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──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

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✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

this was a fun project and request tysm!!! i just went about it in the interpretation i found most interesting, i really hope it was to your liking!!!

#divider credit to @cafekitsune #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk smut #blue lock #bllk #isagi yoichi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #isagi yoichi smut #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryuusei smut #shidou smut #chigiri x reader #kunigami x reader #miwa sins

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 5 months

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Based of this ask @anastasiablossomlove

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism

Ao3

Chapter Two

The world will not change if change does not happen from the top!

Your father is wealthy, as a mining owner with some oil stocks, he has money and power. As such, he made sure you wanted for nothing. You are his little girl, his sunshine, a gift your mother left before her death. You love your father, a humble creature unlike most old money children, you only want his love and time when he can spare it.

Outside of business, you are the only thing he cares about. Maybe even possessive given how he controls who you interact with, when you can go out, and now. Now, as you are of age; a beautiful young woman who society believes should be married off, your father has selected a fine young man to court you.

He is a pig! A selfish prick! If there was a ditch nearby, you would push him in it!

“Let him go.” Your voice is loud, foreman-level loud, as your idiot fiancee believes encouraging competition between the miners will boost output. Output being coal mined. “Get back to your posts!” The other miners stared as if in disbelief that this woman was ordering them around.

“Honey, come now,” You glare at the peacock, “Let the boys let out some steam.”

“By beating each other to near-death?! Are you a fool?” You shake your head, “If they can't move, they can't work, if they can't work,” Stabbing the head of your hand fan into that ugly clean suit of your fiancee, “No coal. And I do not have to explain any further what happens when there's no coal.”

Most of the old miners can share many stories about the Mine Owner's daughter. The tomboy who was willing to pick up a pickaxe and mine with workers.

Your father would quickly scold you but cave in when you relentlessly asked him to teach you the business.

Paperwork, counting the money, and many other things.

You know this company like the back of your own hand.

Thus why you are territorial about it.

The man who you will refuse to marry is upstaged most disrespectfully by a woman putting him in his place. He knows how this looks, the societal sexism showing its ugly face as he yells at you about your place.

“Then our arrangement is over.” Breaking the fan he gave you as a gift and rolling up your sleeves. “Help me take him to the infirmary!” Ignoring the spoiled brat and giving your attention to the miner who was beaten. Another miner helps you and one of the other miner tells your former fiancee to leave.

His name is Norton Campbell, he is slightly older than you, he works the mine because his father worked the mine. The debt of the father falls upon the son, an all too common way to get workers.

You met him once while sneaking a visit over to the mining site. The workers travel wherever the coal appears. The conditions are always horrible, most of these workers do not get to see past their forties.

The world will not change if change does not happen from the top!

You heard those words from a politician, a person speaking up for the workers. If only the rich would listen… Father says it is a waste of time, that the workers will only demand more and not work for even half of what they take.

When you look at the resting man on the cot, a scar on his face from all too common accidents in the mine, you see a man who works for less than anything he is given.

You know all this because you have seen and worked on all of the payroll for each and every miner in this company.

“Miss,” An old man, the doctor here, “Your father just arrived.”

You groan as you lean against the old wooden chair, “God above…” He is going to be very cross about what happened between the brat and yourself. Cross but he will agree when you tell him the facts. “Thank you.” Smiling at the doctor. “Here.” Giving him a few coins, “Tell your wife I hope to see her soon.”

You are generous. None of the workers take your money without doing something to earn it, pride maybe? In doing so you have learned a lot. Most of the old workers are a part of your heart. You care about them. When they pass on, you send the families (if they have any) a care package and pay for the funerals.

It is the least you can do…

If only you could change things…

He is tall, with some muscle on him but malnutrition, a dark scar on the left side of his face, and his eyes lack the light of life in them. His name is Norton Campbell, you address him as Mr. Campbell. He is the youngest miner here, his father was a worker here before he became ill. The other miners, a group of four or five, harass Mr. Campbell, especially on paydays.

