#corruption tw

[scara-meow-che]

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ sweet little thing with yae miko

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, name-calling (pup, puppy, little thing), oral (character receiving), mentions of virginity, abuse of authority, corruption kink

AN. reposted work. gAH the way i was so downbad for yae when i made this. i swear when i saw her at the shrine, i legit almost barked for her <3 still full heart eyes for her.

ignorance is bliss.

that's what they all said to you, eyes softening whenever you peered up with doe-looking ones. your head tilting to the side, lips inquiring about every thought that ran past your head that fast to make your points.

you never once held yourself back from knowing what's more to know. being taught there's nothing wrong in exploring what this world has to offer. an adorable glow of curiosity blooms inside your heart, garnering the image of purity and innocence.

innocence is bliss.

that's what yae miko had thought the moment she saw you at the shrine, paying the chief priestess herself a visit after hearing her help with one of your close relative's dilemma with possession. then came next when a person with high status dared visit the humble home to announce how you were chosen by the great guuji to be one of the new shrine maidens. ah, the way your eyes sparkled when she uttered your name, she can never live down the image of purity in you.

for all things pure in this world can never escape the grudge of corruption. ruination is inevitable but that doesn't matter for—

yae miko wishes to be the one to ruin you herself.

honor, it was truly an honor to work alongside yae in the shrine. all your life, you've always been drawn to the beauty and mystery hidden in the beliefs and customs here in inazuma. your parents had wholeheartedly supported your departure, bidding you with such charms and letters, and the chief priestess smiles at the enthusiasm expressed by your family on the day she set foot in your home.

"ah, our sweet little f/n is finally going to do big things!" said your father where your dear mother adds, "yes, it feels like yesterday when you were our little girl."

the sweet messages had warmed your heart, face flushing as you get showered by almost everyone from the little community there in konda village. the elderly were in awe, waving with such soft smiles on their faces. the ever-curious yet beaming with innocence l/n f/n is finally going to do big things! such luck may bring prosperity to the village and the people can never ask for more!

and that's what you thought, the moment you followed yae through the path to the shrine. hands clutched tight on the small bag you carry as you were told that they are the ones to provide you with clothing. you needn't worry about anything, that's what they assured you, and yet your mind dances on the edges of your interest.

but you stopped yourself, not wanting to interrupt lady yae to her musings. you do not wish to ruin the gentleness in her eyes, looking back at you as she showed you around inside the shrine and led you to your quarters. you do not question why she would lay a hand on your shoulders, leaving a gentle squeeze as she bids you good night for the first night in narukami shrine.

you kept your lips screwed shut and eagerly observed what's bound to happen next yet your eyes would always daringly shimmer in the wonders you kept on absorbing as you follow the head priestess around like a puppy.

yes, you did not once question why she'd always refer to you as a puppy.

"come here, pup," it was yet again one night where she told you to visit her in the privacy of her room. a short whisper in the morning would grow magnitudes of screams inside your head as you let her simple orders affect your daily duties. questions had blossomed in your heart yet as your lungs tried to exhale it all out, your lips would keep themselves shut and you'd fail in expressing every word you dearly wanted to say.

"yes, my lady." an obedient nod and a short answer were all you could give as a way to acknowledge her orders. slowly, you made your way to yae who was clad in a loose white kimono that looked gloriously on her body.

as you reached the ends of her bed, her dainty fingers had beckoned you to go closer, and closer, and closer until you stood beside her bed frame. the gentle candle lights of the room had her skin glowing so beautifully, her pupils dilating and her eyes shining as she looks at you with emotions you aren't sure of.

"would you obey whatever i say, pup?" she asks, her hand making its way up from your stomach and all the way to the middle of your chest. she smiles when she sees you trembling, nodding when she let her finger slide against your breasts.

"m-my lady..." the short break from your voice had aroused yae more than she could ever have imagined before, her lips letting out a satisfied sigh before she rubs small circles on your nipple that peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt. "t-this isn't right..."

you felt conflicted when yae didn't stop flicking and circling the pad of her pointer finger on your nipple, biting down your lips to prevent the prurient and sinful noises you knew you'd been producing. yae watches you in awe, loving how reactive you are to her touches.

"hm? do you think that what i'm doing is... wrong, sweet f/n?"

you slowly shake your head as you can't make up another thought when she now uses two of her fingers to pinch at your sensitive buds, causing a loud squeal from your shaking body.

"ah, where are your manners. everyone at the shrine is already sleeping, f/n." her voice was gentle, so, so gentle you can't keep yourself composed when she easily had you under her control.

your lady yae had always been there to share her thoughts, and her strong opinions on different pressing matters none had ever discussed with you during your time as a normal inazuman. no one had dared cross in shedding you towards the light of knowledge but lady yae had been there to inform you of the things she knew you were fawning over.

but was it really the light you had been longing to know of? or was it this twisted darkness you know you can no longer turn your back from once it had corrupted your sweet and innocent mind?

"i think i ought to teach you a way you can make use of your noisy mouth... would you want to know what it is, you sweet little thing?"

corruption, and addiction. the sweet taste of you being ruined by none other than her own exploitation on your curious and naive mind—she shudders just thinking how she personally has her own obedient puppy.

her question had your mind buzzing in gullible inquisitiveness, the weakness she knew how to take advantage of had you leaning towards her body, slowly moving down to your knees, and patiently waiting for her next command. "yes, my lady. please, tell me."

the desire to know and the thirst to enlighten had glowed in both your eyes.

"very well then," she beams with the dreamy quirk of her lips, lilac orbs dilating as she spreads her legs open and propped herself to have you facing her already glistening sex. you were surprised to see her lady not wearing any undergarments but as soon as her fingers slip down from the middle of her body, the same fingers that had prodded and teased your nipples, made their way down to part her lower lips that came along with a breathy moan.

you never said another word, your eyes were more than enough to express multitudes of the questions you wanted to ask while you gaze at all her glory. she was flushed pink, smooth as your eyes scanned everything you want to know about her lady but never once did you go ahead to satiate the curiosity you've always had. you let yae herself be the one to show you, to inform you, to do what you longed for the people to do for you.

