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torueater · 26 days ago

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self care w/ satoru⭑.ᐟ

⋆ ꩜ ⋆ pairing: gojo satoru x reader

wc: 6700+ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ content: nsfw, fem!reader, sexual themes, EATER GOJOOOOO, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, p in v intercourse, cum eating, multiple orgasms, manhandling, overstim mention, established relationship, mutual pleasure

a/n: title is kinda vague on purpose.

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It’s almost a given that you’re there for Satoru the moment he steps through the door, commonplace at this point. Not getting assigned to the notoriously tricky Grade 1 curse had been a small mercy from the higher ups (thank heavens), left in your lonesome to train till your boyfriend got back.

He’s still all wound up when he gets home, shoulders drooping, groaning into your neck as soon as he’s in your hold. “The worsttt. All these curses stink, literally and figuratively.” Satoru noses at the warm spot at the side of your neck where your scent is most potent, thick arms banding around your waist to keep you to his chest, sinking into the feeling of a too familiar you. God, he fucking hates missions halfway across the country. He’d bent space and time just to get back at an appropriate hour so you two could fall asleep together tonight. “One of ‘em exploded all over me. Huge boom. Guts everywhere”

“Satoru! Fucking gross.” You should’ve known better than letting him get you tangled up in his hugs the moment he’d gotten in. He for sure wouldn’t release you and you liked seeing him too much after his long day--enjoying how his tension would melt away like it hadn’t been there in the first place--to pull back. You’d already gone and showered, hair tied back in silk to go to bed as soon as he’d gotten in and had gotten clean too, but here he is upending all your plans. Now you smell like roach curse guts and sweat probably. Maybe not with his infinity, but it’s the principle or whatever. “Mm, oops.” He hums into your skin, utterly unrepentant. “Guess what we both need now, pretty baby?” The words are almost sing-songy in nature, head pulling out your neck to fix you with a look. You fix him with a blank one in return, “No idea, Satoru. Really.” You roll your eyes, practically cradling the taller man as he rattles of details about the fight in your ear as you reset the alarm of you guy’s penthouse security system. He murmurs something near unintelligible into your neck before peeking at you, feeling his gaze even through the strip of black over his eyes. “I have an idea.”

You raise a brow, already skeptical. “Do I wanna hear it?”

“Yeah, probably. It involves a lot of touching me so I’m sure you’d love to hear it.” He sways you in hold, sort of waddle walking to two of you closer to the plush couch to drop himself down on it, you ending up half splayed on his chest. “Self-care night with all your fancy stuff.” You blink. “You want a self-care night?” You’d usually have to convince him – though said convincing didn’t usually go past asking once and him saying yes immediately. Still, he usually doesn’t offer himself up as your patient.

“Mhm. You always look all glowy and soft, and pretty when you do it. I wanna be all soft and glowy. Think my skin could use it after the day I’ve had.” You bite back a growing grin, humming lowly, “Okay, and what do you want to do? A face mask, ‘toru?”

His hum is low as if he’s thinking on it, chin grazing near the very top of your head in light sweeps. “Yes. That and the sugar stuff you use on your legs. Maybe one of your hair masks.” You nod, already going through the things you’d need to set aside for this impromptu-at-home spa date, feeling a little giddy. “Alllright, pretty boy. We need to get up then before you fall asleep here. C’mon.”

⊹.✮₊⋆

It’s not long before you’re lugging his heavy, slim frame off to the bath with you, ordering him out the dirty clothes to toss it into the washer for the first cycle off maybe 2 or so until you deemed it clean. Your night wear comes off right after, and you make him wash off first, off course – no way in hell you’d get in a bath with him to soak in likely nonexistent roach curse balls and guts residue. Just nasty.

A quick pass under the spray rids him any possible stench, leaving nothing but damp, flushed skin in its wake. The warmth of the large tub is a welcome change but you barely have the extra salts and scents in for him before he’s pulling you into the water with a plunk! and a short splash from where your body had displaced it, water sloshing over the edges as you land unceremoniously in his lap. “Baby...” You grumble your disapproval at the mess but his hum the absolute opposite, grin on his soft lips not any better, “No getting handsy, Mr. We’ll do that skincare you like only if you’re good.”

His eyes flutter with the gentle pressure of your fingertips scrubbing shampoo into his scalp, hum low in approval. “Mm, you’re using your stuff so I smell like you. So territorial.” He makes sure you’re perched in his lap comfortably all the while, letting you work your magic, pampering the sorcerer. “Yeah, sure. I’m like a dog here and you’re a fire hydrant, ‘toru.”

He snickers, squeezing at your waist under the water before settling them in place again, letting you work. “Does that mean you’ll finally pee on-“ “I’ll glue your lips together, don’t even finish that sentence.”

‎‎‎ ⊹.✮₊⋆

It’s nice – being in the bath with him a welcome intimacy. You love when he lets you take care of him rather than insisting on pampering you instead. He’s all pliant under you and gently rubbing at the flesh of your hips, body slack with his trust. He’s always up and doing something, always moving – it’s nice to get him to relax, to be taken care of.

You two are in there for far longer than necessary - hair washed and conditioned, skin exfoliated with your vanilla scrub and the matching wash so he’d smell like you do as requested. You wrap him in one of the softest robes you two own when you’re all done, leading him back into the room with you where he’s flopping down onto the bed almost instantly.

“Fighting that curse was such a pain. Kept duplicating.” He practically melts into you again, face in your neck, a little too whiny for a fully grown man. You don’t think you can ever complain though. “Then they tried to call me in for a meeting. A meeting baby. Just so ungrateful.” “I know. So ungrateful. My poor baby.” You coo, massaging at his temples, lifting off him to trail to the other side of the room.

“Where’re you going?” He drawls, clearly a little tired right now from how he’s not up and following you. “I need to pluck your eyebrows first. I’m gonna get the tweezers and the other stuff” You dip to give him a kiss to sate him for the literal 3 minutes you’d be gone. He makes a quiet sound against your mouth, like he’s considering pulling you back down, but lets you go. “I’m so gonna hate this.”

When you’re back, likely less than your 3 estimated minutes, he’s sprawled on the sheets, legs hanging off one side, arms folded behind his head -- snowy lashes flutter against his cheeks with languid blinks up at you. “Comfy?” You huff in your amusement, climbing up into bed and settling near his head, fingers carding through soft milky strands. “Head on my lap. C’mon.”

He obeys without any further prompting, scootching closer to rest his head on the softness of your thighs, your own legs tucked up under your frame. He’s practically deadweight in your lap, heavy limbs and slow sighs as you comb through his hair again to get it out the way, tugging his blindfold upward to keep the strands in place. “Can’t we just skip the tweezing?” he groans, words muffled slight with his cheek pressed into your thigh, “This is like a medieval torture method. Don’t we have razors on hand?”

“Maybe, but plucking looks better. And besides, it’s not that bad, you’re so dramatic.” Your hand smooths over his forehead, leaning past him to grab at a toner pad, swiping it over his brows. “Stay still or I’ll accidentally pluck the wrong ones. Then you’ll have patchy eyebrows.”

“Ow—What the hell?” Satoru hisses at the first pinch, exhaling a slow, suffering sigh like you’re inflicting a great pain on him. “This is torture. I thought you loved me?” You snort, amused, brushing the spoolie through the hairs even as he’s whining, “I do love you. You’re being so dramatic. It’s like a tiny pinch at best.” Yeah, no – it’s not like that at all and he has no idea how you do this all the time like it’s nothing. You roll your eyes at his dramatics but dip to kiss his forehead in apology anyway. “I’ll be gentle, look,” you extend one of your arms so he can see, plucking a hair out just to show him, barely flinching, “Not that bad.” How he’s able to deal with fighting all powerful curses day in day out but tweezers are what undoes him is beyond you. Though, they usually don’t get hits in, so you’re not sure if you can compare the two… “Aren’t you the strongest, ‘toru? You can take it.”

It's funny how he's mostly quiet after that, almost as if to prove that he’s the strongest on all fronts. Save for the occasional wince of course, fingers flexing at the dip of your waist whenever you get to a particularly stubborn hair. “I know, baby. You’re doing well though, I’m almost done with the first brow.”

It’s only when you get to the second one that he’s sighing, dramatic in fashion as per his personality twisting his face away so it’s pressed up against your belly. You halt momentarily, waiting. “I’m in dire need of alternative pain management. I’m g’nna pass out.”

And you’re quick to help of course, lips parting to offer something, maybe your hand to hold since it’s what he usually likes -- but he beats you to it, angled higher to nuzzle closer to your chest. He noses lazily at your towel covered chest, kissing you lightly over the fabric. “You’re not serious.” “I’m very serious. This is a great distraction from pain.” You don’t see what about your breasts are a great distraction from the pain of his brows being plucked, but you don’t see the issue with letting him indulge. “Will you stay put if I let you?”

He hums, fingers already fiddling with the tuck of the towel, tugging it out of place so your towel falls away. You sigh in mock exasperation at his shameless ogling, pulling away just to grab a pillow, placing it on your lap so he can prop his head up higher. “Absolute angel. Lifesaver. My darling princess baby.” He’s latching his mouth on you right after his praises, lips warm as they close around the peak. He sighs through his nose, body growing more slack against you like this is exactly what he needed.

You huff, flicking his forehead lightly, “You’re so ridiculous.” His body shifts with what you assume is a shrug, tongue flicking against the stiffness of your nipple, lashes fluttering against your skin. He’s at least angled in a way that you can get to the 2nd brow, so you don’t really have to do much but pull the skin taut and pluck. “Stop moving, Satoru.”

He doesn’t even flinch much when you pluck the next hair, too preoccupied with the slow, lazy pull of his mouth. His exhales are soft and warm against your cooled skin, air silent save for the hum of the aircon, angled into him to tug at a stubborn hair. “This one might hurt a bit. Don’t bite me.” Satoru nods slowly in answer, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on your waist just above where the towel had settled when it fell. The next tug gets you the slightest wince, tongue curling around the bud, flattening against it in retaliation. “That one was a little thick. Sorry, baby.”

“Mmm’kay,” The words are a muffle around your tit, and he pulls off long enough just to look up at you – rosy lips slick, a faint strand left between his mouth and the mound sheen with saliva. His blink is sleepy, an almost dopey grin spreading on his lips, hand waving away your apology, “Totally fine. Best—” His lips connect with you again, with a wet, unhurried suck before releasing with a faint pop again, “—pain management ever. Really.”

His head shifts away from where you’re working your magic, face buried in your chest, kissing lightly along the soft underside of your left breast, then the right. “You smell so nice. Like syrup and candy..”

“Always comparing me to candy.” Your smile down at him is all lovesick, gaze carrying the same vibe. “’Cause you smell like candy. Taste a lot like it too.” In more places that one. His lips latch to the underside of your breast, suctioning with the gentlest pressure to mark the skin. Your soft sigh has his body stirring the slightest bit, pulling back after a moment to admire his handiwork with a grin.

“Let me finish up. No funny business.” You barely restrain a shiver, hand sliding up the side of his face again, thumb pulling at his skin. You manage to pluck a few more hairs without any complaint from him, Satoru seemingly more than content kissing away at your flesh, licking at it with lazy, indulgent drags. The warmth of his palm leaves your waist to move further under the towel, large hand splayed on your hip, dragging idle strokes over the bone. “Your brows usually aren’t crazy looking so..” You use the spoolie again just to be sure, humming, “I think we’re done, babe.”

His answering groan has you more than amused, the attitude a bit of a switch from his complaints earlier. “Does that mean my alternative pain management method is over? Oh no.” He lets out a dramatic cry like he’s been told the worst news in the world, nosing at the space between your breast like he set on settling there forever. “I didn’t even say that, you big baby.” Your hand smooths through his damp strands again, fingers idly scratching at his scalp before sliding lower to cup his chin so he’s looking at you. “Do you want me to give you the facial now?”

A nod is his answer, head tilting just enough to brush his mouth over your sternum before he’s kissing the side of your left breast. His fingers flex against where they’re now pressed on your hips, touch absentminded as he hums. “So, I was thinking about something.”

You pretend to shiver, “Oh, that can’t be good.”

“You’re so mean to me.” He lets out a long-suffering sigh into your skin, chin propped between your breasts, looking up at you. “Skincare is very important, right? You say that all the time.”

“I do..” Your eyes narrow in suspicion, trying to piece this together as he goes on.

“Satoru, I need to get up to get the masks.” You try to shift away, stopped fairly quickly by his arm around your naked waist, shaking his head. “Nope, we have all our supplies right here. Organic, fresh from the source.” Your brow cocks, unsure if he’s being overly vague or if you’re just a little slow to catch on. “Facial, organic. Come on, pretty – giving you a couple seconds to catch my drift.”

The bulb in your mind finally lights, mouth forming a small o, core warming just a little at his suggestion. “Have you always been this perverted?”

Satoru’s gasp is low, as if offended, pouting, “What about caring for one’s skin is perverted? I personally think we all should take great care of ourselves, and skin is the very first step.”

You kiss your teeth in playful chastisement but you’re already exhaling, already aware of your answer. “What a poetic way to ask me to sit on your face. Really clever.”

He tsks, lifting a hand to wiggle his index near your face. “I would never be that crass.” Your unimpressed expression at his blatant lie says enough, and he clears his throat, kissing your sternum once more.

“Is that a yes to you sitting on my face, then?”

“No.”

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“Like I tell you every single time, you won’t suffocate me. And if you do then hooray! Now sit.” You weren’t quite convinced – it's not that you’d ever heard any instances of people dying from being smothered while giving head but it’s never too late to become the first.

