#and y/inu together

[erigold13261]

In defense of Yinu on the boss tier list, she is the only one able to attack you while her health bar is empty. But DJ sub is the strongest, I agree

Hey, just because she's the weakest alone out of the NSRtist, doesn't mean she is weak at all!

You are right in the sense that I see Yinu as super determined. So much so that I could have seen her outlasting everyone in endurance when it comes to playing music. Even Mama is too old to play as long as she did when she was younger.

If DJ had to play a concert for as long as Yinu does, he would quit so quickly lol!

But yeah, physically I do think DJ is still the overall strongest.

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 1 : Something warm

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

CW: NSFW, pet play?, praise kink, masturbation, humping, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking and use of y/n

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Word count: Over 3K

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The winter cold had arrived in town, but you had underestimated it. You could clearly see the vapor escape your mouth as you breathed on your palms to warm them up. It was lunch break, so you had decided to treat yourself with a hot drink at the local coffee shop. They had a large variety of food and drinks, which was always nice when in a rush.  It was really close to the place you worked at, so the perfect opportunity to get some fresh air in your system. 

I wonder if Jacce is going to be there today, you ask yourself while rubbing your hands together and placing them in your pockets. He was one of the baristas. He always took the time to make little doodles on your cup to go or make foam art if you stayed for longer. You never really had a deep conversation, but you often thought it would be nice to get to know him. 

You arrived in front of the open sign and swiftly pushed the door to take shelter from the cold. Jacce seemed to cheer up as he noticed you. He made his way to the counter, a small smile gracing his lips while he adjusted his apron. Despite his tall figure, Jacce’s hunched over pose almost made him eye to eye with you. Emphasis on almost, he was still way taller.

“Welcome back! Wh-what can I get you today?�� 

You told him you wanted a chicken soup with your hot drink, since you had the time to stay a bit longer today. While ordering, you noticed little button pins on his neck strap. One was definitely the pansexual flag and the other was the band Ghost’s logo. 

“I like your button pins!” You commented while handing him the right amount of money, your fingers brushing lightly against his palm. 

“O-oh! Thanks! you're the first client to notice them… well to say something about it at least.”

He started fidgeting with them and gave you a sheepish grin. You swore his face had gotten more flushed than before, but not thinking much of it you made your way to a nearby table. Soon, Jacce arrived with your food ready in hand. You took the tray and admired his work of art. It was a cute Shiba Inu made of foam milk coming out of the mug. He really made it impressively detailed. You took a glance at the soup and the croissant next to it… A croissant? Your neurons finally made the connections that you didn’t order this, after a good second of zoning out. You looked up at Jacce, but he simply glanced away. Oh, it was on purpose. 

“Aw! You didn’t have to!” 

“It’s nothing really…You are m— our favorite regular after all, I need to treat you from time to time.” He pouted, as if it was an insult not to give you special attention. His comment turned your cheeks slightly red. You didn’t know at all that the people working here liked you this much. 

Jacce stayed in place despite already giving you your order. It seemed like the barista wanted to chat longer, but another customer was waiting, so he left reluctantly. 

“The art is really cute by the way!” You shouted from your seat. You saw Jacce lit up with a giddy smile, but in a matter of seconds he returned to his neutral face when addressing the man at the counter. 

You took out your phone to take a picture of the little foam dog before it disappeared into the warm liquid. After that you decided to attack the croissant first, not wanting to give your tongue a second degree burn with the chicken soup or the drink. You took a huge bite, crumbs falling on your laps despite your best efforts. They really had amazing pastry here. The price reflected that, and your wallet definitely knew it well. You were so wrapped in your own little world that your brain blocked out everything going on around you, until an angry voice disturbed your peace. 

“DON’T try to give excuses!”

“S-sir, p-please…”

A man, probably in his fifties, was menacingly pointing his finger at Jacce. He anxiously ran a hand through his mud brown hair, looking everywhere except in the clients eyes. Your heartbeat picked up in pace as you watched the scene unfold, you didn’t want to imagine how the poor barista felt. 

“I don’t have any music playing, I swear! It’s just to take out surrendering noises when I’m —”

“Your generation are such snowflakes! I want to talk to your manager!” 

Jacce let out an anxious laugh before answering.

“I a-am actually the… manager, but I’m als–”

“FOR GOD SAKE! Proof that this place is run by idiots!”

Ok, this guy is seriously going overboard. You looked around to watch the reaction of the other customers. They were understandably all silent, almost frozen in their seats. Seeing no one ready to advocate for the poor guy caused your protective side to kick in. 

“How is it even a problem if he can hear you perfectly?”

The man turned to you with a surprise expression, not expecting anyone to intervene, but soon enough he gave you the same angry stare Jacce had received.  

“It’s a matter of respect.”

“Well you're not being really respectful right now.”

“Are you fricking— You know what? You just lost a valuable customer.” He spat out at the barista and stormed off, but not before knocking over a stand of straws. 

Jacce was visibly affected by this whole encounter. He almost looked like he was going to have an anxiety attack, because of the way he was gripping his shirt. You quickly went up to the counter and kneeled down to clean up the mess. 

“I am so sorry for you, people can be so rude! That’s why I prefer a job without any social interaction, a pure paradise I tell you!” you joked, trying to soothe him. “I hope it didn’t ruin your day…”

Your attention wandered away as you picked off the ground the reusable straws. You could hear Jacce say something, but only for it to be mixed with the background noises. 

“Mm what did you say?”

“Oh em— I just said that it won’t affect the rest of my day, don't worry.”

Jacce’s hand reached up and it looked like he was scratching his neck. He seemed to have calmed down which made you a bit relieved. After all that, you went back to your table and finished your food and drink. You told Jacce goodbye before going back to your own job. 

The rest of your day went normally, but it was still pretty intense. You were at least glad that you didn’t have to deal with angry clients unlike a certain someone. On that note your mind wandered back to Jacce. Next time you should try to get to know him better. He seemed to be eager for it as well. 

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I hope they’ll come by today,  Jacce whined internally as he tried to search out the window for a glimpse of his beloved. It has been two days since the last time he officially saw them, two days too much in his opinion. He did follow them after work, but it wasn’t the same. The barista wanted to talk to them, even if it was just for a second. 

Jacce mindlessly twisted the sleeve of his forest green turtleneck between his fingers. He had a huge collection of thrifted knitted turtleneck sweater, but this one was definitely his favorite since it was the softest on his skin. 

After one more hour of torture, waiting for a certain someone, they finally pushed open the door of the coffee shop. It took merely a second for Jacce to notice them. He wanted to run to the counter to make sure his coworkers didn't steal this moment from him, but it would have looked suspicious. Luckily, everyone else was too busy to take care of it.

“Welcome back! Wh-what can I get for you today?” The question was more a force of habits than an honest one. Jacce knew perfectly their favorite drink and how they wanted it to be prepared. Just like he expected, y/n ordered the same thing as usual, but with chicken soup. That’s a good sign, he thought; they always order something to eat when they are planning on staying. 

Jacce told them the price and took the chance to admire their complexion while they were busy searching in their wallet. He really loved everything about his darling, from head to toe. As they paid, he felt the tip of y/n finger brush against his palm, shooting heat to his face and somewhere else. 

“I like your button pins!”

The sudden compliment caught him off guard. He was already overjoyed by the touch of his favorite client, but this was definitely making his face burn ten times more. He awkwardly thanked them, but thankfully they didn’t seem to notice his intense reaction, instead leaving to take a seat soon after their interaction. 

Jacce calmed himself down as he brainstormed what he could possibly make in milk foam this time. He ended up with the idea of a cute dog. Everyone likes dogs, right? He sure hoped they did. Furthermore, he took the opportunity to add a croissant next to the bowl of soup. It was a slow day anyway and it's not like it was making the business lose a lot of money. The barista carefully took the tray and brought it to their table. Normally they would just call people at the counter to get their order, but he seriously wasn’t going to bother y/n for such a silly thing. 

Jacce was so proud at the stunned look on his the customers face when they saw the little Shiba Inu made out of foam milk and the free croissant. He couldn’t help but sweat as they looked up at him. 

“Aw Jacce! You didn’t have to!” 

“It’s nothing really…You are m— our favorite regular after all, I need to treat you from time to time.” He pouted. 

He soon noticed that they were blushing. Fuck! I made them blush! That’s what he wanted more than anything, to make them love him just as much as he loved them. This definitely was a good sign.  If only he could stay longer to admire them from up close, but no. Another customer had to enter and ruin the only good moment of his day. 

“The art is really cute by the way!” He heard them shout from their table as he left. Jacce lit up with a giddy smile, but in a matter of seconds he returned to his neutral face when addressing the man at the counter. 

“What can I get you sir?” He asks with a monotone voice while gently tugging at his only dark strand of hair. 

“I’ll get a black cof– are you listening to music, young man?” 

Jacce looked up at the client that had noticed his earbuds.

“No sir, I can assure you I’m not.”

“DON’T lie to me!”

“S-sir, p-please…”

The man, probably in his fifties, menacingly pointed his finger at him. Jacce anxiously ran a hand through his mud brown hair, looking everywhere except in the clients eyes. This was going worse than he expected. He could feel himself sweating profusely. 

“I don’t have a-any music playing, I swear! It’s just to take out surrendering noises when I’m —”

“Your generation are such snowflakes! I want to talk to your manager!” 

Jacce let out an anxious laugh before answering.

“I a-am actually the… manager, but I’m als–”

“FOR GOD SAKE! Proof that this place is run by idiots!”

A worker named Pierre opened his mouth to intervene, but he was not quick enough it seemed.  

“How is it even a problem sir if he can hear you perfectly?”

Jacce had to hold himself back to not cry from happiness. There they were, his precious love standing up for him. 

The man turned to them with a surprise expression, not expecting anyone to speak up, but soon enough gave y/n an angry stare. Jacce couldn’t let that slide. This man was definitely banned from the shop.   

“It’s a matter of respect.”

“Well you're not being really respectful right now.”

“Are you fricking— You know what? You just lost a valuable customer.” He spat out in Jacce’s way and stormed off, but not before knocking over a stand of straws. 

Jacce could never get used to situations like this, it always affected him. Still, he tried his best to regulate his breathing as he gripped his shirt. Y/n quickly went up to the counter and kneeled down out of view. The barista leaned against the counter to look at what they were doing. His darling was cleaning up the mess the waste of air had just caused. 

“I am so sorry for you, people can be so rude! That’s why I prefer a job without any social interaction, a pure paradise I tell you!” They joked, “I hope it didn’t ruin your day…”

It was so sweet of them, not only did they advocate on his behalf but they were thoughtful enough to lift his spirit too. Jacce really couldn’t wait to be theirs and repay them for all their kindness. 

“No need to worry about that, you made it perfect already.”

“Mm what did you say?”

“Oh em— I just said that it won’t affect the rest of my day, don’t worry.”

The man could feel his erection pressing painfully against the restraint of his pants. Instinctively, he reached up to the collar hidden under his clothes to brush it with his fingers. It had a tag with Jacce engraved on the front. On the backside it said “property of” followed by y/n and their phone number. He clenched his fist, he really couldn’t wait to get home.

When they left, the rest of Jacce’s day consisted of him daydreaming about the chivalry of his sweetheart. Once he arrived at his house, it was a matter of seconds before his pants were taken off. He didn’t even wait to be in his room, instead opting for the cold tile floor of his bathroom. He took out of one of the cabinets a small bottle of lotion, opened it with his left hand and generously poured the content on the other. He had these bottles scattered all around his home, including the bag that he brought with him everywhere he went. Biting his bottom lips, he ran his hand down his happy trail, where it connected to the base of his shaft. A doggy-like whine escaped his lips as he began to wrap his finger around it and slowly moved up.

“S-shit Mmfff! Please…A-aahh use me master.”

Wet noises soon started echoing around the room and the hallway, accompanying the incessant buzzing of electricity. It was a true miracle that Jacce never got a noise complaint since he moved into this house. His neighbor could definitely hear his nightly worshiping session if they went out into their backyard. It's not like he was loud on purpose, but when it came to the object of his affection he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. It made him wonder on some occasions if he didn’t end up in a neighborhood full of perverts that loved listening to his lewd activities. At this point, his legs had started shaking violently from how sensitive he was, making him lean more against the wall for support.

“I’m just a dumb little puppy for y-you, t-touching my-myself everyday …Nnhg.”

He arched his back as his hand stroked his cock at a higher speed, crying out for them desperately. His imagination couldn’t settle on one vision. He kept switching from images of them bouncing on his cock to them bobbing their head up and down on it and even having them fuck his little ass raw. He only slowed down his movements to run his thumb under the foreskin of its head, filling his brain with an other wave of pleasure. 

“I’m a… greedy little mutt, so Uugh so greedy.” 

He cursed at himself under his breath for having such lewd fantasies about the person he loved, which turned him on even more. Precum was abundantly leaking out of the tip of his dick now, resembling pearly water drops. Wanting more, he used his free hand to reach under his turtleneck and pinched at his nipples. Jacce bullied the poor thing by twisting it between is fingers. He couldn’t help but shiver from the stimulation he was giving himself. 

“I j-just Unnf want to b-be yours.”

He sincerely wanted them to use him, ravage him even, but he also yearned for the sensations his darling would give his body. They would be so good for him just like he would be for them. 

Despite the fact that he wanted to continue more than anything, it had to last longer. As he felt his climax approaching, Jacce loosened his grip on his shaft. A pathetic whine escaped his lips while he tried to keep himself from cumming. He staggered to his feet, gripping the sink for support. He felt so weak, his legs hardly supporting his weight anymore. Every friction his dick received made him fold in half, prolonging even more his travel to his room. As he continued his journey, a long string of precum was left behind him. He will have clean it later, but for now he didn’t care if he made a mess. In a way, it was part of the fun.

He finally crawled onto the bed, lazily placing a pillow between his legs. It was wrapped with one of y/n stolen hoodies, in other words, his most prized possessions. Jacce winced when the fabric made direct contact with his glistening cock. He closed his eyes, trying to picture them under him, praising him for being able to hold his orgasm. He was being such a good boy for y/n, why couldn’t they see? 

He started humping that thing like the horny mutt he was. His ass wiggling cutely from the incessant movement. Jacce wanted them to see him like this so badly. A pure mess that couldn’t help but make high pitched whines at every trust. 

“I j–just want to cum for you, all f–for you.” He mumbled, while tears rolled down his face, cheek flushed. 

His cock was so sensitive, giving him the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He wasn’t capable of closing his mouth anymore, drool leaking out of it like a waterfall. Jacce tried to keep up the speed as he chased his inevitable climax.

“Master, I'm c-cumming, A-ah… I'm cumming! I… l-love you!” He cried out while thrusting his hips forward uncontrollably, shooting hot ropes of cum all over the pillow. 

After falling face first onto the bed, he pulled it up to his chest, cradling the dirty hoodie as if it was really them, but ultimately it wasn’t enough. He was just too impatient to tease himself for an extended period of time. In addition, the desire to cum and becoming dumb for a few seconds was way too alluring. Jacce was sure that if he was with y/n, they would edge him way longer than what he could ever do. 

He knew for a fact that's what they would do, since, one time at the cafe, he had the chance to watch them enter the code on their computer. With that crucial information he was able to open it when he broke into their house came unannounced. He was stunned when he saw the tags of the spicy fanfiction his precious darling reads. They both had the same taste in terms of kinky sex. Another proof to fill his delusion that he was destined to be theirs. 

As he laid there, tired and dazed, he thought about how nice it would be to be enveloped by their smell. He took a big breath into the hoodie. Yay it lost the particular scent he was looking for. He knew it was wrong, but maybe he could pay them a “visit”…just to feel a bit closer. Jacce looked at the clock. He still had time to do it before they arrived at their apartment. 

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Even if I only post it now, this was actually the first yandere story I ever wrote, back in september of 2023, so the writing maybe be less good than my other stuff!

This story will also be posted on my ao3 account

Plus an old drawing I made back then for this chapter

[ayeyolooo]

SHARING A BED WITH THEM!

(gojo, inumaki, geto, yuji, choso.)