"no one ever had the heart to tell you what there is to know out there, am i right f/n?"

you saw how she rubs the little nub protruding off her sex, that one place you once accidentally touched and felt the jolt of electricity shocking your body. she now answered another of your questions by hearing her softly moan out your name, her finger gliding up and down the same spot before she pushes it deeper inside her cunt.

your eyes had glowed in worry, knowing how you once poked the little hole of your body and the sting had hurt you so much. and yae knew just exactly as what you were thinking off, spreading her legs as wide as she can and lets her whole finger sink and disappear inside of her.

"there's no need for such trepidation to worry your head, f/n. i can also show you how to do this without hurting yourself," she offers with a very calm tone, even when her chest rises up and down and her breathing got a little ragged when she added a second finger. "but first, i have to teach you how you'd use your mouth from now on, okay?"

"yes, my lady."

"good, now, kiss me... here." baffled, you blinked two, three times before you tilt your head to the side and looked at where she was pointing at. she had her free hand resting on the middle of her thighs, clearly indicating where she wanted you to start from.

"don't be shy, i'll always guide you."

you felt so reassured and at that moment, you gained such confidence to let your lips press gentle pecks on her skin, her small little sighs blessing you with such sounds you wanted to hear more. and you never let a patch of her soft and smooth skin left unscathed by your kisses, her hands brushing your hair had to encourage you to leave open-mouthed ones as she had told you to do.

"there, you're so good, f/n. my sweet puppy so eager to listen and obey. now, i want you to start kissing me down.... here," she instructs with her fingers spreading her pussy lips. "then you'd use your tongue to lick me, is that understood?"

and, as obedient as ever, you nodded before moving down to her crotch, continuing to trail down your kisses until you reached the skin of her cunt drenched with her own arousal.

"yes, kiss me right there and lick okay?" yae's voice was soft yet held amounts of control in every syllable she uttered as you started doing what you were told to do. at first, you felt odd to have your mouth pressed down to her sex but seeing yae generously giving you praises was so rewarding on its own.

she would constantly hum, her teeth would sink on her lips to keep in the whimpers she was bound to let go of once you began licking on her clit. just as you've seen earlier, she had used a fair amount of time rubbing it, swirling her fingers at a torturously slow pace.

and that's what you did, you used your tongue to mimic what she did earlier. and when you'd look up, you are given the view of your lady with her eyes closed, her fox ears twitching delightedly, an enticing smile on her face. as you dap and slurp on her clit, you can taste how sweet she is and that fuels more of the insatiable appetite this desire to see more reactions from your lady.

"i-i never knew you'd be so g-good at this, f/n. hnngg... there, just like that." yae snakes her hand towards your well-kept hair, the smooth ends are now tangled between her fingers as she pushed you deeper between her legs. your hands had instinctively gone to grab a hold of her thighs as she had both her legs squeezing your head went your tongue had scraped so lightly on her puckering and dripping hole.

"want you to put your tongue inside of me, can you do that?"

the urgency in her voice and the way she peered down at you was addicting, dominating your sense of logic as it frayed away into nothing but complete obedience as a way of showing such gratitude to your lady.

with a brief nod of your head, you started to poke out your tongue and let it enter the entrance to her cunt. so sweet, she both taste and smell so sweet while your nose brushes so roughly on her clit when yae had gripped on your hair and let her maneuvered your head to thrusting up and down her needy cunt.

"do you know now, f/n? starting from today, you're about to learn a lot of things from me. i will teach you everything you need to learn while you are under my care, okay?"

as close as you were getting lost inside her cunt, yae had pulled your from your hair and waited for your reply. and there it was, the look you always give when you get the answers to your question, the look she grew fond of and addicted to seeing.

doe eyes shimmering in interest, lips grinning but glows faintly from the juices covering your skin, chest going up and down from how breathless you were at that moment. the start of corruption, all thanks to her.

she would use everything of her power just to see you look at her like that even when it means to defile what innocence was left unsullied by those around you. she would have the utmost pleasure to be the only person that has corrupted the angel they once thought to be.

oh, she won't let anyone take your purity. she won't allow anyone to hold such power over you.

"my sweet little thing, i am looking forward to all the time we're bound to share with one another."

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[kalevalakryze]

I Don't Need A Jedi, I Need You

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren,  Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Baylan Skoll Warnings: Abandonment, Revenge, Rage, Violence, The Dark Side Of The Force, Healing, Force Bond, Blood and Violence Notes: For Whumptober Day  10  This is going to be small, but def something I plan on delving into more Prompt: No. 10: “You said you'd never leave.” Word Count: 3,174 AO3 Link: Here!

They found him three weeks after Shin had been cleared to get up and start moving. Three weeks after she started the journey of rebuilding muscle and herself. Ahsoka and Sabine left her alone, for the most part. The Togruta’s cloak hadn’t left Shin’s shoulders since that first night, waking with it draped around her shoulders. 

Her tunic had been ruined with blood and holes that even she could not repair, so the Jedi’s cloak became all she had to cover her modesty, though Sabine had helped her repair the straps of her bra. The pants she’d been given upon her reluctant rescue were tied to her waist, double knotted to prevent the article from sliding off. Her pauldrons not longer shined where they sat strapped to her shoulders beneath the cloak, smeared with blood (an unfortunate amount her own), with a thin layer of ripped fabric separating metal and skin. 

Shin’s gloves and pauldrons stopped just before her elbows, bare skin and muscle just barely covered by Ahsoka’s cloak where it sat when her arms were down. Sabine helped give her a proper haircut, though there was nothing that could be done to force the brown from their head, leaving the only blonde in her hair for the frayed Padawan brain that settled over her right collarbone, dirty green beads untouched from where they were intricately woven the last time Baylan had helped them dye their hair. 

When they found Baylan, Shin had only found out through Huyang receiving his comm as droid and apprentice worked on fixing her saber, the charge pack wouldn’t hold and the crystal inside was reluctant; like Shin closing herself off from the force and from the kyber had harmed it. Huyang had spent days working with Shin to work with the blade, to reach back into the pool of the force no matter how much it hurt to reconnect.

