Theres Just Something Extremely Touching About Watching Izutsumi Work Through A Wide Range Of Emotions

There’s just something extremely touching about watching Izutsumi work through a wide range of emotions when she sees Marcille cry for the first time.

She’s sleeping on Marcille’s lap when it happens—something she hadn’t willingly done since her human consciousness was subdued in the Golden Country.

Izutsumi was initially very embarrassed when she remembered showing Marcille such unbridled affection when her monster (cat) side had full control in Melini. But now, shortly after, she did it again without any fuss, seemingly over this embarrassment.

But when she notices Marcille crying—not crying expressive tears over a situation with low stakes, but tears of real sorrow and loss—Izutsumi physically recoils.

She reacts with the childlike fear and panic that one feels when someone they heavily rely on and trust (like a parent or teacher) shows vulnerability, doubt, or weakness. She lashes out, trying to use words of reproach to get Marcille to stop crying. Or, in childlike terms, to try to force Marcille’s pain go away.

When that doesn’t work, we see her physically struggle as she tries to sit by and wait it out. But Izutsumi can’t do it.

Marcille’s pain causes her so much intense distress that Izutsumi immediately offers physical affection as a response—something she has not done for anyone up to this point.

When Senshi told the party about his traumatic backstory, Izutsumi did not touch him. She did support him, tried to offer words of comfort, but she did not embrace him like the others did. Maybe she didn’t know how; maybe she didn’t have a proper example on what comforting someone looked like. But she saw all three of them reach for Senshi, she saw them hold him in their arms, and anchor him as he cried.

This is the first time another party member has cried out of sadness since that moment. It’s possible that she saw how the others helped Senshi, and maybe, subconsciously, she saw that it worked. That it made him feel better.

She is clearly unused to it, and has her own rollercoaster of emotions as Marcille gratefully accepts the comfort Izutsumi is offering her. But it helps. It helps Marcille immediately, and Izutsumi knows this.

These acts of vulnerability are foreign to her, and thus make her feel uncomfortable, but she lets Marcille lean on her afterwards anyway. She wanted Marcille to be okay, wanted it so badly, that she accidentally overcame an emotional obstacle she never even knew she had.

Cabernet has super long hair and she's able to control vines, and I think if she was a monster she'd be a Harionago. It's a yokai in Japanese folk lore that is a woman with super long hair that she is able to control.

This monster doesnt really fit her powers but I think it'd be pretty cool

I actually think that’s a really cool monster idea, anon! :0

I can imagine the poor Researcher being tangled up in Cabernet’s long hair, trying to reach her notebook so she can write down this extraordinary experience, but Cabernet is playing keep away by using her hair to pull your notebook out of your grasp…

“Now why would you want to stuff your face in that notebook when you could stuff it in me…” Cabernet would purr as she uses her long, spindly hair to tie you down and restrain your movements for her pleasure. While you whine because you are unable to write down in your notes as Cabernet fucks you, you can’t complain much as the experience of having her tongue-fuck you middair using her hair, is too good to even pass up.

As you shakily recover from the exhilarating bondage sex you had with Harionago! Cabernet, you can only write a few notes in your notebook, as Cabernet had possessively wrapped her arms and hair around you, keeping you glued to her and restricting your movements.

Your barely comprehensible from your encounter with Harionago Cabernet:

- Harionago hair is very strong. Can’t move.

- Good tongue skill.

- Possesive.

you're finally part of the "Angell's housewives" club, how does it feel, miss angey? do you also daydream of bathing with Angell and getting rid of the bloody stench surrounding her while also gently tracing her scars and muscles?

Yes.

Have you seen how defined her abs are through her shirt???

Those are definitely rock hard. Imagine standing with Angell under the shower, the hot water running down both of your naked bodies as you trail your hand down her abs and scrub off any dried blood or dirt. Her scars make her skin rough, but it feels amazing against you. Angell’s tall, sturdy body looming over you and practically caging you into the wall of her shower, heavy breaths leaving her mouth as she watches you clean her oh so tenderly.

And…if you let your hand wander lower, you might even hear Angell gasp a little…

[Fuckgirl Yan stalks leads Feminine Reader home from work, a large puddle of water separating them from the other side of the street]

Reader: Crap. I just bought these shoes-

Fuckgirl Yan: You know I can carry you across if you just ask.

Reader: Don't bother. Hold.

[Reader takes off their shoes and hands them to her, hoisting the woman onto their shoulder as they march across - setting her down on the dry ground]

Fuckgirl Yan, hiding her blushing face with a hand: Well, damn. That woke up... several things in me. Shit- Do something like that again and you're gonna make me run down and buy a ring on the spot.

Ellie fucking you HARD in missionary till your crying and trying to push her off you but she slaps your hands away and chokes you while holding one of your ankles to your head and kisses your ankle haaa🤗

oh god yes.

i already hc ellie as groaner and a grunter during sex. shes a breather too where she can be very quiet but when she’s so desperate and in love with how she’s strapping you down, she’s fucking loud. she’s already enthusiastic in whatever she does and invests her time in so i don’t think fucking would be any different.

she’d use a strap like it was stuck to her skin, pounding deep into your cunt no matter how many times you came or if you need a breath after your high. she’d watch you, feeding off your own sensitivity and make you look at her, she use all that strength that she has (because we’ve seen her arms and how she holds heavy fucking armory and a goddamn filled backpack), pushing your thigh and arms deep into the mattress. she’d know how to hold your throat, squeezing just enough so there’s a possibility you pass out but you don’t, she’d say things like, “let me see you.” and something similar like, “look at me fucking you.” shes 100% into eye contact and your clit would never not be touched.

she’d most definitely love having your legs dangle over her shoulders and your feet weakly flopping around. she’d basically make out with your calf and ankle, holding your other thigh so tight she could probably bruise it. she’d say, “im so deep inside you… i want to breed this pretty pussy… let me cum inside you.” in the most desperate way possible.

ellie just gives me, ‘ill overstimulate you, fill your pussy over and over and i won’t stop. ill keep fucking you… and fucking… and fucking you until you cry.’ she’d kiss your tears, growl in your ear. i already know the bed would scrape against the floor and bang on the wall, picture frames falling. if you ever tried to escape (and you’re willing of what she’s giving you of course), she’d follow you, and you’d be all over the entirety of the bed. your head could hang off the mattresses edge and it’s just jerking at the pace of her thrusts.

man… just thinking about it is insane.