INUMAKI!

you heard three soft knocks on your room door, which made you wake up. “come in.” your voice rasped out. you rubbed your eyes as you looked at the door to see who was walking in. you seen your blonde haired boy. the both of you had just gotten into an argument so the both of you didn’t sleep with eachother today. but that changed soon as he walked in the door. his cheeks were rosy and so was the tip of his nose. “yes?” you sat up and turned on your bedside lamp. “bonito.” (hi) “hi inu what’s up, i thought you wanted to sleep in your room today?”he dropped his head down. “sausage with eggs and grits.” (i can’t sleep without you.) you pouted. “well it was you who said it.” he nodded. “tuna.” (i know) he replied. “caviar Rolls.” (i need you, i can’t sleep without you.” you pouted giving in you opened your arms wide having him smile and crawl to you. you held him and stroked his cheek and hair. “do you want to do bible study?” he perked up and immediately nodded. “okay go and get your bible so we can start.” you smiled grabbing your highlighters, and pens. inu came back with his blue bible and his notepad. the both of you prayed before reading the word together. you giggled at inumaki trying to read the words without having a hard time.

he giggled at you not understanding what some of the messages meant. he was happy to write them down for you. the both of you read psalms 91 which brought inumaki some comfort, due to him having a nightmare which brought him to your room. gojo opened the door quietly and seen the both of you holding hands and praying for eachother. he just smiled and closed the door back gently. he was genuinely happy for the both of you. inumaki has finally found his light, the person that brought his closer to God, the one who helped him with his nightmares. the one who prayed over him before every mission. y/n. you were literally heaven sent, and everyone was very appreciative of you.

an hour passed and the hoth of you were cuddled under eachother while the tv played in the background. the both of you were sleeping mouths wide open with slob coming out, and inumaki snoring.

some of the bible verses inumaki and y/n study on the daily.

—Jeremiah 29:11

'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

•inumaki sends you to read that verse when you’re worried about your future, or when you’re worried about school.

•you would send him this verse when he’s worried about a mission. when you send that to him, he feels at peace and calm.

—psalms 15:1

—Ephesians 4:26-27

"Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and give no opportunity to the devil".

•the both of you would send this to eachother when you’d had just gotten into an argument, or when the both of you are stubborn gojo would slip these verses under the both of your doors signing them with your names so that the both of you would think that the other person sent it

—psalms 91:1

1He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty

•the both of you send this to eachother when you’re worried about going on a mission.

this is toooo cute🥹. i’m most definitely adding bible verses in my stories now🫶🏾.

[cas-writes-genshin-stuff]

Their Pet (Smut Only)

FULL VERS (hey if you wanna read the buildup which has a lot of good teasing, i think you’d like the full version :] )

f!/nb! reader x Raiden Ei x Yae Miko

sub! reader / switch! Ei / switch Miko (no use of y/n) MDNI, Men DNI

basically, you get dommed by Ei and Miko (the reader is a munch and eats Ei out / Miko riding you / Ei using the strap on you)

CONTENT: (this is a repost with the smut only, because i realized that it was so long my bad)

Word Count: about 5000

AFAB nonbinary reader, uses they/them pronouns (mostly androgynous, but slightly masc leaning)

reader is an Inu / Dog Youkai like Miko (has ears, no tail)

smut (sad!sm/masoch!sm) (biting) (marking) (choking) (begging)(voyeur!sm) (oral) (straps) (riding) (masturbat!on) (safewords) (mention of collars) (mild overstim) (degradation) (praise) (denial) (aftercare)

(not really proofread, sorry. and also reposted because tumblr wasn't showing it under tags)

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The entire bottle of sake was gone by the time you all got up to return to Miko's room. You had drank about half but you were only buzzed, not tipsy, or drunk. Unfortunately, it took a lot more to get a Youkai drunk. Miko told you to grab a pitcher of water and cups to bring back to her room, Ei opened the door for you, and you placed the water on the side table.

As soon as that door closed, they both pounced on you. Ei grabbed you by the front of your shirt collar pulling your face to hers, tilting your head up. Even without them wearing heels, they were still much taller than you. Miko wrapped her arms around your waist and started to pepper kisses along the side of your neck.

"You're so fun to toy with, little one" Miko's warm breath wafted over the skin on your neck, and then you felt her bite down on you, enough to hurt, but not to draw blood making you whine into Ei's mouth.

Ei pulled away with a gentle bite to your lip and let go of your shirt. You felt Miko pull your shirt to the side, exposing your shoulder. "Miko.." She kissed your shoulder and pressed her body against you before biting down hard. You felt her sharp canines sink into you, pulling a cry from your throat. "Ah!"

Ei slipped her pants off and sat on the edge of the bed "Does the pain feel good?"

Miko licked the wound she inflicted on you. "Y-yes," You groaned eyes closed as you succumbed to their will.

"Take your shirt off" Ei commanded. Miko left a soothing kiss against your shoulder, before letting go of you to sit next to Ei on the bed, her hand placed on Ei's thigh. You quickly pulled your shirt off and tossed it onto the ground leaving you only in your boxers. "Good pet, come here"

You fell to your knees once more before the both of them. Miko cupped Ei's face grabbing the archon's attention. "I want a kiss too, Ei" They both gave you another glance before giving you a show. Miko pulled Ei to her lips with one hand as the other drifted up her thigh.

You watched them, hoping they would let you join in quicker. Miko's hand eventually pressed against Ei's center and let out a quiet noise. You kept your eyes trained on her hand that now moved to the top of Ei's underwear slipping beneath, touching her clit directly. Ei gasped and moaned breaking the kiss.

The bite on your shoulder felt warm and the scene unfolding before you made that dull ache between your legs grow more uncomfortable. The sounds Ei made, went straight to your clit.

Miko pushed Ei's head to rest on her shoulder as she touched her, then took her hand to lift Ei's shirt so you could have a better view. Miko saw the pleading look you had and smirked when you squeezed your thighs together trying to get a little relief.

"Miko, Miko, please" Ei moaned out.

The kitsune teased "Please what, Ei?"

"Inside, I want your fingers inside," Ei said breathing heavily. Miko did as she asked and slid her fingers inside Ei, curling them against her G-spot making Ei moan a bit louder. "Fuck-"

"Oh, Ei, what would people think if they heard such a word come out of their god's mouth?" Ei didn't respond verbally, but she spread her legs wider. Miko looked back at you. "Mm, so good for me" You weren't exactly sure if those words were for Ei or for you.

In your head, you were wishing that Miko was touching you, or that you were giving Ei the pleasure. Either way, you were the puppy silently begging at their feet to join in.

As Ei drew closer to her orgasm, her moans and breathing got more erratic, and she gripped Miko's shirt. "Ah- fuck Miko, Miko, Miko." Ei's voice got loud as she was on the edge, about to tip over. You let out an audible whine and Miko smirked. Right before Ei came crashing over, Miko stopped and slipped her hand out. "W-why did you stop?"

Miko moved behind Ei, supporting her so she would stay upright, then pulled Ei's panties to the side "Come closer, puppy" You moved between Ei's legs. "Please your goddess"

You wasted no time to press your tongue against Ei's clit, "Oh, my-" One of Ei's hands gripped the sheets of the bed and her head fell back against Miko. You lapped at her pussy eagerly, trying to build her orgasm again, you liked watching how she was coming undone.

When you sucked on the sensitive bud, Ei's other hand went to grip your hair, pushing your head closer "Harder, please" You obliged, of course, earning more moans from your god.

You decided to slide your fingers through Ei's wetness before sinking two fingers inside like Miko did and Ei moaned out loudly, as she tightened her grip on your hair. The pain from the pulling made you audibly whine into her pussy. "Look at them, they're having so much fun pleasing you Ei" Miko said into her ear. Ei looked down at you, eyes half-lidded, and her face was blissed out. "Are they making you feel good?"

"Yes, fuck- yes. Don't stop" Ei's voice was shaky. You wouldn't dare to stop, not now, not while she was writhing and moaning at your hands. Ei started to arch her back, pushing her hips into your face, so you kept your fingers and tongue at a steady pace. "M close!" She threw her head back again.

Miko nipped at her ear "It's okay Ei, come for us" Ei's body went taut as her orgasm ravaged through her body, moaning out your name and Miko's name. You kept at it while she rode through her orgasm. "Good girl" Miko praised her lover. You slowed your movements as Ei's back and thighs relaxed, and she let go of your hair. As you removed your fingers you kissed her clit and Ei let out a small whine. Miko fixed her underwear and kissed Ei's forehead. Then looked back at you, while you licked off the fingers that were once inside Ei, and wiped off your face.

While Ei was recovering from her high, you rested your head against her lap and the hand that gripped you now slowly pet your head. "Did I do a good job?" You asked, although you knew you did exceptionally well, you wanted to hear the praise again.

"So good, baby," Ei said as she ruffled your hair a little more.

After a couple of minutes, Ei finally sat up and you moved off her lap so she could stand. Ei then turned to look at Miko "It's your turn now love, take your pants and underwear off" Ei said and leaned down to kiss Miko quickly.

Miko moved closer to the edge of the bed, while Ei rummaged around in a drawer. "You look like you enjoyed yourself,"

"Mhm" You nodded, you definitely wanted to do that again. She made a come hither motion with her finger and you moved up so she could kiss you. Miko could taste Ei on your lips.

After breaking the kiss she asked, "Do you wanna take these off for me?" She lifted her shirt and you hooked your fingers underneath the hem of her pants and underwear, pulling them off in one motion, and throwing them to the side. You could see how wet Miko had gotten, your mouth watered at the prospect of pleasing Miko with your mouth.

Ei had taken out two harnesses, and she left one on the bedside drawer but walked back over to you with the other harness in hand. "Take those off, and put this on" Ei helped you up and handed you the strap. "How are your knees feeling, love?"

Your knees ached a little from being on them for a while. "A little sore, but they're okay"

"Okay, then we'll do something a little different first" You gave her a bit of a sideways look, wondering what she meant. You were a little hesitant to take your boxers off but did so anyway, adjusting the strap to your hips, while Ei decided to take Miko's shirt off too. Part of you relaxed knowing you wouldn't be the only one completely naked.

"Okay, now just lay down and wait a little longer," Ei said to you. You crawled onto the bed and laid down in the center comfortably. "Miko, kneel on the bed for me. Face them." Ei instructed her lover as she went to take off Miko's earrings, without something to weigh them down, Miko's ears lifted.

"Now what?" Miko asked.

Ei took Miko's right hand and guided it between her legs. "Touch yourself for me."

"Wh-" Miko was about to say something, but Ei raised an eyebrow and she stopped. It was a rare sight to see Miko act hesitantly like that, and you enjoyed every second of it. She only acted like that when Ei was in control. "Okay"

You watched Ei move behind the kitsune. Miko spread her legs wider and started circling her clit. Her hips bucked a little bit into her hand, and as soon as the little moans escaped her throat, Miko covered her mouth.

"Now, now, none of that Miko. I want to hear you" Ei teased while moving Miko's hand placing it in front of her, palm against the sheets. Miko tried giving her best glare but it only made Ei chuckle. "Faster now,"

Miko changed her movement from circling her clit to thrumming against it sideways, she tried keeping quiet, but loud moans still made it through.

Ei's left hand reached around Miko to play with her nipples. "Good girl, Miko" Ei rested her chin on Miko's shoulder and continued to toy with her. "Is it embarrassing to touch yourself in front of us?"

"F-fuck you," Miko tried to retort.

Ei just hummed and pinched her nipple hard, causing Miko to yelp "That's not very nice Miko. Try again" You watched Miko's hand move faster, some of her wetness was dripping down her thighs.

"Ye- yes" Miko's voice faltered and her ears drooped down.

Ei moved her right hand down between Miko's legs, fingers placed at her entrance. "Yes, what?"

Miko didn't answer right away, moans getting in the way of her words "Yes, it's embarrassing"

"See, was that so hard?" Ei rewarded her by pushing her fingers inside Miko.

Miko clenched her fist around the sheets. "Shit- ah. Ei!" Miko got a lot louder than Ei did earlier. God, you loved watching Miko get the same treatment she gave everyone else.

Ei egged her on "Oh my, you're so loud now, are you close already?" Ei's fingers moved faster.

"Yes! Ei, p-please keep going!" Miko's legs were trembling already.

Ei pulled her fingers out and had this devilish smirk on her. "Mm, not so fast, love" She took the hand that was toying with Miko's chest to pull Miko's hand away from her clit.

She was panting "Ei," She whined out her name "That's not- that's not fair"

"Patience, Miko. In due time, love" Ei's voice was sultry in her ear. Miko just let out a frustrated groan. Ei showed Miko the fingers that were inside her just a second ago, then pressed them against her lips. Miko opened her mouth and licked Ei's fingers clean while avoiding eye contact with you "I want you to come riding them"

Ei looked at you and pointed at a bottle that you presumed had lube in it. You grabbed it a little uncertainly, but Ei nodded, so you spilled some onto the toy and used your hand to spread it over evenly.

Ei pulled her fingers out of Miko's mouth. "Come on, Miko. They're waiting" Ei chose a slightly bigger toy than normal and Miko looked back at Ei hesitating momentarily.

Miko moved to you and positioned herself over your hips, still avoiding direct eye contact with you. You held the toy by the base, to help guide it in. "It's okay, Miko" You tried to make her feel a bit better. She finally looked you in the eyes but only to glare. But you just gave her a sheepish grin.

Miko finally started to let her hips move down and let out a deep breath as the tip slid in. When the toy was about halfway in, Miko whined at how big it was and paused. Ei moved behind her again, and kissed her shoulder blade "It's okay, you can do it Miko" Ei comforted her familiar, her hands carressing Miko's waist.

You proceeded to rest your hands on either side of Miko's waist "Fucking god-" Miko's eyes were shut tight, holding her breath You felt your stomach flutter each time Miko gasped as she sank a little further down.

You watched intently as Miko took the last few centimeters, seeing the toy completely inside your hips now flush against each other. You rubbed soothing circles with your thumb into her hip. Miko's weight pressed the harness into your clit, you were a lot more sensitive than you thought. She took a minute to adjust to the size before trying to move.

"Take it slow," Ei was trying to soothe Miko from the pain of stretching around the strap with kisses across her shoulder and back.

Miko hissed back "I know" She started to grind against the strap and repeated again but softer "I-I know" You were resisting the urge to thrust up into her, but the friction of her grinding against you made it hard to resist.

As Miko started to rock her hips faster, it brought some relief to the throbbing ache in your clit and you started to breathe heavily in and out of your mouth. Miko's movements transitioned slowly from grinding to moving up and down your strap, her panting turning into lewd moans.

You didn't want to thrust into her and accidentally hurt her so you opted to beg instead. "Miko, please go faster" your voice was breathy.

Miko leaned her upper body forward, placing her hands on either side of your head on the pillow, supporting herself to stay upright. "God, you're so fucking needy" Her tone was condescending but her voice was shaky and filled with pleasure.

Miko started to bounce on the toy faster, and you groaned still wanting more friction against your core, the urge to move your hips in rhythm with hers was unbearable. So you just tightened the grip you had on her hips. You could feel the wetness of your pussy leaking down onto the sheets.

You kept flicking your eyes from Miko's blissed-out face to the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy getting fucked. When she was moving at a quick speed, you couldn't help but slam her hips down to the hilt of your strap. Ei reveled in watching her two needy playthings desperately seek out more pleasure

"Fuck-!" Miko cried out your name. "More" She choked out. You started to push your hips into her, hands still firmly holding Miko's waist. When Miko would slide down, you would thrust up into her roughly, you couldn't stop the sounds from your throat now.

"A-am I going too rough?" You asked tentatively.

Miko growled "No, shit- it's good" Her sentence was barely coherent, and she placed one of her palms against your chest harshly, the weight of her leaning on you was her way of showing she was still in control of you. "Now, shut it and keep going"

You and Miko were so absorbed in the pleasure of one another, that neither of you noticed when Ei got up from the bed to put on the other harness.

Miko closed her eyes "Baby, you're so good. So so good" she said as she approached her orgasm. You were ashamed to admit it but, you had the same tension built just from her riding you.

The pressure of her hand made it a tad hard to breathe "Ah-Miko- I think I'm close" Fucking your hips into Miko wasn't just about her pleasure anymore, you were selfishly doing anything that gave your sensitive bud more pleasure.

Miko's breathing and sounds became more inconsistent. You wanted her to look at you while she came "Wait, Miko, l-look at me," You tried to keep your pace so Miko could finish first, but every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, and with your clit throbbing, you could barely hold on.

