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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : miguel didn't like very much the way you left him all horny for you in the toilets during the unexpected mission, so once the anomalies have all been maintained, he decides to teach you proper manners

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, lots of tension, soft!dom miguel, quick boob job, cunnilingus, "it's too big", pnv sex, miguel teaches reader magic words, so much kissing i swear, no use of Y/N, biting, mention of scars (from fights, miguel's) - let me know if i forgot any !! word count : 7,7k

note : i'm sorry i took SO LONG writing this baby, but here it is (and not yet proofread but i couldn't wait hehehe). the end is corny i AM SORRY but it was already long and this is to keep a pretty open. thank u all so much for ur support !! we passed the 400 subscribers today and i'm literally jumping to the ceiling of happiness. this is the last part of the 4shot, i hope you liked it <33 i was super inspired by Shameless by The Weeknd (one of my favourite songs hehehe). enough of me talking, love u guys !!

the previous parts : 1 - love bite 2 - late night training 3 - unexpected mission

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Miguel hadn't followed you, so you decided to lure the creature back by calling out to it:

"You're really terrible at hide-and-seek, you know that?”

Suddenly, it turned towards you and charged at you as you leapt into the air to keep it at bay, at least long enough for Miguel to finish... what he had to do. The sound of his breathless voice replayed in your head, the heat in your cheeks rising. You propelled yourself silently up to a floor above, observing the behaviour of the dough.

The feel of his fangs on the skin of your neck, his tender kisses on your cheeks, the hard feel of his erection against your thigh as his claws pressed into the skin of it...

"Oh my god you're going to be the end of him!" exclaimed a small voice beside you.

The anomaly turned towards it at the same time as you: Lyla.

"Lyla?" you choked out, swivelling your head just in time to avoid the anomaly that had climbed extraordinarily nimbly to your floor.

"His pulse quickened, his body heat increased and his muscles contracted amazingly hard!" she chirped as you mimed shutting up or lowering her voice, but she wasn't listening and you started darting from floor to floor as she continued "You've got him completely wrapped around your finger! No pun intended."

"Please Lyla, keep it down!" you begged her, feeling like a huge red tomato as you blushed and above all hoping not to be chased away by this abomination.

"Oopsie," she smiled, placing a hand over her mouth.

The anomaly swung a ball of paste at you, and you narrowly avoided it as it crashed and exploded with power, splattering you as it went, a large drop smearing across your suit.

"I didn't know you had access to... all this," you muttered breathlessly as you ran down a corridor to get away from the unspeakable thing. "It doesn't matter... Yes, it does matter actually, how come?"

"Don't be angry, you've just given me what little fun I'm allowed to have," she said with a pout, "you know, programme life isn't always fun."

Out of breath, you let out a sigh that relaxed your shoulders with its depth. You shook your head for a moment.

"Well, we'll talk about it later, can you identify this for me?" you asked breathlessly, silently, as you spooned some of the substance and held it up to a small metal support on your watch, which lit up when you dropped a little on it.

"My pleasure, sugar," she said with a quick clap. "Hmm, that looks like a basic bread dough mixture to me. Flour, water, salt, yeast, not forgetting the anomaly gene, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun."

"It's true that I'm bursting with laughter," you say, putting both hands on your hips, still trying to catch your breath. You looked at her for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek, hesitating before asking, "Is Miguel... Done?"

"Yep, he's on his way," she said, giving you an amused wink, and you couldn't help but let a little laugh slip from your nose.

"Right," you said, clearing your throat so the anomaly could hear, "I'm going to lure this thing towards the exit!" You could hear the oily, slimy sounds coming in your direction, turning to Lyla one last time to ask: "Make sure you send Miguel my location, okay?" you said as you started to trot off.

"Already done!" she replied, blowing you a kiss which she pressed onto her hand before disappearing in a cloud of pixels.

You ran on, stammering aloud to keep the beast at your heels: " Come this way! You know, I think you'd really like rock, I've got two friends who play really well, I think you'd love to meet them!"

The pile rumbled behind you. You leapt into the air, grabbing the glass dome and hanging upside down, standing with your arms crossed over your chest.

"No, really, I think you'd like it. Oh well! You've got a head that could listen to metal, plus you've got exactly the right mouth shape to sing it, you know."

It was rumbling from the ground, right underneath you.

Then, just above you, you felt a tap on the thin glass roof, and when you looked up, you saw Miguel. It was a funny sight, the way you were standing made it look like you were reflecting yourselves in a mirror.

"Oh, hi there," you smiled behind your mask, taking on a slight intonation as if you hadn't been the cause of his delay. "Did everything go well?"

He let out a desperate sigh, the red glasses on his suit narrowing, before simply saying:

"Something unexpected came up, it was very... frustrating. But I'll wait."

I'll wait. The very word made you gulp.

"Observations?" he asked, jerking his chin in the direction of the anomaly just below you.

"It's dough, we'd just have to find something to bake it with," you suggested.

Outside there was a loud bang: the lorry Gwen and Hobie had been chasing had started to roll over, and the anomaly, just as alert as you and Miguel, leapt towards the first bay window to get out.

Gwen and Hobie seemed to have managed to deal with their anomaly, the truck was completely dented, sideways, and luckily for you, the oil from the truck was starting to spread on the ground. You got out, Miguel following to examine the situation. All it needed was a spark...

"I'll try to coat it with a bit of oil, find a lighter, a box of matches, whatever," he warned, before dashing off towards the pile of dough.

You looked around, and there, as luck would have it, was a convenience store. You leapt towards it. Managing to light a lighter with your costume on would be complicated, so you managed to find a box of matches, rushing towards the street again.

Miguel kept jumping up and down to coat the anomaly, and when he finally saw you coming, he shouted: "Light it up.

So you grabbed a match, struck it against the side of the box and threw it into the oil. You stepped aside and ran further to avoid taking any damage from the fire. It immediately licked at the anomaly, which let out horrible, high-pitched screams as the paste on its body cooked and smoked, turning golden and thinning little by little.

And so, you launched the multidimensional cell that had been given to you, and finally imprisoned the anomaly.

"I think 'the more the merrier' is a phrase I like less and less," said Gwen as you catalogued the anomalies.

"Are you kidding me? This was so much fun," said Peter. "It was like doing MMA!"

"Speak for yourself, we took care of the Magic Bus driver," Hobie huffed.

"I think Gordon Ramsey would be proud of our muffin," you agreed.

"You have to admit it smelled good," confirmed Pavitr.

Everything had gone well, Gwen had finished her exam period and you were all filling in your reports. Everything was going well, and everyone was pretty relaxed, except maybe you.

It was a pretty nasty trick you played on Miguel, leaving him like that, so close to the climax, and then leaving. And somewhere in there, you feared and waited impatiently for what was to come.

You couldn't help glancing at him from time to time. He seemed to be concentrating, but sometimes you could feel his gaze on you, insistent. You found him incredibly calm, and maybe it was just because he hid it well, but just to see him lose a little of that control, you managed to brush past him for a moment when no one was looking, your knuckles deliberately brushing his thigh before joining the others. Pretending to be interested in their conversation, you couldn't help but glance over at Miguel.

Death stare was probably the closest you could come to defining the look he was giving you at that moment, and a shiver of dread ran down your spine as you swallowed. He seemed to chew the inside of his cheek for a moment, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

You weren't going to get out of this alive, or entirely.

"Well, I don't know about you, but the lack of sleep knocked me out, so I'm going to bed, see you later!" said Gwen before leaving.

"Same here, see ya," said Hobie.

And successively, the only ones left were Peter, Miguel and you.

He waited patiently, with you beside him, until Peter had finished his report and, like all the others before him, had gone to sleep. The seconds seemed to stretch out painfully, every movement and possibility accentuated by the wait. Miguel seemed tense, and you had no idea whether Peter could feel it from his side too, but you could feel your skin tingling with anticipation.

Every moment, every second tickled your mind and body like tiny needles, Miguel's gaze resting insistently on yours.

"Well, that's not all, but I think we've all got better things to do than hang around making a report," Peter yawned. "Good night, sleep well."

Oh, it won't be sleep.

He then waved goodbye one last time, turning his back to you as he headed for the exit. Miguel turned to look at you, taking a deep breath as he tilted his head back to look at you from an even higher angle.

The footsteps echoed around the room, fading away little by little as Miguel's eyes turned red, yours watching them and stifling a gasp. He took a single step closer, no more, but it was enough to intimidate you and for you to take a step backwards.

It was when the door finally closed behind Peter that he grabbed you powerfully around the waist and pinned you down on one of the desks, causing you to squeal in surprise as you widened your eyes for a moment, blinking frantically. In less time than it took to say 'empanada' Miguel had you completely under control, immobilising you faster than poison and more powerfully than a pair of handcuffs.

His nose wrinkled slightly.

"Did you enjoy your little act?" he asked, his tone extraordinarily calm, which made him all the more menacing. "Leaving me like that without finishing what you'd started?"

Your heart was racing, and suddenly just meeting his gaze seemed too powerful to maintain eye contact, so you turned your head to the side. Was it simply because you were embarrassed by your own little prank, or was it just that the intensity of his eyes on yours was too much? But Miguel wasn't going to have it any other way, so with one of his hands he grabbed your jaw and redirected it so that you were facing him.

"It's very rude not to look into someone's eyes when they're talking to you, you know that," he whispered, moving a little closer. "We're going to have to correct that, and teach you polite forms of address."

And you couldn't argue with that, because right now it wasn't a choice you had to make.

"Speaking of politeness, I realise that you haven't used any magic words so far for our little encounters," he said, his thumb pressing and digging into the skin of your cheek.

He moved a little closer, tilting his head to one side as you felt his nose brush against yours, moving a little closer still to feel his lips brush against yours, the simple touch of them sending little electric currents of excitement through you...

But nothing, he just grazed his lips against yours, not moving any further, but not backing away either. Your breaths collided softly, his eyes still fixed on yours with insistence.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice composed and contained, as you tried to free yourself a little from the hold his hand had on your jaw, to no avail.

His lips, so close to yours and yet so far away, gave you electrifying sensations, but you wanted more. You wanted the two of you to kiss, for your lips to become one again, for you to be able to offer him the body's 'I love you'.

So you tried to move a little closer, meeting his lips to satisfy your desire, no, your need. But he pulled back slightly, causing you to sigh in disappointment. No, you'd have to tell him.

"Kiss me," you whispered, your voice small but audible, as if you were pouring your desire into his plump lips.

A smile, the stretch of his lips pulling them a little further away from yours.

"Where," the question sounding more like a command.

His thumb eased a little in its pressure and caressed the skin of your cheek for a moment before sliding across your chin, settling just below your bottom lip.

"There," you replied, your desperation for more contact growing stronger by the second as the only thought on your mind was his kisses.

You wanted to taste that rainy, woody flavour on his lips again, and feel them assault your body with kisses.

"Only there?" he questioned, provoking your cravings even more as your impatience was felt almost painfully.

It didn't seem fair, he seemed to possess incredible composure and cold-blood as your veins pulsed through your body like lava flowing from the volcano of your heart.

The little game Miguel was playing with you almost felt like a little revenge. Could you blame him? He wanted all this as much as you did, but he liked balance, he liked things to be even, and he was making you pay for the advance you'd dared to take from him.

His thumb pressed against your plump lip, his skin barely brushing against it, and it felt like a thread sticking out with no way of pulling on it.

"Yes- No!" you moaned, feeling like a child who was denied a sweet treat, unable to hide your longing for more as his touch confused you, "everywhere."

His lips were parted, as close as ever, his warm breath spilling over yours. His thumb had moved up the curve of your lips to press against the volume of her, his eyes fixed on it.

