#mitsuya takashi x reader fem

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 (+ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮) + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. (𝟑)

➺ INCLUDES: south terano, shinichiro sano, keizo arashi (benkei), takeomi akashi, mitsuya takashi, senju kawaragi (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. Please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | i’ll be taking a break from twitter links after this one. I want to focus on actual writing rather than straight up porn lol

SOUTH.

If there's one thing South loves more than pounding your pussy, it's shoving his cock down your throat. He’ll have you laying on your back with your head hanging off the side of the bed, his cock stuffed deep inside your throat. He’ll wrap his hand around the large bulge and jerk it before withdrawing just long enough to let you breathe, quickly going back to pushing himself all the way down your throat, watching as you swallow him down effortlessly.

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BENKEI.

Benkei is always so gentle with you. Because of this, you’d think morning sex with him would also be gentle; soft whispers exchanged in each other’s mouths while he gently pushes his cock into you, his hand on your clit helping you reach your climax faster. While this scenario does happen, it doesn't always go the way you think it will. Most times when he's been awake for longer than you have - he'll have you laying down on your belly, one of your legs dangling off the bed as he takes you from behind, your face buried deep into the pillow to muffle your moans, fists twisting the sheets. His hands grip onto your hips and the plump skin of your ass as he chases his high, each thrust bringing the two of you closer to your limit.

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SHINICHIRO.

Days where Shin has the house to himself are rare, but when he does, the two of you always make the most of it. Those days usually consist of cuddling, making out, and, well, lots of sex. It's the only time when you can be as loud as you want — and most importantly your only opportunity to fuck whenever and wherever you want. You’ll be preparing breakfast in the morning and Shin will have you pressed against the counter before you can even begin to light the stove, his hands pushing your skirt up so he can bury his face between your thighs, starting his day with his favorite breakfast.

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TAKEOMI.

This man will lose his fucking mind if you give him head, especially if you do it out of nowhere while the two of you are relaxing in bed or watching a movie on the couch. It’ll start with you palming him over his sweatpants, teasing him just long enough to get him hot and bothered, his mind becoming too cloudy to focus on anything outside of you. He’ll lift himself up and push his pants down to his thighs, your lips immediately wrapping around his thick cock, sucking and stroking what doesn't fit in your mouth.

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MITSUYA.

Mitsuya much prefers giving rather than receiving, which is why he always insists on eating you out before fucking you. You don’t even have to return the favor — he doesn't need it. Don't get me wrong, he does enjoy getting head and he obviously won't refuse a blowjob when you offer him one, but watching you moan and squirm as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you has to be his favorite sight in the world. All he wants is to make you feel good, his hands resting on your ass as you circle your hips and hump his face, pushing his tongue deeper and fucking yourself on it as you sit on his pretty face.

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SENJU.

Senju eats you out so good, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly she manages to break you into a moaning mess and pull multiple orgasms out of you with just her tongue. She knows exactly what you like, what to do and where to focus in order to get a specific reaction out of you or have you pull her hair just a bit tighter — your moans like music to her ears as she devours you.

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[cfyslvr]

General smut headcanons

→ author's note: honestly I have no idea where this came from, I started a baji × reader fic but uhh.. I got bored of it :) my apologies I promise I'll finish it asap. honestly writing this was a little tricky for me bc I've never looked at chifuyu this way but I also had a few ideas and wanted to put them out there + I'm lacking when it comes to activity and headcanons are much easier to write than a whole ass fic so- here it is ^^ lmk if y'all want any other characters and I'll do my best to write them asap !!

→ warnings: smut, 18+, timeskip chifuyu (you'll never see me sexualizing by little blond baby), fem!reader, I would say minors pls don't interact but I know that y'all will read it anyway so 🤷🏻‍♀️ i wrote this in like 15 minutes so it might not be the best

Y'ALL idk why but my stupid ass tumblr won't let me put three pictures like I usually do 😭 I've been trying for like 10 minutes now and it won't work so just deal with the one picture (I'm gonna kms)

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- depending on when you two started dating, there's like a 90% percent chance you were his first.

- i feel like he would respect your decision on whether you want to wait till marriage or not, he's okay with either.

- i saw some people making headcanons that he used to watch porn as a teenager, but tbh he doesn't really seem like that type of person to me so I'll say he didn't do that.

- although he most definitely did see some interesting stuff from takemichi's gang and their nasty ass comics 💀

- i can also say that he probably has visited porn sites, not bc he's a porn addict or anything but bc he was genuinely curious (like most of us are).

- i also saw some people saying he'd be into one night stands, but once again I'd have to disagree

- to me personally, he seems like someone who would want to build a relationship with someone before engaging in something so intimate as sex.

- I also feel like he would wait for at least a year or maybe even longer to do it, especially if it's both of yours first times.

- as I said before, he has visited porn sites and saw makoto & yamagishi's 18+ comics, so I wouldn't say he's ENTIRELY clueless, but definitely not experienced

- that's okay, you can just teach him what to do if it's not your first time

- or even better, you can learn together!

- he may not be experienced, but WHEN I TELL YOU he's 100% a fast learner

- he's great with oral, like when he first dove into u you almost couldn't believe it's his first time !!

- when it comes to his length, I feel like he'd be a little bit smaller than the others, but that doesn't mean he can't make you see stars if you ask him to ^^

- he's VERY gentle at first, almost too gentle (if that's possible)

- I feel like that'd be because he's nervous, it's (most likely) his first time and he doesn't want to hurt his precious girl 😔

- once he's fully inside of you, it might take him more time to adjust than you 💀 buuut once he starts moving it's heaven

- would be very slow at first, you'd have to straight up tell him if you want it rough

- he usually takes intimacy very seriously and despite being inexperienced somehow manages to find the PERFECT center of rough and gentle to make you feel amazing!!

- he's into petnames, both giving and receiving them

- I feel like his petnames would be very sweet, some stuff like "angel", "honey", "love" etc.

- I can imagine him being a bit uncomfortable with degrading you, would avoid calling you "slut" or anything similar unless you're REALLY into it

- even if he doesn't like calling you degrading nicknames, I feel like he wouldn't mind being called those petnames when you're on top

- speaking of top, he's a major switch

- can rock your world if you ask him to, but can also whine like a needy baby when you're on top

- absolutely ADORES when you ride him

- I feel like he would let out whimpers and soft moans when you take control, might be a bit embarrassed about it so you'll have to reassure him that you enjoy hearing those precious sounds

- he's not good with dirty talk when he doesn't it intentionally, but I feel like he somehow manages to get you all riled out by accident when he just says what's on his mind

- he's more of a thigh or boob type of guy, but wouldn't touch you without your permission

- once you give him the go, he'll suck the shii out of your tits (it might be a bit harder to pull him off them)

- he's favorite positions are any of the more intimate ones, but I feel like he'd usually go for the classic missionary one

- he may not be able to last a million rounds, maybe three or four at best, but those 3-4 rounds are enough to have you feeling completely used, but also extremely satisfied

- puts your satisfaction before his own

- I honestly have a hard time thinking of his kinks 💀 I imagine him more on the vanilla side but I feel like he'd enjoy having his hair pulled and doing the same to you if you're comfortable with it

- also likes marking and biting

- he prefers being the one receiving the little bite marks and hickeys, although he LOVES seeing your neck and thighs covered in small purple and red spots 🫶🏻

- he also loves it when you give him head, but couldn't force you to do it if you're not into it

- he's the KING of aftercare

- he'll wash you, dress you up, make the bed all warm and cozy, bring you water, he'll even cook for you if you ask him to

- refuses to go to sleep until he's 110% sure you're satisfied and he thinks he's done a good job at making you feel loved afterwards

- loves cuddling and falling asleep together after a session

- honestly I don't imagine him having a very high sex drive, he can live perfectly fine without doing it often, sometimes you'll even have to do specific things in order to turn him on

- will buy lingerie for you only if you're comfortable with it

- i think he isn't the type to jerk off way too much, but it definitely does happen here and there

- the first time he jerked off with you in his mind, he was probably looking through photos of you that he took of you while letting out the smallest whimpers of your name

- will be extremely ashamed after it and would act like he committed 500+ war crimes when he finally admits it to you

- feels extremely relieved when you say you don't mind it

- idk about you but I'd ask him to send whimpering audios when he's at it 🤷🏻‍♀️ (I can't help it his voice is so attractive)

- overall a great lover, intimacy with him is amazing !!

