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haitanology · 7 months ago

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all is said and done before doomsday comes ; s62 x fem!reader

—it’s no secret that tenjiku brings misfortune to all those whose red fabric bleeds onto their skin. before the dooming tragedy crashes upon all of your closest friends, you indulge yourselves in a night where all limits break, tasting what once was forbidden to them.

warning — smut (mdni) ! gangbang, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), orgasm denial, double penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, lots of cum/spit/tears, creampie, praising, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, reader’s eyes are covered at one point, 69, mating press (?), some of them are filthy little freaks and others nasty little shits, kakucho not invited bc he was 14 at the time, got a master’s in dickology i guess bc never have i ever described so many with such detail, there’s probably more i missed idk

wc ~ 9.6k

note, this. this is what i bring to the function. the inability to write porn without plot, always shoving in feelings everywhere.

part i. my heart for thought.

the day before the fight between tenjiku and toman, all men close to you meet up for dinner at your apartment. a tradition dear to you ever since they were boys, with so much anger on their cupped hands spilled in the violence that filled their every desire. yet, not a single drop ever splashed onto you, their touch soft albeit drenched in murderous blood.

paths crossed after stumbling upon their formation, running away from a crowd of high school boys —at the time way older and bigger— you were the reason for their first conquest as tenjiku. a bond forged with the vivid red of your hearts’, the black of the darkness that surrounds them and the white of the ray of hope you offer.

ever since then you’ve been friends, the closest ones could ever be. your heartbeats merged; a yearning for your warmth naive. presence leaving traces of heat on their cheeks, some dark red much like their uniforms.

however, time passes, and before you now stand men. knuckles bruised and innocence gone, viciousness part of their hearts along with the thirst for a bigger power. and even then, a big chunk of their hearts and souls has never left your hands, having them crave more strongly —never understanding what they even wanted.

also having grown with them, with each year your fear has only grounded itself further. roots wrapping around your feet and having you stay put as the world they have constructed opened itself to you. screams laced in agony and tears reflecting sadness, you were aware one day those sadistic grins would perish. the thought eats you alive night and day, in your nightmares and dreams.

it wasn’t the loneliness that scared you, but the idea of losing the blood that pumps your heart. romantically, there’s nothing (or so you say); despite that, the strings that connected you to them are thicker —tough to break and more tense than they have ever been.

so tense they could come undone and tie themselves back up to a bond that’s even mightier. but nothing can make them crumble, you are sure of it.

“i don’t want you guys to fight tomorrow.” you leave your words to hang in the air, washed in the scent of loitering takeout boxes, steam circling around them.

outside, the vast darkness is splattered by dots of light. not following a pattern, entangled in their dance, two stars farther than the rest. in the wide crystals that separate your group from the cold winter night, calmness is reflected.

you barely whisper, but their attention is always on you, so to them it was as loud as a scream. a plead for tranquility to finally settle, heart stripped to vulnerability.

“why the hell not?” shion retorts, although his tone isn’t mad nor pissed off. eyes on you, like they’ve always been, feasting on your pouting lips.

he keeps the head shake to himself, chopsticks navigating through his food to keep his mind occupied. nevertheless, the plopping sounds coming from the boxed noodles have him swallowing down an invisible lump in his throat.

“have a bad feeling, dunno.” shrugging, you mumble, dulcet to combat shion’s unconscious roughness. a gesture he silently thanks, chest constricted inside of him.

not having touched the food tonight, your hands rest in heavy fists on top of your thighs. your stomach mocks you, feasting on the concern that drops upon it, twisting in giddiness that makes itself painful to you. the living room’s icy kisses bring you shivers, its presence heavy.

when the younger haitani scoffs, forcing you out of the mortal trap that are your thoughts, you notice the piercing ache in your head from your harsh wrinkles in between furrowed brows. you don’t want them to misinterpret your worrying for anger —not that they would— the curve they form now more upset.

“nothing will happen.” rindou waves your fear off with a lazy hand from his place in one of the couches. the smile he gifts you gives a tender hug, so joyful and relaxed. “as long as you’re alive, none of us could ever think of leaving you.”

they don’t need to say it out loud; they all agree.

on the other hand, you offer rindou a smile of your own. it’s nervous, trembling while it holds itself up, but ravishing in his eyes. swimming in a vivid purple, his pupils grow bigger, lights reflecting a desire for your wellbeing —a desire for you.

his words can do wonders, and while it may be just for a short time, you can proclaim there’s been an instant tonight where you’ve felt everything would be alright. the world sure wasn’t ending tomorrow, not when that same world declares it won’t. no matter what, all because of you.

yet it’s all in your eyes, wide and averting. the terror has taken over you like a parasite, taking more than sweet words to get rid of.

“yeah, we’re plenty strong!” mochi exclaims, his grin triumphant. arm lifted, he flexes it with pride to which shion rolls his eyes, but the short snort you utter makes it worth it. “what, you don’t trust us?”

your eyes broaden even more when you hear his dejected question, his smirk fallen into a disappointed frown. you shake your head, rapidly so. trusting their strength; with your heart in their hands, you don’t want it to suffer.

throughout the years, the bond that connects you to them has proven to be ever growing. your mind, body and soul as much of a part of them as your own. same for them, who have given all of those to you when all you knew were their names. if it were to be severed, something within you would die, and if it happened to morph into a more passionate craving —one none of you answer to nor understand— you’d fear for the unknown future, and the growth within your heart.

“it’s not that, i’m ju— just—“ you don’t mean to stumble upon your words, the same way you don’t want them to think you can’t leave fate on their calloused hands. taking a deep breath, you gulp. “just—“

but your words are deep in your chest, unable to get out. your gaze glistens, honing onto your fidgeting hands, blinking any trace of the soon to come tears. the bad omen only makes its presence more evident to you, poking its ugly tongue, invisible to anyone else in the living room. it’s real, vivid, and it makes you—

“scared?” it’s mucho who completes your train of thought in your stead, always listening to your heart, inviting him to the confines of your mind.

he’s never needed many words, his gaze hungry for the knowledge of you. and when you nod, answering his query, his expression relaxes. although only when your terror has truly subsided, will he rest peacefully.

“i’m terrified.” you confess, the moon at its highest peak in the darkest sea. voice thin, breakable with a simple touch.

they loathe it, your distress. a stab to their hearts even when someone else’s fright pumps it back to life. to them, that was love, caging your fragile heart in their arms so that their backs take all the damage.

a hushed promise is shared between all of them, one to save you from that dismay, no matter what it takes or how it’s done. it’s sealed, and so is the night’s fate.

there’s shuffling, muted steps silent against the floor below. in front of you stand a pair of black socks, looking up to come across the diminished violet hues of izana. a deep color honed in violence, shining with anger that once glimmered with joy. ruined by the big heart of who he thought was his brother, so eager to bring up mikey to the life they shared —their secrets, their bond, broken by the youngest’s toothy grin.

alas, you haven’t been tainted by his ill-fated hands yet, secured by his own presence. his hand, small but grounding, delicate despite how many punches it has thrown at the world around him. all blood is cleaned, resting on your thigh, caressing your skin.

an electrifying touch, much like the others’, having you sweat. heat on your face, heart hungry, but you’ve never given it much thought. you’ve always loved them, willing for the emptiness of your body to fill itself with yearning so as to not sacrifice what was carefully built.

izana speaks in gentle promises and strong declarations. he doesn’t sugarcoat what’s intense, allowing it to crush whoever hears him, wanting his love to be known. you know they do love you, but the blind eye you all turn to when it comes to the dissatisfaction of your desires will always yell louder.

“we love you, so much.” more than you could know, the silence completes, unheard.

you find the hidden words with ease, nothing will happen to us, he says, and what izana says, goes. but they are blind to the scythe in the middle of the room, itching to spin around and take its next victim. and you know, between you and those whose red jackets bleed, the result will always be one of them.

“enough to drop the fight?” you counter, your decisive frown challenging them. deepening once izana gives a slow shake of his head.

“enough to refuse to die.”

his response isn’t as reassuring as you would have liked, no matter how deep his words puncture. he gives your flesh a firm squeeze, eyes widening at the tight grip on your thigh.

clearing his throat, he turns back to his place on the couch. a small smirk, concealed as triumph when all it really shows is satisfaction. actions given out to make you forget the disappointment due to his answer.

you sit there, missing the warmth of his presence; the contact on your skin. cravings come back up, like bile stuck to your throat. you need to keep it away, as you have always done.

gulping, you focus on the clock’s ticking. small conversations are carried out between them: shion’s obnoxious laughter and rindou’s childish chuckles, the serenity of mucho’s presence, mochi’s boyish pride, the veiled kindness izana attempts to hide or ran’s attentive listening that you know makes him caring —even though he sometimes uses all he knows to poke fun at them.

you love tenjiku, even kakucho, who couldn’t be there tonight. his spot is empty, unoccupied, chopsticks untouched on top of the table. you don’t care, keeping him close to your heart as well.

“i’ll protect them, always.” mumbling, ran’s lips curve up into a smile full of fondness. adoration sparkling the hyacinth tint of his pupils, capturing the memories of the people he treasures for himself.

your own smile engraved on his mind forever, one he makes sure will always stay that way. along the light in your eyes, never dimming despite their company. you make them forget what they are, and what friends would they be if they don’t return the favor?

dinner ends when the moon is at the brightest peak of her journey. between indistinctive chatter you all clean up, the suffocating smell of food consumed by the strong winds from the ajar window.

goodbyes happen as they have done ever since the beginning. strong hugs that last longer than usual this time, pressing you closer to them, some hiding the goosebumps caused by your nose against the side of their necks. others decant for kisses on your cheek, lips so different but exuding the same elation —the exact same passion that burns you from the inside out.

the door opens; you wish for this night to keep going. a reckless dream that should have been more precise.

“i love you guys.” through wobbly words, you manage to say in a flimsy voice. stare avoiding theirs, and lips pressed together tightly. “thank you, for being in my life.”

you blink, trying to dry off your watery eyes. back of your hand wiping them, getting rid of any trace of tears. your heartbeat quickens its pace, moving its way up to your throat, unable to add anything else.

but you turn to them, fear aside, wanting to take one more look before the inevitable happens. and when you do, you come across their gaping mouths and reddish blushes, their hearts going so crazy they are just as speechless. something was different, less friendly; more intricate.

it’s shion who breaks the silence, knowing that if any of them were to touch you now, what would happen could break what was so carefully tied together. they hated to fight against what they wanted, but they could never win if it meant for everything to crumble to pieces.

the world was so unfair, depriving all of you of the purest of loves, and the night to seal it off.

“you’re gonna make me blush, cutie.” shion smirks, more a grimace than anything else, turning around to walk towards the elevator. with an aching heart and disappointment, the others follow his lead too.

“yeah, he’s gonna have to go home quickly to beat his meat in peace.” mochi snorts, their backs to you, leaving you to listen to their forced chuckles.

“oh shut the fuck up! you don’t want me to start talking.” threat dangerous enough to have mochi’s mouth shut, you dread for the moment the elevator arrives. maybe it’s for the best, as all fun has now turned sour, frustrations hard to hide in each and every expression.

you loathe this departure, the bad feeling hugging you so close you choke on your misfortune and the emptiness in your body and soul. no choice but to sit back on your couch, loveless and alone, dreading for horrible news you are sure will end up coming true.

the elevator dings, doors opening wide. before they close, all of them spare you one last look, blended in sadness and failure, for your fear persists in your shaking figure and your pleading eyes. maybe they should have kissed you so hard, you have nothing on your mind but that. filling your thoughts with each of them, helping you sleep, doing whatever it takes. but they can’t do any of that.

after all, you’re just their bestest friend. a step they’re satisfied standing in, or they convince themselves they are, at least. but has there ever been someone to stay in the middle of some stairs, waiting forever for something to happen, not making their way up themselves?

the elevator closes; so does your door. the spare key still in its place inside the potted plant by the entrance.

part ii. my body for dinner.

your bedroom welcomes you with a cold hearted hug, having you wrap your arms around yourself. the huge windows make way for the night painted in streaks of melancholy, the city below so lively; you so dejected.

giving your bed a single glance, you can already tell sleep won’t be coming tonight nor tomorrow. your love is laughable to you, shy and unwilling to make itself braver, sticking to comfort.

what’s so comforting about the loneliness you are doomed to drown in? where no helping hands remain alive to pick you up, having no choice but to join the men you love in death?

tonight will be full of these thoughts, you know that, yet they still hurt. each a stab to your body, a mockery at your soul. every ounce of positivity you try to get out of your system mere carnage to them. it had to be today, you should have crossed that line that unconsciously formed.

allowed them to come closer to you. much like shion’s calloused hands and their cold touch creeping up from behind you, covering your eyes and whispering close to your ear.

“boo!” you shriek, shoulders tense as you jump up in place. however shion’s hold is tough to get rid of, pulling you closer to him without coming across his chest. he wouldn’t have bitten back the moan that was sure to happen.

he laughs, everybody joining right after. you take a deep breath, huffing through their laughter with a hand to your chest. though you don’t want to admit, your heart’s elated at their appearance —at the fact they have come back for you.

“shion, what the hell’s your problem?” it comes out louder than intended, shrill and angry. to them, it’s obvious you don’t mean it. your brows furrow, scowling at the group of men you can’t see. “and why did you guys come back?”

when shion’s lips lean closer to your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your face, your voice falters. the question dies out, tongue starting to dry. you have to suppress the filthy little sound you almost let out when he nibbles on your earlobe.

“you knew it was me?” you gulp when his voice turns deeper, lowered to a darkened pitch that you are ashamed to admit has gone down to your core. room growing hotter. the icy loneliness dissipated the moment they all walked back in, and even so your nipples are erect against your top.

you want to blame it on the cold, but you aren’t fooling any of them with that excuse. instead, you try to turn the situation around, gaining control and drawing another line.

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer his.” bold as ever, izana takes the control off your hands unapologetically so. previous fondness gone, reserved in his heart for his full desires to let loose. at least, it’s what they all promised to do before clicking your floor’s button again.

deciding against remarking that you did ask first, you take one last deep breath. it’s filling and calming, not easing your erratic beating but doing wonders to clear your head. you don’t know what to do, having them all on your side, a stupid line long forgotten. is giving in to them your best choice?

or rather— is what you have always wanted the best choice?

with your next answer, soft spoken and sincere, you have erased any chance of such a line existing again. the fate of the night has been set, written in the stars watching behind your windows. destiny promised to the moon, gifting all of you the pleasure you’ve been seeking for.

