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metranart · 4 months ago

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My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you (Part 10)

ft. Sensei! Gojo Satoru, sensei! Suguru Geto, reader insert, slight! Megumi x reader.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto happily married, you, their lovely student and the cause of their ragging temptation. The problem: their son, Megumi, your best friend.

𖦹 Warning tags: Gojo x Reader x Geto, threesome, married couple, Suguru and Gojo happy married couple, polyamory, Teacher-Student Relationship.

You shook your head, twice, rubbing your hot, red cheek against the sheets of their queen size bed. Satoru's fingers, too long, gently digging into the base of your neck, over the faint row of purple marks at the beginning of your throat, and Suguru watched as you opened your mouth, exhaling a moan that didn't even really come out. A muted choke that sent goosebumps all over his skin.

“Oh my, how I missed you-” Suguru breathed out, gaze never straying from his husband and the way he was bending, your delicate body in every possible angle. “(Y/N), did you miss us?”

In that moment, your words got stuck in your dry throat when Satoru's cock filled your hole with a single deep thrust, stretching you in one go. You squealed, panting, clenching your fists so tightly that you might as well being trying to hurt yourself, gasping for a breath of hot, humid air. Slowly, rocking to the same rhythm of the thrusting and swaying imposed by your white-haired sensei.

“Of-Of course she missed us, honey. Our p-pup only gets this tight when being craving for our attention,” the prodigy murmured next to your ear, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your left shoulder, “—I can barely move, Suguru.”

Suguru Geto smirked and licked his upper lip, watching Satoru drop his hand to your belly and run his fingers there, along the outline of his own cock marked beneath the quivering muscles. You leaned back, unconsciously fleeing from his touch when his other hand trailed all the way between your joined legs until he reached your swollen, spent and pitiful, folds… quivering pieces of flesh that did its best to keep that gorgeously massive piece of cock inside.

A mere breeze of air, a mere gush of breath made you shiver all over, due of how sensitive you were, your folds shiny with saliva and cum residues, too exhausted to stop quivering, and Suguru LOVED each second of the show his husband was giving.

Your small, feisty hands scratched at the white-haired man's skin, pinching the flesh and biting lightly but your weakened form made it a pitiful effort to regain some control.

"I loooooove when she gets like this," Satoru confessed, and his husband agreed with a fond chuckle. "Me too, but right now I prefer her more... docile, so if you don't mind, cutie."

You weakly agreed with your head as best you could, and both smiled lovingly down at you, and then Suguru ripped the hair tie out of your hair, swatting Satoru's hand away and tightening the hair tie around your wrists, leaving your little, hyperactive hands out of the way.

"There we go," he said, adoring the sight of you, all tired smiles and happiness while tied and at their mercy, without a doubt you were theirs. “Sugu, you are a genius.” Satoru praised, still snuggled deep inside you.

Suddenly Suguru's gaze went down, and the depravity of his next act almost made you faint in his husband's arms. Lowering himself down, faced the trickle of translucent liquid escaping your pussy, it was a web of cum, a combination of his and Gojo's. Sliding out of you slowly but steadily with each wicked thrust of Satoru's hips. There was no more room inside you, it was either cum or cock, not both.

Satoru gave him a salacious grin from ear to ear.

“-Want me to make her purr, loud and pretty, just for you, my love?”

Suguru’s lips stretched with perverted pride, and you made a noise, like you were choking, like you couldn't breathe properly, and then Satoru flipped you over, leaving you on your back, throwing both legs over his shoulders and pounding into you so hard that suddenly the only thing you heard was your endless moans, even over his own rapid breathing and Suguru’s constant praise and encouragement for him to go faster.

You threw your arms up, blindly holding on to the edge of the bed tightly, as if your life depended on it, wrist tied up, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered. Satoru leaned forward into you, biting your mouth and neck and one of your breasts, filling the lone patches of clean skin -where Suguru hadn't leave a hickey- with deep pink marks, the kind that would later turn dark and purple.

Suguru spat into his hand, pumping himself twice before asking.

“(Y/N), could you open your eyes, please?”

His request seemed to take a moment before it hit you.

“-Baby, please… my lo-…love…. (Y/N)… please-”

Something felt odd. He didn't sound like him anymore and his hands didn't feel big and powerful against your skin anymore, your pussy tightened bringing you to an exponentially powerful orgasm, but those tight, gummy walls convulsed around nothing. Your eyes snapped open, and it wasn't Gojo's beautiful blue eyes or Geto's piercing jet black orbs that were staring at you... it was Megumi's prejudiced stare... Megumi-

You slowly began to remember your reality. Megumi, your boyfriend. Megumi, to whom the bed you were sleeping on belonged to. Megumi, who right now looked at you with morbid curiosity—

"Finally awake,” your brand-new boyfriend said, “you were moving and trashing in your sleep, sweetie.”

Of course you were, the constant throbbing between your legs was no dream, you could feel it even now like a reminder of what you really wanted and WHO your heart truly belonged to.

“What were you dreaming about?" Megumi ended up asking, insistently, something nagging at the back of his mind, urging him to corroborate his place in your subconscious mind. The sorcerer let his hand caress your thigh up and down while he waited for your reply, like a loving boyfriend would do, but also to check his theory. Your skin was, indeed, bristly and sweaty, and his curiosity only grew. "Tell me, you know you can trust me... what were you dreaming about? Something good, no doubt."

The sorcerer smiled playfully but that smile didn't reach his eyes, eyes that no longer could hide a hint of annoyance. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me…. He chanted internally. I need to know…

"......-(Y/N)?"

A timid grin ghosted your lips, and just once your thoughts had settled, you dared to lie.

“I-I…actually don’t remember, baby.”

You had finally shaken off all the sleepiness and could remember why you were there, in Megumi's bed, taking a nap while waiting for Yuji and Nobara to arrive. It was the first group mission in years, everyone was going. Former students and teachers. From Panda to Principal Yaga. They had to cover a lot of ground, so a lot of help was needed.

Megumi looked down at you, his hand never leaving its soft caress on your thigh, but his eyes said something totally different. You're lying, I know. Keeping your heart steady and your expression innocent was starting to weigh on your peace of mind.

Since the day you and Megumi became a couple, the wet dreams began, more and more intense, more and more vivid. At first, were just sporadic images of Gojo and Geto, but soon, were scenes taken from the most pornographic movies. They took you, over and over again, until your eyes fluttered open and you felt the squirting wetness slipping down between your legs, your pajamas soaked in sweat and cheeks burning. Shaky legs and labored breathing. All because of a dream. It was torture, these dreams were almost daily, every time you fell asleep your mind catapulted you back to them.

It was a nightmare to wake up and see Megumi's face light up, know that it was because of you… and have to lie to him.

"My d-dreams are very sporadic," you disguised the tremble in your voice with a yawn, "... sometimes some nightmares make me move. The worst missions get stuck in my head-"

"You were moaning,” he was emphatic about it. “Like… a lot." A curious eyebrow rose on his forehead and your nervous giggle prompted him to press further. “You were purring so pretty-”

Megumi made a meaningful pause to watch you closely and noticing the insistent heat on your cheeks, grinned a little more wickedly that he was accustomed to. “-like when we kiss or we…” he lifted two fingers and wiggled them, reminding you of some other intimate stuff his fingers had done to you and you laughed, a coarse laugh that sounded way to fake and anxious.

