ultimately up to you to seek forgiveness and turn away from your sins." Father Shiba says in an even tone and you nod your head as you put your hands on the wooden floorboard and start to crawl towards him. 

"Please help me with my affliction Father Shiba. You seem to understand my soul when you speak the words of god to the congregation."

Father Shiba shifts against the couch again as he tries to brace himself for your next move. He wasn't sure how this was going to go. His mind was starting to race. All he could do was offer you the same support he always offered to the lost little lambs in his flock.

"L-Little lamb, I am here to help. Confess your sins to me and together we shall seek forgiveness from the Lord." Father Shiba said and before he could clear his throat his breath hitches when he feels your hands on his knees once you reach him.

"How should I even start my prayer father? How should I ask for gods help?" You softly ask as you start to gently push his legs part. 

Father Shiba doesn't understand what's happening; everything in him was telling him to stop you immediately. Yet all his body can do is stiff in as if you had some physical effect on him. He tries to remain calm like he was did in challenging moments.

"You can begin by confessing your sins to me, child. Tell me what sins are troubling your heart and mind."

"Forgive me father for I have sinned...I've never confessed my sins to anyone. The desire to get on my hands and knees for a man. To worship him with my mouth and tongue claws at my mind. To use my body and hear his moans like a prayer. It's insatiable Father."

Father Shiba's eyes widen as your words hit him like a ton of bricks. His heart starts to beat faster as he watches you lower your head so your cheek was pressed against his thigh while your hands were clasped together in his lap. 

"Little lamb, you must resist these desires. They are sinful and will only lead to further temptation and harm..."

"Father please...I'm unsure how to resist." You say with a sniffle as you look up at him from your spot between his legs. You nuzzle your cheek against his thigh and you hear him exhale a breath above you.

Father Shiba closes his eyes and grits his teeth as you nuzzle into his thigh, your face pressing against him in a way that sent a wave of physical pleasure through his body. He can feel himself starting to lose control, his hand twitching as it rests on the arm of the couch.

"You must strengthen your faith and resist temptation... these desires are not to be acted upon... you must trust in God and seek forgiveness for having these thoughts.."

"Oh but Father Shiba," You breathe out as you move to his other thigh and nuzzle your face there. You inhaled his scent and you had to keep your mouth from salivating. "why would god allow me to have these conflicting thoughts? Why would he allow my body to feel this hot and achy if it is a sin?"

The switch to the other thigh sends a shiver down Father Shiba's spine, the combination of your touch and the feeling of your breath he could feel even though his cassock was driving him wild. Your words, spoken in so soft and yet seductive tone, make him struggle to keep his composure. He grips the arm of the couch tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fights against the growing desire within him.

"These thoughts and desires are a test of your faith and devotion to God... you must resist them... it is sinful to give in to such lusts.."

"If I fight these thoughts will god love me?" You ask as you start to move your hands under his cassock as your met with the fabric of his black slacks.

The feeling of your hands running up his thighs, rubbing softly against the fabric of his slacks, is becoming unbearable. He can feel his body responding to your touch and proximity, a heat building within him that he's struggling to control. Your question hangs in the air, and he stammers for a moment before finally responding, his voice more strained than before.*

"Yes... if you fight these thoughts and resist temptation, God will love you... it is a test of your faith and your devotion to Him..."

"Will you pray over me Father?" You breathe out as you rise up from the floor and slowly start to climb into his lap. Your lips brushing over the skin on his neck once you get seated comfortably. "I am so frightened these thought will consume me. That I will be too far gone and that god won't love me anymore."

Father Shiba's heart is racing and his breathing is ragged as your lips brush over his neck, your words sending a shiver down his spine. A part of him wants to push you away, to maintain his composure and professionalism. To remain faithful to his vow to god. But the other part - the part that's been growing stronger as each moment passes - wants only to feel more of your touch. He swallows hard and nods his head.

"Yes, my little lamb... I will pray for you... and you will not be alone in your struggle against these thoughts and desires...God will always love you as long as you remain faithful to Him.."