“of course i know it’s him. i know each and every one of you.” because you love them, and because they love you so much too, they’ll help you without a doubt. in the nastiest way they can, but they’ll keep that to themselves.

for a brief second, shion’s hands leave your face to have you see them all. with barely any time to register the image of their eager eyes and hungry mouths, you are grabbed by the aforementioned and pushed to the bed, where you are now sitting on his lap. hands back to your eyes, nerves corrupting your mind.

biting back a whimper when your ass inevitably bumps into his clothed crotch, you notice shion’s breath staggers as well. it’s not too evident yet, but you know his cock will turn much harder, the wet kiss he gives your nape leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back.

you press your thighs —already close together— much harsher. the friction isn’t helping, but you don’t want shion to feel your throbbing cunt at the thought of what could happen. of what is sure to happen.

“we know you’d be awake tonight, still scared of us dying.” izana’s voice, under the sturdy curtain of playfulness, carries heed. their eagerness however, mixes in to give the atmosphere a knot of tension that must be undone. forming for years, but so fragile. “we want to help you forget, for you to relax.”

he doesn’t specify how they’ll do that; you don’t want to ask either. their response comes in heavy footsteps, a presence stopping right ahead of you, breaths heavy and fervent. then, your own breathing halts, leaning towards the anticipating uncertainty.

a hand is tamely placed on your cheek. huge, with big long fingers, and cosy, making you lean your head towards his hold. touch mild despite the brutality you know it unleashes, but you bathe in the traces lit up with craving fire as it slides down your face. moving down towards your chest, where a single finger circles around your covered boobs, crossing to your nipples to play with their hardness. his thumb joins to pinch one, your muted moan silenced by shion’s groaning at your ass’ moving.

“do you know who’s touching you now?” the latter wonders, tone low and full of need. through quick breaths he regains his composure, but his straining cock calls for your pulsating cunt so desperately.

unknown hand making its way below, it stops right above your clothed pussy. with its lone force he parts your legs apart, giving light slaps to the thin fabric of your pijama. you hum, leaning your head back to shion’s shoulder, legs making more way for the hand to go deeper.

it does, taking the hem of your pants and sliding them down to your ankles, where you make quick work to get rid of them. your panties are on full display, the darkened spot from your arousal a feast for their eyes. his lone finger once again slides against your underwear, the damp circle having the boy licking his dry lips. meddling with your entrance, but never quite entering, you want to beg him too, so badly. thought scrapped when his finger presses through to the wet mess that is your sex.

“yasuhiro…” you whisper, a primal want dressing it as a throaty moan leaving you to shudder in place. the mention of his first name, uttered so airily, sends blood rushing straight to his cock, giving an angry twitch silenced by his pants.

whining when mucho’s finger leaves your arousal, moving up to the hem of your panties, it singlehandedly pulls them down. legs moving to aid him in taking them off, letting the cool air be the first to taste your naked folds, covered in shining slick as it begins to clench around nothing.

“you want us that much, it’s good to know.” mucho declares, underwear pending on his index finger as he shows it to the rest, too distracted on your bare wetness. he discards it somewhere across the room, the sound of his voice so sensual to your growing impatience. “we want you so much, too.”

easy to tell by your dampened shoulder, where shion has let out a glob of his drool at the sight of you. fully hard cock pressed against your bare ass, rubbing your plump skin as he swallows all spit from his hunger. you don’t care, clenching your jaw at the absence of attention at yourself, your hands still as you know it wouldn’t be enough.

“such a beautiful pussy, so wet and needy.” is all mucho says before leaving your side, having you want to cling onto him and pull him closer with your wrapped legs. nevertheless, a new pair of hands rest on your thighs, just as big but way softer. tender skin well taken care of, rubbing your flesh near your core.

he’s graceful with his ministrations, long fingers ghosting over your clit. it’s easy to tell who carries himself with such elegance, dainty hands so curious yet sure of what to do. confirmed when his tongue licks its way up your cunt, lapping at your slick folds and sucking the plump flesh.

his tongue penetrates you, curling around to reach every spot it can get. you convulse around him, his insatiable mouth never getting enough of your slit, taking all the juices he can get. you wrap your legs around him, imprisoning him to your pussy. being barely able to register shion’s questioning, so eager to get an answer out of you.

“do you know who’s eating you out? can you tell?” you don’t say a word, poking your tongue out as you can only let out strangled noises. muttered cries for more, drool falling out of the corners of your lips.

your lack of a response isn’t welcomed. the confirmation of who’s hungrily devouring you coming when his pointy nose flickers your clit. choking your sobs at the tightness on your lower stomach, so willing to come undone as you buck your hips into his face —a feeble try to ride his big nose.

“oh—fuck!” you cry out, hearing the braided man slurping on your slick. cunt pulsing, begging for something more to fill it with. hands to the top of his head, ruining his perfectly combed hair with your grip. “ran, it’s ran!”

and for a job well done, he leaves your pussy unattended to give your clit a thankful kiss, resounding in the silent room. you hate it when his strength is much more than your own, pulling away from your hold. all the buildup inside you for naught.

shion’s tongue moves fast to wipe out your saliva, cleaning your lips and replacing the shine with his own. offering a chaste kiss to your cheek, at the same time that ran licks his lips with a content sigh.

“tastes so good, could eat her for hours.” he tells the rest. savoring the flavor of you inside his mouth, he gathers what is left around his lips and nose.

without much time to prepare for what’s next, as everyone in the room has grown eager to have you, your body writhes from the disturbance of a thick, prodding finger inside your cunt. walls squeezing the single digit, unmoving, a victorious grin on the man’s face at the spectacle you offer by thrusting your hips into his finger —fucking yourself with it.

shion’s breezy moans in the background don’t help his case in having the voice of the group. recomposing himself from the implacable grinding his dick receives. this time, he stutters, his hold on you turning frail. he doesn’t sound so cocky now, restraint crumbling without having any hands to pick it up with.

“a—and do you know whose finger is in— si—inside you right now?” he finishes with one long inhale, teeth biting his bottom lip.

on the other hand, you fight off the brimming tears in your eyes with your grinding. lengthy finger shoved in fully so that his knuckles are pressed against you, bruised and battered. less kept together but so welcomed by your walls anyway.

“mo—mochi.” you answer almost immediately, hopeful that he would do something to reward you for it. for his finger to pound you relentlessly until you finally cum. the thought alone sends you to clench around him, asking for more.

but mochi turns out to be sadistic, taking out his finger coated in your essence. you don’t see how he brings it up to his mouth, taking it fully to lap at your slick with an echoing pop. your breath hitches, shion’s pants now wearing darker stains.

“no first name for me?” he mocks you, teasing grin growing wider. silence greets him, and he does well to beat it by causing the first scream of the long night ahead. shoving three of his fingers inside your cunt, unannounced.

they curl, setting a merciless pace of back and forth to reach as deep as he can. the squelching sounds accompanied by your uncontrollable moans, high pitched and cursing out. the pressure builds once again in your stomach, back arching so his tough fingers can keep touching you in every spot possible.

“ah! kanji— sorry, so sorry kanji!” you beg for him to forgive you, spewing out apology after apology between the growing tears and trailing drool.

“it’s ok sweetheart, i love you.” he reassures you. so nice to you, your walls thank him by closing in on him. so good for him, leaving him to grunt from how obedient you are being.

“love you t—“ you want to tell him and the rest of them, in all its glory now that all limits have been broken and left behind.

however, rindou seems to have other plans, shoving mochi away not caring about his shouted protests nor your mewling at the emptiness of your pussy once again. orgasm denied for the second time, rindou’s weight bringing you to lie down on top of shion, lips chasing after your own.

they join together in a feverish kiss, viciousness bringing you two to a world of just both. lips tasting one another; tongues playing with each other, in such an aggressive way spit makes it way down your mouths and to your bumping chins. noses hitting as rindou tries to get even closer to you.

shion’s hands are forced out of your eyes, having you witness in the dead of the night, swimming in darkness, the pile of clothes by the bed. the men are all in front, almost naked if it weren’t for their underwear. doing little to cover their blazing erections.

“want you s’bad.” he breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. mumbled so close to your lips, he takes yours in his without hesitation, teeth clashing and tongues entangled.

you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers ghosting over the streaks of black ink swirling through his back. muscles tense, he groans in your mouth and lowers his hips to your core. clothed cock rubbing against your folds, looking for more friction as he moves faster.

beside you, shion undresses, glancing over to rindou picking you up to kneel ahead of him, arms wrapped around your waist. empty thumps are heard from his grinding, and he decides to crawl his way behind you to help him in getting rid of your top.

effortlessly, they succeed in having you be the first to be completely naked. both men ogling your body up and down. your curves, every inch and crevice of your skin a feast for all of them. some palming their cocks through the fabric, others like rindou and shion, marking you with their mouths.

“so divine.” rindou mumbles, his arms and shion’s controlling your squirming from pleasure. hot breath trailing down to your naked boobs, hands drawing shapes on your flesh. “gorgeous body, all for us.”

you want to nod, instead drooling at their two hard cocks caging you between them. shion grabbing your ass cheek, playing with the molding skin by stiffening his grip. you moan their names, the covered contact insufficient.

“want your cocks, want you inside please.” begging for them, your hands make their way down to grab at their clothed dicks. both men pant, fingers wrapped around their lengths, feeling their hardened girths. “please fuck me.”

and with that said, both of them take off their underwear to have it join the rest of sprawled out clothes. in the dim lighting, with only the moon and the stars as witnesses, only the sparkling light in your pupils guides you to your instincts. so famished, tongue watering at rindou’s erected cock, intimidating as it stands —starving for your pussylips.

he’s big and very thick, a single protruding vein running down his length. red, angry tip, leaking precum and leaving it to slide down to pool around the base of his shaft. balls full and large, saliva drowning your mouth.

shion doesn’t stay far behind, not as big and way thinner, curving slightly to the right. his veins aren’t as marked but there are many, cockhead thick and itching to bury itself inside you. fat drop of precum waiting to fall into the mattress.

with a hand he guides his member to your folds, gathering all the wetness he can get. having you moan against rindou’s mouth, drowning any sound, you pull away to taste shion’s lips as well. spit mixing in with your eager tongues, hearing him swallow.

“can’t wait anymore.” you hear rindou complain, tip prodding at your entrance as he begins to penetrate you. a content sigh leaving your lips, whole length making its way past your tightened walls, cock molding the shape of your cunt to adjust to his size.

bottoming out, cockhead brushing your cervix, you and rindou moan in unison at eachother’s warmth. walls squeezing him so hard, his own cock buried in your wet pussy —the pressure so tempting to have you thrust against him.

and you do, bucking your hips onto his twitching cock, balls slapping your skin to create the filthiest of sounds. wet plops from rindou’s pace sending you into a frenzy, meeting his rhythm so that the coiling tension thickens and explodes into your orgasm.

“taking me in so well— fuck—“ although you can’t register rindou’s praises too well, shion’s rutting against your ass beginning to change into the intrusion of his dick inside your hole. pushing his way in with a single thrust —your very own slick acting out as lube.

you yell out his name when he hisses yours, spreading your ass open as his cock splits you apart. both holes completely filled, hints of pain slapped off by rindou’s fastening pumps. gripping shion so well, clenching around his girth and feeling every vein slide past your heated flesh.

“too much! s’good…” you cry out, the first set of tears coming out from your shut eyes. joining the threads of saliva you can’t keep in your mouth, mixing in on their way down your face.

the single vein running down rindou’s shaft ravages your walls so roughly. their tempo matching so that you never feel utterly empty, balls shaking with each snap of their hips. ecstasy choking you when rindou’s tip kisses your g-spot, relentlessly going at it so that more tears stain your vision —hazy and blurry.

you can distinguish izana’s nearing body, hand on his cock while he gives it a few pumps. he leans closer to your face, same fingers coated in his cum wiping your closed eyes. painting your face, you hum, growing hot as you convulse around both of the men’s cocks. answering you by pulsing through your clenching walls.

“these are the tears i love to see.” giving his finger a kitten lick, saltiness of your pleasure melting in his tongue, izana takes your limp hand and brings it up to his dick. “want to shower your face with my cum. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod, hand taking his cock and stroking it with deep movements. barely keeping it together with the sloppy pace both cocks inside you are falling into, forcing you to sometimes squeeze his length, drawing out throaty moans from the dark skinned man.

your cool fingers gliding past his searing meat make of him a fervent mess, hips bucking to fuck himself with your hand. head on rindou’s shoulder, you stare at his own tilted back, adam’s apple bobbing as your name is the only thing his lips can say.

“cutie your ass is so tight.” shion drags his cock out with difficulty, hole so adamant in keeping him in. only his tip rests inside, forcing your ass to remember his shape. “gonna fill it up, alright?”

he doesn’t leave room for answers, burying himself deep inside until your vision turns blind. rindou’s cock mimicking his actions, growing at the thought of your cunt taking all of his cum.

“gonna cum—“ you spit out, rindou’s shoulder welcoming your saliva and tears, joining his thin layer of sweat. “cumming, i’m cumming!”

“me too.” it escapes past his kissing teeth, the tremors of your body having him give one last powerful thrust before stilling inside of you. rolling his eyes, his risen shoulders relax once his orgasm crashes upon him. “keep it inside for me, will you?”

you do, for both of them emptying themselves inside of you. hot strings of sticky cum crawling into your holes, painting your walls white and having them spasm and contract as you let your own orgasm wash rindou’s length. he doesn’t let it run out, fucking the union of your juices back into you, not a single drop wasted. feeling so full, heaving out praises to both blushing boys.

“our good girl.” shion pats your head, soft kiss on your back and hands fondling your tits. you regain your breath still by rindou’s shoulder, knowing it’s not over yet with the way izana’s cockhead nears your face.

the two boys’ cocks leave your holes the moment izana’s twitches. releasing his load on your face, reaching your lashes, forehead and cheeks. streaks of cum painting your skin in a dense white, giving the last touch to your fucked out expression.

“god i love you so much.” admiring his work, and the way your cunt and asshole fight desperately to keep shion and rindou’s seeds. his smile broadens at the thought that this is just getting started.

indeed, mochi’s next in taking you into his arms, so small compared to his size. you don’t have time to regain your breath, composure crushed by the brutality of the s-62, quivering at mochi’s frosting hands.