"I didn't hear that properly," he said, his eyes returning to yours.

Their carmine colour reflected your face: eyebrows slanted back, eyes almost watery, his thumb resting on your lips as he continued to caress it mathematically to elicit a reaction from you.

You tried to squirm away for a moment, but Miguel's hand on your waist held you in place with incredible ease.

He raised an eyebrow, obviously your attempt was in vain, he hadn't started hand-to-hand training the day before like you had, he'd been an ace at physical power and combat for much longer, so of course he could immobilise you in less than no time and much less delicately if the mood took him.

His lips brushed yours a little closer, and you could almost feel them completely. But this tiny glimpse of heaven wasn't granted to you, and you whimpered for a moment before finally just saying:

"Kiss me," you whined, "please."

His eyes crinkled with his smile.

"Mira que buena."

He finally kissed you, and it was like you had taken cotton candy in your mouth and as it melted you could feel all the little crystals of sugar that were hidden by the fluffiness of the sweet, a moan of relief vibrating from your lips against his lips.

Millions of tiny sparkles crackled under your skin, rising to the surface like champagne bubbles as Miguel cupped your face and kissed you. He took your lips as if you were holding the air that allowed him to breathe, his hand going round your side to slip under your back, pressing against your pelvis to bring it close to his.

He bit your lower lip lightly before pulling away, his half-closed eyes looking into yours again. His hand came to caress your cheekbone gently, with a tenderness that was almost unlike anything he had ever offered you before.

"Tell me more about these desires you mentioned.”

Your breath caught slightly, and you suddenly felt your face heat up fiercely, as if you were leaning over the hearth of a fireplace, its fire licking your face and your being from afar. You swallowed, formulating out loud your desires, all those thoughts you'd had about him even after your meeting at the Conditioning Centre and what had happened in the cabin, seemed difficult.

"Come on, don't be scared," he murmured before leaning over to kiss your forehead gently, offering you soft, sweet words to help you get the burning out of your soul.

All those thoughts you'd had, those warm nights during that week when you'd imagined the feel of his fingers, his lips, the sweet words that interested you as he searched inside you to expose you to him emotionally, all of them could be said, especially the one that was vibrating immensely inside you at the moment.

"I want... I want you to..."

You had the impression that the words you were about to say would be like throwing a tiny stone into still water, like stepping on ice and feeling it crack, like throwing alcohol into the fireplace that was warming you up.

The hand that was resting on your cheek ran down your neck, brushing your chest as it slid to your hip and slid all the way down to your thigh, stopping in its descent at that very spot, his hand gripping it.

"Hmm?" he asked, his humming vibrating against the skin of your cheek and tickling you.

You bit the inside of your lip, your teeth pressing into your flesh and trapping some of the wet skin against your bottom teeth. You released this clutch with a gasp as your voice dropped to a whisper when you whispered :

"I want you to fuck me."

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, an eyebrow raised, his proud grin stretching across his cheek as his lip parted wide enough to reveal his fangs. He came to kiss your cheek, his soft lips caressing it as his lashes offered you butterfly kisses.

His grip on your thigh softened, his thumb making circular movements against your covered skin as a warm cloud began to form in your lower belly.

"Say that again," he said, his breath landing on your neck as his thumb began to move slightly up your inner thigh.

You tilted your head back, closing your eyes as the simple sensation of his fingers on your body caressed you sublimely, a sigh of ease slipping from your lips. Miguel then took the opportunity to kiss the corner of your jaw, laying a trail of kisses that mixed sweetness and hunger, kissing and biting your skin. He lowered his lips a little further down your neck and kissed you lazily, the coolness of his lips meeting the fire burning at the back of your head. His lips reached a sensitive corner, causing you to let out a moan.

You moistened your lips, your cheeks burning as Miguel's fingers traced the sensitive skin of your thigh and his other hand rested on the small of your back, close to the cloud of heat.

And he expected you, with all these delicious distractions, to be able to string a sentence together properly and clearly. So you tried to speak louder, swallowing before saying:

"I want you to fuck me."

His lips came away from your neck, just brushing your ear before coming back to face you. The red of his eyes was deep, hungry, but above all attentive to your every move, which made him even more intimidating. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel them moving close to your skin as he spoke.

"There must be something with my hear because I can't hear properly what you said," he said, his tone a little less contained than he had managed to convey before, less composed, "say it louder."

His fingers continued their trajectory, very close to you, to where your desires came from, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening even though he never reached the spot. So this was the intense despair he'd felt earlier? The pain of his desire overcoming his thought and logic in the simple hope that he would be touched to turn the pain into sweetness?

You tried to move your hips a little, in the simple hope that he might go further, touch you, but he steadied you in an instant with his hand on your back, making you let out a little cry of longing.

You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze meeting his for a moment, and you saw it in the reflection of his eyes: the breadth of your desire spreading through your whole body.

You breathed in, gathering your strength and thoughts to say, "I want you to-"

His hand went up your back to the nape of your neck and traced up and down your spine, your body undulating uncontrollably as you concluded with a strangled sigh:

"Fuck me, please."

His carmine eyes watched you through his long black lashes, a proud sneer stretching his lips, your request seemed to have pleased him greatly.

If you had something to ask him, you might as well ask him politely. He tilted his head to one side, the light illuminating his jaw over his massive shoulder, it was so sharp it could have cut glass. Did he have any idea of the hold he had over you?

"Muy bien, bien hecho, muñeca," he murmured before kissing you again, gently.

His kiss was demanding, hungry, eager for your lips to be captured by his. Your hands, until now too afraid to touch anything or attempt any gesture, were tempted by the need to touch him in turn. They came to rest on his face, cupping it as he devoured your mouth relentlessly, his kiss a mixture of thirst, craving and the occasional sensation of his canines scratching your skin.

His thumb had moved up to your groin, deliberately avoiding and brushing very close to the part you'd been dreaming of him touching. Both his hands were now on your hips, gripping them to draw them to his.

And the electrifying sensation of his erection meeting in a single touch the excitement of your cunt that had grown inside you caused you both to moan together.

Your hand snaked through his hair, his sighs of comfort rushing into the depths of your body, blowing on the already burning fire inside you making it blaze and shine. His pelvis had begun to undulate against yours, the friction he was exerting against your covered flesh, against your throbbing clit, sending sparks throughout your body.

"Coño," he let out between kisses, one of his hands gripping your hip a little tighter to pull you closer to him and hold you in place while the other moved up your body like ivy on a statue, pressing against the back of your neck so that you were even closer. He wanted to eliminate any space between you, and you wanted it just as much, arching your body to his touch.

The kiss went from gentle to passionate, from passionate to hungry, and from hungry to needing more. Your tongues exchanged a waltz, and the next moment Miguel was back at your neck as your hand rested on his hip.

You needed more closeness, more of everything, but less clothing. He pulled you in again, straightening you up so that you ended up sitting on the desk, both your mouths still dancing.

He placed both hands firmly under your thighs, ready to lift you up.

"Hang on," he whispered between two kisses.

Without missing a beat you wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he lifted you with incredible ease, heading for a door at the back of the room: Miguel's quarters.

To avoid being bothered by anything during his precious, absent sleep, Miguel didn't belong to any of the dormitories, sleeping in secluded quarters. One of his hands came up to grip one of your buttocks, grasping it with his full hand and kneading it, a little hum of pleasure vibrating from your lips against his as you nibbled on it. You kissed his cheek, tracing his jaw with your wet skin.

As he depixelised his hand from his suit and placed it on the digital recognition pad, you gently kissed his neck, a rumble rising in his throat, a mixture of threat and plea for patience. But how could you still be patient? It was impossible, you were each other's tinder box and lighter.

As soon as the airlock opened, he came to kiss you dangerously, not tiring for a moment of the sensation of your lips caught between his. He walked quickly and eagerly, his erratic breathing colliding with your warm skin.

You rounded a corner, and the familiar sensation of a mattress under your back met you almost brutally. You were out of breath, lying back, looking at Miguel.

He stood there, looking down at you. His hair was dishevelled from the passage of your hands, his eyes shining like two rubies in the half-light, watching you hungrily. He towered over you, dominating you with his size and power. You shuddered, because at the moment he looked like a predator facing the prey he was about to devour.

He chuckled, moving closer as he put one knee on the mattress, one of his hands coming to rest beside your head, leaning gently over you, crawling up to spread your thighs as his face came level with yours.

And it was with the sensitivity that only lips possess that he whispered to you:

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," his mouth hungrily came to reclaim yours, his other hand sliding up your waist to reach your hip and hold it in place as he consumed you.

You were in his grip, entranced, trapped in the web of desire he had woven in your mind, every thread of which you touched bringing the spider back to its prey.

His hand came up to your head and nestled under the nape of your neck, looking for the zip to take off your suit. You helped him, pressing a little harder against his lips in your kisses as you raised your head to help him pull it off.

He found it, and you could feel with what composure he was pulling it. You knew perfectly well that if it had only been up to him, your suit would have been ripped to shreds and it would have been impossible to reassemble it properly and put it back together in one piece. But he was holding back, with difficulty.

The sensation of all those little metal teeth coming loose against your back and letting your abundantly heated skin breathe sent tingles through each of your ribs and down your spine, your back arching all the more at the sensation. Maybe having absolutely nothing under your costume could be complicated in certain situations, but it had never been as practical or as pleasant as it was right now. And Miguel seemed to agree.

His hand came to pull at the fabric, exposing your shoulder, and feeling his fingers run over it made you shiver. He continued to pull gently, your chest meeting the cool air until your breasts were bare.

He broke away from your lips for a moment, watching your skin like a flame and its enchanted dance. And you were burning, your whole body aflame with his touch, his kisses, his eyes. You couldn't undress him on your side, his costume knew no beginning or end other than pixels, and you found that profoundly unfair.

Then, very gently, his hand came to hover over your skin. It barely grazed, not even touching it, passing over the roundness of your shoulder, following your collarbone up to your cheek. He placed his hand on it, and it was as if your body was a diamond, every facet of which was illuminated by the light from his hand.

"Tan linda," he whispered, nestling back into the crook of your neck, kissing the warm, tender skin there. His kisses trailed down to your collarbone, sucking on your skin from time to time to reveal violet and pink flowers.

You hummed with delight under his touch, your body lighting up and glowing a little more with every touch of his lips against your skin. They came to rest between the valley of your breasts, his red eyes meeting yours as, while one of his hands pulled a little harder on the part of your suit that was still in place, his own suit began to depixel as he straightened up to face you.

Lips parted, you watched his body reveal itself, his tanned torso sculpted like a god. But above all, you couldn't help letting your eyes wander along the countless scars that marked his body.

Various shapes were mixed in, cuts, burns, strange, sinuous lines, all marking the traces of past dangers. And he had survived them all.

Gently, your hand came to rest on his cheek, pressing against your touch and kissing your palm as you let your fingers move down his torso. You let your fingertips trace a scar, caressing it gently, Miguel's breath shuddering against your skin for a moment.

Your breath caught in your throat as his bare hand grazed the skin of one of your tits, his thumb gently tracing the bouncing skin. His lips moved down the ridge of your breasts, kissing the soft, tender skin of it.

He looked into your eyes as he stuck out his tongue and ran it over your nipple slowly, the warmth of his saliva and the roughness of his muscle sending all sorts of little stars into your body.

It was as if your flesh was bare soil, and with his hands he brought forth flowers of many colours and intoxicating scents that enchanted you, making you drunk with his touch and the colours he painted under your skin.

His tongue traced the separation between your skin and your nipple, his hand resting on the other, pressing it gently between his large fingers. Then he kissed it gently, sucking lightly as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. And as the moans multiplied between your lips, he stopped, a smile stretching his lips as his hand dripped down your waist and clutched the rest of your costume.