It had been impossible, up until this point. The blade kept coming out warbly and unstable, before sparking back into its emitter and threatening to spark through the Apprentice’s hands. Huyang hadn’t even had the time to turn towards Shin, to warn that he knew their thoughts, order them to stay behind. She was gone in seconds, leaving only the tail of Ahsoka’s cloak whipping in the wind as she whistled for her Howler. 

Shin rode hard and fast across the Peridean wastes. The Nomads that had allied with the ‘Rebels’ had done what Shin’s own bandits could not; They found Baylan Sköll, and she would be damned if she let him get away. 

“We need not be at odds.” He was trying to worm his way out of the circle the Nomads had him trapped in, trying to talk his way out in an illusion of peace. Shin slipped from the Howler’s back, boots thudding in the dirt as she breezed closer, shoving past an armored being. Baylan was facing away from her, but she could see the way his shoulders tensed.

“You were supposed to return with the Imperial fleet,” His chin rose, yet he still did not look at her, igniting the anger that sat dormand in her veins. 

“I was supposed to die.” They snarled, venom in their tone as their hand wrapped around the hilt of their saber. The crystal resonated with her anger, with the hurt she knew was pouring off in waves, knew her Master could feel it too, the danger of the person he’d created. “I was supposed to die when Thrawn realized you were gone.” 

Baylan’s head turned until Shin could see the hard line of his lips. “You turned against me.” They snarled, finger hovering over the ignition of their saber. Anger flooded their mind, they could strike him down right here, prove that they could choose for themselves, choose this desire for revenge over it all. 

“Only a Sith deals in these absolutes, Shin. We are not Sith,” He sounded tired, like a father explaining to his child that the park was closed and they could not go play until another day.

“I am what you made me!” When their saber ignited, the orange of her saber was bled out, barely visible behind the tangible reality of the pain Shin had been carrying. “This is the end for you, my Master.” 

Near red arced through the air towards Baylan’s head, he’d seemed to be in acceptance of his fate, Shin could finally be free of this pain. She could finally let the past die, she just had to kill it, and maybe then she would be able to breathe again.

A pillar of pink energy stopped her blade, Sabine Wren placing herself between Shin and Baylan, supporting her saber against a beskar gauntlet. “Shin, you need to stop,” The Mandalorian was out of breath, like she’d ran the whole way here, or had worked herself up at the thought of what she knew Shin would do.

“This isn’t you,” Sabine pleaded, trying to get yellowed eyes to look at her, to turn their murderous intent away from the man at her back. 

“You don’t know me,” Shin snarled, teeth bared. Her muscles were still weak, arms shaking as she pushed against Sabine’s saber, moving one foot forwards to attempt to bring her down like they had on Lothal. 

When the connection broke, Shin sidestepped, avoiding interlocking blades with Sabine again; She wasn’t their objective. If the Mandalorian wanted to stop her, then she would have to take Shin’s like. 

Baylan’s gaze was somber, yet he did not probe the bond he once had with the apprentice, did not offer a vocal apology; He felt he knew how this story would play out, that if Shin would commit themselves to killing him, then it was their destiny. “You promised!” Shin hissed, emotion closing at her throat as she swung her blade. Sabine’s use of the force was growing, enough to prevent the blade from doing much else to singe her Master’s robes. 

Throwing her saber to the ground, Shin decided she wanted to feel the life leave his body. He abandoned her, Thrawn left her to die, and the Force was nowhere when she needed it most. She would not kill him as his apprentice, but as the daughter he raised, as the bandit and the monster he’d crafted. 

Her fist cracked against his jaw with a snap of his head to the side. Her second hit went into the unarmored section of his gut, knuckles cracking over his liver and sending him doubling over. The armor at her knee rang when she brought it up to smash into his chin, his blood flying from his mouth in spittle as teeth cracked under the pressure. 

Shin followed him to the ground, knee pressing into his abdomen as her hands secured themselves around his throat. His hands pressed into her wrists, but the armor stopped him from being able to do anything. “You promised me, Master.” A fat tear dropped onto his cheek as Shin’s face reddened. ‘What did I do wrong?”

A large hand settled against Shin’s shoulder as Baylan’s face turned purple. “You need to let him go, Shin,” Ahsoka’s voice washed over her, urging her grip to loosen. Baylan’s breath rushed past his lips in a choked rasp. 

“No.” They vehemently declined like a petulant child. She wanted it to stop hurting- she needed it to stop hurting so bad. She could feel the stubble of rough hair against her fingertips in the holes of her gloves, could feel the warmth of his skin like a beacon of his life, life that she needed to take away. “He deserves it,” 

“Perhaps,” Ahsoka agreed, kneeling in the dirt beside Shin. “But you don’t want to be the one to do this.” The hand on her shoulder was an anchor, as was the warm thumb that pressed past the thick material of her cloak, rising goosebumps to sweat damp skin. “You don’t know that,” They argued, even as they felt the fight abandon them too. “You can’t know that.” 

“But I do, Shin.” Their eyes were still yellow, overpowering the pools of blue and silver, with dark veins spreading across pale skin, but Ahsoka could see that glimmer of hope, that promise that Shin was still good. “You’re in an unimaginable spot right now. And try as I may, I cannot make this decision for you. You have to decide for yourself.”

Ahsoka’s hand begun to raise from her shoulder, willing to leave Baylan’s fate up to the turmoiled blonde. Two hands wrapped around her wrist, keeping her hand in place; the choice was made. 

“Come on,” Ahsoka guided them up, off of Baylan, guiding their sorrowed eyes away from his broken face. They turned back at him one last time. “You said you'd never leave.”  Sabine was picking their saber from the ground, though instead of offering it back to the Apprentice, the weapon was handed to Ahsoka. Shin did not argue as the Togruta clipped it to her belt; wanted nothing to do with the near red blade, the reminder of how much she was failing in all of her teachings. 