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→ edit: y'all are nasty 😧 I legit posted this like a week or two ago and it got more likes than posts I made months ago wth (jkjk as long as I get likes) (jk again)

[ninupi]

Hii, can I request headcanons or fic for Mitsuya with a model reader?

crush? | t. mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, finale timeline so spoilers? mitsuya being a absolute sweetheart as usual, also him struggling a bit as a new designer lol, this is a slowburn ngl...y/n overthinking towards the end

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 3,500+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; this was a bit vague so I wasn't too sure what you wanted exactly, I didnt mean for this to be so long but then I just kept writing and it became a lot longer then I anticipated LOL also ill probably rename this later, i never even know what to name some of these sometimes

Mitsuya threw down all the photos of headshots his assistant had brought him to look through "This is it?" he sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly. The girl stumbled around a bit "Uh yes sir, that's all of the models...you don't see any you like?" she questioned a bit frustrated.

"I'm sorry, but no, none of them have what I'm looking for exactly..." he sighed, standing up and picking up a headshot of a young man. "None of them? Like not a single one?" the girl questioned, a bit shocked. Mitsuya only shook his head while pacing around. 

"Well, I don't mean to step on your toes or anything, sir, but the show is in two months, and we need to start booking models..." she muttered, looking through her emails, hoping to see a response. You can call Hakkai, and I'll choose some of the people here, but give me a few more days to pick someone for the main piece."

Mitsuya ran a hand through his hair, softly pulling at the roots in frustration. He had someone specific in mind for the main piece of the show. Unfortunately, Okamoto, his assistant, was unable to book you. They didn't even receive an email back from your manager.

Mitsuya knew it'd be a miracle if he were able to book you for his show but he still tried. But now that the odds weren't in his favor he had to find a new model for the face of the show, he could just go with Hakkai. He wasn't too sure Hakkai wanted to sport a dress on the runway though...

You watched from the corner of your eye as your manager angrily swiped through her tablet, hundreds of emails in the reflection of her glasses. You went to say something when you felt a tug on your hair "Could you be a bit more gentle?" you muttered getting fed up, that was the sixth time this stylist had tugged on your hair in the last twenty minutes.

You didn't say anything when he softly apologized while continuing to do your hair in a crazy updo for your upcoming photoshoot. "Are you ok over there? You look like you're about to throw that thing" You call out to your manager who's now angrily typing away on her tablet.

"You would think after sending 15 emails and not receiving a single one back this person would stop emailing me about you," she muttered with furrowed eyebrows, who the hell was blowing up your manager about you anyway? You had just started seriously modeling this year and you've been very successful but you didn't think you were that desired by some people. 

"Who is it? What's it for?" you question now really curious about this person's persistence while shifting in your seat. "I don't even know, it's to walk at some small runway show, nothing worth your time." She sighs lifting her glasses to rest on the top of her head. 

You had only walked a few runways, and each time it was a bit chaotic but you had lots of fun "Oh really, who's the designer? I wouldn't mind doing another runway!" your manager looks at you a bit shocked while you smile at her innocently. 

She quickly recuperates and walks over to you holding out her tablet "He's a small upcoming designer, Mitsuya Takashi? I've never heard of him personally but Hakkai Shiba walks at almost all of his shows." She explains while swiping through some of his designs. 

"No way! I love his clothes, why didn't you tell me sooner?" you whine looking at all the emails his assistant has sent your manager over the last two weeks. You feel yourself basically shaking in excitement at the thought of walking for one of your new favorite designers. 

"I didn't think you even knew who he was, I didn't until I got her emails!" she explains pointing at the tablet in your hands, and to give her credit you had just discovered the upcoming designer recently. 

One of the other models at a photo shoot you were at was wearing a beautiful dress and when you asked her where she got it, she explained that Mitsuya had made it for her as a thank-you for modeling for him. Not only was the man extremely talented, but he also seemed really kind. 

You had always searched for his clothing at any store you had gone to, you never had any luck though. You were thinking about reaching out to him yourself but lately, your schedule has been extremely busy. This was the perfect opportunity you were searching for. 

"Tell him yes, anything he wants, yes I'll do it! If I have stuff scheduled when he needs me, cancel it!" you smile handing your manager her tablet back and standing up seeing now that your hair is done. "B-but what about the shoot with miu miu?" your manager sputtered quickly following behind you.

"Cancel it!" you smile closing your dressing room door in your manager's face. 

When Okamoto barged into Mitsuya's office sputtering about booking you he thought she was crazy. But when she showed him the email from your manager stating you agreed to walk the runway in his clothes he almost passed out. He immediately started stitching together your dress, too excited to sleep even though it was already past midnight.

Now two weeks later, he was almost done with the piece just having to add the tedious details and fix some stitching here and there. But it was also the day you'd come by for the first fitting and be meeting mitsuya for the first time. 

To say he was nervous was an understatement, he kept pricking his fingers while working on the other pieces for the show and stumbling over stray rolls of fabric. He didn't even realize the time until Okamoto came in telling him you'd be there in an hour, he quickly started to clean his office not wanting you to see the chaotic room. 

When he finally finishes cleaning the room he looks around for any stray items lying around. Not seeing a single thing hethrew himself onto his chair when a big sigh, he knew you should be here any moment. He was so nervous he keptthinking about what he'd say to you when he finally met you. 

"Thank you so much for accepting...no thank you for giving me the opportunity...no..." he sighed still not able to think properly when he heard his office door open. Quickly standing up he dusted himself off and watched as you and your manager walked in talking to Okamoto. 

"Yeah I was so jealous after she told me he had custom-made it for her, I was tempted to steal it from her dressing room when she wasn't there!" Mitsuya watched you as you laughed while readjusting your purse on your arm, he doesn't think he's seen a more beautiful woman. 

You were wearing a simple outfit, a black long-sleeve turtle neck, some dark-washed jeans, and a pair of black boots. It was nothing special but Mitsuya thought you looked amazing, he couldn't even bring himself to say something when you looked at him. 

"Oh my god, it's so nice to finally meet you! I've been waiting for this day since Saki told me about this!" you exclaimed briefly motioning over to your manager but quickly making your way to Mitsuya shaking his hand. He could only smile in response a little too shocked to say anything at the moment. 

"Really? I didn't even think you knew who I was..." he awkwardly laughed while shaking your hand "I just discovered you recently from Momo? I'm sure you remember her, you made her that gorgeous custom dress! I've been searching for some of your pieces in stores but I've had no luck" 

Mitsuya was loss for words the more you kept talking, you knew who he was? And you were on the hunt for some of his clothing on your own time? Not even saying anything he immediately bowed at a 90-degree angel "Thank you so much, you don't know how much that means to me, seriously" 

You immediately begin to panic "What? What do you mean I haven't done anything!" you say while bringing him up by his shoulders "You agreeing to model my clothes is good enough, you're a very sought-after model y/n. You wearing my clothes is bound to help me take off as a designer so I thank you." 

You can feel your face flush a bit, you've never had someone be so sincere to you in this industry before. Now you realize you've made a great choice by agreeing to model for Mitsuya, you hope you can continue to work with him in the future. 

"Ok let's get to work before you make me cry or somethin'.." you softly joke taking off your bag and handing it to you Saki "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to- ok yeah let's get to work!" Mitsuya stumbles putting his glasses on and grabbing his sketchbook.

"You can take a seat over there if you'd like" Mitsuya motions over to a couch in the corner of his office when he notices your manager aimlessly standing around "Oh thank you, do you mind if I make a few calls and whatnot?" she sighs taking a seat with your stuff. 

"No of course not, if you need anything just ask me or Okamoto" he waves off now walking over to you "I actually already started working on the piece if you'd like to see it? Or even try it on?" he mutters flipping through his sketchbook"Of course I'd like to try it on!" 

The rest of the day was spent talking and getting to know each other while Mitsuya tailored the dress to fit you better and went over the rest of the look with you. He also asked for your input and what you thought would look good or what you'd like to wear, you could help having a small crush on the man after leaving his office that night. 

It's now been two months since you and Mitsuya first met and you two have gotten a lot closer since that day. Some nights after you've finished with your fittings for other designers you'd invite Mitsuya out for dinner, wanting to talk the man more.

And if you two weren't out for dinner you were constantly texting, but now that his show is this weekend you haven't heard much from him. You weren't too surprised you imagined he was extremely busy trying to finish the last details for the show and whatnot, but you had to admit you missed him. 

You just finished with a small photoshoot for a magazine when you checked your phone and saw that he still hadn't responded to your message from this morning. "Loverboy hasn't answered you?" you turn to glare at Saki who ignores you while packing up your stuff. 