"Even though my mind is filled with such sin right now? He would still love a filthy sinner like me?" You whisper as your lips brush over his earlobe. Your hips shifting against his lap.

The feeling of your lips so close to his ear and your hips shifting against his lap wasn't helping his racing thoughts. The realization that you were sitting on his lap caused the heat growing within him to pool in his lower abdomen. His voice is barely above a whisper as he replies.

"Yes... God loves all his children no matter how sinful they are... as long as you have the desire to seek forgiveness and turn away from your sins, you will always be welcome in his love and mercy..."

"Tell me Father...what's on the mind of a pure man like you? Maybe I can follow your holy example."

Father Shiba's mind is swirling with conflicting thoughts and desires as you start to shift your hips against him. He grabs onto the fabric of the couch desperately trying to hold on to the little bit of restraint that he still has. He can barely focus, his body responding to your close proximity, but he forces himself to answer your question despite how strained his voice was.

"A pure man... a man who is devoted to God... his thoughts are filled with the words of scripture, prayer, and the ways he can lead his congregation towards salvation..." 

"Then why does your body say otherwise?" You whisper against his skin. "It's okay to confess too isn't it Father? Let's repent together."

That's all it took for the fifteen years of celibacy to come crashing down. The fifteen years of being focused on nothing but god's words and helping his lost flock find god. Fifteen years gone.

"Yes... it's okay to confess... we can repent and seek forgiveness together..." Father Shiba whispered, his tone dripping with desire.

He lets go of the couch and moves his shaky hands to your thighs. His fingers moving under the fabric of your dress and he could feel your plush skin in the palm of his hands. You smile against his ear feeling his finally give way to his earthly desires. He can feel his body responding to you, his breath starting to become labored as he continues to slowly slide his hands up your thighs. He needs you, despite knowing it's wrong, he needs desperately has to have you.

"Would you worship me instead Father Shiba...be the deity you sell yourself to?" You as him as you lean back and run your hands up his chest. You want to watch his expression as he answers. 

"Yes," Father Shiba breathed out. "I would worship you. I'd forsake my faith for you." Hearing himself say that he would leave behind his faith in order to workshop her caused the heat in his body to rise up. His hands move to your waist as he started to move you against his clothed hard on. He was so desperate for any kind of contact. He leans in as his lips hovered over your neck; his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I would fall to my knees before you. I'd worship you with my hands and mouth."

Your eyes widened at his words and how it had such a strong effect on you. It had been so long since a human had made you feel this way and a man of the cloth no less.

"You'd forsake your god and sell your soul to me?"

Father Shiba inhales your scent, an aphrodisiac in itself, and his mind is a blur. Clouded with nothing but desire and he doesn't hesitate to not his head. He bucks his hips against you and lets out a wonton moan.

"Yes... I'd forsake everything. My god, my faith, my morals. I'd sell my soul to you...I'd do anything you asked of me."

"All for a bite of the forbidden fruit?" You breathe out as you suddenly rip open his cassock and his white button up shirt underneath. Your eyes landing on his tattoos that were always well hidden under his clothes and it only made you crave him even more. This priest had more to his story than what meets the eye. 

Father Shiba shivers as he feels you tear his cassock open and the cool air attack his warm skin. His breathing comes in ragged gasps and his heart hammers in his chest as he gazes up at you. His need for you overriding all rational thought.

"Yes. I'd do anything. I need you...I need to feel you, taste you, worship you."

You hummed as you listened to his words. You couldn't deny that his words were turning you on more than any other human had before. You started to shift more into your true form as the red little horns started to become more visible; your thin, whip-like tail with the tip shaped like a heart moving about freely. Your large wings spreading out and taking up more space in his office. His admission was all you needed for his soul to officially be yours. You laid both your hands against his bare chest and made sure to mark his skin with your marking. Each succubus having her own distinct marking to let any other succubus know who the victim belonged to. 