“Really?” maybe playing dumb could get you out of the hook. “I-…I…” dammit! Think! “I-… probably….” say anything, just don’t say you were dreaming with both his parents fucking you stupid-… “I-… probably was dreaming… about… you, baby.” You lied, shamelessly, “Dreaming with my Gumi.”

A derisive snort was heard from the other side of Megumi's bedroom door, and he quickly spring to his feet to yank the door open, poking his head out to find…. an empty hallway.

"Hello?" he called, suspiciously. "Gojo, Suguru?" he called again, but again there was no answer, so he shrugged, giving one last onceover on the area before going back inside with you and locking the door behind.

The sound of the latch being set and locking you, giving room to a more intimate scenario, frowned the brows of certain nosy special-grade sorcerers who were just too good at hiding.

With discreet steps, emulating a shadowless ninja, they both returned to their initial position with their ears against the wooden door so they could hear better. Suguru threw an irritated look at his husband whose expressive reactions almost got them into trouble, to then put a finger in front of his lips, the white-haired rolled his eyes, pouting, embarrassed.

“So…” They heard Megumi say, “…. You were dreaming about me, huh?”

"-Who else would I be dreaming about, Gumi?" you were pushing your luck. Suguru and Gojo shared a worried look while waited for Megumi’s verdict.

Their boy took his time to answer, analyzing you promptly, making you nervous all over but also seizing his chance to make a very smart move. A move that only a man raised by two wolves would come up with. The lips on your handsome boyfriend’s face stretched, far from shy, and without warning drop onto the bed, his head claiming your thighs as his precious pillow to be able to look at you from his new privileged position.

"So, if I was already in your dreams…” he shared in all his cool calm, “why don't you let me make your dreams come true?"

Three sets of cheeks blasted with heat, two out of anger and one, out of embarrassment. Megumi snickered amused, witnessing first-hand how adorable you looked all flustered, feeling even more proud, him being the cause. On the other side of the door, two older sorcerers were about to lose their minds.

Gojo's hand was already on the knob without him realizing it, it was only the feeling of his husband's strong grip on his wrist that stopped him from turning it... Geto shook his head, yet Gojo seemed possessed by something visceral inside him... Something jealous and possessive was burning to get out... Geto shook his head again, and their eyes met...

COMING SOON PART 11....

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athycore · 9 months ago

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Hello!!! :3 I wish to make a request! I really love your writing style and the way you carry out your fics, theyre so awesome X3!!!☆

Could I make a req of Mob (/Shigeo Kageyama) with a gn!gyaru!reader :3c? Extra points if they do really good in school!

I see that you havent posted in a while on this blog, so you dont have to respond to my req! Please take care of yourself first out of anything else ^^<3

Thank youuuuuu!!!!! X3

-[Anonymous].

OMG HAIIII!!! Thank you so much, about me not posting in a while, i completely forget im a writer so i never end up checking requests, but now i did!!

Anyways heres ur food :3

Mob w a Gyaru!reader…(gn reader)

To say mob was obsessed is an understatement. He simply fawns over your fashion and loves the idea of going against the beauty standard. Although because of his fashionable s/o, he has a hard time blending in. At times he doesnt want the attention but his albsolute cutie of his lover being the center of attention, mob wouldnt mind just this once.

You both go to clothing shops together! Mob believes and trusts your fashion taste to be able to pick a few for him. He wants to hang out and uses the idea of shopping together to get you talking. He enjoys it. Afterall he somewhat helps with some of the clothes for you to pick out, while you help him look his best. He adores your keen eye on managing to find the good clothes that are usually hidden..(gatekeepers😒😒)

When you go on dates he swears he can pay, but his pay isnt enough..afterall regien isnt too reliable. Instead you pay, hope you dont mind. After you both end up going to the park or going to each others houses to hang out later. Mob gaslights(begs) reigen to let him off early for these dates too. He wants to show his respect by simply making time for you like any wonderful lover.

Mob and his family aprove of you so much! You are just the sweetest and the cutest girls to ever approach mob. Ritsu thinks its rad that his older brother managed to get a parnther in general, but thinks even more highly of you when he knows and sees your genuine care for his brother. Plus when you go to mobs house to hangout, ritsu joins whenever he feels lonely. You and mob welcome him with open arms, especially when watching a horror movie.

Mob uses his psychic powers to try to find out what you like in order for him to get the RIGHT gift. Hes just whipped and his friends and brother tease him for it. Simple middle schoolers am i right? He doesnt mind it though.

He introduces you to reigen and reigen approves. Reigen sees you as fit, and an adorable girl who would help mob by the long mile. Mob also introduced you to teru and sho, as well as the other psychics. They all like you and think you are so cool with your makeup and fashion. Heck, teru asked for some advice too.

Mob gets you both matching keychains..guaranteed. Like those cute sanrio ones or the cute little characters. He finds them absolutely adorable. The idea that his s/o has the other half, he ends up staring at his keychain on end till his club snaps him outta it.

In school you might as well be a prodigy! He finds the fact that you do so well extremely admirable. He wants to be tutored by you and you only. Only you can be patient with him. He thinks of you as top of his class, grade, school even!( next to ritsu ) He just gets so happy seeing you not having to worry about grades and what not.

There are times when you are doing makeup, he just watches. No conversation, nothing. Soly because he thinks its skillful, he feels as tho its art and that she shouldn’t interfere. But there are times he asks questions about the products your using. Hes just curious about all that stuff.

Hes your #1 supporter! He believes that you should and will do what YOU want. That no one should tell you anything about how to look, act, or present yourself!

Hope you liked it!!! Thanks so much for the request!!!

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cher-rei · 4 months ago

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love song ♬— chapter 5 [ J.M ]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!oc

summary [please read]

genre(s): strangers to lovers, fluff, angst and sports romance [love song playlist]

[w.c: 3k] masterlist

notes: cutie piesss. that's what they are. omw and the next chapter is gonna he super domestic too shut uppp

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“wow, you're all decked out, spider-nerd,” aaliyah said and turned to look at noelle as she entered the living room, looking as if she was about to head to comicon.

with a proud smile, noellle showed off her spiderman zip up hoodie, a vintage blue and red spiderman t-shirt which she definitely thrifted and a pair of washed denim jeans. to a stranger it would seem that she'd been preparing for this moment her entire life.

which wasn't technically true. she didn't flinch at aaliyah's “spider-nerd” nickname, not when she saw it as a compliment, an accomplishment.

when sophia walked in she didn't even bat an eye, simply patting noelle's shoulders before sitting down on the sofa. “this isn't even bad. when we still lived in london, there was a day that she skipped school because the cinema was doing a rerun of the amazing spiderman. all three movies.”

the look of shock on aaliyah's face was comical, a scoff of disbelief leaving her mouth while noelle simply shrugged. “noelle braun, you start shaking when you accidentally jump a red light.”

she didn't fight however, and held her chin up. “I have no regrets,” the last thing she said before sliding away on her socks, leaving her friends to laugh as they finished up getting ready.

when they got to the cinema, the boys were already there and occupied with their own conversation. but soon the attention was on them, calls of approval from florian and kai rang through the air at noelle's outfit.

