Slime ranch

(20) 18+ fictional/vid game women enthusiast (NSFW and dark content centric blog - please block if uncomfy)

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Intro + Guidelines

(updated 08/30/2024 - condensed)

Hi! I’m Slimeranch and I go by she/her.

This is an NSFW + dark content blog and I will be primarily posting exactly that. Tagging info below. Please curate your space by blocking tags or filtering keywords. Safety is your first priority.

Anyway, I have some guidelines under the cut that you should read before continuing to the masterlist. Feel free to ask if you have questions.

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Guidelines:

The hard limit for discussion here is underage NSFW (aged up is OK).

Hate and harassment will be ignored. Don't waste your breath.

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I do not condone rape/non-consensual acts, and I know the line between fiction and reality. Don't mistake my writing for anything more than fiction.

Tagging:

Additional notes: 

All of my works involving dark content will be tagged with dead dove do not eat, and additionally general trigger warnings. The same warnings will be outlined at the beginning of each post.

I’ll do my best to tag my stuff accordingly. Let me know if I missed a tag and I’ll try to fix it asap.

There is no, nor will there ever be, a dedicated upload schedule.

Reader inserts are female by default.

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Thank you for reading!

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Peak is back on the menu! Sara is such a good character, but it's hard competing with Yae and Ei so she doesn't get that much love. But not today... (or 3 days ago, I guess...) you did her justice!

-Pie anon

Hey good to hear from you! Rly happy that you liked it :D

I was piggybacking off of the slower parts of the Inazuma AQ, which is notoriously known for its poor writing, namely the parts where the traveller is tasked to deal with victims of the vision hunt decree.

I'm just glad the general reception was good since during the time of posting, this style (and angst) was very experimental for me. As it is for all my works, I suppose

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Fucking finally.

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It's you! Despite everything, it's still you.

(Kujou Sara x reader)

No warnings, just a tad bit of hurt/comfort.

Summary: What does it cost to carry the weight of the Shogun's will? For Kujou Sara, it was damn near everything.

Kujou Sara remembers it like this: Your hair flows with the wind, barely obscuring the rays of sunlight that peaks from behind your figure. Sakura petals build a picture perfect frame around you. A vibrant gemstone sits on your waist, adorned with a few decals that mirrored Sara’s own. Your smile was ethereal, genuine. It was you. You were beautiful. And it will sit with her for eternity. For as long as she breathes.

And then she would cherish it from beyond the grave when time came.

“Do you… Do you remember…? When…” She stops, stutters, for God's sake, unable to stand the notion that a single misstep would send you into a frenzied spiral of unhealed trauma of her own making.

Looking back, your grandmother was upset and miserable enough on your behalf. The poor old lady busying herself between steeping fresh tea for a visiting officer, and ensuring your triggers stay out of sight and out of mind. It took another round of convincing to let her take a short walk with you in the outskirts of the village.

The blank look she receives from you is all she needs to know. Hands clasped politely together, head slightly bowed, gaze cautiously matching hers. You were nothing but a stranger possessing the body of her lover.

“Gramma told me that we were close before I got into the accident,” You carefully fill the gap, trying to gauge her reaction. “Is it true? What were we like?”

Accident? Is that what they were calling it, now?

It was deliberate and forceful, carrying through her authority. There was nothing accidental behind the strength she bound your wrists behind you with. Nothing unintentional behind the screaming, pleading, begging that brutally scraped her ears as she tore the very gemstone built from your ambitions away for the Goddess that she pledged herself to.

Distantly there were other voices ranging from desperate to oppressive. Dirt kicked up from the struggle, clouding her eyes but all she saw was red. She saw nothing except red, raw, and angry, and so helpless and frustrated that she took the rest of the day off with nothing more than the motion of tossing her prized bow across the range as her only explanation for her leave of absence.

No, Sara holds no contempt for the duty she was forced to uphold. It is, after all, her responsibility as a high standing general of the Tenryou Commission. The Shogun's will is her own. She takes a deep breath.

What a fickle thing that memory can be. Delicate. Transient.

“We were beautiful.” She whispered, barely audible amidst the warm wind passing through the bridge. She turns to you, desperation clear in her eyes. “You and I, we… I'm sorry.” Then she repeats it, again and again. Each loop one hesitant step forward, and then two steps back. Longing for reconciliation yet afraid to hurt you again.

“What for?” You were mercifully cautious with your prodding. Ever the perceptive one, you’ve always read Sara like an open book even as she struggled to see herself in the light. Yes, she'll remember that about you, among many other things. The color of your laughter, the shape of your brilliant smile, the feeling of your warm skin against hers.

“General?”

Ah, that hurt. To be demoted to a mere general of an army. She could be more. She should be less.

You snapped her out of her stupor. She averts her gaze, embarrassed and ashamed to have dated to lock eyes with you, who she has wronged on all levels.

“It was my fault,” She finally utters. “I'm apologizing for my transgressions against-”

Your hand smooths over hers. Between her teeth, she sucks in a deep breath to avoid gasping out loud like a fish out of water. The electric sensation travels through the thick hide of her gloves. It is utterly euphoric, and she would never forget that, either.