You hesitate, shifting on your knees. “I really don’t see the issue with you just lifting your head-“ His groan cuts your words short, head flopping back onto the pillows, glancing up at you between the softness of your thighs. “Oh my god. Do you hate me?” He complains, nudging his nose right against where you need him. He tries again, hoping that this one will be convincing enough, “Baby, come on. I’ll be fine. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Satoru clicks his tongue when you hesitate, dragging his hands up your thighs, kneading slow, lazy circles to soothe you. “You’re supposed to sit on my face, not hover. If I wanted you to hover I would’ve told you that, right?” He waits for your nod, patting your behind lightly in silent praise when you do. “Exactly, pretty girl. Here’s what, if I need to breathe, I’ll tap right here,” He presses into a spot on your inner thigh, leaning up to give it a light nip, “and you can ease up." He knows he won’t make use of that spot, like, at all. But it helps to say it to ease your worries!

Which it does. His words are awfully effective, your guard and discretion lowering till you’re just sighing and lowering the tiniest bit, getting closer to his mouth by the second.

And he thinks it’s heaven. The scent of you catches in his nose, too heady. Sweet vanilla of your scrubs and soaps, the warmth of your core – he’s sure his mouth is watering. “Thought I’d die. My skin is so dry, I’m so parched,” His complaints are all exaggerated, mouthing at the sides of your thighs, biting at the petal-soft skin. You scoff, hand moving down to fix the band in his hair, “You talk an awful lot.”

Satoru doesn’t exactly disagree, shrugging. He’s currently very preoccupied with eyeing your cunt, though, so you don’t get much of a verbal response.

He kisses everywhere but where you’re molten for him, so wound up by the time that he gets close that the lightest nudge of his pointed nose has you twitching, glancing anywhere but down at him between your thighs, drenched pussy hovering right over his face. The twinge of embarrassment is always hard to fight off when he’s quite literally staring at your most intimate spot but you can’t exactly close your legs when he’s settled between them. Your slight shift does you absolutely no favors because he seems to move right with you, nose nudging your messy clit again, sound catching in your throat. “You think you're so funny.” You can practically feel him smile against your thigh, one hand shifting to cup the rounded swell of one ass cheek, tilting you forward minutely. You wouldn’t call it impatience, but you are feeling a little wound up and the teasing doesn’t help. Before you can lower your hips on your own, he’s finally taking initiative, your waist held in a strong grip to pull you down to sit directly over his awaiting mouth. You fight a shiver at the first teasing swipe of his tongue through your dampened folds, drag slow and reverent like he’s trying to get your taste spread on the entirety of his tongue.

You swallow harshly, thighs a soft pressure against the side of his head as your fingers pinch the pillow right beneath him, clit pulsing on his tongue. That seems to catch his attention, shifting to drag the wet heat of his tongue over your clit in slow circles before he’s pulling away and pressing a fat kiss to it. “Just as pretty as you are..” He kisses and mouths at the mess he made, moving his attention lower and lower, hand on your ass pushing you forward so he can get closer to your slit to give a kiss over the spot too.

He keeps his lips there, inhale deep to pull your scent into his lungs before he’s prodding at your entrance with the blunt tip of his tongue. Satoru lets out a groan beneath you, the noise vibrating against your connected skin before his only free hand shifts to your hip to tug you lower than you already are to his mouth. Isshoogood.” The words are a short murmur that you don’t pick up well, mouth already back on you to taste you again before pulling back.

His kitten licking and teasing falls back for long enough to warrant you almost begging, but he’s quick to return to you with something far better, tongue parting your opening – twisting its way into your drenched hole and drawing out your first proper noisy call of his name.

Your hands leave the pillow in favor of his ivory strands, biting down hard into your lip as he groans into you, suckles wet and lewd in the air, gathering as much as your slick as he can on his taste buds. Any of that initial anxiety had properly washed away with the skilled movement of his tongue, the hands on you gently grinding you into the fucking of his tongue, nose continuing to bump into your clit just right.

It’s great for you but it feels like pure heaven for Satoru. His personal paradise. Crushed under your weight, mouth buried between your thighs – he’s exactly where he needs to be.

“O-Oh fuck. Satoru.” Your hips seem to rock on their own, expression pinched as he tongues sloppily at your hole, moaning when he feels you clench around it. Saliva slicks between and around your folds, mixing with the wetness he coaxes out of you, dripping down the slope of his chin and pooling in the dip of his throat. He’s never been one for doing stuff halfway, eating you out isn’t an exception. What was a proper facial without a little mess?

“Mm, I know,” he groans, voice rough and muffled against your core, already drunk on the taste of you. His tongue dips inside again, lapping up everything you give him, jaw working slow and steady as he eats you out. It’s more that than you actually riding his face like he wants so he pats your hip to spur some more motion from you, glad when you get the memo and begin grinding down on his tongue. The wet appendage pushes deeper into your cunt, nose bumping just under your hood when you rock forward, pleasure hot and low in your belly. The angle sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, a long moan tumbling from your lips. He grins against your pussy, pleased. “Oh f-fuck, just like that.” You suppose the excuse of wanting a natural facial hadn’t been a complete lie, his face is messy enough with your essence to consider it just that.

You’re not sure if it’s because he’d been gone on his mission for a little longer than usual this time but he’s near ravenous as he feasts on you, barely giving you a break since he’d put his tongue on you. He fucks into you with deep strokes, pulling back just enough to spit a fat glob onto your cunt before he’s licking it right back up.

Your eyes roll, hips trying to rock harder to push him deeper and to get his nose to keep bumping where you need him. You felt far too dizzy, legs shaking around his head as you get noisier. Each firm lick inside your cunt has you getting higher, lower abdomen beginning to feel pressurized, far too hot for how cold you have the aircon running. “Oh. Oh fuck—Pleaseplease-“ You’re not sure what you’re begging for, he seems to know better than you do.

His tongue wrenches out of you, adams apple bobbing with a harsh swallow from him. “Fuck.” Satoru leaves just a couple seconds for him to breathe before he’s nosing at your clit again. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy. I love it.” The warm puffs of his breath have you whimpering alone, his teeth grazing the puffy bundle of nerves with the lightest pressure but your hips buck anyway. Not too far though, his hands are tight on your hips again to set you where he needs you, lips poised right under your clit before he latches on and sucks. Hard. Your tears are sudden, springing in your eyes, hot down your cheeks, heel of your palm pressing into his forehead, next one in his hair still – not sure if you want him off you or if you want more from him. Juices smear on his flushed skin, glistening under blue light as he just doesn’t let up. Not for a second. “Ooh, shit.” Satou’s just as much of a mess as you are. Hair mussed, flushed down to his chest and panting, blown out pupils. His hand slips between your thighs, pulling off your clit, finger taking its spot almost immediately “You’re so pretty. So fuckin’ pretty, god.” He lubes you up with his spit again, slick and cool right on your nub, smearing it across the flesh before he’s pushing your wetness back inside you. He chokes on his breath at how slippery you are there before he replaces it with his tongue again. “Best pussy in the world. All—mm—mine-” His hands are everywhere, grabbing at your thighs, your ass, fingers pushing apart your soft folds to keep you spread on his tongue. You feel feverish in your pleasure, sucking in greedy breaths, rocking losing rhythm but gaining pace because fuck, you just needed to cum for him.

“S’fucking messy.” His groans tell you that’s he’s as into this as you are, and the thought alone send a harsh curl, unable to catch your breath in the wake of an incoming orgasm. Your brain feels like goo, your limbs feel useless. Satoru’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass to grind you, to let you use him.

It’s right there, it’s a hot, tight pressure ready to burst outward like a supernova. But it’s not how you want it, you know it can get much better than it already is. “’Toru..” You whine, and he’s already moving you like he’d read your mind, like he needs the same thing. Hands on your waist, shifting you off his face and down his body. You don’t even process how fast you’d gotten moved – his hands are almost frantic on your frame, up off your waist, squeezing your tits.

“Fuck,” He chokes out, sucking at his bottom lip soaked with the taste of you, barely able to hold off, “I know, pretty. I know. Let me just—” His voice is hoarse, still breathless from doing nothing but feasting on you for the past couple minutes. His hands are all shaky, fumbling, undoing the tie of the robe with your help to free his cock. The length of him springs up hard and heavy, leaking, rosy head so flushed with colour that it looks painful. “Need you so bad.” You’re quick to hover over him, hand braced to his chest and the other moving to grip him to run the blunt tip through your sappy folds to lubricate him. Not that he really needs it. “T-Toru..’Toru, please.”

He doesn’t need further prompting, hands finding your ass again to lower you on him, heat surrounding the entirety of his dick almost instantly with how wet you are. You’re both shaking, you’re not sure you even have the strength to bounce on his lap but you do, just once – just your hips lifting and falling just once-

Satoru’s jaw slackens, grabbing at your hips as the tight, wet clutch of your cunt undoes him. Jaw slackened, whimper noisy as he cums. “Fucking—Oh my god.” It’s a proper orgasm too. Abs tensing, fingers digging into your ass as milky ropes fill you pulse after pulse. And maybe it’s the whimper, the look on his face when he creampies you. Maybe the heat of the room. Maybe the fact that you were close already – but a full body tremor moves through you, cumming just as hard as he had. The arch of your spine almost looks painful, thighs clamping together, biting your lip to keep from crying as the waves just pummel you. “Haah- Mm, oh my god.”

You’re both breathing heavily, bowed into his chest and looking down at him, shaky fingers spreading and closing on his skin as though you’re checking if he’s real. “Baby.” He whines like you moving the smallest bit pains him, like it pulls him deeper inside. “..Doesn’t count. It doesn’t-“

“What?” You don’t understand his murmurs, don’t get what he’s on about till he’s holding you to his chest a flipping you two, pulling out your heat with a wet slosh – still hard all for you. Your stomach tightens at the sight of him, still hard and glistening with the mess of his previous release and the slick from just being in you. His cum leaves you in a slow pool past your folds, a mess around the pair, trailing down the inner curve of your ass.

“I said it…that one doesn’t count, baby. Definitely not.” He grits the words out, hand wrapped ‘round himself to stroke lightly, squeezing near the tip to hold himself off.

It’s like your sensitivity is nonexistent, like you hadn’t just orgasmed, because you’re already throbbing again, eager to be filled. “You just came though, how’re you even…you’re hard again.” Sure, his refractory period was great, but this? You don’t know what to make of this at all. “I know. I know – I wasn’t ready. You just fucking sat, all pretty and wet-“ Satoru groans, notching himself near your cunt again, smacking the upper side of your clit with light pressure. He drags his tip through the mess there, pressing it back inside with the lightest pressure, cock head catching on your entrance. “Came in two fucking seconds, we need a redo.”

Your pussy molds around him just as easily this time when he begins pushing in, legs bringing him in, feet locking on his lower back. The trimmed white hairs at his base graze your too sensitive clit with his shallow thrusts, hips lifting minutely in your chase for more of him.

“You feel so good,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders again as you pulled him down to kiss at the corner of his mouth. White brows are scrunched in his focus, hips tilting back just enough so only his swollen cockhead is inside you, quickly sheathing himself inside your warm, plush cunt with a smooth roll, every nerve in your cunt lighting up for him. “Can’t..can’t even fucking focus,” He whimpers again, hand cupping your nape to keep you looking at him, sure that in itself was making holding off even harder. “You’re so pretty. Gonna die. I’m gonna fucking die.” He drags out the last word, hands lifting your hips to angle you to the way a pillow under your hips would, dick pressing in and out repeatedly, hitting the spots that you need him in. You feel giddy, you feel hot all over.

His dramatics get an airy laugh from you, which quickly trails off into a moan with a direct drive into your walls again. The soft spot in you gives way to the weight of his cock pressing into it, breathing picking up, only producing more slick for him to slide in easier. “You’re not gonna die.” You lift off the bed just enough to get to him, arm banding around his neck, kissing his swollen lips just to shut him up. “You’re fineee.” He’s just as noisy in your mouth, pulling off to mouth at the sides of your mouth, down your jaw, nosing at your cheek almost reverently.

“God—fuck. I love you.” Satoru chokes on his words, hands shaking where they’re gripping your thighs. “You’re so wet, feels so good.” He pulls out just enough to make you ache again before he’s pushing back in with a fluid thrust, pelvis flush with yours. “So tight-“ His breath catches as you tighten around him, shaky fingers flexing on your hips. “No, don’t do that, baby. Be nice.”

You’re more than amused at his antics, how wound up he is though you’re really not any better. The mess between you is sticky and obscene, each paced thrust pushing more of the mixed release out of you. The milky sheen spreads with his continuing thrusts, slicking down his length, turning more frothy around his base the more he moves. Gojo hisses, gaze fixed between you two momentarily, glancing away as if looking elsewhere would make the pressure building at the base of his cock dissipate (it doesn't).

He still thinks he’s going to die despite your reassurance. The fit is too snug even with how wet you are, his balls feel like they’re tight enough to explode and he just needs to cum again. His next maneuver is quick – hands on your hips no longer keeping you lifted, grabbing a pillow to shove it under there instead. His cock nudges deeper and he groans like he’s about to lose his mind. Your arms fall away from his neck to lie back, weight pressing into you as he braces on his forearms, caging you in on either side.

He's much closer at this angle, near enough for you to kiss his nose, close enough for him to breathe you in. You lean up to kiss him again, press of your lips all sweet against his. He can’t help but look at you, doesn’t care that it’ll make him cum faster. “Pretty baby.” He murmurs, forehead dropping to yours, thrusts slowing momentarily. The slow, deep drags set you alight, toes curling, hips bucking. His breath carries a breathy tone, adams apple bobbing in a harsh swallow, nose bumping against the side of his. One hand finds its way between you two, thumb pressing into your clit, circles slow to not overwhelm you too quickly.

And he’s out again, just to slam back in. Your head falls back with a sharp cry, folds clinging to him every time he leaves, stretched around his base every time he bottoms out again. And its continuous, you don’t think you’re doing much past moaning and whining under him, hips rolling and bucking to fuck him back because no way you’d just let him do all the work. “Gonna fucking cumm-“

"I know. I know.” His thrusts turn sharper, needier, a little desperate. " C’mon, baby, give me another. Cum for me.” Gojo snaps into you like he’s lost his mind, mess between you only growing worse – slick and his cum smeared on his cock and spreading with every pounding thrust, balls connecting with your ass in harsh smacks.