“you're seriously committing to this,” florian commented, impressed with her dedication to a simple movie.

a smile of pride tugged at her lips as she gave everyone a twirl to show off her full outfit. “I gotta represent.”

as they made their way over to get their snacks the conversation continued, this time the highlight happened to be the red light that noelle jumped in fear of being late (they were 30 minutes early). she couldn't catch a break, just when aaliyah mentioned that she wasn't a fan of breaking street rules.

“hey,” she put her up her hands in defence. “one little red light never killed anyone. the road was empty.”

kai raised an eyebrow at her excuse. “one little red light? you're like a racing prodigy— of questionable life choices.”

the jab didn't phase her, neither did their banter. noelle had known kai just as long as she'd known sophia, their sibling like relationship always bringing a smile to his girlfriend's face. “at least I'm consistent. I'm just living life on the edge.”

“the edge being the line between green and red?”

the group erupted into laughter, their banter filling the cinema lobby but noelle just shrugged. eventually aaliyah intervened, ready to defend her friend. “hey, no teasing noelle. she's just embracing her inner speed demon.”

“more like inner speed bump,” florian deadpanned, earning a look from noelle and before anything could happen sophia pushed them further into the line so that they could finally order their snacks.

everyone got their combos as per normal but aaliyah made sure to clarify that noelle didn't want popcorn, which raised some confusion in jamal who had been silent for a bit, still upset that this was a group activity.

he raised an eyebrow. “how can you not like popcorn?”

the question made her pout. “just not my thing.”

from ahead of them florian scoffed, not too fond of the idea of not eating popcorn

while watching a movie. “that’s like watching spiderman without the webs.”

the younger girl rolled her eyes. “I'll survive.”

the vip movie theater was surprisingly empty, causing jamal to internally jump up in triumph. this was exactly what he wanted. the seats were separated, two recliners and a table with nearly a metre of space between the others.

nothing was said as they stepped in besides the silent look of significance that was shared between the three footballers, followed by nods.

they stalled finding their seats, waiting until noelle sat down, which took longer than expected because she was awkwardly hopping in between the open spaces and then looking at the screen before moving on to the next row.

“what are you doing?” jamal asked in genuine confusion, his brows furrowing.

“I'm finding the perfect spot. I need to sit somewhere where I won't have to strain my neck or my eyes… here!” she exclaimed, settling into her chosen seat.

with that, the rest of the group found their seats with jamal next to noelle just as planned. “spider-nerd needs optimal viewing conditions,” kai teased, earning a playful shove on the arm from his girlfriend.

she was strange. that was jamal's initial thought— funny in her own way. she did things a certain way, had certain preferences that differed from most but it made her attractive. and what he learnt throughout the movie was that she was a lot geekier than he originally thought.

she spoke throughout the movie— her hushed whispers commenting on certain scenes and details that he didn't catch. she even took the liberty of explaining the base of the spiderman lore to him.

Iit got to the point where he would ask questions just to have her explain it to him. she would turn in her seat to look at him, her attention occasionally directing back to the big screen while her friends whisper-yelled at her to be quiet.

“the spider-verse is collapsing,” she muttered, more to herself. “the spider-totems, the web of life… it's all connected.”

jamal leaned in, his face inches from noelle but she didn't seem to care in that moment. “what's happening?” (he knew exactly what was happening)

noelle's explanation poured out in a rush, her excitement filled eyes glued to the screen. “the spider-totems are destabilising the spider-verse. each spider-person has a unique frequency, and when they intersect, it creates a rift.”

there were so many things running through jamal's mind at that moment. so many things that he couldn't say out loud for so many different reasons. he was entranced to say the least, eyes unintentionally dropping to her lips as she spoke. of course, he had to swallow those words and keep the interaction as pg as possible.

he cleared his throat, sinking further into his seat. “you're like a spider-verse encyclopaedia.”

noelle smiled at the compliment, waving him off. it was quiet for a moment again until her hand flew to grab jamal's hand to gain his attention— her excitement blocking out her consciousness. “oh, look.”

he didn't look because what the hell was stopping him from intertwining there fingers??

“thats’s the web of life. it's the interconnected web of spider-people across dimensions. each strand represents a life, and when one breaks, the entire web unravels–”

she was interuppted by aaliyah shushing her from the row in front of them, but jamal silenced her with a gestare, the girl's lips parting in shock at the audacity. “let her finish,” he mouthed, and she turned back to the front.

from the row in front, florian nudged his girlfriend who was plotting jamal's murder. “jamal’s got that ‘I'm-listening-to-you-and-only-you’ face.”

aaliyah scoffed in amusement and took another look at the two behind them, having a ball of a time. “I give them five minutes before discussing the merits of spiderman's web shooters.”

from in front of them sophia snickered, taking the liberty to get up and join them on the floor to enter the conversation with kai flowing after her. “we should start a betting pool— how long before he asks noelle about the difference between dc and marvel.”

their hushed whispers and laughter continued as they discussed the situation, looking back at the two every so often but they were stuck in the same position— with jamal nodding along to whatever noelle was saying. it was all jokes from there but aaliyah felt off.

she knew noelle, and just a few days ago she wasn't too happy about what happened at the training session. “guys, can I ask you something?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper.

the three of them nodded, more than ready to conspire. “noelle's been off lately. she's been doing really well with him, but… something feels off.”

kai frowned. “what do you mean?”

“she's a naturally guarded person, we know this but she's realising that she's becoming more comfortable and friendly with jamal.”

florian pulled a face at her statement. he understood what she meant about being guarded, it took noelle a week after meeting florian to tell him her last name. an entire week for something that wasn't even important.

the group went on to discuss the possibility of her pulling away from jamal and doing a full 180. sophia looked back at the two of them again, her laugh stifled as she watched them go through some sort of handshake, noelle stopping jamal and asking him to try again between her laughter.

“man, she's got this look in her eyes when she talks. it's like her face lights up.”

“oh boy, here we go again,” kai sighed in irritation as they entered the camp, his head pounding with the sound of jamal’s voice talking about noelle.

the entire car ride back, it's all that he talked about. he kept on talking about “special” she was, but kai and florian couldn't back him up. they've known her for years, and have seen sides of noelle that haunted them— how groggy and mean she could be when she was tired and having caffeine withdrawal, and how easy it was for her to zone out during conversations.

that was just the surface of it. noelle was what they called a tough cookie. she had her moods, she needed reassurance and comfort because of how often she overthought certain situations. and jamal found her rambling and hard working nature attractive but he never experienced how it could break her.

she was like a volcano. with emotions that shifted like the wind. one moment, she'd be effervescent, her eyes sparkling with passion and the next she'd be disconnected and lost in thought.

despite her tough exterior, she was vulnerable and guarded. even if it didn't seem like that right now.

no.elle

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no.elle i dig the whole "spider-nerd' thing 🕷

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liyah babe that lighting white washed you so bad 😭

→ no.elle no shut up, I tried to fix it!!

spamjam._. need the link to that hoodie yesterday

→ no.elle of courseee xx how's the euro tour going so far?