As he pulled it off, in a slow motion, he kissed his way down your belly, letting buds of caress blossom on your body. Reaching below your navel, he exchanged a glance with you, seeking approval.

As a simple response, you raised your hips, and he gently pulled the rest of the costume down, his bare fingers brushing your buttocks and thighs as he pulled until you were covered by nothing but your panties.

One of his hands grabbed your thigh, the other settled on your waist, lazily tracing your skin until it reached your groin, stopping there, drawing indescribable patterns as the fire in your lower belly heated up.

He stayed there, eyes riveted on yours, his other hand moving slightly up your inner thighs but not reaching your core either. The tingles it sent through your being were delicious, but you were getting impatient. Your pussy was almost starting to ache from the lack of touch and contact.

"Lower..." you murmured, your desires taking possession of your body, your reason silenced.

He tilted his head to one side, and the same words you'd said to him earlier in the bathroom came back to you:

"Say that again."

A grunt of frustration rattled against your teeth. Your own cards had just been used against you in your own game, and you had no say in the matter. His fingers continued to draw as if nothing had happened, sometimes reaching for half a second a little lower than where they were staying. You needed more.

"Touch me lower," you said, looking into his red eyes, which raised an eyebrow as if to say 'aren't you forgetting something?', so you punctuated your sentence with a little "please."

He smiled, dark, his tongue passing over his canine and his lip as he ran his fingers between your skin and the elastic of your panties, pulling the latter so that only the air, his hands and his warm breath covered you.

His fingers returned to your now naked groin, and he gently traced your skin, finally coming to touch your cunt, a sigh of respite taking hold of your chest as he gently passed a single finger between your lips.

"Hmm?" he hummed, raising his fingers to the height of his head, observing the sticky substance that glued to his skin, "would you look at that." Evidence of your arousal was placed before your eyes, "Am I the reason you're so wet ?"

Your head tucked into your shoulders, your cheeks heating intensely as he smiled wider.

"Tengo suerte," he murmured as his finger returned to your entrance, coating itself in more of your wetness as his thumb settled on your clit, making slow, hypnotic circular movements that tightened the knot in your lower abdomen.

Your hands clutched the sheets as you drew in a shaky breath, but he reached down and guided one of them to his hair, which you grabbed without hesitation.

"Like it when I touch you there?" he asked, echoing the words you had said to him in the cabin.

"Mhm," you agreed, unable to formulate a coherent sentence, inhaling more air as he pushed in his first finger.

His hands were big, his fingers thick, and he manipulated them all to perfection. His finger was streching you out, undulating to awaken exceptional sensations in you.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his tone composed and almost teasing in the way he asked you things.

"Good," you assented as he inserted a second finger, causing you to gasp out a moan, your eyelids closing of their own accord.

His fingers worked you out, curving up to touch the spot that made you see stars.

"Keeps your eyes on me," he whispered as his head lowered against your cunt, his hot breath falling against your damp skin, "I want you to see me."

With difficulty you complied, and he brought his tongue against your pussy, a moan of pleasure rising from your throat. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue licking your clit made your whole body burn.

Your hand gripped his hair more firmly, needing something to anchor it so that you didn't succumb entirely to all your vices. Miguel groaned at this gesture, and the sensation of his vibrant voice on your sensitive skin almost made you come in an instant.

Your pelvis moved of its own accord, and Miguel immediately grabbed it to immobilise you, his fingers and tongue working together to make you moan even more.

The sight reminded you immensely of the bullet incident: his eyes reddened, his tongue and lips resting on you while your fingers were knotted in his hair.

You were beginning to feel as if you were flying away, but it was at that precise moment that Miguel stopped, pulling his fingers out and his mouth away. You whimpered, a whiney complaint filling your mouth as you laid your head back in disappointment on the pillow, Miguel moving up to your face.

"I just wanted to make sure you'd know what it feels like."

The torment was unbearable, and you bit your lips for fear that, on the instant, you might send an insult into his face.

"Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow, "did I make you mad?"

His tone seemed almost condescending, addressing you as if you were a child. He brought his face close to yours, his eyes falling on your lips.

"Want me to fuck you, querida?" he questioned, his lips brushing yours "want me to fill you up with my cock?"

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, simply nodding in response as his simple words managed to make your hair stand on end.

"Use your words," he said simply.

"Yes," you said, beginning to learn from his lessons, trying to find more strength in your voice, "fuck me, please."

He nodded, proud.

"Good," he said, bringing his two fingers, still covered with yourself, close to your lips, "open up."

Timidly, you parted your lips.

"Wider," he ordered in a calm voice.

You obeyed, and soon felt his moist fingers on your tongue. You licked them, his eyes watching with great interest. They were thick and having them both in your mouth wasn't easy, but by relaxing your jaw you eventually managed to suck them off properly, your eyes returning to his, feverish with desire.

Without further ado, he removed his fingers from your mouth and came to kiss your lips, hungry. The entre-met you had offered him wasn't enough, and he was fasting from it to be able to taste all the other parts of you that were still untouched by his lips.

His naked erection pressed against your cunt, and your hips undulated against the sensation as you let out an excited moan against his lips, your walls closing in on nothing.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he splayed his hand across your lower back, undoing the kiss to press his forehead against yours. He adjusted his cock in front of your entrance, coating himself in your juices, and just by that gesture and the memory of your hands, you knew it would be too much.

"Miguel it's," you breathed softly against him, "it's too big. I'll never-" but he cut you off.

"I'm sure you can take it, muñeca," he murmured softly, kissing your cheek.

He returned to kiss your lips, then asked before doing anything else:

"Ready?"

You inhaled softly, your eyes plunging into the red of his, before murmuring against his lips:

"Ready."

He nodded, coming to kiss you chastely before lining up his cock and thrusting in. A moan slipped from your lips, he was big, way too big.

"Shh," he soothed, kissing your temple, "you're tense cariño, breathe through your nose."

So you followed his instructions, trying to relax as much as possible as your nails on his back began to dig into his flesh. Your breath was coming in shaky gasps, your teeth sinking into your lip as Miguel whispered:

"You're doing so well," his hands gently caressing your arched back and thigh.

His voice relaxed you, your breathing a little more settled as he thrust deeper, stretching you out. He kissed your forehead tenderly, brushing the tiny tear from the corner of your eye with his lips.

"Just like that," he groaned, finally managing to fill you completely, "look at you taking me so well.

He kissed your lips gently, caressing the skin of your side. He kissed your cheek, then the side of your neck, sucking in one more mark.

Full, that's how you felt. He stretched you out fully, filling every inch of your being, meeting the warm cloud as he kissed you to contrast the sensation. And soon enough, you relaxed a little more.

"Are you ready for me to move?" he murmured, his thumb resting on your cheek.

As a simple response, breathing softly, you moved your hips on him. He smiled, kissing your lips softly as he pulled back slightly to push into you again, a shaky breath mingling with a moan that he swallowed from your lips.

His tongue came to meet yours, curling around it, sucking it between his lips tenderly as he took a slow rhythm to get you used to him.

He sprinkled kisses across your face, sloppy ones running over your warm naked skin, inevitably coming back to your neck, nibbling lightly. He traced your collarbone with his lips, running along it until he reached your shoulder, where the rounded skin was bitten and a moan was torn from your lips.

His hand came to take your arm, kissing the skin gently as he raised it, straightening slightly to manipulate and kiss it better.

His lips came to linger on the inner skin of your arms, depositing his lips gently as he traced that softened area, his pelvis taking on a slightly faster rhythm.

After the little treatment he'd given you, you weren't going to last long, so you let yourself be carried and touched by his adoring lips.

His tongue traced the skin on the inside of your wrist, his teeth grazing the separation between your hand and it. He came to kiss your palm, then delicately placed his lips on each of your knuckles before pressing it against his cheek.

Your thumb caressed it, and he surrendered to your touch. He then guided it to the side of your head, his fingers nestling in the crack of yours until your hands were intertwined.

"Qué guapa," he breathed.

His rhythm quickened, and you could feel the knot in your belly gradually tightening as Miguel's thrusting in and out of you became sublime, and the sounds you were making multiplied as he hit all the right spots.

Your fingers tightened on Miguel's hand as your other reached down his back to grip his arm, squeezing hard as you felt you were going to come.

"Miguel," you sobbed as he returned to kiss your lips, "I'm close."

It was a miracle you managed to get those few words right. The hand that wasn't intertwined with yours came to cup your face before moving down your body to grab your hip, a deep sigh escaping from his throat.

And you felt his canine gently bite your lip as the knot burst in your lower belly and a moan echoed in your throat. It was like a bolt of lightning striking against metal, spreading out in a powerful electric shock in your entire body as the pleasure beat like a second heart. Miguel's voice growled against your skin as you closed around him spasmodically, your nails clawing at his arm.

You twitched, Miguel kissing your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your lips. You were slowly coming down from your clouds, the sensations you had gradually fading.

"Tan buena..." he whispered, close to your lips, "but I'm not done with you yet.”

His fingers loosened from yours as he grabbed your arms with both hands to pull you against him and straighten you up. He was sitting, still inside you, making you sit on top of him, facing him.

One of his hands grabbed one of your buttocks, guiding you to move back and forth on him, while his other was on your back, caressing it.

He came to attack your lips again, the sound of your two bodies meeting clapping in the air as you felt completely disorientated by the pleasure. The speed with which he entered you was exceptional, and the sensations he triggered were even more so.

His lips moved over the back of your neck, then settled on your shoulder, his breathing becoming more and more jerky.

You tilted your head back, your voice interspersed with the feeling of him pounding you, the heat in your belly not entirely gone and tightening again.

Then the hand that had been resting on your back slipped between your two bodies and caressed your clit, your breath catching as you felt the cloud spread once more to the small of your back.

Miguel's voice grew less hushed as his rhythm quickened, his fingers working your clit with speed as you felt the climax building up again.

And all at once, you felt his fangs penetrate your beloved as he gave a powerful thrust, and you both came. The earth stopped spinning as you felt like you'd been sent miles above the clouds, both your bodies warm against each other, both of you breathless.

Everything seemed soft, floating, an inner peace had taken hold of both of you as you came down from this peak of pleasure.

He held you against him gently, running his tongue over the two slits he'd made in your skin. He pulled out of you, placing you so gently and carefully on the mattress that it was as if he had a spider's web in his hands.

You snuggled up to him, and he pulled the blanket over you as he kissed you again.

You felt safe here, cuddled in his huge arms that wrapped around you, his hands caressing your body with pure adoration and softness.

You kissed his chest, on one of his scars, and he breathed a profound sigh.

"How did you know?" he whispered.

The end of his question never came, but it was simple: how did you know I wanted to be kissed here? Probably no one had ever touched him this way, here, like that.

"There's nothing like tenderness to soothe the scars." you smiled.

He breathed out, his eyes had returned to their natural brown. He pressed you a little closer to him, his eyes locked in yours. Blue words are the ones you say with your eyes, when your lips are too tired.

"Maybe we'll have to find a name for this pseudo-friendship?" he smiled, the little chat you'd had on the first mission coming back to you as you smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"Why when we already have two letters?" you replied, placing your hand on his cheek, kissing your palm as his hand caressed your waist.

"Two letters?" he asked, curious.

"Yeah," you confirmed, your voice becoming a whisper, "us."

He gave you a candid, sincere smile before kissing your lips softly.

"Yes," he nodded, "we could make a great us, muñeca."

Us, two letters, a whole world.

[brittle-doughie]

What If?: Deceit or Defeat?

(Scenario 3. Time for Shadow Milk Cookie to shine!)