Your eyes chase hers, searching for the glistening amber in the sunset. She feels a soft tug at the straps around her gloves. “Can I…?”

She doesn't make a move to stop you, and it's all you need to unfasten it like you've done it a million times before, to trace your soft fingers over her tender knuckles (still healing from the wooden beam she had beaten it with in the training hall).

You've stopped searching, stopped mapping out her hands, as though you've found it all. What did you find? She looks at you quizzically, deeply afraid of your answer.

You return a soft, contemplative hum, one that has her nearly choking on her own breath, hoping, praying that you'd be gentle with her heart, even if she wasn't with yours.

“General Kujou Sara…” You murmur. Her heart stutters to a near stop. “Kujou Sara. Sara. Sara. It rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?” You beam so brightly at her. In a very roundabout way, this was a rather cruel penalty.

That's enough. She retrieves her throbbing hand from you, along with her gloves. Her body aches all over. Her mind is numb. She has endured enough punishment. The purpose of her visit is over. You don't remember, and she will for eternity, the crushing memory ingrained into her existence like a repulsive brand.

“Wait.” You call, this time, your grasping at the plate on her shoulder, fingers stubbornly threaded with the ropes binding her armor together. “They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.”

Her first mistake was to let your words hinder her timely exit. She lets you off the hook for a lot of things, including how your hands sneak it's way up to her face, cupping it like you would to a lover at the end of a long day. “Then what do you say visions are the windows to?”

Archons help her.

No, not even the Almighty Shogun would be here to rescue her.

Despite all the memories you've forgotten, you certainly haven't lost your innate perceptiveness. Your touch is electrifying for all the wrong reasons, now. She is left stunned, locked in place and unable to tear her wary gaze from yours.

For all the battles she has led, no arrow has pierced through her armor so effectively. Is this what they meant when poets quoted, ‘love is war'?

“We really were close, weren't we? Otherwise I wouldn't have caught the way you keep looking at my obi like it's some foreign lifeform.” You had the audacity to giggle, all while Sara was frozen in terror. “My mind has forgotten, but I think my body and instincts remember every little tell that you have. Sara, hold my hand.”

As though in a trance, she obediently grasps yours, and doesn't stop you when you insistently interlace your fingers. Her heart stutters when they fit like a finished jigsaw piece. “Yeah, this feels right. What about you?”

Like explosions, she's sure, war and hailing arrows and the thunder from beyond. Gods above it felt like she was struck by lightning. Maybe she's ascending. There's really no telling.

“Good,” She manages, eyes impossibly wide. “It feels good.”

And, again, you beam, ethereal and genuine. Your hair flows in the wind, the sunset kissing your skin, fallen leaves swirling away, painting a beautiful, glowing backdrop. Did it matter that your vision was missing?

No, you made it clear that it didn't.

“I think they're the windows to the heart.” You noted after a brief, euphoric silence.

Sara eyes you carefully. “The heart? What makes you say that?”

You press some weight against her side, comfortably slotting between her arm as though that space had been tailored perfectly for you. “I haven't felt like myself since the accident, whatever it may be. Tried a lot of things- didn't help.” You confessed, gaze turning forlorn and distant. “And you come along, and it's like- like, fireworks. I can't explain it well, but I know it's you.”

Now she regards you with some semblance of pity. “Well, we were close before… Maybe I just triggered some old instincts.” She offers nervously.

“That's what I mean. It was empty and bleak, and Gramma’s hiding something from me for my sake. It was until you… visited me. And I realized, now, that it was a vision that I lost, and I must have lost you on that day, too.”

Sara takes a moment to contemplate her next course of action.

Actually, no, there's no need. She should follow her heart, as you did with yours.

“Petal?” A term of endearment that you had pestered her to use after a wonderful date under a sakura tree, now strategically deployed to further promote your journey of memory recovery.

“I don't care what happened to my vision.” You say, smile widening. She notes the tears brimming your eyes, and swipes her thumb to wipe it away. A fruitless endeavor, seeing as you've decided to stop trying to hold it in. “I don't care what happened before. But this feeling, I don't need a vision to- to know that I loved you.”

You choked on wet sobs for another good minute. Sara selfishly pulls you into a hug, wondering if you'd still love her if you remembered the pain and betrayal evident in your voice weeks ago. If you'd still love her if you remembered the way she had ruthlessly pinned you to the dirt, ripping away the very gift that defined your heart.

“I'll still love you, y'know?” You had finally dissolved into short stutters and heaves. “Your eyes are sincere, and your heart… well now I can see you'd follow it for me. Despite everything, I'll still love you.”

Sara closes her eyes as she leans into your embrace, relishing in the way her head spins from overwhelming euphoria. That's right, you're just as stubborn as she remembered. It's exactly why she can trust you to still love her despite everything when she inevitably unravels the truth in your hands. She understands that you'll stay, no matter what.

“For eternity,” She whispers. “I will love you, too.”

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"One can't rush a Slimeranch7's fanfic, doing so would be depriving the world of its medicine."