“so sensitive already, sweetheart.” and so easy to handle, too. moving you as he pleases, lying down on the bed and having you on his chest, right above his underwear and bulging cock.

the big stain of precum is evident on the light grey fabric. an enormous bump waiting to be freed of its confined space. dark, trimmed hairs leading the way to his aching dick. your hands on his abs, stroking his built chest and floating up to his pecs.

his hands cup your ass, thumbs kneading the plush skin and hovering over your widened hole. you feel his dick jump up, taming him with a rock of your body pushed by your legs. he groans, guttural desire drying out his throat, starving for your glistening folds.

“can take it.” you promise him, small whisper loud in the quietude of your room. where the men touch themselves to the landscape of the shade of your figure plastered on the bright nightlife ahead of your windows.

he chuckles, vibrating chest so good for your throbbing pussy, waking up his cock even more. a hand trails up to your face, big thumb pinning your bottom lip. his tongue wetting his lips.

“course you will.” he says it like it’s obvious, dragging down the swollen lip until your bottom teeth can be seen. fingers full of your saliva, drying patches from the previous crying making you look so filthy. exactly how he likes it. “want these lips around my big cock, gonna give you a full meal.”

grabbing onto your hips, he turns you around with one swift twirl. pulling your ass closer to him, legs on each side of his face lifting your lower body, back arching as you are laid down in front of his underwear. clenching around nothing at the compromising position, mochi’s first to dig in to your cunt —tongue flickering your clit so erratically, you purr.

alas, you now have to fully undress him, taking the rim of his clothes and sliding them to the middle of his crushing thighs. he wriggles his legs, aiding you in taking them off completely, widely grinning against your pussy when you gasp at the full size of his erection.

standing furiously near his chest, where your chin hovers above his pubes. the size is enormous, so thick and dressed in many veins that draw intricate curves on his meat, making him even wider. mushroom tip prominent, broad slit already seeping out so much precum. fat plumps of a dirtied white gliding down his whole length, pooling around his base where even bigger, heavy balls rest. your mouth waters at just how much cum he will give you, hurrying up when the tip of his nose lightly teases your entrance.

your hand takes his shaft, whimpering when you see the struggle your fingers have wrapping around it. you pump it once— twice, mochi’s groaning so good for your cunt, going down on his nose so that the tip enters you. when your lips near his head to give it open mouth kisses, wet plops taking bits of his salty cum, your hand holds his balls, playing with them as they barely fit inside.

you take his tip in your mouth, warmth enveloping his cock as you try to move down on him. only taking almost half of his length, breathing through your nose and hollowing out your cheeks, easing your throat as his hips buckle onto your face. his moaning going straight to your pussy, where he begins to grow desperate slurping on your juices. noises nasty, making you moan and tighten your throat on his cock. tongue darting to lick every crevice, drooling so much it accumulates at the base.

both continue the rhythm of your grinding bodies, building your climaxes and chasing after them. hunger making you frantic, savoring every bit of essence as if it were your last meals.

“looks so pretty.” you listen to mucho’s voice on your back, his hand on one of your cheeks. “but i think you can take more.”

he declares it so impassively, keeping his cool as always, that you don’t see his hand raised and profoundly slapping your ass. it jiggles, closing in on mochi’s pointed tongue licking slow stripes. you scream, muted against the wet heat in your mouth. another hand joins mucho, this time being ran’s long finger entering your ass, so sensitive from shion’s stretching not long ago.

both of their fingers buried knuckles deep, a third hand slaps you once again as they begin to stimulate your hole. their ministrations along with mochi’s starved devouring pushing you to take more of the latter’s dick, gagging through parted lips as you take him fully —choking on his tip at the very back of your throat.

nose pressed against his bouncing balls, fucking your face as you do the same to his nose and tongue. your chin scratched by the bush near his shaft, you cry out feeble attempts of his name as more spit leaves your lips, fat tears joining.

“there we go pretty!” seems the third hand belongs to izana, cheering you through the orgasm that pours down onto mochi’s face. giving one more hard slap that sends your skin tingling, trapping mucho and ran’s fingers on your ass, finally letting loose.

you come undone, flooding mochi’s face with your cum and crushing his face with your thighs. he doesn’t seem to care, lapping at your cum without shame, drinking it until nothing is left out, before joining you and snapping his hips to release his load.

it’s dense, so much cum leaving his cock you can barely swallow it all. hot spurts abusing your throat, leaving thick trails out the corners of your lips that you’ll take care of later. it keeps fluttering, but never once you leave it unattended, making sure all of his semen is sucked dry. breathing in when you let it go, tip of your tongue gathering what little is around your lips.

you swallow it down loudly, the echoing plop from your mouth leaving his cock free so gratifying for his ears. he gives your cunt a mellow kiss, tenderness fighting off his roughness.

“good girl.” he coos, readjusting you as he pleases so that you now lie in his direction, ass against his still hard cock. he holds your chin and turns your head around to his, deeply kissing you, passing down the rest of your orgasm so you can taste the sweetness he did. “we love you so much, you are perfect for us.”

and you smile, fond and big it has their hearts pounding in their chests. you kiss the tip of his nose, giddy from their worship.

however, mochi moves up so that his head rests on your pillow. hands tracing patterns on your skin, watching your stomach rise from the harsh breaths you are taking.

“got one more in me.” he mutters close to your ear, feet parting your legs open, showing the rest your abused holes. “will you be a sweetheart and take it?”

how can you deny him when he asks so politely? previous fingering helping you for what will happen now, cock rubbing through your ass cheeks, willing to take his big dick to split you apart. pushing in, slowly making his way through unlike shion’s desperate entrance.

you wriggle in his hold, mochi shushing you by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. wailing at the size you have to adjust to, a little easier thanks to shion. your cum stained face is full of fresh tears and brand new globs of spit. tongue lolling out of your parted lips when he bottoms out.

buried deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with each thick vein hitting you just right. your squinted eyes widen tremendously at mochi’s calling, gripping him so tightly at the idea of being torn apart by the two biggest.

“mucho, wanna join in? she wants it.” and he doesn’t hesitate to crawl up to where you are, underwear long gone. his cock isn’t much different from mochi’s, less thicker but way longer, looking so delicious against his chiseled chest.

he takes your legs, having them bend down near your shoulders, leaving so much room to hit even deeper. entranced by your wet cunt, glossy and begging for his cock to break it. and who is he to say no to his woman?

in one swift plunge, he finds himself buried to the hilt. balls swinging as the sound of smacking flesh from his ruthless penetration elicits the most pornographic moan he has ever heard from you. massaging his cock just the way he likes it, sponging walls enclosing the space and making him feel impossibly closer.

“so fucking tight— god, fuck!” he growls, pushing you to mochi’s chest, boobs pressed against mucho’s big —worked out— pecs. sandwiched between both men, ruining your insides just by staying still, you sob for them to ruin you —to move faster.

“s’big… ‘s too big—” your incoherent mumbles become higher in tone, allowing them to rock your body as they please. trying to meet their hips as they pound you dumb, reckless rocking making you cry out in ecstasy. “lov— love you s’much. luv your cocks s’much.”

your babbling pushes them to thrust harder. having you whine when mucho stops and his hand lightly slaps your cum covered cheek, calling for your attention. you look up at him, teary eyes sending heat straight to his cock, throbbing against your cunt.

“you see that?” he points down at your belly, a small bulge making it stick out. you take your hand to trace its shape, a silent chuckle gifting hints of happiness to your fucked out face. “that’s my cock, babygirl.”

and you love it, he knows you do. picking up his pace to meet mochi’s, so engrossed in your ass. he doesn’t want this moment to end.

you don’t notice how both of your hands are taken by shion and rindou, hard once again. but they know you don’t care when each hand takes their cocks, already familiar to you, beginning to masturbate them. their moaning helping your orgasm build up, this time stronger, with mucho ruthlessly pounding against your g-spot.

your head turns to the side, coming face to face with ran’s dick. he slaps you with it, playing with your hanging tongue by wetting it with your saliva. you stare up at his innocent grin, him looking down with dilated pupils.

“there’s still a hole unoccupied.” he simply mentions, cock twitching when your hand pulls the foreskin back to expose his angry head. so pale and long you don’t know what you’ll do to make it fit. curving up, he applies his precum to your lips like gloss, pushing in with his hips until he’s balls deep into your mouth.

body used by all of them, including izana whose hands are on your swollen clit, it doesn’t take long for your legs to begin their uncontrollable tremble. this time’s different, your moans turning into shrill shouting as a stream of tears run down your eyes, closed in bliss as you begin to see stars.

your third orgasm hits you harder than any other, right after mochi cums for the second time filling you up to the brim with his huge loads. you begin squirting all over mucho’s cock, squelching sounds getting wetter as more and more cum leaves out of you in hot spurts. he takes it out, watching as you make a mess of mochi’s legs, the mattress and his abs.

“shit!” you moan out, cum gliding down mucho’s cock that has entered you again. though your words are muffled by ran’s dick around your lips, you continue squirting out all your juices, milking out mucho’s cock in the process.

he has so much cum too, cunt stuffed full of his own after your mind blowing orgasm. balls drenched as well, but his smile tells you enough, and you don’t feel ashamed of it —even better, only proud.

pulling away, despite mochi’s cock still buried into your ass, he leaves your chest free for shion and rindou, who don’t take too long in covering your tits and stomach with their loads. satisfied groans out of their lips as they admire their work, thick globs of white on your sweaty skin.

ran’s the last to empty out his cum, doing it inside your mouth much like mochi. you take it all without hesitation, opening wide for him to see you gulping down his seed. uttering a sigh when you’ve eaten it fully, kissing the tip of his cock for a job well done.

“nasty little whore.” you have no idea who says it, the loss of mochi’s dick as he comes out of you taking over your mind. oozing cum follows, filthy trickles running down into your cunt, where you do a good job in retaining what they have given you. “our perfect slut, should’ve done this sooner.”

you agree, spent after three rough orgasms. alas, you see two men staying on the bed —two men that haven’t been inside of you yet. but you are so sore you don’t know if you can take them. such big cocks just like the rest of them.

“we want to taste you, too.” it’s ran’s voice, the one he uses when he wants something. turning innocent, words so tender they heal your tiredness with dulcet touches. you hate when he does that, falling for it every time. “you’ll let us, right? we’ll be gentle, i promise.”

your moans are so loud with each touch, both izana and ran standing you up on your knees, between both of their bodies. you teeter, head tumbling towards the man you have in front, which turns out to be the older haitani. shoulder so comfortable, you nuzzle closer to the side of his neck, kissing it.

your pussy takes him right up, so tight despite being so used throughout the night. he’s washed in the remains of your orgasm, easy for him to move, but he doesn’t. you wonder why, whining against his neck and jumping on his cock, legs quivering so hard you know it won’t take you much to cum again.

instead, a second cock makes its way up your cunt, having you scream out for your fourth orgasm at the close fit of both dicks inside your pussy. they rub one another, not appearing to care too much as both of their eyes are closed, jaws clenched. you squeeze them, adjusting to their size and ignoring the pain for the cum sliding down past them.

you’re crying, tears licked by izana’s tongue as he rejoices in them. no longer are you sobbing from fear, but so destroyed by each and every one of them you have nothing left of you but scorching pleasure.

“already?” he purrs, dragging his cock out just to thrust once more. skin gliding past ran’s veiny shaft, making him move as well, desperate for his release. “but you’ll let us cum, won’t you? after we’ve been so good to you…”

he trails off, falling into rhythm with ran, abusing your cunt for a little while longer. convulsing against them, forcing them closer, tightening your walls so that you can get out another orgasm for them. to show how grateful you are.

“we’ve been so helpful, haven’t we?” he slaps your clit, ran’s lips latching onto your nipples, sucking them clean. chest pressed on his own, sticky cum joining your bodies.

“yes! want you to cum in me.” you cry out, hips meeting their thrusts, bouncing on both of their cocks, balls slapping your pussy. “want you to stuff me!”

tongue poking out, ran moves up to take it between his lips, playing with it in his mouth. pulling his lips to yours in a messy kiss, so full of exchanged spit and trailing drool to your chins. you love it, you love them, and you show them by squeezing them so tightly they have no choice but to fill you up with their cum.

“well, pretty girl, take it.” izana grunts, and with one big roll of his hips, he empties himself inside of you. ran follows suit, whimpers and moans drowned out by eachother’s mouths.

you join them with your last orgasm of the night, leaving you barely conscious on the bed, drenching their cocks with one last wave of cum. you stay there, sprawled out on the bed for all to see, face full of dried out tears, so many different salivas around your swollen lips and remnants of izana’s cum. your body follows suit, drenched in sweat and thick lines of cum following down to the small little bulge on your stomach.

it’s mucho’s hand that presses that tiny bump, all watching as all the cum you’ve tried so desperately to keep inside oozes out of your beaten cunt, huge loads wetting the bed below you. your ass much of the same. you groan, whimpering at his touch, hips bucking unconsciously.

and with two fingers, mucho again shoves some of their seeds back inside, to leave you full. you close your legs, stretching your sore muscles from all the rough handling tonight. the moon’s still up, and its glow is casted above you, giving your enamored smile and angelic touch.

they all lie around you, circling you. shion and mochi on your thighs, rindou and mucho by your chest, and ran and izana near your head. soothing your muscles, kissing every spot they can.

“thank you.” it’s honest, despite the pain it brought, you enjoyed it more than anyone you are sure. in the darkest corner of your heart, it’s what you’ve always wanted, and you got it.

izana doesn’t want to ask if there’s any other thought inside your head that isn’t what just happened. after all, they’ve fucked you dumb. you have a hard time opening your eyes, breaths still long and shallow with huffing here and there.

he’s relieved, your suffering fully gone, consumed by their yearning. leaning down, his lips peck yours, back of his fingers brushing the side of your face.

“we’ve loved you like this for such a long time.” ran confesses, so vulnerable post-sex you love it. always having it hard to open his heart to what he’s feeling, trying to shove it in with insecure cockiness. you are glad it’s him who declares it.

your finger boops his nose, the two of you sharing childish laughter.

“me too.” you whisper, wanting to pat the other’s heads. to show them that you consider them, always. “but it’s all good, now i’m yours.”

and it felt so good to hear, meaning twisted to turn more romantic. more heartfelt, something they aren’t used to, but you’ll give it to them every time they need it.

“and all of us belong to you, but that’s nothing new.” you chuckle at shion’s words, legs numb and body resting. the bed becomes more plush to your body, hugging you and lulling for you to sleep. you try so hard to fight it, never wanting the moon to leave. for this to become a memory.