You, as well as Prune Juice Cookie, Capsaicin Cookie, and Kouign-Amann Cookie were exhausted. You all barely won the round against Choco Drizzle Cookie, Green Tea Mousse Cookie, and Pudding à la Mode Cookie.

You weren’t sure if you could win against them in the final round of the Grand Cookie Games. Their teamwork, not to mention unforgiving strategies, were too well-thought out and coordinated to predict.

You didn’t want your team to loose, not when you all made it this far. There was only one way to win, and do it, you had to ask him for help…

You were out of options. Your team was exhausted, and if they fell in battle, it would be all up to you…

So, you decided to go to a private part in the locker room, where your teammates wouldn’t be able to hear you, stared at the mirror…and say the words that he wanted to hear…

“…I…I need your help, Shadow Milk Cookie…”

He’d never let you hear the end of it. The oh-so capable and renowned Y/N Cookie asking a Beast Cookie for help?! It was so deliciously absurd!

And yet, tempting~ So tempting that he’s willing to help, with no strings attached. For now. For he knows that he’ll get well acquainted with you very soon~

He can already spot certain flaws in the dynamics of the three sisters. The youngest is distracted and lured easy, the middle sister doesn’t take things seriously, and the eldest is so focused on one specific thing at times that she fails to coordinate with her sisters, leaving her a lone target.

You wanted to ask how Shadow Milk was able to provide exact flaws in their strategy, but that would just lead to you facepalming a second later. He used to be the Virtue of Knowledge as well as being Deceit right now, he’d know how to find the proper buttons to push to drive Cookies into disarray.

Time was running out, you had to chose whether to handle things on your own..or allow the Beast to come out of his cage…

“Hehehe~ I knew you were a smart one, ya cutie patootie~”

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . INTERRUPTED ; — you find your alone time with multiple tokyo revengers characters being interrupted.

FEATURING: sano shinichiro, hanma shuji, haitani rindou, sano manjiro + sanzu haruchiyo.

warnings: f!reader, exhibitonism, bonten!timeline, shin owns his bike shop, phone calls / being walked in on, cock-warming, sort of possessive behaviour in sanzu’s, ch-oking. note: hewo :3 i am v happy w how these turned out i think so i hope u guys enjoy hehehe <3

✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO

shinichiro could never fucking say no to you, you just had to give him one of your pretty little looks from underneath your lashes and he was like fucking putty in your hands.

it’s like you knew exactly how to get to him, made just to tease and test his own self control and fuck—turns out he hasn’t got any at all, because now your usual little afternoon visit to see him at work has ended up with his hips pressing flush and tight against your own as he sinks his cock into the warm hug of your pussy.

it wasn’t normally something that bothered shinichiro, but when it’s only 2pm on a friday afternoon and he’s just heard the bell on the front door of his bike shop ring to alert him of another customer. he’s pretty sure they might find a problem with the fact he can’t deal with them because he’s balls deep in you in the back shop.

you feel the deep press of your boyfriends cock against the sweet spots inside of you when his next thrust stutters, followed by another languid withdrawal of his hips before he’s rolling them back into you at an even slower pace. but he swears he feels you squeeze even tighter when the sudden ring of the bell at the front desk rips you both from your blissful, hormone-drunken state.

“just a sec..” shinichiro calls as his fingers squeeze almost painfully at your hips and he’s pulling back to give you a lidded look from under the messy mop of black hair framing his flushed features. you shudder when you feel the cool metal of his chain leave your too hot skin but he still doesn’t pull himself away when your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt. “f-fuck, angel, gotta let me go.. quit squeezin’ so tight.

“but shin, ‘m so close.” you babble through your pouty lips and even the fucking sound only seems to lure him closer as he offers you another stuttered thrust and he grits his teeth. another ring of the bell accompanied by another sinful squeeze of your walls around him and shit— he wished he’d just closed up for the day. god he is fucking whipped.

“mmm—fine, angel. shit— jus’ gotta make it quick, alright? make it up to ya later.”

✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI

your trip to hanma’s office had started somewhat innocent, it was always down to him when you ended up spread out on his desk atleast — not that you can be blamed when he’s so infuriatingly handsome, amber lidded gaze never once leaving yours as soon as you enter.

it’s the same look that he’s giving you now as you sit spread out for him across the paper work that he couldn’t give two shits about right now. he’s still dressed apart from his unbuttoned slacks — just enough to free the heavy strain of his cock but still a stark contrast to the way he’s stripped you of everything — offered you up to himself like a luxury meal he’s about to devour, and you almost shudder with how exposed you feel before you melt at his touch again.

“you miss my cock that much, babydoll?” hanma goads, smirks as one of his large palms, sin squeezes at the flesh of your thigh so he can push you wider. you can barely offer him words with the way your desire weighs heavy on your lungs, a weak little nod that only makes his grin twitch even wider as he wraps your thighs around his hips.

“such a helpless little thing, can’t cum without me doing all the work.” it was almost uncharacteristic for him to give into you so easily, he liked you begging — crying for him to finally fuck you but any suspicions soon melt when the fat head of his cock finds the entrance to your flexing pussy.

you gasp and hanma growls as he sinks carefully up inside you, punishment taking its usual place around your throat as he squeezes lightly at the sides — he always said it was your prettiest fuckin’ necklace afterall. his other hand on your hip pulls your hips closer to his as your back arches and his cock feels like it sinks into you forever. he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch against the wood, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

but just as you find yourself floating into a blissful state, almost consumed completely by him — you jolt when there’s a sudden, sharp knock on his office door and his fingers around your throat squeeze a little tighter before he chuckles.

your wide-eyed as you look at hanma but he doesn’t stop, he looks amused and there’s something dark, wild in the same familiar amber that looks over you when the next knock is accompanied by him forcing your walls to spread open wider for him. “s-shuji.” you try, a small plea for him to tell him he’s busy — to do something, anything.

but then you only feel him press into you deeper, looking at you from over the frames of his glasses before he’s urging your head to tilt back — palm pressing tight against the middle of your throat as he drags you along his cock with the other.

“came here to cum didn’t you? better tell ‘em.. or. else.”

✩ ˛˚ . HAITANI RINDOU

rindou is fucking late, he knows as he gives the watch underneath the expensive fabric of his suit a lazy, lidded look from underneath his lashes. it’s not that he was stuck in traffic or anything, hes at the venue for the executive meeting atleast — hes just far too fucking obsessed with the way you’re bouncing on his cock as he sits in the front seat of his fucking car to actually leave.

ran’s definitely going to kick his ass, he thinks before it’s replaced by the next particularly sharp connection of your hips — warm hug of your pussy reducing him to low grunts and growls as every thought in his head is consumed by only you instead.

“fuck sake, i gotta go princess. but shit, got the sweetest lil fuckin’ pussy.” rindou hisses through gritted teeth as he lets his head fall back against the headrest — his violet gaze heavy underneath his mused bangs as it focuses on the way your pretty tits jiggle everytime you sink back down onto his heavy cock. he’s gotta go, but why can’t he bring himself to fucking move.

“so close rin!” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well hes fucking you and it does wonders at drowning out the way his phone is vibrating in the passenger seat — his hands preoccupied with dragging you along the length of him instead.

“yeah? lemme see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.” the ragged tone of rindou’s words feels like it drips through you as the muscles in his well trained body shake beneath you. his pace is unrelenting as he begins to meet each of your thrusts with heavier ones of his own, fingers squeezing tight into your hips so he can push his cock even deeper into you with every wet connection.

“you been thinkin’ ‘bout my cock, princess? already made me fuckin’ late, gotta make it up to me.” rindou groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch. your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the walls of the car and fuck— he wants to ruin you. but his next harsh thrust stutters when there’s a sudden knock against the drivers seat window that makes his head twist quickly, because despite the dark tint and the condensation from you both — he knows who it fucking is.

“oh little brother? hm, don’t make me drag you in here.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANO MANJIRO

you think it’s warm, comfortable when you’re curled up in mikey’s lap — a place that had become one of your favourite despite how many people feared him. but he was different with you, softer as his slender fingers trace up the length of your spine — making you shudder as his cock rests inside the intoxicating hug of your walls.

it was a nice sort of routine, like a little ritual than always seemed to keep him grounded and it was some of his favourite moments with you — sacred moments with you. you pull back to give him a pretty, drowsy sort of look and you almost melt completely when it earns you a relaxed sort of expression in return followed by a small smile. “manjiro.” you begin and he swears the use of his full name from between your lips makes him shudder as something warm licks at the base of his spine.

“hm?” it’s low the hum that mikey offers you but you only sigh contently before you’re urging yourself closer, letting yourself bask in his hold as his arm around you proceeds to tighten as his lips rest against your temple. “it feels good, you’re warm.” he drawls and the whispered affirmation makes your insides ache before the next squeeze of your walls is pulling a shuddered breath from the man beneath you.

but just as you get comfortable in the blissful atmosphere in the room, it’s interrupted suddenly by the harsh wrap of knuckles against his office door before a particularly scared looking gang member scurries in after. he opens his mouth to speak but the cold look your boyfriend gives him seems to make the words die in his throat before he cuts him off completely.

“i’m busy.” mikey’s tone is blunt, ragged and a stark contrast to the softer one that he seems to reserve only for you as his fingers continue their ministrations along your skin. but you find yourself tensing when his words aren’t followed by the sudden unwanted company leaving, something that your boyfriend picks up on when instead they proceed to try again as they stutter out something unintelligible.

“didn’t you hear me?” there’s authority in the sharpness of his tone this time and it leaves no room for argument — only an apology as the gang member bows before leaving, probably mentally preparing himself for the visit he’ll be receiving from sanzu later no doubt. but you find yourself relaxing into manjiro’s embrace again as soon as you’re both alone again, hearing him sigh before it’s followed by a sudden, deep kiss of his cock as he shifts beneath you.

“so annoying. i’m comfy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANZU HARUCHIYO

“haru..” you gasp from where sanzu has you hips pressed tight against his desk — swiping his fingers softly through your folds as he drags the pad beneath the hood of your clit, rolling the sensitive bud until he can see the way your thighs twitch. it was insane, the way he’s toying with you — playing with your pretty cunt like you’ve got him fucking hypnotised.

“i know, angel. just real pretty.” he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside. he rewards you with a sweet little kiss against the puffy bud when he’s not met with much resistance, grinning at the even sweeter little whine it pulls from your pouty lips.

“such pretty sounds, perfect fucking pussy.” sanzu’s fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy with the soft affirmation from his scarred lips. it was intoxicating to see a man so dangerous turn to fucking putty when he was between your legs and gazing up at you from under long lashes.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds as he pants, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up — complimenting every twist of his wrist with kitten licks like you’re the sweetest thing hes ever fucking tasted. it was rare for you both to get some alone time, he was a busy man afterall being bonten’s number two and you forget just how fucking good he makes you feel — making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulders so easily.

but just as you let yourself melt back onto the heavy wood behind you, fingers smoothing through the bubblegum roots of sanzu’s hair before you pull — you’re jolted from your blissful state by the sharp ring of his phone in his pants. you hear him click his tongue before he’s spitting out a curse, but he continues to sink his fingers into you as he struggles with the device, swiping at the screen as he swirls tantalising circles into your clit with his thumb.

“what the fuck is it?” he spits and fuck— you swear the sudden boom of his voice makes you even wetter as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers, making his scarred lips twitch into a wild grin as he hums. you can tell he’s barely listening to the caller, not important enough for his attention so you know it’s not mikey, but his attention remains on you despite the way he addresses them. “fuckin’ do something about it then, im busy.”

you’re so fucking wound up, moans muffled behind your lips despite the way sanzu’s so desperately trying to drag them out of you before he’s resting the phone face up on the desk beside you. you’d assume he was done, but you can still hear the faint voice on the other end and the hooded look he gives you is dark before he’s suddenly burying his face into you, drinking up everything you offer to him despite the way his sharp gaze cuts up into you as he grumbles out a warning.