-Einstein (probably)

No need to sweat it, the wait is worth it! Plus, hope you're well ^^ -pie anon

Oof.... hey pie anon. I'm glad you're still around. I have a few wips but I tend to get stunted the moment that aha-eureka! runs out and I'm left with more exposition than I know what to do with.

Thanks for waiting, everyone. I'll do my best to get a piece in asap.

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Patiently waiting for ur next fic 😔💔

Y-you know what they say.... Patience is a virtue..... (Sweating nervously with absolutely nothing to show for my absence)

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Did you delete one of your fics? 😭😢

Nope. If there's a specific fic you're looking for but can't find, it might be because Tumblr hid it due to the tags I put on the post since it has sensitive content. Try checking out the master list. If not then uhhh hopefully I kept a copy of it somewhere... Just let me know if you can find it or not and I'll see what I can do

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Oooh! I think I have another cool scenario to share.

Being Kirara's partner and being absolutely terrified of cats. You weren't scared of cats before, you loved those mean jerks! But knowing they can think and talk like a human and that they will tell your super-jealous girlfriend anything you do wrong is...

Whenever you're talking with a friend, a cat will appear to observe you.

Your personal belongings? Their favorite bed, if you want to get out of the house you'll have to wake them up.

Those cats are always near you, following you around to make sure Kirara's partner is behaving. And if you aren't, they will let her know.

At this point your house is a glorified cat-cafe, but Kirara's behavior is the most alarming part of it all. She isn't just clingy... she is something else.

But no matter how much you try to get out of this situation, those cats seem all knowing... worst yet, more and more come to live with you and Kirara.

Kirara says they're like your kids, always wanting to be near you and jealous of their "mommy", but you know they're first and foremost Kirara's spies from the shadow.

- pie anon 🥧

Content warnings: NSFW, dub-con (consent was revoked), manipulation

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55616173

It started off with a sneaking suspicion. Most of your disposable income sank into cat supplies for the neighborhood strays. It was cute at first, a mass of fluffy little felines gathering at the crack of dawn for their daily share of premium food, but as of recently, they seemed to follow you damn near everywhere. With or without material incentive. 

It's hard not to feel a little self conscious when five pairs of slitted eyes fixate on your naked form in silence as you change into your daily clothes. As much as your girlfriend had repeatedly assured you that normal cats and youkai were distinguishable by their ability to process complex thought and mimic human speech, their persistence had gone from gosh-darn cute to alarmingly ominous.

You weren't crazy, that much was for sure. There were far too many instances to disprove your paranoia, and yet, trying to explain it in detail or anyone only garnered you weird looks and a reference to a renowned psychiatry practitioner in the capital. 

Exhibit A: Your clothes got swapped out once, while you were showering. You're absolutely sure of that. It was a nice, steamy shower after a long day in the fields. When you stepped out, there lay a beautifully embroidered, lacy, yet embarrassing set of sheen nightwear, a far cry from the humble set of loose fabrics you preferred to slip into for sleep. 

You resigned to trying it on- it was better than leaving the steamy bathroom absolutely nothing. The fabrics were held together by flimsy strings clearly designed to be easily undone. With much grumbling, planning to change into proper nightwear, you stepped out of the room, only to run into none other than Kirara herself. She must have just returned, lock clicking with the keys. Her gaze was downright predatory, deep green and menacing, seeming to glow under the flickering candlelight. 

"Oh, what a pleasant surprise! A nice gift after a long job." She purred, already closing the space between you at an alarming speed. Her ears twitched, and her tails swayed behind excitedly. Needless to say, that night she was particularly rough. Claw marks marred your hips, ass, back, you name it. The strap she used was the same as always, but it felt so much girthier when she was fucking you past overstimulation. You spent the next few days limping around. And the cats that invited themselves in and out of your shared home feigned their innocence like they always had. 

Exhibit B: You had plans to catch up with old friends visiting from the city, but the house keys are nowhere to be found. And you knew at the bottom of your heart that it had been left in the second drawer by the door last night. Only hours later, turning over every last corner and drenched in sweat, do you see an orange tabby sitting above a shelf in the hallway, a circle of keys clamped between its jaw like a silent, jabbing taunt. 

It's not like you could have reported this to anyone as anything more than a coincidence. Your friends later laughed it off, when you prattle off about having lost your keys to a stray that broke in. 'Your cat's just being a cat!', and perhaps, the phrase you feared most, 'Typical cat behavior'. Because you knew it was anything but. 

Exhibit C: Usually your wonderfully perceptive girlfriend would have noticed you getting antsy before it got out of hand, but Kirara had been out for weeks, needing to make a parcel delivery all the way in Mondstadt and remote sections of Sumeru. There were no rules against indulging without her. In fact, she once told you, word for word, 'If I'm not around, just make sure to think of me when you're taking care of your business!'.

See, it would have been easy to do if there weren't four cats, each lounging on different corners of your shared bed. You grimaced at the dirt and straws they got all over your sheets. For every cat you carried back outside, or lured out by shaking that bag of cat treats, two more occupied the vacancy, filing in waves. It was an endless tide of well-timed sabotage, almost as if deliberately stalling for a certain someone to return home to take care of your needs. 

