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cosycafune · 12 hours

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— PUSSY’S CONFESSION!

you know that satoru gojo likes you, so you’re confused by why his stupid self avoids you. but after a while, you finally got the answer you’ve been looking for. the man’s smart, but he’s really an idiot in the face of love. maybe showing him other ways will make him confess?

synopsis of acts: unprotected sex, creampies, getting caught, angst, pinning, degradation, virginity losses, missionary, cumming, kissing, slight fluff & potential more. not proofread.

Pinned to the wall, you’re almost breathless — your eyes wide whilst an angered Satoru towered over you. He’s mean, his nimble fingers barely activating their flexibility — when it came to trapping your hands against the door.

It wasn’t your fault that you’re tightened against his bedroom door, your eyes teary as nothing more than dreary tiredness met you. Not a hopeful spark, not colliding moons that boomed and formed fireworks with you there. To you, your heart loomed on the possibility of Satoru hating you — even after the two of you shared your first kiss with each other.

“I-I know…that you hate me, Sato’,” Shortening Satoru’s name subconsciously, your eyes grow teary at his grasp slightly tightening — your nickname ringing through his frazzled mind.

“Because you know that I’m not capable of loving you properly, without putting you in danger,” Anger adorns Satoru’s wavering tone, “I’m not the light that you’re looking for, even if we did share a kiss.” Your eyes collapse at his impactful let down.

“Am I so easy to give up on?” Mumbling innocently, you speak to him with longing. Longing that you had never experienced before him.

Satoru’s eyes are dead set on your own, even as you attempt to look away — saving your shredding dignity. Dignity whilst he has you at your most vulnerable, his lips inches away from your own as your friends’ laughter lingers against your warm ears.

“You’re going to die being with me,” Bottled, Satoru subconsciously firms his hold — his eyes meeting your delicate curls of hair.

“Then, why do you have me pinned against the wall?” Sniffling, you avert your gaze to the photo of the two of you — on his brown desk.

“B-Because—”

“—N-No, you just wanted to have almost all of me until you made this stupidity known!” Shouting, writhing vigorously, you continue, “You didn’t have a problem when we were cuddling, talking everything out, comforting each other near death, so what’s changed?” Softening with detrimental hope, your lips contort with restricted freedom.

“Because we got close to having sex, and I couldn’t do that to you, knowing that I might leave you to save you!” Satoru’s bellowing causes you to wince, glancing at him with wide eyes — irreversible damage settled on you.

“You have me pinned to a wall! You haven’t tried, but have the audacity to assume that I’m weak!” Grumbling at Satoru not moving, your heart wavers at his knee plastered so innocently between your thighs.

“What are you going to do about that?” Satoru’s unfitting teasing leads you into gently grinding against his knee, your summer dress gifting access you had never dealt with before.

“I-I’ll grind until you tell me that you love me!” Lightly grinding against Satoru’s reciprocating knee cap, a light moan entwines with your bellowed statement.

“I know that we almost had sex before, but will losing our virginities now change anything?” Concerned, Satoru’s conflicted question sparks a flame within his pensive eyes.

“Only if you tell me that you love me, since you do everything but tell me that,” Halting, you attempt to speak to Satoru’s soul — unwilling to lose yourself if he held no love for you.

“I-I love,” Satoru grows nervous, stilling his confession, unable to fathom placing you in danger, “I don’t want to hurt you.” Satoru’s false anger envelops you, causing you to begin to weep — feeling unworthy.

“I-I’m not weak, and I can protect myself,” You admit, emotionally stuffy at Satoru’s patronisation.

“You’re weak, and you know that,” Heartbroken, you pathetically glance at a wordy Satoru, “But, I still love you, so get killed if you want to.” Muttering, Satoru glances around his dorm room — his lips drawing nearer to your pouty own.

“Don’t speak to me like that again—” Satoru presses his knee upon your clit, softly rubbing upon the area as you break into uncontrolled moans.

“Speak like what, Princess?” Scoffing, Satoru pushes himself into painfully toying with you, dropping a hand of his own to lift up your summer dress — observing your frilly underwear.

“Like I’m less equal than you are,” Standing up for yourself, your lips waver as Satoru uses his vacant hand to rub your clothed clit.

“You’re my equal, so let’s see if you can handle me, without alerting Suguru and Shoko,” Deviously smiling, Satoru cups your ample breast with a newfound intrigue — his fingers brushing over your taut nipple.

—

Dazed, stretched and completely pulverised by an inexperienced Satoru, your eyes are teary, your limbs engraved by Satoru’s ample cock. Satoru had grown greedy, speedily learning how to fuck you.

And, well now, he lingers moments away from making you cum for the first time. He remains towering over you, his girthy cock splitting open your pretty cunt with all of his might. A beautiful might that has you pathetically moaning, your cream upon his cock completely motivating him — leaving him into pushing you further into his bed sheets.

Even with all the bed creaking, Satoru didn’t care as the thought of departing from you like this doomed him. To confess, to him, was to reveal your fate of death. However, like this, a safeness emerged, even if it was through him fucking you gently — stealing away your hesitant breaths.

And there it was, an ethereal face you pose — unable to hold back your cum while he cums with you. It’s something so reckless, but Satoru’s heartbeat entwines with you own as he tenderly collapses upon you. Upon you while you glance up at him, attempting to process how the two of you had gotten away with raw dogging so loudly, your cunt squelching, writhing and taking him all in.

“Sato’, just a little bit more,” Satoru’s inspired by your pleading words, leading him to grow hard inside of you — beginning to thrust gently enough. Gently enough as you had mildly bled throughout, and he didn’t want to hurt you further.

As, seeing your face tighten at his girthy cock filling you out, shaky and close to tears, lead Satoru into almost stopping. But with you holding his ample hand, you encouraged him into pushing through your pain. Your shimmering, teary eyes paired with a jelly smile that crumbled with strain.