He winced at the burning sensation as she engraved her marking into his skin; it was too late for him to turn back now. Not that he was sure he even wanted to even now that he knows what you truly are. 

"Oh Father Shiba how you excite me with your words. Fifteen years of celibacy and you throw it away in a moments notices. You must be touch-starved." You practically purr out and shift your hips against him.

A soft groan escapes his lips as you shift your hips against him again, the words ringing in his ears. He had been trained as a priest to keep his desires in check, to deny his body's needs, but now all the years of celibacy are catching up to him.

"Yes...I am. I'm touch-starved. I've denied myself for so long but I can't resist you. I need you too badly to care about the consequences anymore."

"Oh my dear sweet human," You say as you lean forward and run your forked tongue along the column of his throat. "There is no consequences for lust. Only a reward. A satisfaction you have been depriving yourself of. You prayed to an empty sky before but I will answer all your prayers from now on. Now allow yourself to consume the fruit your deity will present to you."

Father Shiba's breath hitches as your forked tongue runs up his throat, the sensation thrilling, only fanning the flames of need burning within him.

"Please. I need the fruit you offer my salvation."

You suddenly pushed him back onto the couch and you snap your fingers which caused your clothes to practically disappear. Your marking on your lower stomach glowed along with his. The act was about to seal the deal forever. You straddled his face and he wraps his arms around your thighs immediately. His thumbs reaching up and spreading your wet lips apart and he groans. Your natural scent making his mouth water.

"You are unbelievably beautiful." Father Shiba says in a breathless tone. "I need to worship you with my mouth."

With that he starts to press soft kisses against both of your inner thighs, before he leans up to press a soft kiss against your pussy. He needed to worship you. To prove to you that he was worthy to be claimed by you. He lolls his tongue out as he starts to eat the forbidden fruit he hadn't realized he craved until now. You let out a moan as you grabbed onto his hair and started to move your hips against his tongue. He groans against you as you help guide him, his hands gripping your thighs. He savors the way you feel, the way you taste, and the way you smell. 

It leaves his mind with only one goal and that was to please you. He started to flick his tongue against you as he explored more of you with an almost frenzied need. He is worshipping his precious deity. 

"Your tongue feels so good human. Better than I expected." You moan out for him. "Just like that." 

Father Shiba moaned against you and the vibration only served to make you feel even better. His nose brushing against your clit everything he dove his tongue deeper into your cunt. You tilt your head back and moan loudly and you wondered for a moment if you were the one under his spell and not the other way around. You grasp tightening as you grind against his mouth harder and you feel him buck his hips up slightly. You gasp when you feel him start sucking on your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. It was what had you coming undone for him just a few seconds later. His name on your tongue as it lolled out and his nails dug into your skin. 

He easily drank up your sweet nectar and when he pulled away you whined at the lack of contact. You had planned to riding him like you often did with all of the humans you played with. However, you let out a yelp when he suddenly pushed you back onto the couch. He removed his torn cassock along with his ripped shirt, belt, and slacks. Your lidded gaze noticed the mirror behind him and you noticed the big cross tattooed on his back it truly made you wonder who he was. This human had your mind spiraling and it was the first time in a long time. Your mouth watered when he pulled down his boxers and he was left naked before you. 

His toned, tattooed body was something you don't think you'd ever forget. You recalled him saying he had a life before he committed himself to Christ and you wondered if how much he learned during those years before he became a man of the cloth. That thought lasted all of two seconds when he suddenly dove right into your heat. You both moaned in unison and before you could even get use to the stretch Father Shiba was already setting a brutal pace. He grabbed the back of your knees and immediately pushed your knees to your chest. His gaze fixated on the way your pussy took his cock and it was a sight to behold. You reached out a put your shaky hands on his toned thighs and cried out for him.

"S-Slow down!" You whimpered out. Something you had never said before. No human had ever done this to you before. He groaned above you as his lips pulled into a cocky grin.

"You present to me the sweetest fruit known to man and expect me to slow down? I didn't think I had already screwed your brain that dumb." Father Shiba said with a breathy tone and you could see the way your marking started to glow brighter which indicated that you were getting close already.