He’s noisy, face presses up against your throat, completely pussy drunk out his mind. “Fuck—oh fuck, you look so good.” His lips ghost over your pulse, tongue dragging on skin, teeth sinking in. “Gonna keep you – gotta fucking marry you.” “Huh?” His mouth is everywhere it can reach, kissing you all over your cheeks, across your jaw, hips beginning to drive into you faster. The frame of the large bed shifts on its legs, lewd slap of skin filling the room. He’s barely pulling out before he drives back in to the hilt at this point, damp curls at his base rubbing right against your clit. “Soo serious. I’m g’nna…god. Best thing to ever happen to me. I swear to god.” The answering throb around him drags another helpless sound from him, hips starting to batter into you faster – watching the threads of slick between your cunt and his cock, watching you shiver under him. “Fuck, I’d put a ring on you tomorrow.” He gets out between his moans. Gosh, the things he says when he gets inside you.

Your whole body jerks when his cock throbs inside, voice cracking in another moan against your skin. That itself if proof enough that he’s ready to come undone, hips throwing into yours wildly, spot being hit head on without any mercy. The air around you two is blistering, moans and your coupling loud, bed creaking. The coil inside you gives way with an angled press to your g-spot again, jaw slackening, spots dancing in your vision. A long moan leaves you with the rush of cum as you gush around him that feels like it’d push him right out. But he’s fucking you through it, he’s rubbing your clit in firmer circles to draw it out as you pulse and flutter around his dick, his own orgasm a needy heat at the base of his cock and settled in his cum heavy balls.

You whimper and whine pathetically every time he bottoms out, fighting past the building overstim to buck your hips up into his in quick movements, damp spot under your frames only spreading. He knows he isn’t set to last much longer after you’d came on him like that, and his point is only proven when his hips stutter, too overwhelmed by your heat, by the orgasm that had been right there since he’d started back up.

And then he’s sinking in to the hilt again, shoving your pliant body into the mattress as his orgasm rips through him.

The groan he lets out is downright filthy, a choked, trembling moan as he buries himself inside you to the hilt, cock twitching, cum mixing in with the remnants of his first load to fill you up again. “Oh fuck- Oh fuckkk, Toru!” Your hands grab at him again as hot waves rush through you, making your legs shake as he fucks his release deeper, hips jerking uncontrollably with every last drop. His forearms tremble as he finally stops cumming, the pair of you panting harshly against each other’s mouths, hips rolling weakly to keep his cum seated deep. “…Jeez.” Satoru lowers onto your chest, weight pressed there only for a moment before he’s rolling the two of you so you’re on his instead, easing his cock out of you slowly. You wince, already feeling yourself gap open from the loss of him and the telling feeling of his cum beginning to slide out of you in a slow stream.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You groan, burying your face in his neck, soothed by light strokes of his hand over your sweat dampened back.

“Mhm, anything you want.” Satoru hums, grinning to himself as he loops his arms around you, face pressed up into your hair, “Need to redo the skincare too. I think we sweat it out.”

Oh, most definitely.

You groan at even the thought of moving, playing with his hair absently, too exhausted to even lift your head right now. “All of this because you wanted a natural facial.” Though it’s kind of on you too since you’d happily let him feast on you then well, this. “We should go clean up.” You’re both covered in a sheen layer of sweat and cum, mostly the former – clearly in dire need of a good wash once again. Neither of you make any effort to move, though. He’s all warm and you feel sluggish, bodies rapidly cooled by air from the vents as you just lie there ‘til you’re feeling all sticky. “Okay, upsie daisy., pretty girl.” You’re not surprised to see that he still has energy, hoisting you up with him, cradled against his chest like his bride. “I’ll do all the work this time.”

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pomefioredove · 1 year ago

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Saw you took specific requests. Here's mine:

Jamil with a religious reader who gives him a protection talisman.

Fun fact, prayer beads are used in multiple religions as they help count prayers (Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, etc).

So let's say reader comes from a world where magic exists but it's exclusively on religious grounds. Meaning if you wanna do magic you gotta pray to the right god or make a deal with some form of mythological creature.

Reader knows that Jamil's is always in danger due to the constant assassination attempts on Kalim, so they make a set of prayer beads and ask a diety to bless it in order to protect their boyfriend (could be Allah, Indra, Shiva, Buddha, Susanoo, whichever). Jamil accepts it and heads back home appreciating the sentiment but not really believing.

Except any form of danger keeps getting thwarted. Drink/food he's trying is poisoned? Conveniently spills over/has a whole in the bottom. Accident happens? Conveniently pushed out of the way. Someone tries to hurt him/kill him? Struck by lightning and straight up dies.

Not even his own parents are safe. They try to slap him to "discipline him" then they get zapped (lightly tho).

you know!!! I love this prompt so much... I'm a religious studies major so this kinda stuff is so ^w^ to me I get so excited.

summary: giving jamil a protection spell type of post: short fic characters: jamil additional info: reader is gender neutral, the existence of religious beliefs in twst is. confusing. so we're keeping it vague, not proofread, reader is yuu

Perhaps it was because your world was still considered "magicless" by Twisted Wonderland standards, or perhaps Jamil was never superstitious to begin with.

Either way, he wasn't exactly as excited as you'd been hoping for.

"It's nice. Did you make it yourself?" he asks, inspecting the beads. "A bracelet?"

"Prayer beads, actually. And yes, I did,"

"It's well made. What's the purpose?"

You hesitate. The nature of religion in this world is still confusing to you, although you can surmise there's got to be some kind of belief system. It's best not touching on for now.

Besides, Jamil has never been much of a believer in higher powers. For good reason.

"For protection," you explain. "Not that I think you can't handle yourself. But I worry about you over break, you know..."

He's quiet for a moment, inspecting the gift in the palm of his hand. And then he tucks the beads away in his pocket and smiles.

"I'll keep them with me, then. Thank you,"

Even if he's not exactly keen on the idea that these things will make his life any less terrible, they're from you.

And so he keeps his promise, and tucks them away after you part.

By the time he's "home" (back in Kalim's family home) he's all but forgotten about the little blessing at the bottom of his pocket. Not that you can really blame him- "vacation" is more of a title than a reality when he's back.

The first incident happens not even a day after.

The al-Asim summer mansion is certainly nothing to scoff at. Though it's only one of many, this one in particular houses a large sum of physical treasures, line with gold and ivory, stuffed full of spices and all the makings of a feast that could feed thousands, a shining jewel of the desert.

Jamil is not all that impressed.

Especially when it comes to navigating such an ornate building on orders. The polished-to-perfection floors present a challenge when you're carrying three crates worth of grain to the kitchen on the lowest floor.

Damn these stairs.

Though Jamil may not be a religious man, he still asks whatever deity may be up there to smite the slippery spiral staircase he's descending.

His arms strain to uphold the weight of the boxes, and his legs strain to keep a good footing on one of the many long and elaborate and narrow servant passages designed specifically so that the unwanted workers of the family can slip by undetected.

Quiet, diligent, and he has to be quick, too. Kalim is expecting him for a game in one of the many lounges soon.

Another unfortunate "vacation". How he'd much rather be spending it with you...

For a brief moment, Jamil swears he can feel the beads in his pocket warm against him, reminding him of their presence.

And then he slips.

The crates free themselves from his careful grasp and tumble down the stairs, creaking and thudding but mercifully staying intact.

Jamil, however, isn't made of wood. He winces as he feels himself tilting forward- and then... somehow, a strong draft pushes him on his back.

He lands just shy of his tailbone, luckily not hurting anything, except for his pride.

What a turn of luck.

The next happens at dinner.

Jamil keeps his earlier blunder to himself. His pride is damaged enough as it is, after all, and so he tries his best to conceal how shaken up the experience left him by moving swiftly across the kitchen.

"We have a dish ready for you to test," someone shouts.

He sighs. How many more evenings of this will he have to endure?

Though, he reminds himself- this may always be his last.

The thought makes Jamil chuckle as he's handed a hot dish and a clean fork. He can only stop to smell the roses for so long, so there's no chance of savoring such an exquisitely prepared meal before he's off to another part of the kitchen.

Just as the fork digs into the food, the dish slips out of his hand and shatters on the kitchen floor. Everyone falls silent.

His eyes widen. "How- ugh. My apologies,"

Now this is just getting ridiculous. How clumsy can he get in one evening? He's usually much more careful...

"Look," the head chef says, the whole kitchen crowding around the food as it dissolves.

Jamil's stomach lurches. Cyanide. It has to be. If he'd eaten that dish right there and then...

The kitchen is swiftly cleared out, and he's sent back to the lounge.

it only gets stranger from there.

What Jamil initially wrote off as clumsiness and luck seems to become a pattern-

a flying arrow at the archery range just narrowly misses him when he bends down to fix his sandal.

The al-Asim family tiger (because of course they have one) chooses to toy with a visiting prince rather than him in the courtyard.

A strong draft pushes him on his rear end seconds before a sandbag falls from an under-construction part of the mansion.

He would call it fortune if he believed in such a thing.

By the end of the vacation, everyone is absolutely perplexed by his string of good luck. Jamil isn't unfamiliar with how dangerous his family's position in life is, and he's had his fair share of injuries as a result, but this time all he has to show for it is a slightly lesser sense of annoyance than usual.

It's only the end of the trip where he ponders (unfortunately aloud) about the string of coincidences, and the beads in his pocket.

Kalim goes on to babble about Jamil's "good luck charm" to anyone who will listen, much to his annoyance.

"Oh, I want one too! Can you ask them to make me one, too?" he says, folding his hands in a pleading motion. "It's so pretty!"

"It was a gift. But... I suppose I can ask..." he sighs, and then smiles to himself.

Of course you'll come up with some excuse to say no. Because, for once, this charm is all his.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 14 days ago

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Writing Notes: Intertextuality

Applying Literary Inspiration to Your Writing

The concept of intertextuality is a literary theory stating all works of literature are a derivation or have been influenced by a previous work of literature.

There is deliberate intertextuality, which purposely borrows from texts,

and there is latent intertextuality, which is when references occur incidentally—the connection or influence isn’t deliberate—as all written text makes intertextuality possible.

Some intertextual references are exact lines of dialogue or action, while others are more vaguely referenced.

The definition of intertextuality includes forms of parody, pastiche, retellings, homage, and allegory.

Any work of literature that is involved in the creation of a new text is considered intertextual.

Tips for Using Intertextuality

Intertextuality is a literary device that can be used in a number of different ways within your own work:

Venture outside the genre. You can use works like Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy or John Milton’s Paradise Lost to craft an intertextual work that isn’t a biblical or religion-themed story. Horror can inspire comedy, like for spoofs or parodies, and comedy can inspire drama. Lines of dialogue can be used as titles or inspiration for your work, storylines can be placed in a different time or setting to create a new plot, even text from formal essays or other parodies can be used within your own writing to make it intertextual.

Embrace it. According to some, intertextuality is either deliberate or latent but is completely unavoidable. Every text has been influenced by the countless ones that have come before it. With that in mind, it’s okay to accept that “everything has already been written” and make something of your own.

Don’t plagiarize. You may not need to use quotation marks, but using another author’s work as a basis for your own does not mean copying their writing—or taking credit for their original writing. Intertextuality is about referencing, allusions, satire, and borrowing, not taking whole texts and changing the character names.

Examples of Intertextuality

In the 1960s, literary critic Julia Kristeva posed the idea that intertextual relationships could be found throughout many forms of literature—different texts exist through their relation to prior literary texts—feeding into the idea that no text is truly or uniquely original. The notion of intertextuality posits that everything has some form of influence or borrowing from literary works of the past.

According to Kristeva, nearly all works contain some form of reference to another work of the past. Below are examples of many famous writings that employ the use of intertextuality:

The main plotline of Disney’s The Lion King is a take on Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

The structure of James Joyce’s Ulysses is modeled after Homer’s Odyssey.

Jane Smiley’s A Thousand Acres is a contemporary retelling of Shakespeare’s King Lear.

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys is an intertextual work of Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre as it includes the wife of a secondary character from the novel as one of its own, and offers an alternative point of view on similar social issues of the prior narrative.

Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series is an inverted retelling of John Milton’s Paradise Lost.

Matt Groenig’s television show The Simpsons uses multiple intertextual references to literature, films, other tv shows, and commercials for its storylines and jokes.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 days ago

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Hi Miss Raven! I have a question related abt all the dorms (except Ramshackle) qualifications. Like, what type of person do you need to be and/or what qualities do you need to have in order to get to certain dorms. And also, how does it affect the person when they transferred dorms, like how Rook used to be kind of wild when he's in Savanaclaw but then changed when he transferred to Pomefiore.

I feel like it had been mentioned somewhere in the game, but I don't trust my memories enough to be sure ;v

Thank you and have a nice day!! ^^

🧍‍♂️

Actually, Twst never really does elaborate what qualities get you sorted into which dorm. Students can transfer between dorms (via a tedious process, but it is still possible), and I think it can pretty easily be argued that students from X dorm could fit into Y dorm. There’s flexibility and wiggle room. There may also be a genetic component considered, as we have multiple instances of family members being sorted into the same dorms (Ace and his older brother into Heartslabyul, Jade and Floyd into Octavinelle, Kalim and his relative, the previous Scarabia dorm leader, into Scarabia, etc.).

Qualifications for more specific roles within the dorms are also vague. At best, we are told that Pomefiore’s dorm leader traditionally knows how to make “the most potent poison”, but other than that it’s basically barren. We just know that the dorm leader is someone who is “most befitting” the spirit of their respective dorm, but that’s… still a pretty vague description. Jamil states that the easiest way to determine this is vis a school-sanctioned duel but I don’t think a battle actually shows off your generosity or whatever 💀

Many fans have attempted to decipher what traits are “needed” to get into a specific dorm or have tried their hand at explaining why the characters ended up where they currently are. Honestly though… the core values for each dorm (ie strictness for Heartslabyul, persistence for Savanaclaw, etc.) seem to exist mainly for marketing purposes + easy character identification rather than being an in-universe hard rule to follow.