“Ah! Sato’! Yes!” Drooling, your eyes roll back with Satoru rearranging your moulding walls.

“S-Shit, never thought I’d learn this right now,” A blushing mess, Satoru’s eyes widen at the extremely lewd sight of you — never had he experienced or viewed you in this lighting.

“Y-You’re so beautiful,” Mustering nervously, Satoru’s eyes mature into a smitten state — finally appreciating you in all of your beauty.

“Ngh! Yes! I-I am!” Connecting your lazy lips with Satoru’s own, you moan into his mouth with each desperate, emotion-storing pounding.

Pounding you know Suguru and Shoko could hear, especially with the crazy amount of shaking that Satoru’s bed made. Satoru’s gentleness was also paired with this unfulfilled desperation, leaving him into basking in your unfamiliar cunt. Something he couldn’t long to let go, memorising the soppiness of your cunt, your ring of cum, your creampie that smears his cock, he just couldn’t let it go.

“Hm! Take it, Princess! Yes!” Satoru shamelessly shouts, pulling his thick cock out of you, all before shoving into back inside of a squeamish you so effortlessly.

“F-Feels…so good—”

“—S-Satoru! Y/n!” Shocked, panting heavily, you and Satoru glance at his dorm door in shock — grateful to have locked it.

“Only I’m here,” Serious, Satoru breathless spews his lies — covering your mouth before he lightly thrusts into a tingly you.

“I can hear Y/n moaning, but make sure to at least get plan B,” At Suguru’s proud voice, Satoru feels you wrap your legs around his waist — subconsciously mewling loudly at his deep spurts cum within your abdomen.

“I love you,” Satoru shyly mumbles, observing the shyness you exhibit — covering your features with heavy shame.

“S-Suguru…heard us,” Close to tears, your choppy breaths distort your panicked words.

“I don’t care, since you’re all that matters and I said I love you,” Whining, Satoru collapses against your plentiful breasts — annoyed at the mentioning of his best friend.

“You have to earn it, since you were rude earlier,” Smiling, Satoru kisses your cushiony lips — glancing into your eyes.

To you, his eyes spilled a confession of genuine love. Through the heavens and the earths, his love’s something life-altering.

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velvetyh · 3 days

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⌜Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer | E. Sohn⌝

꒰ PAIRING ꒱ Police officer!eric x fem!reader ꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ Meeting the police officer a few times and experiencing pent-up frustration at work can lead to something… exciting. ꒰ WORD COUNT ꒱ 3150 words (oops) ꒰ TW ꒱ 18+, car sex, a lot of cringe teasing and dirty talk, degrading praising pet names (good/pretty slut, etc), y/n calling eric “officer”, ass spanking, riding (lmk if I missed anything!) ꒰ NOTE ꒱ I am not dead (yet lol), I’m attempting to get over my blank page syndrome! I hope this will help… also an Audi RS3 is a super powerful, loud car (my dream car), just so you know 😉 ꒰ REQUESTED ꒱ no! (but tagging my lovely @shmooooo i hope it’s not too bad <3)

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“Good morning, Officer,” you greeted with a smile as you got out of your vehicle parked not far from the police station to get to your work.

Honestly, working next to a police station had its benefits. Seeing handsome men in uniform was always a sight to see and knowing that they could be there in the snap of a finger in case of emergency reassured you.

“Morning, ma’am,” the officer answered after finishing talking to a colleague through a talkie-walkie, giving you a polite nod and a brief smile. You keep walking until you hear the same voice calling out for you.

“Ma’am, can I ask you a question?” “Sure,” you turned around, looking in the man's eyes. He maintained eye contact for a few seconds before clearing his throat, shoving his hand into his uniform pocket. “You are the owner of this car, correct?” he asked as he pointed at your black Audi RS3, and you nodded, staring up at him. “Yes, why?” “It’s not the first time that I see it poorly parked, you should be careful. It might disturb the traffic and cause an accident, or someone could accidentally smash it if they’re not paying enough attention,” you obediently nodded again, offering him your best smile. “I promise to be careful next time. Have a good day, Officer!”

However next morning, you parked yourself the same way you did yesterday, the same police officer standing in front of the station. You got out of your car as if it were nothing, but you immediately bumped against a broad chest, recognising the same masculine fragrance as yesterday.

“Ma’am? What did I tell you yesterday? Your back tyres aren’t among the lines, and they’re almost hindering the traffic. Next time I catch you doing this I’m giving you a fine, understood?” “Yes, Officer Sohn,” you mumbled as his name tag was almost hitting your nose at your proximity. “Good.” You stared up at him for a few seconds and apologised again before he stepped aside, nodding again before walking away, going back to his spot in front of the police station.

You were doing this on purpose because he was hot, and the uniform didn’t help at all. You wanted to see how long you could play dumb until it went too far, but what could happen aside from a fine? Maybe something amazing? you considered.

The next morning, you weren’t in the mood to play. You had started your day pretty badly, the waitress at the Starbucks drive-through had accidentally spilt your beverage on your brand-new blouse as she handed you your drink, not only ruining the fabric but also your mood and your good hopes of having a good day. And after being stuck in traffic for god knows how long, you finally made it to your workplace.

“Ma’am, this time-“ “Yes, Officer, I know that I’m not parked inside the lines, I know. Have you seen the side of your parking spaces and my car? It just won’t fit, and I just can’t take public transport from where I live, it’s way too far from my workplace to function properly the rest of the day. So just give me a fine so I can just move on from this shitty day,” you snapped at the officer, whose eyes opened widely, and he took a step back, giving you space.

You sighed in annoyance and stared up at him, seeing him keeping a relaxed attitude somehow managed to calm you down a bit, which was something unexplainable.