“keep that pretty mouth quiet, angel. those sounds are for my ears only, wouldnt want to have to kill that sorry bastard for hearing what’s mine.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. do not copy any of my layouts / writing + translate / repost onto any other sites.

[delulu-sushi]

Part 1 - Always by your side

Previous! -> Next!

Contains Tokyo Revengers (Season 1, Chapter 50 and beyond spoilers!) I hope you guys enjoy so I can keep writing the series!!! Also I am currently working on a lil Mikey x y/n mini scenario heheh.

Notes for nerds! ~So it makes more sense~ These dates are from the og story July 6, 2005: The second time Takemitchi leaped, when he was in Kiyomizu's fighting ring. Mikey and Draken are with y/n before they meet Takemitchi October 31, 2005: Bloody Halloween, Valhalla vs. Toman The parenthesis: Author's notes bc I gotta put my opinion out there. Next Part: What will happen to Mikey! What is y/n gonna do? What's hidden in y/n's past?

This is a bit longer.............................. Valhalla fight is looooong

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy! Requests are open~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

July 6, 2005

"N/N-chan" Mikey's voice... it wasn't excited, not his usual bubbly voice, but rather, shy. "Yea? Whats up!" You casually ask the blonde lying on the grass next to you. Hanging out in your favorite spot as Draken awkwardly steps to the side. You turn to face Mikey

Breathtaking

Mikey's messy hair fell on his eyes as he turned to look at you, no, look in your eyes.

Butterflies

He trails his eyes down your arms to your fingers, and slowly moves to touch them, a small smile creeping on his face as he says them for the first time

"I love you"

...

"FINALLY" You can hear Draken burst out as you start giggling full of love, laughter, and every happy feeling possible as Mikey hides his face in redness, about to beat Kenny up.

October 31, 2005, 2 p.m

"ARE YOU READY MYYYKEYYY" Acting Leader of Valhalla Hanma shouts in his annoyingly yet sultry voice. Before anyone could respond, Valhalla sprung, and Toman rightfully followed.

"Well, shits getting real" Ran unnecessarily notes. "I hope Mikey dies" Rindou sarcastically (?) whispers to his brother.

"IT"S YOU AND ME NOW MIKEY" Kazutora springs in front of Mikey as Hanma takes Draken. "And I'm not holding back"

"And what makes you think I am?"

They stare at each other. Eyes locked. Dead serious.

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"RAHHHHHHHHHHHH" A crazy haired, beaten up blond teenager stands up... somehow.

"I need to wiiin-" His voice trails off as Mitsuya catches him, and with that,

"The tables have turned" Mitsuya says as the two stare at the scene. Draken is finally facing Hanma after taking 10 guys down, and the members of Toman are fighting with every last strength they have within them.

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WHAM

Lured up by Kazutora, Mikey was smashed down the car pile by Chonbo, Valhalla's captain.

"Heh, couldn't fight me alone, Kazutora?" Mikey's coat falls off as his well-built six pack is shown to the captains (but i guess that wasn't enough to intimidate them) Chonbo and Chome, who are ready to take him down.

BAM WHAM WHAM

Chonbo and Chome hold down Mikey's feet while Kazutora continuously bashes Mikey's head with an iron pole

B A M

THUD

"MIKEY!" Draken's voice stops everyone to stare at the famed leader of Toman

"Valhalla has won"

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Get. Up. Now. "Y/N... this isn't looking that good" Rin says confused, "And thats coming from Rindou" completes Ran. Never in the history of Japan has anyone been able to make Rindou feel concerned in blood. He was about to start questioning how psychopathic he was.

"No. I trust him. He. Will. Get. Up." The sternness and serious tone of your voice was enough to shut the brothers up.

No one shut them up

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2

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"Am I your enemy? Kazutora?" He rises. Your handsome, golden boy.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT MIKEY" Kazutora picks up the pole and starts bashin Mikey's head again, and again, and again, and again

"is this why you killed my brother?" Mikey fumes with anger as the pushes Chonbo and Chome off his legs, and delivers one kick to Kazutora, marking them unconscious.

Exhausted the King falls

As the enemy rushes up

His army unable to stop them

As the prince rises up As the queen rises up

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[gothsuguru]

coughs up blood as i drag myself to your doorstep …………… kairo i’m so fucking late i’m sorry but i NEED to know about capture the sting of his venom. i need to. or else i’ll die . the mice need your cult!geto crumbs so bad just the title of this alone lets me know i’ll crash out 💔💔💔💔 hopefully no one has asked about it yet ….. sobs …………. what is the premise what is the dynamic how awful is he on a scale from one to ten 🎤🎤🎤

ALSO buzzcut season 🥺🥺 plspls ….

(^ me breaking into ur inbox) (pouring you a cup of hot chocolate and sitting you down in front of the fireplace as snow falls from the sky outside our cozy apartment…… btw ☕️❄️)

ARI DO YOU KNOW I WOULD DIE FOR YOU……. i am squeaking at the mice w joy they are my Friends <333 BUT OMFG LET ME GET INTO THESE HEHEHE TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THEM BELOVED 🙂‍↕️🩷

OKAY SO . capture the sting of his venom is about cult leader!geto (obviously……. who’s gonna be as venomous as him </3) and his unwillingness to fall in love with a nonsorcerer……. yet one day at his compound, reader walks in with the most dangerous curse attached to them. i think suguru takes in reader as a “favor” but he very clearly only wants them for their curse! but over time i think he finds himself… feeling human? enamored? it’s a push and pull within himself so he outwardly expresses his hatred and whatnot to reader — and that ties into the “sting of his venom” ((but deep down… he feels something that he hasn’t felt in a Long time for reader)) but who knows if reader even reciprocates bc of how he’s acted… idk i have to plan/plot this one out more but 🙂‍↕️ he’s also silly at times in this bc he very Clearly doesn’t need to be around reader/surround himself w reader but sometimes he’ll just stomp angrily to where reader is reading a book or some shit & he’s crossing his arms and side eyeing them w daggers while huffing brattily until reader gives him attention </3 and then immediately says “what’re YEW 🫵🏼 looking at 😒” when they finally look at him . bratty cringe cult boy *cue his furious blushing*

AND RAHHHHHHH buzzcut season is actually inspired by lorde’s song & the premise of the song is this:

and this reminds me SO much of a young suguru & jujutsu society as a whole! so i think this is gonna be abt 1st year suguru and reader and the young recklessness of his youth — almost like the calm before the storm type beat? i want it to be Drenched with youth & nostalgia! and there’s a prompt list that kit rb’d with a prompt of “a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum, and rolling tobacco” that reminds me soooooo much of suguru <3 i think juxtaposing the beauty & youth & naïveté & excitement of youth vs the violence & curses & bullshit that sorcerers go through would be FASCINATING! there’s a scene i really wanna add (i’ll just say it here bc idk when i’ll post this fic — hopefully next spring/summer) but suguru swallowing his first Properly heinous special grade curse and how that effects him + reader giving him a ramune bottle & some bubblegum to try and lessen the effects. something something putting a bandaid on a gunshot wound but it means the World to suguru bc that means someone’s watching him/looking out for him :’)

BUT WAHHHH TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THESE MY BELOVED <333 i’m most excited for buzzcut season hehe :3 BUT I’LL TRY AND MAKE BOTH REALLY GOOD ESPECIALLY FOR YOU <333 anything 4 arination 🫡

omg sorry this got so long i just got so excited :3 i am happily taking plush geto & the hot chocolate + i’m laying my head in your lap in front of the fireplace <3 ^^ and here’s this pic for you………. this is arikairo when kittyjaku lures us into their mousetrap . u r the Mouse i am the Chees…….. 😔😪 we both got Got by a bad bitch (kenjaku) </333

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! How are you doing? THANK YOU for opening your requests, your writing is so fricking good! I have two fic requests in mind (you can choose one if you're doing one request per person :3).

platonic Lee! Sigma Ler! Dazai (BSD.). Plot: Sigma is 'air ticklish' and cannot deal with any form of anticipation without becoming a giggly mess and Dazai is a teasing jerk who takes advantage of this. That's it, that's the request XD.

platonic OR romantic Lee! Dazai Ler! Kunikida (BSD.) Plot: Dazai is ticklish but Kunikida is not. So, Kunikida finally has something to hold over Dazai's head and thus can get him back for annoying him. Little did he know, Dazai's ticklish laugh is different (read: CUTER) than his regular laugh and Kunikida accidently makes a comment about it out loud. That comment is now something Dazai can hold over Kunikida's head!

I'm not too sure how far you are in BSD, so feel free to ignore my requests if you don't feel comfortable writing it. Have a nice day and stay safe!

EKJEKJRJKE WAA! Thank you so much, anon! I appreciate the kind words! So- unfortunately I don't know Sigma yet, so I can't do that one; but I can do the Dazai and Kunikida fic! :D It's such a cute plot and I freaking love it akjejrkaejkrjaejrk I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo

“Oi.” A finger tasered his side, making Dazai shoot up in his seat with a yelp. “Stay focused.”

“I am! I am focused- I just…” Dazai huffed some upon meeting Kunikida’s eyes, turning back to his desk with a small pout. “I’m so boooored~ It’s all paperwork! And you won’t let me have my headphones-”

“Cause you spend the entire day dancing around the office and singing.”

“Hey- I raise the office morale with my incredible performances.”

“If by morale you mean headache risk, then sure.”

“GAH! My heart!” Dazai clutched his chest dramatically before falling against his desk, face down and slightly twitching.

“Paperwork. Now.” Kunikida went behind him, giving his ribs a quick tickle before heading out, leaving Dazai shooting up with a startled laugh.

“Mm…I’ll get you back, Doppo. That’s a promise.”

~~~

Dazai wasn’t kidding around either. He was determined to get Kunikida back.

Since the discovery of his…weakness, Kunikida had been adamant on using it against Dazai everyday. Not doing his paperwork? A poke to the ribs. Explaining his elaborate plan for his newest suicide attempt? Cut off with fingers against his neck. Singing and having a grand ol’ time? A squeeze to the thigh that nearly took him to the pearly gates.

Granted, he really shouldn’t have been dancing on the desk…

The point is- Kunikida was being a tyrant, and Dazai was gonna find a way to break him down!

“Hehehehe, this should work just fine…” The bandaged man grinned as he laid out his trap- like a carrot to the rabbit, he’d lure Kunikida in and attack! “Try to resist this, Kuni. Hehehe~”

~~~ “Where is that moron? First he bails on paperwork, then he has the audacity to dance on my desk-” Kunikida’s mutterings came to a halt when his eyes landed on a particular book lying across the coffee table. “Is that…no way!”

But it was! Upon the table was a brand new notebook! Pristine and shiny- untouched by other’s ideals and just waiting for Kunikida to sink his pen into! It was even by his favorite notebook creator- this had to be for him, yes? Oh how he wanted to touch it…

Just as quickly as it came, his excitement was snuffed out- replaced by suspicion. Was it really for him? Sure- he may be the only one to use notebooks for his ability, but that didn’t mean no one else had purpose for them. He shouldn’t be so bold.

….Surely just admiring it wouldn’t hurt, right?