I don’t know if it’s accurate to say that a dorm (like, the physical place) changes its students? I would say it has less to do with the dorm environment per se and more to do with whoever is in charge.

Heartslabyul's previous dorm leader was very lax, which allowed the students to run rampant and constantly disregard the rules and studying. There was reportedly other wild behaviors and graffiti in the dorm as well. However, once Riddle took over, he started strictly imposing the rules and traditions, maintaining decorum (down to how the students act and dress), and assisting his students with their studies, which ensured that none of the Heartslabyul boys dropped out or got held back a grade (see: Riddle's Dorm Uniform vignettes). This didn't necessarily make the Heratslabyul students stricter with themselves though; we see the mobs complain about Riddle's iron fist and even main characters like Ace and Cater slack or are reluctant to study or to follow the ridiculous rules Riddle insists on. In this case, it's more like the dorm leader's leadership steering the ship without necessarily driving them all to adhere to the dorm value of strictness.

Rook was still his usual Savanaclaw self even when he transferred to Pomefiore. Vil describes him still looking unkempt until they had a conversation about how "the audience plays just as large a role as the performers in plays and concerts". Vil shares that he loves to dress up like those on the stage and suggests that Rook try it out, even helping Rook coordinate his look. Before then, Rook states that he had no interest in dressing up--but with Vil's advice, he found that dressing up actually heightened his experience with the arts. "Ever since then, I've developed an appreciation for personal care."

We could honestly say the same of Epel and his experience in Pomefiore. Prior to (and even during large parts of) book 5, Epel expresses discontent and/or actively rebels against Vil's teachings, even if he is surrounded by Pomefiore peers and the luxurious beauty of the dorm (see: Epel's Ceremonial Robes vignettes). It's not until 5-43 that Epel realizes the "power of beauty" that Vil so often extols to him.

So yeah, until Twst actually makes more of a concerted effort to elaborate on dorm-specific traits or qualifications, I’m just going to assume “it’s all marketing and branding”.

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hoejosatoru · 1 year ago

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Off Limits

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bonten!Ran Haitani

Summary: Your older brother, Mikey, forbids any of his subordinates from putting their hands on you. Naturally, Ran takes that as a challenge.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, drugging mentioned (reader not drugged), oral (fem! receiving), fingering, raw sex, cream pie, Mikey is an over protective brother, guns, pet names like angel, sugar, pretty girl, etc I think that's it? kind of an abrupt ending bc I'm silly like that

It was a boring day for Ran Haitani. Well, if you consider hunting rival gang members down and beating information out of them dull like Ran does. As much as he loves his job, the thrill of seeing another man's fear, feeling his fist connect with deadly precision, sometimes it was a bit monotonous. All work and no play makes Ran Haitani a dull boy and such.

He thought he'd fix this with a trip to Bonten's strip - no gentlemen's club. He could hear Koko yelling at him in his head for, 'lessening the value of their asset' by not using some euphemism. Ran didn't think it mattered much. Men just wanted to see women take their clothes off; they didn't care what it was called.

Usually going to the gentlemen's club made him feel better, but even this was feeling dull to him today. He's already fucked all the girls he had an interest in. Some of them multiple times. And they were great, sure, but he nothing that could spark his interest now. He needed fresh blood, so to speak.

Then you walked in. Ran had been idly drumming his fingers along the dark mahogany of the bar top, half listening to Rindou and Sanzu drone on about the days' events. His fingers halted the moment he saw you, straightening up and zeroing in. He'd never seen you before, he would have remember that face... that body. Were you a new hire? He wondered... No it couldn't be. The execs ran background checks on all the women in the club, which fell to Ran or his brother to do. No way you slipped through the cracks.

A prickle of anger flared through him as he wondered if you were dating one of the execs. He couldn't image one of the guys dating a woman like you and not bragging about it though. Maybe a patron's girl? You seemed to be looking for someone. Ran smiled. He could be a helpful guy, take you to your boyfriend... and then put a hit out on him. He didn't play fair, but he always played for keeps.

"Shit, who's that?" Rindou piped up behind him. Ran stifled a wave of possessiveness rushing through him. If he made it too obvious how bad he wanted you, this would become a contest he didn't want. At least Rindou's response to you confirmed that he didn't know you, so you couldn't be a dancer.

"Dunno," Ran shrugged, "But looks like she could use some help."

Sanzu rolled his eyes. "Since when do you care about helping random women."

Ran knocked back the rest of the whisky in his glass. "What can I say, I am a feminist." Sanzu and Rindou groaned at him, but his back was already to them making a beeline towards you. The closer he got, the more he was taken by you. You were so beautiful, but you also looked more nervous that he originally appraised. Maybe you were truly just lost. Wrong place, right time - for Ran at least.

"Hi," Ran said, mustering all the calmness in his voice he could manage. You looked him up and down, your pulse quickening - and not because you were nervous. The man standing before you was one of the finest you'd ever laid eyes on. But you couldn't let that distract you from your purpose here. "Haven't seen you around here before, are you lost?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm... looking for someone." You were vague, not sure of who this man was and not willing to trust anyone but who you were looking for.

"Oh? Well I'm one of the owners here," Ran replied casually, though he was dying to know who you were here for. "Maybe I could help you out?" His words sparked recognition in you, he could see it in how your eyes widened.

He's an owner? That mean he must know... "My brother, I'm looking for my brother." You felt the tiniest rush of relief that you bumped into someone who could truly help you.

Brother. Ran couldn't help but smile. This was the best case scenario; there was not issue of competition there. "And who's that, sweetheart?"

"Mikey."

"Mikey?" But it wasn't his own voice that verbalized his surprised. He whipped around, irritated to find Sanzu and Rindou followed him. Sanzu was shocked by the mention of the boss's name. Ran couldn't deny he was surprised too; he had no idea Mikey had a sister.

"Since when did Mikey have a sister?" Rindou questioned.

Sanzu scowled. "I knew it," he snapped, "But I didn't know it was her." Of course Sanzu, Mikey's little dog, would be privy to that information. But even he had never laid eye on you before, he simply was just aware a sister existed. "You're not supposed to be here," his comment pointed right at you.

"I know, I know," you replied quickly. Mikey was very clear to you that you were supposed to stay far away from his... line of business. "But it's an emergency. These guys came to my job and I- they were looking for me." You shivered at the memory of your close call.

Sanzu's eyes widened. Ran could practically hear the gears turning in his head: how was he going to use this as an opportunity to further win Mikey's favor? Ran rolled his eyes, as if Sanzu needed to do any more ass kissing.

"Did anyone follow you here?" Sanzu demanded.

"No - I don't think so," you replied. "Please can't I just talk to Mikey?"

"C'mon Sanzu, you're scaring the poor girl," Ran interjected. If Sanzu could use the situation to his benefit, so could he. "Even if someone did follow her, we'll handle it. Let's just get her to Mikey." He gave you an assuring smile that caused a blush to rise in your cheeks. Ran didn't miss it, of course, savoring the soft little smile you returned to him.

Sanzu didn't argue, telling you to follow him instead. He led the way, weaving through the tables where patrons sat. Ran and Rindou took up the rear behind you, following to Mikey's private room at the club. Ran gave a particularly nasty look to one man who stared at you a beat too long.

"Did you know Mikey had a sister?" Rindou whispered to Ran.

"No."

"Interesting."

Ran smiled, this was exactly the type of fun he needed. "Very."

Sanzu opened the door to Mikey's office. He was sitting alone at his desk, a whiskey in his hands as he looked through a pile of papers. His eye flicked up, annoyed at the intrusion until he saw you. He jumped out of his seat. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" he was half between anger and concern.

You rushed past Sanzu to your brother. Ran leaned against the closed door, eager to see how this played out. "I'm so sorry Mikey I- I know I'm not supposed to be here," the words tumbled out of you. "But there were men looking for me. I got scared."

Mikey's eyes darkened. "Tell me exactly what happened."

You sat down, realizing how badly you were shaking. You'd come here on pure adrenaline and now it was wearing off. You explained to Mikey how you had been in the back of the bakery where you work, when you heard a gruff voice asking for you. Well, it was really more like demanding. At first you had been afraid you fucked up someones order, but when you caught a peak at the 2 men looking for you you knew instantly they were not looking costumers.

Thankfully, they hadn't seen you and your coworker had the good sense to insist you were not working today. It took some convincing, but they finally left. You lied to your coworker and said you had a crazy ex. But really, you knew the symbol on their jackets was one your brother warned you of. A rival gang. And somehow, despite Mikey's best efforts to keep you far away from his lifestyle, they found you.

"You swear you weren't hurt?" Mikey questioned, softening now that he understood why you were here.

"I'm okay I promise, just a little shaken up," you replied, "I don't know what I'm gonna do about work."

"You're going to quit," Mikey state, shooting you a look when you balked. "I should have known something like this would happen. You got really fucking lucky today, y/n. If they had gotten to you... I don't even want to think about it. You have to stay close to me. Under my protection, there is no other way."

"But my coworkers could be in danger," you replied, sad at the thought of never getting talk shit about rude costumers while kneading dough again.

"I'll have my guys watch the shop for a few weeks to make sure it's safe. And tell me the name of the girl who had your back. I'll make sure she gets compensated," Mikey replied. Before you could protest, Mikey returned his attention to the men behind you. "Sanzu, get everyone to the meeting room. We need to discuss this immediately."

Sanzu slipped out obediently. Mikey eyed the two remaining men suspiciously, particularly the taller one. "And who do I have to thank for finding her?"

The taller one, Ran you believed his name was, smiled. "That would be me boss."

Mikey's jaw tightened. "Of course." He didn't express gratitude as you expected, but Mikey was not the most warm and fuzzy person. "You two can go wait in the meeting room. I'll be there shortly." They both nodded and slipped out wordlessly. You noticed, though, Ran eyes scan you one last time, which made your heart stutter in your chest.

Mikey instructed you to stay in his office while he went into the next room to have a meeting with his executives. "Don't worry, the club is guarded by my men, you're safe here. I'm gonna make sure everything works out, okay y/n?"

You nodded. You trusted your brother completely. Mikey squeezed your arm in attempt to be comforting before exiting the room. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the headache that was dealing with subordinates.

Despite the short amount of time lapsed, all his executives were there waiting. At least they knew their place, he thought. Dogs who come when called. The room was much more cramped than their board room back at HQ, but it worked for when they needed it. Mikey took his spot at the head of the table.

"Most of you don't know this, but I have a sister," Mikey began, his eye shifting around the room. All the men, besides those you had already met, looked surprised and confused. Sanzu was the only person who knew of your existence prior to this. Being he was Bonten's number 2, he had to ensure someone would look after you should anything happen to him.

"I've kept her secret from everyone because I didn't want her to be in danger. But somehow our rivals have found out about her," Mikey stopped, swallowing his anger as the weight of the situation hit him. "We are going to find the men looking for her and we are going to fucking kill them. All of them. Destroy their gang one member at a time if we have to."

The men nodded along, Sanzu particularly eagerly. He always excited at the thought of bloodshed.

"You're all to guard her with your life," Mikey continued, "I'll be working on a schedule for everyone to take turns keeping an eye on her while the rest of us continue work as usual."

"What if you bring her to work?" Koko asked. Mikey's brow furrowed, but he continued. "Our headquarters is secret and there always a bunch of us around. That's gotta be safer than just one of us at an apartment. And then you don't have to worry about shifts."

Leave it to Koko to find a way to be more efficient. Mikey debated it. On one hand he had a good point; it was probably safer to have you surrounded by more people. And then Mikey would alway be around at work and when you went home. Because he was definitely making you move in with him, at least until he was sure there weren't any active threats against you. But at HQ you'd in the middle of his business and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Plus there were other concerns he had...

"I think that's a good idea," Ran piped up.

"I agree," Takeomi said, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Of course they like the idea. Mikey wasn't an idiot, he knew you were a pretty girl. He's seen the way men look at you and being a man himself, he knows what those looks mean. It makes him sick to his stomach. It's not that he is some control freak that would say you're not allowed to date anyone, but he has high standards when it comes to who should be allowed to date you. And this lot of men don't even come close. They were great employees, cunning and devious, but he wouldn't want their hands on you. Having you around would be like throwing blood in shark infested waters.

Still, he couldn't deny it HQ would be the safest place for you to be. Mikey sighed. "Alright, you're right Koko," he replied, acknowledging only his white haired subordinate. Had it been anyone else who suggested it he may have said no, but Mikey trusted Koko not to have ulterior motives. He wasn't so obsessed with getting women in his bed like the others. "But there will be rules. Her safety is the number one priority. I'll expect you all to take a bullet for her if needed."

No one objected. Signing on to Bonten meant being willing to take a bullet for Mikey. What was one more person?

"And no one fucking touches her," Mikey stated, looking every single one of them in the eyes so they'd recognize the weight of his words. "If you do, I'll put a bullet in you."

Ran's lips twitched ever so slightly. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he was still amused. He was a man who loved a challenged and Mikey just made this all the more fun for him.

***

Moving in and working with Mikey was not as bad as you thought it would be. Mikey's "apartment" was more like a penthouse and did not make you miss your shabby little apartment at all. You had been worried about privacy, but you had your own room and bathroom down the hall and he gave you space when you needed it. You were actually liking the arrangement, getting to spend more time with your brother than you had in a while.

Even going to work with him wasn't so bad. At first he expected you to just sit around all day, but you insisted on doing something while you were there. He was very wary of it, not wanting you to get too involved in his way of life, but eventually allowed you to do some small stuff. You cleaned up a bit, made coffees, helped organize some old files. Simple stuff.

Then you discovered the HQ had a kitchen. It was little, but Mikey was more than happy to buy all the gadgets you needed to make it functional. Since then you spent your days baking, the thing you missed most. It worked out perfectly, it kept you busy with work Mikey deemed safe and the guys got fed delicious pastries. Everyone was happy.

In fact, you were surprised by how much you were enjoying this. There was still an element of fear knowing that the bad guys knew who you were and sure you got frustrated you couldn't go out with friends, but you did like going to work Mikey.