“Rough morning?” he calmly asked, hand going to his talkie-walkie to quickly dismiss it as his colleague's voice started buzzing from it. “Yes, this morning's rough. I just want to go home to forget about everything,” you annoyingly said while looking at the traffic jam happening in front of you, the police officer looking at you with his hands on his hips. “Okay, this is the last time I let you run away with this, but I’m being very indulgent. But tomorrow when you arrive, you better park well, understood?” “Yes,” you sighed before walking inside the building without sparing a glance at the man you left on the sidewalk.

Your day didn’t get better despite praying whatever God to help you. As soon as you stepped foot in the building, the big boss saw you with your stained top and had to share his opinion in front of everyone, telling your manager that she wasn’t doing a great job at teaching her employees the dress code.

So, of course, when the CEO was out of sight, she took all her anger on you, and it exploded in a big fight in the open space. All the precedent events had already angered you, but this was just the cherry on top. You almost said things that could have gotten you fired, and you were frustrated when she took her afternoon off for “personal issues”, leaving you to take care of all her daily assignments alone.

When you got out of work, you were mad at the world, ready to punch someone and yell out your frustration. You cursed the police officer under your breath as you saw a fine tucked in between your windscreen wipers as you approached your car, quickly entering it after ripping the paper from the wiper. You fastened the seatbelt and manoeuvred out of your parking space, flooring the accelerator pedal as the motor roared in the street you were in, drawing attention to you, but you couldn't care less. It felt like a bit of your frustration was gone by speeding, but it was too good to be true.

Going over the speed limit in front of the police station was not your smartest move. You whined, noticing blue and red lights in your rear-view mirrors when you entered the highway, pulling over as soon as possible, trying not to sink further into your crimes and misery. You felt like crying as you turned off the engine and pulled out your driving license alongside your car registration documents, rolling down the window as someone knocked on it.

“Ma’am, what a surprise! Seems like you and I see each other a lot those days,” He said as you wordlessly handed him your documents, looking straight ahead of you, jaw clenched to not break down in utter anger and despair in front of him.

He cleared his throat, “Y/N Y/L/N, what a pretty name. It’s such a shame that we didn’t meet in other circumstances, but with your bad parking, going over the speed limit on the national road and the highway, I’m afraid you might lose this,” he said, brandishing your driving license between his fingers.

“You know, Officer, I’m starting to think that you’re stalking me. I always seem to coincidentally land on you when I do something wrong,” you pettily spat, getting aggressive as you were about your lose your only way to go to work.

“Trust me, ma'am, you can call yourself lucky not to have met my superior yet. Captain Lee is not as lenient as I am. He’d give you a fine for everything that I’ve just stated, plus the non-validity of your license, for example. It expired a week ago.” He stated, opening your car door and taking your car keys, your eyes widening.

“Fuck, I forgot to make an appointment for this shit,” you rested your head against the headrest behind you and took your purse, getting out of your vehicle. "I'm going to need you to watch your language, ma'am," he smirked, as you huffed, slamming the car door behind you.

His hand hovered above your lower back, and he opened the tinted back door of the police car. As you sat down, you gave the officer puppy eyes but he chuckled and shook his head side to side, lifting the portable tray at the back of his seat to fill out a form.

“That won’t work with me, ma’am, even if it looks very tempting to not worsen your day even more.” You just shrug at his words, waiting for him to be done writing down all your infractions and give you that damn fine to go home. “It’s okay to be a bad girl sometimes though, it helps to get back on the right track,” he said as if he was chit-chatting with a friend about the most normal topic, his pen scribbling some details and ticking some cases on the paper. A smirk tugged on his lips as he saw your eyes widen in shock out of the corner of his eyes, not expecting the conversation to take this turn.

You gulped and folded your legs on top of the other, the tip of your heel almost touching his thigh, “what makes you say I’m a bad girl? I’m just a good girl with bad days, there’s a slight nuance,” you said, your foot eventually grazing against his leg.

He was quick to drop his pen and seized your bare calf, brown eyes boring into yours.

“Are you sure you want to play that game, Miss Y/L/N?” he asks, his voice getting deeper as you innocently smirked. “What game, Officer?” you answered back, the man standing in front of you. “Don’t try to act innocent. You and I both know exactly what you’re doing,” he grunted, and you moved your hair out of your eyes. “And? Do you like it?” you neared his face with yours with a smirk, your breaths mixing at your proximity. “Way more than I want to admit,” he grinned before grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in a languish kiss, your legs automatically wrapping around him. He pushed you backwards and closed the door behind him in a swift tug, his weight forcing you to lie down across the back seats.

The kiss was messy yet full of lust, your hand going in his hair to throw his cap and tug on the dark strands, a low grunt erupting from the back of his throat. When you pulled away out of breath, you brought your thumb to his lips to clean the stains of your lipstick on them, finding him even hotter at the sight of his reddened lips and lazy, lustful eyes.

He doesn’t waste a second and dives in your neck, leaving burning hickeys on your sensitive skin as he made his way down to your breasts.

He drew your blouse down, a few buttons ripping at his strength, and you gasped, undoing the buttons of his uniform as quickly as you could. He chuckled at your hastiness, eyes drawn to your white lacey bra.

“As sexy as it looks on you, I need that off,” he mumbled and you rested on your elbows, allowing you to reach behind you and unclasp your item of lingerie, throwing it at his face with a giggle.

“Oh god,” you mumbled as he immediately sucked on your breast, his free hand cupping your boob and flickering your other nipple.

“I know I’m a god, but today is Officer Sohn for you. Does that feel good darling?” he asked while trailing hot kisses down the valley of your breasts. You hummed in satisfaction, stroking his hair away from his face.

“So good, Officer,” you barely had to mutter before getting flipped on your stomach. You smirked as the police officer harshly spanked you before sitting in the middle seat, the action making you whimper as your bare nipples grazed against the rough leather seats.