Giving in to his weakness, he came over to the table, studying the craft with careful eyes. Oh, it was so beautiful! Wrapped in plastic to keep from dirtying and oh so lovely! With that- surely he could touch it? He reached out and…

“HA!” Dazai all but yelled from behind, latching onto Kunikida’s waist and digging in. “Gotcha! Gotcha gotcha gotcha! You can’t escape…me.” The brunette blinked. Why wasn’t Kunikida laughing? He pressed into ribs, wiggled his hands against his belly and sides, even pinched his hip! How…

Looking up slowly, he met Kunikida’s raised eyebrow with a sheepish grin. “H-Hello there. How are you today, Kuni?”

“Fine. Yourself?” Kunikida turned in his arms, gently taking Dazai by the shoulders as he forced him back into the couch. Dazai stiffened some, eyes wide as he leaned away. “You look nervous.”

“Oh no- no, not at ahahhall-” Dazai scrunched some with a giggle as the thumb closest to his collarbone massaged circles into his skin, already ticklish. “Dohohoho you like yoohohohur presehehehnt?”

“Oh, so it is for me? I’d say I appreciate the gift if it weren’t so obviously a trap.” The thumb on his otherside began to swirl, making Dazai scrunch up further, his giggle fits increasing. “Did you really think that would work? I believe I’ve told you before I’m not ticklish.”

“Thahahhahat’s buhuhuhuhuhuhuhull! I sthihihihihihll behehehhet you ahahahhahre- ahhhehehahah wahhahhait whahahahhait!” Dazai leaned back further when fingers began tracing his neck, his shoulders all the way up to his ears as he kicked. “Dohohohohon’t not my neehhehehheck!”

“Is it too ticklish for you, Dazai?” Kunikida smirked as he dropped his hands, giving the other a chance to breathe. “Very well then. I’ll skip your neck.”

“Whahahit reahahahally? Cause I don’t mih-Hhehehehehhehehehehehhehehehend!” Dazai shot up with a proper squeal when his ribs were assaulted from the front, ten fingers finding all the soft spots of his torso as they scratched and scribbled against them. “Aheahhahahhahaha, Kuhuuhuhuhnikihhihihihiihda! Gheahahahhaha, it tiihiihihihihckles!”

“That’s kind of the point.” The poet almost laughed himself, shaking his head as Dazai squirmed and giggled beneath him. Wait- what did he say earlier?

With a curious hand, he swept it up and tickled Dazai’s neck some more.

“AHEHAHAHAHAHHA!” A snort squeal shot out of his lips as Dazai attempted to curl up, falling sideways on the couch as he swatted at Kunikida’s hands. The laugh he let out was startling cute- soft and deep; rich with genuine glee as the brunette turtled up. “KUUHUUHHUNIKIHIIHIIHIDA!”

Oh right- he was still tickling. “Yes?”

“PLEHAHAHAHHHASE!”

“And thank you?”

“YOU KNHOOHOHOW WHAHHAHAHT I MEHAHHAHHAN!”

“Do I really?” He snuck a hand beneath his armpit, making the brunette wheeze into near silent laughter. “Come on- speak up. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“eheheheheHAHAHAHHAHA!” The sound came back when Kunikida removed his hand, returning it to Dazai’s waist and kneading gently. “STahhahahaap tiihiihihickling mehehehhehe!”

“Heh. Very well. I suppose you’ve learned your lesson.” Kunikida gave him one last scritch against his neck before pulling his hands back, watching Dazai slump. He looked so defeated- it was rather…

“Adorable.” Kunikida found himself saying outloud.

“Huh?” Dazai blinked, face red as he stared up at Kunikida. The poet felt his own flush a rivaling color, stiffening up at what just came out of his mouth. “Wait- Kuni-”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You just called me-”

“No! That was the wind.”

“You think I’m adorable! Is that why you always tickle me?” Dazai didn’t look alarmed anymore. If anything, he was grinning from ear to ear, eyes sparkling. “I knew you loved my antics! I knew it! No wonder you’ve been playing with me more recently!”

“H-Hush your mouth! I most certainly do not!” Kunikida twisted away, willing his face to cool. He was this close to getting away too! “Your antics are ridiculous and your behavior is that of a child! I find you annoying!”

“Say it to my face then, Kuni~”

The poet turned to do just that, but found the words stuck in his throat at the cheshire grin Dazai was wearing. “Oh, you son of a- GAH!” He turned to leave, marching out of the sitting area of the office.

A few seconds later, he came back, collecting the notebook.

“I’m keeping this. It’s my payment for the stress you give me.” He grunted before leaving again, Dazai’s childlike laughter following him out.

Dang…even his laugh is adorable.

Bastard.

Thanks for reading!

[moondeer1616]

Spoilers for TADC episode 3!!

My thoughts:

Oh my god I loved the new episode 😭😭😭

The parts that stuck out to me the most was Kinger saying "In this world, the worst thing you can do is make someone think they're not wanted or loved." And then later on when the adventure is over and Pomni walks over to Ragatha and let's her know that's she's grateful for Ragatha being there for her 😢😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭 my heart is in shambles.. I wish I was Ragatha here 😭😭😭😭

And then the stuff about Zoobles therapy session and Kinger loosing Queenie iagqjeidhdbsjj 😭😭😭

As for the stuff with Kinger and Queenie, it's just so sad 😭😭😭 the part where she was calm for a moment when she abstracted and felt Kingers touch 😭😭😭😭 the way Kinger is lured into the mouth of the creature because it reminds him of Queenie and says "You look beautiful honey.." 😭😭😭😭 No wonder he went insane, I can only imagine the pain of losing the person that was closest to you in a digital hell you can't escape 😭, I also find it interesting that his "room" is just his pillow fortress in the main circus area instead of his (and or Queenie's) actual rooms.

It's so depressing that Zooble doesn't like themselves and has different parts solely for the purpose of trying to find the right parts to finally feel comfortable in their own skin and love themselves 😭 and then the fact that they don't open up because caine forgets what they say about it and it makes them feel like nobody listens or cares about what's they're going through uagqidjshsbshgshs zoobles just like me fr, I wish I could give them a hug and tell them that they're perfect just the way they are. I wonder if zoobles feelings about themselves changed when they came to the circus, or if that's something they've always felt, even when they were human and it's part of their memory.

I'm really curious about what memories specifically they remember. Do they remember their childhoods? Their traumas? The people they knew in the real world? The only thing that we know for a fact that they CANT remember is their names so I'm not sure, I guess we'll have to see as the story progresses

And then the other stuff like gangle drawing, all of them having different effects when holding their breath, caine making the circus glitch while questioning his existence 😭, the cute ghost and Martha Mildenhall, ragatha and gangle just having a tea party of her while talking about how men are while jax is tied up LMAO

It's amazing 😭😭 I can't wait for all the fanart, including the ones I'll make hehehe

[erstwhilesparrow]

sparrow!! 15 and or 37 for the writer asks? 🥺❣️

quinn!! :D hello :] talking about my wips got long ^^;

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

GREAT questions. jesus fuck. saying two trout gasping on a june shore feels like cheating because that's just the longest fic i've written in the past two years, but. it's fun! there's lots of characters having dramatic conversations! there's a fight scene! there's cartography! could do some really upsetting cgi wings, even.

37. Talk about your current wips.

hehehe >:3 uh. okay. there's a lot of them. list:

original work about a professor slash hagiographer and the IT support worker she's roped into her wild dreams of writing a completely comprehensive book on the mechs that they call saints. this one's for something that might get submitted to contests / journals, which is why i haven't really talked about it anywhere. i'm putting off working on it right now to answer this ^^; i've been on a real mech kick lately.

limited life mean gills selkie au, inspired by / set in the same universe as a fic by the inimitable soapflowers! i know several of those words don't mean anything to you, but listen. what if you were a selkie and the pretty fisherman who showed up on the edge of your waters sometimes was charming and quick-witted and lured you into his house, and then he locked your pelt in a chest in his basement and kept you like a trophy. what if you got sick and all the food he offered you smelled like poison and he wore the key to the chest around his neck like a taunt, but he also stroked your hair and called you perfect and picked you up when your unsteady legs gave out on you. you're not kidnapped, you're fine, you're just not feeling very well right now, so of course you'll do what he says. he's taking care of you; seals are solitary creatures, and here is the first person in a long time who will look out for you. the food is fine. the knife on his belt has nothing to do with you.

secret life pearl/lizzie. i've been trying to write this one for MONTHS. it should only really be 2k at most once i've actually got it on the page but i keep! not doing it!! from one point of view, it's about recognizing your past self in someone who may well be past the point of no return on their path to self-destruction, but wanting to reach out anyway, to have proof that you could have been seen and known and cared for even then. from another point of view, it's about being patronized to and invisible and always caught up in the stories of people who shine more brightly than you. it's about weighing your secrets and it's also about secrets you didn't mean to share but that the other person has anyway.

third life flower husbands mech au. remember how i said i've been on a mech kick lately. i've been thinking about how... okay, mechs are about bodies. they're about bodies in a lot of ways. what does that look like when you translate it to minecraft, or even more broadly to video games? what's a body in a game? my feeling is they stop being about physical needs and space so much and start being more about reputation and performance. a body in a game like minecraft is hard to touch in non-violent ways, but very easy to see. a mech towers over the average human -- it draws your eye, it tells you something about its pilot and/or its creator via its design, its weaponry, the way it moves through space. a mech battle can be an actual battle but it can also be an ideological disagreement, in which someone's particular worldview is embodied in steel and bullets. a mech as a way of communicating a message. a mech as the clearest form of communication you have available to you, in a world where the commands you give to a pilot are the strongest and most physical tether you have to each other, because the game doesn't even let you hug.

there's lots of other stuff sort of floating in the background that might happen at some point: some kind of meditation on timekeeping and how time is a way that people can be brought into or out of a community (wra pix au?); something about histories that won't be laid to rest and people who lash out when cornered, even/especially with people they care about (shadowrot secret life relationship study); classic triangulation of desire in which you fuck someone while desperately imagining a different person in their place (fwhip/pix two trout smutfic)

[matenrou-fan]

asking this again bc I forgot to say it was a hc sorry 😭

hcs for poly matenrou x GN! s/o?

- ✨💅

Poly! Matenrou x GN! s/o

ahhh it's okay..! here you're!! <3 (Werewolves vers)

GNreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-The most comfortable poly you would ever have!

-Your relationship is more soft and gentle, as both Jakurai and Doppo are pretty calm men who want some peaceful evenings all together, and the only one who's put more lively energy and freshness in your lives is Hifumi.

-Yet even he can be pretty caring and mindful, always treating his dear partners with delicious dinners. And even if you would offer your help, worrying that it would be pretty hard for one person to cook so many dishes for four people, Hifumi just shakes his head.

-"No, no, no, s/o, Jakurai, go on and relax a little!" - with a small giggle he pointed to Doppo who was sitting on the couch. - "Here, follow his example!"

"I think our poor worker is almost sleeping now.." - Jakurai chuckle when you both get closer to him with a soft smile.

"Ahh, then try to wake him up while I'm cooking..! This would be enough help!"

-Actually, Jakurai also loved to treat his lovers with dinner, yet preferred to take you all to some fancy restaurant.

-As one of the best doctors in Shinjuku, he has a pretty good salary that he never even spends too much, as he doesn't really feel an urge. So now, when Doc has so many partners that he cares about, spoiling you all with gifts and cafes was one of his favorite things.

-He's also pretty attentive and knows how to choose just the right things without even asking what you three need, always pleasantly surprising you on the dates.

-"J..Jakurai-sensei, it's..! It's too much..!" - Doppo squeak, blushing heavily, and both you and Hifumi can't help but giggle:

"Ahh, Doppo~po! It's not the way you should thank people for their kindness..!" - Hifumi cling to his right side, tickling his ear with laugh, when you wrap your arms around his waist from the left:

"You're always so selfless, honey. Don't be so shy, you deserve it.."