→ spamjam._. I can't say any of the words that I want to say here 😃

→ no.elle well that's just great! (manifesting that germany plays england so that we can meet up)

→ spamjam._. 🕯🕯🕯

it was about 20 minutes into the first half of the germany and denmark match in dortmund and barely anything had happened apart from the expansion of the darker clouds in the sky, and the droplets that noelle chose to ignore. the wind had started to pick up as well, but there was nothing more to do than to endure it.

eventually, the rain worsened and it started pouring. thunder clapped in the distance, the bright strike of lighting hitting only seconds before. sophia jumped up at the sound and reached for noelle's free hand, a giggle leaving her lips at the situation.

“petition to go home?” she asked jokingly and aaliyah lightly shoved her, glad to see that she was slowly regaining her colour.

another clap of thunder sounded, and the referee's whistle as well which earned mixed reactions from the crowd. apparently they were checking to see if an intermission was necessary due to the weather interference.

a decision wasn't even made yet but the storm had worsened, the players having no choice but to stay on the pitch, drenched. water was pouring from the gutters, the supporters taking the liberty to enjoy the atmosphere and make the most of it.

“up, up, up,” aaliyah hurriedly said, indicating that they were going to head to the family booth so that they could dry off. the game was going to be suspended until further notice, which was unfortunate because it was 10 minutes before half time.

the three girls looked up at the sky for another moment, their jaws dropping sight of the strikes of lighting striking through the clouds. noelle couldn't move, it was too captivating. her friends thought the same, their phones out to capture the moment as they stood on top of the stands, nearby the exit.

the pitch was empty, both teams had been sent to their dressing rooms but some had other priorities. noelle was the first to feel a tug at her hand, pulling her backwards into the shelter of the building only to realise that sophia and aaliyah were already gone.

“I'd prefer if you didn't get struck by lighting,” the familiar voice said and when she turned around, jamal was standing in front of her, drenched and out of breath.

noelle's heart skipped a beat as she met jamal’s concerned gaze. his eyes sparkled with amusement, despite the chaos around them.

“thanks for saving me from myself,” she said, out of breath and slightly taken back.

jamal's smile widened, his lips curling upward. “I'm starting to think that you need a permanent bodyguard.”

she playfully rolled her eyes at his comment, following him to the family booth where her friends were warming up. when they entered the booth, sophia and aaliyah were quick to rush to her side, concern etched on their faces.

jamal took a step to the side, watching as aaliyah took noelle by the shoulders. “since when do you let go of my hand in public places?” the apprehension in her tone was amusing, and made noelle stifle a laugh.

“sorry, mum” she replied jokingly with an eye roll. “the lighting was going off like crazy.”

aaliyah rolled her eyes, sophia taking the liberty to thank jamal, who waved her off. “no problem. besides, I couldn't let my favourite psych student get struck by lightning.”

noelle's cheeks flushed, her friends’ confused but curious eyes drifting to her, their smiles mocking her. “you're really milking that, aren't you?”

not long after, kai and florian entered the room with relived sighs to see that sophia and aaliyah were okay. there was still enough time until the game continued, so they spent it chatting and warming up.

most people were familiar post *insert situation* clarity. that gut-wrenching feeling and pit of realisation that settles in after coming down from a high, or just any good feeling. at that moment, while everyone was laughing and comfortable she felt herself drift.

it was an outer body experience.

noelle's gaze drifted away from the laughter-filled room, her mind disconnecting from the warmth and camaraderie. the sounds of her friends' voices faded into a distant hum, like a radio dial tuned to a distant station.

a jolting shock spiked through her body, up her spine and through every nerve, pulling her back down from the suffocating cloud she was on. with a deep breath her eyes blinked to regain awareness of her surroundings— jamal, kai and florian getting up to leave, seeing as they were needed back in the dressing room and aaliyah and sophia laughing.

“please be careful,” sophia's gentle voice sounded and she placed a kiss on kai's cheek. “everytime you slip on the pitch aaliyah and noelle laugh like it's their last day alive.”

her comment alone made aaliyah laugh again, hitting florian on the back as she did so. he tried to walk away, to break free from the torture but she managed to pull him back into a bone breaking hug. “stay dry on the bench, okay?”

although her tone was maternal, it was obvious that it was meant to be backhanded and jab him which it did of course. without another word, kai pulled his friends back into the corridor, his bidding goodbye drowning out florian's cries of protest.

they stayed in the booth for the remainder of the match because the rain outside was not in anyway appealing. the match was slow, yet somewhat electric as usual. germany emerged victorious once again, 2-0 thanks to jamal and kai.

the stadium was ecstatic, their country now into the quarter final with more hope than ever before. and even as noelle stepped onto the soaking pitch with a light drizzle in the air, the supporters didn't care and continued to celebrate underneath the stadium lights.

“ah! you did it!” sophia squealed and leapt into kai's arms with a beaming smile.

noelle pulled a face of disgust at the couple. “ew, can you not do that in front– ah! what the hell flo?!”

“I'm giving you some affection,” the footballer said and tightened his grip on her, a cunning smile on his face as she tried to fight him off.

noelle scoffed at the answer, knowing that he just wanted to wet her clothes since he was already soaked. she resorted to jabbing him in defence but he was stubborn, violently swaying their bodies to the side.

“liyah!” she called out in desperation. “he won't let go! flo I swear to god I will bite you.”

aaliyah didn't bat an eye at the situation and simply waved the two off and carried on with her conversation with a few of the other family members on the pitch. noelle could practically feel the water seeping in through her jersey, a desperate fight for comfort not reigning.

“I'm just sharing my love with you,” florian said with a smile, his mocking tone making noelle whine as she continued to struggle.

“I don't want your love,” she shot back, a slight laugh escaping her lips and before she could fight anymore, his grip loosened on her.

with sly grin and the sight of his friend walking up to them after talking to their coach, florian took hold of noelle's arm. “you're right, you don't want my love.” and with one harsh shove, “you want jamal's.” she landed on jamal's chest.

noelle stumbled, her eyes shut at the impact. florian’s mischievous grin lingered in the background, clearly please with himself as he skipped over to his girlfriend.

“hi, to you to?” jamal joked with a lighthearted chuckle, his hands draped around her shoulders to hold her in place.

she mentally cursed herself and tried not to focus on the proximity or the sound of her heart violently pounding in her ears. she let out an apologetic sigh, not having the courage to look up at him.