There was another reason you enjoyed going to Bonten HQ with Mikey so much. Ran Haitani. The attraction you felt towards him the first time you saw him has only grown. He charmed you with ease, like he wasn't even trying. Ran, of course, was trying. Specifically he was trying to make his flirtatiousness seem as casual as possible, as to not upset Mikey. He loved testing the limits, seeing what he could get away with.

"What're you making, sugar?" Ran asked as he entered the kitchen. He'd started calling you that nickname after you started supplying the execs with endless sweets. From anyone else you would think it was corny, but from Ran and it made your heart skip.

"Peanut butter brownies," you replied, taking in his appearance. He was always dressed well, but today he looked particularly good in an immaculate lavender pinstripe three piece suit. You reckoned no other man could pull it off.

He looked you up and down, a sly smile on his face. "Can't wait to get a taste." Your cheeks colored. You knew he was talking about the brownies, but the way he looked at you...

"You sure do have a sweet tooth, Ran."

"Well you're certainly hard to resist. Your baking, that is," he said with an innocent smile.

"Is there something specific you'd like to try?" you asked, returning his faux innocent banter.

Ran grinned, "I could think of something." It was then you realized the two of you had gravitated towards each other. Ran towered over you, his rich, warm scent filling your lungs.

Before you could speak, your brother's voice shattered the tension between the two of you. "Am I interrupting something?"

Ran turned, a calm smile on his face. "Nothing, boss. Y/n here was just telling me about the brownies she made. Was hoping she'd let me try 'em." He spoke so casually, nothing like the low simmer in his voice that had been pulling you in just seconds ago.

"Yeah, I bet," Mikey replied flatly. "A word alone, Ran." Mikey left without another word.

"Save a corner piece for me, they're my favorite," Ran smiled at you before slipping out of the room.

"I thought I made myself clear," Mikey stated when they were alone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, boss," Ran replied, that stupid smile still on his face. Mikey wanted to punch it off him.

"Do you think I'm stupid Haitani?" Mikey asked, his jaw tightening.

"Not at all, boss."

"Then you know that I know what you're up to," his eyes narrowed.

"I just wanted to try some bro-" Mikey cut him off by pounding the wall next to his head. Ran didn't even flinch.

"If you touch my sister you're a dead man," Mikey snapped.

Ran smiled again. "Wouldn't dream of it."

But dream he did. Hell he straight up fantasized about it. What you'd look like bent over those counters you constantly worked at, looking up at him with those pretty eyes while on your knees, how sweet you'd taste... He thought about it all. But more importantly, he planned.

Later that evening Mikey addressed the incident in the kitchen with you. "I don't like you talking to Ran."

"What? What's wrong with him?"

Mikey almost laughed. What wasn't wrong with him. "He's just..." he searched for the right word, not wanting to scare you. "An idiot."

You laughed. "All men are idiots." Mikey gave you a look, but couldn't help but smile.

"I'll ignore that comment," Mikey replied, "But he's just involved in bad shit. I don't want you getting close to people in my line of work, even the one's I trust. Plus, he only wants one thing."

You rolled your eyes. "Why do I feel like I'm about to get the birds and bees talk."

"I'm serious."

"Oh, I know you are," you half sighed, half laughed. "Like I said, all men are idiots. I know what men want, I've dealt with plenty of guys like that. I'm sure I can handle myself. Plus, he doesn't seem that bad."

"Well he is. So stay away from him," Mikey said with finality.

"What're you gonna do, kill him?" you asked, half joking.

"If I have to," Mikey replied so casually you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. You knew he would never hurt you, but you weren't blind to what your brother was capable of.

"You're way over thinking this," you replied, realizing that it would not be worth it to argue over this. "I don't see Ran like that. He's just another weirdo you work with. I'm not interested in him."

That seemed to appease Mikey. You were a better liar than you thought.

Since the day Mikey found you in the kitchen with Ran, the two of you were never alone together. Neither of you address what was going on between the two of you, but you knew he felt it. You could tell by the way he looked at you. You were certain it was not a one-sided crush. However, you were smart enough to know it could not be openly pursued.

Then, one day Ran appeared to you in the kitchen. Alone. "Mikey's out on errands."

For a half second you wondered why he was telling you this, but then it hit you. "Oh." Mikey was gone. That meant...

There was nothing more to be said. You were on each other in an instant, as if taken over by autopilot. Ran's hands felt so good on your body, already wrapping around your waist. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, desperate for more.

Ran wasn't patient in the best of times, but today? He couldn't wait another second to have you. He lifted you up on the counter with ease, pulling a half giggle half gasp from your lips. He moved skillfully, stripping your lower half without ever breaking away from the kiss until he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Been dreaming about tasting you," he hummed against your thighs. He licked a stripe up your pussy and groaned. "So sweet. Knew you would be."

Ran buried his face between your legs. He knew he didn't have a ton of time and wasn't going to waste a second of it. His plush lips attached to your clit, making you gasp. You knotted your fingers through his lilac hair, needing something to steady yourself. His teased you, pressing against your aching entrance.

"Fuck Ran," you gasped, hooking your thighs over his shoulders and locking him against. Ran loved it, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against him, how desperate you sounded. He needed to see you completely fall apart.

Ran slipped a finger into your throbbing hole and returned to sucking at your clit. You gripped his hair so tightly it made his scalp ache, but that only egged him on more. The feeling of his fingers curling inside you and his tongue lapping at your clit was too much for you. Your body shuddered as came, moaning his name. Ran savored every second, not pulling away until he was sure you were completely finished.

He stood up, about to kiss you again when his phone went off. He checked it, cursing when he saw Rindou's message. "Mikey's on his way back," He practically groaned. Ran almost laughed at how you pouted.

"I want you so bad."

"I know sugar, believe me," his eyes flicked down to the tent in his pants, making your eyes widen. "But if you're brother kills me before I get to fuck you then we're both shit outta luck." He gave a quick kiss. "Promise I won't make you wait too long." And with that he was gone.

***

It had only been two weeks, but it felt like an eternity. You thought there had been a lot of tension before you hooked up, but now it was down right unbearable. You both seemed to be avoiding each other, not because you didn't want to see each other, but because you couldn't trust yourselves not to pounce on each other. The few times you were in the same room together were a true test of endurance.

The way Ran looked at you drove you wild. His eyes would scan your body in a way that would seem casual to anyone else, but you could feel him undressing you, thinking of all the ways he would ravish you. It made your heart race and your knees buckle. Ran had one hell of a poker face, but the glint in his eyes told you that he too was dying to get his hands on you.

By the time a month passed, you were wondering if Ran was ever going to make a move. Then, on a Thursday night just as you were about to head to bed you got a text.

Ran: Come get the door. Quietly

Your heart raced, wondering if you were reading it right. The door? As in the front door where you lived with Mikey? He wouldn't dare come here, not with Mikey at home. But you had to check. Your crept out of your room, pausing to listen for any signs of Mikey being awake. His room was on the opposite side of the house from yours, but you didn't dare get to close and risk waking him.

When you finally opened the door, you were shocked to see Ran standing there with a calm smile on his face, despite his text.

"What're you-"

Ran held a finger up to his lip, silencing you. "Let's talk somewhere private, yeah?" The way his eyes flicked over you, smirking at the tiny shirts and tight little tank top you wore told you he wasn't looking to just talk. This was a bad idea, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The next thing you knew, Ran was in your room. It was weird to see him there, in your private space. It made your stomach churn with anticipation.

"What're you doing here?" you tried again.

Ran sat on your bed, making himself comfortable. "I couldn't stay away from you any longer."

"But here? With Mikey at home?" you questioned.

"Mikey and Sanzu hang out and drink every Thursday night," Ran replied, "They always come in Friday with hangovers. I was feeling generous and bought them a few bottles of their favorite whisky for this evening. I imagine they'll both be sleeping well with how much they drank tonight." Your eyes widened as you processed his words. Ran didn't tell you that he slipped some sleeping pills in their drinks. You didn't need to know that; all you needed to know was that Mikey was very unlikely to disturb you two tonight."

"Are you saying-"

"I'm saying, if you can be quiet for me sugar, we can have some fun tonight," Ran smiled wickedly. "Whaddya say? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?"

"Yes." The words were barely past your lips when Ran pulled you on to his lap. Your straddled him, your bodies easily fitting together. You replayed Ran's kiss countless times since hooking up, but feeling it again blew your imagination away. His lips and tongue moved expertly, intoxicating you. Any concerns of getting caught fell to the wayside as your hips rolled against him, feeling hims harden under you.

In a flash, Ran had you flipped over, your hands pinned above your head. He licked his lips as he looked down at you. "God the things I would do to you if we had time." He kissed at your neck, nipping it lightly. He was careful to not leave a mark, but couldn't resist the way it made you gasp. "Promise one day I'll be able to do everything I want to you. But for now I just gotta be inside you."

You nodded eagerly, wanting to feel him in you so badly it ached. Ran practically tore your clothes off as you pawed at his. His fingers slipped between your legs, grinning smugly as he felt how slick you were. He toyed with your clit before sliding two fingers inside your tight pussy. He watched as your wriggled and gasped at him pressing your g spot.

He drank in this sight, relished the rush of having you splayed out and needy for him in Mikey's own home. Fucking you like this was the ultimate fuck you to Mikey. He could practically get off on the power trip of it alone.

Ran continued to finger you as he sucked on your tits. Your fingers tangled in his hair, scraping his scalp. He hummed in pleasure as he took your nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud as he played with your clit. The sensation grew too intense, pushing you over the edge.

You let out a moan and Ran's free hand clamped over your mouth. He secretly loved that you couldn't keep yourself quiet, but couldn't risk getting caught before he got to fuck you.

"Thought you were gonna be quiet for me?" Ran teased as you came down from your high.

"Fuck I'm sorry Ran, just felt so good," you replied breathlessly. He couldn't even pretend to be mad.

"That okay pretty girl," he replied, "But I'm gonna fuck you even better than that, so you better keep that pretty little mouth shut." You nodded eagerly, anything to get Ran inside you.

Ran stroked his long, hard cock as he spread your thighs apart more. He admiring how slick your pussy looked, his cock aching to feel you wrapped around him. He lined himself up to you, pushing in. His held fell back as his bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan.

"Fuck, angel, prepped you and you're still so fucking tight." He kept his voice low. He rolled his hips, feeling your pussy suck him. "Feels so fucking good."

You didn't trust yourself with a reply. The way Ran thrust into you made your entire body flutter with pleasure. You felt him so deep it left you breathless, his cock hitting spots in you you didn't know existed. You grabbed the back of his neck, burying your face into it. You sucked and nipped at his neck, trying to prevent yourself from crying out. The more Ran fucked you, the hotter it was to keep quiet. Your teeth sunk into the junction of his neck and shoulder and Ran relished in the sting of your bite.

"Fuck Ran," you whined against his skin as pleasure consumed your senses. Your pussy throbbed around him as you came, making his thrusts falter.

"Shit baby so good," Ran panted. His cocked twitch as he finally released, filling you with his cum. He slid out, a smug grin on his face as he watched his cum leak out of you and make a mess of your bed. He was debating if he should risk a picture when he heard the familiar metallic click of a gun cocking.

"Mikey what the fuck!" you gasped, covering yourself in your sheets, though he wasn't even looking at you. His dark, cold stare was solely on Ran as he point his gun at the lilac haired man's head.

"You're fucking dead Haitani."

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paradoxic-ally · 3 months ago

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Nevermore Theory

Alright, I’m finally going to go out and post my own Nevermore theory, now that the comic has returned. A lot of the things I wanna talk about are already pretty popular subjects of theory in the fandom (“Who killed Annabel Lee?”), but I wanna tackle a few points I rarely see addressed.

I am going to put all of this under the general thesis of: “The deans don’t lie, but they deliberately mislead.”

Unscientifically speaking, every time the deans come out and tell us something, my bullshit senses go off big time! I want to focus on two main claims they have made, that influence how we view the story in a major way: Who killed Annabel Lee and What’s up with the new life?

1. Who killed Annabel Lee?

I feel it necessary to type out the exact wording the deans use, because it is often misread or misremembered. Don’t worry, that is by design!

“Betrayed by the one who loved you above all else.”

“Who loved YOU” and not “Who YOU loved”. I think that distinction is very important and easily missed. Especially since the expressed purpose of the deans in that scene is to drive a wedge in Annabel and Lenore’s relationship. Now, you could easily argue, that this still points to Lenore. The two of them are the No. 1 relationship to root for after all. But this is where the second part of the statement comes in: “above all else”. In my opinion, Lenore has already demonstrated that she can and will put other things above Annabel Lee (divorce arc anyone?). I don’t doubt, that Lenore and Annabel were a lot closer when they were still alive, but I also don’t doubt that this is one of Lenore’s core personality traits. The other thing I want to point out is, that you don’t have control about “who loves you the most.” You would hope it is your significant other, or maybe a good friend or even a parent. But you can’t really know that. Which brings me to another part of this theory: “Well, who did it then?”

Short answer, I don’t know, but I have a hunch.

First off, I kind of dismissed her father as a suspect by personal preference. We don’t have a lot to go off here, but I think he is too dismissive of her to fit the description. I’m particularly thinking about the scene where he gushed to “Leo” about boats, rather than playing wingman for his daughter.

My main suspect is instead Annabel’s nameless suitor. We don’t know much about him, other than he has already challenged Annabel multiple times (showing dedication). She says: “I’ve defeated the poor fellow a dozen times now, but he is terribly persistent.” Her father has promised him, that at the end of the season he can marry Annabel if she hasn’t found a husband by then. I can imagine how angry he might be, if that plan doesn’t shake out and she gets engaged to another man, right before he finally gets his wish.

Coming back to the deans, I think we can find that they very deliberately chose their words to lead to a false conclusion. Annabel might know who she loves above all else, but she can’t know who would love her in that way. She is left to make assumptions and we along with her. The words “love” and “betrayal” point to someone close to her, and since she died on her wedding day we are lead to a most likely suspect. That’s how we skip over the precise details of the claim. And the deans have never even uttered a lie.