“i wish for this night to never end. to stay like this forever.” you dream, a foolish one. the moon will always leave and the sun will replace it, and this would only have belonged to the night before doomsday comes.

“c’mon, let’s give you a warm bath.” mochi says before you doze off into a deep slumber. missing their soft cleaning and the close attention to your body. praising it, worshipping all it has done for their enjoyment. they thank you in warm kisses and dark hickeys, thinking to themselves that after tonight, the result of tomorrow cannot escape their grasps.

they must win, for the woman so full of love for them. so that they can live their lives as one, together forever. and perhaps, all of you should have dreamed harder, because the memory of tonight would be the last between you all.

izana and mucho taken away by death’s greedy hands. you, having fallen so deep into a sea of darkness, you had to escape before it all consumed you. the only ones to hold this night close to their hearts, having their friends engraved in hanafuda and your love in their chests, where your initials rest.

everyone of you looking up at the moon every night, begging for her to take you back to that night —the night before doomsday comes.

— end —

good or bad i’m throwing it out there that english isn’t my first language. thank you for reading <3 our troops are so brave, getting through this whole thing and ending up with brain trauma (probably) anyway, reblogs are appreciated :) it’s like a pat on my back (yipee)

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Tokyo revengers w/ svtfoe reader

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The day had started off perfectly normal. {Y/N} lounged on a bench near Toman’s usual meeting spot, chatting away with the gang under the sun. Her tail lazily swayed behind her as she listened to the usual back-and-forth banter. Takemichi had dragged along Hinata, who’d been more than eager to tag along, and Emma had come with Mikey, adding a cheerful energy to the group as they joked around.

In the middle of laughing at one of Smiley’s jokes, Takemichi suddenly squinted at her face, a slight look of confusion crossing his features. He tilted his head, looking closer before hesitantly pointing at her forehead.

“Uh... you’ve got... a new star?” he said, almost questioning himself.

{Y/N} frowned, blinking in surprise. “What are you talking about?” She raised her hand, trying to feel for anything on her face, but there was nothing there. She’d always had the two green stars on her cheeks, but a third one?

Takemichi, still looking slightly unsure, gestured for her to lean down a little. “No, really—right there, in the middle of your forehead. I swear it wasn’t there a minute ago!”

Emma leaned in next to Takemichi, squinting as she inspected the reader’s forehead. “He’s right! It’s like a little star... kinda red, too.”

Draken snorted, leaning back with an amused smirk. “What, you getting more face tattoos or something?”

{Y/N}’s eyes widened, and she touched her forehead again, still unable to feel anything. But the worry crept in quickly. A star—appearing out of nowhere. She had a sinking feeling, a familiar dread she hadn’t wanted to experience, at least not *now*. But before she could process it fully, another voice chimed in.

“Maybe it’s like a birthmark?” Hinata offered with a gentle smile, trying to ease the growing tension.

But the reader’s worry was already beginning to show. “No... it’s not a birthmark,” she said quietly. Her fingers brushed over the green stars naturally on her cheeks, the ones she’d always had. But a new star appearing on its own? It couldn’t mean anything good. Her mind raced, and she could feel the anxiety mounting. She wasn’t a stranger to the changes Mewmans went through—but she’d always dreaded it actually happening to her.

Before she could voice any of this, she felt another prickle on her arm. She glanced down to find a tiny red, star-shaped mark, thin and papery, appearing on her wrist. She reached down to peel it off instinctively, but as soon as she did, another mark appeared, just above it.

“Hey, uh, are you... okay?” Mikey asked, noticing her sudden change in expression. He had that half-grin on his face, but it was tinged with genuine curiosity.

{Y/N} quickly glanced away, hoping they wouldn’t notice the way her tail was twitching with nervous energy. “I’m fine. Just... it’s nothing, probably,” she muttered, peeling off another scale and trying to brush it aside as if it wasn’t important.

But it didn’t stop. More star-shaped marks began appearing on her arms, and she found herself frantically peeling them off, trying to keep up as the marks multiplied. Each time one disappeared, another one would pop up somewhere else, leaving her feeling more and more out of control.

{Y/N}’s fingers worked feverishly, peeling off the strange red stars as fast as they appeared, her focus sharp and slightly frantic. She barely noticed the confused glances her friends exchanged around her, each of them watching with a mix of curiosity and concern. The stars kept multiplying with every peel, and a frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she tried to keep up.

Finally, Baji stepped forward, eyebrow raised with that usual mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, alright, hold still for a sec. You’re gonna peel yourself down to the bone at this rate.” He reached out casually, placing a hand on her forearm to try and help her with the peeling.

The moment his hand made contact, though, {Y/N} felt a strange prickle of heat race up her arm—and, before she could even think, three more star-shaped marks suddenly bloomed across her skin. They spread like paper stickers on her upper arm, a whole cluster of stars dotting her skin with a soft rustling sound.

Her eyes went wide, panic dawning as she stared at the new cluster, while Baji’s smirk turned to surprise. He pulled his hand back in shock, brows furrowed. “Whoa... okay, that’s new.”

Her stomach twisted as more stars crept up along her arms. They seemed to respond almost directly to touch. And as the rest of the group watched with expressions ranging from awe to mild amusement, she felt the weight of realization settle in.

Mewberty. She was going through Mewberty.

“Oh, no, no, no...” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. She tried to pull herself away, but Takemichi, noticing her unease, stepped closer, reaching out to steady her shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright, just relax. They’re just marks, right?”

But the moment Takemichi’s hand rested on her shoulder, several more stars burst across her skin, speckling up her neck and across her collarbone. It was like a chain reaction, each touch amplifying the spread. The reader felt her pulse quicken, the stars multiplying in rhythm with her rising anxiety.

Without thinking, she whipped around, swatting Takemichi’s hand off and glaring at the group. “No! Don’t touch me! Your little boy hands are part of the problem!” Her voice was louder, more urgent, as she frantically peeled at the scales on her neck and shoulders.

Takemichi’s eyes went wide, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “O-Oh! Sorry! I thought... uh, I thought you were just, y’know, stressed...”

She shot him a panicked look, biting her lip as the reality of her situation sank in. “No... it’s not stress,” she muttered, her voice wavering. She cast a worried glance at the star clusters popping up faster and faster, now blooming on her wrists, creeping up her legs, and trailing along her tail.

Trying to suppress her mounting anxiety, she glanced at the group, who were now watching her with wide-eyed fascination. No! They'll think this is like Earth puberty! she realized with horror, as if she were merely getting her first crush or going through an awkward phase.

With the stars spreading faster and faster across her skin, the reader frantically fumbled with her pocket mirror, flipping it open with shaky hands. Her heart raced as she tapped on the screen, desperately hoping her parents would pick up. After a few tense seconds, the reflective surface flickered, and the familiar faces of her parents—Eclipsa and Globgor Butterfly—appeared in the glass.

“Sweetheart!” Eclipsa’s face lit up with a warm smile, though her expression quickly shifted to concern when she saw the panic in her daughter’s eyes. “What’s wrong, love? You look positively frazzled!”

“Mom, Dad... it’s happening. I’m... I’m going through Mewberty!” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and she felt a cold dread settling over her as she watched her parents’ faces change from concern to mild horror.

Globgor’s brows shot up. “Now?” he boomed, his voice filling the tiny mirror. “Oh, my precious girl, that’s... well, that’s, uh—”

“Unexpected?” Eclipsa offered, her tone wavering as she shot her husband a helpless glance. “Dear, don’t worry. Mewberty is... it’s perfectly natural!” She attempted a comforting smile, but it came off a bit strained. “You’re simply... evolving! And it might feel, uh, intense, but—”

“But I feel like I’m going crazy!” she interrupted, her tail thrashing nervously behind her as she pressed herself back against the wall. “These marks keep popping up every time someone touches me, and... and everyone’s touching me!” She clutched her hair, pulling it down to partially hide her face from the stunned gang, who were listening with growing confusion.

Globgor sighed sympathetically. “Listen, sweetheart, just... breathe. Deep breaths, okay? Mewberty might make you feel like you’re, well, a bit out of control, but your instincts will guide you through it. Just stay calm, and don’t let anyone—”

But she’d already started rocking back and forth, her eyes flicking between the red stars blooming all over her arms. The gang watched, bemused, as her distress escalated, and she could feel her cheeks flush as her worry grew.

Eclipsa caught the frantic look on her daughter’s face and quickly added, “Honey, why don’t you pass the mirror to one of your friends? We’ll explain things to them, so they know how to help you. Alright?”

Without a word, she shoved the mirror toward Takemichi, who awkwardly took it, holding it up at arm’s length as if he weren’t sure whether to be amazed or terrified by the magical device.

Eclipsa waved politely through the mirror, smiling in that slightly-too-cheery way adults sometimes did when talking to nervous kids. “Hello, there! I take it you’re all... friends of my daughter?”

Takemichi nodded, a little overwhelmed. “Uh... yeah. We’re her friends, alright.” He laughed nervously as the rest of the gang leaned in, crowding around the mirror with curious expressions.

Globgor’s face appeared next to Eclipsa’s, looking slightly sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I’ll get to the point. Our daughter’s going through something called Mewberty—it’s like, uh... puberty on Mewni, but a bit more, uh... intense.”

Mikey’s eyes widened as he squinted at the screen, intrigued. “Like, how intense are we talking here?”

Eclipsa gave a delicate cough. “Well, to put it lightly, Mewberty has a way of... overriding certain thought processes, making her act more on instinct and... well, attraction.”

That last word had the group glancing at each other, a mix of curiosity and dawning realization spreading through the crowd.

Pah-chin leaned over, grinning. “So, what? She’s, like, gonna chase after us or something?”

Eclipsa winced, looking back at her husband with a helpless expression before nodding hesitantly. “Essentially, yes... she’ll be instinctively drawn to anyone she finds appealing. But please, don’t be alarmed! Mewberty is... very temporary. It’ll all settle down soon, and she won’t remember much of it.”

{Y/N} pressed her back harder against the wall, clutching her head as she tried to calm her racing heart. Great, she thought, her cheeks flaming as she realized her friends were all listening to her parents explain her most embarrassing transformation in excruciating detail.

The mirror flickered slightly as Eclipsa and Globgor shared an awkward glance, both clearly trying their best to offer comfort, but still struggling to find the right words for a situation they never truly anticipated. Globgor scratched his head, looking at his daughter’s panicked expression through the mirror.

“You know, sweetheart,” he started offhandedly, as if it was an afterthought, “this could be a sign that you’re... growing into yourself. You’re a size-shifter, after all. Puberty’s probably working differently for you, right? Maybe you’re getting better at shifting your size more... efficiently.”

The mention of shifting sizes caused {Y/N} to pause for a moment, her mind trying to wrap itself around what her father just implied. Her stomach twisted with a mix of dread and curiosity—if this was growing into herself, what else was going to change? She had barely begun to process that when Eclipsa’s voice chimed in.

“Exactly,” Eclipsa added with a little too much enthusiasm. “You’re just growing stronger. More... mature!” She gave a light laugh, but it wasn’t entirely reassuring. “You’ve got this, honey. And hey, you're our darling little girl—surely you can handle anything. Now, we’ll leave you to it!”

Globgor waved as he leaned in closer. “You’ve got yourself something to chase, I see. Keep your head on straight, kiddo. You know what to do!”

With that, both of the parents winked at the mirror simultaneously, flashing overly cheery smiles at the Toman gang that now crowded around. Takemichi awkwardly waved back, unsure if the gesture was for him or for the reader. The mirror blinked once before the connection ended, leaving the gang with only the echo of their last words hanging in the air.

{Y/N} sighed in frustration, her tail flicking behind her, swishing back and forth as she gripped the wall for support. She could feel the anxiety tightening her chest, but she quickly exhaled, trying to regain control. “Well, I guess... that was helpful,” she muttered to herself, her voice still quivering with nerves.

Takemichi, ever the optimist, offered a nervous smile, his eyes wide with curiosity and concern. “Don’t worry, we’ll handle this! We’ll stick with you through this whole thing, okay?”

The rest of the gang nodded in agreement, each offering their own version of support, though their expressions were far more amused than serious. Even Emma, who stood beside Mikey, gave {Y/N} a warm, reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension.

Mikey placed a hand on {Y/N}’s shoulder with a playful grin. “Yeah, we’ve got you covered, huh? I’m sure we can all survive a little bit of... mewberty,” he teased, his voice light but with a hint of mischievousness.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Draken added with a chuckle. “We can handle whatever this is. It’s just a phase, right?”

Pah-chin and Peh-yan exchanged a glance, both of them visibly trying to hide their smirks. “We got you, babe,” Peh-yan said in his usual laid-back tone. “I’m sure you’ll be alright. It’s just like puberty, huh?”

The group chuckled, their teasing tone making {Y/N} flush even harder. Takemichi shot them an awkward look but offered a thumbs-up. “Yep! We’ll stick by you no matter what. Don’t worry, you’re not alone.”

Eclipsa and Globgor’s voices echoed in {Y/N}’s mind, but she had barely heard the last part of their conversation. The reference to having “something to chase” had set off a swirl of discomfort in her stomach, and the more the others teased her, the more her nerves began to fray. Her heart pounded, and the marks on her skin kept popping up like little paper scales—each one creeping slowly, then multiplying the moment she found herself surrounded by everyone.

She couldn’t even look at them without feeling an undeniable tug in her chest. She was drawn to them now, far more than ever before.

Trying to snap herself out of it, she breathed in and out rapidly, trying to control herself. Her mind screamed at her to focus, but the warmth of their presence was suffocating. The more she fought it, the worse it got.

Suddenly, {Y/N}’s eyes darted around, and before she knew it, the royal magic wand in her hand flicked to life. “Labyrinthius,” she whispered in a strained voice, casting the spell she knew could trap herself—and the gang—before things went any further.

A massive crack of energy rang through the air as a maze began to form around them, walls sprouting from the ground as the labyrinth expanded at a rapid pace. The structure had no end, an endless spiral of paths and corridors designed to disorient anyone who wasn’t familiar with its structure. The walls were dense, almost alive, shifting around as if they had their own will. It was an old spell from Queen Crescenta, meant for enemies, but {Y/N} had repurposed it to help contain her own out-of-control emotions.

But as the maze sealed in around them, the boys started teasing her more, the physical proximity making her reaction worse. Each time one of them brushed past her, the stars on her skin seemed to multiply with alarming speed. She was furiously peeling off the scales now, but the more she did it, the more they seemed to appear—each touch setting them off.