Ahsoka walked with Shin all the way to the shuttle, where she dropped bonelessly into a seat in the cockpit, hands in her lap, staring at the flashes of scarred, pale skin that poked through the holes in her gloves. Their fingers clenched and unclenched; Baylan deserved to die, he promised he’d never leave, promised he would always be there, and yet… He left, he left her alone on a planet far from home, on a mission she did not agree with. 

Now she was stranded on the graveyard planet, housed by the enemy, and abandoning all of the teachings she had once been so eager to learn..

Ahsoka settled into the seat across from her much more gracefully. Her hand reached out once more to touch the cool skin just above their gauntlet, bringing their focus back up. “You did good, Shin,” Ahsoka praised, fingertips grazing tensing muscle, easing the stiffness. 

“I was going to kill him,” They argued, though their voice held no fire, their accent thicker than could translate to basic, words slurring as she reverted to a language that had been dead to her for so long. “I wanted to kill him… I want-”

“But you didn’t, because that isn’t who you are.” “Why is everyone so intent on telling me who I am?” They seethed, leather gloves creaking as their hands flexed in anger. 

“Because you need the reminder that you are more than you’re seeing yourself as, right now.” Ahsoka pulled Shin’s saber from her hip, holding it into the chasm between them. Shin stared at the weapon sourly, as if it could be at fault for her pain. “Take your kyber,”

With a sigh, Shin reached for the saber, though it was pulled away before her fingertips could brush cold metal. “With the force, Kurs’kaded.” Sabine spoke up, alerting the Apprentice to her presence, leaning in the open doorway; she hadn’t heard the Mandalorian come in, the force hadn’t given her the brush of whatever it was she’d grown used to with Sabine’s presence. 

“I don’t need the force, and I don’t need you.” They snapped, rising to their feet harshly. She turned away from her saber and faced the door, staring past the faded paint on Sabine’s pauldron as they started for the door. “I can’t let you go,” Sabine’s hand reached out, pressing on Shin’s shoulder, barring her from the exit. “Not like this,”

“It’s none of your concern,” Shin had growled, fingers wrapped around Sabine’s elbow, rearing to flip their positions, to fight her way out if not for the burn of muscle, than for the promise if she got too far, they would kill her.

“What if you don’t come back, Shin?” Sabine wasn’t looking at her, golden eyes focused on the ragged scars from the blade that had ripped her open, had brought her to them after months of isolation from everything. This was enough to give Shin pause, to stop pressing against Sabine’s hand, and to watch as The Mandalorian’s hand shook where it parted Ahsoka’s cloak further across her bare abdomen.

Her fingertips were cool against inflamed scar tissue, still in the painful process of healing without the aid of bacta or any real medical supplies over the alcohol created by the Noti to help keep it sterilized. Shin swallowed thick in her throat. She could feel the Togruta’s eyes on her back, but the glide of Sabine’s fingers along her scar and the way the Mandalorian’s hand pressed against the plate of armor over her abdomen, where Shin knew her own scar sat healed under all the layers.

“What if you leave, and we can’t get to you in time?” There was a vulnerability to Sabine’s voice, a hurt that Shin found she did not like being the cause of on her face. “What if you come back wrong?” 

“Careful, Mandalorian; Someone might start to think you care.” Their voice was raspy, cracking with unidentified emotion as their hand finally dropped from Sabine’s elbow. 

“Seriously?” Sabine scoffed, the jab of her finger into their stomach had them yipping in surprise, stepping back, away from the shock of pain. “All this and you didn’t figure that one out? Are you a di’kut?” The next time Sabine touched her, it was with the palm of her hand into their shoulder, forcing them back into the chair. 

Shin’s head turned to pass a helpless look towards the amused Jedi Master as Sabine’s fingers gripped at her jaw, forcing them to look her in the eye. “Of course I fucking care. I’ve cared since you stabbed me, I’ve cared since Seatos, I’ve always fucking cared.” 

Shin’s gaze was fixed on Sabine’s narrowed eyes, on the twitch of muscle under the collar of her flight suit, and on the smooth furrow of her brows. 

She’s beautiful…

Ahsoka stood and brushed past Sabine; The Apprentice watched in her peripherals as their saber hilt was clasped to Sabine’s belt, before the Jedi was sweeping from the cockpit with the door swooshing shut behind her.

The moment the door shut, Sabine’s lips were pressing against theirs, urging their eyes to close and their hands to move back to the Mandalorian’s elbows as she leaned onto the arm rests of the cockpit’s chair. 

Shin’s heart thudded against her chest, with each thump entwined with the glide of Sabine’s tongue across her lips, the anger faded, the hurt eased, finally offering the sought after reprieve from the hurt. 

Sabine pulled back, breathing hard as their eyes blinked open. “I care, and I’m not leaving.” She whispered in their shared air, hand raising to brush against their cheekbone before she was leaning back, dropping into the chair Ahsoka had once occupied.

“Now take your saber back; we’ll fix it together,” 

Begrudgingly, Shin sighed and raised her hands. Opening back up to the force after months of trying didn’t go as she’d prepared herself. For the first time since Seatos, it felt like coming home again, as she felt the life spark back into her being, reclaiming her space in the cosmic flow of life, interweaving her story back in the threads of the universe. It was overwhelming and it hurt, until she felt the warmth of someone pressing forward with her, someone whose fate was  so so intricately woven with her own existence. When silver eyes opened, Shin caught the look of concentration on Sabine’s face, and the crack of a smile on her lips when her eyes opened and caught Shin staring. 

It took some work to figure out the flow between them, as Shin’s saber was brought to hover between them, pieces unfolded from each other as they slowly worked to expose the wounded Kyber. She’d bled it a lot, had made her crystal hurt the way Baylan had made her hurt, and it was evident in the darkness and the blood of the force threatening to overshadow the orange, but… it wasn’t too late. 

Shin had many dreams healing from her wounds, months back, but in her fever, she could recall the feeling of Ahsoka’s hands brushing through her hair, of delicate fingers smoothing the rough edges of her braid, and the promise of “It’s never too late.” Passed between the silence, a promise that they hadn’t been able to understand.