Days later, Kirara returns home to you practically squirming in your seat like an anxious pet waiting for its owner to return. “What's wrong?” She'd ask in between quick breaths, threading her fingers through your hair as you pull her into a feverish kiss. 

The strays file out one by one, casting Kirara a knowing glance as she peered over your shoulder. She blinks back thankfully as you unknowingly drag her by her shirt collar into the bedroom.

Overpowering the libido of even a relatively young youkai like herself was an impressive by itself. She could barely keep up as you practically tore off her pants, insistent that taking her cock didn't require for either of you to undress fully. As long as the direct obstructions were out of the way, you didn't mind the extra laundry- the first of many new stages of desperation she could coax out of you with persistence, time, and a couple of little helpers 

“Ah… slow down there, kitty…” She grunted as you attempted to force her cock in dry, though you were readily wet and dripping slick everywhere. 

“No, no…” You sighed in frustration, fiddling with her cock from behind, trying to align it for her if only to speed things up and grant you the gratification you've been so rudely denied for weeks. “Kirara, I've been waiting for weeks, I… I can't wait any longer…”

She presses a chaste kiss to your temple as she finally allows it to slide in, coaxing a soft cry from you. “Awh, you've been holding back all this for me?” She teased in between shallow thrusts, opting to alter the pace slightly as you push your ass back to meet her hips. “You didn't have to, y'know. But I'm super flattered that you waited! Doesn't it feel ten times better with me around?”

“It feels better without those cats watching me finger myself open, Kirara.” You sigh, relishing in the way the little ridges of her cock drags against your walls. “Ah… are you sure you've got nothing to do with it…?”

She stops for an agonizing moment, gazing down and innocently tilting her head in confusion. “What do you mean? I could give them a stern talking to if those little rascals are bothering you.” 

“Wait… so you can-”

“Tabitha is a little rough around the edges, but I promise you she means no harm.” Kirara pushes the cock back in and farther than what you'd usually seem comfortable, drawing out a strangled whine from your throat. “Snowball… well, I know… he can be a little intrusive. Told me a while back that he can't sleep without being by his Mama's side.”

Kirara had, on multiple occasions, assured you that regular cats couldn't communicate with humans on the level that youkai imitates could. The realization only now dawned on you that she hadn't mentioned that they could communicate effectively with the youkai. 

“Kirara, have you been- Ah!- Ow, ow, that's too deep,” You gripped the sheets, attempting to pull yourself off of her cock, the source of the deep, sharp pain currently stabbing at your insides. “S-slow down… babe, please, it hurts!”

She ignored your cries, burrowing her face into your shoulder and taking a deep whiff. The relentless pace she's suddenly set continues on, the stretch beginning to burn rather uncomfortably. “Moca and a couple others have been asking for a sibling… Wanna make that a new year's gift for them?” 

“Kirara!” You cried, the cock practically jabbing against your womb becoming unbearable. “Please, please, let's talk it out after- just take it out first! It fucking hurts-”

“What do you say? Let's make you a Mama, let's give them more siblings to play with, how's that sound?” Her hands snake around your waist, squeezing and rubbing, and God, you could feel the bulge from your lower stomach where her cock violated your womb deeply, threatening to spear you open. “I'd have to take a little leave from my job, but that's okay- I've always wanted to settle with a family of my own, too.”

At this point the bed shook, Kirara allowed you the barest fraction of a second of reprieve by stopping to adjust her position, only to hit it home, bruising your ass with her hips. Breathless cries were being punched out of your lungs as you cling to your pillow, silently begging for it to all be over. 

“God, I could imagine: your belly all swollen up… I've always wondered how that would feel when I touch it. And your pretty boobs, I’d want a taste of that milk, too,” She pants with every thrust, but no matter how tired she seemed, her pace didn't let up the slightest. Her words didn't register in your head- you were far too focused on the excruciating pain of her cock threatening to break past your poor cervix, but key words weaving between your senses had your pussy involuntarily clenching down repeatedly, causing a painful, tight friction that had you seeing white. “Oh… You like it that much? Take- take it… ah-!”

It doesn't sit in your mine for long either, when you feel searing hot something spreading, boiling your insides. It must have been your imagination, perhaps, as you've been feeling that for some time now- burning, throbbing, pain all around. 

The first sense you regained was touch- Kirara snuggling against your shoulder blades again. Your face must be still pressed into the pillow, but you could feel her lifting you slightly, peppering soft kisses all around and rutting against your back. “You'd make a wonderful mama… I just know it.”

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Have you played reverse 1999 yet? I love the story so much!

Hellooo yess I even got my friend into it and she's literally obsessed. Hasn't gotten far the story (working on Hsr and ptn as per my request) so she has not yet experienced the pain™

So far my fav character is madam Z. Mild temperament, but smart and witty when she needs to be. Follows orders to a T, but finds her own loopholes at very little to no expense (ugh so smart). And she's a little smug about it to top it off. PLAYS PING PONG/table tennis/whatever u call it (sexy) and has a cute accent (sexier). And she sung happy birthday to herself so I sang along with her (delusional)

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I find out that triads(Chinese mafia) have originally came from clans that opposed the local government and wanted to throw it away. So they operated secretly. Imagine triad member darling who is the personal maid of Ningguang, close one at that, who is torn apart between her and her clan. Like she likes Ningguang but her people are also personal so there’s that. And cunning and smart Ningguang who is aware of darlings occupation but she’s playing mouse and cat with her, waiting when she’ll realise all of that is losing game.