"M' not gonna last l-long." 

"Already? Figured a succubus would have higher stamina than this. Something we can work on my salvation." Father Shiba grunted out as he started to pound into you more. 

Your nails digging into the skin of his thighs as you couldn't hold open your eyes anymore. Nor could you hold on anymore and you came undone for him with a loud cry of his name. All you could focus on was the sound of groaning above you and the sound of your bodies continuing to connect with one another. He slams into you just a few more times before he moans out and buries himself all the way to the hilt. You feel the way he spills his seed into you and you loll your tongue out. Your eyes rolling back as it feeds your hunger. You usually had to go a few rounds before you felt satisfied but with this human you had done a one and done. You panted as you turned your head to the side. 

You felt like a rag doll and before you could even think to do anything he was already flipping you over onto your stomach. Your nails digging into the fabric of the couch as your body trembled. You looked over your shoulder as he lifted your hips up and he smiled.

"I still have so much to worship my salvation."

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TENOI

old habits die hard

[no-saints-around-here]

Yesterday's Cage for Tomorrow's Prison: Chapter 1

Yandere Shiba Family, Yandere Sano Family with BabyShibaSister!Reader

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heavily inspired by @sinreader 's Promise, and many thanks to @trashybandit for the bigbrain ideas!

tw: heavy incest, pseudo incest, explicit smut, yandere, drugging, sexual assault, heretic religious themes, afab reader, female pronouns, dead dove do not eat

“Our Father who art in Heaven.” His words bounced off the ornately decorated walls of the church, echoing back amidst the crackle of flickering lit candles dancing carefree atop their wax prison. At this time of night, it was only his single large figure that towered over the pews, his head of slicked-back blue hair bowed respectfully in prayer. Despite it not being Christmas quite yet, Taiju found himself having wandered back to the familiar, comforting environment of this holy place. Maybe it was in search of divine guidance through these difficult times, or perhaps it was somewhere he could think and ponder without distraction; God only knew he could use whatever help he could get.

Silence fell once more back over the otherwise lifeless building, blanketing the atmosphere with a heavy grandeur as the figure of an angel simply watched on from the altar, stone eyes devoid of any mercy of the inner turmoil Taiju was going through. The man sighed, dropping his clasped hands, yellow tiger-like eyes turned up towards the ceiling, a silent plea to the heavens. Where to even start? 

You were gone, missing from the penthouse he had called home ever since he had parted ways with Hakkai and Yuzuha twelve years ago. You - their baby sister, the single knot left that still held their broken family together - had vanished during his watch, and had failed to turn back up at the Shiba family home like you usually did. You, the only reason why your three older siblings were still in contact despite everything that checkered their past, the one person they would move the sun to keep you safe and secluded away from the harsh outside, the sole being Taiju held above all else in his heart right next to God. 

And you had abandoned him. Left him and his protection for a godless world. A dark and violent reality.

“Forgive me, Lord, for it has been a-” His usually formidable voice cracked, though the hitch in his tone was quickly swallowed. “A long day.”

The soft silk scarf wrapped around large shoulders was lightly perfumed with the fragrance you always wore, the gentle scent only serving to remind him of your equally kind touch. The last of the Shiba siblings to be born, Taiju had been the one to raise you from the beginning, though you were spoiled rotten by all your older siblings. And having promised his mother on her deathbed to always watch over you, he had always allowed you to do as you will, with you never once having been the target of his discipline. Was it his softness towards you that led you to decide to rebel? Was it his reluctance to ever discipline you like he did Yuzuha and Hakkai? Were you taking advantage of his continued goodwill?