Competition makes revenue, you glare at papers on your father's desk. That statement works for not allowing monopolies in business! That does not work when miners are willing to kill one another for some scraps!

Suddenly you do not want to eat the soup given to you. Soup to keep you warm on this winter night.

Then an idea pops into your head! Why not give this to the miner— Norton, it would keep him warm!

In your walks among the workers, you noticed Norton often (too often to the point of unhealthy) works overtime. Often he is doing twenty-four-hour shifts with only three hours to sleep before the next shift.

Again, you see the paperwork.

So, a bowl of soup should help! Yes, you know he probably won't take it from you given how you are literally the daughter of the man keeping him in debt, but you have to try!

So tonight, dark and cold like coal, you put on your cloak and grab the tray with soup, bread, and oranges.

You are careful not to let anyone see you leave the cabin and especially careful not to let any of the other miners see you sneak into the mines.

A few lights help guide you towards the sound of iron hitting rock, the sound echoing until you are at the source. There he stands working with only an acetylene mining lamp on his hat to light his path.

“Mr. Campbell?” He stops at the sound of your voice, “I uh,” You do not need the light to know the moment he looks at you the glare in his eyes is like a thousand knives. “Here. For you.” Placing the tray down as if you were leaving an offering to a lion.

He stares at you and then returns to work.

You understand, you truly do. So you leave, going back to the cabin… Here it is warm and fresh air, with clean linen and a bed to sleep in. Tomorrow you will wake up after the miners, you will do no backbreaking work… You resume living your privileged life.

But when you leave the cabin, you see the tray you left for Mr. Campbell empty save for the dishes.

#idv #idv x you #idv reader insert #idv x reader #idv prospector #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell x you

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fic-dumpster · 2 years

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Ellooo! Just here to give lots of love!

Hiiii 🥺💜🥺🤸🏻‍♂️🫂💜 and I’m here to accept it with open arms 😭💜💜!!! *kith kith*

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fizzyxcustard · 3 years

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ELLOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Just here to give lots of kisses and love for all your hard work and creativity! Y’all writers deserve so much more followers and support with all the amazing work you do! Sorry for sounding cheesy , I just love reading your stories ❤️❤️❤️❤️

You did not sound cheesy at all, love! Thank you soooooo much!!!!! I hope you’re doing well and I’m sending you plenty of hugs!!!! THANK YOU!

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harmonysanreads · 1 year

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Ello!!!

Just came about your blog a few days ago and I’m really hooked! Love the blog design and content it’s so awesome and sexy! 😍😙

I’ve had this thought about cyno when it comes to punishing or hunting down criminals or students who broke the rules kind of like the student dude from cyno’s trailer; ya know how cold and threatening he is when confronting them or punishing them with his vision.

I feel like cyno would be the type to go easy on women despite him being ruthless and harsh when it comes to these things but deep down he doesn’t like to hurt them especially when they don’t have weapons or have a vision so he eases down a little and goes easy on them.

I know this doesn’t go with the yandere dark theme but it’s just a strange thought that came up in my head that got me thinking cyno having that side of him.

Ei theme so sexy ikrrrr and a belated welcome to this mess of my 1 am brainrots!! lol and please don't hesitate to send me your thoughts, they might appear silly but they're so worth pondering over<3

I can see Cyno having that side of him, too specially because, it'd be so hard to distinguish! Unless you have a really keen eye now, that is. We know that Cyno is very serious about his morals and while all sinners are same before justice — it isn't too far off to imagine he'd have some semblance of sympathy.

This tender bit would make itself known through the littlest of things, actions that'd go unnoticed in the heat of the moment. Perhaps, he makes it quick and painless. Perhaps, his voice is soft in particular wording. Perhaps, he offers them water while crossing the desert to ease the fatigue? Top it off with the fact that Cyno is shown to be more amiable in privet? 🤔 There is much to wonder restricted only by imagination!

But yes, soft Cyno is not a want, it's a necessity we all need >:)

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Three

Based of this ask (the dialogue from there is used here)

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism, noncon, non-Consensual somnophilia

Ao3

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Chapter Two | Chapter Four

“Finish her off, Norton.”