"You're all way too close," she said through clenched teeth, her tail lashing in frustration as her eyes darted between the boys and girls. She had to focus, but the intensity of the situation was making it harder and harder to stay grounded.

As Takemichi stepped just a little too close, the reaction was instantaneous. The stars exploded across her arms, over her shoulders, and down her chest, until they completely engulfed her in glowing red shapes. Her body tensed, her breathing shallow as the cocoon started to form around her—just like she’d heard would happen during Mewberty.

In seconds, the stars overlapped in chaotic layers, encasing her in a star-shaped cocoon. She felt her body being pulled into the center of it as her skin tightened. And then, as the last bit of her transformation began to settle, she could feel the power rising in her—ready to unleash. The cocoon was almost complete, the vines sprouting from the edges and wrapping around her as they formed a web, ready to capture anyone who got too close.

It was only a matter of time now...

The cocoon around {Y/N} continued to pulse gently, the energy within it growing stronger by the second. The labyrinth that surrounded the gang hummed with magic, the walls shifting in an eerie dance as the maze twisted. They stood in silence, watching the cocoon as it expanded and began to glow with a faint red light. The stars on the cocoon's surface flickered sporadically, their paper-like texture becoming taut as it stretched and hardened, like a delicate parchment being drawn tighter.

The gang, along with Takemichi, Hinata, and Emma, stood nervously on edge, watching the cocoon grow larger by the second. The air was thick with tension. Mikey’s usual playful attitude was gone, replaced with a concerned frown as he took a step forward. "Is it... supposed to do that?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes locked onto the glowing cocoon that seemed to throb with each passing moment.

Draken, standing close beside him, narrowed his eyes. "I don’t know, but it’s not looking good. Do you think we should do something?"

The other members were equally uneasy, and even Pah-chin and Peh-yan, who were usually unfazed by just about anything, seemed taken aback by the sheer unnaturalness of the situation.

Peh-yan, eyeing the glowing cocoon, let out a low whistle. "Man... this is some next-level creepy stuff."

"You’re not wrong," Pah-chin muttered, crossing his arms, clearly more anxious than he let on.

Amidst their quiet murmurs, someone—Takemichi, having been observing more than anyone else—stepped forward with trepidation. His hand extended slowly, almost instinctively, as if drawn by some invisible force. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the urge to help was overwhelming. His fingers brushed against the outer shell of the cocoon, just at the edge where the stars glimmered faintly.

The moment his hand made contact, the stars on the cocoon shifted and pulsed in a vibrant flash. Four bright red stars appeared directly where Takemichi’s fingers met the surface. They flared to life with an intensity that took everyone by surprise. {Y/N}’s eyes, glowing with the same red hue, flared from inside the cocoon. It was as if they could feel her presence, even through the thick walls of magic and light.

Everyone took a collective breath, stunned by the sight of the eyes—her eyes—glowing from deep within the cocoon. The red light reflected off their faces, and even Emma gasped softly. "Is she—?"

"Yeah," Mikey whispered, stepping back a little as the intensity of the glow increased. "She’s in there. But it’s like... she’s aware of us."

Suddenly, the cocoon began to tremble. A series of faint, sharp cracks ran along its surface, and with a low, strained groan, six hands—long, slender, and glowing red—pressed firmly against the inside. They were still her hands, but they had transformed, each one now longer and more delicate, with fingers that looked almost ethereal in the glow. Her silhouette inside the cocoon became clearer with each passing second, the shape of her shifting form becoming undeniable.

Her body shifted, expanding, like she was being pushed into a new form entirely. Every second that passed made it clearer: she was changing. The walls of the cocoon groaned as the shape of the reader became more defined. Her body was writhing inside, instinctively pushing against the confines of the shell.

Draken cursed softly, his eyes tracking the six hands as they moved with a strange fluidity, pushing against the walls of the cocoon as if trying to break free.

"Shit, it’s happening," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice tight with tension.

"She’s..." Takemichi started to speak, but the words caught in his throat as he saw the dark shape of {Y/N}’s form growing clearer, more solid with each passing moment.

Then, as if responding to the pressure, the cocoon let out a sharp *crack* that echoed through the air.

The gang instinctively stepped back, their eyes wide in anticipation, as the crack split right down the middle of the cocoon, the sound ringing through the air like the splitting of a glass pane.

Inside, the glow intensified.

The cocoon was no longer solid—what remained of it seemed to be crumbling away, breaking apart to reveal the silhouette of the reader in her new, transformed state.

A soft hum of power filled the air, the tension building as the last of the cocoon shattered, its pieces falling away like dust. What emerged from the cocoon was no longer the girl they knew. It was someone else. Someone primal. Someone... powerful.

But as the cocoon cracked open, there was a brief moment of silence as everyone took in the transformation that had just occurred. All eyes were locked onto the glowing, starry silhouette inside the now-vanishing cocoon, waiting for {Y/N} to emerge fully from the chaos that was about to unfold.

With an almost otherworldly screech, the final remnants of the cocoon fell away, collapsing into a heap of glowing, fragmented dust. The air, thick with tension, pulsed with energy as a shimmering silhouette stood within the center of the destroyed shell. As the light dimmed, the form of {Y/N}—no longer recognizable—emerged.

Her once delicate, lavender skin had transformed into a brilliant, fiery red, the color bright as though every inch of her body was now infused with a new, ferocious life. The familiar star-shaped marks on her cheeks had deepened in color, now a dark crimson that stood out against the red of her skin. They were still there—her two green stars had been replaced—but now they glowed with an unsettling intensity, as if they were part of her very being.

The moment she emerged, the gang stood frozen in place, eyes wide, their mouths dry. Her posture was hunched as if her body had grown heavier, more substantial. Her horns had transformed too—now shorter, smoother, bone-like in their solid appearance, curving backwards along her head. Two star-covered antennae sprouted from her forehead, their tips glowing faintly, tracking the movements around her with an eerie precision.

Her hair, once wild and free-flowing, suddenly twisted and braided itself into a high ponytail, no visible hand pulling it together, as if guided by an invisible force. The strands shimmered, falling into place as if they were as much a part of her new form as her horns, now gleaming in the shifting light.

And then, with a beat of her wings—her butterfly wings, delicate and red, their edges speckled with stars—she was airborne, lifting off the ground a few feet, her wings folding and fluttering erratically as she hovered.

The gang watched in stunned silence as {Y/N}’s form—her new body—shifted and twitched with untamed energy. Her once calm demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an animalistic ferocity. She was no longer the girl they had known; now, she was something else entirely—wild, instinct-driven, and completely feral.

"She... she looks..." Takemichi started to speak, but he couldn’t find the words.

"Unbelievable," Emma murmured, her hand instinctively reaching for Mikey, who was equally taken aback, eyes wide as he stared at {Y/N}'s newly transformed body. His hand hovered near his mouth in disbelief. "This is insane."

But before they could react further, {Y/N}’s head tilted sharply, and her glowing eyes—now a bright, predatory red—focused in on them. Her body jerked, her wings beating again as she suddenly dropped to her knees. Her hands pressed against the ground, fingers curling into the dirt as her form trembled with wild energy. She was no longer in control of herself—her body moving of its own accord, guided only by raw, primal instinct.

She shifted again, this time much faster. A low, guttural sound escaped her lips, her tongue flicking out as if tasting the air. Her gaze—wild and unfocused—flicked between the boys and girls standing before her.

Her first words—if they could even be considered words—were a guttural growl. "Girls... boys..." She cooed, her tone heavy with an unsettling, predatory edge, her voice raspy as though it hadn’t spoken in ages. Her attention shifted suddenly, and her eyes narrowed onto a target—Mikey.

"Mikey," she breathed, and her hand reached out, her fingers twitching toward him. The stars on her body pulsed and shimmered in response to her attraction. She was hunting.

Without warning, her wings beat hard, sending her into the air again. Her movements were quick, erratic. She was closing in on Mikey, her body shifting with terrifying speed.

Baji’s eyes widened. “What the hell?” He stepped back instinctively, trying to dodge as her wings brushed past him. “She’s—she’s like a damn monster!”

“She’s not herself right now,” Draken barked, taking a step forward, but even he wasn’t sure how to act. {Y/N} was nothing like the calm, collected person they had known moments ago. She was feral, and they saw her for what she truly was: alien.

In her new form, she moved with precision and power, her focus solely on her prey. Her body darted, and then—before anyone could react—she lunged toward Takemichi. Her wings flared as she flew in his direction, but before she could reach him, her legs kicked out and her body twisted unnaturally to land beside him, her sharp claws outstretched.

Takemichi instinctively stumbled backward, raising his arms in defense, but it was too late.

Her hand caught his wrist in a vice-like grip, her fingers curling into his skin. Without a sound, her other hand lashed out to hold him in place. Her gaze, filled with a wild, intoxicating energy, locked onto his face.

"Boys," she muttered again, her voice thick with hunger as she nuzzled him gently, nipping at his ear with a teasing smile. "Takemichi."

With a snarl, she extended her hand and a line of sticky, glowing webbing shot out, wrapping around him and pulling him in tightly against her. Her star-covered antennae twitched, and her wings beat once more, sending a shockwave of energy through the air as she finally stepped back, securing him within her trap. He was wrapped up like prey, the red strands tying his arms to his chest.

The others watched in shock as she moved to the next target—this time, it was Hinata, her expression still feral, her eyes glittering with the same intensity as before. She pounced on Hinata, her movements animalistic as she trapped her next victim, securing her arms to her torso in the same fashion as Takemichi.

Her entire focus was on capturing, on weaving her webs to snare those she was attracted to. The group barely had time to adjust before she darted between them, webbing each person she came across. Her hands moved with unnatural speed, creating sticky, glittering webs that wrapped around arms, waists, and legs- pulling them in.

But before the trap could close fully, her wings flapped violently again, and she shot toward the next nearest person—Mikey. His eyes went wide as the feral creature that was once his friend sped toward him. There was almost no avoiding it. She was too fast. He just barely managed to side step her and begin running down the uneven path of the maze.

And before the group knew it, the chase was on.

{Y/N}, in her mewberty form, had begun her hunt, and no one—no one—was safe.

The air was thick with tension, the forest around them now a labyrinth of twisting paths and webs. The moment {Y/N} set her sights back on Takemichi, her expression morphed into something almost predatory. The gentle, hesitant boy had become the perfect target, his every awkward movement drawing her attention like a magnet.

She moved quickly, wings beating with a sharp gust of wind, as she landed with an almost graceful thud right in front of him. Her antennae flicked, focusing on him as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Michi-Michi," she cooed, a slow, feral smile spreading across her face, her eyes glowing with a sharp, hungry light.

Takemichi tried to back away, but his feet were tangled in the webs that had begun to creep across the floor. "W-wait, what are you—" He barely had time to finish his sentence before the reader lunged, her sharp claws catching hold of his elbows. Her hands moved with precision, webbing him up in an instant. Her wings fluttered behind her, sending her floating into the air as she tightened the webbing around him, drawing him closer.

"No! Let go!" Takemichi grunted, struggling against the webbing. He was wrapped tightly against one of the trees growing through the wall, unable to break free.

{Y/N}’s face remained calm, her lips curling into a teasing grin. "Michi-Michi..." she whispered, nuzzling him lightly, her breath hot against his cheek as she kissed him briefly. The action was both affectionate and possessive, an instinctive reaction to her overwhelming attraction to him. Takemichi shivered but couldn’t do anything but watch, helpless as he blushed brightly.

Hinata, standing nearby and watching the entire scene unfold, was next in {Y/N}'s line of sight. Her expression softened with worry for Takemichi, but before she could make a move to help, the reader was already on her. "Hina~," she purred, her voice low and throaty as she shifted toward the girl. Her antennae twitched, sensing the same attraction she felt for Takemichi in Hinata's aura.

Without hesitation, {Y/N} reached out, her claws grazing against Hinata's arm, causing her to flinch. Hinata tried to back away, but her feet got tangled in more of the webs that had now enveloped the surroundings. "No, no, please, don’t—"

But it was too late. {Y/N} was already on her, hands gently but firmly grabbing onto her, webbing her up with expert precision. The warmth in her gaze as she trapped Hinata was something softer, almost caring, but the predatory nature of her instincts still shone through.

"Hina..." she murmured again, her lips brushing against Hinata's cheek in a quick, teasing kiss before she stepped back, wrapping the girl up tight. The webs, sticky and glittering with starlight, adhered to the trees and walls around them, securing them both. Takemichi, still stuck to the tree, struggled to speak, but only the faintest sound left his throat as the reader moved toward them both.

Hinata, now trapped next to Takemichi, glanced over at him, her voice barely a whisper. "Takemichi, we need to get out of here!"

Takemichi could only nod, helpless, his heart racing as he tried to wriggle free from the webbing. But the more he struggled, the tighter the strands pulled around him. {Y/N}’s attention was solely focused on her new captive duo. She leaned closer to them, her antennae flicking as her lips curled in amusement.

"Michi-Michi... Hina..." she cooed, her voice almost musical, the words dripping with affection, possessiveness, and the wild hunger of someone who had no control over her instincts. The two were helpless, trapped, as she nuzzled them both in an almost playful manner.

Her wings fluttered again, the soft flutter of her new form sending a breeze through the space. The maze she had created—a confusing and twisted web of trees, walls, and paths—had become her playground, and everyone within it was her prey.

Her attention flicked between the two as she let out a soft, delighted giggle before drawing closer. "Michi-Michi... Hina... trap... you..." she whispered, as though it were an entirely normal thing for her to say, her vocabulary limited to only a few words.

Takemichi’s face turned bright red. "You—"

"Boys... girls..."

Hinata tried to squirm, but it was no use. The webs had her completely wrapped, and now, she could only watch helplessly as {Y/N}’s attention shifted once again to the next potential target.

The space within the labyrinth had grown eerily quiet for a moment as {Y/N}’s attention shifted. Her antennae twitched, and the faintest movement caught her eye. Mikey, the notorious leader of Toman, was walking into the clearing, a mix of confidence and concern written on his face. His eyes darted around, still looking for a way to help, but he wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen.

“Micky-Micky,” {Y/N} purred, her voice thick with a predatory tone. She tilted her head slightly, her star-covered antennae twitching and following his every movement. Mikey was strong, quick, and could usually get out of any situation, but she was no longer the girl he once knew. She was something else entirely.