“sorry for the tackle.” she rolled her eyes. “your friend's a walking migraine.”

jamal's chuckle deepened, his cheeks a flush of dusty pink that he ignored very well. his demeanour was calm and to any other person it would look like he didn't think much of the situation. “he's just trying to spread the love… and chaos on occasion.”

noelle stifled a laugh, finally craning her neck slightly to look up at jamal. “I think he enjoys watching me suffer more than kai.”

there was silence for a beat until her eyes flickered with genuine fear and dread. “you're not going to shove me at anyone else, right?”

a hearty laugh vibrated through his chest and she could feel it so close to her own. this was undeniably the closest she's ever gotten to man. the feeling was strange but… nice? it was comforting, lighthearted, to be this close to him and still have a conversation.

jamal shook his head and pretended to think for a moment, leaving noelle to worry slightly and prepare to be tossed back to florian. “no, actually I think I'll keep you here.” he relaxed his grip around her shoulders. “you're really warm.”

noelle's heart skipped a beat. her lips parting in shock as her smile faltered for a moment, their gazes locked. “you're kidding. you can't even handle a little rain?”

a mock gasp left his mouth. “I can handle rain. I just prefer warm, dry women.”

her eyebrows shot up in shock, her body relaxing against his. “warm, dry women?” she repeated. “that's your type?”

“yeah. it's a niche market.”

as they stood together, the stadium's vibrant atmosphere faded into the background, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a bubble of intimacy. noelle's heart still skipped a beat from jamal's words, her lips parted in surprise. his gaze held hers, sparkling with mischief and warmth.

the chill of the rainy evening dissipated, replaced by the gentle heat radiating from his body. she felt her tension melt away, her shoulders relaxing into his grasp.

this proximity was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. noelle's experiences with men were limited to kai and florian's playful teasing, but jamal's gentle, lighthearted manner put her at ease.

as they stood there, the sounds of celebration and laughter swirled around them, but noelle's focus remained on him. his eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile softening.

the stadium lights cast a golden glow on his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his face. noelle's gaze drifted to his lips, her pulse quickening.

she felt herself drifting into uncharted territory, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. her instincts whispered warnings, but her heart overrode them, savoring the warmth and closeness.

jamal's hands, still draped around her shoulders, seemed to anchor her to reality. his touch sent shivers down her spine, yet she felt grounded, protected.

the world around them blurred, leaving only the gentle pressure of his hands, the warmth of his body, and the captivating sparkle in his eyes.

noelle's thoughts whirled, struggling to keep pace with her emotions. she couldn't deny the connection between them, the sense of belonging that settled within her.

as the moments ticked by, noelle realized she didn't want to pull away. for the first time, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

the uncertainty was exhilarating, the thrill of the unknown coursing through her veins like adrenaline. noelle's heart soared, her senses heightened, as she let herself drift deeper.

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jades-typurriter · 1 month ago

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Sherry (Shaken, Stirred) & Spectre

Hiiiiii y'aaaall I have a backlog againnnnn Including!! A story inspired by some conversations with @bluebearial and also my own Spectre-related brainrot (so, nothing new) Additionally, illustrated once again by bowsiosaurus!! merry christmas bee lmao

NSFW CW: Ear penetration, TF, lil bit of personality change

Another muggy night had descended on the city streets. From above, punctured by distant, dim stars, and from below, lit by blinding, hypnotic neon; from without beset by urban smog, and from within clouded by cigar smoke and heady excitement. It was another perfect night for Ceri to watch quietly, longingly, from the bar in the back of the dining hall, the stage lights illuminating her desire reaching her like the distant smears of headlights on a highway through a rain-streaked window. Unbeknownst to the scotch-slinging Shinx, it was also the perfect kind of night for ghosts to set out on the prowl. Witching hour was the same for the drunk and the dead, the ghouls and the gamblers, the lich and the lech. From the haze of the smoky room, from between the spirits on the shelf, emerged one such spirit, looming and leering over the Luxray-in-waiting’s shoulders. She was fuzzy in both clarity and texture, Oran-blue except for a yellow glow in her eyes that would’ve put an Umbreon to shame and limelight-white teeth that could each have passed for the tip of a Grip Claw. She only noticed the hovering horror when she loosed a low, bartop-shaking growl.

A flighty girl, she nearly jumped out of her neatly-pressed purple server’s uniform, fumbling a drink shaker and a bottle of liquor high into the air. As she scrambled to catch them, she looked up at the stage, breathing heavily, first and foremost worried that she had made herself look a fool in front of the night’s actual performer, Eleanor, the Floatzel of her fantasies. She glanced back from beneath the spotlights, sending a wink across the room, through the Shinx’s heart, and all up and down her spine. She’d successfully passed the save off as a particularly flashy mixologist’s maneuver, though she assumed that Eleanor simply hadn’t noticed—not out of the ordinary for her, a voice from deep in the back of her mind needled her. More pressing was the voice emanating from the back of the bar, which she’d only just collected herself enough to remember.

“My, my~,” the apparition appraised her, “what do we have here…?” Ceri whipped around, finding her snout full of stomach and her bar flooded with blue. She’d suspected that Derrick, the more lax of the pair of Incineroar bouncers, had snuck up on her for a laugh, but as her eyes struggled to make sense of what she was seeing, she quickly realized that it wasn’t the person before her that had growled. She gulped. The ghost giggled, bringing a paw to her mouth.

“WH!! Wh-what are you doing behind the bar?” Ceri managed.

“Hmm~? I’m afuraid there’s nya-body behind the bar but you, cutie-cat,” she snickered. “Mew seem to be talking to yourself~.”

Back pressed against the edge of the counter, paws gripping the marble until the figure could see her knuckles turning white through her powder-blue fur, Ceri whipped her head around to look out at the patrons, at Eleanor, at Derrick or Rhodney, at anyone. One or two people were still eyeing her after her noisy little display with the drinks; the boys had their attention firmly set on the front door and on the entrance to the dressing room. Nobody seemed to notice the prodigious poltergeist but her.

“What d-do you w-w-want?” she whispered, desperate for this to be some kind of dream, and desperate to not seem crazy if it was. The ghost unrolled a gooey, squishy tongue from between plush, shiny black lips, faintly illuminating the two of them in the same amber light that poured from her catlike eyes. A Gastly, then, Ceri distantly recognized. Unfortunately for her, one that seemed famished. If she wasn’t asleep now, she would be any second, suffocated by the phantom’s deadly fumes. It’d be over by the time she hit the ground, and it’d just look like a fainting spell—nobody would know how bad it really was until it was far, far too late.

“Why does anybody go out to a restaurant?” the monstrous woman mused in her rumbly, sultry voice, confirming the Shinx’s worst fears. She was paralyzed with fear, so much so that she couldn’t even bring herself to shout for her coworkers. “I came looking for dinner, but it seems I’ve found meowself a show instead~!”

“Arceus, please—” she squeaked, shaking so hard it was a wonder the glasses weren’t rattling. “P-p-please don’t eat me! I h—I never got to… I don’t wanna…” She sunk slightly down the side of the bar, her legs turning to jelly beneath her. “I’m never gonna get to tell Eleanor…”

The hungry haunt crept closer and closer, until her triangle nose was nearly pressed up against Ceri’s, sharp grin growing and growing with every inch the gap closed. The laughter in her throat rose from a purr, to a menacing chuckle, to a full-on cackle—before suddenly pulling away. She floated in the air above the Shinx, sprawled out like she rested atop an invisible tree branch. Her paw rose to her chin again as the evil laughter rattling in Ceri’s oversized ears turned into a catty, girlish giggling; Ceri herself looked up in confusion and shock.