Content warnings: light Nsfw, murder/graphic ish violence

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55616320

The metal sits heavy in your hands. Solid. Cold. Nothing you’ve never experienced in your life. It’s not that you haven't held a gun before.

The parts are detailed and ornate, oiled perfectly, sliding back to reveal a single golden bullet in the chamber winking back. Your stomach drops. You already know who it’s for.

The weight on your heart was for the man laying on the floor, squirming, whimpering, begging even when his tongue was gouged out and he bled all over Ningguang’s perfect wooden finish, seeping into the carpet.

You prayed for him. His daughter, who had gone off to study abroad in America last year. His son, who had won his first martial arts tournament just a few months ago. His loving wife, likely at home and waiting to have dinner with him given the hour, who worked as a nurse at the local hospital, seventh floor.

His identification was nowhere to be found. You assumed it was ripped off of his person when he was apprehended and tortured for intel.

Your boss’ voice was low and sultry as she leaned into your ear. “Have you ever killed, dear?”

You didn’t trust your voice not to waver, only nodding along as she continued. “Trust is important. It branches from respect, which, as you should know by now, makes up the backbone of this family. And I founded this family. Are you following?”

“Yes, my lady.” You verbalize, afraid to test her patience any further. She blows an intoxicating puff of opioid, scented and floral, then tapped the excess into a gilded ashtray off on the side.

"Right now, you are a drifter." A clawed finger glides over where you once clipped your badge. "Drifters, in my eyes, are untrustworthy. They have no apparent loyalty in which they pledge by. They belong to no one."

She could certainly feel the tremors that tore through you. Your back was cold yet sweaty. Denial, fear, regret, all builds up into a terrible mental backlog. You couldn't weigh the consequences cohesively, instead everything ran itself into pointless circles. You didn't even know where to start.

Ningguang helpfully steadies your hand, guiding your index over the trigger. The iron sights locked onto the man on the floor. Then she parts with a shallow kiss on your jaw, leaving behind a rose red lipstick stain. A promise for what's to come, should you pass her final test without error.

You had the barrel pointed directly between the trembling man's eyes. Tears blurred your vision. He wasn't no one. His family's grief would be by your own hands. They would wonder how he went missing. And your own existence outside of Ningguang's organization would cease to exist as long as his heart stopped beating.

For a moment, you contemplated on turning the barrel to your own throat. But by some tragic miracle, your own mind conjured up a thousand more reasons not to taunt death this way. Fear paralyzes you like a deadly snare.

"Still yourself, girl. Relax. Show me who you belong to." What other choice was there?

The motion of the pistol was the same as any other time you fired at a range or on field. The recoil kicked back hard, but you kept your shoulders and hips squared.

The ringing that lingered in your ears silenced all else. You could feel the sobs choke out of your throat as the adrenaline began to filter itself out of your system. Ningguang wastes no time in ravaging your body, closing in as soon as the gun clattered against the floor.

In all the years you've served under her, she has not once eyed you so hungrily as she did now. Instead she treated you like a cheap toy, feigning disinterest as she either mercilessly rode your tongue or fucked your throat until it was raw and aching. The more you choked and sputtered, the more her smirk would curl in satisfaction.

The better you were at your job, the more harshly you were punished. With chains or fire, it didn't matter. Only the marks that scarred your body did.

It was a test of loyalty, you eventually pieced together.

You ought to feel ashamed for enjoying her undivided attention so thoroughly. For all the times she left your pussy aching with need for you to tend to yourself, she makes it up by graciously offering up her thighs, letting you shamelessly grind as she pulled you into a frenzied kiss.

"You gave nothing away when you crawled beneath my foot for the first time," She gasped when she pulled back for air. "You weaseled yourself beneath my network and offered yourself like a virgin sacrifice. You were a perfect actor."

Her words sounded distant and muffled by the adrenaline. Palpitations in your heart began to ache terribly. Your only words only varied between different attempts at apology to no one in particular. Maybe God, if you were hoping for salvation.

A tear slips past your lashes, to which Ningguang catches with her lips as she peppers chaste kisses all over your face. You cried out when she gave your nipples a tight pinch through the sheer shirt she let you wear. The first time she had given anything below your neck any semblance of attention. It hurt, but sent pleasurable shockwaves down your stomach. "I thought it was too good to be true." She moved down, apologetically kissing the scars left by years of systematic torture. "Believe me, darling. They all break, one way or another."

And you broke, like any other. Not in ways that would have gotten you killed.

But in a way that sealed your own fate when your heart fluttered as she fucked your face. When your lungs seized itself in anticipation as you watched her brandish her prized leather crop. You should be ashamed of what you've become. But it's hard not to when you've rebuilt yourself up to love her warmth and her punishments.