She opened her eyes half-lidded. Her sharp nails dug into the pillow, and then she suddenly let out a sharp cry. Sobbing out your name over and over. You didn't last much longer, seconds after Miko tipped over the edge, you felt the heat in your body explode like a firework. The both of you were just whining and chanting the other's name.

Miko let herself fall forward your lips crashing together, moaning into your mouth as you both rode out together. Your orgasm lasted a little longer than normal, you were still bucking your hips into Miko after her orgasm had already ended. She pulled away from your lips "Wait calm down I'm sensitive!" She told you.

You finally rested your hips down against the bed, and Miko collapsed on top of you, strap still inside her. You wrapped your arms around Miko hugging her, your heart was still rapidly beating.

The bed dipped as Ei went to sit next to you both again, she was rubbing Miko's back "You are both so amusing when you're needy" Ei let you have a long moment to recuperate.

Miko sat up carefully, and slowly raised her hips up and off the toy, you were prideful when you saw the entire toy and the front of the harness drenched. Miko then moved to lie next to you, partially slumped against the headboard, after all, riding you tired her out a great deal.

You refocused your attention on Ei, who was now wearing the other strap she had put aside earlier. "Are you up for round two, baby? We don't need to if you're too tired already, but I'd like to give you attention too." You still felt the post-high throbbing in your legs and clit.

"No, no, I'm okay. I want to" You sat up and before you could start loosening the straps of the harness, Ei was already doing it for you, pulling it off you, and setting it aside.

"You're such a good pet, pleasing us" Ei loved to praise when she could. "Sweet puppy, was so patient waiting for your turn" You looked to the side timidly, and Ei placed her hand under your chin, making you look her in the eyes and repeated "You did so good" Her words made you putty in her hands.

"On all fours, over Miko" You moved, to the position Ei told you. Miko's legs separated your knees, and you put your forearms down against the bed.

"Hello, again little one" Miko had already regained her composure after riding you. You sunk your head down to give Miko a quick kiss. "Still need more hm, you're insatiable sometimes"

"I would've been okay with just pleasing you both. I have fun doing that too. And I did already come" You replied. You couldn't see, but you felt Ei shifting behind you.

Miko chuckled "How generous of you. So you call grinding into me wildly just for me?"

"I-" She got you there "It felt good"

Ei interrupted Miko's teasing "Do you need my fingers first?" She ran a finger through your slit, surprising you.

"No, I'm okay I think," You said weakly.

"Excited aren't you" Ei placed her hands on your hips and let the strap move through your wetness. The toy grazed over your clit and you let out a needy whine. Miko just smirked at your reactions, and you shut your eyes.

She positioned herself at the entrance of your cunt and Ei pushed the tip in slowly, and you breathed deeply. "Gentle please, I just came" Ei let a quiet laugh slip out, as she pushed deeper inside, feeling it stretching your walls.

When it pressed against your G-spot you gasped and followed it with a groan. By the time Ei was completely inside, you felt full. It wasn't the biggest thing you've taken, but it still made your arousal drip down your thighs. "Are you okay?" Initially, Ei was always careful when using the strap, and let you get used to it inside. But you just wanted her to start moving already.

"Yes" You replied, and Ei took this as her cue to move. She pulled back and pushed in slowly. Fuck, you asked for her to go gentle but now you just wanted her to take you. She continued pulling in and out at a slow and steady pace for a minute, and then you begged "Ei, faster" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Ei started to go faster for you, and your quiet sounds turned into loud moans filled with pleasure. Since your eyes were closed you didn't notice when Miko moved her hand until you felt her circle your clit. "Ah!" you cried, the sound seemed to echo through the room. You shot your eyes open to see Miko's devilish smirk under you.

You involuntarily moved your hips forward so Miko would press your clit harder, but Ei pulled your hips back "No moving little one". Miko smacked your clit lightly and you yelped, knowing that you would buck your hips once more. Ei slapped your ass making you yelp again, and pulled your hips back "I said stay still, baby"

You were stuck between wanting to push your hips back into Ei to make her go harder and wanting to grind against Miko's hand, but you tried your hardest to listen and not move. "Ha- harder" You begged again.

"Oh? I thought you said you wanted it gentle today" Ei put more power behind her movements, and your moans got higher and became more frequent. "Needy puppy, I guess it can't be helped." Every time the toy hit that spot inside you, every stroke against your clit sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. The closer you got to your second orgasm, the louder you were.

Miko taunted you "Try to quiet down little one, you don't want everyone to hear you" After saying that she rubbed your clit faster, in all honesty, part of Miko wanted you to embarrass yourself like that.

You let your upper half fall into Miko but kept your hips still, resting your head between the crook of Miko's neck, your back now arched. You pressed your mouth against her shoulder, trying to muffle your increasing volume. Miko took this opportunity to bite around the same spot she did earlier, but without breaking your skin open like last time.

Ei placed a hand in the middle of your arched back "Poor puppy, is it too much?" her tone wasn't remorseful at all, but the fake sympathy fueled the fire and you pushed your hips back into Ei, thankfully she allowed it, but she went ahead and started pounding your cunt harder.

Each sensation and each word said to tease you built that tension inside you, like a rubberband about to snap. You moved your head to uncover your mouth "Ah- shit, I-" You couldn't articulate a single sentence, let alone enunciate a word without a moan breaking it up.

"Pathetic pet can't speak, try again" Ei ridiculed.

You finally screamed out "Close!"

Ei stayed consistent with her movements, but the moment Miko thrummed her fingers faster against your clit, it sent you over the edge. In an instant, the heat in your core and stomach snapped, and white-hot pleasure coursed through your body like electricity. you balled your fists and your body shook as you screamed into Miko's shoulder.

Neither of them slowed their movements, trying to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. They only relented when you started to quiet down, once it was all over Miko withdrew her hand from your center.

Ei didn't move and she was still inside you "You okay there little one?" She heard a small 'Mhm' from you. "Okay then, I'm gonna pull out, alright?" You whined, the movement was overstimulating but Ei was just as gentle and careful pulling out as when she first entered you.

After Ei was completely out and moved away to take the harness off, you let the rest of your body collapse on Miko, your entire body pressed against her felt nice. Miko could feel the thumping of your heart "I can feel your heart racing out of your chest" She laughed a bit.

Your mind was hazy, but you could finally speak between deep breaths "I'm so tired"

Ei returned sitting on the left of Miko "I know, I know" Ei scratched gently behind your ear.

You lay there for a couple of minutes before your mind came back to you, "Oh my god, it's so hot" You finally acknowledged your body screaming to get cooled off and you rolled off Miko, laying next to her right on your back.

"I know, your body feels like a furnace" Miko complained and sat up and touched your forehead. You sluggishly moved to sit upright as well and stretched.

"Let's go rinse off together then" Ei suggested. You swung your legs off the bed, limbs feeling like jello, and followed Ei to the bathroom. Ei stripped off her t-shirt and underwear while Miko moved behind Ei to undo her braid.

You pulled the shower curtain open, stepped in, and then turned the knob of the shower, the cold water beating down against your skin and your head cooled you down quickly.

After a minute you turned the shower warmer for both of them and had already put soap in your hair. Miko stepped in, and Ei followed seconds after. You rinsed out the suds in your hair and shuffled past them so they could rinse off too. "It seems like I should get a bigger shower installed," Miko said facing toward the showerhead while washing up. "Perhaps, if you'd permit me to sell entrance tickets to the shrine, I could renovate"

"Honestly, Miko. You're still on about that?" Ei chided.

Miko then turned her back to the showerhead, letting the water wash out the soap. "It was merely a suggestion" You snickered at the conversation and chose to step out and then Miko stepped out with you. Ei took longer in the shower since her hair was so long.

Miko grabbed one of the towels on the counter and unfolded it. As you were about to grab one, Miko tossed the towel over your head and tousled your hair to dry it. "Hey! What're you doing?!"

"Drying you off, obviously"

The sound of the cloth rubbing against your ears wasn't really enjoyable "Miko, mind the ears!" Ei poked her head out of the shower to see what was going on and chuckled.

She pulled the towel off your head and your hair was all puffed up "All done" Miko had a cheeky grin and handed you the towel she used on you.

"Was that really necessary?" You grumbled and patted your body dry.

Miko took another towel and dried her hair, carefully avoiding her ears "I think so"

Ei shut off the shower and Miko handed her the last towel. You had wrapped the towel around your hips and fixed your hair with a comb in the mirror.

"What if I dry your hair off like that?" Ei asked and patted the middle of Miko's damp hair.

Miko turned on her heel and grabbed Ei's wrist. "Don't even think about it" - You all redressed in clean clothes, Ei and Miko were wearing just underwear and shirts, but you wore only your boxers, for you it was more comfortable to sleep that way.

"I'll be right back, I need to grab something before we sleep. Don't lay down yet" Miko told you before exiting the room, leaving the door open.

Ei took the pitcher of water you brought earlier and poured water into the cups, handing you one. "Thanks, Ei" You graciously took it and sat on the bed waiting for Miko to return.

"Did you enjoy everything we did tonight? I wasn't too rough with you, right?" Ei asked a bit sheepishly as she sat next to you.

You gave her a big grin "Of course I did Ei" You drank some water before talking again "I'd let you know if I didn't like anything," you paused again looking down into your cup. "Uh, you could be rougher if you wanted, I don't mind" You felt your face warm up saying that last part.

Ei noted out loud "I'll keep that in mind for next time then" and then drank her water too. "I'm just... troubled about the idea of hurting someone"

Miko walked back into the room holding a small jar. "Ei, there's a safeword for a reason" Apparently, Miko heard the last part of Ei's worrying from down the hall. "And before you ask, I have no complaints about tonight, have some more confidence in what you here" Ei nodded.

Miko stood directly in front of you and twisted the jar open. "What's that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, as she dipped her finger in the jar.

"It's just some ointment for your shoulder" Miko lightly applied the cream onto the bite mark. "This jar is for you to keep since you seem to always be scraped up somewhere"

"This one was your fault though" You kidded.

"Hmm, I remember you saying that you liked it" Miko shot back and leaned down to apply some more of the ointment onto the scrape you got earlier.

"Thanks for giving me that, I'll keep it in my bag. It's really sweet of you"

"Don't mention it" Miko twisted the cap back onto the jar and placed it near your stuff.

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Ei got comfortable under the sheets first, Miko cozied up to Ei on her left, resting her head on Ei's chest and Ei wrapped her arm around Miko. You went to dim the lights, and then Ei lifted the covers for you to get in, then nuzzled your face into Ei's upper arm.

"Sleep well you two" Ei told you both softly

(y’all want a part two?)

[wannaeatramyeon]

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Moon and Tide

F!Reader. Colleagues to Lovers. Mitsuki leaves, Ryuhei has some realisations.

Ryuhei experiences his first heartbreak at nineteen.

(In truth, his heart had broken time and time again with his unrequited love. Each time that Mitsuki dismisses him, each time he saw her with Shiba Inu.

But each time he used to see her, he also fell in love all over again too.)

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Shortly after Sinu Han leaves, Mitsuki also departs.

"What?!" Ryuhei slams both fists down on the boardroom table, "Then I quit." 

"Haven't you harassed her enough? She obviously doesn't want you to follow." Samuel Seo gazes over the top of his glasses, smirk on his face and relishing the blonde's distress.

"Watch your mouth." Ryuhei snarls, low and menacing, a clear warning as any.

"Samuel is right," Eugene is calm, voice even. "Please respect Mitsuki's wishes this one time." Unlike all the other times you've ignored her boundaries does not need to be said.

The room stills at his words. The chairman has spoken, although it does nothing to dissipate the tension. The air hangs heavy. Like an elastic band stretched taut, to its limits. 

Samuel observes Mandeok tensing and Ryuhei’s nostrils flaring, and he wonders who will break first.

Ryuhei's eyes flit around the room. The silence, lack of support, from Kenta or even yourself is damning.

"Fuck you," he hisses. Leaving, not wanting to be here a second longer.

The door slams, reverberating off the walls.

"My apologies for Ryuhei's interruptions," Eugene gestures to you, "In Mitsuki's absence, Y/N will take on her duties and title."

You give a curt nod to the rest of the room, acknowledging your promotion, but your eyes stay glued to Ryuhei's empty seat.

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To both of your surprise, you're the first one to reach out.

(You like to think it’s you fulfilling your new duties as president. The alliance, the uncomplicated relationship you always had with Ryuhei helped too.)

Gently knocking on his room door, calling his name. The voice, the tone, the pitch pulls him out of his mood. Briefly, for a second, before he realises the two of you sound nothing alike.

"Go away," 

He watches you respond by jiggling the handle aggressively. So much so that the entire door shakes then a second later - it opens with you striding in.

"That's handy," Ryuhei, lying in bed, glances over at you rearranging the pins back into your hair, "And a complete invasion of my privacy."

"Like you ever cared about anyone's privacy,"

Right. Another jab about Mitsuki. One that he used to take on the chin because it's true, he's not ashamed. He pines after her openly, certain that everyone in 2A would have heard of his antics by now, if not the whole of Workers.

Tonight is a different story. It's less the wound being raw and tender and more Ryuhei is missing an entire limb.

How can she leave without saying goodbye?

He misses her.

Ryuhei throws the covers over his head.

The message is clear though not enough to drive you out or to muffle your voice.

"You have 3 days to get yourself together, then I need you by my side."

Fuck off he wants to say. But what's the point anymore? 

"I have negotiations that could go wrong. I need all the manpower I can get my hands on."

Like you wouldn't be able to handle it by yourself, a small voice in his brain retorts.

Whatever. This, Workers, everything has all been a complete waste of his time.

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Ryuhei was officially Mitsuki's bodyguard, and it makes sense that his duties now extend to you.

Everything else thus far has transitioned smoothly, except your current dilemma: how do you deal with a bodyguard that doesn't want to guard you?

After the three days, you barge in at the crack of dawn and try to wrestle him out of bed. Out of the room that stinks of despair and depression.

A one sided obsession that has run its course, ended in the best way it could. You don't voice these thoughts out loud.

Ryuhei is a dead weight in your arms, childish and insolent and completely unhelpful. 

He's a grown man. There's little you can do.

Your lips crease thin with fury but no words spill forth.

You leave without him.

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It's a full week later that Ryuhei musters up enough energy to crawl out of bed, throwing on something half presentable to stretch his legs.

Wandering the corridors, guilt creeps over him when he sees you talking to Kenta, right arm bandaged and in a sling.

Kenta nods at his friend's reappearance, you ignore him completely.

Well. He supposes he deserves that.

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Seeing you kick starts a little change. 

Not a lot, enough to get Ryuhei out of bed every day and put up an appearance of semi-normality. Key word: semi.

He slumps over a desk half the time, willing away the hours by fiddling with the edges of papers and documents, heart aching.

(A small part of him, maybe the most pathetic part, wants to doodle Mitsuki's name over and over.)

Other times he takes to training with a ferocity that surprises himself.

The only moments he feels anything other than a hollowness is when he's by your side. Eyes constantly attracted to your broken arm. 

Steel pins, Kenta had mentioned, face grim as he clicks his lighter, adding that it was only thanks to your quick thinking the executives of Workers made it out alive.

Huh, it was that bad?

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The guilt builds, claws under his skin and at his conscience. Could have sworn you were ambidextrous except now he watches you struggle with your dominant hand out of action. 

He's not sure if it's out of stubbornness or forgetfulness that you have used chopsticks all week. Albeit your dexterity has vastly improved since Monday, watching you is nothing short of exasperating.

Ryuhei’s peace offering comes in the form of a spoon.

You've barely exchanged words since that day where you tried to hoist him out of bed. Only on a needs-must basis. Terse and to the point.

You were thoroughly pissed off and everyone knew it.

Righteous in your anger at first. You had explicitly said that you needed all hands on deck, implicitly asked for his help and frustrated he couldn't separate his personal feelings enough to do his job when there are lives at stake. Over the past couple weeks, your ire has reduced, cooled until he is now nothing but a thorn in your side.

"Go on, just take it," The thorn in your side holds out the utensil.

You ignore him.

"Or else I could just feed you?" He offers, a hint of mischief returning to his eyes.

Ryuhei huffs when you tell him he can try if he wants a broken arm to match yours.

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Inch by inch, you thaw.

Would have thawed quicker if Ryuhei lessened his efforts to get back into your good graces, causing headaches and extra work more often than not.