Now though, with Sabine’s form rising from her seat, Shin watched as the woman’s fingers brushed against her Kyber, the pad of her thumb trailing along the ridge from where she’d snapped it from the peak on Ilum herself. “It’s okay,” Sabine promised, gently; Shin could feel it, could feel her words and her touch as if her and the Kyber were of the same entity, as if, in the red that Sabine was urging away from the crystal, she was easing the darkened blood from her own presence in the force.

Shaking her head, Shin rose, trapping the Kyber between their hands as they interlocked their fingers with Sabine’s. The Mandalorian glanced at her once, before her eyes shut. Her forehead pressed against their joined hands. Shifting their weight between their feet, Shin’s head bowed, fingers squeezing against Sabine’s. “I am one with the force…”

“And the force is with me,” 

When they separated, there was no red to be found in the glowing Kyber, a bright, vivid orange, paler than she’d seen but still bearing the unique coloring, floated between them peacefully, held up by the combined force of both apprentice and padawan. 

“I know you,” Sabine promised, as they worked to reassemble the saber together. “Forever. You hear me?” She grabbed the saber from its stasis, pressing it into Shin’s waiting palm. “You can stab me, you can call me names, and you can walk away right now, but don’t you dare forget; I know you, and I care.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Shin promised, closing the distance and hesitantly moving to rest her forehead against the feisty Mandalorian. 

Sabine’s arms circled their neck, noses bumping together as she leaned up on her toes, fingers carding through the short, scruffy hair on the back of their head. “Better… say it again,” 

Rolling their eyes, Shin pressed forward to shut her up, pressing their lips together with little fanfare, hands moving to rest on Sabine’s sides, thumb pressing into the space between beskar and flightsuit to brush against the fabric over her scar. 

Baylan Skoll would go on to become their prisoner, but Shin would not give him the glory of a reaction, or a response when, the next time they visited, her padawan braid was gone, cut with care by the Togruta who held out her hand in kindness when he had left. 

She wasn’t a Jedi and she wasn’t a sith; She was just Shin Hati, and Sabine was just Sabine; together and individually, they were both Enough, and that was good enough.

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[kikunai]

for the drawing prompts…

mayhaps a sculk cub plspls? 👉👈

returning to nature (the real one)

#asks #anon #kiku_art #cubfan135 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #corruption tw

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊️ hey! 21+, they / he. hoping to keep this quick because otherwise i’ll just ramble but would anyone be interested in a god x sacrificial bride rp? i.e., muse a is a Very Old and Powerful god, muse b is the human who’s been raised to be the perfect sacrifice. instead of killing them off, muse a decides to take muse b as a “wife” instead.

looking for someone to play the sacrifice! i have a lot of ideas rattling around in my brain, and i’d love to hear any you might have too! i want this to be a collaborative effort. “whatever you want” writers need not apply. i love weaving intricate tropes and worldbuilding into the narrative, and it really helps to have an enthusiastic partner to flesh ideas out with.

i’m would love to include size differences, breeding, dubcon, virginity and corruption but this is all negotiable. i’d like a healthy balance of smut and plot, with story always taking priority. a 60/40 ratio (or as close as we can get to it) would be ideal but i’m flexible. i’m open to any gender pairing with a preference for mxm and mxnb.

if you’re interested, like and i’ll reach out!

like if interested!

#oc x oc #1x1 rp #fandomless rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #dubcon tw #corruption tw #spicy #rp #roleplay

[ruler-of-turtle-kind]

TMAGP Episode 3 - Rooted Deep

Poem by Fira Took

Let it creep in

And make its home in me

Let it sink in

Warp my reality

Let it creep in

And change me to the bone

Let it sink in

At least I'm not alone

Let it spread sure

This viscous twisting vine

Let the rot cure

The sadness in my mind

Let it spread sure

And make me beautiful

Let the rot cure

This evil in my skull

Let the love heal

The pain I've felt so long

Let me now feel

Like I've always belonged

Let the love heal

The thought of losing you

Let me now feel

That those fears are not true

Let the plants grow

To prove our loyalty

Let the sun show

That you'd never leave me

Let the plants grow

At last I am divine

Let the sun show

How our perfection shines

#art #poetry #horror #gore tw #corruption tw #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers

[nekomamiiz]

thinking about kuroo being your dads best friend…

he’s known you since you were a little girl and has always loved joking around with you. now that you’re older, with more life experience, his joking has turned to less than innocent teasing whenever he comes over to hang out, shooting pool and darts with your dad. he constantly has that charming grin on his face when you come out to bring more drinks and snacks, occasionally joining in so they can show you how to run the table.

kuroo takes it upon himself to show you the proper way to hold the cue and where to hit the ball to make it go in the direction you want. his hands completely cover yours as he wraps your pointer finger along the shaft of the stick. he moves your other hand just slightly to help you get the momentum you need to shoot your ball into the corner pocket.

“get eye level with the table, take a deep breath in and don’t come back up for air until your ball makes it in,” he whispers all of this in your ear, paying no mind to your father in the corner of the room; who is changing stations on the radio.

you lean down further — nose nearly bumping the rail — until you see the cue ball lined up completely with your 5 ball. a deep breath in and your right hand pulls the stick back only to snap it forward, the only sound being the cue ball clashing with the red-orange ball into the pocket you called just a minute before.

clearly your dad has taught you very well.

“atta girl,” is all kuroo says offering your shoulders a soft squeeze as he hums in approval of your near perfect aim. you hope he doesn’t see the way you squeeze your legs together at his praise.

#this #this is not a diary entry #or is it? #idk all i know is i’ve been inspired w this concept and i will be making it a series #i am down tremendously why is this happening #corruption tw #<<< just in case #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #hq thirsts #izzy thirsts #kuroo my beloved #kuroo testuro #tetsurou kuroo

[cyro-starfire]

TW - CORRUPTION

Redraw of an old 2020 thing lol

#art #tw sonic.exe #sth #sth oc #sonic #sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog oc #sonic.exe #sonic exe #creepypasta #cy #cy the cat #cyro #cyro the cat #tw corruption #corruption tw #redraw #old art redraw

[oc-aita]

AITA for effectively bringing corruption into my boyfriends world?