Her pace is immediately brutal. You could feel your virgin pussy give and give as her fingers parted your walls, twisting and curling in hopes to find a spot that makes you see white. Her palms meet your swollen clit repeatedly, so much that it's burning and painful. You make an attempt to allow yourself some respite by reaching for her wrist, but her teeth graze your jaw like a warning.

No touching. You will submit your physical body wholly to her, just as you have surrendered your mind.

You will abandon your identity as a citizen and a registered officer. And you will become a nameless pet for her to love and to fuck. You will descend into the depths of mania, and you will rut against her shoes like a desperate whore if only to entertain your new master.

Every drop of squirt she wrings out of you would then be licked off the floor, and you'd be mindlessly happy to do so.

Never mind the ever expanding pool of blood below you, or the empty pistol laying off on the side. Your new place is under your master, who has taken her time in guiding you to become her perfect little girl.

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Watching jjba with a friend (his fourth series rewatch apparently) and the only takeaway I get from this is that I am a certified milf hunter. That's right all my top side characters so far are milfs. It's a sign. Kamisato kayo deserves a rerun on this shitty blog

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Thank u for that Mona/reader fic with vengeful Mona. Omg I really liked that reader was also from Academy world and how her life got ruined. It also happens so many times in real world. Nice touch of characters. I’m kinda worried that reader is still gonna be broke with Mona though

Thank YOU for enjoying it!!!!

It is sad to see that in the academic world, people still fight. And yes, reader and Mona will he undoubtedly broke af. But in my mind, Mona might actually be willing to set aside some savings specifically for you. After all, you're like a new subject of study for her, and what kind of academic would she be if she didn't invest everything she has into all her fields of interest?

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The anon that requested Mona ruining the life of someone just because is a genius, omg...

Great writing as always too!

-pie anon

Bro so true, that drabble was actually such a pleasure to write. I saw it and wrote that in like half an hour tops (no joke srsly)

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How do you feel about a/b/o forced marriage/arranged marriage with female characters? If you like the idea, which of the Genshin characters would you like to go with that route? I felt like Eula(if she had any privileges of her family), Ayaka and Ninguang would be interested. It’s really interesting

ABO is ok at best by itself. But top that with forced marriage and it becomes a gourmet meal 🤤

- headcanons w/ eula, ayaka, ningguang and Kokomi (in that order)

Mild dead dove content below the cut!!

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Eula, before defecting from her family, would absolutely abuse her privilege and power as a Lawrence member to 'steer' you into her path. She would be ruthless in eradicating her contenders with any means possible. She would be persistent in pursuing you. She is educated, trained, resourceful and practical, seeking to use any means available to her to forcefully garner your interest.

Unlike the rest of your potential interests, she has no more reputation left to spare, so anything goes. Even underhanded murder isn't off the table. If she has to play the villain, saving you from those disgusting alphas, she would cultivate all that negativity and turn it into productivity. You don't need to understand her motive, because no one does but herself, and she's already gotten used to that. But you're not getting away from her, and she makes that abundantly clear when she corners you at a fancy ball, silent and imposing, but ready to waltz with your hands in hers- whether you like it or not.

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Ayaka would be so much more covert in pursuing your interest. It would start of far more innocent at first- extra make-up, inviting you for little dates, catering to your tastes whenever you visit the Kamisato estate. Even going so far as to rigorously studying your usual schedule and planning ahead for deviances when you begin to show signs of interest in someone that isn't her.

That's when it gets more intense. Her hands become so much colder and rigid holding yours. Her gentle disposition stays unwavering, and yet her gaze doesn't feel present. She's a tad bit more pushy when it comes to inviting you over to her home for tea and dango. Sweet little Ayaka is a gentle summer breeze, a generous breath of fresh air, but when winter comes-if you aren't prepared- the icy storms can entrap you in a deadly ballad.

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Ningguang is purposeful and upfront when she confronts you. At first, you can be in it for mora. Your life starts humble, but suddenly you're filthy rich and a hundred feet off the air, reigning over the city of Liyue. You get to enjoy all the fine food and wine imported from whichever region you ask for. Your clothes are silky smooth, jewelry sparkling, and you haven't seen the same dress twice. Ningguang is generous with her mora, but she is certainly not generous with her expectations from you. You can't leave the jade chamber. The only woman you can look at is her- not even her secretaries- and if you so much as glance up by mistake, you're punished and locked in solitary confinement until you 'understand who you belong to'. Your heats cannot be suppressed- she will take care of it for you in its entirety.

If- when you are expecting, she becomes even more controlling. Your diet and exercise become closely monitored by specialists (whom you cannot spare a glance at). You don't even get to choose your clothes anymore. You are an object of her affection. A mate, for her to love and cherish, but not to share. After all, the Tianquan likes to keep her private and work life separate.

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An honourable mention that I think would absolutely take advantage of her position to snag a little submissive and breedable cutie off the streets for themselves:

Kokomi: a stressed out (and admittedly pent up) tactician enthusiast turned war general and divine priestess of Watatsumi actually gets pressured into finding a mate (real; not click bait). She kind of just picks and chooses some random bloke minding their own business from the side and it happens to be you. You can't really say no, not in front of everyone, not in front of the divine priestess, so like, you're just forced to go along, back into the shrine with her.