“Oh, don’t be silly! I could never eat a purrecious thing like you~,” the ghost reassured her. “Though I think I was right on the meowney about my entertainment fur the night…” She rolled over in the air, her flowing hair cascading nearly to the floor as she made upside-down Electric-Type eye contact. “Why don’t you tell me all about this ‘Eleanor’, hmm?”

Ceri’s ears reflexively flicked toward the stage, worried that the Floatzel’s safety was now in question. She watched her would-be predator’s eyes follow the motion and saw the ghostly gears turning in her head; that was all she needed to put the pieces together.

“Ohhhh, I see~,” she purred, righting herself and sinking to be face-to-face with Ceri once again. “Mew have a little crush! And mew haven’t been able to speak up about it, seems like.” The crestfallen expression on the bartender’s face was clearer confirmation than any response she could’ve mustered, terrified or otherwise. Blood finally returned the color to her face, but especially to her cheeks; as they burned, she straightened herself up a bit.

“Wh-who,” she stammered, “who even are you?! You’ve got a lotta nerve, you know!” Her huffiness only elicited more amused chuckling from the bigger, bluer cat.

“I’m Spectre,” she began, “but mew can call me your lucky charm~.”

“Oh, really? I sure feel lucky.”

“Well, meow often do you get the chance for the boost you need to finally speak your mind?” At this, Ceri paused. After a moment’s hesitation, she crossed her arms.

“Yeah?”

“I specialize in this sort of thing,” Spectre hummed, turning over one of her paws to nonchalantly inspect her claw tips.

“Oh, that’s a shame. You’d make a killing as a haunted house actor.”

“A killing, hmm~?” She was uncomfortably close to the Shinx again, who swatted her paws around like she was shooing away an unpleasant smell.

“Alright, alright, just… what's the tip?”

“Tip? It’s mewsually a little more in-depth than that. I’m nyat a mewracle worker!” Ceri rolled her eyes. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more purrivate and have a longer chat a-meow-t this, hm~?”

“I could take my bathroom break,” she said, flatly.

“Do mew really want someone to walk in on mew having a confursation with the wall of the stall? There’s got to be somewhere we can really have all to ourselves.”

“...We could go backstage.”

“Oh, purrfect~! Then we’ll be ready for your little lady furiend anyway.”

Heaving her shoulders with a sigh, the bartender looked around one more time to make sure nobody had been listening in on her seemingly one-sided conversation. As she walked toward the side of the dining room, she could feel Spectre’s presence weighing practically right on top of her. She approached Rhodney, the stricter of the two bouncers, who raised one eyebrow over his pair of sunglasses.

“What’s the matter, Ceri? Your paws seemed a bit shaky earlier.” She winced—seems he did see her little “save” earlier, or at least saw her having what felt like a panic attack.

“Oh, I’m fine now, but… thanks.”

“‘Course. We’re always here for you, you know.”

“Can I ask a favor then, actually?”

“Be my guest.”

“I gotta get past you real quick.”

His eyebrow shot up again, even further this time.

“‘Employees Only’ only really applies to Eleanor here, you know.”

“Yeah, but… I’m gonna, um. Try to talk to her, tonight.”

Both eyebrows were fully clear of the darkened lenses, now. Rhodney whistled a quick, sharp whistle, getting Derrick’s attention from where he stood at the entrance, and made a brief, unintelligible gesture with one paw. Derrick lowered his shades, leaning fully forward, mouth agape in surprise and excitement; he shot Ceri two thumbs up and set off in the direction of another of their coworkers. Blushing once again, Ceri glanced at Spectre (laughing to herself, nyaturally~) and back up at Rhodney, who looked through her as though she wasn’t there at all.

“Break a leg,” he mumbled discreetly, sliding his key into the doorknob without so much as turning around. She quietly thanked him and ducked past his arm into the dim dressing room, lit only by the faint orange glow of the incandescent bulbs studding Eleanor’s makeup mirror.

“Nyaaaaaalri~ight!” Spectre warbled, pushing Ceri straight to the folding canvas chair, complete with a star on the back of it, that stood in front of the mirror. With her half-corporeal paws squeezing Ceri’s shoulders, she looked at her in the mirror, eyes like another pair of bulbs, adding an uncanny glare to the usually-soft modeling lighting. “Why don’t mew fill me in on nyaaaaaalllll the little details?”

“Well,” the Shinx began, “I started working here about two years ago—”

She trailed off as she watched Spectre cringe.

“What?”

“Two years?”

“Yes???”

“And mew haven’t said a word to her about the fact that you’re attracted to her.”

“I don’t see the problem with that! It’s normal to know each other for a while before you start up a relationship,” Ceri huffed.

“She was the last thing mew saw when your life flashed before your eyes.”

“...”

“She was going to be your finyal regret.”

“Man.”

“And all that with friends as supportive as that hunk outside? It just seems like—”

“Alright! Alright. Maybe I’ve been dragging my feet about it. What do mew—ugh, what do YOU suggest?” She glowered at Spectre, who could barely contain her smile at that.

“Well,” she began, “I don’t think my mewsual methods are going to work here. Much too slow.”

“I think you’ve established that I don’t mind taking things slow.”

“Nyes, but mew did make a purromise to that friend of yours that mew’d be making a move tonight…” The Shinx’s eyes took on a distant (ironically, haunted) look in the mirror.

“Fuck,” she spat, burying her face in her paws.

“Seems like mew don’t have a choice but to let me work my magic~.”

“Just do it. Do whatever you gotta do!”

“I’m going to hold mew to that,” she cooed, somewhat ominously. “Just to be totally clear: I have purr-meow-ssion to take nyastic meowsures?”

“For the love of Arceus, will you cut to the chase?! I don’t wanna get their hopes up again just to chicken out. Do what you gotta do.”

“If mew say so~!”

Spectre rose so that her belly was roughly face-height with Ceri again, and with a snap of her paw, a cloud of ethereal smoke began pooling at her waist. Or, maybe, the smoke had been there the whole time, and was just now dissipating…? Either way, once it had cleared enough for Ceri to see again, her cheek was brushing up against a cock as long as her arm; its bright-blue tip, big as a fist, peeked out from beneath Spectre’s fuzzy foreskin. It was already rock-hard (or as hard as a ghost could be…), throbbing and leaking some kind of ectoplasm. She was shocked at the mess she was already making, but it was frankly no surprise when she looked past it and at the head-sized balls bouncing beneath it as Spectre bobbed in the air next to her.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Call it my secret weapon~.”

“No,” she hissed, recoiling away hard enough for the chair to scooch with her, “I mean why is it out?! Were you going to ‘trade’ me for your help?!”

“This is the help, cutie-cat. Just consider it purractice for being intimate with a lady, hm~?” Ceri squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temples with her paws. She was nearly shaking with frustration, having had it up to her neck with baits-and-switches. She shot up from her chair, sliding it back with the force of the outburst, clenched paws raised in kitten rage.

“GGGRRRRRRRRRGGRRHRHRGHGRGHRGRGGGGET ON WITH IT!” the Shinx roared.