Okay, So, Basically I'm a human, Like you guys here. I just kinda... Got powers. I can travel through dimensions and go to fictional worlds, And I kinda altered some realities with my rizz, Which ended up actually getting me with all the people I liked and ended up loving. We made strong happy relationships.

I'm gonna explain really who the important ones are

Theres M(23M) and R(23M)

B(19M) and P(19M)

And lastly, Of course, F(18M)

Okay, So I visited B and P, And apparently there was some kind of corruption. I tried to stop it and failed, It got on some of my clothes though and when I went to visit M and R, And I. Kind of ended up killing M. He got corrupted and turned into a monster.. I.. Had to kill him, He was attacking us. I started the apocalypse there, So I left as soon as I could. I went to visit F and.. He and his friend both ended up the same, And I left as soon as possible again. I returned to the real world, And.. Well you can imagine what happened. Now I'm in this post apocalyptic world. No matter what happens or where I go, I spread this shit. I've come close to getting it myself, And I just don't know what to do anymore. I still go to those worlds, Even knowing the risk. So again, AITA for spreading the corruption into all of my boyfriends worlds?

#aita #am i the asshole #original character #unreality tw #ask to tw #mod butterfly #death tw #murder tw #violence tw #corruption tw

[nando161mando]

Rehabilitation, not Devastation. Fuck The Police.

#denver #fuck the gop #fuck the police #rioters set fire to town hall &amp; clash with cops as protests rage on across france after macron forced pension reform #tw cops #kill all cops #corrupt cops #all cops are bastards #defund the cops #fuck cops #cops #stop cop city #cop city #copcity #cop #kkkop #kkkops #allcopsarebastards #all cops are bad #all cops #policebastard #atlanta police #corrupt police #police #politas #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #goodnightwhitepride

[lcvelxss]

Was that [SOPHIE COOKSON]? Oh no no, that was just [VI], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ARCANE]. They are [TWENTY-FIVE] years old, use [SHE/THEY], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long

Born Violet in the Underground City once known as Zaun, they and their younger sister, Powder, were left orphaned during the failed uprising against the Topside, Piltover

They were found and adopted by Vander, and eventually would be joined by two adopted brothers, Mylo and Claggor

The group would come to take on a Robin Hood approach as they joined their various talents to steal from the Topsiders and bring the treasures back down to the Underground

However, one of their outings took a terrible turn when they unknowingly stumbled upon Jayce's Hexgem technology, with an explosion resulting from their attempt to avoid being found

Though ready to turn herself in to avoid further trouble coming to the Underground from Piltover's Enforcers, Vi was locked in a room and Vander took her place claiming to have led the whole thing

From the locked room, Vi witnessed as Silco dispatched the Enforcers and kidnapped Vander. Intent on saving the man she knew as their father, Vi led a rescue mission with Mylo and Claggor, asking Powder to stay behind. During the ensuring altercation, Poswder set off a Monkey bomb that ultimately led to the death of their adopted family

Vi confronts their sister in the heat of the moment, but when attempting to return almost immediately to apologize, they were caught and 'arrested' by an Enforcer named Marcus who had actually been tasked with killing Vi by Silco

Vi would go on to spend six to seven years in Stillwater prison, with Marcus, now Sheriff, bribing the warden at least once to keep her inside

Eventually, she'd be broken out by an Enforcer named Caitlyn Kiramman. They reluctantly begin to work together with the aim to bring down Silco and his entire Shimmer drug organization cartel

Trough it all, Vi made continued efforts to reach out to Powder -now Jinx- but each time something happened to thwart the attempt. In spite of it all, Vi still loves her sister

In D.C. she's recently regained her actual memories, but the ones the city gave her have made it to where they were recruited out of prison to be act as an information for the FBI and have now been allowed to go through the FBI cadet program

Their wiki: https://leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Vi/Arcane

#hw: intro #vi:intro #death tw #war tw #prison tw #corruption tw #drug trafficking tw #intro

[justxangelxthings]

Being overpowered is so hot. Feeling small and fragile is so hot. Fear and vulnerability and helplessness are so hot. Humiliation is so hot. Shame is so hot. Corruption is so hot. Being degraded is so hot. Being soft and feminine is so hot. Being degraded for being soft and feminine is so hot. Praise is so hot. Filthy talk is so

#corruption kink #r4p3b4it #rough cnc #soft cnc #cnc kidnapping #cnc somno #r@pe fantasy #r@pe me #mine #tw ccnc #tw humiliation

[hopeformankind]

RAMBLE TIME!

HEY HEY HEY!!! its your boy, the funny ooc man, but okay so i just. wanna put down a random ramble because sometimes i feel like aot fans may forget just like... how fucking scary erwin REALLY can be once in a while. like. i love my lil funny himbo oaf man but holy fuck in the manga/anime hes ACTUALLY terrifying-- i rambled about this to my friends MANY times before, but i wanna put it on TUMBLR NOW and curse your eyes on this hellsite

SO since it'll probably be long because i know how i can be when i ramble, it'll be under a readmore! this is because i rambled in discord and i have a habit on typing like how i speak HUIWEHAIEA

have fun! there will be mentions of death, injury, government corruption, etc.

erwin is the same man who MADE the long-distance scouting formation, became the first commander to succeed a living predecessor this is the same man who literally KNEW LEVI WAS SENT BY LOBOV-- THE DUDE WHO LEADS THE ANTI-EXPEDITION MOVEMENTS AGAINST TEH SURVEY CORPS ALL BC SHITHEAD DARIUS WAS LIIKE "damn! yall suck"-- AND LET THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S FRIENDS DIE. JUST TO TELL HIM "hey. actually the documents weren't on me at all and i sent them out already so we're getting funding. also. i knew you were going to kill me. get fucked idiot"