Tai-nii! Up! The memory of your giggle from a time past reverberated in his ears, and if Taiju closed his eyes, he could still see a younger, tinier you - arms raised towards your oldest brother, insisting on being picked on and swung onto those broad shoulders. Your chubby, happy face as you dug into a burger he had bought for you, stopping to offer your big brother a bite of what was supposed to be your treat. Tai-nii, stop moving! You’re going to ruin it! Adorable doe eyes that held all the innocence of a lamb furrowed in concentration as you braided his blue-streaked hair into many tiny braids as he laid there and let you thread flowers right before his gang meeting. And any anger towards you that had begun to surge up into his chest instantly melted away, replaced with a nagging emptiness that felt wrong. He needed to find you, and soon.

But where could you have gone?  “She’s out there, all alone. Cold, hungry, dirty-”

That was an answer he still lacked after a week despite his best efforts, though perhaps all the search parties he had sent out would not return empty-handed this time. After all, Yuzuha, Hakkai and him had been so careful that you were allowed to see, meet and know all your life - he couldn’t think of anyone that you would be able to seek shelter with off the bat.

All his life, every second he had watched over you, your oldest brother had worked so hard to keep you pure, both of mind and body; it was what any good Christian father would have done for you as the Bible had demanded within its blessed pages, and in the absence of their own who was too busy working, Taiju had done it in his stead. And you had been so good for him as well when you were younger, listening obediently to everything he told you and learning eagerly from the person you looked up to the most in all the world, that bright and unsullied gaze filling him with joy. But then you grew up, and with your growth came the questions. The doubt. 

“Tainted.”

He couldn’t keep you home from school, not without arousing unwanted interest from the authorities, but with every passing day, Taiju could only watch as your once pure eyes were clouded over. Fouled, dirtied by filth spewed forth from dirtbags. He had tried his best to keep them away from you in the only way he knew how; the blood of sinners that coated his hands, that splattered across his face and stained his clothes was a low price to pay to warn everyone else away from you. Yet you still continued to stray from the light slowly but surely, first asking why you couldn't watch the television, to why your siblings were so insistent on keeping you at home and in sight when everyone else could ‘go and hang out with friends’, and then slowly progressing to why they were 'ruining your life’. 

Sighing, Taiju stood, dusting off and adjusting his tailor-made suit, handcrafted Italian shoes barely making a sound as the giant of a man made his way across carpeted floors towards the empty altar. It hurt him as much as it hurt you, but he was just doing what was best for his baby sister. Coming to a pause right before the wooden candle-laden table, those beastly eyes turned up longing to gaze upon the angel sculpture. Virtuous, sinfree, divine; you were once his little angel. “I pray that you lead me to my lost lamb, Lord, like how you shepherd your flock to the promised lands.”

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Despite all his protection, you just kept getting older by the day, and the day that he caught the gazes of scum lingering on your behind as he walked you out from the Shiba family compound was the day Taiju had had enough; mere beatings dished out to your unwelcomed company weren’t going to keep you on the right path. The time had come to solve the problem at the root. And even in his memories, Taija had to remind himself that it didn’t feel good. It couldn’t feel good, because it wasn’t like Taiju wanted to do it to you. But he had to do it to you, for your sake. 

Just the sheer thought of some sinner would have their slimy hands touching your delicate skin, fingers dipping into your panties as they touched your lips with that dirty mouth, soiling the purity that your brother fought so hard for- Such a detestable thought that he had to shower again just to remove the ick from his skin. No, he would never let you be taken advantage of, to be tarnished by demons. 

He remembered that he had kept you home from school that day without explanation, instead dressing you up in his favorite white dress and taking you to church. You didn’t question it of course, your head bowed as you listened quietly to his prayer, before compliantly following him home. Neither did you question the drink that the oldest of the Shibas passed over to you, simply drinking it down, washing the glass and putting it away. The sleeping pills didn’t take long to take effect, and it was the first time in a long while since Taiju had seen you in such a peaceful state, your face relaxed as you cuddled into the warmth of his chest, bundled safely in his arms as he carried you upstairs to his room. 