Still, he tries. Following you around, part bodyguard, part puppy. You appreciate it in hindsight. It’s almost cute.

Little by little, he also regains the bounce in his step.

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Ryuhei tries once to contact Mitsuki.

She says she has no plans to return or to see him again.

She doesn't offer anything else.

He stays silent the whole time.

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Some may consider that a form of closure, Ryuhei isn’t sure. Things at least get slightly easier after that.

Once an all encompassing searing pain, the hurt and heartbreak eventually settles and dulls into a throb.

Normalcy becomes less of a facade.

Ryuhei flips off Eugene in earnest, tells Samuel Seo to eat shit with sincerity, struts 2A with his confident gait once more.

"Nomen," you nudge him lightly with your shoulder. Even with your mask on, he can hear the smile in your voice. "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah," he agrees. It is good to be back.

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Not everything is smooth sailing, however.

In his more melodramatic moments, in which there are many, Ryuhei vows never to love again, endure a lifetime of chastity, promising to never so much as gaze at another woman.

You snort at the declarations.

"What?" He snaps and you pointedly return his gaze as he remains indignant, "You don't count."

You let that particular one slide but- "Who's going to sleep with you anyway, you're a pathetic asshole."

"A very handsome pathetic asshole," he corrects.

"Hmm." Yet you don't disagree.

It's only later that day, stuck in another godforsaken meeting with you and Eugene, when boredom strikes and his mind wanders that Ryuhei realises that you didn't refute his claim.

He watches you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed.

Huh.

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Ryuhei doesn't care about you, not like he cares about Mitsuki. Though he doesn't care about anyone the same way he cares (cared?) about her.

It's not personal.

His relationship with you has always been easy, flirtatious without intent. 

Sharp words and double entendres litter your conversations. Fun during the better moments, aggravating during others. Skin deep, superficial. He doesn't know you beyond the limits of your words, not really, and the experience is mutual.

Others have commented on your strength and character before. Formidable. A force to be reckoned with.

Even more have taken note of your looks, a common water cooler topic. 

To Ryuhei, you're like the moon. Sure you're nice to look at. Yet when Mitsuki is the stars and beyond; dazzling, glittering with untold adventures, how can anyone possibly compare?

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(In the end, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Though not in the way Ryuhei expects.)

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He carries out his new bodyguard tasks without complaint. 

It only made sense with your arm out of commission, and him technically and almost literally being your right hand man, that he carries your bag, your coffee too. Really, whatever you need.

What’s more, he now knows you take your coffee exactly like him. Quadruple shot, milky and disgustingly sweet.

Spends more time scrolling on your phone than a president probably should.

Hate sitting with your back to the door. And in meetings where there are no other options, Ryuhei makes sure to position himself opposite instead of being next to you. Himself sat where you would have preferred. One eye on any potential dangers and the exit route, giving a reassuring, roguish smile that eases your worries.

Bags under your eyes naturally mean a poor night’s sleep. Bags under your eyes and hair in a ponytail means you do not want to be here today. Something you would never voice out loud, but Ryuhei can read you anyway. 

On those days, he makes sure he’s always one step ahead and extra considerate. He’s not completely altruistic, he also doesn’t want to be shouted at again.

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The emptiness still comes and goes, catches him out when he least expects it. Usually he feels Mitsuki’s absence more than remembers her presence.

Ryuhei notices you a bit more too, these days. Ever since your offhand agreement.

The way you say his name is nothing like how she used to. The way you look at him is nothing like how she used to. 

It’s actually warmer.

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“You fucking idiot,” your tone is a complete contrast to your gentle hands, now completely healed and bandaging up his instead.

Ryuhei pouts with mock hurt and you roll your eyes. You will not give him sympathy, not for this.

(A yelp diverted your attention earlier today, and you rushed to find Kenta holding his lighter and Ryuhei cradling his own hand, wincing in pain.

You took one look at the two guilty faces and realised that the blonde moron wanted to learn how to set his finger alight like Kenta without hurting himself.

Ryuhei is one thing, but you expected better from Kenta. You turn to him, disappointment painted on your face and tell him exactly that.

“What about me!” Ryuhei had the audacity to pipe up. You roughly snatched his wrist and dragged him away.)

“Don’t set yourself on fire again,” you punctuate each word by sharply jabbing him in the chest with your finger.

Ryuhei flutters his eyelashes at you in a way he thinks must be quite charming and endearing. Who knows where the hell he got that idea from. You’re tempted to gouge out his eyes more than anything.

Somehow, you manage to resist. You also refrain from rolling your eyes at him again.

(You worry if you do that anymore, they might get permanently stuck and never return back to normal.)

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.

Ryuhei studies his injured hand. Lying in bed, other hand behind his head, holding it up into the direct path of the silver moonlight cutting through the darkness.

He moves it, angles it this way and that. Letting the highlights and shadows illuminate your neat handiwork.

Something about this makes him feel funny. A little light headed.

He can’t recall the last time anyone touched him so kindly. Can’t recall anyone ever taking care of him when he’s been hurt before.

If he squints and looks at the neat little knot just right, he can almost see a heart shape.

.

.

It’s odd.

Were you always this flirtatious? Was he always this coquettish with you?

Did you always return his taunts with such a sparkle in your eyes?

When did you start having so many inside jokes, your own moments snickering together?

And it’s like he can finally see you. No longer subjected to his previous tunnel vision, he finally understands what everyone has been saying.

You’re much more stunning than Ryuhei remembers.

He also doesn’t remember your smile making him feel this way before.

Lastly, he remembers saying ‘you don’t count’. His words have come back to bite him.

.

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Ryuhei wakes up at his usual time on a Wednesday.

It’s a nothing special sort of day.

Slinks out of his bed like he usually does, goes about his day as he usually does, teases you with intention and a quickened pulse. Which… ok, that one is new.

All in all. It’s fine. It’s an unremarkable Wednesday.

Except the dull ache in his chest, one he has had to endure for the last few months, isn't there anymore.

.

.

There’s a different type of guilt at play.

First-

When you’re used to something for years and years, it takes time to break out of a habit. For the first time, Ryuhei begins to see his attachment to Mitsuki as the unhealthy obsession that it is. 

He’s not fully ready to pick this apart just yet.

Second-

How do you separate a rebound from something real? That you’re not just a replacement, a new person to pass the time?

And that idea, that you’re a replacement for anything, shocks him. It’s unimaginable to think of you as a passing fancy because you deserve so much better.

That really should have given him an inkling. 

On the other hand. When Ryuhei has only surrounded his love life with the one red flag, and himself being the other red flag too… he has a lot to learn.

.

.

Unfortunately you did get one thing right: Ryuhei is pathetic. His baseline personality is an absolute simp. 

Maybe it would have been different if his informative years played out differently. Alas.

Alone, he tries to dissect his thoughts and feelings. In your company, he is much more simple. Constantly wanting to capture your attention, which you give easily and with minimal conditions. 

Ryuhei can now read you like the back of his hand, knows your preferences so well that he’s able to anticipate your needs before they develop into needs. Wants, at best. Perhaps not even that.

And when other people look at you, the desire shown easily on their face that he has tried to tamper down, his possessiveness and jealousy flares.

Unsubtle shoulder barges and sneers are thrown in their direction.

But Ryuhei is nothing if not patient. He supposes it won’t be so bad if you turn him down and you’re happy with someone else.

He’s used to that.

Giving you the opportunity to turn him down though, he’s not sure yet how to go about.

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.

Conveniently, an opportunity does arise.

Celebrating the new Fifth Affiliates, Eugene had said, showing his face at the gathering for about ten minutes before leaving. 

Then the two newbies, who Ryuhei doesn’t bother to get the names of because he sure as hell doesn’t want to know anyone with tacky ‘H’ tattoos (on their forehead and neck for crying out loud!), leave shortly after.

Ryuhei also considers it a small victory when Samuel Seo departs, after a very witty verbal sparring to see who can tell each other to fuck off in increasingly creative ways.

“You’re so fucking juvenile,” you sigh, though you begrudgingly admit that you were impressed throughout that display.

“At least I got the last word in,” Ryuhei grins, giving the finger to Samuel’s retreating back.

The room empties out at a quicker rate now that the non-mandatory, completely optional (if you want to keep your job) gathering is devoid of the more severe senior management.

No more than another 30 minutes pass and only you and Ryuhei remain. Two small figures in an oversized room, full of empty tables but one.

Ryuhei rests one elbow on the table, propping up his head and looks at you with a cocky smile.

“Remember when I said I’m never going to gaze at anyone ever again? That was a lie.”

“Really.” You deadpan, resisting once more the urge to roll your eyes. It might be the most difficult thing you have ever had to do.

“I lied when I said you don’t count too.”

Ryuhei, for all his flaws, has only ever been forthright with his emotions. In his own roundabout and very sex-pest way with Mitsuki, though he did confess in the end. As for right now, well, he has learned his lesson.

You give him a response he didn’t expect.

“I think you should spend more time on your own first.”

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.

Ryuhei is immediately placed on a leave of absence the next day.

You explain clearly to him as he sits opposite, his very official letter scrunched in his fist and feeling extremely petulant, that while you do like him, he needs some distance to everything.

He only hears the first part. You like him? You? Like? Him? The words swim round and round in his mind.

“Ryuhei,” you snap your fingers and him out of his daze.

“Then what’s the problem?” he whines.

“Don’t make me into another Mitsuki,” Ryuhei opens his mouth to argue that he won’t, there is no way- 

“Ryuhei,” you repeat his name again in an authoritative tone that leaves no room for argument. Echoing your words from yesterday. “You need to spend more time on your own. This is non negotiable.”

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Ryuhei sulks like there is no tomorrow.

Tries to manifest you outside his door but to no avail. He doesn’t see you at all.

That just about surmises his first week.

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.

The week after, he thinks about you. How strange that you started as colleagues, almost friends first. How well he actually knows you.

Now months after Mitsuki has left, Ryuhei can only piece together fragments of her.

Even still, he had never seen the whole picture. He never knew her in her entirety, only the portrait he painted.

What becomes exceedingly clear is his one sided behaviour.

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.

The fog, the rose tinted glasses fully lifts in the fourth week.

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The sixth week he carefully pries open the past.

Gently picks apart what he wasn’t ready to before.

Moments of self reflection are painful, embarrassing. If the earth could open up and swallow him whole, he would gladly take it.

He still feels something for Mitsuki, though pertaining more to the remorse and shame side rather than anything else.

In an ideal world, he would seek her out and offer an apology for his past behaviour. However, in the real world, that only helps to alleviate his own conscience. 

He has already reached out once before and she has given her answer.

Nothing else from Ryuhei now would benefit either party.

.

.

Two full months later, Ryuhei sees you once again at work.

Your smile still makes his heart flutter and brain short wire.

Except he can now see you as a whole person, all your flaws and faults too. What he used to ignore with Mitsuki, blinded by his obsession. 

His feelings for you don't change.

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.

Ryuhei wonders when he started to like you.

Thinks his heart liked you before his brain even realised. When the time is right, he needs to apologise for how long it took him to fully catch up.

.

.

He remembers thinking of you as the moon once, paling in comparison to the stars and the great beyond. 

That wasn’t quite fair. Wasn't accurate at all.

If you are the celestial body, luminous and hung high in the heavens by the gods themselves, then Ryuhei considers himself the tide.

He understands now, with its lunar radiance, there is nothing that comes close.

Quite simply: 月が綺麗ですね

(The moon is beautiful, isn't it?)

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.

At twenty, Ryuhei experiences real love.

Experiences what it truly means to love and to be loved.

[areislol]

"i love you, i always have."

"c'mon inu! you know i've always wanted to go out when it's snowing!" you smiled, grabbing a hold of his hand and dragging him out onto the snowy path.

inumaki smiles ever so softly at your happiness, letting you drag him outside—the sound of snow crunching at every step he took, his eyes focused on the back of your head, the misty clouds that escape your lips as you huff from running.

he wishes he could yell out "slow down!" but his curse prevents him from doing so, all he can do is hope that you eventually get tired and slow down, (un)fortunately for him, you're a bundle of energy.

you could feel your hot breath hitting your scarf, warming your face up. the soft, fleeting misty clouds leaving your lips as you huffed. "isn't it so fun, inumaki? look at the snowflakes!" you point out, using your other hand and pointing up at the glistening snowflakes that drift lazily towards the ground.

inumaki looks up, taking in the scene of the snowflakes (that had such intricate designs) twirling down onto your hair and nose, causing you scrunch up your nose. inumaki grins at your reaction, you were so adorable.

the view itself was serene, the snow-covered trees and buildings create a serene atmosphere, as if nature itself is taking a peaceful rest. but what really complimented and pulled everything together was you.

his gaze barely left you, his eyes trained soley on you.

"ah!" the panic in your voice alarmed inumaki when all of the sudden, he toppled over you. you had somehow managed to slip on the snow and rolled down. inumaki, too, had fallen down and was toppling over you as he tried to stop you and himself from rolling down any further.

but before you knew it, you both had stopped at the bottom of a steep, specs of snow covered your hair, eyelashes, scarf and your clothing's. you were out of breath, adrenaline running throughout your body—trying to take in everything that just happened.

your gaze wanders off to inumaki's face, you were met with large, wide eyes, his scarf stooped below his chin, "hah..." he was breathing heavily, staring right back at you.

he expects you to freak out or yell in pain but soon the sounds of loud laughter could be heard. "that... that was so cool!! wasn't it inu? and- and oh my god did you feel the adrenaline? and-" you were cut off by the sudden warm embrace.

"huh?"

you allow him to hug you, as you too wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, your face nuzzled in his neck. "what's wrong? was it not fun..?"

inumaki sits there, just hugging you in silence with only the sounds of his heavy breathing, he abruptly pulls away, his hands gripping your shoulders as he intensely stares at your flushed face.

as the snowflakes fell gently from the sky, creating a soft blanket of white all around the both of you, his heart beat faster and faster. the freezing winter weather mirrored the icy nerves that gripped his heart, but he couldn't let fear hold him back any longer. the realization of how close he was to you made his heart pound in his chest, matching the rhythm of the falling snow.

this was his moment, and he couldn't let it slip away.

"y/n."

your eyes widened at the sound of his low, hushed voice. "yes?" you await for his response, your heart began picking up its pace.

"i love you."

at his words your breath hitched, the realization of what he had just confessed dawned on you. inumaki loved you.

tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to fall. you had waited for so long to hear those three words, and now he had finally said it.

you took his hands in yours, your touch warming his soul in ways he never thought was possible. and with a voice filled with equal parts joy and love, you whispered, "i love you too."

as you held his hands you noticed the growing shimmer in his eyes as you accepted his confession and feelings, his chest heaving up as his cheeks flushed red from excitement.

there was silence.

and before you two knew it, you were both inching closer to each other—eyes closing slightly before finally, your soft lips meeting his. it was short, soft and passionate.

you pulled away, beads of tears rolling down your cheeks. that was your first kiss. your fingers reached up and touched your lips softly before looking up at inumaki. "it's not what i expected it to feel like.." you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks.

inumaki cocks his head to the side, wondering if you meant that in a good or bad way. understanding him, you chuckled and shook your head, "no, inumaki, not in a bad way. i liked it very much"

and with your answer he tenderly smiles at you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he pulls you in for another kiss, letting this one last longer.

the snowflakes danced around the both of you, the snow-covered landscape served as a metaphor your love. pure, delicate, and capable of creating beauty wherever it touched.

in that moment, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of the snowy landscape, inumaki realized that confessing his feelings in such a magical setting was worth every nerve-wracking second. the snow had become a witness to your love story, forever etching this moment in his and your heart.

note: i just wanted to write a little something for my favourite boy :) he's just so AGH i wanna eat his cheeks and continue his clan generation thing like c'mere lemme be the birth giver of your babies

this was also very heavily inspired by josee, the tiger and the fish. everybody go find yourself a man like tsuneo. i literally bawled my eyes out when i finished the movie like god damn.

this was.. sort of self-indulgent? i mean i wrote it for me bc i always wanted someone to confess to me while it snowed but WHATEVER

[saturnselkies]

Thanks for the tag @i-mybrunettelady!!!😊 I did it for both my commander and wayfinder & if you're reading this and want to do it, you're tagged (and please tag me in your post! So I can read).