You grow on her a bit, and eventually she kind of just uses you as a crash pillow after a long day of being a leader and doing leader things. It's not terrible- still technically forced, but she's open for suggestions on how to be a better, more communicative mate. A little awkward and too formal to be a spouse, but she eventually loosens up enough for comfortable conversations over dinner. Most of it is about your day, and the rest is just her being a nerd about war strategies, and stuff. Perhaps it's best you let her grow on you, too.

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Sometimes a thought about Mona kinda ruining the life of privileged, pampered, spoiled girl from higher class for her amusement kinda tickles my brain. Darling goes from highly respected person to beggar so quickly and can not prepare to real world at all. So Mona takes her under her guide and tries to chain her darling.

I'm opening a dissection operation so I can pick more ideas from your brain, anon. Get on the table. Do not resist.

Dead dove stuffs/emotional manipulation, etc under the cut. Pls heed warnings.

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Astrologist Mona Megistus is a reputable academic, and she prides herself on her credibility above all. Her contribution to The Steambird's success is unparalleled, the columns selling at an all time high, and most- if not all- of her thesis have been cited by strong astrology academics across Teyvat. Despite her issues with getting an handle on sufficient mora for her daily needs, she garnered great respect in the academic world, for... For what? For you to openly disrespect her work? To her face, no less.

It didn't matter what family of academics you hailed from, or what kinds of achievements you were honoured in your time at the Akademyia and after that. Your discipline was in alchemy. A focus on human biology and medicine. Eons away from entangling with her works on astrology. So why are you so damn smug- tarnishing her most recent column with one of your own, deliberately targeting her most recent findings with evidence that seemed like it was scrapped together in one drunken night?

It was fate's hand, after all. Out of pure spite, she had poured hours everyday for weeks and every last drop of her budget into researching a subject field so foreign to her, gathering every last of her contacts for their input, cross-referencing hundreds of material until her desk was made of leather, ink and paper instead of wood. All that, to fire back a highly concentrated rebuttal designed to strike where it burnt the deepest. Your career, reputation, thesis- all of it torn to shreds and completely discredited. Any past dubious experiments, on yourself or on others, also brought to light.

The academic world is so, so fickle. Within the first few days, fellow academics you once thought were friends, turned their heads so quickly upon your arrival you thought it might dislocate. Stories and rumours conjured from seemingly nothing, and former rivals stepping up to back it with even less reliable, yet somehow believable evidence. By the end of the week, your own family publicly denounced you, proclaiming their disappointment and disapproval in your actions- in your experimentation, that you were nothing but a disappointment to the name, that you brought shame to the discipline, to the Akademyia, to your country. And after all that, your assets were frozen. Home and office alike, all taken by force.

In the end, you were left with nothing but a flimsy satchel of your personal belongings, and an unwashed lab coat for your clothes. Walking without rhythm nor rhyme in search of a new purpose. It felt impossible, rain pelting down like the world's final attempt and beating you further into the mushy dirt. Fate's cruel way of delivering one final jab was in the form of a gnarly tree trunk, tripping you face first into wet mud. Entire front soiled with earth, hungry and cold, you resigned to sitting under a tree in hopes that thunder would strike you out of this life. Maybe the next one would be a tad bit more fortunate.

Or so you thought. Fancy shoes stepped into your peripheral. The rain suddenly stopped. You don't even think to look up. It was better to pretend to be dead than to endure another humiliating, disgusted glance from a passerby.

But one minute passed and they stayed. It turned to two minutes, then five.

It turned out to be Astrologer Mona Megistus herself. There wasn't much left in your system. Too much had been forcefully dug out, leaving you a hollow shell. An empty, conscious-less mind occupying a half-vacant body. You offer nothing but a soft chuckle. "I get it, I get it. I deserved this. So what does it matter that I'm here? I can't afford to buy you a coffee for a chat, so you can just leave me here." You said. A pause, then, "Or you can do me a final favour and let me know if I have a chance, or if I should just move on to the next life."

A small takeout box drops in your lap. You don't think twice to open it up. There's a nice, vibrant green salad inside, undoubtedly fresh out of the kitchen. "Thank you." You whisper, gratitude swelling inside. Hunger stopped feeling like hunger a day ago, just an empty pit in your abdomen, and you're reminded of what it felt like to even feel the ever-persisting gnawing feeling encouraging you to search for sustenance.

Mona dusts off the rock beside you, and sits despite it being wet. She wordlessly takes out a fork from the bag and stabs out a bite of leafy greens in front of your face.

Numbness fades back to the frosty bite of shame. You try to grab the fork, but she is faster than your lethargic movements. "Please... Please, I don't- Just let me have this one." Your hair still drips with rain water, effectively hiding your tears, but who are you fooling?

"No," Mona insists. "You look terrible. You probably haven't eaten in days. Save your strength for chewing. Every bit counts."