Before Mikey could even register what was happening, {Y/N} had already taken flight. Her wings fluttered softly as she soared up into the air, her movements fluid and effortless. The glowing red stars on her body twinkled ominously as she closed the distance between them. She landed directly in front of him with the grace of a predatory bird of prey, and Mikey froze for a moment, the instinctual pull drawing him in. There was something about her—something irresistible.

{Y/N} smiled at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Micky-Micky," she whispered, cooing his name as if she was calling out to her favorite toy. There was no hesitation, no fear—just a quiet, overwhelming desire that took over her completely.

Mikey took a cautious step back, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “What the hell’s going on with you?” he muttered, but his voice faltered under the intensity of her gaze. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and his instincts were warning him that he needed to get out of there, fast.

But {Y/N} was too quick. Her antennae twitched again, sensing his strength and knowing that he would be the most difficult to capture. Her wings flared behind her as she charged forward, and with a quick motion, her six arms grabbed hold of Mikey's arms and torso, pulling him into her grasp. His muscles tensed as he tried to break free, but the reader’s hold was unyielding, and he was stunned by how quickly he was restrained.

“Micky-Micky, no run,” she whispered in his ear, her lips brushing against his cheek. She giggled softly, her voice sending shivers down his spine. Mikey’s body locked up, and for a moment, he lost himself in her eyes—her glowing, starry gaze that held him captive.

With expert precision, {Y/N} started weaving the webs around him, securing him to one of the trees. Mikey struggled against the bindings, but the more he fought, the tighter they became. His strength wasn’t enough to overpower her now; the extra hands she possessed were just too much. The webs were sticky and unyielding, designed to hold even the strongest of men. Slowly, Mikey’s arms were bound to the tree, his legs secured, and his body suspended in mid-air.

She tilted her head, admiring her handiwork with a pleased look on her face. Her lips quirked into a smile as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear again. "Micky-Micky," she cooed, before teasingly licking the side of his face.

Mikey blinked, his heart racing and his face flushing. “What... the hell is this?” He grunted in frustration, trying once again to break free. But the more he struggled, the more her webbing clung to him, making it impossible to move.

{Y/N} hummed to herself in delight, her hands pressing against his chest, her antennae brushing against his face as she admired his trapped form. "Boy," she muttered in a soft, almost affectionate tone. Mikey's body burned with frustration, but his mind was spinning, confused by how he couldn’t escape.

His eyes shifted between {Y/N}’s form and the rest of the group, each of them fighting their own battles against the webbing. He could feel the heat from her touch lingering on his skin, and a part of him was uncertain whether he wanted to escape or stay.

As {Y/N} stepped back to admire her work, her wings fluttered, sending a gust of air through the clearing. Mikey's breath caught in his throat as she surveyed him with a slow, teasing grin. "Micky-Micky..." she whispered again, her voice almost playful now, as if he were nothing more than a piece in her game.

Despite the surreal situation, Mikey’s lips quirked into a small, helpless smile. “You’re really something else, huh?” he muttered.

But there was no time to focus on their conversation, because the chase wasn’t over, and {Y/N} was already turning toward her next target.

The air was heavy with the hum of the labyrinth. The webs stretched endlessly, and every corner seemed to hold a new surprise. It was an eerie stillness, a moment of tension, before the next targets of {Y/N}’s intense desire approached. Draken and Emma walked together through the maze, looking for a way out, but the further they ventured, the more they realized they were deeper inside the trap.

“Where the hell are we?” Draken muttered under his breath, glancing around with furrowed brows. His eyes darted from side to side, knowing something wasn’t right. He was no stranger to dangerous situations, but this one was unsettling—there was something off about the air, something... strange about the atmosphere.

Emma, walking beside him, felt a chill down her spine. “I don’t know, but I don’t like this one bit,” she said, pulling her jacket a little tighter around her. Her eyes flickered nervously to Draken, seeking reassurance, but there was none to be had. The labyrinth felt endless, and she could feel the pull of something dangerous drawing closer.

“Draken... Emma...” The voice cut through the air, and both of them froze in place. The sweet, teasing voice was unmistakable. {Y/N}’s form appeared in the distance, her silhouette glowing with the faint outline of her red skin. Her wings were extended behind her, fluttering gently. Her antennae swayed in the air, a clear sign that she had already noticed them.

“Draken and... Emmy...” {Y/N} cooed, her voice filled with a predatory tone. She stepped forward, the faintest trace of a smile on her lips as her eyes, now glowing red, locked onto them.

Draken, ever the protector, stepped in front of Emma instinctively. “Stay back, Emma,” he warned her quietly, trying to remain calm despite the rising tension in the air. But it was too late. {Y/N} was already closing the distance between them, her wings beating faster now, her movements swift and calculated.

Before they knew it, {Y/N} was in front of them. She leaned forward, her body moving with a fluid grace that was almost unsettling. "Draken... Emmy...,” she whispered again, her voice lilting as she slowly circled them. Emma’s breath hitched as {Y/N}’s eyes locked onto hers, an overwhelming sense of affection and desire emanating from her every movement.

Draken stepped forward, trying to protect Emma from whatever was about to happen, but {Y/N} was too fast. In an instant, her six arms shot out, grabbing hold of Draken with a force he hadn’t expected. His eyes widened as her hands bound his arms and legs, his own strength no match for the overwhelming power of her magic. He tried to fight against it, but the reader’s grip tightened, her strength surprising him.

"Emmy..." {Y/N} whispered, her voice hushed, but filled with an odd affection as she turned her attention to Emma. Emma’s heart raced, but before she could react, {Y/N}’s long, graceful hands reached for her, gently taking hold of her shoulders. Emma tried to push her away, but {Y/N}’s eyes held her captive, drawing her closer in the same magnetic pull that had entranced the others.

{Y/N} leaned in, lips grazing against Emma’s cheek as she whispered, “Emmy... my girl...” The warmth of her breath sent a shiver down Emma’s spine, and before she knew it, {Y/N}’s webbing began to envelop her. Her arms were bound to the sides of the wall, her legs secured, and she was suspended in place, completely immobilized.

Draken, still struggling against the webs that had him ensnared, watched helplessly as the reader stepped back to admire her work. He grunted in frustration, his powerful muscles straining against the sticky restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. He could see Emma’s wide eyes filled with confusion and fear, but there was something else there too—an undeniable attraction, an odd sense of calm mixed in with the panic.

{Y/N}, noticing Draken’s continued resistance, leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "Draken... my boy..." she murmured softly, the affectionate tone in her voice sending a strange warmth through him. His thoughts became a haze for a brief second before he snapped himself out of it.

But {Y/N} was quick to use her extra hands, and before Draken could get another word in, she secured him further to the webbed tree that stood behind him, his body suspended, arms and legs bound tightly against the branches. He couldn’t break free now. {Y/N}, her breathing steady and controlled, backed away with satisfaction, admiring the two of them wrapped tightly in her webs.

{Y/N}’s antennae twitched, her wings fluttered, and her glowing red eyes scanned over them, savoring the moment. Draken’s face was flushed from frustration, and Emma’s cheeks were burning. There was no escape, no hope, and the labyrinth was only growing tighter with every passing minute.

{Y/N} stepped back, tilting her head as she watched them both struggle in her webs, her predatory instincts satisfied for the moment. "Boys... girls...” she hummed quietly to herself, her voice drifting into the labyrinth, almost like a lullaby. She was both a part of them and completely apart, her gaze filled with a strange mix of affection and dominance.

With another flutter of her wings, she turned away, her body moving with a sense of urgency. She would return soon, and when she did, the chase would begin again.

The maze twisted and turned, an endless expanse of branching walls, webbing, and trees that seemed to grow out of nowhere. The air felt charged with a strange energy, heavy and oppressive, like a storm was brewing. Pah-chin and Peh-yan were close behind, having followed the others into the labyrinth, their expressions serious but unsure.

“Hey, Peh-yan, you sure we’re going the right way?” Pah-chin asked, looking over his shoulder as he turned another corner. His voice echoed in the narrow passage, but there was no answer, just the silence of the maze.

Peh-yan walked a few paces behind, glancing around warily. “This place is messed up, man. It feels like we’re going in circles,” he muttered, pushing some of the webs out of his way as he continued forward. But the more they walked, the more the walls seemed to close in, and the silence only grew heavier.

“Maybe we should go back...” Pah-chin started to say, but before he could finish, a figure appeared from the shadows. {Y/N} stood in front of them, her glowing red eyes bright in the dark. She was more than just a silhouette now—her features were clearer, more defined, her body standing tall, wings outstretched, antennae swaying slightly in the air.

Pah-chin froze. “What the—?”

Before he could react, {Y/N} stepped forward, her movements graceful and fluid, her wings beating lightly as she advanced. Her six arms stretched out, and without hesitation, she grabbed both of them with surprising strength.

“Pah... Peh...” {Y/N} cooed, her voice dripping with affection. Her words were slow and deliberate, as if she were savoring every syllable. “Boys... ”

Peh-yan blinked in confusion, his heart racing. “Wait... what’s going on?” he started, but before he could finish, {Y/N} tightened her grip, her hands pulling him closer. He tried to squirm, but his body felt like it was being controlled, her touch almost magnetic. His thoughts were foggy, his desire to escape slowly fading as {Y/N}’s eyes locked onto his, drawing him into a haze of attraction.

“Peh...” {Y/N} whispered again, leaning in close to Peh-yan’s face, her lips brushing against his cheek before she nuzzled him affectionately. She smiled mischievously before her arms wrapped around him, pulling him in tighter. He was immobilized, unable to fight back as her webbing began to materialize around him, binding him against the tree that had grown in the maze.

Pah-chin, still stunned by the suddenness of the situation, watched helplessly as {Y/N} turned her attention to him. He tried to back away, but {Y/N}’s movements were far too quick, and in a moment, she had him trapped too, her extra arms ensnaring him with ease.

“Pah...” she whispered, the tone of her voice carrying a strange mix of affection and possessiveness. Pah-chin struggled as the webs spread over him, immobilizing him completely. He could feel his own desire rising, a strange warmth spreading through his chest as {Y/N}’s hands moved over him, securing him to the web-covered tree.

{Y/N} took a step back, admiring her handiwork. Pah-chin and Peh-yan were both suspended, their bodies wrapped tightly in her sticky webs, unable to move. {Y/N}’s wings fluttered again, her antennae twitching with excitement as she looked them over. She was calm now, her hunger sated for the moment, but there was still something in her gaze—a burning desire, a need to collect and trap more.

She leaned forward, her six arms poised and ready for the next phase of the hunt. "Boys..." she hummed again, stepping back into the shadows of the labyrinth to wait.

The maze was quiet once again, but the tension was palpable. {Y/N} would return soon, and this time, she would have more to collect.

Smiley and Baji had been making their way through the maze, the tension in the air almost palpable as they navigated the ever-shifting paths. The walls felt like they were closing in on them, but the two of them were used to navigating tight situations—just not *this* tight. The labyrinth itself felt wrong, unnatural.

“What the hell is going on here?” Baji muttered, brushing some of the webs out of his way. His sharp eyes scanned the area, and the unsettling silence made him uneasy. “This isn’t normal.”

Smiley, as always, was grinning, his carefree attitude unwavering despite the strange atmosphere. “Yeah, this place is real weird, huh? I bet she's just messing with us.”

Before Baji could reply, the temperature seemed to shift. There was a rustling sound, then a low hum, and just as they both turned to look, they saw her. {Y/N} stood before them in her transformed state, the red of her skin glowing in the dim light. Her wings were unfurled behind her, the red and black pattern on them almost hypnotic. The star-covered antennae on her head swayed lightly, as if reacting to their presence. Her six arms were poised, ready to capture.

“Smiley… Baji…” {Y/N} purred, her voice low and teasing. Her eyes glowed, and her gaze shifted between the two of them like a predator sizing up her prey. “Boys…”

Smiley grinned wider, unaffected by the situation. “Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite little Mewman princess. What’s the deal, huh? You think you can just take us down like this?”

{Y/N}’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t respond to Smiley’s question. Instead, she moved closer to them, her extra arms snaking out, one reaching for Baji, another toward Smiley. They were both too stunned by the suddenness of her transformation to react in time.

“Smiley... Baji...” she whispered again, more breathlessly this time, as her hands slid over Baji’s chest, gently pulling him toward her. He instinctively tried to push her away, but her strength was too much for him to overcome. Her hands moved with a precision that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Oh, you’re not gonna let go, huh?” Baji grinned, his voice slightly strained as he tried to wriggle free. But {Y/N} wasn’t interested in listening to him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, then nuzzling his cheek in a slow, affectionate motion. “Baji~...” she cooed, her voice low and teasing, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Smiley chuckled, clearly enjoying the scene. “Looks like someone’s got you wrapped around her finger, Baji. Hah! I knew the princess had it in her.” He stepped forward, his arms raised in mock surrender, grinning widely. “So, you think you’ve got a place for me in your little web, huh?”

{Y/N}’s attention immediately shifted to Smiley. Her eyes gleamed, and with a single, swift motion, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close. She cooed his name softly, almost sweetly, before leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek, then nuzzling him affectionately. Smiley blinked, completely taken aback by the sudden affection.

“Smiley...” she murmured again, her arms pulling him into a tight embrace, almost possessively. Smiley laughed it off at first, but there was a strange look in his eyes as he looked at her.

“You’re not so bad, huh?” he said with a grin, but it was clear that {Y/N}’s hold on him was starting to affect him, too. His pulse quickened, and though his cocky demeanor didn’t show it, a part of him felt a weird sense of attraction toward her. It was like his body was reacting to her presence, almost uncontrollably.

{Y/N} then placed a hand on his shoulder, her six arms easily holding him still as she began to weave him into her web, using the sticky strands to bind him against a nearby tree. Smiley’s struggle became less and less as {Y/N}’s touch seemed to lull him into a state of confused arousal, and the webbing tightened, trapping him in place.

“Smiley...” {Y/N} whispered again, her voice now a soft, satisfied hum as she moved on to Baji, who had finally stopped struggling, his body slack as {Y/N}’s touch took over. She started to web him up as well, her hands working quickly, leaving him trapped against a nearby wall of the maze. Baji’s face flushed, his breath hitching as he tried to regain his composure.

“Goddamn, you really know how to tie a guy down,” Baji muttered, his voice a little breathless as the webs continued to constrict around him. “You better not leave me here for too long, princess.”