"I told you to stop calling him that…but no he hasn't answered" You sigh grabbing your bag from her arm and begin to walk out of the studio "Do you want to stop by his office?" you almost trip when walking down the stairs "What? We can't just stop by his office like that, he's probably really busy!"

Saki only shrugs her shoulders while opening the door to the building allowing you to go first "Why not? You can bring him a coffee or something, I'm sure he'd appreciate it" You bite your lip contemplating it a bit, you really did want to see the man but you also didn't want to bother him if he were busy. 

"Ok yeah let's go, but we have to get coffee from the place by his office, he really likes that place!" you explain while getting into the back of the car with Saki who playful rolls her eyes "Yeah I know you've only told me a thousand times how much he likes that place."

Now standing outside of Mitsuya's office with his and your order in one hand and a box of pastries in the other you wonder if this was a good idea. You two had hung out plenty of times but you'd never shown up at his office unannounced and you hoped your sudden arrival didn't annoy him. 

Before you can even think about turning around his office door opens and you see a beautiful girl walking out on the phone. She doesn't notice you at first too immersed in her conversation but when she does she gives a look of confusion and then goes wide-eyed. 

"Are you here for Takashi?" at first you thought she was one of the other models walking in his show but when she refers to him by his first name you begin to doubt it. Who exactly was she? Mitsuya never mentioned a girlfriend before or anything similar. 

"Yazuha can you go to the bakery down the street and get us some stuff?" you hear someone call from Mitsuya's office making the girl roll her eyes. "Actually it looks like someone is here for Takashi" She then motions for you to walk into the office as she continues her way out the door still on the phone. 

When you walk in you see Mitsuya looking in your direction with a confused face which quickly morphs into a smile "Y/n! What are you doing here?" he quickly makes his way over to you grabbing the sweets and drinks out of your hand and placing them on his desk. 

You quickly glance over the man standing in what you assume will be his runway outfit and back towards Mitsuya "I just wanted to see you, plus you never answered my messages. So I thought you could use some fuel or whatever…I didn't think you'd have other people over I should've gotten more" 

You begin to look through your bag for your wallet going to ask the other man what he'd like "Don't worry about it y/n, I'm sorry for not answering your messages I've been finishing up Hakkai's piece all day. I'm almost done, if you want we can all go grab dinner together or something?" 

You didn't even realize he was leading you to sit over on the couch until you were seated "Oh uh- ok yeah that's fine with me" Then it hits you that you didn't even introduce yourself to the other person in the room. 

"I'm so sorry I'm y/n, I guess we'll be walking in the show together it's nice to meet you" You smile up at the very tall man who just turns away from you with a blank look on his face. What the hell was his deal "This is Hakkai, he's not good at talking to girls so don't take offense. And the girl outside is his sister, Yazuha, I've known both of them since middle school."

You watch Mitsuya continue to work on a few pieces of Hakkai's suit while the boy doesn't say anything just then Yazuha walks back in "Don't bother talking to that guy, he can't talk to girls" You turn to her with a small smile while Mitsuya softly laughs "Yeah Mitsuya's already told me, I'm y/n it's nice to meet you" 

Unlike her brother Yazuha has no problem talking to you "Yeah I know, who wouldn't? You're like one of the top models right now, I thought Takashi was lying when he said he booked you." she muttered while shaking your hand. 

"Ah I'm so glad Okamoto reached out to my manager, it's been so nice working with Mitsuya I hope he and I can keep working together in the future!" You hear Mitsuya curse a bit under his breath "Are you ok Taka-Chan?" you turn and watch as Mitsuya nods sucking on his thumb.

"Y-yeah just pricked my finger a bit, but yeah I've really enjoyed working with you too y/n…" he smiles, and you note his ears are red. You return a bashful smile and turn back towards Yazuha who's giving you a smug look "Right…well if you start working with Takashi a lot then you'll be seeing us a lot too so let's be good friends" 

You've always had after-show jitters but right now you feel like your heart is going to explode out of your chest. The show went great but before the show, you barely had any time to actually talk to Mitsuya, just a quick prep talk and good luck. But right before the show actually started he had told you to immediately find him afterwards. 

You wondered the entire time what is it that he wanted to talk to you about, then you wondered what he'd have to say about your walk. What if he hated it and never wanted you to model for his clothes ever again? You didn't even notice when he knocked on your dressing room door, too preoccupied with your thoughts. 

You only realized he was there when he gently opened the door "Y/n? Are you in here?" you quickly walked over to the door opening it the rest of the way "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't sure you were in here" you notice he has a big bouquet of flowers and an even bigger gift bag in his hand. 

Unable to say anything you just pull him into your dressing room and close the door "Sorry I didn't hear you knocking on the door" you mutter turning to look at him. He doesn't say anything and neither do you for a while until he holds out the bouquet "These are for you…"

You take the flowers from him and notice their your favorite flowers in your favorite color. You also notice how nicely they're wrapped, they had to be really expensive "Mitsuya, these are gorgeous…thank you so much." 

He only shrugs with a shy smile on his face "I wanted you to have something nice�� I-I did my best to wrap them but I've never done it before so I'm sorry if it looks a bit sloppy…" He rambles while gently grabbing them from your hands and setting them down. 

You couldn't believe that he took the time to wrap the flowers himself, they look professionally done. You couldn't even deny it anymore if you wanted, you've totally fallen for Mitsuya. He's been nothing but good to you since you first met and watching the way he treats his friends and other models shows that he's just a great guy. 

"Mitsuya they're gorgeous, they look perfect seriously, thank you so much for these." you mutter still admiring the beautiful bouquet "Oh well I'm glad you like them, I also have this for you…" he whispers placing the huge gift bag on a chair in the room leaving you to open it.

You wonder what can be in the bag, it's massive but when you peek inside the bag you don't really see much. Turning to him to give him a suspicious look he just shrugs his shoulders with a cheeky smile "Open it" Turning back towards the bag you pull out the tissue paper. 

At first, you just see some fabric but when you pull it out you notice it's a gorgeous dress. Looking at all the intricate details you're lost for words "Do you like it..?" you hear Mitsuya ask while he walks up closer to you "You made this for me?" 

You turn towards him now holding the dress close to your chest as if he just threatened to take it from you "Yeah I made it last week, if you don't like something I can- No!" he looks at you wide-eyed at your interruption "Sorry but no Mitsuya it's- it's…I seriously don't have words I can't believe you made this for me?" 

He can't help the cocky grin on his face "I'm so glad you like it…" Then you notice his smile falter a bit "Would you like to wear it tonight to dinner…" Was he asking you out right now? Like a real date? "With me I mean" he quickly clarified seeing your blank look.

You seriously wanted to jump for joy but decided against it to not embarrass yourself "Like just you and me…? No Yazuha or Hakkai?" you don't want to get your hopes up too soon "Yes y/n just you and me, no Hakkai or Yazuha, just us. Like a date" he softly laughed walking towards you grabbing one of your hands. 

You got one little hop in before you stopped yourself "S-sorry I'm just really happy right now" you explain when he gives you a funny look "But yes, I'd love to go on a date with you Mitsuya" you mutter now too shy to look him in the eyes.

"Ok great, I'll wait outside for you then we can go" he smiles softly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb "Ok I'll get dressed right now!" you laugh gently pushing him out of your dressing room and quickly grab your phone to tell Saki she can leave without you. 

[paroslineage]

THINGS I THINK THE :

MAFIA!TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WILL DO FOR YOU.

TW : Gore, Description of Torture, Killing, and Reader death, female reader, Mafia themes, gun violence, shooting, blood.

All boys are aged up don't come at me.

All characters except reader belong to Ken Wakui i do not own them.

Don't steal my idea or I'll hunt you down :D.

Masterlist.

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Context:

Y/N L/N the wife of the most dangerous Mafioso in the of Tokyo having an undettering face of cold ruthlessness and having a uninterested facade is only sweet for his lovely darling YOU.

But...

What happens if the mafia organizations having grudge on your husband go after the unsuspecting sweet little bunny of the dangerous mob boss.

YOU.

Scenario:

"My sweet darling! I'm home and I brought your favorite choco chip pastry from the bakery!"

"Why is it dark honey?" He chuckles

He turns on the light and what he sees makes his blood run horribly cold.

The entire mansion was ransacked.

The table broken, cabinets upturned and His darling's favourite flower vase shattered.

He drops the box and runs frantically up the stairs pulling out his gun for the the holster to the both of your shared grand bedroom.

He breaks down the door and what he sees makes him turn unhinged.