Once more, that was all Spectre needed. She adjusted the height she was floating at, grazing Ceri’s face once again with her tip, leaving a glob of sticky ghost-goo in her fur. To her surprise, the phantom’s phallus passed right by her mouth (which was a bit of a relief; she had no idea how she was going to handle that thing). Instead, she started aligning herself with one of the Shinx’s radar-dish ears (which was quite the opposite! She had even LESS of an idea what she was doing!).

“I—Okay, I know I said you could do whatever you needed to do, but I don’t really understand—”

“I’m getting in there directly, sweetheart.” In an instant, Spectre had swooped down to whisper right into the Shinx’s sensitive ear, her lower lip just barely making contact with its thin, furry edge. Her voice made Ceri shudder again, this time not from fear, but from the sheer smoothness of the sound; it didn’t help that her breath steamed not with warmth, but with an unnatural chill. She could hear the saliva in her mouth, she was so close. Every little movement of her oversized, squishy tongue, every last flexing vocal cord… she practically melted into the chair when the spirit swallowed before speaking again. “Just relax and enjoy the nyadjustments~!”

Before she could protest any further, Spectre was floating above her, lined up once again and beginning to press forward with her hips, the tip of her cock squeezing in with much less resistance than made any sense. Ceri felt a tingling in a fairly straight line through the side of her head toward the center, like Spectre was simply phasing through her the way she’d floated straight through the walls before, but at the same time she felt an unsettling, slimy, squishy sensation. It had certainly looked solid enough when she was face-to-face with it before, but now she felt it molding to the cramped spaces inside her ear, squishing like it was no more substantial than jelly… The Shinx could only offer a whimper and a shudder, overwhelmed by the conflicting signals her brain was receiving.

Progress quickly halted, though, as it poked and prodded up against something that felt relatively solid on the inside of the bartender’s head. Was it the ear drum? The skull itself? Spectre didn’t seem to care what it was; she was starting to pant, moaning and muttering curses under breath the deeper she managed to force herself. Her foreskin rolled back and forth over her tip as she gave exploratory little thrusts, testing the obstruction, tickling Ceri’s sensitive inner ear all the while. Soon enough, apparently satisfied that she had loosened things up enough, she pressed forward with one slow, unrelenting movement of her hips. Something gave with a POP; Ceri’s eyes rolled back, her legs giving out from under her, as Spectre’s cock jutted deeper into her in one smooth, final motion. Weightless as she was, Spectre’s rhythm didn’t seem at all perturbed as Ceri sank back into the chair beneath her; she simply floated with down with her, pulled like a balloon on a string, her wispy lower body fully wrapped around Ceri’s torso as she clung to her, pumping in and out of her ear with increasing desperation. She may have been incorporeal, but her hips—her nuts—certainly still made an impact with each thrust, her fuzzy sack meeting Ceri’s cheek like she was on the losing side of a brutal pillow fight, whap, whap, WHAP.

Slick, squelching noises assaulted the Shinx’s senses as more and more of Spectre’s ethereal precum coated the inside of her ear, of her skull. Every pump, every gush, every SCHLCK rearranged her very brain, leaving more and more of the ghost’s musky, steamy scent on her body and more and more of her mark on her mind. Ceri began to faintly glow just like her current partner, brilliant white instead of eerie blue; something about her felt more malleable, all the way through her body, and Spectre wasted no time in taking advantage of how accommodating her ear canal had become.

Ceri’s fur began to thicken, to darken, a new clump somewhere on her body cropping up every time the spirit bucked her hips, filling out into a wild, bestial mane. One by one, in time with Spectre’s movements, her claws elongated, bursting from the tips of her paws, which themselves had become stronger, larger, more intimidating, more imposing. Her feet dragged across the floor as they grew, her legs stretching farther and farther away from her in the low seat; her arms, limp at her sides, followed suit as she twitched and writhed (her ears flicked, twitched, practically clenched around Spectre’s cock—if she had any room in her head for a stray thought, she’d be surprised that they could even do that).

Slowly, her three-piece suit began to tighten around her thighs, and the buttons of her dress shirt began to strain around her bust. The sounds of tearing fabric mixed with the wet shlorps reverberating through her head, exposing her once-perky, now-sloshing breasts, separated by a dense tuft of black fur, bright-yellow nipples buried among sky blue. As her growing body shredded its way through her slacks, her panties strained against her own, suddenly much larger, cock. They were already soaked through with pre at her tip, the smooth, tapering swoop of her kittycock pitching a neat little tent in the girly little article. Every time Spectre rammed her ear, a new soft barb budded along the surface of Ceri’s cock, making it throb wildly, sending a shock all the way down her spine (and a literal shock into Spectre, only egging her on further).

As Ceri’s hips bounced, trying to fuck the empty air, Spectre continued pushing deeper and deeper into her mind, inching closer and closer to putting a “finishing touch” on her protege’s attitude; pleasure wasn’t the only thing that’d be flooding her mind, soon enough. There was a good chance the room would be flooded, too—after ramming and ramming against another wall on the opposite side of Ceri’s skull, Spectre finally pushed through a second time, her half-tangible cock jutting clean through the Electric-Type’s other ear, drooling phantasmal precum down her other cheek and all over her now-bare shoulder.

Squeezing through both earholes was like fucking a toy made up of tight rings, or being stroked in the firm grip of two strong hands; the near ear massaged the base of Spectre’s dick, and the far ear bore down around her sensitive tip with each pass. At this point, every stroke forced a rope of cum out of Ceri’s cock, drenching her panties further. Some of her mini-orgasms were powerful enough to shoot through the fabric, pooling into a musky mess between her paws on the floor below.

The whites of Ceri’s eyes turned a pale red, still practically staring at the back of her skull; Spectre’s paws clutched at her pet project’s head, petting her, slamming into her, hunched over so far that her tummy smushed around Ceri’s snout. They were both about to finish, Ceri with her makeover and Spectre with, well, you know. When she finally blew her load, she didn’t stop pounding—half of it squirted out her far ear, splattering an ocean of cum on the floor alongside Ceri’s comparative lake, and half of it sloshed around the remaining slurry of Ceri’s thoughts, mixing in a potent dose of Spectre’s signature sexual confidence, her hunger, her lust. They nyowled in unison, tongues hanging out (Spectre’s dangling much further than Ceri’s, and making much more of a sticky mess); as they both rode out their climaxes, they settled into each other and began purring in unison.

The poltergeist eventually pulled out, the sensation sending spasms through Ceri’s body (and a little more cum onto the floor). After a few moments, consciousness returned to her, her eyes refocusing just in time to see Spectre making that monster of hers magically disappear with nothing more than a wave of her paw. She blinked hard, once, twice, then turned her attention from the manifestation to the mirror, appraising herself. She was… she was a Luxray!

“So, kitten?” Spectre purred, placing her paws back on Ceri’s shoulders like a hairstylist admiring her own handiwork.

“I feel… fantastic!” Her voice was a solid octave deeper than it was before. It was huskier, raspier, though she couldn’t tell whether the second part was because of all the screaming she must’ve gotten up to. She thanked her lucky stars—or, she supposed, her good luck charm—that the dressing room was soundproofed so Eleanor could warm up her voice before each show. Usually, she would’ve been mortified at the thought of being heard by all those people, but instead of clamming up and fixating on the worst… some part of her was… proud? At the notion. Like she wouldn’t mind being seen by all those people. “Hell, I feel like I could walk onstage right now and sweep Eleanor off her feet!”