When he first saw you, he wished you were dead. Just another rich kid with pockets lined with daddy's money. Your fucking suitor laughing as Norton was getting jumped for his lunch. Sickening, the misery of the poor is entertainment for people like you! Laughing as they fight for table scraps, as the poor are willing to do anything to just have a warm bed to sleep on, speaking on behalf of the poor yet none of them ever struggled!

Every day is a fight. Every night is a fight. The moment he was born, his fate was sealed in the black ink signature of your father's name. Norton had no chance, your father stole that from him!

What? Do you think a few shared meals would make him suddenly think differently of you? Ha, no, he meant what he said back then. If things worked his way, you would be on your knees sucking him off while your father grieved seeing his daughter sell herself for his survival.

The nerve you have to spit out that nonsense about change, hah, politicians say anything for some votes. Everyone knows the corporations won't let them actually change things. Too many hands have been greased to change the status quo.

Nah, the only change he cares about is whether or not he will get out of this debt his father cursed him with by striking it big.

Damn, bastards! Damn all of them to hell and back!

It would be no surprise if they do not find any gold, they use him as a scapegoat. Quick to take the credit, quick to throw to the wolves. Your father will soon be like all the others.

Buried alive. At least in death, everyone is made equal.

Norton’s hands squeezing your throat, a grin on his face seeing you struggle to breathe.

Until your hand touches the scar, soft and gentle, he can see the tears running down the side of your face. Your voice cracks as you beg him to snap out of

“Norton~,” The purr of the voice in his voice feeds into his anger, “She's right there. Just get rid of her!” Yelling at him.

It will be quick, a snap and all of it will be over.

Yet, he finds himself thinking about the bread you made for him. Yes, it was for him as a gift. Warm, moist, and fresh; all for him with a cup of warm tea.

Your father… You are not like him. Like others who laugh and look down at him, you honestly want to help. Stupid girl, truly, big dreams with no idea how reality works or how this world will chew someone and spit them out.

No good person lives long enough to see the change they fought for happen.

He flinches, you cup the side of his face, “Fight it.” Desperately trying to call out to him. “Please, Norton.”

“Come on, Norton.” Exaggerating the word ‘on’, dragging it out as if bored. “You have an arrogant little flower under you.”

When you approached him, you referred to him as ‘Mr. Campbell’ as if you respected him. It felt like a joke, an insult as you could—should—have been like everyone else. Constantly fighting, struggling, hyper-aware, plotting. He glares down at you, grabbing your hand and slamming it hard on the ground while making sure to have a painful grip on your wrist.

The pained sound you make is music to his ears, the wicked grin on his face growing with

The rise and fall of your chest makes him very aware of your breasts covered by the blouse. Whenever he sees you around the worksite, you look… Normal. No showy dress, no lace fan (the one you did have you broke), hell, everyone saw you only wear pants.

But here, right before the end, you are wearing a dress. The sort of dress one wears in the winter, a bright color that greatly contrasts with the current environment.

“Why don't you show this selfish delicate flower how to behave… Hm?” Dragging out the last few syllables as if moaning with excitement.

You have the nerve to smell good too, clean and sweet like a ripe freshly washed fruit.

The fight for air is a struggle he knows you cannot win. Watching your eyes roll back, the small fading gasps for air, and soon your struggling becomes weaker and weaker.

“Nortoooon,” The voice rings in his mind echoing in his own voice, “.... Come on now….” The voice draws him back seeing your life fade by his hand.

Slip you into unconsciousness. Body going slump on the ground, you look peaceful now.

Did he kill you?! Shit, shit, fuck! He shakes you then places his hand over your chest, a sigh of relief as he hears your heartbeat. The twisted thoughts in his mind raced between needing to escape and… And… Your perfume is sweet. Your clothes are so clean. You are like an angel sent from above into this dark hellhole.

The first button is the hardest, his hands are unsteady.