A twinge of guilt prinkled at his chest as the unusually silent man lifted your skirt up to reveal the pristine pair of panties, framed between your silky thighs, though it was mercilessly squashed down - there was nothing to be ashamed of. Because there was no pleasure to it, he told himself: a union under the eyes of the Lord. His unglamorous task of taking your virginity that your oldest brother was undertaking was all for your sake, Taiju reminded himself again and again. To preserve your virtue, to save his little angel from the sinners of the earth, he must.

You were wet between your legs, Taiju had grimly noted, the sticky liquid stretching to form a glistening trail that snapped as he finally peeled your underwear off, the cloth surreptitiously slipped into his pocket instead of being tossed to the side with the rest of your clothes. It was a worrying sign to your god-fearing brother of your slipping righteousness. Where have your thoughts been going? What have you been doing alone? Was he already too late? His distress was somewhat alleviated when he pressed your lips apart to find an unengorged clit, and a quick dip of his finger into your slit alleviated his concerns as you tried to wriggle away from the intrusion into your privates. Good, you weren’t used to the sensation.

Pulling his erect cock out from his boxer, the man lined himself up between your spread legs. But for all his mental preparations, for all the praying he had done in the week leading up to this day, every last thought was lost, ripped away in a sudden violent wind in his mind as he finally slipped the thick head of his cock into you, as he could only concentrate on biting back the satisfied groan that threatened to rip from his throat as he forced himself past your tight muscles. He was stronger than this, stronger than the immediate siren’s call of your warm walls that instantly began to squeeze around his member, adding to your tightness that surrounded him like the demons of the earth. Pressing through and deep into the tunnel of muscles, he finally bottomed out in you, the hairs that decorated the base of his cock like a halo tickling your soft skin.

He didn’t remember it being a particularly hot afternoon, the memory of a cool wind that gently brushed drawn curtains still strong. Yet the beads of sweat clung to his forehead as he began to thrust, pulling out slightly before gently pushing himself back in as far as he could go - a small mercy he granted you for you to be able to adjust to his size. Even in your sleep, you winced, your brow furrowed as tears welled at the corners of your eyes, your legs subconsciously attempting to close around him in an effort to push away the pain though you failed to wake, the sleeping pills keeping you pliable.

“Shhhhhh,” Taiju had soothed you, running one big hand through your hair as he bounced you on his lap, your bare skin barely making a sound rubbed against the cloth of his shirt and pants. 

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A soft soft chime of his phone, and Taiju was shaken from his memories. The gaze of the angel seemed more ominous as the night grew older, surrounded and swallowed at the edges by the shadows as several candles expired. The blue-haired man turned, adjusting the silk scarf around his neck as he left, his footsteps thudding across the worn wooden floor. “Amen,” he mumbled, as the double doors of the church swung close behind him.

He needed to find you, and soon.

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You let out an eep as you were yanked backwards by the strap of your bag, though you never did hit the floor like the scrunch of your body and outstretched limbs had prepared for, instead finding yourself being caught and slowly lowered to rest against a warm wall of muscles. “And where do you think you’re going?” He whispered into your ear, hot air tickling the nape of your neck as Izana’s unblinking violet eyes glanced down at you.

Letting out a sigh, you opted to allow yourself to relax, slumping back against the tanned man as his arms moved to wrap gently around your waist: caught again. Your dreams of a quick jaunter shattered once more. “I-I was just thinking of popping out for some snacks,” you admitted sheepishly. 

You hadn’t even seen him there despite his white, wavy hair being a perfect contrast against the black sofa and dimly lit room, and you could have sworn you looked several times before attempting your getaway. Yet against your mind still screaming for you to move, to flee, to grovel and beg for mercy like you always had to in the not so distant past, it was sheer relief that surged through your veins as you realized that his disappointed tone was all you had to deal with now. Receiving nothing more than a hum for your rebellion still came as an unexpected relief to you where formerly you would have had to bare your buttocks for a spanking, two thick unlubed fingers forced into your tight pucker to make the punishment that much more painful. You shuddered, forcing those foul memories back. Come to think of it, you were definitely glad that your older siblings had remained unaware of your secret…excursions out from under their noses - you would have never gotten to know Izzy if you didn’t, and you would have nowhere to go.