HES THE SAME MOTHERFUCKER WHO FUCKING KNEW THERE WAS AN ENEMY IN THE CADET CORPS AND OVERSHARED JUST TO EXPOSE THEM HE KNEW THAT THEY'D GET ATTACKED IN THE 57th EXPEDITION AND PURPOSEFULLY TOLD HIS SOLDIERS DIFFERENT FORMATION PLACEMENTS SO THEN PEOPLE WOULDNT FIND EREN HES THE MOTHERFUCKER. WHO GOT ANNIE CAPTURED FOR A TIME. AND WHEN HE REALIZED ANNIE WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED HIS SOLDIERS? STRAIGHT UP SAID. EYE FOR AN EYE USE ALL THE SPARE ROUNDS HES THE SAME MOTHERFUCKER

WHO LITERALLY GOT ANNIE CAPTURED IN STOHESS AND WHEN NILE WAS LIKE "DUDE I COULD HAVE YOU GET EXECUTED" ERWIN WENT "aight bet yeah but anyway. when i DO die. youre gonna need to set shit up--" HE CONTINUED TO GIVE ORDERS WHILE HIS ARM WAS CAUGHT IN A TITAN'S MOUTH AND HE ALSO AND THIS IS SOMETHING I'D ONLY NOTICED THIS YEAR SLICED THROUGH ARMORED TITAN REINER'S THUMB FROM THE ARMORED SIDE FIRST THROUGH BERTHOLDT TO FREE EREN

AND LANDED ON HIS HORSE FUCKING PERFECTLY ALL AS HE JUST LOST HIS ARM. THIS IS THE SAME MAN WHO PRETTY MUCH, AFTER HEALING UP AT THE HOSPITAL, GOT DETAINED AND INTERROGATED AND HAD THE FUCKING BALLS TO LOOK AT NILE IN THE EYES AND GO "how's your wife? or your kids? :)?" AND LITERALLY GO TO THE FUCKING FALSE KING AND ALL HIS GOONIE ARISTOCRATS

AND _HAS THE WHOLEASS ROYAL GOVERNMENT GET EXPOSED, DURING HIS TRIAL, ABOUT HOW THEY VALUE THEMSELVES OVER HUMANITY AS A WHOLE AND USES THE PLACE WHERE HIS GALLOWS WERE ORIGINALLY MEANT TO BE TO HAVE HISTORIA CROWNED AND THIS MAN NOT ONLY HYPES UP HIS SOLDIERS WHEN THEY FINALLY GET THE RECOGNITION THEY DESERVE BUT HE KNEW THAT HIS SOLDIERS WOULD ONLY FOLLOW HIM AS A LEADER AND LED A SUICIDE CHARGE TO TAKE DOWN THE BEAST TITAN AND MIND YOU: HE DEOSNT LIE TO THEM HE DOESNT COWER BEHIND THEM GOING "yeah no ahaha you'll live i promise!!" HE TALKS ABOUT HOW MUCH HE VALUES THE LIVES OF HIS SOLDIERS, HOW MUCH HE CARES FOR THEM, HOW HE REMEMBERS ALL OF HIS SOLDIERS AND LEADS TEH CHARGE KNOWING FULL WELL HE'LL DIE HE KNEW HE'D GET HIT FIRST AND HE TOOK IT LIKE A CHAMP AND GOT FUCKING TRAMPLED BY EVERYONE ELSES HORSES. LETS NOT FORGET HOW EVEN IF HE WERE HAVING HIS LAST DREAM, HE SLAPPED THE TITAN SERUM AWAY FROM HIS ARM TOO???

ERWIN WAS METAL AS FUCK not to emntion as well he was able to singlehandedly fight against levi and restrain him and told him straight up that his friends would be detained or hurt if he didnt stop resisting and he held back levi's blade when levi STRAIGHT UP POST ACKERBOND AWAKENING WENT TO KILL HIM HE HELD IT BAC WITH ONE FUCKING HAND MIND YOU?!?!?!?!

vvvvv THIS stuff below isn't discord ranting. it's me adding this on in post.

also to add to all of this i feel like something that should be noted (at least by my dumbass) is that, in a way... erwin never really lies to his soldiers. sure, he'll mislead them (telling them different locations of where eren's squad actually is as an example) if it's to protect an important asset within the survey corps, but he never outright lies (only from what i remember though dont take this as gospel). he calls himself a conman and a liar because so many people died under his command when he'd say that he fought for humanity when he really fought for himself all sorts of people fight for themselves in the scouts (eren with fighting titans and him n the buddies seeing the outside world, jean originally wanted to join the mps to live comfortably, etc) and their own dreams... but hteir own dreams are pretty much what is a part of what makes humanity... well. humanity. erwin fought to be able to learn about if his father's theories were right, which is just as equally valid as anybody else's

when he was faced with the option that he could hide behind his soldiers and see what's in the basement, erwin did NOT take that option. it's often in media we'll see corrupt higher-ups that would be cowardly and hide behind their own soldiers who would act like meat shields, or those that would just only use their soldiers for the dirty work. erwin doesn't do that

he acknowledges the choices he can make and gets insight from a third party, and eventually settles with him leading the rest of the recruits. he doesn't say they'll 'live' in these shitty conditions, doesn't say that they're fighting with full-on glory and gonna look badass, he keeps it real and actively leads these soldiers to certain death... but he doesn't cower behind them. he leads them right at the front knowing HE HIMSELF is the first to die

despite how terrifying and fucking batshit insane erwin can be, the completely unhinged creacher he is, he still has a heart and cares for his soldiers (he has intense survivor's guilt, regrets and remorse as he envisions himself on a mountain of their bodies, or seeing them all gathered around him waiting for his next move. he shows clear fear and pain, even a sense of emptiness at the realization that the young recruits would all die from his orders.. not to mention how stoic he had to keep himself as they returned from the 57th expedition and were heckled.

of course, we cant forget stohess and how fucking insane that was (annie and eren shifting, a SHITTON of civilian deaths bc of their bullshittery) and how many people it killed under erwin's orders... but in this sort of situation, it's a 'lesser evil'. either more people die in the long run as the female titan escapes to kill more soldiers and people alike, or capturing her then and there despite how much bullshit occurs

bro is a complicated character. he's stoic and formal and almost graceful in his own right, but also can be completely unhinged, manipulative and undoubtedly a gambling man-- and not to mention borderline suicidal. but that isn't to say he's heartless-- he cares immensely and knows what must come with the role of being a commander: you can't always have a situation where everyone just gets out alive no problem, no casualties, no nothing, there will be situations where it's either one choice or the other, and both are shit, but one will be better in the long run. he held his own survivor's guilt, his own remorse, he's got his own flaws, but that's what makes him so human.