The second button is easier but still hard, the voice tells him to take; after all, your father took everything from him too.

The third button reveals part of your chemise, plain which he supposes he should have expected to not look like one the other miners talk about after a venture into a pleasure den.

The fourth button and the voice is getting angry, yelling at him again to hurry. Norton swears he can feel something moving his arms without him doing anything.

The other buttons are ripped open, his face buried in your neck as he sharply inhales, it is so different from his own skin. Soft, bathed, unmarked.

“Bite. Mark her.”

It speaks and he does it. Each touch of his chapped lips on your flawless skin is marked by his teeth. Some barely barely a mark while others are deep enough to leave dark bruising, those are above your breasts. Your clothes are cumbersome and it is more work to try to remove your clothes in a civilized way rather than ripping them open, but that is what he does.

The personality switch is not instant, it is through the actions he would have never done if not for this damn cave. He was the ripe fruit plucked and feasted upon, his mind slowly corrupted by the abyss he was forced to dig through.

“Fuckin’ hate you wearing these.” The voice is darker, laced with greed and lust, he tears open your bloomers as if it was made of paper. A mess of your clothes half torn and his buckle that decides to be a pain in the ass, not like he can stop himself.

The only moment he stops is when he growls at himself for not knowing what to do, of fucking course he knows the layout of what to do but the fine detail escape him. Worse, the guilt in the back of him is fighting himself right now. Fighting enough that he has to remove a glove, spit on his hand, and jerk himself off.

“Damn you,” Touching your legs, his black dust-covered glove marking your skin, he finds it rather hotter than the bitemarks all over your neck. When he kisses you, oh you taste like something sweet too, he has to stop to cough out his damn lungs. “When I am done with you, you won’t even know how ruined you are going to be.” Exasperated and angry.

When he is hard enough to thrust inside of you, he swears he saw stars. Bliss but you are so tight. Dry too but this is not about you. The scent of blood makes him laugh as you just lost your virginity in a damn coal mine--Blood for blood, justice.

Each thrust is hard because he hates leaving your heat. Your body reacts to him by getting wet, your moans in your current state are low, his pace is awkward and selfish. This whole situation is selfish. Grabbing everything he can touch about you, kissing you when he needs a taste of you. When he feels himself about to cum, he makes sure it is all over the floor with your blood.

The whole activity was tiring.

The voice is in control, pleased but annoyed as he now has to figure out what to do next. Kill you with the others or… He raises an eyebrow at a bright idea.

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Four

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Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism, depression

Ao3

Taglist: @anastasiablossomlove @tfamidoingwithmylife @luopenis

Chapter Three

Golden Cave ruined your family utterly.

The explosion, the suicide pact made by your father, and ordered the workers to follow. The research on the gas that caused the madness. Then the detonation of the charges buried the cave with everyone inside.

You were left with utterly nothing.

When you woke up, the doctor of the mining site said Norton was carrying your unconscious body to the infirmary before the explosion happened. Since that accident, you have been asleep…

For a year.

There were no dreams, no sensation of being asleep for so long! Doctor Dyer even said they started fearing the worst. Not like that was your concern, it was your father and the miners.

The news given to you is beyond heartbreaking…

In a year you have lost everything your father ever owned or built himself, including your home.

Suddenly, you have fallen from the top to now sinking into the bottom.

The life you knew is gone, your mother's family had turned away from you to keep their livelihood secure (though they pay for your medical upkeep), and the families of those miners demanded your blood. It is a nightmare scenario that leaves you helpless.

It was too much for you. The sense of isolation, loneliness, and helplessness quickly takes root in your heart.

Your friend, the doctor whose name is William Dyer, visits you from time to time. Visiting as often as he can with his wife when you are transferred to a mental ward.

Your dark thoughts had led you to a dark option as you grieved.

Staying in a coma felt like a better option.

In the hospital currently, you sit alone in your room facing the window. A dark and cloudy day, no one is out in the yard because it rained yesterday. It fits your current moods, dark and gloomy. A shell of your former self these days as nightmares plague your mind, you jump at shadows when you force yourself to stay awake.