"Doppo, they're both right..That's just a small present to reward your big work." - Jakurai also get closer, luring you all in a big hug. His arms were long enough to wrap around your and Hifumi's shoulders, pushing you tightly to his chest. Ahh, is it you or your boyfriend sniffing right now..?

"I.. Um.. Thank you, thank you all.." - he mumbled, hiding his now even more red face from Hifumi's teases:

"Hehehe, say it more loudly, Doppo!"

"S-shut up..! I can't…"

-Oh, of course. You three always help him feel better after work. It's sometimes to meet up all together, so you do it turn by turn: sometimes you relax him with some cuddles and light massage, sometimes he cries on Jakurai's shoulder, venting about his problems, and most of the time he finds a new strength in Hifumi's dinners.

-As they live together they spend more time together, but are always willing to invite you and doc to their place when everyone has free time. It can be hard due to absolutely different work shifts (especially with Hifumi's mostly night work.), but when you actually sit all four together, just cuddling and discussing random things, it is worth the time of waiting.

-Hifumi jump around, trying to cling to everyone in the same time, Doppo acting all grumpy and scold him, trying to drag you closer to himself, with clearly visible bright pink on his cheeks, and Jakurai just near you all, with his casual soft smile as it pretty amusing to watch all his lovers fooling around like that.

-But if you have a hard time putting together your schedules and can't meet up, it's still okay! None of you is getting too jealous if the other two or three are hanging out, it's actually the opposite - you love when Hifumi sends you new photos from fishing with Jakurai and always sends back some selfie from Doppo's lunch break when you bring him homemade meals. Or when Doppo shyly but happily bubbles about his little date in the park with them both on the phone, and then listens carefully to your story about shopping date with doc last friday.

-"Oh, I also bought this new shirt.." - you mumble into your phone, attaching to your text a photo of you that Jakurai did when you tried it on in the store. - "Here.. did you receive it?"

"Yeah..!" - for a moment your boyfriend gets silent, and then his voice get more weak. - "Woah.. You look so cool here.."

"Did it suit me?" - A small chuckle escaped your lips as it was kinda cute how quick Doppo got shy just after something like this.

"E-everything suits you, s/o..!" - he gasps, then sighs. - "I'm not really good in fashion, you know..? You can ask Hifumi next ti-"

"Ask what? Oo, you talking with s/o?!" - a sudden voice breaks through. - "S/o, you remember we are going to the cinema tomorrow?!"

"I remember.." - you can't help but laugh, hearing a little playful fight between your lovers. - "Hifumi, check out my purchase.."

"Mm? Oh, Doppo, lemme see..! Lemme see what s/o talking about..!"

-Hifumi would totally make a chat for you all to share these photos and to just check each other from time to time.

-It's probably specific but I'm sure that he uses kaomoji (these things > o(≧▽≦)o), Doppo is more silent type who's only sending sad emojis (or maybe some voice messages where he scream in his berserk mode about how much he hates his work), and Jakurai is just:

-And also Doc is probably sending some long poetic texts, asking how your day is and what exactly you all eat. These lectures with a bunch of tips for your health look kinda funny around Hifumi's messages that are like: "Okie~dokie ☆ ～('▽^人)"

-But this difference between you all was one of the most important things that kept your relationship so interesting and alive. It was full of different colors as everyone brings something new in the lives of others, and it feels so reassuring.

-It's also help you all to go through your problems, like overworking for Doppo and Jakurai, your bad days, Hifumi's fear.. Cause there's nothing more healing than love..♡

[denis-local]

YALL, ITS YA BOI, GR4Y, AND I AM *BACK* WITH SOME *QUESTIONS*!! *insert fleshcousin yay sfx*

1. how many people buy the 💖yassified💖 fafa (i'd eat it tbh)

2. where'd boots get the 💖yassified💖 boots!? gawhdamn those are long

3. did cashier open the icecream freezer yet, i wanna buy some. (bonus, is there a 💖yassified💖 icecream flavor?)

4. Does Yassi-Spray exist?? Possibly under a different product name than Yassi-Spray? (bear spray, but for fending off the 💖yassified💖)

5. why in the FUCK is denis' tail getting stretched to oblivion in the 💖yassify💖 spectrum comic, i need to know (on the last few panels)

6. what new things can williamplayz (willyslayz) do now that he's 💖yassified💖

7. can pest sing (if so, which lady gaga song since he likes lady gaga)

8. has kasper ever tried to kill/execute (un)pleasant

9. can the 💖yass-virus💖 transfer through particles and what not

10. to add onto the last question, does kasper sneeze '💖yassify-particles💖' or something

11. oh dear dont tell me the 💖yassified💖 know how to do marketing and advertising, business, even...

12. how the FUCK did MR ring the doorbell (in the comic) when he has no hands

13. is kasper necessarily 'mad' at drretro for how she treats him (LIKE A LAB RAT. unacceptable smh)

14. does bive do blogs on the internet or something how that they're 💖yassified💖, instead of being a detective? OR DO THEY DO BOTH NOW

15. where does spud get his nails done

16. is split edible. strawberry.

17. what was the cocoon process like for pilby, how tf would it even work (since they're humanoid n stuff)

18. if bive gave reddy the 💖yass-virus💖, how the fuck did she do it?? some sorta malware program?

19. is lampert still a germophobe now that he's 💖yassified💖

20. did wallter and mark get back together perhaps (probably not)

21. what stuff DOES pest shoplift

22. what type of music does poob play at the parties

23. okay so yknow how fleshcousin has a big hole in the middle of their head? was that changed during the 💖yassification💖 process?

24. if pest bakes pie, he should start a bakery.

25. last but not least question: did kasper change their gamertag when they got 💖yassified💖.

shitton of questions i get it, but hey, thats me. (cringe too i think idk you tell me)

Another batch of questions hehehe >:D

(Another necessary cut off bdhsfqh)

1. I'd guess a lot, they are rather tasty tho also hallucinogenic

2. They probably found them in the back of the koby somewhere also they'd probably be one of the first mannequins to be infected lol

3. Never, he's hogging it all </3 (yes, mainly being sold at Crem's shop and Enphoso's store)

4. Just normal spray will do tbh, it's why Sarah carries it around ever since the outbreak started lmfao

5. My tail got infected *sobs* but dw Denis neva dies

6. More princess dresses with full faces of makeup much to Jermey's joy

7. Idk, but even if they could they would never do it haha

8. Kasper def has experimented some ways (Probably same as canon)

9. At first it was purely through bites so technically you could still smooch your yassified partner and not get infected, but as of late it seems to be getting more and more contagious. To the point it may be airborne now. Luckily Enphoso's store already has special air conditioners!

10. No, thankfully they cannot spread it through their germs. Not at all actually.

11. They absolutely do know how to do marketing and advertising </3 Enphoso is NOT helping

12. He found a way hehe

13. At first definitely, but he seems to have already forgotten about it! So he kinda forgives her!

14. Still does blogs, but it seems her new advertisements for the blog seem to be luring more people in. More people to spread the truth to!

15. Ya mama (jk, they were done by MrManeuver has a side business and for good prices!!)

16. No!!! Don't eat her cries

17. They probably got super tired and hungry at first, then made themself a cocoon, slept in it for a few days, and came out elegant as hell

18. Someway somehow a bite was enough. Even creatures made of materials that are not flesh don't seem to be safe either.

19. Yes absolutely, they probably have that clean girl aesthetic now

20. I think they're working on it (polite and fun don't mix well either I guess ah)

21. Still mainly coins, but will snatch a few lipstick tubes here and there. Now he can get away qith it more easily haha

22. Licky by Larry Tee and Princess Superstar (listen with headphones y'all)

23. Nah it's still there unless it mimics someone then they will just do the usual haha

24. He should! Maybe then he'll stop stealing coins haha

25. She would have, but he doesn't have enough robux </3

[youknowwhoiamperiod]

hi ariel!!

i come bearing a selfship question for jariel <3 what does a day at the beach together look like for the both of you? are you more of a sunbather, swimmer or somewhere in the middle? what kind of snacks do you and jason bring?

i hope your week has been treating you well so far!! xx

hiiii aurore how are u angel?? my week has been pretty chill so far so i'm savouring it,, hope yours has been treating you nicely too <333

EEEEEEEK I LOVE THE BEACH anything that is an abundant source of water is my absolute safe place <3 the beach is so special to me and it's somewhere i always go to whenever i get to chance like i have a deep emotional connection with it. it's where i feel the most at ease and peace and jason accompanying me on that journey would mean the absolute world to me :(((

i think the journey would be pretty calm and fulfilling as a whole aside from the fact that i'd be super insanely excited and energetic on the way because!!!! beach!!!! and i'd be blasting pop music the entire time which i like to think would just get to him and would make him just as excited and happy as i am

once we arrive he'll have to physically restrain me to put sunscreen on my impatient ass before i just throw myself in the water hdjfhsghab,,, i'd say i'm somewhere between a sunbather and a swimmer but DEFINITELY leaning onto the latter which i think is more the opposite in his case </3 i just love water so much and swimming is just so much fun and refreshing it's a big pleasure to me,, i think he'd kind of find it amusing and joke that maybe i truly am a mermaid and i'm trying to lure him to his death which is cheesy but he still swims with me until i get tired :DDD i always found it so cute when couples went swimming together like we'd spend most of the time just splashing and trying to "drown" each other (he's winning unfortunately) until i just end up clinging to him in the middle of the water and just laugh at our (his) stupid jokes, kiss and whisper sweet things only for our ears and sea to catch and remember :(((

and obviously we'd get little breaks where we just sunbath but they're usually pretty short for me because my skin is very sensitive and no matter how many layers of sunscreen i put on i always end up with horrible burns 😔😔 but i'd so enjoy it still. i think he'd probably lay down and pick up his book briefly, and i usually do the same thing but i'd be a little dizzy and funny at the sight of him, hair and body still dripping wet under the shining sun highlighting all his assets 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so i'd just lay on him and trace down his torso or back lovingly (he'll have a big smirk splattered on his face and say smtg about not being able to keep my hands to myself with people watching which would just get him a big smack on his arm and teasing him back about his own wandering eyes and hands),,, and we'd also have some food to feast on cause swimming is a hunger opener!! we always brought small homemade sandwiches with us growing up (usually made of chicken cause i love it heheh) so i think we'd do the same thing with some fruits and ice cream for desert (by the time i get hungry he probably would have eaten half of what we brought smh). i also thing we'd spend some time building sandcastles or drawing silly things on the sand which is so much fun and always ends with us all giggly and loveydovey, writing down our initials in a heart and let the waves wash it away.

i think that at some point he'll probably doze off under the sun which is so cute and adorable,,, i'd watch him a bit before going back swimming. and because i'm so funny and i miss him sm i'd interrupt his sleep by laying on him all wet and cold teheheh,,, then he'll pick me up and throw me back in the water and get in to give me a horrible time but we'll just end up swimming and playing around again

i always stay at the beach for as long as possible which is usually right after sunset!!! we'd either just sit down wrapped in the same towel while watching it or we'd still be in the water. he'd be the one packing things up the most because i always like to have a little bit of personal time by the water,,, kind of an inner moment to say goodbye when i'm just walking by the shore picking up some seashells if there's any. and on the way back i'd be more silent and tired and sad because we're leaving </3 and i think he'd be so soft and gentle, talk about how much fun he had today, that we should do it again and thank me for it while i just hold his hand in mine and whisper how much i love him and the beach before dozing off from being sleepy eepy :((( and then the chaos starts again when we get home and i realize how sunburnt i actually am so he has to take care of my red whiny ass

anyway this is super long but it's my two favourite things combined and i just can't help myself but yap :(((( you got me all soft and happy thinking about it thank you sm for indulging me!!!