-- B A S I C S

name: Penelope Starbinder (formerly Ry). age: 34. She was born on November 1 (Season of the Colossus/Scorpio. I picture her with an Aquarius moon and an Aries rising!). race: She had two mothers, one is Canthan and the other was a Mist Being with draconic blood. gender: NB femme (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Holosmith and Commander/Champion of Aurene.

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Currently a copper orange. eyes: Right now her eyes have a purple and yellow hue which is impossible in-game, but that's the kind of shade. skin: Tanned. tattoos/scars: She has a tattoo on the base of her neck, it's supposed to represent her title of Starbinder. I haven't designed it yet because I haven't had the opportunity to draw her back AJKFJSF but yeah. Scars: one on her left breast/shoulder from when Bangar shot her.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Mimi Ry (deceased) and Nvaa (deceased). siblings: Her twin sister Deanna Starlighter (formerly Ry). grandparents: Unknown. Her human mother had no family of note. in laws and others: Jormag - not officially married, but… honestly they have 6 children together so. It makes the Elder Dragons family ig. LMFAOOO. pets: Starry shiba inu.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Proficient in engineering and holosmith skills; on the same level of Canthan engineering. She would be classified as a genius (she just doesn't use it like asura do, so it's never really commercialized). Great eye for strategy and making small talk with just about anyone. Good at solving things quickly and has a stellar sense of direction. She can't cook good food or sew or anything like that; that's Jormag's thing lol. She doesn't have a hobby or other skills that aren't related to being a commander and she should rethink that. The burnout is real.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Easygoing, extremely loyal, dependable. most negative trait: Martyrdom, impulsiveness, speaks without thinking at times.

-- L I K E S

colors: Purple, gold, cyan. smells: Lavender, coconut, beach. textures: Soft fur/hair, warm skin, weighted blanket. drinks: Energy drinks, cocktails, fizzy soda.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Not usually, but she has. drinks: Yes. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Well yes, canonically so. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

-- B A S I C S

name: Badri the Starstorm (alter ego: The Starfall Ego). age: Unknown, but definitely over 150. race: Unknown. gender: Cis lady (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Wizard and Wayfinder. Chronomancer. (Alter ego: crazily powerful elemental cosmic magic).

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Mousy blonde, very soft and shiny. (Alter ego: very light lavender/iridescent). eyes: Pale with a golden sparkle. skin: Pale purple-blue. tattoos/scars: None.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Unknown. siblings: Unknown. grandparents: Unknown. in laws and others: Isgarren is her father figure and Peitha is her toxic yuri. Isak and her share a pretty strong sibling bond even if they are not related at all. pets: Her moth skyscale, Belle, is very much like a cat to her.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Learned chronomancy from her teacher Basira & her skills are pretty good. She learns any kind of magic pretty easily and with efficiency. She can cook, sew, dance, play instruments, sing, and many other stuff. She's like a swiss army knife of skills. She devoted most of her time to hobbies and reading because she wasn't allowed outside the tower.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Cheerful, tooth-rotting sweet and attentive, caring. most negative trait: Selfish, passive-aggressive, sheltered.

-- L I K E S

colors: Jade, lipstick, periwinkle. smells: Strawberry cake, peppermint, scented candles. textures: Velvet, encrusted gems, embroidery. drinks: Green tea, cocoa with chunky marshmallows, smoothies.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Nope. drinks: Nope. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Nope.

[inukag-archive]

Inuvember 2023 Part 1

In honor of @inuvember InuKag Day, the Archive Mods have put together a 30 item InuKag recommendation list: one InuKag fic per prompt. Since this list is longer than our usual, we've split it into two parts. Enjoy!

Day 1 Inuyasha

I Hate That Fucking Well by @kstewdeux (M)

Post-manga. Inuyasha POV. Inuyasha's inner thoughts and monologues. Rated M for fucking language

Day 2 Kagome

Cinnamon Hearts by @fandomobsessions016 (M)

"So, you may be wondering, what’s this story about anyway? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s about how this queen, almost lost her crown, her throne, but worst of all… it’s about how this queen almost lost her king…

Hindsight, of course, has perfect vision, but at the time I did not. I was a girl becoming a woman who fought bitterly against change that was inevitable. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see what was right in front of me.

What I wanted more than anything was to keep Inuyasha.

High school forced my eyes open, tested our “unshakable” bond and made me confront my biggest fear. All because…

I caught feelings for my best friend.

I like-liked my king."

Day 3 Sango

Forever Home by KittyKatz (M)

How long had he roamed the earth in a form that was not his? Beaten, dirty and caged, he finds one last bit of fortune when she comes to rescue him from this place. But his road to redemption will not be easy. And he will find, that no matter how the world has changed, his old enemy remains. And this time, they plan to destroy him once and for all.

Day 4 Miroku

Under the Northern Lights by @lostinfantasyworlds (E)

Kagome Higurashi has her dream job, working as a photographer for the internationally well-known Yugen magazine. Her career whisks her all around the world, leaving her feeling lonely sometimes but mostly just incredibly grateful to be doing what she loves. When she gets assigned to Alaska for a month to photograph a series of celestial events, she runs into Inuyasha, a half-demon who lives on his own in the middle of nowhere. A mutual attraction draws them to each other, but Kagome's time there is limited. Will giving in to their desire lead to love or heartbreak?

Day 5 Shippo

Oh, But You're Good To Me by @witchygirl99 (E)

It’s a terrible photo, really. The action figure takes up the entire bottom of the screen and part of both of their faces. Shippo’s giggling though, eyes shut and crinkled in his mirth while Inuyasha looks at him. His expression is clearly fond. It’s the softest Inuyasha has ever, ever seen himself.

This is fatherhood, he thinks a little wildly.

He sends the photo to Kagome.

Inuyasha is a single father. Shippo is his adopted son. Kagome isn't supposed to be in the picture, but somehow, she returns anyways. A story about family, love, and all of its obstacles.

Day 6 Sesshomaru

Whispers in the Wind by @ruddcatha (G)

It has been 500 years since Kagome jumped back down the well to be with Inuyasha. A messenger waits to see her family, and is joined by a surprising guest.

Day 7 Rin

My Life Before You by @len-barboza (E) -- based on a story by Mizune-mei

No English language summary provided. Inuyasha había vivido la mayoría de su vida huyendo, un huérfano medio demonio considerado por la gente una aberración, rechazado por demonios y por humanos, pero quien pensaría que esa era una mejor vida, al menos un propósito lo movía; sobrevivir, que sucede con un hanyo con una vida longeva, en completa soledad.

Day 8 Kikyou

Stolen Soul by Kimberly-A (T)

COMPLETE Kikyo uses a spell to exchange bodies with Kagome, leaving Kagome stuck in the dead shell and Kikyo comfortably human. In the aftermath, Inu-Yasha faces difficult choices. InuKag, not very Kikyo-friendly.

Day 9 Koga

A New Moon, A New Start by @pinestripes (T)

Kouga visits the village near the Sacred Tree. On this particular evening, he finds that a certain half-demon is more on edge than usual.

Day 10 Kagura

The Portal Between Worlds by @neutronstarship (E)

Ten years ago, a portal transported Inuyasha from the demon realm to the human realm. Now a half-demon alone in a world he doesn't understand, he will do anything to get home. When Onigumo brings him a book with all the answers, Inuyasha pushes aside his misgivings and works with the man. He just wants to get home, after all.

Kagome just wants to make an extra buck (and find demons), much to Kikyo’s chagrin. That is why she published Demons Among Us! after all. But strange things start happening when she puts the book online. As if people are using it to open the portals that it hypothesized… When Kagura and Sango join the fray, the stakes grow higher as they try to find the source of the portals.

When Inuyasha encounters Kagome, fate is not what it seems. Not one, but two realms are in danger for their survival. What happens when the final portal opens and an unknowable terror is unleashed? Can the Demon Hunters save the world?

Day 11 Naraku

You Rescued Me by @keizfanfiction (E)

Maybe it was fate that he decided to take the back way home that night, but whatever the reason, Inuyasha was grateful for arriving just in the nick of time to rescue a waif of a woman who had clearly been through hell. He never would have imagined that she would end up rescuing him, too.

Day 12 Band of Seven

Delicate by @akitokihojo (T)

To trust someone, to let them in, what an unsettling ordeal. Kagome is easy and safe, and Inuyasha is difficult and guarded. She can put him at ease with a smile, simultaneously setting him on edge. It was nothing until it was something, creating absolute chaos and uncertainty within the both of them.

Day 13 Jinenji/ Shiori

How Does Your Garden Grow? by @dawnrider (M)

An Ingary-esque AU: Kagome, the newest generation of caretakers of the Higurashi House, finally starts to feel like her garden and business is thriving with the help of her friend Jinenji. Their routine is thrown off by the arrival of an injured visitor who does not want to be found...

Day 14 Toga

Taisho School of Acting: A Quick Guide by @jeremymarsh (G)

“Excuse me, what?” Kagome looked at her best friend with eyes as big as saucers, lips parted, and her mind replaying what he had said a moment before – trying to find a sense but to no avail. “You heard me.” Inuyasha scowled, looking down, arms crossed and lips pouting, just like he did every time he didn’t like the topic at hand. The problem was he had started it this time. “Yeah, I did.” Kagome shook her head and inhaled deeply before she continued. “And that’s why I’m asking you to repeat yourself since I’m having problems believing that certain sentences left your mouth.” “I said,” Inuyasha started through clenched teeth, still not meeting her gaze, “come to my family Christmas dinner this Sunday.” He stopped, ran a hand through his silver mane, closed his eyes, murmured something unintelligible and then added: “As my girlfriend.”

Where Inuyasha tries to fool his parents and miserably fails.

Day 15 Izayoi

The Silence of Daisies by Fierywenchxo (T)

Inuyasha shares with Kagome one of the biggest secrets he's ever kept. One-shot.

READ PART (2) HERE

[xkaidaxxxx]

A person worth loving

Body shaming, foul actions and language, suicidal thoughts, rape, fluffy, Happy Ending( don’t worry)

AGED UP!

Sorry for any errors 3am writing sorry

TRIGGER WARNING

Gojo Satoru is your teacher since you started jujutsu high school. Since it was a small school it was easy to teach everyone based off their year with different curriculums.

Being in a small school meant some people know your secrets before you do. Inumaki is your boyfriend. How did that happen….one day you fell into his trap. He managed to get you into skipping school. You had fun the entire day with him..until midnight hit. He walked you back to your dorm somewhat forced himself in. You guys talked about random things, you knew Inumaki was a rebel but not like this. He handed you a joint. “ Come on pretty girl. You’ll feel amazing.” He said. You were so Innocent. New into the dating world. You let yourself let go. Those type of days went on for weeks. He was constantly flirting,gifting you things, being a good guy, when in reality it was part of his plan. His plan on making a VIRGIN chubby girl fall in love and taking her innocence. He knew you’d be so easy to fool. Maki is your best friend. She warned you constantly. “I’m telling you because I care. You’re not only my best friend…you’re like my sister.” You rolled your eyes,” Inumaki is an amazing person Maki. He’s sweet and kind. He’d never do anything to hurt me. We’re going on a date. I’m so excited!” You said giggling. Inumaki walked into your room scanning your body. He was grossed out. In his eyes you were nothing but fat walking around. “ You look wonderful but you need to lose weight. Your stomach rolls when you sit down. Come on let’s go.”

As time passed by you stopped talking to Maki…“ Inumaki stop..h-hey no stop it.” You said struggling to get out of his grip. “ Oh come on we’ve been dating for almost 6 months. It’s about time we have sex.” He said smirking. He forced your shorts and panties off. “ I bet your pussy is so tight.” Tears slipped. “ S-stop Inu! I’m not ready…ho-“ you couldn’t finish. You felt him deep inside. He didn’t prep you. He slammed in not caring about you at all. You felt sharp pain as he thrusted in and out. You kicked a lot but eventually felt defeated and stopped. “ fu-fuck baby so good.” He groaned. You felt a sting on your face. He slapped you harshly. “ You’re taking me so well…good girl. Not making me struggle anymore. Oh come on give me a smile.” He spoke continued to roam your body. Time passed. “ Well Happy anniversary.” He winked changing and left. You laid there. Blood covering your thighs. Face red from the slap. His handprint on your neck. You cried all night remembering all the times Maki warned you.The follow days were horrible. Gojo noticed your change in clothing style. You wore jeans instead of shorts,kept your hair down, wearing thin long sleeves shirts.“ You completely changed your style y/n. Love the dark colors.” He said moving close to you. You smiled. Genuine smile. “There’s that cute smile. We can have lunch together. My treat.” He said smiling. Gojo had a feeling that your relationship with Inumaki was hell. A shit show. He noticed how you moved. Getting up you’d wince. The way you walked sometimes you’d stumble. Inumaki was waiting for you at the door with his evil eyes. You got scared. “N-no thanks sir. I always have lunch with Inumaki.” You replied grabbing your bento box. “ You should tell him you want to eat alone or with old friends next time.” Gojo said with a serious face and tone. You laughed it off and left with Inu.

“Stop eating so much. That’s why you’re fat. Clothes look bad on you. Skip meals.” He judged as you ate. “You’re right.” You replied closing your bento box. “Good. Ignore your hunger.” You stayed silent as he ate. “Are you bleeding? Ugh you stained the floor. Are you on your period?” He asked. You cut your thighs and wrists. “No. I fell yesterday and landed wrong.” You replied cleaning the stain you left behind on the ground. “Don’t talk to me that way. This is your only warning.” He replied in a stern voice. “It won’t happen again.” You held your tears back following him back to class. “ Everyone settle down. 1st years math exam then 30minutes of training. 2nd years training time. Outside now. Don’t go crazy. 3rd years it’s exam time. All subjects.” He spoke handing out the exams to the 1st and 3rd years. You finished your science questions first then reading and math then English. As you circled a question you felt your pants soaking the blood. Your eyes widened. “Y/n is everything okay?” Gojo asked standing beside you. You flinched. “Y-yeah chilly for me today.” You replied. He took his jacket off placing it around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but blush. It made you happy. “Thank you sir.” You quickly put it on. You were chubby so you did struggle a bit to zip it up. He noted to buy a size or two up that way you could wear his clothes. One day at least. You’re 18. Legal but one day you’d wear his clothes.

You were the last to finish your exam. Everyone left the room. “You’re still here? Is everything alright?” Gojo asked watching you. You had to play this carefully. “ I um...I’m stained.” You confessed. He realized what you meant. “You got your period.” He asked. Normal guys would get grossed out. He didn’t. He’s totally cool about it. “Yes.” “Now stand. I’ll clean the chair. Wrap my jacket around your waist. It’ll cover the stain. I’ll walk you to your dorm.” He said. You stood up and he did exactly what he said. Cleaned it with alcohol and alcohol wipes. You felt sad you had to lie. Once you both reached your dorm you thanked him. “Alright shower and stay warm. If the cramps kick in hard I can go buy you Midol.” You smiled. Gojo is a man you wish you had. Not an abusive guy. “Thanks sir.” You both exchanged numbers. He left. You saw Inumaki “It’s about time I teach you a lesson.” You whimpered. Big Mistake bringing Gojo to your dorm and exchanging numbers.

One weekend you told Inu you’d visit your parents. You lied. “Hey beautiful.” Gojo said. “Hi handsome .” “Today I’m spoiling you. Get whatever you want. I mean whatever.” He said walking into the first store. He followed you as you looked around. A pair of navy blue platforms caught your attention. You saw the price 230 dollars. You quickly lost interest. Gojo called a worker over. “Ma’am may you get these shoes in a size 7.5” he smiled. The lady nodded and left. “They’re expensive.” “anything for you darling” he said. “Here you go sir.” The lady said handing the shoes over. “Thank you madam.” You smiled as you tried the shoes on. At the check out he paid 957 dollars. He held the bags. Walking to another store you saw a bag you’ve been wanting. “Grab it baby with the matching wallet too.” You thought-he did say anything..- once it was charged you were in heaven. Best 3,700 dollars he’s spent to see you happy. Hours passed“Mhm baby here’s your new phone and laptop. You needed an upgrade.” Your jaw dropped. This one was over the top. Almost 1,999 for the laptop and the phone each.Girls noticed the amount of bags you had. They whispered that you’re having sex with him to buy you things. “Don’t listen. You’re my girl.” He said kissing you. You returned it. “Now is there anything you want or need?” “Feminine products and g-groceries.” You replied embarrassed. Hours passed. You set your things down. He helped placing the clothes away. You finished the process of transferring info to your new phone and laptop. “Hey Maki said yo” Inu held his anger back. “We’ll call later Kay.” You said to Gojo and he left worried. Beating time.