Izana pulled you closer to rest his chin atop your head while you pouted at your foiled outing attempt. No words needed to be exchanged: those empty eyes gazing down at you said everything that needed to be said. Even just across the road was too dangerous alone given what was at stake for you.

The glimmer of the polished front door just a stone’s throw away mocked you from where you now sat amidst the grandeur of the reception room, though you knew that nothing looked like it seemed - that door was heavy, much, much heavier than its wooden facade gave away, and almost too hefty for you to pull open yourself. And it didn’t open straight out into the world you knew, instead leading to the lift that would bring you down to a concealed door hidden within an inoperable freezer in the backroom of a Toman-owned club; it was a when, rather than if, you would have been caught on your escapee.

But still, you tried. "It would have been five minutes tops, just there and back."

The white-haired man barely blinked at your plea, cocking his head to one side. “You want to go back there?”

Wincing at his question, his usually harsh gaze seemed to soften on you; you didn’t quite need the reminder that you were just across town from where you had run away from, nor that your siblings were scouring the city for any sign of you. The four walls of this luxury apartment were where your safety and security was guaranteed, protected from your former Shiba family who seeked to return you to your cage, though the same guarantee couldn’t be extended should you choose to wander out alone. “No,” You mumbled, burying your face into his black jacket, his tanned hand soothingly running through your hair. “M’ sorry Izzy.”

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“Don’t worry about it,” Izana reassured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he cuddled you closer. You smelled…soft, a hard-to-describe yet addictive scent that he couldn’t get enough of. He imagined it would be much like what a newborn would smell to its mother. “What was it you wanted to buy?”

You were the fresh spring rain to his cold, hardened ground, new life to his tainted world like the first seedlings of the year. It was a well-kept secret that Izana had always wanted someone to dote on after the tough life that he had led, someone unblemished by the horrid world who he could lavish his love on and in return receive unconditional love. Someone he could latch onto and leach off and pass on the burden of a purpose to keep living. 

No pet would make the cut, nor would the hassle of maintaining a significant other be worth the risks or cost. And the crime boss had also known exactly what he needed, the same thing that the rest of his adoptive family (no matter how much he resented them at times) also craved for deep down, but it was exactly what they lacked in every regard: a baby sibling. Someone to spoil, someone to light up their world with their innocent doe eyes and toothy smile, someone to simply appreciate their existence and their presence without expecting anything in return. The youngest of them, Emma, was way too old and hardened, and there were no untainted hands left. 

So when you turned up after all these years, anxiously loitering outside one of the many clubs he owned on that stormy night looking like a lost puppy, soaked with nowhere else to go and no one to turn to, Izana knew he had struck gold. Who better to fill that hole in his chest than a new baby sister who had been so sheltered from the dark, despairing world? But you were his, and he so despised sharing.

“I was- I wanted to buy ice cream.”

Izana raised an eyebrow. ‘Ice cream? Do the kitchens not have any more?”

The corners of your lips pulled down further, your voice dropping to a whisper as if to keep a secret. “I wanted to try the one I saw on the TV,” you admitted, burying your head further into his coat in embarrassment. “The kitchens didn’t have that brand.”

He had known you briefly all those years ago, Izana recalled, as he propped you up better in his lap; you had bumped into him outside of your school, striking up a conversation despite him being dressed in his Black Dragon uniform, only to turn white and hurry away abruptly as if realizing something. And it was those innocent eyes, the same that still looked back at him when you blabbered to yourself, that Izana could never quite scrub from his memories every time he convinced you to sneak out to see him, not even after he lost track of you for all these years. Learning of your family explained much of your disappearance for all these years, but still; he supposed he’ll have to thank them for keeping you this pure just for him. You hadn’t even realized you were simply trading one gilded cage for another.