[idswolf]

Hehehe Hello! Tis your secrettttt skeletonnnn!

I noticed on your wishlist you wanted to yap out some details about your goobers! I would love to draw either 4 armed Eclipse, Sunny Bunny, or Hallow, though you can yap to your heart's content about as many of your OCs as ya want! I do wanna see if these extra details will sway me even more onto one of your OCs hehehe

Btw, I am completely fine with gore too, so if your duders got some extra gruesome backgrounds I am able to handle them o7

OH MY GOSH HEWWO!! Let me just *scrambles to find my notes* alright so going down the list I’ll start with Eclipse!

Eclipse✨: Here’s so basic info I already had written down

• This Eclipse is from my security breach au called Won’t Die, they end up being one of Gregory’s protectors in it.

• I said they’re fusion of Sun and Moon and I mean that literally, in this au Sun and Moon are two separate beings in their own body and they literally combine together to make Eclipse.

• They’re kinda like Opal from Steven Universe in the sense they have a very one track mind and tend to focus on one thing and end up forgetting about other things they were meant to do

• They’re move around in the same creepy manner that Moon does in the games

• They’re 9’1 ft tall (not including the rays)

• They technically have 3 tails, the two ribbons on their backside and the hood of their lil cloak can move around like tails and the ribbon ones are strong enough to pick up Gregory!

• They are very willing to fight and or destroy stuff in order to complete their main goal

• They’re very protective and very strong (examples vvvvv)

The White Rabbit 🐰:

• So his name isn’t Sunny bunny, I just call him that to differentiate from my other Suns, he’s from my wonderland au and in it he’s either called Sun or the rabbit

• Sun is really kind to children but HATES adults, in fact he’s murdered multiple before in very gruesome ways, never in front of kids tho

• I want to make sure you know he genuinely cares about kids and loves making them smile whether it’s by doing fun activities with them or doing something silly to amuse them

• Him, along with most of the others from wonderland, want to kidnap kids so they can entertain them for forever, he actually lured Cassie (the Alice of this au) into wonderland without her knowing it was a trap

• He’s very manipulative and persuasive, this is how he helped keep kids from leaving wonderland in the past and how he got Cassie to help him in freeing the residents of wonderland

• He genuinely doesn’t think murdering people and kidnapping kids is a bad thing

• He’s an animatronic but he’s also semi organic

• He has a magical ability that lets him shift into a smaller form that looks like a rabbit(I sadly haven’t drawn it before), tho it’s smaller then his normal size it’s actually just a bit bigger than Cassie (she’s 3’9 ft for reference)

• He’s like 6’5 ft?? I never really figured out his height but it’s around that

Hallow 🎃 : Here’s some info I had written already

• The au Hallow is in is my seasonal au, basically magical creatures are the living embodiment of each season and of the four elements, other creatures there are also the embodiment of different things too like Hallow being the embodiment of Halloween

• The farm they live on isn’t in the human realm at all but is instead in a realm where magic and such run wild, the farm is ran by Maple (my grim Foxy) whose the embodiment of fire and autumn

• Hallow can only go to the human realm on Halloween but normal animals and humans are able to cross freely tho the areas to do so are very hidden so humans very rarely encounter the magical realm

• The character Hallow is most similar to is Jack Skellington, they’re both the embodiment of Halloween, tall spooky looking guys, mischievous, kind, and protective of their friends

• They can open their mouth and they have a very long goopy black tongue, I sadly don’t have a drawing of this but I have a drawing of a different character who has a tongue that’s similar to Hallow’s just not goopy like theirs is

Highly recommend looking at this art of Hallow as an example of the flames “leaking” out :] https://artfight.net/attack/7869231.dare-gone-wrong

[houseoflibra]

Saint Seiya: Dark Wing Chapter 29: The Caged Scorpion

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Eulalia: - Sigh… - I'm glad - that I was able to free those students from those threads of cosmo, but - I almost stood out too much…

Soujiro: - Be sure not to stand out!

Lucas: - E—Eulalia, what was that?!… - *Surprised*

Eulalia: - Hmm...

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Eulalia: - I'm sure that somebody who can make a beautiful melody like that - will keep my secret! - Heheh… - My sense of aesthetic is flaw— - Ouch!! - Oww… - ...An invisible wall was put here.

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Eulalia: - A barrier made of cosmo… - No. - This…

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Eulalia: - …has the shape of a birdcage. - Somebody trapped me in here, huh? - Heheh… - Now, you see this, Soujiro?

Soujiro: - Me?

Eulalia: - I lured out the enemy, - without having to do any covert investigation! - All that's left is to defeat the culprit behind the incidents that happened here and we'll be done!

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Eulalia: - A large presence - is slowly approaching… - This strong aura… - Don't tell me it belongs to the Three Judges of the Underworld?!

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Minos: - Ah… I've found you, - my golden beauty!

Eulalia: - Weren't you - playing the piano just now?…

Minos: - Hmm? - Oh.

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Minos: - Hahah… - You mean the human who became my vessel? - When I awakened, - that fragile human soul disappeared. - I am grateful to him, - for finding me such exquisite raw material - as a gold saint.

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Minos: - So… - in accordance with his last wish, - I shall offer you up as my living puppet!

Eulalia: - Scarlet Needle!!

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Minos: - Oh… - The light speed attack of the Gold Saints…

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Minos: - It is quite impressive that you could - injure my body, hm.

Eulalia: - …!

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Minos: - So you saw through this as well?

Eulalia: - Completely imperceptible - thin threads of cosmo…

Minos: - In previous holy wars - there were none who could evade these threads… - Hmm… - So it seems you have prepared countermeasures, hm?

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Eulalia: - Heheh! - I have run - many simulations of counters - to deal with the Three Judges of the Underworld from Hades's army!

Minos: - That noble… - …strong cosmo… - …and practiced movements in anticipation of a battle against us… - *grin* - How very interesting!

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Eulalia: - (His cosmo is far more) - (evil and dangerous than I expected…) - (This is indeed one of the Three Judges of the Underworld…) - (…the Celestial Noble Star Gryphon!) - (He really…) - (really!…)

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Eulalia: - Really, - you are a worthy and formidable opponent!!

Minos: - Heh! - What a splendid spirit. - Heh heh… - Very well. - Come now… - Show your fists to Minos some more!

Eulalia: - Then - take them and repent!

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Eulalia: - Take my Scorpio cosmo! - Scarlet Needle!

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Minos: - Ngh!! - Huff… huff…

Eulalia: - By design, the Scarlet Needle is not meant to deal a killing blow in one shot. - With the intense pain of its fifteen shots, - it gives the enemy time to think about - whether to surrender or die…

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Eulalia: - But you, Celestial Noble Star Gryphon!, you are an enemy that must be defeated right away! - With my Antares! - Now! - I will suppress you!!

Minos: - Ugh! - I did not expect the power of the Gold Saints of this era - to be at this level… - Huff… huff…

Eulalia: - Tch! - Now perish, - Celestial Noble Star Gryphon!!

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Eulalia: - Scarlet Needle Antares!!

Minos: - *grin*

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Minos: - Is this really all right, - "Miss Eulalia"? - You fell for it.

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Minos: - Cosmic Marionation!

Eulalia: - (I can't let my guard down…!) - Ah?!

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Minos: - My cosmo threads - can adhere even after just a slight graze. - They attached to the wound on your cheek that you got before. - So you see, - my invisible threads of cosmo were attached to it all along.

Eulalia: - Aaaaah!!

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Minos: - It should go without saying… If you had not made room for mercy on the battlefield, - you could have destroyed me with a single strike before now. - And - even though this vessel is under my influence…

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Minos: - …I was considering that I wanted - to reshape your body, you know? - For him…

Eulalia: - Heh!

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Eulalia: - Of course - that gentlemen should have all sorts of desire for a beautiful woman like me!! - And to obtain me, they should compete with each other and strive to improve themselves! - That attitude is what makes them beautiful!

Minos: - Then… - a noble and beautiful lady like you… - what kind of agonizing dance will you show me?… - Heh heh!…

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Eulalia: - Nghah!!!

Minos: - You struck your enemies with 15 blows of pain, wasn't it?

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Minos: - Then I… will take - the roughly 206 bones that all people have, - and slowly, - take pleasure in destroying them one by one!

Eulalia: - Gghhh!

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Eulalia: - Huff… huff… - (What an overwhelming power…) - (Once he captures somebody, they can never escape) - (the Gryphon's cosmo…) - (My plan went a little off track, but…) - (there's no helping it…!)

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Eulalia: - (I won't let it be in vain!) - (Tristan…!)

Tristan: - … - Just now... - What was that?…

Aquarius Gold Saint, Tristan

To be continued...

[kitten4sannie]

HELLO OMG 🥹 been reading your works for a while and I just came across crazy form and I— OH MY GODDDDD THAT WAS SO GOOD. SCREAMING CRYING WOOSAN HAD ME DIZZY 😭 god that fic was so hot fr. I love how woo lured her in. MY GOD WHEN CF!San said ‘I can make you feel needed’ I— 😳 if I still had braces I would’ve clenched my teeth so hard I’d snap the wire. GODDDD CRAZY FORM WAS SO FRICKINNNNN. DELICIOUS YUMMY GOOD

tokki omg hi!! :3 i’m so honored that you’ve been reading my fics aaaaa 👉🏼👈🏼 whhwhw the way i’m actually twirling my hair rn pleaseeee and heheh woo knew exactly what he had to do bc bbg woo always gets what he wants <3 ohhh ?? 👀 im actually SO happy you enjoyed that line in particular!! bc i was foaming just from writing out that line it’s just so hhrrrfrr esp coming from dilf san >< and the braces omg you’re so cute 😭 i used to have them too actually i do nott miss it TT AAAA THANK YOUUU SWEETHEART 🫶🏼💞✨

[vendettavalor]

@rathalascendant said: “You can go. It’s okay, go… Go on, get out of here!“ // hehehe angst of your choice :3

⚔️ Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

She can't. She can't leave her. Not like this.

It was a clever trick. The hunter had known just how to set things up to lure them out and divide them. Ratha was the biggest threat, and the prime target to get the Rider's interest. And so, he was taken down first. The trail of clues as to where he'd been hauled off to were, in hindsight, too obvious- too easy to follow. A clear trick. It was almost insulting how easily he'd been able to predict the outcome.

Thankfully, Red wasn't seriously harmed. A simple means to an end, a tool in a greater scheme, used and discarded. As soon as she'd appeared, the trap was sprung and knocked the rider from the Light Fury's back.

Now, iron bars separate them once more. Cold steel with some sort of strange pattern across its wide, flat faces keep her from coming too close. Too little distance and arc of lightning erupts from the metal and zaps at her scales, sending her scuttling back towards the fallen Rathalos. She keeps trying to nudge him awake but to no avail. There's a strange, dense blue mist around them- one that makes her feel dizzy if she doesn't hold her head above it.

The odds are against them, and she can hear the sound of boots and hooves on the ground closing in. She's desperate. She keeps trying to approach the cage and letting out pained wails as she is shocked each time. Still she persists, again and again, until finally she is spent, trembling and panting and barely able to clear her head from the strange mist. Her vision is blurry and she looks at Mari as though she wants to cry.

She can't leave her.

But she has to.

Brokenhearted, she tucks herself under one of Ratha's wings to hide. They won't bother with the Rathalos. They've got what they came for. They only need the girl. As she peers out at Mari one last time, her expression is pleading.

i'll come back for you. I promise. I promise I'm not leaving you.