You noticed Gojo did little things that made your day. He did flirt a lot but you loved it. It was hard to date him well you were with Inu and he’s your teacher. You noticed more happiness when being with him throughout the day. Although you knew Inu was watching. Knowing you’d learn a lesson everyday. It was worth it. Gojo was everything and more to you. He always makes you smile. Always giving you his heart.

It was now 8 months together with Inu…he made you take him every week. Whether you liked it or not. “ You piece of shit! Go to hell!” You yelled crying as he hit you. Inu was fully clothed however was very eager to take it all off. He wanted to teach you a lesson first. You were beyond lucky he never dared to use his technique on you. Your teacher was on a night stroll. He heard your yelling from your dorm. “I knew it. That asshole.” He whispered. Gojo didn’t hesitate to run over and break down your door. You were naked, bent over your desk. Hand prints, bruises and bites everywhere. His heart stopped for a moment. Rage took over his mind. You got away from Inumaki coving yourself with a blanket. You witnessed Gojo beating him. Blood on his hands. You let him beat Inumaki. He deserved it. They bumped into things in the room. Your desk, the night bedside table, the body mirror. It got way out of hand. You were scared. “911. Y-yes that’s it.Move y/n. I’ve got this.” You spoke grabbing your phone. A few minutes passed. Cops and ambulances surround the area. Gojo gave the final punch knocking Inumaki out. He walked over to you staying at a distance. “M-may I hold you?” He asked. You rushed into his arms holding the blanket around yourself. “ Y-you’re safe now.” Gojo held you carefully. “ Arms above your head. Now!” One of the 4 cops yelled. Reading the room wrong. One loaded his gun. “N-No stop. He saved me. Don’t sh-shoot. S-stop. Stop it. No No don’t hit me. Don’t hurt me. Stop.” You spoke.They triggered your fears. “ Put the guns down. She’s scared. Do you have any idea what shes been through?” Gojo said holding you close. Not wanting to let you go. Paramedics walked in helping Gojo lay you on the bed. “You’re going to be okay sweetie. What’s your name?” The lady asked. Your mind was fuzzy. “ My name..y/n l/n. Gojo.” You looked around as they secured the bed on the ambulance. “Where is he?” You asked. “ Calm down. You need to relax.” You hit the paramedic who was only trying to check your vitals. “S-stop stay away!Gojo! Help me! Make them go away! Gojo!!” You yelled scared. You’re triggered. It’s an okay response. Gojo ran over getting on the ambulance. He didn’t get to finish his statement to the cops. “I’m here. You’re good. Relax. Let them do their job. They’re making sure you’re okay.” He held your hand. Instantly you relaxed.

Hours later Gojo finished his police report and stayed with you at the hospital. “ s-so..what are you looking for?” Gojo asked the doctor and nurses.“ Since you’re not a parent nor guardian we are not allowed to release information about the patient. “ We have to ask you to leave the room.” Shoko spoke. The cops, male nurses and Gojo left the room. Shoko quickly took her phone out messaging Gojo about what’s going to happen. “ Sweetheart. We have to examine you okay…see if you’re healthy down there.” You looked at the nurses, “I need him here.” Shoko brought him inside. “Y/n?” He reached through the curtain. Finding your hand. Your fingers intertwined. You both relaxed. You winced. You knew they’d have to check for STDs or any vaginal issues. Once that finished. They lifted the gown further up. Applying gel on your lower stomach. “Y-you’re kidding right? There’s no way!” You yelled. “Y/n? Shh it’s alright. I can’t pass the curtain. Privacy you know.” He spoke. As they moved the stick around. Nothing was found. You were so relieved.

Medical proof of sexual abuse was given. Inumaki was locked up behind bars for many years to come.

A year passed. 19yrs old. You graduated and now you’re a full fledged sorcerer!

“You look so sexy.” Gojo said hugging you from behind. You smiled. “Thank you for buying me the dress. I love it.” You replied. You were finally so confident. All it took was love. “ it compliments your curves. Love handles. Rolls. Your thighs. You’re so sexy.” You couldn’t help but giggle noticing his problem. He groaned. “3rd time today.” “Oh really?” You asked. “Yeah. You rubbed up against me when waking up, then you walked around with only panties and my shirt on. Then this dress.” He complains about it but always fixes his hard in front of you. Shamelessly. You enjoyed watching him. The way he throws his head back moaning. His dick twitching. The way he teases himself by stroking himself fast then slow. You even touched yourself too. Showing each other how you masturbate. You both didn’t want to go farther than that. You both promised to take it slow. “Don’t go. I need to see you.” He spoke stroking himself fast. He’s sensitive. You blushed sitting down. “please cum for me Satoru.” You said in a soft voice and that’s all it took. Cum spurted onto his hand. “I love you in many ways y/n” he said. You grabbed his hand and licked it clean. “Y-You don’t have to..we’ve only started dating 5 months ago and started our sexual relations last month. Don’t force yourself.” He said putting his boxers and jeans back on. “I wanted to try it. It tastes good actually” you confessed, cheeks blushed. Gojo held you close. “I’m in love with you.” Both said in unison. Laugher bounced off the walls. Love in the air. As you cuddled on the couch you both said fuck going out. In each other’s arms is all you wanted to do. Cuddle up and sleep,

[fuedalreesespieces]

tanabta-knight

A collaboration with @mrfeenysmustache for @inu-spiration!

summary:

“Is it truly that simple?” Kikyo remarked. She crossed her long legs and gazed at Kagome’s shoulder, where the light pink fabric snagged on the bamboo stalk behind them.

Kagome managed a shrug. “I don’t know how it ever worked in real life. I’ve only read about them in books. In those, well...the knight would sorta grab the princess’s hand, kiss it, and declare his knighthood. And that would be it.” She paused, chopsticks hovering over her half finished bowl of soba. “I’m sure it’s more complicated than that, but...I don’t know. There’s something nice about simplicity.”

“I see,” was all Kikyo said. She reached for Kagome’s hand, cradling it in her own. Her touch was cold, yet gentle, like collapsing in the soft hug of a winter snowdrift. She brought Kagome’s hand to her lips and kissed it. “Like this, then?”

“Y-yes...” she murmured. Her chopsticks fell somewhere to the ground beside her. “Something...something like that.”

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The lanterns shed bright, burning lights on the shifting crowd, basking their shoulders in buttery heat. Villagers dressed in their finest packed close together in throngs that combed through the streets, all swept clean in preparation for the night, its stones smoothed over by continual footfalls.  Children wove through them carrying fallen streamers in their hands that dragged in limp, colorful tails behind them. Dancers performed in billowy, viscous movements, their graceful limbs as light as rice paper, swaying just like the lanterns above. 

The shadow of two women sloughing through the crush caught the attention of some of the townspeople. They carried with them no finery or tidy appearance, but the one on the left managed an air of dignity as she strode past, despite her sullied miko robes. 

The other woman, scantily clad, lugged her broken bow with nothing short of irritation. As the two approached the communal bathhouse, she forwent any pleasantries with the staff, much to the chagrin of her companion.  

A curious, perhaps concerning pair, the villagers decided. Both strangers descended into the bathhouse and the festivities resumed, but the visage of the two women, contrasting harshly against the other, never faded from their collective thoughts. 

“Ahh,” Kagome groaned, sinking into the water. “That’s the stuff.” 

Kikyo sank below the water with less enthusiasm, her long hair pooling out beside her. She maintained the same stiff, unamused expression she’d donned when Kagome had rushed into the bathhouse, so elated at the possibility of washing youkai guts off herself that she’d ignored the bathhouse host in her excitement.  “Could this not have waited until we regrouped with the others?” 

Kagome grimaced. “Sorry, but if I had to go another second covered in -” she shuddered, wrapping her slim fingers around her shoulders, “-I’d lose it! Isn’t it uncomfortable for you?” 

Kikyo picked at the crusted blood beneath her fingernails, unperturbed. “It is a matter of duty. I think little of it.” 

Kagome squinted, unconvinced. 

Her companion sighed. “I admit it is far from appealing.” At Kagome’s cocky smile, she hurried to change the subject. “Are you hurt?” 

Kagome stood up in the tub, water dripping down the lines of her bare skin. There were a few shallow cuts from falling in attempts to dodge the bakeneko’s enormous paws, but nothing that wouldn’t heal on its own. Still wary, she swam to the tub’s stone rim and sat herself at the edge, pressing cool alcohol wipes to her waist. A low hiss snuck past her lips, but she managed to keep quiet through the cold, stinging sensation rippling through her.  

At last she finished, lightly bandaged herself, and returned to the water. Kikyo averted her gaze. 

“How about you?” Kagome asked. 

Kikyo’s eyebrows drew together. “I need no such attention, Kagome. It is a waste of resources.” She pursed her lips. “You know this.”  

Kagome frowned. Kikyo’s body, for as human as it looked, had been fashioned from clay and was only slightly less fragile. Her injuries were cracks that dented her curves; fissures gliding through the parchment white expanse of her back like she’d been drawn on with ink. Through the fracturing sheen of the water’s surface, Kagome could just glimpse the cracks on Kikyo’s thighs and ankles, and worried for the day that her spiritual powers failed to be enough to hold her together. 

In truth, she’d wanted to address this sooner. They had been tracking a pride of bakeneko possessed by tainted shards, and Kagome had hoped the absence of their other companions would put them in a position to have a private conversation. The elder girl, however, was insistent that there be no discussion on the subject and had shut her down at every turn.  

It wasn’t like Kikyo was doing much for herself, either. She made no effort to be less abrasive in battle – in fact, since joining their group, she’d begun to fight more recklessly than ever before. If it wasn’t Inuyasha ushering them through their meals and waking them up the crack of dawn, it would be Kikyo, albeit less crudely. Her every action was pockmarked with impatience. Even when she walked, she did it as though she were waiting for the ground beneath her to crumble away and bury her severed body among the debris.  

They were all running on an inner timer, but Kikyo most of all. For a single night, Kagome wanted to reach into her and dismantle it.  

Kikyo’s voice pierced through her train of thought. “...if they have no mounts, we may depart on foot, though it would be less convenient for our purposes.” 

Kagome shook her head. “It’s too late to leave the village. We should book a room at an inn and stay the night. It’ll be more dangerous if we leave now.” 

“You will not be in danger,” Kikyo assured her. “I will protect you.” At Kagome’s huff of annoyance, Kikyo continued, the beginnings of a smile on her pale lips, “At the very least, I can keep you from unceremoniously tripping over yourself as you did earlier...multiple times. Or is that a futile effort to pursue?” 

Kagome teasingly flicked a bit of water at her. The unexpected spray of water splashed against Kikyo’s face, and she blinked, frozen for a moment. Then she echoed the motion, and Kagome felt something much larger than a couple of innocent droplets hit her cheeks – Kikyo had retaliated with a full shove of her hand, momentarily submerging Kagome in a wave of steaming water.  

Kagome’s damp hair hung heavy with a fresh, unwarranted rinse. She wiped a hand down her face, clenching her jaw. Kikyo’s lips quivered with hidden laughter. 

“Think you’re so funny, huh?” she grumbled, swiping away a stray line of droplets. There must have been something amok with her face, because Kikyo had begun to laugh. It was a quiet one, more so a light chuckle than an endless bout, but it was a beautiful sound.  

Subconsciously, a part of her seized that sound by its whimsical notes and tucked it somewhere she would not forget it. Kikyo’s mouth curled up at the edges, her smile sweet with amusement, face ruddy and wet but shining with youth. She looked, if only for a moment, like one of the schoolgirls in Kagome’s era, laughing without a care in the world.  

Kagome refused to wait for the sound to die out. She splashed Kikyo right back, and the other girl had no choice – and, Kagome was certain, was too prideful not to – but to retaliate with greater force. It was so childish that Kagome couldn’t believe Kikyo was participating at all, instead of simply shrugging off her antics, but she was too happy to give it much thought. They rarely shared loose, careless moments together, and with every shower of rain Kikyo sent her way, she felt her heart swell like a basin filled to the brim. 

Eventually Kikyo reigned herself in, but she still spoke breathlessly as she rose from the tub, clambering to get dressed. Kagome sat in the water longer, trying to gather up her wits. She felt hotter than the steam pressing into her from all sides. 

Kikyo reemerged from behind a shoji screen, clutching her dirty clothes to her chest. There was something like reluctance in her sagging posture. “The...the lady of the house insists we stay for the night. She owns the inn situated by this bathhouse.” 

“Oh?” Kagome asked curiously, wading closer.  

“Tonight is auspicious. She told me that there was little chance we would find a stable ready to lend us a stallion, and that we would have better luck tomorrow, once all the travelers have departed and the festivities have neared their end.” 

“What a relief,” Kagome crowed. Her relief soured, though, when she caught sight of the clothes Kikyo carried. “Don’t tell me we’ll have to dress in those again.” 

“Unless you wish to wander about in a kosode, I suggest you hurry up,” said Kikyo dryly. Kagome stifled a sigh, already imagining the gross feel of her dirty, bloodied skirt on her newly scrubbed skin. “The inn is only across the street.” 

Neither woman made it across the street, however. They’d made it a handful of steps before a cheerful young attendant seized Kagome’s palms in her own. She had seemingly come out of nowhere, the cowlick on her scalp striking Kagome’s line of vision like lightning.  

“Ah! Look at you, without yukata for the evening!” she gasped. She wore elaborate evening-ware of her own, indigo-dyed cotton with a bright red obi and painted sandals. Her shiny chestnut hair was spooled into an elaborate updo. Her eyes roved over Kagome’s school uniform with thinly veiled distaste. “Well, that’s no good! We must look our best for the kami, after all.”  

Kagome shook her head. “We don’t have much-” 

“Oh, don’t you worry a moment. Come!” The woman guided Kagome to a cart overflowing with a plethora of secondhand robes. Kikyo walked staunchly beside them both, looking slightly miffed at the interruption.  

It didn’t take long for both girls to be lambasted by a crowd of other merchants from neighboring carts, seamstresses clamoring for business. Long white obis and polished geta and faux silver hair-pieces were thrust in front of them; pots of rouge and paling powder dusted on their hands as a test of authenticity. The pointless mingling had lasted all but an eternity, and at the turn of the century, she’d found herself with a newly purchased yukata for the evening. 

 A tick-mark formed on Kikyo’s temple at the demure, tinkling goodbye! chorus of a dozen monetarily satisfied women. Even she, who had tried to politely decline their insistent suggestions of - oh, but miko-sama, this hairpin would look elegant in your long hair! and the dark color of this yukata contrasts wonderfully against your porcelain skin, miko-sama! - had ended up with new clothes out of her own will. Not wanting the product to go to waste, both girls had left to change. 

Kagome sat on a crooked wooden stool outside a soba stand, ignoring the familiar pinch of the geta on her feet. As uncomfortable and pushy had the merchants been, she had to admit she liked her yukata. It was a light, wispy slip of a thing, the color of sea coral. Patterns of blooming morning glories spiraled across the pink fabric. She’d fumbled with the sea-foam blue hanhaba obi for an embarrassing amount of time, and her hair was bare of any ornamentation, but she surely felt more acclimated to the dressed-up villagers around her. 

The crisp snap of dry grass signaled Kikyo’s arrival. Kagome made to jovially greet her, preparing to express how relieved she was to be in clean clothes, when her mouth dried up. 

She was swathed in dark, ebony colored cloth, a high contrast to her pale skin. Opulent peonies were printed along the entirety, coupled with blossoming yellow chrysanthemums and elegant white wisteria on dappled fabric. Her obi was white, tied neatly, and nearly the same shade as her skin. There was a subtle touch of pink to her lips, a gentle blush dusted across her cheeks, all delicate touches of makeup to enunciate her sharp features. She had chosen to free her hair to its natural length, and it coasted her knees, fluttering around her like an ethereal extension of her robes.  

Kagome had never seen Kikyo outside of her miko attire, and perhaps that was for the best, because the woman’s beauty was... far too distracting. 