His darling... Laying on the center of the bed fully bled out.

Five holes on the chest, three in the temple and four in the stomach and two in your abdomen.

But your eyes were stuck open, the life in them drained a long time ago.

He walks over to you, eerily silent kneels on the bed his eyes trembling and hands fiercely cradling you to his chest and he buried your cold little face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry for being late my dove, forgive this asshole."

"I'll take revenge for you my dove just you see."

"I'll murder those son of bitches and feed their bones to the wolves I swear on your life darling."

He kisses your forehead looking into the empty void of your eyes and closes them by his hand his tears running down his anguished face.

His eyes frantically and disturbingly wide not even once blinking looking into your dead ones...

As he caressed your hair on tenderly kissing you on the forehead right where the bullet mark was present...

God did his heart hurt.

His lips trembled as he spoke but not the words..

They were spoken loudly and fully finalized...

TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WHO :

♡ Would be the one to hunt down your murderer

And brutally and ferally slaughter that bastard

That includes.

Gouging their eyeballs, Their brains from their noses, waterboarding them till their last seconds of consciousness, Skinning them alive, flaying them, dipping them in acid.

And lastly shooting them exactly the number of times and the precise location that monster shot you.

Which totals to 14 times.

And then fed them to the wolves of and burning the bones.

"Revenge taken my little dove... Just as I promised."

He whispered quietly to no one as he smoked a cigarette and looked up at the night sky full of stars shining brightly than usual.

With tears dripping endlessly down his emotionless visage.

"I see you looking after and smiling at me darling keep doing that."

He exhaled his smoke through his nose smiling painfully.

"Because soon I'll be joining you up there my love..."

Characters : HANMA , KISAKI , Izana, Kakucho, Ran, KAZUTORA, Rindou, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, SANZU SANZU SANZU.

[rurikooz]

pretty boy.

you had gone to see your best friend, mitsuya at his shop to bring in some food because he’d been working on a dress for a costumer all morning, but you didn’t know it would turn into him confessing his love for you. did you?

“mitsuya! I got you your favorite!” he walked to the front of the shop, looking sort of frustrated with himself. you raised a brow, putting down the food and walking closer to him. “have you…been crying?” he quickly looks away, sniffling softly. “n-no. thanks for th-” you held his chin up, watching the tears roll down his face as he couldn’t keep composure. “I just don’t know what to do…” he whimpered out. you could tell he was in stressed mode today.

you pulled him closer, hugging him tightly. “tell me what’s wrong.” you whispered, your hands trailing down from his arms to his waist. “I’ve been so stressed but, I don’t want to disappoint my customers because the dress is due today…” more tears streamed down his face as he buried his face in your neck. “hey, it’s okay to cry. I understand you.” you held onto his waist tighter, feeling like you could do something to help him feel a little better.

he looked up at you, a blush painting his pretty face. he’s always loved your eyes, how mesmerizing they were. “are you okay mitsuya?” your eyes full of worry. he nodded before closing in on your face, his lips connecting with yours. your eyes widen and he moaned into the kiss, slowly closing his eyes. he’s always wanted to do this, and finally after 12 years, he’s found the time to do it. your grip on his waist tightened because his tongue slid in your mouth, and it made you even more nervous.

when he let go, his pants were soft but heavy. “mitsuya, do you…like me?” he giggled softly, shaking his head no. “I love you, so fucking much.” you were speechless, but glad he finally said it. in fact, you’d already known he liked you. “so, did I make your day better already?” you teased. his hands wrapped around your neck, and you smiled really big. “let’s finish this dress eh baby?”

…..

why’d I kinda eat this up 🤪

[ourmurdermassiah]

Imagine/rewrite:

Tokyo revengers w/ svtfoe reader

Content *⁠.⁠✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mewberty. She was going through Mewberty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was only a matter of time now...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inside, the glow intensified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Boys... girls..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pah-chin froze. “What the—?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The hunt wasn’t over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Tokyo Revengers | Live Action Version 18+ Favorite Sex position

☙:includes ~ Draken, Mikey , Mitsuya, Baji , Hanma

☙:CW: Fem!Reader, Black/mixed reader , Smut , Fingering, name calling , rough , sex, hand cuffs, choking

A/n: all characters are 18+

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☙ Mikey Sano

MIKEY : Cowgirl

Roaming his hands all over your body as you bounce on his cock as fast as you could , letting out needy moans , placing your hands on his bare chest as you feel his cock slide deeper inside your soaked pussy slowly looking Mikey in his eyes “M-Mikey please” you moan out as you look at him with pleading eyes , smirking as he looks you in the eyes “Hmm ..what’s that” he then sits up on his elbows as he gives you a evil grin “I don’t help sluts , now make me cum or you won’t be allowed to cum all night” he then lays back down as he watches you with the same evil grin as you let out a moan , tightening at his words

☙Draken

☙Draken , Doggy Style

Biting on your lip as you start to taste the metallic taste of blood , as you try to pry your wrist from the tight hold of the hand cuffs , which you knew would leave a mark, as Draken grabs your waist pounding harder and deeper kissing your cervix as your walls tighten around his cock “D-Draken.. Slow D-Down” you managed to moan out as you still try to pry your wrist free , “ Aww , But you were being such a needy whore a few minutes ago, you can take it” Draken says as he started to pound in your cunt faster then before as he lets out deep groans , pulling you closer which each thrust , as he pulls you up straight so your back was against his chest as he grabs hold of your throat “Gonna make this pussy feel real good” as he bends you back over and fucks you harder

☙Mitsuya , The Face Off

Bouncing faster on his cock letting out sweet moans as you feel his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy as he lets out deep groans rubbing up your curves as his hands stops on your waist giving them a tight squeeze as he holds you in place lifting his hips a bit as he starts to pounds in your pussy causing you to tighten around his cock “F-Feels S-So G-Good Mitsuya” you moan out as you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your huge plump boobs , “F-Fuck just l-like that Princess” Mitsuya then removes one hand from your waist as he slowly travels it down to your clit as he starts to give it fast rubs cashing you to tighten more on his cock as you bounce harder letting out loud moans “Be a good girl and Cum for Daddy Princess”

☙Baji

( couldn’t find one of him older ☹️)

☙Baji , The SeaShell

As Baji pounds in your cunt , one hand tightly grabbing your throat as you let out a loud moan trying your hardest to not let go of his arms “B-Baji , I-I Can’t , B-Baby no more please” you moan out as you look Baji with pleasing eyes , tears streaming down your face , Smirking as his canine teeth become visible licking his lips as he looks down at your dripping pussy as his cock slides in and out of you with ease looking back at you as he smiles “Aww come on just one more time baby girl” pounding in your pussy faster as his free hand slowly reaches for your clit as he presses on your clit as he starts to give your clit fast rubs causing you to tighten on his cock “ Fuck , such a needy whore, gonna feel this pussy up real good”

☙Hanma

☙Hanma , Stand And Deliver

“F-FUCK H-HANMA” you moan out as he pounds into from behind holding onto both of your wrist tight causing you to stay in a standing position while being bent over as Hanma pounds into your soaked pussy senselessly as you claw at his arms “Stop clawing at me you fucking bitch, this is the punishment you get for dressing like a whore” Hanma then chucks as he feels your pussy tighten around him at his words “You like being treated like a whore , well liked see what this flexible can do huh” Hanma chuckles as he lets go of one of your wrist quickly grabbing your leg as he lifts it with ease placing it over his shower as he grabs hold of your wrist again causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he pines deeper and fast in your pussy causing him to kiss your cervix “F-FUCK” you moan out as your mouth hangs out causing drool to fall from your mouth “It’s just the beginning baby cum for me yeah”

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[softxsuki]

TW: verbal abuse and I think info/trauma dumping, I'm so sorry if this is uncomfortable.

can I have an urgent request? I have a verbally abusive family and the worst is my dad and older brother. Every thing sets my dad off and I think my older brother shows strong signs of antisocial personality. I have so many insecurities that my brother is the root of and I'm scared to even talk about him to my parents because he always flips the table. I feel I have no one to tell this to because I'm homeschooled and don't have friends and the only person my age i spend time with is my cousin. At the same time I feel I'm just complaining because sometimes there's moments we get along and ik that so many other people have it so much worse. Again so sorry if this is info dumping but can I request mitsuya takashi comforting a fem aligned reader in a similar situation?