He bunched up your pencil skirt up to your waist and sighed in pleasure as he discovered the matching panties, feeling the warm fabric and the plush skin of your ass. He gave it a spank, on the other cheek this time, followed by another, and another, making you whisper ‘yes Officer’ after each spank, mentioning all the laws you’ve broken, giving you a taste of how important they were with the intensity of his spank. It burnt too good, you couldn’t help getting wet at his ministrations.

“You like getting your little ass spanked, don’t you? I was right about you being a bad girl, you were just too shy and proud to admit it,” he whispered in your ear as one of his hands soothed the imprints of his palm on your ass cheeks, the other teasing and poking your already dripping hole through your ruined panties.

“O-Officer, more please,” you begged and whined, your core clenching at his teasing fingertip.

“You needy slut, look at how wet your pretty cunt is for me,” he smacked your ass harshly as those words escaped from his pretty lips, the sting slowly turning into pleasure making your eyes roll at the back of your head and moan.

His hands on your sides, he hoisted you on his lap while his mouth roamed around your neck, creating a chain of hickeys from one collarbone to the other.

He helped you grind your clothed core against the rough fabric of his uniform, looking up at you as your jaw fell agape, a fire starting in the pit of your stomach. Looking down, you teasingly smiled, angling yourself just right for your core to rub against the grip of his gun.

“Don’t play this game, pretty slut, you don’t know what I’m capable of,” he smirked as he undid his belt, soon helped by you, slipping your hand in his boxers to give his hard shaft slow, precise strokes.

"You're so hard, Officer," his head rolled back at your words, watching your spit drop from your pretty lips to his angry tip, a lust-laced smile decorating your lips turning into a moan as you aligned his cock with your entrance.

He wasn’t the thickest guy you’ve had sex with, but for sure was he the longest. Once he bottomed out inside you, he felt like he was poking your stomach, reaching so deep inside you that you could almost cum at how full you felt.

“Oh my, Y/N, you feel so good,” he mumbled, and you started rocking your hips against his, your clit getting friction thanks to the underwear he kept on.

“Oh you call me Y/N now-ngh!” you teased but immediately squealed as he slapped one of your breasts, the shock sending electricity throughout your entire body.

"Shut up and ride me like the good slut you are."

The car started rocking side to side as his hands were on your hips, having the upper hand on the tempo. He felt divine, and the adrenaline of doing it on the side of the road with someone from the authorities had you more sensitive than usual. He could feel you clench hard around his cock, but kept a steady rhythm, slightly ignoring your cries of pleasure getting louder and louder each second passing by.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted before smacking your ass, the pleasure making you lurch forward in a yelp.

You looked so pretty on top of him, face scrunched in pleasure as your boobs bounced beautifully right in his face, your hands desperately trying to hold onto something as you couldn’t stop whispering his rank, which turned him on and fuelled his ego to the max.

He pulled you down by the back of your neck in a kiss, muting both of your moans and whines of pleasure as his dick was deliciously grazing against your tight walls, hitting the right spots at each thrust.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, fuck, Officer, shit, shit, shit, just like that! Shit!” you yelled as you collapsed on top of him because of the intensity of your orgasm, thighs shaking as he was still sharply thrusting his cock inside your core, helping you ride your high as you cried and shook in overstimulation.

Repeatedly clenching hard around him, your actions brought him right in front of his orgasm, low moans increasing in volume as he was so close to reaching his high.

“A-ah, fuck darling, get off!” he grunted as you collapsed on the seat next to him, just in time to let his seeds spurt out and land on your stomach in a chain of low grunts of your name, his fist pumping his shaft to empty himself fully on your body.

As you were catching your breath, head resting against the inner part of the door, the young officer softly smiled at you in post-coital bliss, bending himself to come and kiss your knees up to your inner thigh, his tongue giving a few licks to your slit as your thighs started trembling in overstimulation.

“I can’t let your juices stain the seats, even if I really want to,” he smirked as his tongue ran over his lips, tasting bits of yourself.

He got out a pack of tissues from the front seat and gently cleaned up his cum off your body, an apologetic look on his face as he didn’t have anything softer to remove his mess from your body.

You thanked him anyway and you both started to get dressed again, closing your blazer fully as your blouse was ruined. As you were about to reach for your panties, the officer was quick to catch them and shove them in his pants pocket.

“Those are coming home with me,” he smirked, and you rolled your eyes, tugging your pencil skirt down to hide your clammy core with a scoff. “You perv. You better buy me another pair, then. And another blouse,” you said as he fumbled with something behind his neck. "You really never learn. Calling me a perv is insulting behaviour towards an officer and could get you arrested and fined, you know that?" he opened your palm with a smirk and dropped something metallic inside, only to find his military necklace with his name engraved on it.

Eric Sohn.

“I know," your voice trailed as your eyes lingered on his torso as he was buttoning his shirt up, your arrogance making him shake his head. "So I’ll see you around?” you questioned with a smile and Eric was quick to kiss your neck as an answer, licking and sucking on the sweaty skin to tease you more. “If you’re free, we can go on a lunch date on Friday afternoon. Hopefully, you’ll be a good girl in the meantime,” he chuckled, and you pressed your lips on his, tongues dancing together. “I can’t promise you anything Officer, but I’ll try my best.”

Liar.

You exited the car like it was a normal thing and went back to yours, still in a trance and a bit of shock at what just happened.

One thing that you were sure of was that you were going to take your Friday afternoon off, no matter what your manager had to say.

Because with the teasing look Eric gave you, what you’ve just experienced was the starter.

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cam3lliaw · 2 days

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Catching the eye of a prince

-crownprince!gojo x maid!reader

Who would’ve thought getting caught reading a book during work hours one random day would not only make you good friends with the right hand of the crown prince, but also end up making the said crown prince be interested in getting to know you.

contents/ warnings: might be ooc, insecurities( some implied), mentions of stealing, a bit of angst at times to eventual fluff, friends to lovers trope, the main characters are all in their early 20s, tba

word count: 0.7 k words

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notes: I've read a lot of jjk royalty au recently and I was inspired to write one as well :) this is the prologue and I don't really know how long this will turn out to be but i hope you enjoy it !! (fic under the cut)

“Need any help with that?” a gruff voice could be heard from behind.