“The innkeeper insisted I dress for the occasion,” Kikyo explained, tone somewhat fervent as she said it. Her voice was tight, and though she gazed in Kagome’s general direction, her focus was on the girl’s shoulders. “You look...well.” 

“Y-yes,” Kagome murmured. “You, too.” 

“I suppose it is a waste,” Kikyo lamented after an extended moment of awkward silence. “Such finery, and we are to retire early, but I was unable to refuse her.” 

Kagome frowned. “Retire early?” 

Kikyo arched an eyebrow. “Was it not you who suggested we retire for the night?” 

“Well, yeah, but...” Kagome sat up, leading Kikyo towards the crowd. “Can’t we enjoy the festival for a little while? After all, today’s auspicious.” She gave Kikyo a coy smile. “We wouldn’t want to do the kami a disservice by ignoring today’s celebration...would we?” 

Kikyo considered it. “I have never been present during aki-nanoka,” she said. “Our village would assist the neighboring ones in their own celebrations, but we never hosted our own. I only visited to perform dances.” 

Aki-nanoka. In the feudal era, the days tended to bleed into each other, with no real sense of time. She could have sworn June hadn’t ended at all, but Kikyo’s certainty made her think otherwise. What she was certain of herself, however, was the significance of this day. “Tanabata?” 

“You celebrate this during...your time, as well?” 

“It’s a pretty big holiday,” Kagome admitted. If she’d been back in the modern era, she would have been celebrating at the shrine, listening to Sota complain about wearing geta for the sixth year in a row, eating fried yakitori, and hanging out with her school-friends after completing menial miko duties with her grandfather. The memories were tinged with homesickness, but she snuffed them out and returned her attentions to Kikyo. 

The elder miko watched the crowds with a careful, guarded look. “So...” Kagome trailed off, shuffling on her feet. “What do you want to do? We could go get some food, or watch the dancing...” 

Kikyo’s placid expression melted into one of sincerity. “Are you hungry?” 

Kagome bit her lip, cursing herself for asking. Kikyo couldn’t eat at all. She had no appetite nor need for consuming food, considering her undead status. She said little during meals with the group, but Kagome had caught her watching them roast their quarry with an almost wistful quality to her face.  

Kagome hadn’t thought about it until then, but it wasn’t unreasonable to believe that Kikyo deeply missed the contentment that came with being able to cherish a meal with others, rather than seeing consistent reminders that she could never do something like that again. The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for those feelings of isolation, so she clasped Kikyo’s hands in hers and searched for something to do beyond the slanted roof of the soba stand. 

A blot of red in the far distance caught her attention. She guided them both through the congregating villagers, ignoring calls of those selling skewered meat and mochi; masterfully evading the children chasing each other through the slick roads wet from recent rainfall.  

The crowd spit them out by a clearing ringed with stone lanterns, each hosting a strong fire in their cement nests. Targets were laid out at various distances, and a couple of men stood a ways to the side, tapping the fletching on their arrows. Servants – at least she assumed so, though their dress and makeup appeared too elaborate for someone of that class - busied themselves with holding the archers’ arrows or feeding wood into the lanterns.  

Kikyo approached one of them. “Might I inquire,” she began, “as to your activities here?” 

“An archery contest,” one answered, her voice a low whisper as to not disturb her male companion. His eyebrows were drawn so tight that Kagome thought they might snap off from the intensity of his concentration alone. “For the daimyo’s samurai. Many of the kyudo warriors have taken rooms at our local teahouse, but quite a few expressed interest in...varied entertainment, as they put it.” She peered at them inquisitively. “Did one of the men order you away from the teahouse?” 

Kagome coughed. Kikyo made a less flattering sound. “Er, no. We’re...spectators.” 

The woman seemed unfazed at their twin reactions of discomfort. “I see. I suggest you speak quietly. They do not take kindly to interruptions.” 

They slipped under the shadow of a tree, watching the samurai practice. There were five men dressed in full battle garb, chest-plates gleaming under the milky-eyed watch of the moon. The clearing was quiet save for the faded sound of ongoing celebrations and the continual whistle of a flying arrow. Each pierced a hairsbreadth away from their destined targets, and Kagome couldn’t help but be a little awed at their skill.  

Kikyo didn’t appear as impressed. She sat straight, watching the narrow line of the arrow’s path with scrutiny. “Not one of them has hit the mark thus far.” 

Kagome snorted, bumping Kikyo with her shoulder. “Well, hime-sama , not everyone can be a master.” 

Kikyo arched a single, regal eyebrow, but did not refute nor deny the statement.  

Kagome brought her knees to her chest, letting the geta fall from her feet. She stared at the near-artistic synchronization of each soldier’s immaculate positioning.  She wanted that speed, the mere blink of time that passed between the nocking of the arrow and its release, but most of all wished she could cut some cloth from the capes of boundless confidence rolling off their shoulders to drape over herself.  

“Why do you envy them?” 

“Envy?” she echoed. 

“You have no reason to,” Kikyo told her, as though it were the simplest truth in the world.  

“I wish I was a little more...I don’t know. Confident? Like you. If I was more sure in my shots, maybe...” 

“The confidence you have befits your skill. It keeps you balanced. Nurturing an ego shall only serve to slow you down considerably.” 

“An ego,” Kagome repeated, cocking an eyebrow, “like yours?” 

Kikyo stared at her out of the corner of her eye, looking slightly miffed as her companion stifled a laugh. She continued to watch the men with a critical eye, and a moment later, stood abruptly and made her way to one of the men.  

“Might I try?” Kikyo asked. The soldier lowered his bow and gave her a cursory glance. Without her robes, she was only granted a fraction of the respect her authority as a miko afforded her, though she still exuded an air of vague importance. The man seemed to think she was nobility, or perhaps he only wanted to humor her – regardless, he moved aside. 

Kikyo notched the arrow. There was a bare, unattainable instant of target examination, a brief study of the wind, all of which passed within seconds. She let the arrow fly. 

Kagome was the only one within the clearing who held any sort of casualness on her face, even as the arrow split the previous man’s discarded arrows in half. The precision was impeccable, but Kikyo herself was impeccable in her skill, and Kagome was used to witnessing this level of performance.  

Kikyo sought her gaze from the stand. A faint, near invisible smile curled her pink lips.  

Ego , Kagome thought, smothering a smirk.  

“You possess a natural talent,” the soldier complimented as Kikyo stepped down from the path. “Do you have a teacher?” 

“None,” she replied. Kagome noted how she omitted the mention of her miko status. “Thank you. I shall take my leave-” 

“What is your name, maiden?” The soldier had somehow moved himself in front of them. Kagome had never noticed how large he was; he’d seemed so miniscule from a distance. His shoulders were broad with muscle, and the way he gleaned at them now reminded her of less pleasant things.  

Kikyo regarded him coldly. “It does not concern you.” 

He took it in stiff stride. “What of your companion? She seems less entertained in your company.” His gaze slid over to Kagome, and she shrunk with distaste. The kimono she had felt so comfortable in now felt like a second skin of wet cardboard. 

“We, er – we really must be going,” she said hastily, craning her neck to see how far the path back to the main village was. The clearing’s seclusion had appeared a quaint gift at first, but now she wished for the safety and omniscient presence of the festival crowd. The other soldiers had left to join the teahouse with their female quivers, and the few that remained were chatting in quiet, low voices, unaware of their surroundings.  

“And be alone on this night? I cannot allow it,” he said. His hand reached for hers, only to be slapped away by Kikyo, who levelled him a look so viscous Kagome nearly recoiled.  

The soldier’s fingers curled into a fist at the blatant rejection. “See where pride gets you,” he snarled. He stepped forward and seized Kikyo’s shoulder, squeezing with his large, thick fingers. Kikyo gasped in pain, attempting to wretch herself away. 

Kagome reached for one of the discarded bows and smacked him upside the head – it was the same move she’d used on Tsubaki during her weakest moment, and seeing as how she couldn’t very well use spiritual powers on a human, no matter his disposition, this was her best bet. He ducked away from her assault, expletives spitting from his mouth like a shower of bullets. 

“Hands off,” Kagome muttered, and the two girls took their leave. 

It was a clumsy escape. The yukata made it difficult to move beyond a delicate inch of a step, but she held Kikyo’s hand as they spirted themselves away. They ran into the grove by the village, where a couple of bamboo trees had been erected, each decorated with colorful banners. When they were certain he was no longer chasing them, they collapsed at the base of a bamboo tree and shared a mutual sigh of exasperation.  

Kagome wiped a grass stain off her clothes, gathering up her breath. Kikyo had quickly composed herself and kept her gaze trained on the waning shadows of the near trees. Out of the blue, she stood up and declared, without looking Kagome in the eye, “I shall get you something to eat.” 

“Huh?” 

“You must be hungry. A bowl of soba should suffice,” she replied, tone abrupt. “Unless there is something else you wish to sample?” 

Kagome arched an eyebrow. “Soba...soba’s fine. Are you sure you-” 

The girl had already left. By the time she returned with what was promised, Kagome was sufficiently confused. Kikyo pressed the bowl into her hands and sat down beside her, fiddling with the strands of hair cascading down her back. 

Fiddling? Kagome thought, swirling her soba noodles with her chopsticks. “Is this supposed to be an thank-you?” 

Kikyo cocked her head. Her finger halted its idle movements. “Is it not to your liking?” 

Kagome shook her head, stifling a laugh. “No...no, they’re delicious. A worthy gift for defending your honor. You might as well make me your knight.” 

“Knight?” Kikyo puzzled. 

“They’re like guards,” she described. “But also warriors in battle. They defend the kingdom’s people and their sovereign's honor.” She swept her head down in an elaborate gesture and added, “it’s an absolute honor , hime-sama, to serve-” 

“ Kagome ,” Kikyo choked out. If she’d been able to, she might have blushed. 

“What?” She teased. “Aren’t you going to grant me knighthood now?” 

“Is it truly that simple?” Kikyo remarked. She crossed her long legs and gazed at Kagome’s shoulder, where the light pink fabric snagged on the bamboo stalk behind them.  

Kagome managed a shrug. “I don’t know how it ever worked in real life. I’ve only read about them in books. In those, well...the knight would sorta grab the princess’s hand, kiss it, and declare his knighthood. And that would be it.” She paused, chopsticks hovering over her half finished bowl of soba. “I’m sure it’s more complicated than that, but...I don’t know. There’s something nice about simplicity.” 

“I see,” was all Kikyo said. She reached for Kagome’s hand, cradling it in her own. Her touch was cold, yet gentle, like collapsing in the soft hug of a winter snowdrift. She brought Kagome’s hand to her lips and kissed it. “Like this, then?” 

“Y-yes...” she murmured. Her chopsticks fell somewhere to the ground beside her. “Something...something like that.”  

Kikyo’s gaze met hers. “Forgive me,” she said, her lips curling into a subtle, sultry smile. “I forgot the declaration.”   

Her lips swept against Kagome’s cheek without a breath’s hesitation. 

The rest of the night was electric. 

That was the only term befitting of the evening. After eating, Kagome had found a way to drag Kikyo into the circles of dancing women, citing that, as her knight, Kagome’s insistence to have fun was truly a thinly veiled command.  

Kikyo had argued weakly on her behalf, but came along regardless, losing herself along with the others. It was strange seeing her act so loose and candidly delighted, the sight as rare as an eclipse and twice as beautiful. With the kiss on her mind, Kagome’s thoughts had unraveled into something of a mess, and all she could think about while they danced was the sway of Kikyo’s silken hair, the curve of her lips. The torment was endless.  

They’d gone to write wishes onto the trees they’d sat under earlier, then returned to the main road to engage in the remaining festivities. Kagome had only jokingly referred to Kikyo as her knight, but it seemed that she was taking her role rather seriously after their bout of dancing. Countless times a man would approach them, and Kikyo ensured she was planted solidly in front of Kagome, ready to defer him to the nearest inn. 

And speaking of inns – as they returned from another visit to the tanabata trees, Kikyo suggested they retire for the night. She’d noted all the rational reasons: they had to get an early start tomorrow if they wanted to make it back to Kaede’s village by mid-afternoon, and wouldn’t want to worry their friends. Plus, she’d added, they both knew that Inuyasha would come searching for them on his own if they didn’t arrive on time, and that was a debacle they should hope to avoid.  

It was a drearily solid argument. After Kagome excused herself to eat, and when she returned, she found the inn near empty. The celebrations were still ongoing, and many of the travelers attending, as she’d found out from the keen old innkeeper, were members of a merchant caravan that carried their own shelter with them. Members of the daimyo’s army had also traveled to the village for the festival, evidenced by their unsavory encounter earlier. Many had returned to the palace and would embark again tomorrow, should they wish to rejoin the festivities.  

Thus it was that the inns were eerily quiet when Kagome returned. She slid open the shoji screen door to their room and crept in, hoping that her steps wouldn’t disturb the other visitors.  

Kikyo sat on their futon, examining her arrows. Her long hair spilled behind her in a shadow of black, and she had yet to change out of her yukata, which was still as magnificent under the moon’s light as it had been during its first appearance. Kikyo’s dark eyes slid towards the entrance, and Kagome remembered with stark clarity – the kiss. 

Kagome walked in slow strides, kneeling on the futon at Kikyo’s side. “You aren’t going to rest?” 

“I am well enough,” was the curt response. “But you should. I shall keep vigil.” 

“I’m not that tired,” she insisted. “And you were the one who wanted to come back.” 

“Because you need your rest,” Kikyo shot back. Her harsh expression melted into one of regret. “You need your rest,” she repeated. “Sleep.” 

“Is that an order?” 

Kikyo’s lips parted. “Hm?” 

“I asked if that was an order,” Kagome murmured. Her heart thrummed in her chest. In truth, she had no idea what she was doing, goading Kikyo like this. Maybe it was hope that made her act so coy, or perhaps the setting. Dark, cool, with a misty wind pouring through the window, their bodies close enough to fall into one another. She couldn’t explain a word of her feelings if she tried. All her years of schooling, out the window the moment Kikyo gave her that look, the one that said she might do something to ruin them both. 

A hand tucked away a stray wisp of hair behind the Kagome’s ear. Fingers ghosted Kagome’s neck, reigning her in.  

Sleep , Kikyo had demanded. As if she had wanted sleep to whisk away the drunken memories of the night. As if she’d thought Kagome would somehow forget, if only she was allowed to lay her head down and gather herself up. 

Kagome had always been the one to gather up Kikyo’s pieces after a battle – her broken arms, her severed ankles. She was the one who healed the miko’s broken body, every time. The juxtaposition of those incidents to this one nearly made her laugh.  

Now it was Kikyo who gathered up Kagome, piece by fractured piece. She brought Kagome down, her hands as sturdy and sure as when she’d flaunted her skill with the bow, and kissed her. Kagome’s hands searched for something to hold onto, and she settled on Kikyo’s lower neck, bringing herself closer as the kiss deepened. Kikyo’s lips moved over hers, just as chilling as before, sending tendrils of thrill and uncertainty down Kagome’s spine. 

She was completely falling apart. They hardly stopped for a breath – Kikyo didn’t need it, and Kagome didn’t want it. When she pulled away, Kikyo reeled her back in, her tongue and lips returning with greater ferocity, like she couldn’t stand being denied Kagome’s touch for even a second.  

She was uncertain how long they were wrapped up in one another, but eventually she found her head falling onto the futon, and a body pale as moonlight gliding over her, and she didn’t think about time for a second longer. 

The lanterns were snuffed. Villagers dressed in worn yukata milled through the streets in thin groups, cleaning up after the celebrations from yesterday. Children yawned sleepily as they trailed their mothers, picking up fallen streamers with limp limbs and dim eyes.  

The shadow of two women exiting an inn caught only a few people's attention. They carried with them no finery or tidy appearance; both had an air about them that spoke volumes. The elder girl strode forward with a restlessness in her pace, the girl behind her looked as though she’d walked out of a steaming spring. The one in miko robes held a protective, if not fond, stance over the other, but none noticed it beyond her stony posture and exuberant, flowing hair.  

A curious pair, the villagers decided. Both strangers descended into the woods and the morning’s tasks resumed, but the visage of the two women, contrasting harshly against the other, never faded from their collective thoughts.  

Especially with the way they looked at one another, as if reexamining the other anew for the first time.  

[oakedredwine]

Master List

Requests are open: I thought it'd be really funny if people made requests like they were ordering from a drive thru, but you don't have too.