he's simple and complex, got all sorts of layers to him and. man he's fuckin wild

LIKE. I NEEDED TO GET ALL MY THOUGHTS DOWN HERE BC I FEEL LIKE IT'D ALSO HELP ME TOO!!! IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO START UP DISCUSSIONS FROM THIS LITERALLY HMU

#[ i was astounded. | headcanons / musings / aesthetics . ] #[ so many times i thought death would be so much easier | ooc / out of character . ] #ask to tag tw #death tw #mass death tw #government corruption tw #corruption tw #injury tw #graphic injury tw #suicide mention tw #suicide tw #suicidal tw #suicidal mention tw #long post tw

[tawnyevergreen]

I wonder if she’s out there

#I want to meet non-bug Jane Prentiss #bug wife #cool bug facts #tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the magnus protocol #jane prentiss #the corruption #horror #podcast #rusty quill #art #fanart #meme #tw trypophobia

[darkdoverpseeker]

21+, they/he ; 🕊️ this is so cliché, but does anyone want to indulge me in a run of the mill “corruption” plot? think a sweet little thing who finds themself in the arms of someone who’s—to put it plainly—bad news, because i’m in the mood to write an absolute rat bastard (gender neutral) and need someone to give me their latest victim.

this wouldn’t be a healthy dynamic, so be prepared for lots of dark themes. drugs, violence, smut… you name it! i only have a handful of limits. i do want to play a dominant top, but i might lose people here: i really want to write a nonbinary character for this. they would be amab if that matters, and i’m happy to write them against any gender!

if you’re interested, leave a like and i’ll be in touch.

like if interested!

#oc x oc #1x1 rp #fandomless rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #drugs tw #corruption tw #spicy #rp #roleplay

[swiffin]

Worms…

[ID: Magnus archives fan art, Jonathan sims is in the foreground holding a handful of worms, he appears horrified, the creatures swarm the image and create most of the background.. Some of them bury themselves into Jon. Timothy stoker is in the background, trying to fend off the worms with a fire extinguisher, he is facing away from the viewer. The lighting is dark but there is a bright yellow light lighting up Jonathan sims face and a dimmer blue light backlighting Timothy stoker. End ID]

#tma #art #the magnus archives #artists on tumblr #jon sims #digital art #jonathan sims #tma fanart #worms #timothy stoker #tim stoker #the hive #jane prentiss #tw worms #the corruption #swiffin

[opalopera]

hihi ! can u write for loner / incel stepbrother x m reader ? (subbot)

mhmm!!! tw;; stepcest, genuine creep character; hentai mentions; masturbation, noncon, incel step-brother, bttm male reader, minors, ageless blogs dni!!

incels; who define themselves as unable to get a romantic or sexual partner despite desiring one. yeah, sure. that was him alright - your older step-brother... nineteen, turning twenty, and you - eighteen, turning nineteen... a one year age difference, making him all jittery... he does admire you, he does! he-he's sorry he doesnt show it... he's sorry he doesnt show how badly he wants to communicate - to talk to you, to learn about you... sorry he's such a disgusting freakish loser, even. he was so excited to meet you, to be a brother after having no siblings ... finally, getting the little brother he's always wanted.

step brother... whos a genuine gross fucking weirdo. wondering how you would ever get along with this guy... he was already introverted; barely making any sort of conversation with you - its harder now that youre living together, forced to have rooms next to each other with a conjoining bathroom... you were reluctant. this guy had no idea what personal space was - getting all close as he brushes his teeth next to you every other night... but still, silent as ever... so very careful to hide certain disgusting figures of busty anime characters and toys - fleshlights and - just because hes so experimental!!! - ( already fucking himself with a fleshjack, moaning out ur name accompanied by little bro )

often masturbating in his dark little hobbit hole to brocon hentai - fantasizing that it was you calling for your big brother rather than the animated character on his monitor so unashamed...

whining to himself, voice muted as he slowly strokes along his cock - why is he so undesirable to women? and... why not have sex with the next best thing? his new little step brother... he knows hes awkward, and he knows damn well that you dont share the same interests... and he never wouldve thought it would have come to this - but here you are... in his little fantasy, bouncing on his cock and calling him big brother...

often merely jerking off to the sounds of you simply taking a shower - a shared bathroom connected between your rooms... but now - t-to stand in the corner of your room, admiring the way the moonlight hits your face, lightening your features and giving him even more room to work with - languidly stroking his cock and quieting his grunts and moans with one of your dirty shirts he found in the bathroom hamper - secretly hoping that you do wake up, that you see him masturbating to the sight of you and that you whine at how gross your big brother is - f-fuck-! painting his hand with his thick opalescent cum, cleaning it up in a huff with your shirt and taking it with him to the bathroom where he entered so sneakily...

before finally taking what hes always wanted from you!! after... listening in from the bathroom; your desperate mewls and attempts to cum - he intervenes, shoving the door open and you exclaim his name in shock - covering yourself upㅡ"d-dont call me that," he exhales shakily, climbing over you so quickly - giving you no time to react as he continues grumbling as he easily flips you on your belly and holds your wrists behind your back - ignoring your struggle to buck him off - "c-call me big brother..."

and... sitting on the edge of your bed after shucking off the rest of your clothes - cock bobbing up and down as he bounces you along his prick, your wrists restrained behind your back and being so helpless for ur big bro ,,, "y-yeah, thats right... little brother... how does big bro's cock feel inside you, huh?" mumbling a specific line from his disgusting pornos, not as embarrassed as he should be as he fucks you full of his cum rather too quickly...

#x bottom male reader #x sub male reader #bottom male reader #sub male reader #cnc free use #dom male character #top male character #uke male reader #corrupt!on kink #tw stepcest