2. What about the new life?

“If you survive these exams you’ll get a chance at a new life.”

That’s the first claim we get from the deans about the prize waiting at the end of nevermore academy. And it is frustratingly vague. Luckily, we already know the first trick they pulled with that one, so we can take that as a guide to analyse it further. This short little claim lets you read almost anything you want into it. It doesn’t specify how many students are allowed to claim the price or, even more importantly, how tose exams will be designed. By leaving out information the automatic assumption is: “Everyone who passes the exams, gets a chance at a new life.” However if these exams ever are designed to only allow a single winner, then only one person would be able to clear the win condition. Nobody would think about any of this, when presented with such an opportunity. It’s why all hell breaks loose when they finally reveal the reward will only be granted to one student. Speaking of which, their wording changes a bit in that reveal.

“…and to the one lucky student amongst you who will be born again.”

Born again is new. It implies at least to some degree a fresh start. Not simply a continuation from where you left off. But that’s another problem. We do not know a single thing about what that new life entails. The students are too caught up in the urgency of the whole situation. They are dead. The deans are offering a way to return. That is all that matters. We hear what we want to hear. I think if we were to ask every student, every one would want something different out of the new life. I doubt Pluto would like to return to how things were.

What the new life looks like is impossible to say, and it is once more designed that way. I still would like to theorise. My personal pet theory is, that you return to the world of the living as a spectre. This is why the deans push students to manifest train their powers. Students with strong spectres are shown favouritisms and exams are designed to eliminate students who haven’t manifested. If you were to return to the world of the living as a human, what good would your spectres do you?

Im conclusion, the deans use our own assumptions against us, by being deliberately vague on important subjects. At the same time, they have yet to outright lie about something. They simply don’t tell you things. To me, that means double checking everything they say. It is kind of like uttering a wish to a djinn or dealing with fae. Be really mindful of the wording and how it may be used against you.

Thanks for reading this far and please let me know if I have missed something, especially if it debunks some of my claims. I am happy to hear your thoughts :)

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #nevermore theory #ally rambles

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tachiguin · 7 months ago

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Is Tanizaki really more evil than Dazai?

I don’t think I’ve ever written a longer meta about “Tanizaki is the person who comes the closest to “evil” among all the Detective Agency employees”, which is something Asagiri mentions at a BSD Exposition, but I do have a lot of thoughts about it. I think the most popular reaction to this statement is ‘more than Dazai?!’ which is fair. Because Dazai is a former Port Mafia executive and has a rap sheet longer than Tetchou’s saber. But I think there’s multiple angles at which you can tackle this: The qualifier being “among all the [ADA] employees”, what makes someone more evil than another, how you define ‘evil’.

The easiest way to justify this if you firmly believe that Dazai is more evil than Tanizaki is to separate PM!Dazai from ADA!Dazai. Say that PM!Dazai is more evil than ADA!Tanizaki, who is more evil than ADA!Dazai, who after Oda’s death promised to be on the side that saves people. Current Dazai is making an active effort to be less evil than he may have the potential to be, and that counts for something. Whereas Tanizaki knowingly throws all pretenses of being a good guy out the window as soon as someone he cares for is put in danger.

Though, I raise a further question: if PM!Dazai is more evil than ADA!Tanizaki, who is more evil than ADA!Dazai, would PM!Tanizaki be more or less evil than PM!Dazai? Perhaps we will get our answer if Tanizaki does end up transferring to the Port Mafia.

However, I also don’t necessarily want to shut down this discussion by just saying “Well Dazai is in the ADA now, he was definitely more evil when he was a PM executive”. It feels like a cop-out. Rather, I think that depending on how you define ‘evil’, you can definitely argue that Tanizaki is far worse than Dazai. Is it evil to be indifferent to committing evil acts, or is it evil to situationally want to commit evil acts? Is it evil to be aware of one’s moral faults, or is it evil to think oneself innocent—normal, even—as one is willing to do any atrocity under the right circumstances. Honestly, we can argue morality and try to assign quantitative values to “evil” back and forth, all day until we die. There’s really no “correct” answer here. But for the point I’m making that’s good enough. Depending on how you view “evil”, you could easily see how Tanizaki is closer to evil than Dazai, who never really saw a real difference between evil and good.

I think one of the most ‘evil’ things about Tanizaki is that he thinks he’s normal, with his whole chest. He’s the first person to suggest murder as a solution to a problem, and he just doesn’t understand why everyone else shows reluctance.

He seems to have some vague awareness that his morality is somewhat less than that of his coworkers, as in the Light Novel he thinks that he “[has] a mediocre sense of justice]”, but he mostly equates this to just being cowardly and timid, rather than the full blown self-awareness than we see in Dazai, who is able to articulate to Oda that he feels there is no real difference between the side of “good” and the side of “evil”, and embraces this knowingly.

I also think that to a degree its Asagiri's nihilism at play. Because BSD is a world full of characters with shifty morals, and characters like Kunikida who cling to their principles like a lifeline are a minority. So in a way? Tanizaki is the most ordinary guy.

And he’s not evil on purpose, or performative about it (like other characters, to a certain degree, like Fyodor) it’s completely ingrained into him. It's just that he isn’t a good person, but he’s not necessarily invested in being a bad person either. He simply cares about himself and the people within his circle, to the point that he doesn’t care what he has to do for their sake. I think this is also something that appears subtly in his irl counterpart’s works: the idea of love/affection as evil. Tanizaki-sensei used this kind of oxymoron a lot: ugliness and beauty, hurt and pleasure, destruction and love.

"[his] self-immolation, [...] with which he changed his whole life in an instant, turning the ugly into the beautiful, [...] it was very nearly the act of a saint." — Tanizaki Jun'ichirou, A Portrait of Shunkin

"Little by little, the loathsomeness changed into an unfathomable beauty." — Tanizaki Jun'ichirou, A Fool's Love (Naomi)

"It was evil incarnate, without any question, and at the same time it was all the beauty of her body and spirit elevated to its highest level." — Tanizaki Jun'ichirou, A Fool's Love (Naomi)

Maybe that’s why Tanizaki is closer to evil than Dazai. Because ‘evil’ is second nature to Tanizaki, in part because it goes hand and hand with love and care.

I don’t think Tanizaki’s “evil” could be reasoned with, in the same way you might be able to convince Dazai or Mori not to do something awful. Because Dazai’s evil is ruled by indifference, and Mori’s evil is ruled by logic, they’re both less personally invested in their evil acts than Tanizaki, whose evil is ruled by emotion. You might be able to give Mori a reason why the more logical approach would be to not commit a homicide, but the same reasoning would never work on Tanizaki, because his evil is coming from a more fundamental desire to commit the morally corrupt action, rather than seeing it as a means to an end. In this regard, you could easily see how Tanizaki is closer to evil.

Still, returning to my point about how nebulous the definition of “evil” is—you could also argue that it’s more evil to coldly commit evil acts as a means to an end, as opposed to doing evil acts out of love or affection for another person. However, I think it’s clear why Asagiri made a statement that implied Tanizaki to be more morally corrupt than Dazai, regardless of whether you agree or not.

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callum-librrry · 2 years ago

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Uncanny Valley

Tom and Hazai were exploring a planet recently added to the intergalactic database. Navis was tasked with bringing supply packages to the sentient species there. It was all, of course, an effort to have the planet be knowledgeable of the wider community of space while attempting to keep their technological influence to a minimum. They did something similar to Earth way back when the lightwaves finally made it to the council and Humans were confirmed to be sentient themselves. Unfortunately, any attempts made were quickly swept under the rug known as secret government agencies.

This planet seemed to be doing much better environmentally than Earth was. Lifeforms here evolved somewhat eerily. Most flora was found underground where liquid water was in constant supply. Tom had also seen a large plant with what looked suspiciously like bones in various odd places. After some confirmation with various off-world researchers, it was noted that the plants here were carnivorous. This made sense in Tom’s mind, considering there were multiple examples of such behaviour in the plant life on his home planet. This information spooked Hazai quite a bit more. She was nervous around anything with roots for the entire rest of the mission.

They had been wandering with a vague sense of purpose for quite some time and they were yet to come across any sort of sentient life. This fact did not help the ever-increasing complaining of Tom’s muscles under the weight of the supplies. Gravity here was slightly stronger here than it was in standard conditions, which did not help the ache in Tom’s back in the slightest.

“Hey, Hazai,” he said at last, “I think we should take a break. I can’t carry this pack any longer.”

Hazai reluctantly agreed. She was itching to get out of the underground tunnels and back into the starlight. Nevertheless, they sat down beside a large woody plant that smelt vaguely of honey and laid down some sleeping bags. Well, Tom did in any case. Hazai liked to rest sitting upright with her feathers ruffled in a way the Human found incredibly endearing.

Tom was almost asleep when he heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the tunnel walls. He jerked upright. Hazai had heard the sounds too but seemed less troubled by it.

The footsteps continued. They sounded odd to Tom. They were familiar. Concerningly so. He could hear that whatever it was was bipedal. Its footfalls were also heavy. Not much could echo in such a densely vegetated area. The sound seemed almost… human.

Almost.

Some primal instinct was crawling its way up Tom’s spine. Something was seriously wrong here. He just couldn’t pinpoint what.

He edged up from his sleeping bag, not taking his eyes off the slight bend in the tunnel where the footsteps grew steadily closer.

Hazai seemed to sense the tension now. Her feathers puffed up and she raised her arms in a way not dissimilar to a threatened owl. She did look bigger, but Tom found it difficult to see the Braal as any more intimidating.

Then, from around the bend a figure emerged. The dull light of the cave system made it difficult to make them out in any detail but Tom was still certain that there was something wrong with this alien.

"Oh look, Tom!" Chirped Hazai in relief, "It's a Human! Maybe they can help us find--"

Before she could finish, Tom cut her off with a warning whistle. His nerves made it a little off-key but the message came through nonetheless. Tom eyed up the approaching figure.

It did look Human, in every way it should. It had two plantigrade legs and stood upright in the same way a Human would. It had all the key features on its face. Every part of its anatomy was undeniably Human.

Except, for the fact that it wasn't Human.

There is an interesting thing amongst the species that isn't seen anywhere else in recorded databases. It's a unique sense known only to Humans. Something that has been dubbed the 'uncanny valley' effect. An ability derived from the insane capability of the Human mind to find a Human face. The mind is in fact, so good at finding faces of the same species that it can impeccably recognise when a face is not Human even though all key indicators show that it should be.

Notable comments made by various subjects in studies of the phenomenon say that they themselves cannot pinpoint what exactly causes the effect for them. Some guess it can be the way the Not-Human's mouth moves, or that its hands are ever so slightly out of proportion. Another key feature mentioned is the eyes.

The eyes are what tip Tom off.

"That's not a Human."

Hazai looks at him questioningly. She couldn't see any difference between the average Human and the one in front of her.

"I know you can't see it," Tom said as he grabbed the Braal's feathered shoulder, "but you have to trust me on this."

Hazai hesitated for a second but complied. She’d seen enough of Humans to know not to question their instincts. She eyed the alien in front of her. She looked desperately for what Tom saw in the being. She didn’t have much time though, because soon after Tom dragged her down the winding stone tunnels. A few plants followed them with their gaping traps. They weren’t running. At least, Tom wasn’t. Hazai managed to keep up with his speed walking by hopping forward occasionally.

The Not-Human was following them in strides slightly too long. It moved casually. It even spoke.

“Wait,” it said, “I only want to talk.”

Hazai had the impression they were speaking through a translator. She could hear the metallic drone behind each word. But she could hear desperation behind it. Something she’d heard from Tom multiple times before.

“Please,” she tugged at Tom’s sleeve, “Can’t we listen? They might stop once they know we know.”

Tom grimaced. He was thinking through all the possible ways attempting to negotiate with the alien might go wrong, but with one look into Hazai’s eyes, he complied.

“Fine,” he groaned, “we’ll talk.”

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The alien sat in front of them on a mossy stone. Their limbs were splayed around them in a way that really shouldn’t be comfortable. They looked comfortable now though. The short conversation they had (which was more of a declaration that Tom saw through their disguise) allowed them to relax.

As it turns out the alien is from a species of ‘shapeshifters’. They explained that it is mainly used as a defence mechanism but as the species became more sentient they tended to use it more for fun.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out,” They explained, “I just thought you looked cool, and it’s always easier to make friends when you look like them.”

Tom didn’t make eye contact. He could barely still look at the alien. He understood them, to a certain extent, but the whole ordeal still had him on edge.

“I’m surprised you knew I wasn’t… uh Human. Generally, my disguises are pretty good”

Tom spluttered for a second as he tried to think of an answer.

“It’s– Um, it’s just something we’re good at? We just know when something isn’t actually human.”

The alien hummed.

“Don’t think I’ve heard of anything like that before…”

“You probably haven’t. We’re weird like that.”

The group fell into a mildly comfortable silence. Tom glanced at Hazai who also seemed to be mulling the new information over. She had a concerned look in her eyes.

Eventually, Tom remembered the reason they were there in the first place. He handed over the supply pack.

“It’s mainly just some information about intergalactic culture. Dos and do nots and all that. I think there's some stuff about similar planets and how to survive basic space travel,” Tom picked up a few items as he spoke. “We’re not meant to interfere with ‘the natural technological progression of a planet’, so I can’t really help you out with the getting to space part.”

“Ah.” The alien was thinking. Tom noticed a certain pattern in the way their limbs moved when they were considering things.

“I guess I’ll have to get this back to the rest of us,” they said finally.

The conversation turned to goodbyes here. Tom was eager to leave the weird uncanny valley planet and Hazai just wanted to be able to see the sky without the fear of being eaten by an off-brand pitcher plant. The alien, though, seemed at home here. He explained how he hated to see the two travellers go.

“But I guess we’ll get more now that we’re registered with, whatever the space organisation is.”

Tom agreed and they parted ways.