Mitsuya Comforts Reader Who Has Problems At Home

| Pairing: Mitsuya x Fem!Reader | Genre: Comfort, Fluff | Post-Type: Headcanon | Word Count: 820 |

Warnings: Insinuating verbal abuse (I don't think I actually said that's what it was though), reader feeling alone, crying, feeling like her family are against her

Note: Hello :) sorry for taking a while, life is a little hectic and my writing motivation has run down the drain, but here we are. I hope this provides you with some comfort! I find that even though we don't have these characters physically here to comfort us or go to, reading about the does help me. And also the possibility that maybe one day we'll meet someone who will fill this role in our lives, to be our person to make us feel safe and loved. I hope that happens for you one day as well <3

Mitsuya:

It had happened again, another day when your family had made you feel completely horrible about yourself

Needing to step out for some air to clear your head, you do just that, ignoring your families yells, you bolt out the doors

The tears wouldn’t stop falling down your face as you walked whenever your feet would take you, not realizing where you were headed until you got there

Toman’s hideout…a place Mitsuya had been urgently trying to keep you away from when he wasn’t around

Even if the Toman members wouldn’t hurt you, if any rival gangs showed up, you’d be dragged into their scuffle

To your luck, it had started to rain as you glanced at the temple in front of you, leaving you drenched as a few Toman members ran past you, fooling around–a complete contrast to how you felt 

And that’s when he saw you there, alone and crying

With a shake of his head, Mitsuya makes his way over to you, throwing his coat over your head, before gently taking your hand and leading you somewhere more private and dry

“What’re you doing here? I thought I told you it was dangerous going out alone, especially at this hour,” he sighs, looking up at the gloomy clouds, it was already sunset, but the cloudy day already made it darker out that it was supposed to be

He gently reaches up to wipe some stray tears from your face

Even without you saying it, he could already tell what was wrong, it was a common occurrence in your household and he hated that there wasn't more he could do to help you aside from taking you with him and living together once you both graduated

“I have no one, Takashi. I’m all alone, and everyone in that house is against me,” you cry, leaning into his touch

All he can do is hold you tighter against himself

“Let’s get out of here first”

He takes your hand and leads you away from Toman’s hideout, keeping his jacket over you to stop you from getting wet, allowing the rain to soak him instead

“You have me, y’know,” he says quietly, tugging you along with him. “There’s not much I can do now, considering our age, but just say the word and I’ll take you with me. My mother’s hardly home as it is, and Luna and Mana love you…they’d all be thrilled to have you around. You know how much my mom loves you as well”

You smile softly at his words, but shake your head. “I appreciate the offer…maybe when we’re older and if you still feel the same way, I’ll accept it. For now though, I can handle it…even if it looks like I can’t,” you sigh, looking up at the clouds, allowing the rain to hit your face, allowing you to feel something other than hurt and frustration

“I know I’m being overdramatic. There are people out there who have it ten times worse than me, yet here I am crying…It’s not like things are bad between us all the time, just sometimes. I can get through a few more years”

He reassures you that you’re not being overdramatic. No matter how miniscule your problems may seem compared to others, the people you were supposed to trust and love the most in this word hurt you, and that was more than enough for him 

In the meantime, he’ll focus on what he can do for you 

Leading you back to his place where his mother was just heading out for work, he gently guides you in, his mother waving goodbye to you before taking you to his room where he gives you a pair of dry clothes to change into so he can put your own clothes to dry

You spend the rest of the evening entertaining his sisters, who are a great distraction–they always compliment you and say how pretty you are

Time with Mitsuya and jumping into his own little world was your escape from the confines of your home that felt suffocating sometimes–your boyfriend always knew how to cheer you up and lift you out of that darkness–it was reassuring knowing that despite everything, at least you’d still have him to run to

He insists on you spending the night as soon as your own clothes are dry and you change back into them, claiming you needed to go back home before your mother started freaking out about where you were

Though it was daunting having to go back to the place you dreaded, you felt a little lighter as Mitsuya and his sisters walked you back home

One final kiss to your cheek and cute hugs from his sisters made you certain that things would be okay

This wasn’t forever, and you knew whatever awaited you in the future would be better than this, you couldn’t wait for it to come

Posted: 10/27/2024

[fuutakaijyama]

A DESIGNER'S MUSE?! ft MITSUYA TAKASHI (♡)

synopsis: Mitsuya had known you for a while, you weren't particularly close but you were desk mates then day he asks you to be his muse.

warning: none !!

alo’s notes: i wrote this because i was craving some fluff to make myself feel better

includes : x reader, artist/muse trope, mutual pining, close proximity, hand holding, modeling, mentions of toman.

Some days he’d come into class with bandages and bruises on his body, while you wouldn't point it out he noticed you staring at them.

“[Name], can you help me with this?” Mitsuya turned to you, a sheepish smile on his face as you examined his paper.

Reluctantly you helped him, pointing out how the assignment was supposed to be done, when you finished explaning he’d smile, taking your hand in his and thanking you.

You stood outside the school gates waiting for your friend to arrive, knees together, school bag drapped on your shoulder as you swayed back and forth.

Mitsuya called out to you as he made his way towards the gate, “[Name]! Hey!-”

He’d caught your attention and you smiled at him offering a small wave, “Hey Takashi!” You watched him approach you, waiting for him to say something.

“Can you.. do me a favor..?” He asked out of breath, you could practically hear the poor boys heart beating out of his ears, the steady thumping rang in his ears as he smiled sheepishly.

You waited for his request, raising a brow as you tilted your head to try and decipher the expression he made.

“Could you model something for me?”

A small yet confused and noise left your throat; much much louder than you had intended it to as Mitsuya tried to stifle a laugh inevitably failing, he didn't need to say anything else, grabbing your hand and leading you to the photograph room inside of the school building.

“Okay, now put your hand right here and then..”

School wasn't going to start for almost 40 more minutes, and having nothing else to do you obliged Mitsuya’s desires for a photoshoot, sitting on one of the stools he had grabbed from the sewing club's room you did as he asked, Mitsuya's Tokyo Manji Gang’s jacket placed on your back as you were temporarily blinded by the flashing of the camera.

“Can I see the pictures..?” You quietly asked as Mitsuya nodded, walking over behind you as he placed the camera in your hands as he wrapped his hands around your waistline as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“I think you look really good in this one here.” He pointed out one of the photos he had taken, it looked like a regular picture to you, nothing special or out of the ordinary; then you felt someone's warm breath on your ear and neck.

“The background makes your eyes stand out, and the pose adds a lot of dimension to the photo..”

He whispered, his hand moving from your waistline to your thigh, rubbing the fat as his thumb crept between both of your legs still rubbing your soft skin as held your other hand.

You silently nodded along to his words, feeling his skin press up against yours as he slowly pulled away moving to your front as holding the camera with you.

“Can I keep the photos please..?”

"If I can keep your jacket yeah."

© fuutakajiyama don't repost or claim

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

❝𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧..❞

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╰┈➤ I thought coming back to Tokyo was going to be an easy task. I had a stable job and not-so-stable friends. But what happens when the instability causes me to not only meet these handsome men, but put myself in danger?

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﹄Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Izana Kurokawa, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Hanma Shuji, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hakkai Shiba, Mitsuya Takashi, X Fem!Black!Reader

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﹃ angst, 18+, MDNI, cheating, love triangle, smut, fluff, black!reader, first timeline, bonten timeline, mentions of pregnancy, tension, weapons, heartbreak, mentions of breeding, blood, unhealthy relationships, canon-typical violence, weddings, language, suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, smoking, drugs, suicide ideation, graphic depictions of suicide, sexual assault attempt, triggering language based off sexual assaults, homosexuality, homophobia, nonconcensual videotaping/photography, sharing of private footage/images, harassment, abuse, manipulation, hallucinations, symptoms of PTSD, graphic depictions of torture, additional tags may be added as the story progresses.

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𓆩♡𓆪 STATUS: IN PROGRESS

▽{{TABLE OF CONTENTS}}▽

Chapter 1: Heavenly

Chapter 2: "Sick"

©all works belong to @hxpel3s5-slxxt. Do not copy, repost, or claim as your own.

Inspired by @physicalturian and @rjbaxter (wattpad & AO3 only)

[sinisteryanderescribe]

~Kind Stranger~

:::IMAGINE:::

::: Female Reader :::

::: Romantic / Fluff / SFW :::

::: Mitsuya Takashi :::

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Imagine Mitsuya saving you from a bunch of delinquents from another gang that were harassing you ; with no trouble managed to chance them away. He approached you slowly noting how you flinched when he came closer , reassuring you that it’s okey, he won’t hurt you. The man slowly kneeled down to your shaking form , lifting up your chin to inspect for any injuries. Nodding to himself Mitsuya wrapped one arm under your thighs while the other wrapped around your hips and gently lifted you up bridal style, walking towards his bike to take you to the hospital.