The embarrassment paved way for a sudden surge of anger and frustration. It was her fault, after all. A nice morning with homebrewed coffee turned completely sour as you read the latest Steambird column- Astrologer Megistus condemning you to an eternal hell in the way she knows best. It was systematic and slow, but it proved to be effective and most of all, punishing. And you were living proof of that but you wished you weren't.

"You- You fucking destroyed me." You pushed the box of salad back into her hands, stumbling to get away from her. Rain and mud splashed onto you, but at this point, it barely made a difference. "I was just writing my own discovery. I didn't mean for your work to get discredited. It wasn't fucking personal, but you, you took it that way. It's your fault. Your fault-"

She deflected your remarks tenfold. Her stoic attitude was all the more powerful. "It's no different from the column I wrote, doctor. Nothing personal, just me doing my job. You just happened to be in the way." She replied, picking at the salad. This time she added a tomato, bright red in the forest of green. "I wasn't expecting such an outlandish backlash, frankly. You clearly didn't know the difference between your friends and your enemies."

"That column was written deliberately to target me. My abstract. All of it! Every-fucking-thing. What part of it was not personal?"

It was so easy to feign nonchalance, obviously. You weren't an astrologer. You couldn't read her fate, or her personality or her dubious way of systematically destroying you only so that she could build you back from the ground up. The most tedious part of the process was finished- and now the fun begins. "Such is the nature of academics. Logical and unfeeling. It paves way for future minds, but at the cost of many that lay in its way. You were just one of those casualties." She continues. You could throw your tantrum all day. After all, this is her own twisted form of entertainment. She couldn't wait to train you into an obedient little pet at her beck and call. "Sit down, I can hear your stomach grumbling. Let me apologize in my own way. I can assure you that I truly did not mean for those terrible, two-faced academics who call themselves your friends to shun you the way they did."

And really, you could do nothing else. Darkness clawed at the edges of your vision. You were hungry, exhausted and dehydrated. Your only lifeline sits before you, apologetic frown etched into her expression. "You were a brilliant scholar." She said as she stuffed a mouthful of salad into your mouth. You chewed in silence, letting the sauce sink in. The best- the only- meal you've had in days. "In fact, I actually looked up to you. Some of your papers, albeit outside my field of study, was nothing if not inspiring." At least that wasn't a lie- your papers were well researched, full of hard data and definitive conclusions. It was concrete proof of your innate talent and passion for knowledge. What a shame. In another life, without her, you would have made a game-changing scholar. "Most brilliant scholars, however, tend to lack emotional intelligence. It must have been so hard for you. Not knowing friend from foe."

"You must be foe, then." You murmured, mouth half full of salad. Your muddy shoes was more interesting than Mona.

"Hah, all this and you still call me foe? You're at your lowest, and I'm the only one to seek you out so I can make sure you don't starve to death." She sighs, resolving to stuff you with another mouthful of salad before you can even retort. "I even made this salad myself. It's highly nutritious, but very cost effective. I put a lot of thought into it, so you ought to be thankful."

Sneaking a glance at her, she doesn't look one bit scornful despite your state and your past. Sighing, you resigned to believe her. She's right, after all. Going out of her way to make a delicious, comforting salad when the rest of the world would have let you starve. "'Fank you..."

She shoots you a small smile- the first you've ever seen on Mona Megistus. "Come on, I'll give you the rest of the salad on the way back to my camp. I travel across Teyvat often, but I wouldn't mind if you accompanied me. Maybe we could even study together." She extends a hand as she stands up. "Besides, it would do you no good to stay in this terrible place, full of insincere backstabbers. What do you say?"

Eager to leave it all behind, it was so much easier to take her hand instead. Her recent, most destructive column recedes to the back of your head. You were desperate, hoping for a fresh start, for Mona Megistus to accept you wholly even if the world shunned you. She took you in with open arms. You were content with that.

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Read your vampire ei fic on AO3 and i adored it! Thanks for sharing your writing, have a nice day <3

Woah!!!!!!!!! Welcome!!!!! I didn't expect anyone to actually come from ao3 tbh. Please imagine yourself walking into an old cryptic library with like five dusty books and an empty register. My voice is echoing in your head from all directions, but it's not exactly frightening in any sense. This is what it's like to be on my blog. Enjoy your stay and have a nice day anon

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Hi guys, pls dont b mad about my radio silence (short explanation + little snippet of vamp ei con't beneath the cut)

Im getting dragged by the legs out of the country for about two weeks, so whether my writing progress speeds up or slows down is entirely dependant on how much free time I get between travelling. And my energy levels. I'm an indoorsy kind of person, so ugh. Sunlight. Gross

Anyway a lotta ppl r asking for the pt2 including the original requester. I'm so sorry for how long this is taking. in this part I'm gonna hopefully deliver more Shogun/Miko dynamics as close to canon as possible. And a smidge of Ei, because I don't think I ever touched base on how the reader themselves felt about being kidnapped as livestock.

Here's a snippet as compensation. Idk yet whether or not I'll keep it in, but it's likely I will since it clearly defines readers relationship with all three of them at once. Peace y'all, have a good few weeks. Hopefully I will finish by then... Hoping.... Hope.........