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Back on Navis Tom and Yongrae were eating together.

“I had the weirdest experience on that new planet we went to,” Tom said, “The sentient species there can shapeshift, it’s weird as hell.”

“Ah,” Yongrae smiled, “like a Not-Deer situation?”

“Worse. They looked Human.”

“Ohh…”

“Y’know I tried to explain it, but it’s just really weird. What even is that?”

Yongrae thought for a second.

“Uncanny Valley?” he said, “Like with that one guy in Rogue One?”

Tom nodded eagerly. It had been on his mind ever since they left the planet. Uncanny Valley. It had a nice sound to it. He’d have to do more research into exactly what it was.

“Thanks for that, man. It’s been bothering me.”

“No problem,” Yongrae hit his shoulder, “You know what we should do now? Binge some Star Wars.”

Tom laughed. While being an Earth classic, the movies really showed their age now. It was more like watching a documentary on what the past Humans thought about space, but it was fun nevertheless.

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

#writeblr #writing #haso #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders #uncanny valley #humans are space australians #humans are weird #humans are space fae #JANK 2 #more JANK 2 one shots because the main story is killing me #uncanny valley is freaky tho #why do we need to know when something isn't *quite* human?

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howlsofbloodhounds · 2 months ago

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How about something new (eyyy) to talk about? Tô spice things up? Thoughts and/or head canons on omega chara from ultratale/Vitaltale?

Omega Chara would never write out their nickname as like Omega, it’d be like the Greek alphabet letter: Ω.

I was reading up on the two wikis, and it seems like Nightmare, this version of Chara has definitely reached their Moral Event Horizon. They are irredeemable and there’s no going back or being redeemed for them.

Of course this is possibly due to whole evil chara thing back in the day, but if we consider the possibility of what could’ve lead what we know of the person Undertale Chara was to become who Ω is, I think there’s potential.

It seems like Ω’s goal was not to repeatedly kill Monsterkind over and over and make them suffer. They got rid of the Reset deliberately, as if they wanted to kill all of Monsterkind, Frisk, and possibly even themself permanently. Either via just leaving an empty Underground behind for the rest of humankind to find, or to destroy and Erase the world completely.

According to Google, Omega (Ω) has multiple meanings, that could even provide some proof for that— “including the 24th and final letter of the Greek alphabet. It has a value of 800 in the Greek numeric system and literally translates to "great O". As the last letter, Omega can signify an ending, the ultimate limit of a set, or a "Great End".

It can also represent a grand closure, like the conclusion of a major event. Omega can also be used as slang to mean "ultimately", "most", or "supremely.”’

Another thing that’s different about Ω from Undertale Chara is that Ω wants to kill Monsterkind, whereas Undertale Chara’s issues always seemed to be with their own kind; humanity, humans.

On that note, it’s unclear if Ω is even human or ever was human. Taking a look at this photo below:

You will see that there is an upside down white monster soul inside the red upright red human soul, Frisk’s soul. Which Ω is said to have absorbed, which is what got rid of Frisk’s ability to Reset completely.

And this line in one of the Wikis certainly helps, “As of now, this is the only Pure Evil counterpart of Chara who doesn't appear to be a human, instead being a monster who looks vaguely humanoid.”

Was Ω always a monster, even in life, or did they die a human, and come back..wrong? It’s implied that they helped Frisk on their original Genocide at first, so when Frisk eventually tried to go back on it, did Ω want to punish them by permanently taking away the ones Frisk held a perverted sentimentality for?

Or did Frisk (or us), unknowingly or not, teach an undead, confused child that their purpose in this new life is to truly embrace being the demon that comes when you call its name? Was Ω’s attempt to get rid of the Reset just an elaborate genocidal murder suicide? Did they believe that all of Monsterkind should die, including themself, if they were somehow no longer human or never were?

Perhaps it isn’t just guilt for failing Frisk that Delta feels, but Chara as well. Because most children don’t become like that without something behind it, some reason—even if it was as simple as Chara had learned to enjoy it and embrace it, they couldn’t have always been like that.

I wonder if Delta also has difficulties looking at Killer’s soul for too long— especially when it’s in Stage 1. Every time he looks at it for too long his abdomen starts burning, and he can almost feel the agonizing pain as if he’s being cut in half all over again.

The white, the red, the hearts—all remind of that sadistic, murderous child that seemed hellbent on death, on permanence, on finality, on an ending.

Perhaps, in a way, some part of Delta wonders if they were never a child at all; instead the Angel, who had seen the surface, come to empty the Underground. Or the world.

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antivan-sprig · 1 month ago

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OC Tag Game

Tagged by @thedissonantverses

Senpai noticed me 👉🏻👈🏻

I’ve been hoping I’d get tagged in this :)

Name: Liselath de Riva. Formerly: Liselath Nerii Talim (First name, Family name, Clan name)

She keeps her Dalish name a secret until approximately midway through Veilguard.

Alias: Rook, given to her by Viago and Teia (Short for Rookie), and eventually: Lisel, originally given to her by Davrin because he’s a sweetie who knows she needs help acknowledging her past + Dalishness but also reconciling her non Dalish identity too.

Lis, Lise, given to her by Bellara shortly after Davrin starts calling her Lisel.

Gender: Non-binary, but typically uses she/her. Gender is a more secretive part of her that she doesn’t share with anyone besides Taash and Neve 💛

Age: approx 27

Place of birth: The Weyers (southeast Antiva)

Spoken languages: Dalish, Common, Antivan

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Hearth Keeper, Crow.

Favorites

Color: Green, White

Entertainment: Bugging Viago

Rearranging his poisons/antidotes,

Writing songs about him and Teia.

Also- Learning about religion (she goes to chantry every Sunday but just because she’s a good student and is very interested in the religion of the shems) Everyone in the Crows assumes she’s really religious though 😅

Pastime: Poetry/songwriting, dancing, singing, bass, lute.

She’s forced to use these abilities for subterfuge and Crow business, which upsets her greatly.

Drink: Bergamot tea and hot chocolate

Books: Anything history related, but especially Chantry histories.

Have they

Passed university: No, but she underwent a lot of specialized training for her role as Hearth Keeper.

Had sex: Yes. Once with a fellow Talim clan member, many encounters while fulfilling contracts, Illario Dellamorte, a Crow or two, and eventually Neve.

Had sex in public: Yes.

You can guess with who from that list ⬆️

Gotten tattoos: She received her Vallaslin (Sylaise) around 16/17, when she took on her role as clan Hearth Keeper. Rather early but the former Hearth Keeper ceded her role to Lise and thus she received them.

Gotten piercings: Yeah, multiple ear piercings.

Gotten scars: Her hands are scarred from her Crow training, including an arrow scar from deflecting an arrow to save Viago

He was grateful- but so mad that her instinct was to grab the arrow, she’s a mage after all and could’ve manifested a shield or barrier)

Also- She’s got a pretty gnarly scar which begins under her left ear and traverses down her neck and down to her right collarbone.

A result of the Antaam attack which wiped out her clan, Viago (and Lucanis) found her and saved her.

Had a broken heart: Oh yes. Poor thing got WRECKED by Illario. She was desperate for affection and was really affected by his philandering. She thought he was completely genuine and didn’t really understand that he could have bad intentions.

Teia navigated her through this crisis and was PISSED, she didn’t tell Viago because she was positive it would start a schism between the Dellamortes and de Rivas.

Been in love: Neve of course 💙 but she also she fell in love with Illario, more so as in “I love the idea of being in love and having someone love me” way.

Their 2nd fight ⬆️

Are they

Cuddler: Not until she gets into a steady relationship with Neve. She’s VERY touch averse.

Scared easily: Depends, the more an enemy can understand and pray on her emotional wounds the more scared she is.

So as an example she’s not scared of dragons but is scared by certain spirits.

Jealous easily: Not at all. Could easily maintain a polyamorous relationship.

Trustworthy:

Generally yes, I think she’s very sweet and likes to care for and protect others, especially children.

Family (Easily my least developed but that sort of serves a narrative purpose)

Siblings: Six older siblings, one brother she was particularly close to and who Viago reminds her of.

Parents: Two parents, at least one mom. I like keeping them vague because it sort of alludes to the way Lisel’s past looms over her and her memories.

Children: She would love to have children, but I don’t have any specific details yet. I think Neve might be reluctant to have kids, so they’d need to talk that through.

If Neve agreed they’d probably adopt a few children.

In my wildest dreams she and Neve have a little fade baby that magically looks like both of them. That kid would be soooo pretty and the ultimate ice queen.

Pets: She loves cats and would probably bring a few to the lighthouse, but I don’t have (and probably won’t ever make) any specific ones. She’s scared of dogs.

I tried to tag people I was relatively sure hadn’t done it. If you haven’t and I didn’t tag you, just say I tagged you.

I won’t tell your secrets.

Super low pressure tagging: @lunammoon @akuma-misery @so--whoonos @whit-doodle @ofrevival @ghastlyang3l @elfmaid@officialnostradamus @strugglinggranola @caughtnyact @blightedcrow @bonesandivy @dialmformud @i-creatied-au

@bubblecat-co (I know you already did it but I’m going back in time so I can be the one who tagged you + so you know I read yours)

#last pic is cringe I know #but that’s why it’s fun #sorry for the old memes but I had to add them #asks #rook de riva #liselath de riva #about my rook #datv #crow rook #dragon age #dragon age rook #datv rook #da4 rook #veilguard rook #tumblr tagging is such crap btw #it’s impossible to find anyone holy jeez

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whitehairandtraumatized-bracket · 11 days ago

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White Hair and Trauma Brawl Round 1; Poll 33

remember, voting is based on swag, trauma, and favoritism!!

trauma and propaganda under the cut!

Trauma!

Ryou: Depending on whether you're pulling from the movie or the manga/anime, he either was gifted his haunted necklace (the Millennium Ring) by his father or picked it up after watching it kill his father both in body and soul, when he was a very young child. His sister is dead in unknown circumstances and he writes letters to her.

Every time since acquiring the Ring that he has tried to play a game with friends, those friends have dropped into comas due to the ghost in the Ring sealing their souls into game pieces, but Ryou doesn't know this until he meets another person with a haunted necklace, which gives the ghost the ability to not only speak to him (revealing that it was doing that soul-stealing in order to grant ryous wishes to 'play games with his friends forever') but also to stab the sharp parts of the Ring into his chest, making it impossible to just take it off.

This ghost can also possess his body directly, imitating him for its own purposes. In vaguely chronological order, it does this to:

- trick his friends into wagering their souls on a tabletop rpg that it has rigged against them

- stab his hand onto part of the TTRPG map he built, rendering it at least temporarily unusable

- remove a metal eye from someone's skull (licks it also but thats tangential unless that guy had transmittable diseases)

- hurt, damage the souls of, and possibly kill various people via card game using ryous identity and deck

- stab his arm to trick ryous friends into assuming his innocence

- go without food or sleep, leaving him hungry and exhausted whenever he actually has control of his body (it is sometimes unclear how much if any time he gets conscious)

- build another extensive ttrpg map which probably took like a ridiculous amount of time and effort

- force his soul to register as 'evil' so he cant help his friends with a massively important task

- vanish after defeat, leaving him with 0 closure, unsure about 99% of what happened for the past however-long, and sort of.. missing it all (ok, thats my interpretation)

AND presumably he misses a bunch of school due to this?? He's lucky it was playing card games, because at least the school makes provisions for that thanks to the protagonists needing an excuse.

Also, not putting this on the ghost's fault, since it actually steps in and takes the hit for him at the last second, but at one point hes forced out into control of the body right as he's about to be literally killed by a card game/egyptian god with the power of the Actual Sun. There's another guys soul in there at that point too but hes just temporarily using the Ring/Ryou as a vessel for survival while his alter wreaks havoc. Also in the Ring is at least part of an evil god that corrupts everything it touches including the ghost that lives in there so thats probably not great for Ryou’s like, spiritual health or whatever. In the anime he has a screaming breakdown in a church which is pretty iconic.

Phi: MAJOR SPOILERS for Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward and Zero Time Dilemma.

Has been forced into two death games. Experienced many timelines, some of which include her own death. Experiences multiple near death moments to force her to jump between these timelines. Meets her parents before she is even born (complicated). Is named after herself due to the sacrifices she made. She is knowingly patient zero for a pandemic that kills 3/4ths of the population, and learned to jump through timelines in order to attempt to stop of the pandemic from even happening. She goes through a lot, and a lot of it is hard to even really describe. She is physically more traumatized than most people could ever comprehend of due to shenanigans.

Propaganda!

Ryou: Tormented by ghosts and various other evils throughout his life, all his friends either can't trust him or fall into soulless comas, cries over his own soul being marked as evil, and he keeps putting that cursed necklace back on !! He built an occult-themed deck based around a ouija board cardset. Something wrong with this boy (affectionate)

Phi: She acts strangely and it is extremely cool. She has a brain full of odd references and wit. Everyone should play zero escape and experience her as a companion character. She also literally kills a guy on the moon with a rock is that fucked up or what

phi moment

#white hair and trauma round 1 #polls #ryou bakura #bakura ryou #phi zero escape #zero escape spoilers

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syluscore · 2 years ago

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Original Sin

~Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

Word count: 3402

Shoutout to @myrarenee for sending the request that inspired this and being down for my idea <3 This one’s for you.

Content warnings: religious iconography, smut, sexual content, submissive reader, married leon, affair between reader and leon, cheating leon, degradation, praise, faint misogyny if you squint, strip tease, vague masturbation, handcuffs, blindfold, gagging reader, using his wife’s vibrator, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, reader blacks out for a minute. also wanted to note this references addiction, smoking/drug use in terms of comparison to someone’s feelings. none of those things actually take place, but it is described a bit!

anywaysssssss, enjoy this one. leon and reader have no shame

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!

Obsession. Fixation. Infatuation. Compulsion. The way you’d drop to your knees before him without him ever asking wasn’t something you could’ve anticipated. You weren’t ashamed to call it what it was: you had a fetish for this man. The moment you laid eyes on him, something within you changed–something clicked. And you knew that no one else would ever compare to him. Others could give it their best shot and they’d never reach anything beyond a bleak dullness next to him. What’s one measly, useless star compared to the fucking sun? Nothing, that star would always mean nothing.