You didn’t need to turn around to know that the voice belonged to none other than Geto Suguru, the crown prince’s right hand, his one and only best friend, and last but not least, your occasional thorn in the side.

“You really like that joke a lot, don’t you, Lord Geto.” you said, still not turning to face him as you continued to hang the sheets on the clothesline.

“And you really like to call me that, even though I tell you all the time that Suguru is just fine. And besides, I wasn’t, and never will be, joking when I ask you that question, [name].” he chuckled.

“You know that my answer will always be no, Suguru. There are some lines that even I won’t cross, and to be honest, it’s absurd to even consider I’ll let you help me.”

“And why is that?” he asked, even though he fully knows the answer already.

“Well for starters, I’m not that stupid not to be aware of the difference in our status, friends or not, it still matters to me. And secondly-” you turn to face him as a smile stretches on your face “You don’t see me coming to your office and telling you how you should do your work.”

“I wouldn’t oppose to that, you know.” Suguru smiled back.

“Like I’m smart enough to even step into a place like that.” you huffed jokingly.

At that he grimaced slightly.

“Come on, [name]. We both know you are way smarter than a lot of the people that work in this palace.”

“Reading a few books here and there only get you so far, Suguru. You, out of everyone, should know that well.”

It never gets easier, admitting that you wish for more. In another universe, you would read all day, study literature properly with someone who actually knows what they’re doing, not only from damaged pages of stolen books from the royal library, books that are about to be disposed not only because the years have left them in a horrible shape but sometimes also because the concepts explained are so old that they aren’t even right anymore.

“You know I could always bring and lend you newer ones right? I told you that on multiple occasions already and I mean it every time.” Suguru said as he approached you and stood by your side.

You also know Suguru would never make fun of you, he really wants to help. But it’s hard enough to get and hide the books in the maids’ chambers before you finish reading them and returning them to the library's unofficial “trash” section. Imagine what trouble you would get in if you get caught with fancy new books. It hurts only to think about it.

“I know…I’ll let you know in case I need anything. I promise.”

Saying this is clearly better than admitting the truth. As much as you don’t want unnecessary problems for yourself, dragging Suguru into all of this mess is even worse.

“This doesn��t look very…straight.” Suguru changed the subject to lighten the mood, as he tried to lightly stretch one of the sheets.

“We both know that’s a bold-faced lie! Don’t mess the laundry! If it ends up falling down and I’ll have to wash it again, I won't talk to you anymore, Suguru.”

“We also know that’s not true.” he chuckled as he gently bumped his side into yours.

You returned the action.

And he did it once again but a bit more forceful.

And the cycle repeated itself for a few more times until you literally shoved him, but before he could fall on the grass, he grabbed your hands and dragged you down as well, falling down a step away from the dark haired man.

“You’re acting like a child!” you exclaimed as you started laughing.

“Says the one who shoved me!” he started to laugh too.

“You started it!”

“Oh that’s such a mature argument, [name]. Impressive, really.” the male continued to laugh as he got up and helped you up as well.

Unknown to the both of you, this whole exchange was watched from afar by none other than the crown prince, who was initially looking for his best friend, but it seems like he found something else instead.

end notes: i hope you liked it! :)

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the-whispers-of-death · 3 months

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stone sparring against reader ?

Stone is cautious when sparring with you, as he is with everyone. He's a big boy as previously stated numerous times, he can do damage.

But he won't do you the disservice by throwing the sparring match. He wouldn't ever fathom throwing a match. Sparring is to test each other's skills, throwing the match wouldn't do much and would actually hinder improvement.

Unlike how he would spar with Ghost, where he'd dodge and weave. With you, Stone would use his brute strength to his advantage. He's sending blow after blow to you, testing how you'd evade and counteract his punches and kicks. He'll find your weaknesses quickly, using some of that quick processing speed in his brain that allows him to understand what an injured soldier needs in the midst of combat.

Of course, Stone won't always win. Just like how it is with Ghost, it depends on the time of day. You'll have a much easier time getting Stone onto his knees to tackle him and pin him when it's later in the day, since he's been in the base hospital for a long period of time.

But of course, unless you're taller than him (6'9"+) than you might not be able to keep him pinned. Again, it can happen if it's later in the day and you tired him out. But if you manage to get him down onto the sparring mat when he still has stamina left? You're most likely not getting him to yield in your pin. He's twisting out of it the moment an opportunity strikes.

Regardless of who wins the match, Stone is proud of you. He has heard by several people that he's very intimidating physicality wise and so he often doesn't get asked to spar, mostly it's Price telling another soldier to spar with Stone. But you initiated the request, you took on the challenge. And if you won the spar, he's even more proud of you.

It's hot when you manage to pin him down and make him yield.

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noeggets · 1 month

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High yeah I wanted to ask what prompted you to make your post where Amy is breaking down, I just wanna know what made you think of making it cause I wanna see more

OH gee let me try to remember, ok i was listening to the Sonic IDW comic drama

cause in my tags there is

"#watching the zobot drama is really putting it into perspective #they've been traumatized in ways that cannot be removed from their minds"

i was talking to my friend @ssxdz2 i think theres another post but this is the only one i can find where i was talking about it

in the post this was said by @wummy :

#they can also be considered conditioned super-soliders but were not ready for that conversation

and i said

we may not be ready but we need to have that conversation tho, cause u r right, nobody else is gonna do anything so they are conditioned to be super soldiers not only by themselves but by the people around them, look at how GUN would probably canonly ask for Sonic’s help and cooperation and if you don’t the world is doomed cause nobody is strong enough to do anything except you they also conditioned their-self to think this way because they all have the mindset “If i don’t do anything nobody will” and it’s sad that they are right, if Sonic or any of his friends don’t stop Eggman nobody will do anything, and if they do do something it wont be enough to be considered anything cause nobody can stop Eggman except Sonic or maybe GUN if they tried hard enough

Cause the world truly does depend on Sonic and his friends like they are the world

#question #i think your the person who asked me about the “zobot” thing i hope i answered your question properly

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quizzicalwriter · 4 months

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I remember, a while back, you mentioned that you wanted to write for The House That Jack Built. I was wondering if you’re still interested in writing about the film, and, if so, what kind of rules would you set to ensure your comfort?