There are whispers in your mind you swear are voices of those lost in Golden Cave.

Go back. You must go back. You must find out what happened that day!

You stare at your lifeless expression in the window, there are dark bags under your eyes now.

A knock makes you slightly turn towards the door as it takes your attention for a second only for you to ignore it once more to stare outside the gloomy world.

“You have a visitor!” A nurse enters your room, “If you need anything someone will be right outside.” Leading in whoever before closing the door.

There's a second of silence, then the sound of a heel-clicking against the floor as your visitor walks towards you. He stopped only when you spoke.

“Please leave me, Doctor Dyer,” Wiping your tears, “I am afraid I am in no state to be pleasing company.” You dare not look at your friend as you look like a mess. Unkempt hair, your medical gown stained with tears, your face puffy from crying so much.

There is a deep chuckle, one that makes you confused, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” A voice that haunts you chills you to the bone. Nights you dreamed about him yet it always feels like a jumbled mess-- All of those dreams, however, end in a way you are shameful to admit: erotic.

Not sure why, yes you did find him attractive but such ideas never crossed your mind out of respect for him.

“Mr. Campbell?” Your voice cracking as you slowly turn around, “I…” When you look at him– Up for he towers over you– He appears different.

A haircut and dyed a lighter shade of brown hair. His skin is clean, no longer covered by the muck of dirt and coal. His attire is bright red, accented by his shoulder gold colored lined cape, with black long boots. Then there is a mask on his face, it hides the scar on his face. The hat was taken off the moment he entered as he held it in his white gloved-covered hand.

No longer does he dress like a prospector, no, he is like a dapper gentleman from some stage play. At least he appears healthy, that you are most grateful for.

“You appear well.” Smiling so gently to him genuinely happy to see his fortune changed.

“Quite,” He moves forward but stops midway when you flinch, “You mousy now? Tsk, when Dyer said you were locked up here I couldn't believe it.” A few long strides and he is beside you facing the window, “To think you would end up here.”

“If you are here to mock me,” Turning your head to look at him, “Please do not.” Begging for a bit of mercy, “It is good however to see you, Mr. Campbell. Despite everything that has happened, I am glad you are safe.”

You still are sweet as honey, you should be broken with all that happened! But you don't remember it… Heh.

“Dyer said you don't remember what happened at Golden Cave.” Ignoring what you said.

You nod then gaze forward as you start explaining what happened.

All you can remember is running into the cave to stop your father. Doctor Dyer says the gas within the cave likely causes you to hallucinate and seems to cause the gap in your memory. The coma though, he does not know what caused that.

“I want to thank you for saving me.” These are the last words to follow.

“Don't see why you should.” Turning around to lean against the hard glass of the window, “Look at the mess you're in.” Crossing his arms.

“Perhaps.” It has been… Hard to put it lightly, “It seems fortune has smiled on you these days. The gold rose pin is a little much though.”

If only you knew how he obtained this wealth. The cost of being now the one on top. If he had to make the choice again… Well, he crossed that threshold of morality the moment he had you in that cave. Taking you, listening to the dark part of himself; his life is now in a place he wants to be. In control and wealthy.

“What brings you here today?” Making conversation, “How have you been?” Curious.

A part of him wishes you would not smile at him, but the other half is excited by you smiling at him. How you have no idea how tainted you are because of him.

He turns to face you as he pulls out an envelope, sealed by ink with a crest design on it, he gives it to you.

Take it in your hand with an inquisitive expression. Why does it have the crest of your mother's family on it?

“I have a business proposal for you.” Cold and cutting to the chase, “One I'm sure you are well acquainted with.”

When you open the envelope, reading each paper, you back away with shock on your face.

“How—” In utter disbelief.

“Money is power, sweetheart. You know that. Don't worry I didn't write that, they did. Figured the best way to settle your pop's debts is to get their granddaughter–” He stopped when he noticed you tearing up but laughing humorlessly.