And Leon S. Kennedy was your sun. From the day you two met, your universe began to orbit around him. Placing yourself in his life, forcing yourself into his path. It had been enough for a while, but you wanted–no needed more of him. You craved him like a smoker craves a hit, needing to feel the burn throughout your chest and lungs. If you could shoot him directly into your bloodstream, you’d wear your collapsed, abused veins with a smile. Your salvation was somewhere within his flesh and blood and you were more than eager to tear him apart in search of it. You would dig it out from somewhere between his thighs and that is where you’d finally be saved.

You’d dropped your sneaky links and casual flings. If you had to take a guess, you maybe had another 40-60 years of your short existence. And from this point on, all of it would be dedicated to the only man who could ever make a life worth living. You’d found your faith, so why waste a single minute on such mediocre things when you could be falling to your knees and praising the holiest of bodies. His flesh was forged from nicotine, his blood flowing with amphetamines. Maybe the addictive personality was deep in your genetics, but addiction never looked so beautiful. You were made to worship him; you’d never been so sure of your life’s purpose.

Obsession. Fixation. Infatuation. Compulsion. The way he’d abandon everything he’s ever known and keep you locked away for him only wasn’t something he thought he was capable of feeling. How your eyes darkened when they connected with his for the first time. It’s as if he had lived his entire life with it merely passing him by, and now he could feel the blood pumping through his veins and the breaths he took expanding his lungs. He was lost in the pitch black in the dead of the night and you were the moon finally poking through the trees.

And you were his moon. You were the light shining down on his skin, pulling him from the darkness that engulfed him for centuries. The world went from a blurry fog, to pristine and crisp. He could make out every little detail of textures in the walls, to the patterns in the carpet. He had ascended from a mere man to an ethereal being, just because of one look from you. He felt as though he was being mind controlled by you and you were fixing his broken pieces into something somehow worthy of you. He was in a daze, transfixed by his new affliction.

That night when he went home with his wife, he plowed into her while imagining you beneath him. He thought of his cock spreading you open and ascending to the Heavens above through the waves between your thighs. Every moan or noise that fell from her lips morphed in the air between them into how he hoped you would sound beneath him. Your pussy that was made just for him would grip him so tight and milk him dry of any sins or imperfections. His soul would be cleansed within you. The same soul that fell from his body every time he came while thinking of you, and you alone.

You were the reason people were tempted away from their faith, being pulled away and into the unholy sin of worshiping a false idol. And if one day he has to be brought forth in front of the jury as they cast judgment and assign his punishment, he won’t have learned a damn thing. He could be taught lesson after lesson, delivered punishment after punishment, and his soul would still follow you to his own demise. He’ll always chase after your torment and torture that you serve for him and him only.

That’s what brought you two to these less than holy places. Dingy pay-by-the-hour motels, gross bathrooms, poorly lit closets, both of your cars–just about anywhere you could hide away from watchful eyes and cure the craving for one another. It didn’t matter how rough the terrain may be beneath you two, you’d always fall to your knees for each other. You would always be the one habit he couldn’t kick no matter how much he tried. Well, he assumed that would be the case if he had ever tried to kick the habit, or even considered it.

It was risky for him to sneak you through the backdoor of his marriage home while his wife was visiting family. But after much discussion, you both had come to the conclusion that you couldn’t find it within yourselves to care. If that made you terrible people, then you were completely okay with that. It just added to the compatibility you suppose. He was made terrible and unholy, yet sculpted in your perfect image.

“You’re one to talk about my obsession with you. You’re the one getting on your knees for a married man,” Leon spoke as he eyed your body up and down. You wore his favorite dress because you loved how it always riled him up. He loved when you wore it for him because he knew it was all for him, such an obedient thing you were.

“And what would your wife think, huh? How every time she turns her back, you don’t hesitate to shove your cock inside of another woman?” you crossed your arms over your chest, taunting him. He rolled his eyes and shifted his eyes back towards the TV.

“One woman wasn’t enough to please you. You need your cock buried deep inside of me, often several times a day. You’re obviously out of control. I sleep with one man and I’m the issue?” you continue taunting him. You just had to know how far you could push him before he gave in and defiled you where you sat.

“I’m just a man, sweetheart. Dangle a bone in front of a dog–,” you cut him off with a loud laugh. He turned back to you and raised his eyebrow at you, challenging you almost.

You stood up from the bed, the same one he shares with his wife, and slipped the straps of your dress off of your shoulders. He stared at you with intense eyes, as if he was trying to eat you alive with just a look. You weren’t wearing a bra, so when you pulled the dress down until the top was bunched around your waist, your breasts were on full display for him.

You continued pulling it down, shimmying it down past your hips, letting it fall at your feet. You turned around and slowly slid your panties down your ass, letting them glide down your thighs as you shook your ass to aid in taking them off. You peaked over your shoulder and saw Leon staring directly at your ass, causing you to smirk.

Once you were free from any clothing, you turned back around and threw yourself back onto the bed. Legs spread unashamedly. He inched closer to you and as he went to reach out to you, your hand darted out and stopped his wrist.

“Prove this self control you’ve been boasting about then. If you touch me in absolutely any way, you lose,” you told him as you pushed his hand back to his side.

He scoffed out at you, “Are you serious?” He stared at you as you confidently nodded back at him. “Well, in that case,” he spoke as he stood up, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt, “If you touch me, then you lose.” You watched hungrily as he undid every last button and let the shirt fall behind him. He slowly worked his pants and boxers off and you ate it up with your eyes. His hard cock sprung out, already begging for you.

He sat back on the bed, relaxing back into the pillows as if he didn’t have a care in the world. But it was all an act he was putting on for you. He knew you were stubborn, it was just in your nature, so maybe if he could irritate you enough, intrigue you enough with his disinterest, he surely could get you to give in first. So he went back to mindlessly watching TV, although he couldn’t pay any attention to the show that was playing. All he could think of was the sight just to the right of him and trying to discreetly stare at you from the corner of his eye.

This went on for a few minutes, before you decided you needed to up the ante. You started to run your hands up and down your body, a small whimper leaving your lips. Leon’s head snapped as he watched you tease your nipples between your fingertips.

“What have I told you about touching yourself?” he growled at you.

“What are you going to do about it, then? Come punish me? Touch me and lose? I think you know just as well as I do that you hate losing,” you tested him. Your hands abandoning your breasts and gently caressing your stomach as they slowly moved lower and lower. He followed every single one of your movements, as if he was in a trance.

You caressed your thighs, spreading them all the way open as Leon eyed your wetness. After a few seconds you snapped them close, hiding the sight Leon was desperate for the most. He bit his lip as his brows furrowed in irritation.

You rubbed your thighs together, giving yourself the vaguest bit of friction. You were so needy that even the faintest ping of pleasure had you throwing your head back and whining. Plus, it’s not as if you were holding yourself back at all. You allowed yourself to feel every little bit of sensation from your little touches here and there.

And you just carried on exactly like that. It was hard to hold any sort of self control when you were working yourself up so much. But reminding yourself of who you were also working up, yet refusing to look at, was all the encouragement you needed.

You barely opened your eyes and peeked over at Leon. You could see the sweat building up on his chest and forehead. His hands were clinging to the sheets beside him, his knuckles going white from the intense grasp he held on them. You saw him gulp deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing and tempting you deep down into your core.

You closed your eyes tightly again as you spread your thighs for him once more, gently caressing your soaked lips with your fingertips. Your teeth were biting into your bottom lip so hard that you felt like you might draw blood, but it was the only thing grounding your mind down to Earth currently. Your middle finger swiped over your clit just right and you arched your back and whined even louder than you had before.

Just as your eyes were about to flutter into the back of your head, a harsh grasp pulled your hands from your body, holding them above your head as you were pinned down to the mattress with his body hovering over yours.

“You think I give a fuck about losing?” he laughed as he brought his lips to your ear, “As if I won’t punish you either way? Make you pay for being such a fucking tease.” His voice was full of venom. His patience was more than just wore thin. It was crumpled up and had run away, somewhere far fucking away from here.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you lowered your voice until it was barely above a whisper, “loser.” He looked at you with a look of disbelief, before he laughed loudly directly in your face.

“I’m going to have so much fun making you eat your fucking words,” he sneered as he looked directly into your eyes. The darkness of his pupils nearly consuming his eyes, his irises nothing more than a hint of his usual blue.

He slid open the drawer of the nightstand directly to your right, pulling a pair of handcuffs out. You raised your eyebrow at him as he used one hand to click them open and shut teasingly. He roughly pulled your hands up to the headboard and secured you to the iron bars with the handcuffs.

He begins rummaging inside the drawer again as you nervously fiddle beneath him. Before you can process it, he’s securing a blindfold over your eyes, encompassing you in near total darkness. You were breathing heavily as he dragged some sort of piece of fabric over your mouth.

“Is this okay?” he said as he shoved the fabric in your mouth, successfully gagging you. You nod in response and he caresses your cheek gently before lightly slapping it. “Now be a good whore for me,” he whispered before you heard him press a button and some sort of device kicking on.

It doesn’t take you more than a few seconds to recognize the sound of a vibrator before he’s running the device down the valley of your breasts, past your belly button, and swirling the device around on your inner thighs. You were desperately arching your back and thrashing around beneath him, the cuffs clinging loudly against the metal bars of his headboard.

He laughs directly next to your ear, startling you. You didn’t realize how close he’d brought his mouth to your ear while he was teasing you.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you come with my wife’s toy. You’re such a dirty fucking girl, letting someone’s husband fuck you with her toy,” he speaks into your ear deeply. You whine desperately and he continues, “And you’re going to fucking love it. Her husband’s cock isn’t enough for you, is it? You have to steal all forms of her pleasure, hmm? You can’t help but plague her life with your slutty pussy.”

As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, the vibrator is directly pressed to your clit, causing you to moan out loudly as the waves of pleasure crash through your pussy. And he’s so fucking right, every single word he said. You shouldn’t want this as desperately as you do. It’s depraved, her husband using her toy to get you off in her bed. But as your climax fast approaches, you can’t help but arch your back and fully take in the pleasure.

Your first orgasm crashes through you, your body trembling against the vibrator as you desperately try to get in enough air through your nose. He pulls the toy away from your pussy for a few seconds before he presses it against you again. You’re basically screaming into your gag as your eyes roll back at the sensation returning so soon.

“That’s it. A whore like you can take it, can’t you baby?” he chuckles. “Yeah, you fucking can. Cream all over this toy for me. Show me what a filthy girl you are. I fucking love how filthy you are for me, you dirty fucking girl,” he grinds his hard cock against your thigh as you climb up to another orgasm.

Just when you think you’re gonna be held on the precipice of release forever, your second orgasm finally crashes through you. You throw your head back as tears pour from your eyes and past the bottom of the blindfold. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst through your chest, but he’s nowhere near finished.

He once again gives you nothing more than a few seconds to gather yourself, which helps nothing, before he presses it against you again. The pleasure is so painful, but so good too. You’re sobbing as your entire body tenses up against the toy again.

“Look at you, already about to come again for me. What if my wife saw how your pussy weeps for me, huh? What if she walked in right now and saw how happily you give yourself over to her husband? You have no shame. A shameless little slut. My shameless fucking slut. All fucking mine,” his words sent you over the edge again.

You were completely his, he’s absolutely correct. It didn’t matter how his life appeared, who it looked like his heart belonged to. He belonged right here between your spread thighs. Not just his cock, but all of him. You knew you were selfish, you knew God should smite you right this second because you definitely deserved it, but you wanted all of this man. You’d suffer through an eternity of damnation to spend your time Earth side beneath Leon.

He sat the vibrator down on the bed beside you before he pulled your gag out. You greedily sucked in big gulps of air into your lungs. He gently sucked on your neck as he ran his hard cock up and down your messy, drenched folds.

You’d never been someone who ever wanted more than one orgasm. Just one was always enough to wreck your body and have you satisfied, unable to handle anything else. You couldn’t stand the overstimulation at all. But just as Leon had completely uprooted your life, he changed your needs too. You’d always crave every bit of him you could get. When you two were alone together, you somehow committed all seven deadly sins unapologetically.

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock or I’ll leave you here like this,” he said as he yanked on your handcuffs to emphasize his point.

“Please. Please fuck me. I need your cock, I need you,” you whined out as he chuckled at you.

“Such a greedy fucking pussy,” he said as he shoved his cock all the way in. His balls smacked against your ass as you wrapped your legs tightly around him, pulling him in deeper. “Can’t get enough of my cock, can you? It’ll never be enough for a whore like you,” he growled.

“It’s never enough, fuck,” you moaned loudly, “Give it to me. Need you to give it to me all the time. I’m an empty whore without you.” Leon began thrusting roughly into you. He fucked you deeply into the bed below you. So deep, it felt like you might push through the mattress and descend straight to Hell. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world either. You could commit your sins of the flesh, commit your adultery, with him forever. You’d be all he needs.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight, so wet for me. I’m gonna come already,” he moaned out before bringing his mouth to yours and kissing you intensely. You were so close too, just a few more thrusts and you’d both be done for. He reached down and grabbed the vibrator, bringing it to your clit and that was it for you.

Your walls clenched tightly around his cock as you come undone again. Your eyes roll back into your head as sobs leave your throat. You weren’t sure what happened next, but one second you were coming around Leon and the next you were opening your eyes to a concerned Leon trying to get your attention. You blinked a few times as your senses came back to you.

“Holy shit! Not you blacking out from my cock,” he chuckled before kissing you again, “I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life.” His hands cling to your cheeks as he smiles down at you, his expression filled with satisfaction and something else you couldn’t quite identify.

If you were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, you still would’ve committed the original sin. You would’ve damned the word with the knowledge of good and evil. And it wouldn’t have involved a fucking apple.

~masterlist~

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