Hi! This is a brilliant question. Yes, I'm still interested in writing for him! I'm actually finishing up my parts at the moment, it's rather lengthy. I typically write in globs rather than something concise, like beginning to end. I'll get motivation for a certain section, write that, and then write in the connecting pieces later - so, I'm currently wrapping up some of the connecting pieces.

I usually don't have an issue writing tougher things, disturbing content, etc. There are certain things I won't write, like children in a NSFW manner or bodily fluids outside of normal occurrences during intimacy. I do write for rougher scenarios, and I've never minded that. I'm able to disconnect myself a fair bit from my writing, and I'm using that quite a bit for this piece. It's darker than what I've written before. I think what's keeping me from finishing it up quicker is my worries on how others will see it, y'know?

That and dub-con is a bit of a fine line, but I take plenty of breaks with my writing. I don't think I'd ever write something that jeopardized my mental health. Although, I do love branching out, and I've enjoyed writing that piece - mainly because it's pushed me past my comfort zone.

It's worth it to branch out of your comfort zone, but everyone has limits to what they'll write - and that's okay! You have to have boundaries, just have to stick to them. And don't beat yourself up if you don't feel comfortable writing something, or if you lose motivation. I have pieces that I haven't touched in months, but I know it'll come back to me. That's usually why I tell people it'll take me a while to get to requests, but I always will get to them. It might take a few weeks, but they'll get done LMAO.

(I will say though, the piece I'm writing concerning that movie is dub-con, contains bodily harm, and will be tagged appropriately. Just a forewarning for those who are looking forward to that piece. And I'll definitely be open to writing for him again, if anyone ever requests more or the inspiration comes to me!)

#ask #words and stuff #this was so long #i'm so sorry for that LMAO #i hope i answered your question properly!#the house that jack built #long answer #long post

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grewlikefancyflowers · 2 years

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Hi, i absolutely love your metas on mdzs. So as someone who trusts your interpretation of mdzs text. I wanted to know about this particular part of MXTX Interview on mdzs. While i do know the fact that wwx's loss of control is realted to his mental health. But what can we infer from MXTX's answer for that part??

Thank you, it really makes me happy when people say they like my metas 🥰

So, I'm assuming this question is in relation to the interpretation that JZX's death and WWX's loss of control can be attributed to his mental state (and not guidao), and therefore (along with JZX actually being the one to attack first) WWX can't be considered entirely responsible for it. This is not exactly an opinion that I have—I do not believe WWX's cultivation is completely harmless.

To discuss this I think it would be helpful to first look at another translation by Gggg_Zhan of this interview excerpt, and also consider the context of MXTX's answer.

When MXTX says he in the one responsible for the death of JZX, it is specifically in relation to the interviewer asking if there was someone else behind it (such as CQL's second flautist), so when she says he is responsible, I do not think she is denying that there are mitigating factors (mental state/guidao, self defense), she is just specifically saying that that was no other person involved.

As well as that, it is pretty clear from Zhan's translation of this interview that MXTX outright said WWX's mental state did play a role in his loss of control, as well as his long-term use of guidao.

And actually, even back during the SSC, WWX was aware his cultivation was having some effect on him, this was in fact why he decided to forge the yin hufu.

'When Wei Wuxian first forged it, he didn’t deliberate too much over it. As he had to use his very own life essence [6] to control zombies and evil spirits, there were times where he was bound to feel tired.' (ch.30, tmwx)

Tangent about 'life essence' — the footnote tmwx gave for this is: '[6] 元神 (yuán shén) – Can be translated as “life essence” or “primordial spirit”. In Taoism, it is defined as a level of existence that can be cultivated, surpassing that of physical existence, capable of existing independently in the form of a soul.' Back when I first read this, I was curious about how WWX's cultivation worked and what exactly this meant in the context of MDZS, so I searched for instances of 元神 in the chinese version. In many instances it was translated to soul (for example MXY's 元神 was destroyed in the ritual), in ch.64 it is mentioned that the songs in the collection of turmoil will disturb one's 元神.

他心中高興，拍的這一下險些震倒了書案上的紙燈，藍忘機眼疾手快地將它扶了起來。魏無羨道：「藍宗主，這本《亂魄抄》裡面，有沒有一支曲子，能擾人心神、使人元神激蕩、氣血翻騰、暴躁易怒之類的？」 exr's translation: Wei WuXian spoke, “Sect Leader Lan, within the The Collection of Turmoil, is there any that can disturb a person’s composure, making them irritated, agitated, violent, easily-angered?” 7S translation: Sect Leader Lan, is there a song in the Collection of Spirit Turmoil that can disturb someone's mind, agitate their primordial spirit, unsettle their vital energy, and make them easily prone to anger? So I think when it says WWX's use of his life essence/soul/元神 to control corpses made him tired, it is maybe not as simple as just feeling tired, but rather more of a spiritual or mental fatigue. Additionally, in the original draft of MDZS, WWX told LWJ and JC in the supervisory office that he uses his 元神 to control corpses, this seems to confirm to LWJ that WWX's cultivation is harmful and prompts him to inquire a few times specifically about his temperament which was also removed in the edits.