“Seems karma has a way of balancing out indiscriminately.” You cannot believe this, “Now I am the one owing the company store.”

Sixteen tons. What do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt— He is aware of the miner's song.

“Debt is inevitable. At least, you won't be breaking your back digging for coal.” Shrugging.

“No… Instead, I will be on my knees for you.” A deadpan expression before you sigh.

Oh, you remember those words, huh? Cute.

“There are worse things that can happen, (Name).”

You know that. You truly do know that. It just makes you feel bitter, being tossed to be another person's problem. Helpless as these papers basically layout: you have no choice if you want to survive.

There is a harsh reality you must face as a woman of this world: marriage is your only way to stay alive.

“When?”

“In May. A spring wedding. Everyone loves spring weddings from what I was told.”

“And you… Do you agree with this?”

“Why not? They see the advantages and they know how good it would look to marry you to a former employee. One that saved you too. Your father has no kin aside from you and the company is going belly up, I can just absorb it into my own.”

“... What happened to you in a year?”

He does not answer, he instead pulls out a ring from his pocket, “Yes or no, simple as that.” Showing you the ring held up by his thumb and index finger: Gold. An engagement band. Simple with lovely patterns on it.

You offer your left hand to him.

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Two

Based on this ask

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism

Ao3

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Chapter One | Chapter Three

This goes on for quite some time. There are nights you go hungry for him, a fair price to pay as your father does not pay these people enough nor give them the proper food needed to truly fill them. No, he uses the ‘company store’ to keep them in debt with him and thus the company. Norton’s father just like all the others, and Norton forced to pay off a debt not of his making.

Norton with each ‘offering’ seems tolerant of you, well as tolerant as any miner worker could be given who you are. Yes, there are some who like you, you grew up around them, and they have seen you scold your father when was not treating them right. You were able to give them days off on holidays! At the cost of your allowance but again, a price you are willing to pay.

You have your mother’s heart, father told you, a heart he fears the world will eat up.

Tonight in the mines, Norton seemed to have been waiting for you as he stared at the rusted watch he keeps at hand. No one has stolen it because it has no value.

Currently sitting with him in this small space with only the walls of dirt and rock as the witnesses to this exchange.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Because I want to help. Even in a small way.”

He rolls his eyes, “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chewing on freshly baked pumpkin bread. “You should be listening to your father. This isn't a place for a woman.” Snarky. “Might dirty your pretty dress.”

“I am more effective here.” You pour him a cup of tea and then offer it to him. “Earl gray.”

“What do you want out of this?” He does not take the cup immediately, “You want a pet? Something to play around with until daddy finds you a real man?” What he is implying is not unheard of yet is unseemly to you.

Those of lower status can gain money by being the lover of someone of higher status. They are paid to give an escape.

… A handsome man like Norton Campbell would be ideal, the scar adds to his ruggedness .

You roll your eyes, “Is it so hard to believe some people just want to help?”

“People like you, yes. Nothing in this world is free. Especially when the rich are involved.”

There is a pause as he takes the cup from your hand, his eyes hard and cold. Norton only eats the food you leave him because honestly, he needs it. The usual food given either gets stolen from him or barely enough to give him energy.

You have given him quality and quantity food, he has been filling out better and his energy has been up. Even now in the late hours, he eats some treats you baked and gifting him this Christmas day. Your father is currently overseas and most of the miners are home for a holiday.

Here you are alone with some poor man on Christmas, the scandal!

“... Change can only happen if it starts from the top.” Mumbling the words.

The silence of the mine, rocks shifting, flickering lights. Norton moves closer to you, sitting in front of you, “Heh, anyone can claim to know how to change anything when they are sitting comfortably.” You look at the ground as he goes on, giving you wake up to reality.

“Want to change something? Give every man here a piece of the pie.” Chung down the lukewarm tea, “Then see what they will do with it,” He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, “Half of them will drink it away. The other half gambling it.” Disgusted.

Norton sounds like your father. Maybe it is true or maybe not, you like to believe every worker would pay off their debt and then run away to live a better life.