During the ride Mitsuya felt soft lips on his cheek and a small “thank you” near his ears. Earning him a small smile.

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[ninupi]

patched up | t. mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, mitsuya calls reader a tough girl lol, mentions of blood, mentions of a knife, mentions of stitches, reader shedding a few tears, lots of teasing if i forgot anything just lmk!

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 1600+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; just thinking about mitsuya having a crush on the cooking club president two classroom doors down from his club lol

"You should try going from underneath, you won't poke your fingers as much and it'll be a cleaner stitch...see?" mitsuya then turns to the first year girl staring intensely at his hands waiting for her to say something.

She then looks up at him a bit flustered "oh y-yeah I see, thank you" she mutters taking her piece back from him. Mitsuya watches over her for a few moments softly nodding to himself when he notices her stitches looking much cleaner.

He takes a quick once over of the clubroom to see if anyone needs help with anything but before he can ask anyone if they need help, the rooms door slides open with a loud bang. He looks over to see a first year girl he doesn't recognize looking a bit shocked.

"Can I help you?" he questions walking towards her while she looks around "Y-yeah do you- do you know? Where is mitsuya?" she questioned although she doesn't know who or what she's asking for "Thats me, what do you need?"

She gives him a weird look before stepping into the classroom "Can I have your first aid kit? Do you have a first aid kit?" she questions looking around for said item "Yeah, but what do you need it for? What club are you even from?" mitsuya questions getting a bit annoyed at her intrusion.

"I’m from the cooking club, y/n, do you know y/n? She cut herself with a knife pretty bad, there's blood everywhere. And our first aid kit is missing, we can't find it." she sighs out in annoyance at mitsuya’s lack of movement.

He doesn't say anything to her when he goes into the supply closet reaching for the kit "Oh thank you- you guys just keep working on your stitching i’ll be back in a little bit. Come get me if you need help with anything Yasuda."

Mitsuya then walks out of the classroom with the first year following behind him "Y-you could've just given me the kit, you don't have to come" she rambles nearly tripping over her feet. "You said she's bleeding a lot, what if she needs stitches?"

He obviously wouldn't be the one to stitch her up but he also didn't want to admit he just wanted to make sure you were alright. "You think she'll need stitches?" She exclaims while they walk into the room, mitsuya immediately knows where you are based off the group of people surrounding you.

"Ok guys excuse me, are you alright y/n?" you look up at mitsuya with wide eyes and a towel pressed into your palm, which is covered in blood. "M-mitsuya what are you- what are you doing here? I just told you to ask him for his first aid kit, you don't have to help its ok."

He completely ignores you while grabbing a stool to sit on and help you. “It’s fine, plus I wanted to make sure I got my first aid kit back" he teases eyeing the nervous year in the corner who just looks away embarrassed and slightly annoyed.

"I would've made sure to return it, but thank you" you mutter holding out your shaky hand to mitsuya, he gently grabs it while starting to removing the towel. The first time you flinch he immediately stops and looks up at you.

"S-sorry it tugged on something" you explain while scooting closer to him while anxiously bouncing your leg, which mitsuya takes note of the few drops of blood on it. Maybe you do need stitches he thinks to himself while removing the towel off your hand fully.

Looking at your hand he can't really see how deep the cut is with all the dried blood on it "Where did you cut yourself?" he mutters moving your hand around gently trying to get a better look "My palm, I wasn't paying attention and trying to cut that onion..."

He then looks at your station and sees a half cut onion covered in blood along with a way too big knife "That's a big knife don't you think?" he laughs looking back towards you.

"I said I wasn't paying attention" you sigh with an eye roll "You have to set a better example to your peers miss president" he jokes nodding his head to the other students in the room, some of which are still huddled around the two of you.

"Alright I'm going to need you guys to give me some space please..." mitsuya softly laughs leading you to your stations sink "Yeah guys just go back to your stations and finish cutting your vegetables" you wave them off with your uncut hand.

"And dont use overly big knives" You softly smack mituyas arm at his small jab while he laughs holding your hand, which doesnt seem to be bleeding anymore, over the sink. He turns the water on holding his hand under it waiting for it to get a bit warm.

And when its at a good temperature he turns to you with a frown "Ok these next few parts are going to suck" he warns while you take in a deep breath and nod knowing what's coming next. After another minute you turn to him with a soft nod.

He then leads your hand underneath the lukewarm water softly rubbing away the dried blood and when you try you pull your arm away he holds on tighter "almost done, sorry" he just continues when you dont say anything.

"Ok...all done" he sighs shutting off the water now able to see the actual cut "Good news is, you dont need stitches, it’s not that deep. Just a long cut" he explains while shaking his hands dry and reaching for the first aid kit.

"Thank god, all that blood scared me" you sigh looking at your palm poking around the cut "Stop that, I need to clean it now" he scolds grabbing your hand again this time with a bottle of alcohol in the other "You just cleaned it!" you exclaimed pulling you hand free from his grasp holding it close to your chest.

He stares at you a bit wide eyed then laughs "I rinsed it, now I need to clean it so it doesn't get infected or anything" he explains holding out his hand waiting for you "But that's going to hurt" you whine nodding towards the bottle of alcohol.

"I did say that these next few parts were going to suck" he says with a small smile, you can only sigh in defeat giving him your hand. He feels you anxiously stepping back and fourth while he opens the bottle "Don't move, the quicker I do this the faster its over"

And just as he's about to pour it over your cut you rip your hand away "S-sorry! but you have to count down, you can't just do that!" you whine slightly jumping in place shaking your good hand.

He rolls his eyes grabbing your hand again "Ok 1 2...3" and then you feel the cold liquid being poured over your hand "Oh it's not that-oh my god" You whimper once it finally starts to burn and you rest your head on mitsuya’s back.

"You ok?" he mutters trying to take a peek at you from over his shoulder "I think I'm going to pass out" you whisper resting more of your weight on him. "Actually?" he panics turning to grab you "N-no but that was so much worse then I could've expected" you mutter immediately taking a seat at the stool while tears prick at your eyes.

Mitsuya watches as you try to blink back tears while leaning against the counter "It’s ok to cry, the worst part is over at least" he sighs while grabbing some gauze from the first aid kit "I’m not crying, my eyes just teared up a bit..."

When you look up at him he's giving you an unimpressed look "alright tough girl, give me your hand and then we're done" mitsuya clicks his tongue in annoyance when you let out a big sigh and slap you hand into his.

"I could just leave you to finish it if you want" he warns even as he starts to wrap your hand "I’m just kidding, don’t do that I won't be able to wrap it properly" you whine softly nudging him with your knee which he reciprocates shortly after.

"Look at that, all nice and clean" he smiles squeezing your wrist gently while looking up at you "Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this. I could’ve just had one of them help me" you sigh nodding towards your friends who are silently watching the two of you.

"I wanted to make sure it was done properly, it’s no problem" he shrugs while throwing away the bloodied towel and other things "Well thank you, I appreciate it" you smile shooing him away from you station to stop him from cleaning it all.

"Well i'll see you later...don't use such a big knife next time" he jokes walking towards the door "Yeah, noted" you groan throwing the blood covered onion in the trash "That goes for you guys too, and find your first aid kit!" he calls out pointing towards the first year who came to get him.

"He's just teasing Yamai, ignore him" You smile to yourself when she throws her hands up in confusion "If he's going to patch me up maybe ill knick my finger or something..." you hear a second year girl whisper to her partner while giggling.

"He's not going to come patch you up, he only came because it was y/n" your friend explains causing the two girls to blush softly "That’s not true, i'm sure he'd help..." you mutter secretly knowing she's right, he only came because it was you. The thought makes you smile a bit while you throw your cutting board in the sink.

[strawberryfairi]

Spending New Years With Mitsuya | Headcanons

Content: Fluff, BF Takashi Mitsuya X Black Fem Reader🤎, Happy New Year everyone!!!

🩵 He'd take you out for a really nice evening together for SURE:

~I feel like he'd take you out to a really nice restaurant. Low lighting, nice fusion cuisine, and you already know he be dressed DEEOWN honey, fit on point!

~He'd pick you up, bouquet of red roses ready, trying to really make an experience for you.

~He'd talk about how much you guys have been through good and bad throughout the year and how he's so grateful to have you in his life.

~I think he'd for sure share the goals he has for the coming year (career, relationship, everything).