It's also clear from the Nightless city battle that WWX's control over his corpses is tied to his control over his emotions

The more Wei WuXian panicked, the less control he had. [...] He took up Chenqing, placed it by his lips, and began to play. He only managed to steady his mind with great effort. This time, the corpses finally stopped ignoring his commands.

In chapter 7 we are told WWX's cultivation is harmful: 'Wei Wuxian’s method of cultivation might have been denounced by the rest of the cultivation world, and would also affect the practitioner’s constitution in the long run. However, one could achieve results quickly, as this form of cultivation was not restricted by spiritual powers or innate talent.' (tmwx)

When looking at all of these things together, we can make some assumptions about exactly why WWX's cultivation is harmful.

As we know, WWX can only use corpses that are already resentful. In order to control them he must control their resentment, stir it up, direct, and calm it as he requires. Since WWX's control of them is tied to his control over his own emotions, it would require constant mental and emotional effort — this is part of the reason why not just anyone can control corpses like WWX does, WWX is extremely skilled at rationalising, suppressing or letting go of his feelings, so I believe he applies that to his cultivation too.

However, 'though Wei Wuxian thought that his heart was like a stone, in the end, he was still human, not some emotionless grass or plant.'

What human could keep up such strenuous control over themselves forever? Who could take on the resentful energy of others and manage it every day without it wearing down on their mental state? We see WWX become more short-tempered, sometimes cold, sometimes angry after he starts using guidao, until it culminates in him losing losing control entirely. I think WWX's mental state and WWX's cultivation are far too intertwined to draw any sort of line between them, the two are compounding.

So it seems WWX's cultivation can harm his mind. I think we should also consider if resentful energy can harm him more directly. There is canonical evidence it can, such as how the strong resentment of NMJ's arm caused all the (high-level) Lan cultivators to qi deviate to the point of passing out. WWX seems wholly unaffected by it, probably he is more than used to it, after being around such energy day after day for many years of his life. But is he immune to it? Probably not.

Now onto the morality of this — is WWX's cultivation wrong because it can be harmful? No. I find this idea very silly. Should sports, such as figure skating, be considered morally wrong because of risk of harm? Obviously not. As well as that, regular cultivation in MDZS carries a risk of harm too — cultivators can die from qi deviation, its not even considered that unusual.

So, could WWX's cultivation be considered wrong because there is a risk of losing control, and therefore harming others? Also no... but within reason.

WWX had never lost control over his cultivation before, so I don't think it is fair to say he should have seen it coming or consider his loss of control a moral failing on his part. It was an accident that he couldn't have predicted. Post-canon, he's in a very different position to his first life, he no longer needs to use guidao constantly every day (remember that it is only over the long-term that it can be harmful). Mentally & emotionally he is in a much better state and is definitely not at risk of losing control over himself as he had before. Plus, now that he has LWJ by his side, he will definitely always be okay no matter what.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #many tangents here but i hope it answered your question anyway #wei wuxian #like.. we can think of guidao as a tool or weapon that can be wielded properly or improperly for good or bad. the same as any other #if someone is not very skilled & frequently loses control & puts people at risk then yeah i'd say that's condemnable #but that's not what is happening with wwx...

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sabellabella · 17 days

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I don't believe I've seen your OCs yet! Can you introduce them to me? :3

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I'm shaking I'm so happy rn- my gods >0<

Okay, let's get into my OCs shall we? I only have two and they're siblings too, I'll expand on that when I talk about em :33

(edit: wow, I'll have to put this under a read more since this is getting pretty long and for a possible tw or two, I don't go too in depth or anything but I'm saying this to be safe)

So let's start with the man, the enigma, Koromaru Shirotaka.

He is the second child to his parents, being six years younger than his dead older sister. His parents aren't too important, even though his mother was absolutely dreadful and physically abused him and his father. The only things worth noting is that his mother was a foreigner to their town, being an older branch of japanese (her variation of the language is no longer used) and his father is ancient arabic (ironic name considering how close the town he lived in was closer to egypt than arabia/arabian territories- it's a made up race that is very dead aside from koromaru and kasumi).

At the age of eight, he was kidnapped from his home, along with his four year old sister Kasumi, and taken to a laboratory on the outskirts of the town. There they underwent brutal experiments for an immortality and eternal life project that was nicknamed "Project Eterna". The project was always marked with a butterfly insignia and had a high focus in genetic splicing. He was forced into physical experiments that nearly tore his body apart. There was an experiment that they called a 'mind durability test', which was literally just him getting sexually violated. The person in charge of that experiment that was on a drug that boosted their satisfaction (not his at all).

This went on for a year before Koromaru snapped, killing the scientist, breaking him and his sister out, and burning the place to the ground.

He's not sure how they survived, but after a year of him not being able to leave his room due to the terror he felt while getting violated, he and Kasumi fled the town.

They got kidnapped around 50 times during their first 100 years of their life by people with butterfly insignias before they got a better grasp of their new abilities and could start to fight back. During the repeated kidnappings, he mutated and adopted characteristics from some of the many, many animals he got spliced with (there are only two prevalent ones that he has to deal with now, mainly cuz of enough time passing for only the stronger genes to survive within him and the others getting absorbed/dissolving out, those two being his dragon half and cat quarter- the cat is only strong enough to change his arms, ears, tail, and legs with no alt form. He only deals with it for a few days now instead of the week he was used to)

He uses minor shape-shifting to keep himself looking fairly young, setting his physical age at around 16 to 24 years old, along with keeping his draconic features hidden (wings, tail, facial scales, etc.). Typically, he keeps his height at 5'9" for convenience, but he will use his full height of 7'1" to intimidate potential foes out of a fight (he goes to his full height if he changes back from dragon form). He's naturally very strong and has a high proficiency with ice magic.. despite him not having very high magical strength.