“You… What about you?”

He goes quiet then snickers, “Buy out your father's stocks,” You look surprised to hear that, “Rip this hellhole right from under him. Take every last piece of gold from him until he is begging me for a job.” Then, he leans forward, eyeing you, “Maybe if he gives me his daughter, I might be willing to send him to a nice nursing home.”

His world resembles the abyss of the mines. No way out. Always digging deeper. Norton makes sure to look at you objectively, to make you feel like he is both undressing and fucking you.

“I doubt that.” You frown, “No, you would try to improve things.”

He laughs at you, “Seriously? Why? Because I worked these mines since I could wrap my hands around a pickaxe!? Pft, it is every man for himself in this place. Learn that now.”

Survival of the fittest, the theory of evolution. You have read up on the subject before. How only the strong and adaptable will survive. The strong who dictate the fate of the weak.

And in this world, money makes you powerful.

Could change only happen from the top? Does the change happen when those below become the ones in power? Or does the cycle of oppression continue?

“Go home.” Standing up and going back to work.

“Mr. Campbell,” You speak while gathering the plate and cup you brought, “Thank you.”

When you left, he stopped working to savor the taste of pumpkin bread in his mouth.

Humans are selfish creatures.

When Norton’s map was taken from him and brought to the foreman, then to your father, they took the credit. Norton will get none of the credit and whatever gold they find, he will never see it. This is a promise your father made to him, you could only stand in shock.

Golden Cave. All roads lead here. All roads and lives.

Maybe it was karma that caused all this to happen.

You did not visit the worksite immediately like usual, your father had you sent away to Europe for a time with your grandparents on vacation. When you returned, you saw only the near end of the madness of this place.

The whispers, the accidents, some of the workers disappearing. The reports are insane! Not to mention the loss of money going into this! It was like they were digging for Fool's Gold!

When you saw your father, he looked like a shadow of his former self. A hollowed old man.

When you tried to take him home, he refused by yelling and throwing things in his office around. He never acted like this before!

Something is very, very wrong with this place.

Your father says they have to find the gold Norton Campbell's claims should be here.

Gold, gold, gold; he mined for coal! There is nothing here and you fear that more money funded into this project will put your family business in serious debt.

Worse, put your father in a mental ward with his erratic behavior.

You did not like this, you told him this is wrong, everything here is wrong! But all he did was shut you out.

The place is empty, all the workers, including your father, are in the mines. In the infirmary, the doctor was knocked unconscious when you found him.

After waking him up, a disturbing discovery was revealed to you.

The doctor explained the escalating situation to you. He speculated something in the cave, possibly gaseous, is causing the miners and your father to lose their senses. It was hard to believe but he then pointed out how sensible both you and him are being.

“Your father went into the mines with the others,” The doctor gives you a notice sent to all the miners.

Our time has come. Enter the mines. The detonation will reveal the truth.

Whatever is going on down there it sounds like nothing good is about to come out of it! You fear your father will be lost forever to you if you do not stop them from digging further into the mines of Golden Cave.

You quickly run inside the dreadful cave praying it is not too late, a mining lamp your only source of light.

As you travel deeper you hear voices, whispers that warn you to run away growing louder and louder as you follow the path of wire connected to charges within the cave.

“Norton!?” He is sitting on the ground talking to himself, “Norton, stop!” Seeing him trying to light the fuse.

It was then the voices went silent. The world goes still.

Everything feels slowed down as you knock the lighter from his hand. Your lamp going out leaving you both in ill lighting.

Then, now, you lay on the uneven ground with dirty glove-covered hands wrapped around your throat.

“N-Norton…?”

He squeezes yet it loosens only to tighten again.

You can see conflict all over his face, he is mumbling as if talking to someone.

Someone who is not you.

The gas… It must be… Effecting him.

“Norton,” Your hand reached out to him. “You h-have to s-snap out o-of it.” There is a panicked look on his face when your soft hand touches the scarred portion of his face. Those eyes that often glared at you gaze upon you in fear.

Fear.

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