~After the dinner, he'd take you somewhere really scenic with a nice, open view of the sky for when the fireworks go off.

~He'd try to time it perfectly, waiting for the time to hit 12am to give you a sweet, passionate new years kiss.

~He'd promise to continue to be the best boyfriend ever and even better next year.

[stxrmylxve]

for the nsfw alphabet could you do fav positions and teasing for mitsuya ? xx

Mitsuya wasn’t one to get worked up very easily. Subtle teases here and there wouldn’t do it, you have to work harder than that to break through his libido core.

Normally, you had your best shot at breaking his core by texting him, bringing him closer to you so that you could wrap him around your finger.

<(Mitsu, I need help)

&lt;(With what?)

<(Just come here.)

He wanders into the room where he had last seen you, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the way you were sitting; legs wrapped around a pillow as you strattled it, your hands planted on the top of the headboard.

“My charger fell behind the bed…” you say sadly as you scoot back, looking over at the frozen man with an devious yet innocent gaze.

You knew damn well what you were doing. That was exactly how he loved to see you, riding him to your heart’s content at your own pace.

He wiped his hands nervously against his pants as he walked over to the bed, reaching around the pillows to grab the charger before handing it to you. He turned the other way quickly as you climbed off of the bed, making sure to catch his eye by taking extra time to drag your cunt across the fabric with a grin.

He walked out of the room quickly, his red face turning down to glance at the buldge in his pants as he groaned in defeat.

[wimckle]

Making a Mess

↬ You make Kazutora feel better after a long day of work — by riding him on the couch…

↬ AFAB reader, no pronouns used, but reader is referred to as a girl

↬ WC: 2K

↬ Cross-posted on AO3. Time-skip Kazutora. 18+

Hearing the door swing open, you couldn't help but feel ecstatic knowing that your boyfriend just got home from work. Peeping around the corner out of the kitchen to see him, you were somewhat shocked at his disheveled and tired appearance. Must have been a rough day…

"Hey, baby," you said calmly, giving him a wide grin.

"Hi, my love." He gave you a small smile, but then quickly plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels. You frowned, as he was usually more enthusiastic to greet you, so you decided to see what the matter was. Walking over to him, you eyed him gently, deciding to sit right on his lap, facing him. He let out a small chuckle, lowering the volume of the television to focus on you — despite his obvious tiredness. You gazed into his eyes for a moment, then took a strand of his hair and tucked it behind his ear.

"Anything happen today?"

"Hmm," he thought, but you knew he was thinking whether or not he should tell you and worry you, "just some stupid shit, long day — I'm fine." He wrapped up his thought quickly, shutting you out.

Kazutora was known for keeping a lot of his "work-related" issues to himself. You didn't mind much, as long as he wasn't in danger. There was no need to pry, but the tired and saddened look on his face panged your heart and you felt the urge to cheer him up.

"How about…" you said in a teasing tone, pretending to think about your already planned move, "I make you feel a bit better… hmm?" You leaned closer, supporting your weight on the couch in front of you, straddling his hips.

"Could help…"

You gave a satisfied hum, then kissed him softly. He tasted like coffee and sweet candy, an almost piquant taste that you always seemed to crave. Kazutora leaned more into you, moving one of his hands to the back of your neck and the other on your hip, almost pushing you down into him. He seemed to want you almost as much as you wanted him. Soft vibrations started to be sent through your mouth, moving your tongue into the kiss and nibbling at his lip for entrance. He obliged, letting out a soft moan as your tongue entered his mouth.

Soon enough, you felt a heat piling between your legs, your own self becoming antsy and wanting more. You knew the long-haired boy wanted you too, as his hands started to feel you up more and more. One of his delicate hands started to pull on your shirt and he seemed out of breath between the sloppy kisses you were delivering each other. You were the one to pull away.

"What a way to be greeted when I come home," he joked, letting out a small chuckle as he admired your glossed over eyes, reddened lips, and already messy hair. He didn't look so much better himself — his lips dark and his eyes filled with lust. Admiring him for just one moment longer, you took the next opportunity to take off your shirt and pants, throwing them to the side. You gave your boyfriend a small smile as he admired your figure and then tugged at his shirt, getting it off of him promptly. You didn't have as much time to admire him as he did you, in a flash he was on you again, kissing at your lips, then your jawline, then your neck. His hands gripping you softly, yet keeping you in place. One of his lean arms wrapped around your back, pressing you into him. "Such a pretty girl," he mumbled between sloppy kisses down your body, "my pretty girl, my pretty girl."

"Mmm, fuck — Kazu…"

"My gorgeous girl, all mine," he mumbled more, definitely leaving a hickey on your soft neck. His head was buried in you at this point, his long hair hanging messily over his shoulders. He kissed you in all of the right spots, causing small moans to leave your breathless mouth, egging him on even more. It felt so good, you couldn't help but move your hips on top of him, feeling his hardness through his jeans. By now you had to be soaked — probably wet through your underwear — and you wanted him to feel you. It was almost like he read your mind at that moment, as you felt two of his strong fingers make his way to your clothed pussy. Two fingers, right on top of your already swollen clit. The fabric was a bit of a hindrance, but it felt so good that you swear you could have came on the spot. "Mmm, feel good?"

"Fuck yes-" was all you could get out. Kazu wasn't even asking in a teasing tone, you could tell he genuinely just wanted to make sure you felt good, which warmed your heart, but also made you want to make him feel absolutely amazing. The two fingers planted right on your clit were working slowly, but picking up the pace, as they circled around you. Small moans left your mouth, already feeling the heat building up in your stomach. You felt like you were already going to cum. "K — ah, fuck — Kazu, stop,"

"What's wrong, my love?" he asked in a serious and curious tone, not completely stopping his movements, but enough so that you wouldn't cum in the next couple of seconds. He pulled away from your body so he could look you in the eyes, immediately scanning your face to see what the potential issue could be. You wanted to smile at his cuteness, but you already felt super fucked-out, but you could admire him for just a moment. Although his hair was quite messy, his face was red and his eyes were full of worry for you — adorable.

"Nothing," you started, "just wanna cum when you're inside of me, was 'bout to cum — felt so good, Kazu."

Your response left him with a massive, almost smug, grin on his face. He was grinning at being relieved you were fine and he didn't do anything wrong, but also because of the very hot thing you just casually said to him. With a satisfied groan at your response, he removed both of his hands from your body and started to work on his belt and getting his dick out of his jeans and boxers. Since your hands were still shaky from your almost-orgasm, you let him handle it.

"Fuck, 'm so fuckin' hard — hurts." His tone came off as almost needy, quickly adjusting himself and getting out his cock. He was a good size and he was definitely painfully hard at this point, precum glistening on the tip. His chest was heaving a bit, his lean body both relaxed but restless, gripping himself as he eyed you carefully. Even though you still had your bra and panties on, he still couldn't help but look over every inch of your body as you sat on his lap. After eyeing you for a moment, his eyes flicked to yours, "you gonna sit on it, or what?"

A small scoff emerged from your mouth as you chuckled internally at his brash comment — but of course — you couldn't deny him. You moved your panties to the side and bent yourself up, hovering over his sensitive dick. He held himself and waited for you to come down on him, and when your pussy engulfed just the very tip of his cock, he couldn't help but practically throw his head back. You weren't in better shape, already small moans coming from you as you continued to lower yourself lower and lower until his entire member was swallowed by your tightness.

"Oh — oh fuck — don't move," he whined, placing a strong hand on your hip to keep you in place, "Jesus fuck — if you move, I'm going to cum. Just stay- … f-fuck."

The way he was speaking made you want to move even more and you could feel yourself clench around him, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. Even though you wanted to move, he kept you in place, despite your slight squirming of the hips. He kissed you gently and when he became more collected, he guided you up and down on himself, holding your side carefully.

"Kazu- shit, hah — shit," you managed to get out, but your boyfriend started picking up the pace, causing a warm and tight feeling to twist inside your stomach. That feeling only started to rise when he took his thumb and started rubbing your clit in small circles.

"Mmm, 'atta girl," he groaned. He was watching you attentively, moans and tiny pleads leaving you as you could barely keep yourself up, Kazutora rutting his hips into you and bouncing you up and down on his hardness. You were so soaked and he felt so good inside of you, the sound of skin slapping together echoing in your ears. "That's my girl, taking my dick so good — fuck."

Kazutora encouraged you, knowing every time he said something so provocative with a swirl of your clit, he could feel you squeeze him — and he absolutely fucking loved it. Not wanting to cum yet, he slowed his pace just a little, inciting whines from you.