He is more likely to resort to physical violence if threatened, preferring guns if possible, otherwise he will dual wield with his short swords or rip and tear with his claws. He has a very brutal fighting style, preferring to inflict as much pain as humanly possible on his foes before killing them (if he isn't satisfied with the pain output, he can heal them with his magic and then lay down another smackdown). Even though he can fight on two legs, he likes fighting on all fours- mostly for convenience and him being used to it, but also cuz he can disturb most foes and take em out before the initial shock wears off. If he doesn't feel up for fighting- which would be the shock of the century- he'd use his ice magic to quickly freeze them and use his strength to shatter them into pieces.

Due to being assaulted as a child, he has a hard time trusting women and would go as far as saying he hates them. He feels very uncomfortable when they get in his space (circumstances notwithstanding) and if he does end up trusting one, they can break his trust very easy. This has gotten better in his recent years, but not by much. He still hates them, but he's starting to trust them a bit easier and the trust he has in them isn't as easily broken. The only exception to this hatred is his younger sister, she was the one constant in his life for a long time and helped take care of him when he couldn't do it himself (due to trauma ofc).

At roughly 2000 years old, he and Kasumi got separated, getting sucked into different worlds and only being able to communicate through their flip phones. He calls Kasumi "Kas" all the time since he turned 26 (she likes it though). Currently Koromaru is living through the events of an altered zexal world that ends up bridging to arc v.

No matter what he does, he can't forget anything. He's cursed with a memory that refuses to let him let any second of his life fade to the back of his head. Cuz of this, he has a hard time letting go of grudges.

Now onto the sweet, yet feral, Kasumi Shirotaka!

Kasumi is the third and last child born to her parents, four years after Koromaru was born. She shares both parents with her brother and dead older sister. Her father was nice to her and Koromaru, her mother however was quite emotionally abusive with her. After she learned what her mother did to her, she refuses to acknowledge her mother as being related to her.

She went through the same experiments as her brother, luckily the person in charge of her 'mind durability test' didn't perform the test on her since they had some level of empathy towards her and instead performed a different type of test on her (they called it a test but really it was just them giving her food and seeing if the previous tests affected her digestion- they literally just fed her). She didn't trust them at first, running to the furthest corner of the room as soon as her restraints were removed, but eventually warmed up to them as the months went on. Unfortunately, they perished just before Koromaru snapped and died in the testing room shortly after removing her restraints.

After getting out of the lab with Koromaru, he refused to leave his room for a year. She stayed with him, trying to make sure he ate something and keep him in a comfortable state so he didnt thrash too much during his night terrors. She couldn't be in the room with him all the time since he didn't recognize her for the first few months he was in there. The reason her father wasn't helping was cuz he died trying to get them out of the lab they were trapped in. They didn't know about this until a friend in town told Kasumi about it (they were sorry for their loss). She had to break the news to Koromaru, which he found out not by her telling him, but due to her crying in her sleep and muttering about their father being dead.

She got kidnapped with Koromaru for their first 100 years of life and eventually learned how to fight, but she preferred disarming her foes (which didn't always pan out for her). These kidnappings made her mutate as well (due to some *stares at a red dragon* interference, she only has to put up with her dragon half... that she has little control over atm), but she kept up with practicing her magic to keep control of it. Even though she was great with fire magic, she refused to slack on it since she's scared of accidentally hurting someone.

In general, she doesn't like hurting people, hell she hates the smell of blood (it can make her freeze and feel ill if there's too much of it), so if she has to fight, she goes for parts of her foe that are lethal but don't cause them to bleed out too much (she breaks a lot of bones and such). If she doesn't have to use lethal force, she won't, she'll just incapacitate her foe or scare them with vivid hallucinations (courtesy of her illusion magic).

She keeps herself looking fairly young too, roughly 16-26 years old with her height at 5'2" (her true height is 6'9", but she's self conscious about her height) with some bindings to keep her chest smaller (she says it's for convenience since she doesn't need it to restrict her powers anymore, but she's literally just on the cusp of a c and goes down to an a, it's not that bad), and some more shape-shifting to make herself look like she's at a healthy-ish weight (despite this, if you lift her, you can feel her bones).

She hasn't been able to handle outliving her friends, she hates having to watch them all die every century. She makes the most of her time with them, but it never eases the pain. All the presents she's gotten from friends (that don't perish) she keeps with her and cherishes deeply, even if its just a rock. It's the thought that counts (she teases koromaru for his collection of presents that he keeps hidden), but she doesn't like expensive gifts all that much.

She did have a boyfriend when she was 200. He was fine at first, but then after four months, he started treating her pretty bad (emotional manipulation, he tried to isolate her from her brother, he was so clingy and even controlling too). She broke it off with him not long after since he was making her very uncomfortable and tried pressuring her into having sex with him. They didn't have sex thankfully, but her brother ended up killing him since he was literally stalking her for a week after their breakup. This shook her up pretty badly, so badly in fact that she hasn't dated anyone since and is terrified to get into another relationship. She's bi and gets crushes on people, but the fear she gets when she thinks of dating them almost crushes her soul (along with seeing her ex in their place and making that fear worse).

If you hurt her friends or any children (even if she doesn't know them personally), she will beat you up, no questions asked.

She wants to spend time with her brother (whom she calls "Koko", he will die before telling anyone but her that he likes that nickname), but can't since they're literally worlds apart, she's currently in an altered 5ds world. She just wants to go to the park with him or somewhere relaxing so they can both have a break...

She suffers from the same memory as her brother. Cursed to remember every second of her life and cannot forget a single thing no matter what (not counting the blanks she gets from being forced into a the form of a certain red dragon)

#i have to draw koromaru and kasumis dragon forms properly one day #(also ill have to draw them again sometime but ill note koromaru has black hair and icy blue eyes cuz i forgot to say it earlier)#hope this answered your question!#ty for the ask!#Sabella speaks #askbin #myoc #Koromaru Shirotaka (OC)#Kasumi Shirotaka (OC)

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