{Y/N} paused, looking him up and down, her antennae flicking slightly in amusement as she leaned in close. “Baji...” she whispered, tracing his cheek with her fingertips. “Boy... Pretty boy...”

With one last, affectionate nuzzle, she stepped back, admiring the two of them caught in her web. They were completely at her mercy, trapped and caught, their expressions both caught somewhere between confusion and the strange, inevitable attraction they felt toward her.

{Y/N}’s wings fluttered again as she took in the sight of her handiwork. Her antennae twitched with excitement as she looked toward the rest of the maze. The hunt was still on, but for now, she had two of her favorite boys all wrapped up.

The maze was silent once more. The only sound was the soft rustle of the webs and the occasional beat of {Y/N}’s wings. She was far from finished.

The labyrinth stretched out before her, the tangled paths full of characters caught in her webbing, each struggling or silently suspended in place. {Y/N}’s wings fluttered gently as she hovered above the maze, her red skin glowing softly beneath the dim light of the maze. Her antennae twitched with every movement, her sharp eyes scanning the faces of those already captured. Smiley, Baji, Draken, and Peh-yan were all helpless in their bonds, but the hunt wasn't over yet. There were still two more she wanted to catch.

She caught sight of Hakkai and Angry, standing together not far from where she was. Both were at a crossroads, unsure of where to go, their eyes darting around nervously as if they could sense her presence but couldn't quite make sense of it. Hakkai’s head was down, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he avoided eye contact. Angry, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed in concentration, but his body language was nervous—he could barely look at her, even as she approached.

{Y/N}’s sharp gaze zeroed in on them, her instincts flaring up. Her body moved instinctively, her wings catching the air as she glided down toward the two boys, her six hands moving in a fluid motion, ready to strike. She was drawn to them, just as she had been with the others, her affection for them both growing stronger with each passing moment.

Hakkai’s heart skipped a beat when he felt a sudden weight in the air, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He glanced around, his face a deep shade of red as his nervousness increased. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he was being watched. His gaze flickered upward, only to freeze when he saw her—*the reader*—flying toward him, her body glowing in the eerie light of the labyrinth.

“Hakkai…” she whispered in a low, seductive tone, her voice almost like a soft caress in the air. His heart pounded faster as his gaze locked onto her. She was closer now, and her presence felt overwhelming. Her wings shimmered faintly as they fluttered, her six arms outstretched as if ready to embrace him.

Hakkai instinctively took a step back, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He didn’t know what to do, his shyness completely overtaking him. “N-No, wait—” he stammered, but the reader was already there.

Without a word, she reached out with two of her hands, gently grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. Her touch was soft, but it was enough to send a shock through him. His heart raced in his chest as he tried to pull away, but her strength was undeniable. She pressed her face against his cheek, her antennae brushing against him in a soft, affectionate nuzzle.

“Hakkai…” she purred, her voice like honey, and Hakkai felt himself melting. His breath hitched in his throat as her hands snaked around him, pulling him into her embrace. The her antenna twitched while her wings buzzed in response to his body’s closeness to hers.

She then held him with all six hands, and without missing a beat, began webbing him up. Hakkai could barely respond, his heart racing as his limbs were carefully but firmly bound to a tree. “P-Please…” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks burning as he glanced away, too shy to make eye contact. {Y/N} only smiled, leaning in once more to press another kiss to his cheek.

“Hakkai…” she cooed again, her voice low and comforting as she finished wrapping him up. His hands were suspended in the webs, and his body was helplessly drawn to her presence. His mind was a flurry of thoughts, his body betraying him as he realized how much his body was reacting to her.

She finished binding him completely, his back against the tree, the webbing now tight and unforgiving. Hakkai's face was flushed, his head turned away, too embarrassed to even look at her. But she wasn’t done with him. No, this was only the beginning.

Angry wasn’t much better off. He was pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed as he tried to keep calm. He could feel something in the air, a tension that he couldn’t shake. His usual quiet, stoic nature was beginning to crack as he felt his heart racing in his chest. He had noticed {Y/N}’s presence earlier, but she hadn’t come near him. At least, not until now.

His gaze shot up, only to meet {Y/N}’s glowing eyes as she swooped down toward him. The moment she saw him, her wings fluttered again, her antennae perked up, and she seemed to move even faster, drawn to him like a magnet. Angry’s breath caught in his throat as she closed the distance between them.

“Angry...” she whispered, her voice like a soft melody, pulling him in with a force he couldn’t explain. His stomach flipped in a way he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t just fear—it was something deeper, something far more confusing. She was *so close* now, and her eyes were locked on him with a wild, almost feral intensity.

He took a hesitant step back, his arms instinctively raised in defense, but {Y/N} was faster. Her hands darted out, effortlessly grabbing hold of him and pulling him toward her. His breath hitched as she pressed his chest to hers, her wings brushing against him as her six arms wrapped around him in a tight hold.

“Angry...” she whispered again, nuzzling him affectionately. His heart raced in his chest, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling a strange warmth spread through his body. “Angry…” she repeated, this time with a soft, teasing tone as she pressed another kiss to his forehead. He tried to pull away, but it was no use.

“W-Wait... what are you doing?!” he stammered, but his voice was shaky, and his body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. She was too close, and the strange attraction he felt toward her made his head spin. “Stop… please…”

But {Y/N} wasn’t stopping. She continued to hold him with all six hands, webbing him up quickly, binding his arms to his sides. Angry’s struggles became weaker as the webbing enveloped him, and with one last gentle pull, she secured him to a nearby tree, just like Hakkai.

“Angry…” she murmured again, her voice soft as she pressed her cheek against his, her breath hot against his skin. Angry could only remain still, his body trembling with the sensations she was causing in him. His mind was a mess of confusion, but his body was completely entranced by her.

Once she was finished, {Y/N} stepped back, admiring her work. Angry was wrapped up tightly, his head hanging down in exhaustion. But there was still more to do. There was more of the maze to explore.

The hunt wasn’t over.

The maze was thick with the scent of tangled webs and the distant rustle of leaves as {Y/N}’s wings flitted silently through the labyrinth. Her antennae twitched as she darted over her captured prey, pausing momentarily to admire the works of art she had spun. Each victim was helplessly bound, their expressions varying from confusion to complete submission, but none of that mattered. She wasn’t done yet. There were still a few more she needed to catch.

Her sharp eyes caught sight of Fufu and Mimi—Chifuyu and Mitsuya—standing together in a small clearing, looking around the maze with mild confusion, clearly trying to figure out what was happening.

Chifuyu stood tall and steady, though his eyes flickered with a mix of unease and curiosity. He had seen what happened to the others, but it wasn’t until {Y/N} glided into view, her body bathed in an eerie red glow, that his stomach clenched with a new sense of dread. His eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, he thought about running. But something in the way she hovered there, her wings fluttering delicately, made him hesitate.

“Fufu…” she cooed, her voice ringing out softly as her glowing eyes locked onto him. He felt his chest tighten at the sound of his name, her tone so soft, but with an edge of something he couldn't quite define. Her six arms extended toward him, and his body froze in place.

“W-Wait!” Chifuyu blurted out, his usual stoic demeanor cracking under the pressure of her presence. But it was no use. She was already there, stepping forward with unnerving grace, pulling him toward her with surprising strength.

Before he could even think of pulling away, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, gently but firmly holding him in place. Her antennae brushed his cheek as she leaned in closer, her voice once again calling his name, soft and melodic. “Fufu…” she cooed, the sound sending a strange shiver down his spine.

Chifuyu’s heart hammered in his chest, and his body stiffened as {Y/N}’s presence overwhelmed him. He tried to speak, but his words came out choked. “This… isn’t—what—”

She wasn’t listening to him. Instead, she was nuzzling him affectionately, her lips brushing against his cheek, her wings softly fluttering with each tender movement. The sensation was overwhelming. His cheeks flushed with heat, and his breath came out in shallow gasps as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control.

“Fufu…” she repeated again, and with a final, gentle tug, she began webbing him up. The strands were quick to wrap around his arms, pulling them to his sides and trapping him against a nearby tree. Chifuyu’s struggles became weaker and weaker as the webs tightened around him, and his face burned with a deep flush, too overwhelmed to fight back.

She finished, stepping back to admire her work. Chifuyu was completely suspended, his body bound to the tree, and his face a deep shade of red. His eyes were still wide, but the shyness he tried to hide had completely overtaken him.

“Fufu…” {Y/N} whispered again, and Chifuyu’s heart skipped a beat. He could do nothing but stare at her, helpless in his webbing.

Mitsuya was next, standing just a few feet from Chifuyu, looking a little more composed but still clearly uneasy. He had seen his best friend get caught, and now his eyes were trained on {Y/N}, watching her as she floated toward him. Her expression was feral, her glowing eyes locked onto him, and he could feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on him.

“Mimi…” she whispered, her voice sweet and teasing. It was almost playful, but Mitsuya could feel the tension in the air, and the warmth that spread through his chest at hearing his name from her lips was something he couldn’t ignore.

“W-Wait, this isn’t…” Mitsuya started to speak, but the words died in his throat as {Y/N} was already right in front of him.

Without warning, she reached out, grabbing his arm gently but firmly, her six hands pulling him close. Mitsuya couldn’t help but be drawn to her, his heartbeat speeding up as she leaned in, pressing her cheek against his in a soft, affectionate nuzzle. The warmth of her skin and the gentle flutter of her wings sent a wave of heat through him, and his body froze in place, unsure of what to do.

“Mimi~…” she purred again, her voice almost a hum as she nuzzled him a second time. Mitsuya felt a strange, fluttery sensation in his stomach, and his face turned a bright shade of red. His hands, which had instinctively reached out to steady himself, were now held firmly at his sides by the reader’s webbing.

“Stop… please,” he managed to choke out, though his voice lacked the conviction he usually had. He could barely resist the temptation of her touch. It was as if her presence was overwhelming him, drowning him in an unfamiliar sense of affection.

Before he could process what was happening, {Y/N} finished webbing him up, her hands quick and sure as she secured him to the same tree as Chifuyu. Mitsuya could only hang there, helpless, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his mind tried to catch up with what had just happened.

“Mimi…” she repeated once more, almost as if savoring the way his name felt on her lips. Mitsuya could barely respond, his head swimming with the sensations she had caused in him. He couldn’t help but glance down at her, his face still flushed from the experience.

Once she was done, {Y/N} stepped back, her antennae twitching in satisfaction. Mitsuya, still trapped, could only hang in the webbing, feeling both exhausted and confused by the intensity of the encounter.

As {Y/N} flitted through the maze, her eyes sharp and focused, she saw Yasuhiro and Sanzu standing not far from her, both of them talking to each other. They were the only two left in the area who hadn’t yet been caught, and her antennae flickered with excitement. The pull of attraction was undeniable, and with a swift movement, she darted towards them.

Yasuhiro’s posture was relaxed, his typical confident grin in place as he stood with Sanzu. The chaos around him seemed to make him feel more energized than anything else. But the moment {Y/N} appeared before him, his grin faltered, replaced by a more guarded expression.

Her glowing red eyes locked onto him, and the effect was instant. He felt a sudden, inexplicable pull, his breath hitching in his throat as she came closer, her wings fluttering softly.

“Yasu…” she whispered, her voice like silk as she drew nearer. He didn’t know what it was, but his heart began to race, his thoughts clouding as {Y/N}’s aura wrapped around him like a warm, irresistible fog.

“Wh—what are you…?” Yasuhiro began, but his words died in his throat as she reached him, her six arms extending gracefully to catch him.

Before he could step back, {Y/N} was already touching him, her hands running across his chest and arms as if mapping him out. He shivered at the touch, unsure of whether to push her away or give in. {Y/N}'s proximity made his skin tingle, his pulse quickening in a way he couldn’t control.

“Yasu…” she repeated, her voice a little softer, almost affectionate, but it was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think clearly. A part of him wanted to retreat, but another part, a stronger part, wanted to stay.

He reached out, trying to steady himself, but the moment his hand brushed against her arm, the scales on his cheek flared up, and before he could even fully comprehend what was happening, {Y/N} moved faster than he could react, her webbing quickly wrapping around his arms, pulling them to his sides.

“W-Wait! Hold on!” he tried to protest, but the webs were too quick. In a matter of moments, Yasuhiro was suspended in the air, his body held tightly against a nearby tree, his arms trapped in the sticky webbing. His heart was still racing, but his struggle became more half-hearted. He wasn’t sure if it was the webbing or something else, but the moment {Y/N}'s touch lingered, the attraction was undeniable.

“Yasu…” she whispered again, and despite himself, Yasuhiro’s face flushed a deep shade of red. His head tilted slightly, unable to break free from the hazy daze she had cast on him.

Sanzu had been observing the whole situation with a mixture of amusement and wariness, but his expression shifted the moment he caught sight of {Y/N}’s attention turning towards him. His usual cocky grin turned into a more serious look, though the air around him seemed to crackle with a sort of heightened energy.

When she began approaching him, her six arms extending with a predatory grace, Sanzu’s instinct was to fight. He wasn’t a stranger to being in dangerous situations, but this—this was something entirely different. There was something magnetic about {Y/N}, her red eyes glowing in the dim light, her wings gently beating as she drew closer.

“Sanzu…” she purred, her voice sending a wave of heat through his chest. It wasn’t just her words—there was something almost intoxicating about the way she said his name.

Sanzu clenched his fists, trying to keep his cool. “I’m not one to just let myself get caught,” he muttered, but even as he said the words, he felt a pull, as if his body didn’t want to listen to him anymore. Her presence overwhelmed his senses, and before he could think twice, {Y/N} was already right in front of him, her hands sliding across his chest, pushing him back against a nearby tree.

“Get off!” he tried to push her away, but his body was already reacting against his will. Her touch was too soft, too overwhelming, and with every moment he spent near her, his resistance was weakening.

She didn’t seem to mind his protests. Her hands, now more insistent, reached up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and Sanzu could swear he saw a flicker of something playful in her expression. His own pulse was racing, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could push her away, her webs quickly snaked out, tying his arms and legs to the tree behind him. He struggled for a moment, but the strength in the webs far exceeded his own, and soon he was trapped, his body helpless against the pull of {Y/N}’s gaze.

“Sanzu…” she whispered once again, her voice dripping with something like a possessive sweetness. Her hands glided over his body as she stepped back to admire her work.

Sanzu, still pinned to the tree, couldn’t help but feel the heat rise to his face, his breath quickening. {Y/N}’s presence was undeniable, and despite himself, he was more than willing to stay, caught in her web, figuratively and literally.