Trailing one hand up your creamy thigh, slowly inching further and further beneath your skirt, it was a complete wonder that you failed to react negatively, if at all. You didn't register it as wrong or weird, Izana mused, violet eyes watching as you enthusiastically described the advertisement that so caught your attention, the solid gold tag engraved with his name hanging from the equally pricy collar around your neck jingling away merrily with each wave of your arms. But he stopped before he had wandered too far up and retrieved his hand - that was for a more suitable time.

Any sane individual would know better than to approach the insanity that was the Sano family, yet you had waltzed into their - his - lives without a second thought, recklessly trading one jail for another all for the possibility of the real family you craved. Bundling you into his deceptively lean arms, Izana stood, setting you carefully back onto your feet. “Come on, I’ll bring you to the store.”

Your expression changed in a moment, the sheer joy at such a simple request being fulfilled amusing to the white-haired man. “Really? I mean, I don’t need it…”

One tan hand came down to gently rap you on your head. “Unless you don’t want it anymore.” 

“No no!” You did a little jig, before shyly slipping your delicate hand into his. “Thanks, Izzy.”

“Just Izzy?” 

“Izzy-nii-san.”

He let out an approving hum, free hand reaching into his pocket to lightly touch the cool metal of his pistol, the other tugging you to walk with him. “Good girl.” 

Those doe eyes of yours were priceless, but he couldn't help but wonder if they would look any different broken.

[uraichievents]

UraIchi Week 2024

Monday, July 1st, 2024 - Sunday, July 7th, 2024

AO3 Collection

Full Prompts List Submitted This Year

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What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2024. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Themes:

July 1st, Day 1: i've met you before / i'll meet you again / this is the first time we've met.. right?

Time Travel / Dimension Travel

Identity Porn / Hidden Identities

“I've suffered from traumatic dreams of my past lives since I was a child, and I'm just now realizing that coming up to a beautiful stranger who looks like someone I've seen die a thousand times in a thousand different ways at a bar and asking if we've met before sounds a lot like a come-on haha no wait come back that doesn't mean I'm not desperately attracted to you please kiss me again” AU

July 2nd, Day 2: It's fact that killable problems are not real problems.

Murder Husbands

Ichigo is Deadpool / unbreakable / any other accidentally immortal being who is really kind of annoyed about it (because it’s boring, and he’s still young enough to be within his lifespan, but it sure takes the fun out of fighting).

All the times Ichigo died, he ACTUALLY died, he just came back. Every time he comes back, he comes back Wronger.

July 3rd, Day 3: Things I Should've Told You / Things I Don't Tell Anyone Else

The skeletons in your closet are about to overflow. Would you like me to tidy it up?

Ichigo is experimenting with self-expression, a hobby, etc., making up for lost time as a regular teenager. Urahara is always the first one (sometimes only one) to see or hear about a new idea.

“The person I trust most is you.”

July 4th, Day 4: Sword and Shield

I am yours to command, use me as you please.

Shiba!Ichigo and Second Division!Kisuke

Summoner/Mage AU: Paired summons who are good apart but unmatched together.

July 5th, Day 5: That One is Mine

Hollow Instincts / Feral Protective

Possessive!Kisuke: He stepped aside for Sui-Feng because Yoruichi was always master first and friend second and love interest never, and because Yoruichi wanted her in a way she's never wanted him. But Ichigo is different, and everyone soon realizes that when Kisuke truly wants something, he always gets it in the end.

“Death can’t have you. You’re mine.”

July 6th, Day 6: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some are born, some are made, and some decide being a monster's pretty fucking cool.

Visored!Urahara Kisuke AU / Vasto Lorde!Kurosaki Ichigo AU

“Ichigo forges a friendship with his Hollow in the Shattered Shaft” AU

vs. Gotei 13 AU: Ichigo time travels back from a future where he was chained to the throne as the next Soul King by the Shinigami.

July 7th, Day 7: Creator’s Choice!

As always, the above prompts are all optional, and you’re free to come with your own ideas. You can also find an excel sheet with all the prompts submitted this year linked up above, so feel free to look through that if you want, and you can also make a copy for yourself.

And that’s it! We’re looking forward to what everyone comes up with!