(Ex. I'd like a MHA Hawks HC with a number 4- Long, and extra fluff.

I mostly write Gender Neutral and Male aligned readers because there are plenty of Fem aligned posts, but I'm not opposed to writing feminine readers.

!! Please request specific pronouns. Otherwise, the MC will use they/them !!

== If it makes you, as a reader, more comfortable, I'm totally okay with writing an MC described as AFAB or AMAB with any pronoun (she/he/they/zir) if you prefer

~Remember! You don't have to be LGBTQIA+ to request, I'm just creating the most inclusive page I can :)

Idea Board:

"Gay Chicken" - Party game

7 minutes in heaven - Party Game

Truth or dare - Party game

Sick day (reader)

Sick day (partner)

Over protective (reader)

Over protective (partner)

Baking together

Cuddling on a rainy day

Comfort after a nightmare (receiving)

Comfort after a nightmare (giving)

Reallt Tall Reader

Really Short Reader

Enemies to lovers

Red String (or soulmates)

Childhood Sweethearts

Forbidden Love

A Second Chance

Love Triangle (✨️oooh scandalous✨️)

Opposites Attract

Stuck together

Ditched by friends at ___ event

"Just friends"

Pen pals

Wedding Runaway

Sunny vs Grumpy

Oblivious to love

Can't spit it out/ say how they feel (reader)

Can't spit it out/ say how they feel (partner)

Road Trip

Isekai'd (reader)

Isekai'd (partner)

Fake Dating

Hold My Drink

Roommates

One Night Stand

-- You can also request your own --

^I'll add more based on popular requests^

Type:

Headcannon

Oneshot

Length:

Short

Medium

Long

Add-ons:

Some fluff

Some angst

Some smut

Some spice

Extra fluff

Extra angst

Extra smut

Extra spice

(Spice: Make out or sexual themes, not the deed)

Fandoms:

Anime

Attack on Titain

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Blue Period

Death Note

Black Butler

The Seven Deadly Sins

Hunter x Hunter

Naruto

Inu Yasha

High Rise Invasion

Soul Eater

Komi Can't Communicate

Games

Stardew Valley

Life is Strange

Other

Arcane

Creepypasta

♡What I will write♡

LGBTQIA+

Slight blood/gore

Angst

Song fics (only if I'm in the mood, though)

Smut

Most kinks (includes BDSM)

**I'm open to more, so just DM or ask me, and I'll see what I can do**

!!What I will not write!!

Transphobia/Homophobia/Queerphobia

Psychosis episodes

Body shaming/abelism

Slurs

Suicide/self harm/anything of that nature

Rape/Non-consentual sex

Smut of characters younger than 18 y/o,

Incest (direct or indirect), piss, scat, puke, mutilation, or dismemberment kinks

Side note:: I will always put 18+ warnings on smut, and TWs when necessary ♡

[erigold13261]

Hi! In your NSR swap AU, does Sayu still go by ze/mer? Since ze is clearly not a mermaid but a tree person… maybe ze/fir instead?

OMFG that would be awesome!

But uh, I'm thinking of redoing my entire Swap AU, so I don't know if Sayu would still be a plant elemental. I honestly don't like the direction I took with Eve, Sayu, and DJSS. Or at least I don't like their designs all that much anymore (Sayu's I do like but the concept itself I want to change).

I feel like I leaned way too heavily on swapping characters with personalities AND themes. Making it seem like characters are mashing together and overlapping in certain aspects, making them seem less unique to each other.

I do definitely want to keep Sayu as a plant elemental, or something close to that, so ze/fir would be amazing pronouns! So yeah! ze/fir plant Sayu for the win! :D

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SIFAS Daily Theatre Classic: 2020-05-06

(Transcription after the break.)

[Image transcription:]

SIFAS Daily Theatre for 2020-05-06

Nothing That Doesn't Fit

You: Here here, look, when you do this.... Nico: So cute~~~!! Well, Nico is always cute, but when using this filter, Nico is e~~ven cuter~~~!! You: Fufu, how about this one? Panda Nico-san~ Nico: A panda.... This.... Works too! Usually you would use a rabbit or a shiba inu. But for this Nico Nii, I might want to use something unusual like a panda! You: An unusual one huh.... Hmm, then what about this? Komodo Dragon! Nico: Wh~~~~y would you switch to reptiles so suddenly! You: Eh, but it's quite cute, isn't it? If it's Nico-san, I think any filter would fit! Nico: ....Well, there's nothing that doesn't fit me. Alright then, You, let's do a video together! Ready? On one-.... You: Nico Nico Nii-!! Nico: Too early!

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[lea-heartscxiv]

I posted 135 times in 2022

That's 135 more posts than 2021!

23 posts created (17%)

112 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@van-yangyin

@/void-imp

I tagged 117 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 95 posts

#van-yangyin - 93 posts

#lea-heartscxiv - 24 posts

#sims 4 anime - 18 posts

#sk8 the infinity - 17 posts

#sk8 sims - 16 posts

#my sk8 sims - 15 posts

#showusyoursims - 12 posts

#thesims4 - 12 posts

#show us your sims - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 70 characters

#i've just started because i'm going to want to delete my account?💁‍♂️

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

吉田家族『Kitta Family』

First Name: 瑠 (Ryuu)

Last name: 吉田 (Kitta)

Job: Writer

Ryuu is Ryuuya's biological father.

He lost his wife when Ryuuya was barely 6 years old, his parents didn't agree with him raising Ryuuya by himself and his in-laws didn't agree either, and even less now that he's with a man together, his parents and in-laws are totally against this union. Ryuu and Tatsu met in a bar while Ryuu was bartending and from that day on they became friends, Tatsu was the best man at the wedding and when Ryuuya's mother was about to die she made Tatsu promise never to leave Ryuu, she knew what it was like to be in love and she knew that Tatsu would be a good father to Ryuuya.

Tatsu and Ryuu were by Ryuuya's mother's side until the last moment.

Ryuu and Tatsu are very protective parents. Ryuu loves videogames, it's weird that Ryuuya doesn't like it having two dads who like videogames, well maybe Ryuuya has seen them play videogames so much in their spare time in family that he has become bored with it.

See the full post

4 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#4

Gobbolino, the Witch’s Cat

Gobbolino and Salima are two witch cats, Salima is totally black and Gobbolino has a white paw. A long time ago I made Gobbolino the cat who wanted to be a normal cat.

Gobbolino was created on August 18, 2018

4 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#3

Luxie Ruin

She gets along very badly with Agatha Crumplebottom, so much so that she has declared her an enemy. She's a very special sim, she loves to be naughty and her favorite color is blue... I should have imagined it. She is a living doll, blue in color, and although she is wearing a wind-up, I must tell you that she doesn't need it..... Maybe her appearance doesn't scare you but her voice... that voice so deep in the dark .... has made more than one to scream .... and not of pleasure, but of fear.

Luxie was made by @van-yangyin​ and myself, on a night we wanted to make a sim that was scary and had all or some evil traits. For the month of Halloween, we made our own challenge, using a color or two and evil traits.

Luxie was created on October15, 2020

Hair by Simlaughlove Wind-Up Keys by WaeKey Spring Poncho Coat by HappyLifeSims 

6 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

Sólo quedan 5 días...

Ahora solo quedan 4 días...y restando...

6 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

吉田光希『Hiroki Yoshida』

First Name:  Hiroki/光希

Last name:  Yoshida/吉田

Hiroki moved from San Myshuno to Hendford-on-Bagley (Villa Gallina de la Bolsona in Spanish), when he adopted Warlock a Shiba Inu, he thought that the best for Warlock was the countryside without dangers of roads and children who mistreat animals. From San Myshuno he made good friends among them Miya Chinen who Hiroki finds adorable. Hiroki goes to the University and studies Marine Biology, although his dream is to be a veterinarian, he also likes the sea. His hobbies are video games and cooking. When he has time, between classes and walks he tries to cook and follow a saga that he has been playing for a long time, and every time he plays or publishes something he has a new theory in mind about the story and its characters. He has a crush on Taiki, but his first impression of Hiroki is unreliable. Though someone has a crush on Hiroki, and it's Yozora Matsuoka.

Hiroki Yoshida was created on December 12th, 2020.

6 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

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El Equipo De Shiba Inu Revela La Mejor Forma De Quemar SHIB Y Reducir La Oferta

Effective Strategies to Boost the Value of Shiba Inu (SHIB)

The world of cryptocurrency is always evolving, and Shiba Inu (SHIB) has become a significant player in this space. Although it started as a meme coin, its community and potential for growth make it an interesting investment. In this post, we will explore some effective strategies for increasing the value of SHIB.

1. Strengthening the Community

One of the keys to the success of any cryptocurrency is a strong and engaged community. SHIB has a passionate user base, and by continuing to cultivate this community, we can help drive the value of the token upwards. Here are some ways to engage:

Host online events and AMAs (Ask Me Anything sessions) to create a connection with the community.

Encourage users to share their experiences and stories about SHIB on social media platforms.

Create contests and giveaways that cultivate excitement and draw new investors.

2. Increase Utility and Use Cases

Developing real-world use cases for SHIB is crucial for its long-term success. The more value it can provide, the more likely it is to rise in stature. Here are some ideas:

Partner with businesses to accept SHIB as a payment method, increasing its acceptance and circulation.

Consider developing applications or platforms that utilize SHIB token for transactions or services.

Encourage staking, where users can earn rewards for holding their SHIB, generating interest in long-term investment.

3. Educating Potential Investors

Education is vital in the crypto space, as misunderstandings can lead to hesitance in investing. By providing clear, accessible information about SHIB and the overall market, we can help foster informed investment decisions:

Create informative blog posts and videos that explain the fundamentals of SHIB.

Offer resources on how to buy, store, and trade SHIB safely.

Engage with users on forums and social media to answer questions and dispel rumors.

4. Collaborate with Influencers

Influencer marketing can be a powerful tool in boosting awareness and interest in SHIB. By collaborating with reputable figures in the crypto community, we can tap into their audience and increase visibility:

Identify influencers who have a genuine interest in SHIB and approach them for partnerships.

Promote campaigns or events featuring these influencers to create buzz around SHIB.

5. Maintain Transparency and Trust

Trust is essential in the cryptocurrency space. To maintain and build trust with present and potential investors, it's crucial to be transparent about ongoing developments:

Regularly update the community about project progress, partnerships, and challenges.

Be honest about potential risks involved in investing in SHIB.

Conclusion

By focusing on community engagement, increasing utility, providing education, collaborating with influencers, and maintaining transparency, we can effectively raise the value of Shiba Inu (SHIB). Remember, the cryptocurrency market is notoriously volatile, so it’s important to research and approach investments with caution.

Let's continue to work together to grow the SHIB community and make it a formidable force in the crypto space!

El Equipo De Shiba Inu Revela La Mejor Forma De Quemar SHIB Y Reducir La Oferta

[encreboueuse]

I'm intruding~ (french below)

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits: [7 122] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia] = collection of one-shots with rare couples.

Most kudos: [163] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Most comments: [46] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Most boomarks: [11] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Most words: [87 225]"Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Fewest words: [128] "Le Corbeau et le Renard" [Hetalia] = parodic fable with baby!Greece and Egypt.

... What a joy to have over a hundred fandoms for which I write and to have this as a result… (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

So I'll do it again and leave it out:

Most hits: [1 534] "La voix du maître" [Winx] = attempted BDSM one-shot between Riven and Timmy.

Most kudos: [47] "Petite mort" [Black Butler] = the real source of the Undertaker's peculiar laugh (sex with Michaelis)

Most comments: [18] "Jokes" [Death Note] = collection of jokes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Most bookmarks: [7] "À coup de griffes" [Naruto + Inu Yasha] = little one-shot where Jinchirûki get together to have sex (orgy).

Most words: [41 435] "Sicktember 2022 " [Legend of Zelda - A Link Between Worlds] = collection of one-shots on Sicktember themes, during wich we follow the establishment of Link and Ravio's relationship.

Fewest words: [128] "Le Corbeau et le Renard" [Hetalia] = parodic fable with baby!Greece and Egypt.

Indeed, if you want to participate, go ahead!

Je m'incruste~

Règles : donnez-nous les liens vers ta fic qui a le plus de visites, la deuxième qui a le plus de félicitations, la troisième qui a le plus de commentaires, la quatrième qui a le plus de marque-pages, la cinquième qui a le plus de mots, et la fic qui a le moins de mots.

Plus de visites : [7 122] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia] = recueil de couples rares.

Plus de kudos : [163] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Plus de commentaires : [46] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Plus de marque-pages : [11] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Plus de mots : [87 225] "Foire à l'OS" [Hetalia]

Moins de mots : [128] "Le Corbeau et le Renard" [Hetalia] = fable parodique avec bébé!Grèce et Égypte.

... Quel bonheur d'avoir plus d'une centaine de fandom pour lesquels j'écris et d'avoir ça comme résultat… (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Du coup, je le refais en l'omettant :

Plus de visites : [1 534] "La voix du maître" [Winx] = tentative d'OS entre Riven et Timmy.

Plus de kudos : [47] "Petite mort" [Black Butler] = la source réelle du rire particulier d'Undertaker (sexe avec Michaelis)

Plus de commentaires : [18] "Jokes" [Death Note] = recueil de blagues.

Plus de marque-pages : [7] "À coup de griffes" [Naruto + Inu Yasha] = petit OS où les Jinchirûki se retrouvent pour coucher ensemble.

Plus de mots : [41 435] "Sicktember 2022" [Legend of Zelda - A Link Between Worlds] = recueil d'OS sur les thèmes du Sicktember, durant lequel nous suivons l'établissement de la relation de Link et Lavio.

Moins de mots : [128] "Le Corbeau et le Renard" [Hetalia] = fable parodique avec bébé!Grèce et Égypte.

Évidemment, si vous voulez participer, allez-y !

Fic Stats Game

Ohoho thank you @tavina-writes for the tag!! Pretty sure this is gonna be the same 3 fics over and over but we'll see :)

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

1) Most Hits

It's AA Batteries (Daiya no Ace). I know this without even looking, it's AAB 100% and by... not a significant, but a decent lead. That thing breached containment. I'm glad that it did, because I had fun writing it, but it always surprises me because sports anime twin OC fic? Really?

But I'm glad it's my most popular fic, even if I don't consider it my best, because even if it's a canon rewrite, I finished a 100K+ fic and I am proud. I'm literally never over it, I could talk about it all day.

Like, I usually don't ship things very strongly, but Misawa is insane to me. Also, do you know how embarrassing it is to relate to Miyuki Kazuya? And not even in a 'generic repressed character' way, I'm talking in a Hey I Literally Was In His Shoes And Made The Same Exact Fucking Mistakes And Decisions way. Nobody gets Miyuki Kazuya like I do. I'm fucking Miyuki kin. I didn't ask for this. I didn't--

2) Second Most Kudos

This one is also AAB, so I'll go with first place: Reflection (The Magnus Archives). A classic. A nice and simple time travel fix-it comedy.

I remember the writing of this one because I had been utterly obsessed with TMA. It would not let me go. I drafted the early chapters on my phone while walking across my college campus. I almost got ran over by a bike when I was writing the "Martin witnesses Jon have a mild breakdown in the break room" scene.

3) Third Most Comments

Dawn of the Fourth (Linked Universe). The LU fandom is super giving with their comments! Probably the most comment-friendly fandom I've been in.

I think it also helped that DotF is one of those stories where every chapter is a punch to the throat lol. If you didn't comment after ch7, it's probably because you zoomed through haha.

4) Fourth Most Bookmarks

It's DotF again, so I'll go with third place: ain't no rest for the wicked (Naruto).

Ah, this one... I'm fond of it, in the way I'm fond of all my writing, but also I was in high school. There's a lot about it that I would do differently now. But I learned a lot from writing it, and actually Chie, Issei, and Riku are still my children and I love them all. I'm proud of the color test. :)

5) Fewest Words

If you ignore the Zelda comic and the CSS formatting test and the anonymous April Fool's fic that I will not be claiming ownership of publicly, my shortest fic is Blackout Blues (Daiya no Ace) at 1101 words. If you subscribe to the belief that a picture is worth a thousand words, then that bumps the word count up to 4101 words.

I should draw more art for my fanfic. I have the power. It's fun.

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