"No- more, please. W-want more. Kazu — please," you muttered, so fucked-out you could barely speak or think. He didn't listen, pulling you closer and nipping at your neck, which was already reddened from his kissing before. You continued to whine as he fucked you slowly, practically begging for him to continue at a fastening pace.

"Don't wanna cum yet, baby. Wanna be inside you just a little longer…"

You groaned at his words, clenching around him and earning yourself a groan from Kazu, which sent vibrations through your body. Your hands were on his chest, then grabbing onto his firm arms. "Fuck me, 'lease, faster," you begged. He groaned and quickly kissed up your neck and jawline, passionately kissing you on the lips,  then finally — finally quickening his pace, fucking into you so good that you moaned into his mouth.

"Cum for me — cum around me. Let me feel it," he said, pulling away from the kiss and looking at you in your fluttering eyes. You couldn't respond, but you gave him a nod, whining loudly as the fire inside your stomach came to a peak, reaching your orgasm as your pussy clenched around his cock.

"Ah- fuck! Feels — hah — s'good…"

"Mm, I feel you — goddamnit — keep tightening around me and I might just cum right in you." His words buzzed in your ears as you breathed heavily, coming down from your high. Your boyfriend still fucked you slowly, causing you to whimper at how sensitive you were. "Sensitive, baby…? 'M gonna cum…  soon — gonna pull out last second… try to, at least… but, fuck — you feel so good 'round me," he muttered into your neck, moving you up and down as you whined softly, your mind still a mess from your orgasm.

Fucking into you a few more times, he quickly pulled away, lifting you up and getting himself out of you. "Gonna cum, fuck — hah — oh, f-fuck, " he panted, pumping himself once before throwing his head back, warm, sticky cum aiming right at your bare stomach. His other hand grabbed onto your thigh as he came, his groaning continued as he milked the rest of his cum out. You could feel the warmness on your torso — looking down at the mess he made of you.

"On my stomach, again, Kazu, — really?" You teased, as he moved his head forward to look at you and your stomach with his cum sloppily planted on top. A smile crept upon his face and he gently put a hand on your waist.

"Guess I like to make a mess." His hand went to your face, cupping it softly, before kissing you, smiling into the kiss, "and, for the record — you made me feel a lot better."

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✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Mitsuya's Sketchbook :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

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Mitsuya’s studio is every bit as meticulous and breathtaking as you had imagined. The space is soaked in soft natural light filtering through his windows, lighting up rolls of fabric, racks of clothing, and scattered tools. You’re standing by his work table, admiring the neat chaos of his creativity, when you spot an old, weathered sketchbook among the more professional-looking designs.

“Can I?” you ask, your hand hovering above the sketchbook.

“Sure,” Mitsuya says, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he reorganizes a pile of fabric swatches.

You pick it up carefully, its worn cover is soft from years of use. Flipping through the pages, you’re greeted by rough sketches of dresses, suits, and intricate patterns- some finished, others abandoned midway. One page catches your eye: a design for two tiny dresses and a matching suit, complete with doodles of little stick fingers labeled “Luna” and “Mana”.

“Oh my god, is this from when Luna and Mana were little?” you ask, showing him the page.

He glances over and chuckles. “Yeah. I’ve had that sketchbook since middle school. It’s seen better days, though there’s no way I’d get rid of it."

You pass it back to him, the spine creaking slightly. “It’s falling apart. You should preserve it or something."

“Maybe,” he says, setting it down gently. “I’ll treasure it forever, but yeah, I really do need a new one."

The moment lingers before he picks up a box of charcoal sticks and passes it to you. “Here. Didn’t you say you were running low?"

“I did! Thanks, Mitsuya,” you say, grinning as you take it. “You’re a lifesaver."

He shrugs with a smile. “If you ever need more, you know who to ask."

Before you can reply, Luna’s voice interrupts. “What are you two doing in here?” she asks, her tone teasing as she steps into the doorway with Mana trailing behind her.

“None of your business,” Mitsuya says smoothly, but there’s a faint flush to his cheeks. “Y/N, would you like something to drink while you’re here?” he asks, turning to you.

“Tea would be great. With honey, if you have it,” you reply.

He nods and heads to the kitchen, leaving you alone with Luna and Mana. Before you can blink, they’re plopping you down on the couch and glaring at you with mischievous grins.

“Taka’s got such a crush on you,” Luna says, leaning in close.

Mana nods eagerly. “But he doesn’t know how to tell you ‘cause he’s not sure if you like him back."

“But you do, though, don’t you?” Luna chimes in again.

You blink, heat rising to your face. “I don’t know about that. He’d tell me if he did. Right?"

Luna’s grin widens. “You didn’t answer the question. Don’t you like him?"

“I… well, I…” you stammer, but Mitsuya’s return saves you from having to answer. He sets the tea in front of you, his gaze flicking between his sisters and you.

“No need to get all quiet when I walk in the room. What were you three talking about?” he asks suspiciously.

“Nothing!” Luna and Mana answer quickly before bolting from the room.

Mitsuya sighs. “Sorry about them. They love drama, especially when it involves me. Can’t say I blame ‘em, though. They are in high school, after all."

You laugh, brushing it off. "It's fine. No harm done."

You sip the tea and glance at Mitsuya. You know Luna and Mana aren’t wrong- you have spent the past few weeks with a constant tingling in your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. But you aren't sure what to do about it either.

Later that week, you sit at your desk, staring at the blank cover of a new sketchbook. With a deep breath, you pick up a piece of charcoal and start to draw. On the top, you write a note in a soft, flowing script.

For Mitsuya-

A creative soul who brings beauty into the world. Thank you for inspiring me.

Below the note, you sketch flowers blooming upward, their petals curling gracefully to the left corner. The process feels meditative, and by the time you finish, the cover feels like a work of art in itself.

Once you’re sure the charcoal won’t smudge, you wrap the sketchbook in simple brown paper and tie it with purple twine. You take it to Mitsuya’s house although slightly nervous. Luna answers the door, her eyes lighting up when she sees the package.

“Is that for Takashi?” she asks, grinning.

Mana peeks over her shoulder, squealing. “He’s going to love it!"

“Is he home?” you ask, glancing behind them.

“Not yet,” Luna says. “You can leave it if you want-"

Before you can decide, the sound of a motorcycle pulling up cuts her off. You turn, and there he is, stepping off his bike. Mitsuya’s eyes widen slightly when he sees you.

“Y/N,” he says, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here. What a nice surprise!"

You take a step forward, holding out the package. “Hey, I brought this for you."

“Oh? A gift?” His brows lift in curiosity as he takes it. “Should I open it now?"

“Sure."

The two of you settle onto the couch while Luna and Mana watch from a not-so-subtle distance. Mitsuya carefully unties the twine and unfolds the paper, revealing the sketchbook. His fingers trace the charcoal flowers and the note, his expression softening with every detail.

“This is incredible,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with admiration. “Thank you, Y/N. For the gift… and for everything."

You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m glad you like it."

He looks up, meeting your gaze. "I love it. It couldn’t be more perfect."

A moment passes, and his face shifts, uncertainty clouding his eyes. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he asks quietly.

“Would you like to go somewhere? Just us?” His tone is hopeful, almost shy. “There are some things I’d like to say, and… I think it’d be easier without Luna and Mana around.”

Your chest tightens in the best way. “I’d love that."

Now you’re stepping off the back of Mitsuya’s bike, the salty breeze of the beach greeting you. The sky is dark now, the waves gently lapping at the shore not too far away. You follow him to a quieter spot, the roar of the ocean filling the silence between you.

He turns to you, his eyes warm despite the cool wind.

"I've been thinking, and..." he begins, a slight hesitation in his words. "You know, the thing is, I like you, Y/N. And I have for a while. I'm not exactly sure when it started, but... I want to be with you. If you'd let me."

You stare at him, and he continues. "So... if that's something you want too, then..."

"Takashi."

He pauses, looking at you. "Y/N?"

"I like you, too."

You feel weightless. Like a breath has been released, and a new, bright world is opening before you. Mitsuya's eyes widen slightly, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Can I kiss you?"

You nod, a rush of warmth washing over you as he leans in. His lips are soft, and the kiss is gentle and sweet. You sigh into his mouth, melting into his arms. When you pull back, you look up at him.

"So what happens now?"

"Well..." Mitsuya smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I have to confess, I have plans."

"Plans?"

"Yeah. Big plans. And it all starts with a date. Are you free tomorrow night?"

You laugh, warmth flooding through you. "Of course."

"Great," he says. "Then it's a date."

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