Hovering high above the maze, {Y/N}’s wings beat slowly, her gaze traveling across the labyrinth she had created. Beneath her, everyone she had caught was woven carefully into her web, suspended in a mix of awe, bewilderment, and the undeniable pull of Mewberty’s lingering charm. Her red eyes glowed intensely as she scanned her work, a sense of satisfaction filling her as she looked over each webbed figure.

With a gentle murmur, almost like a purr, she floated from one section of the maze to another, her antennae twitching with a mixture of pride and instinct as she watched the captured figures of Yasuhiro and Sanzu, Takemichi and Hinata, and all the others—each cocooned and securely nestled into her webbing. Each of them had fallen under her enchanting, near-feral hunt, and now they watched her in a mix of nervousness and admiration.

But suddenly, her antennae perked up as if sensing something new in the air. Her wings beat faster, almost instinctively, as she felt an intense, unfamiliar pull from above. She tilted her head upward, her eyes fixed on the sky, the distant clouds swirling as though calling her.

The pull was irresistible. With one final look down at her maze and everyone within it, she stretched her wings wide and launched herself upward. The force of her ascent left a gust of wind that sent dust and webbing scattering across the maze. In an instant, she was gone, vanishing into the clouds high above, leaving only a faint trail of shimmering red stars in her wake.

Down below, the Tokyo Revengers gang was left in an uneasy silence, each of them still suspended in the webbing, their gazes lifted toward the sky where she had disappeared. Takemichi and Hinata exchanged nervous glances, while Mikey, even with his usual bravado, couldn’t hide the hint of tension in his eyes.

A few moments passed, the stillness stretching into what felt like an eternity. But then, softly at first, small, bright red stars began to drift down from the sky, floating and fluttering like delicate petals. They sparkled as they settled, landing on the ground and the webs alike. With each one that touched the maze, the webs holding everyone began to weaken slightly, the threads loosening just enough to allow for a bit of movement.

“Is she… coming back?” Draken murmured, his gaze still fixed upward.

Just as they began to wonder if she’d return at all, a powerful force ripped through the air. Without warning, {Y/N} came crashing down from the clouds, a streak of red and purple, plummeting straight into the heart of her maze. The impact sent shockwaves through the webbing, and the remnants of her cocoon exploded in all directions, the scattered stars settling around her like fallen snow.

For a moment, everything was still. Then, one by one, the trapped characters managed to pull themselves free from the loosened webs, untangling their limbs and helping each other down. There was a collective sigh of relief, along with a few laughs and knowing glances shared between them.

“Guess she wasn’t playing around, huh?” Sanzu muttered, dusting himself off as he and Yasuhiro freed themselves from the remaining webbing.

Once everyone was free, they began to make their way over to where she had landed. In the center of the scattered stars, partially buried under her fallen cocoon, lay {Y/N}—back to her usual self. Her purple skin was flushed, her hair was mussed, and her horns, solid and strong, were still. Her eyes, no longer glowing red, were closed, and she seemed almost peaceful, lying amidst the remnants of the Mewberty chaos she’d left in her wake.

Hinata and Emma were the first to approach, worry flickering across their faces as they looked down at her. The rest of the gang followed, a mixture of relief, curiosity, and even a hint of amusement as they surveyed the scene. After everything they’d been through, seeing her back to her usual self was both a comfort and a strange reminder of the wild chase they’d just experienced.

“Hey, is she alright?” Takemichi asked, voice tinged with concern as he leaned down, brushing a few of the fallen stars from her hair.

As they all gathered around, the reader began to stir, her eyes slowly blinking open as she looked up at them, disoriented and still partially covered in stars. It took her a moment to fully process the scene, and as she did, the faint blush on her cheeks deepened, realizing the aftermath of everything that had happened.

{Y/N} lets out a moan of pain as she sits up, her head spinning as she takes in her surroundings. Takemichi and Hinata are at her side in an instant, each of them reaching out to steady her with gentle hands on her back.

“Are you okay?” Takemichi asks, worry etched across his face.

“Yeah…” she mutters, blinking a few times to shake off the lingering dizziness. But then a faint buzzing catches her attention, a sound both familiar and thrilling. She pauses, realization dawning, and reaches up to pull her hair aside, her expression brightening as she catches sight of something just over her shoulder.

“Oh my gosh, my wings!” she exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement. “I actually have my Mewberty wings!”

She leans forward, her fingers brushing over the small, delicate wings that have appeared on her shoulder blades. They’re a miniature version of the butterfly-like wings she’d had in her transformed state, decorated with intricate red and black patterns. Despite their smaller size, they buzz lightly as they flutter, the sensation sending a giddy thrill through her.

The rest of the gang exchanges glances, sharing amused grins at her excitement. The wings, a permanent mark of her transition, will only continue to grow with time, and she’s well aware of it. But finally having them is a milestone she’d been looking forward to for ages. Her tail thumps the ground, the tufted tip kicking up red stars as she squeals softly.

“Looks like someone’s a little proud of herself,” Sanzu teases, crossing his arms as he raises an eyebrow. “All that hunting and webbing was just to show off these wings, huh?”

She feels her face flush, but she can’t quite hide her smile, still beaming with the excitement of finally having her Mewberty wings.

Mikey grins, his tone mischievous. “I don’t know… With the way she was chasing us all down, it felt less like a hunt and more like she was rounding us up for her own little harem.”

“Right?” Draken chimes in with a smirk. “And here I thought we were safe from being collected.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she was all over us!” Mitsuya adds, laughing. “Tell me, do you normally swoop down like that when you’re interested in someone?”

{Y/N}’s cheeks grow even redder, a groan escaping her as she buries her face in her hands. “You guys are the worst…”

“Oh, we’re the worst?” Smiley pipes up, barely containing his amusement. “Says the girl who had us dangling from trees! If I remember right, you practically tackled Mikey out of the air.”

“Hey!” Mikey says, feigning innocence as he glances her way. “What’s that about, huh? You got a thing for me or something?”

“I–I wasn’t in my right mind!” she protests, mortified. “It was all instinct!”

Chifuyu snickers, nudging her playfully. “Sure, but that doesn’t explain all the nuzzling and purring. We got a lot more than just your hunting instincts.”

“I bet she enjoyed every second,” Peh-yan chimes in with a smirk. “All that affection she couldn’t keep to herself…”

Emma laughs, leaning in closer to add, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how happy you looked stringing everyone up! Guess you finally had your chance to keep us all to yourself.”

She stammers, torn between the thrill of her new wings and the mortification of all the teasing. The group is relentless, playfully throwing comments her way, and every last bit of it only makes her cheeks burn brighter.

“Oh, come on!” she finally cries, though she can’t hide the smile creeping across her face. “It’s not like I had any control over it! And besides…” She looks back at her wings, a touch of pride softening her voice. “…I did end up with these, didn’t I?”

Takemichi laughs, shaking his head as he looks at her with a fond smile. “Well, I guess it was worth it then. But don’t think we’ll let you live this down anytime soon.”

As she looks around at them all—each one sporting their own mischievous grin—she knows he’s right. And despite herself, she can’t help but laugh along with them, the thrill of her new wings and the shared memory of her Mewberty lingering in her mind.

{Y/N} feels an odd, instinctual urge to stretch her new wings, and as she does, they buzz with a faint energy, lifting her just a few inches off the ground. She hovers there for a moment, still giddy from the experience. With a dismissive wave of her wand, the labyrinth around them shimmers and fades away, the walls melting back into the familiar surroundings of the Musashi Shrine.

But before she can fully enjoy the relief, the teasing resumes with renewed energy.

“So, was that, like, your way of confessing?” Draken asks, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous grin.

Mitsuya chuckles, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I mean, if you wanted to let us know you’re interested, there are better ways.”

She groans, face turning pink. “I didn’t mean it like that! I couldn’t control it!”

“Couldn’t control it, huh?” Sanzu tilts his head, feigning innocence. “You sure seemed to have a lot of affection to give… Purring and nuzzling everyone like that.”

{Y/N}’s face only grows hotter, her mind spinning as she stammers, “I-I… Look, it wasn't my fault! You were all over me!”

Takemichi and Mikey exchange a glance, bursting into laughter. “So that’s why every time someone got close, you practically covered them in webs?” Takemichi teases, still chuckling.

Emma leans over, giving her a playful nudge. “Don’t tell me you’re this shy after being so bold. You practically kissed Peh’s face off, after all!”

The flustered Mewman waves her hands, her cheeks blazing. “Th-that was just the Mewberty! I didn’t actually mean to—”

“Or did you?” Smiley chimes in, clearly enjoying watching her squirm and whine indignantly.

As their teasing intensifies, a strange feeling overtakes her—an odd, tingly sensation spreading through her limbs. The overwhelming embarrassment and flustered excitement seem to mix with something instinctual, and before she even realizes what’s happening, she starts to feel… smaller.

The whole world seems to expand around her, the ground rising, the nearby faces growing to enormous proportions. With a squeak of surprise, she realizes she’s shrunk down to barely the size of a mouse, her new wings fluttering wildly as she glances around in panic.

“What… what just happened?” Takemichi stares, bewildered, while Hinata gasps and leans in closer to get a better look.

“Oh my gosh, she’s tiny!” Emma laughs, kneeling down, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Look at her! She’s adorable like this.”

“No way,” Draken snickers. “The tough web-wielding queen of the maze reduced to this?” He chuckles, leaning down to get a closer look, only making her cheeks blaze with embarrassment.

{Y/N} tries to stammer a response, but it comes out as a high-pitched squeak, her tiny voice only making them laugh harder.

“Guess she’s more than just smitten with us, huh?” Smiley grins, reaching out a finger to gently poke at her tiny form, causing her to stumble back, blushing furiously. When she regains her footing, she huffs and stomps her foot, kicking dirt in his direction.

“This must be what her dad meant,” Mitsuya muses with a grin, watching her with a gleam in his eye. “Growing into her abilities, alright… or in this case, shrinking.”

Utterly flustered, {Y/N} just huffs and crosses her arms, her wings fluttering indignantly as the group gathers around, marveling at her miniaturized form. She knows they’ll never let her live this down—but despite everything, she can’t help but smile a little, even at this size.

{Y/N} takes a deep breath, focusing intently. She remembers her father's words, the breathing exercises he had taught her for grounding and control. With each slow, calming breath, she concentrates on her wings, feeling a tingling sensation spread through her shoulders. Slowly, her wings begin to grow and expand, their red hue deepening, until they’re fully formed and powerful enough to lift her with ease.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gives her wings a gentle buzz and flutters up, hovering around the towering figures of her friends. The tables have turned, and now it’s her turn to dish out a little payback.

She starts with Takemichi, floating close to his ear and whispering, “Remember how you looked when I caught you, Michi-Michi? All helpless and flustered~” Her voice is a playful, teasing purr. Takemichi’s face immediately flushes red, and he stammers, clearly caught off guard.

Next, she drifts over to Draken, giving him a coy smile. “And Draken… did you like how snug you looked wrapped up in my webs? You sure seemed right at home all bound...” she murmurs. Draken raises an eyebrow, attempting a cool expression, but there’s a faint blush creeping up his neck as he recalls the cocoon of silk that had pinned him tight.

Her teasing continues, flitting from person to person, and she even glances at Mikey with a smirk. “You tried so hard to fight me, Micky-Micky. But we both know who won in the end, don’t we?” she coos. Mikey shifts, a mix of amusement and something else glinting in his eyes as he watches her taunt the others.

She swoops around to Mitsuya and Chifuyu next, whispering in their ears about how flustered they’d been in her webs. As she does, she catches the flush spreading over their cheeks, their gazes growing a bit hazy as they recall the feeling of being wrapped up, helpless to her touch.

Her teasing even finds Sanzu and Angry, her tone dropping to a sultry whisper as she brings up each moment of their capture. "You didn’t try to escape, did you, Angry?" she murmurs near his ear, and he shivers, looking away to hide his reaction. When she flutters over to Sanzu, he raises an eyebrow, looking uncharacteristically bashful. "Guess we all know how that chase turned out,” she taunts.

Each reaction fuels her confidence, and her smile grows even wider. She’s enjoying this newfound control over her size, but even more, she’s savoring the rare sight of them flustered and a little off-balance. Her teasing doesn’t stop there—she lets her voice carry through the air, calling out sly remarks about how each of them had struggled and squirmed, completely at her mercy, back when she was in Mewberty form.

As she floats back and watches their reddening faces, the atmosphere shifts. It’s clear her taunts are having an effect beyond just flustering them—there’s a visible spark in the air, a tension building as her words and teasing touch stir something deeper in each of them. She can see it in their expressions, the way their gazes linger a little too long, their breaths hitching just slightly when she draws near.

And she’s not unaffected, either; she can feel her own pulse racing, cheeks heating up as she revels in her teasing. This playful game, the thrill of the chase, and the memory of having each of them tangled up in her webs have her feeling exhilarated.

Hovering above, she gives them a final, teasing look, daring anyone to respond. And for a moment, the group stands there, captivated by her playful, bold energy, unsure of what might happen next.

As she's savoring her playful teasing, a sudden, firm grip catches her midair, and she gasps. Her wings instinctively flutter in surprise as she’s pulled down, her eyes widening when she realizes it's Mikey who’s caught her. His gaze is intense, a slight smirk on his lips, and there’s an unspoken challenge in his eyes.

“Oh, so Micky-Micky wants to join the fun too?” she murmurs, trying to keep her tone light, but his grip and expression tell her he’s not just playing along.

“You think you’re pretty clever, huh?” he replies, voice low, a mixture of frustration and intrigue lacing his words. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes as he holds her securely, his hand steady but firm, keeping her from flitting away again.

“Well,” she teases, “I did get all of you blushy-blushy and bound, didn’t I?” She winks, though there’s a flutter of nerves now as she realizes she may have provoked him a bit too much.

Mikey’s hold shifts, pulling her closer until they’re eye-to-eye, his expression unwavering. “You really think you’re getting away with all this sass after what you put us through?” His voice has dropped to a murmur, just for her, and the proximity sends a shiver down her spine. She’s suddenly very aware of the intensity of his gaze and the way his hand has her anchored in place.

“Oh, Mikey…” she begins, feeling a warmth rise to her cheeks as her tail begins to wag. But before she can finish, he leans in slightly, his smirk widening.

“Good luck trying to escape this time,” he says with a wink, catching her off guard, as he squeezes her tigher.

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