“Wrowww~,” Spectre mused, “I really have rubbed off on mew then, hm?” Her eyes trailed down to Ceri’s bare chest, and further to where her dick was still halfway flopped out of her panties. Okay. Right. She at least retained the good sense to stop herself from running around naked.

“Maybe I’ll have a look around for some spare clothes in here first, ahah. I mean, It’s a dressing room, right?” She turned to look over her shoulder at the armoire in the corner of the room, and at the standing rack of a few pre-prepared outfits. “How hard could it be to find something that fits?”

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll just see myself meowt,” came Spectre’s voice from her other side. I’ve never been a purrponent of putting more clothes on.”

“Pssh, yeah, I could’ve guessed,” Ceri shot back, twisting around again. “How do you even manage to hide that massive—”

When she turned back, Spectre was already missing from the reflection, leaving nothing but a puff of sky-blue smoke and a faintly echoing, distinctly feline laugh.

“Well,” she said, directed at nothing in particular. “Thanks.”

With that, she started rummaging through the stage outfits. She found a larger size of her work uniform, but for some reason, she felt much less inclined to dress formal. She settled for a vest (worn open, so as to be less restrictive in both the literal and metaphorical sense), a pair of dress pants that was a size or two too big (because it was the closest thing she could find to a nice, loose pair of jeans), and a pair of glossy boots that reached up to her calves. She’d have to work on it—maybe take some pointers from the boys, given her larger frame—but it was a start.

Behind her, a poster on the wall was subtly different, featuring a certain cat instead of the star of a previous show at the lounge. She may have had at least one kind of hunger satisfied for the night, but Spectre still expected a show! All that was left now was to sit back and gloat about what a stellar wing-wraith she was.

Well, Eleanor was still singing out on the stage… she was sure she had time to clean out the kitchen first.

Hi!! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! If you want to see more of my work, you can check it out here and here!

#writeblr #trans author #furry fiction #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #transformation #tf #earfucking #shinx #luxray #ghost #possession #indie author #lapras lounge #mrow oc: ceri #mrow oc: eleanor #my writing #short story

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lovershinsoukoku · 6 months ago

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I don't like to call Akutagawa a dog and usually use the word "cat" to describe him, despite the fact that in the manga he was called "the dog of the port mafia".

For me this nickname means the same thing as "demon prodigy" or "killer of thirty-five", it's some kind of dehumanization. When a person is seen not as a human, but exclusively as a murderer, as if they are not capable of anything else. In the Russian voiceover, Kunikida said that Ryunosuke's ability is created for killing, and it's awful to say something like that.

Just remember Kyoka, what a confused child she was and how she really believed that the only way out for her was death, that she was incapable of anything else.

Look at Dazai, at how he treats himself, how much he doesn't accept the fact that he is the same member of the agency as everyone else, the way he doesn't want to admit his humanity.

Do you think Akutagawa is not affected by all this?

If we're talking specifically about the "dog" stuff, let's not forget that Ryunosuke doesn't like these animals.

I am sure that during his life in the slums, dogs brought a lot of problems. They could even kill a child (his friend for example), bite, take away food. Let's not forget that Akutagawa's Rashomon didn't manifest from Aku's birth and he had to survive without it for some time. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't just dislike dogs before, but was afraid of them. Do the results yourself, but I think it's clear why I think it's wrong to use the nickname "the dog of the port mafia".

He's such a cutie(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Leave my baby alone, he deserves better

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke

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twstfanblog · 1 year ago

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*~250 Followers Fic~*

A/N: Ignore me taking so long to get this out. I love how the fall gives me hit after hit and they only get worse in the winter XD. But I've got plenty of WIPs in the pot to work with. Enjoy this fic though!

Edit: Had to redo some tags. A lot of them got deleted somehow

Warnings: They/She OC, minor vomiting scene.

Main Pairings: Polygamous OC dating 3 people- YuuxMalleus, YuuxAzul, YuuxAzul, Alluded to Trey/Jade, Leona/Ruggie

A series of videos were posted to all of Cater’s socials, his Magicam, his Twstr, and even his Thimble over the course of a single day. The increase in activity drew in his followers and peaking curiosity. The first video opened with Yuu, smiling in a nice blazer with the NRC logo over the right breast.

“Hello to the audience of Cay-Cay-Cutie! I am sure you recognize me from my cryptid appearances in the background of Cater’s videos, but I’ll introduce myself anyway. I’m Yuu and I’m stealing Cater’s socials to record and post Night Raven College’s first annual Spice Endurance Competition!”

They walk to the center of the mirror chamber, gesturing to the seven mirrors, "Each dorm will be taking part in this little contest. Points will be given for every person who finishes the challenge. We're looking for clean bowls!"

She steps to the side, allowing Grim to float into view. The cat monster smiled smugly as he sported a new grand bowtie with an emblem of NRC in the center, “Join me and my co-host, Grim, in seeing how each dorm manages the challenge! Who will win? Who will lose? Who’s gonna CRY!? Find out in the next series of videos!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The first video after the introduction simply had the four suits of a card deck and a rose as the title. Opening it showed Yuu, smiling as she walked through a lush rose garden with a stylized stamp of 'Heartslabyul' in the corner, “Welcome back, and thanks for clicking the video! I’m live on the scene at the Heartslabyul dorm, home of the great Cay-Cay himself.”

The camera swings around, showing the various dorm members waiting patiently at the tables for the ghosts to bring out the spicy dishes. At the main table, sitting beside Riddle was Cater. Catching Yuu finally arriving, he smiled and waved, “Yuu-Chan~! Over here sweetie, bring my fans!”

“Yeah, yeah We’re coming…” Grim mutters under his breath, missing Yuu briefly showing his pouting face to the camera before it moves back to Cater and the others.

“It’s Cay-Cay and crew! Lined up and ready for the Spice Endurance Challenge!” Cater puts on his persona, smiling and winking at the camera with a number of cute gestures and poses.

Trey smiles softly from his place on Riddle’s other side, muttering in good nature, “Do we not get names?”

Yuu instantly moves the camera away from Cater’s display, almost shoving it into Trey’s surprised face, “Why is that baking prodigy, Trey Clover, competing? Will such a handsome, talented, connected, single, man take home a victory for his dorm?”

The green-haired junior turned his face away from the camera, pulling his hat over his eyes trying to hide his blushing expression, “Stop…”

Deuce, the caring freshman he was, saw how embarrassed Trey was. He leaned on the table, nearly laying on it in an effort to shield Trey from view, “I’m Deuce Spade! I’m also competing to show how great Heartslabyul is!” After a few moments, his determined expression softens to a smile, waving briefly to the camera, “Hi mom! If you’re watching. I don’t know if you’re watching…Wait, did I tell my mom about Diamond-Senpai’s social media…medias?”

“Ok, enough of that.” Ace’s hand shoves Deuce’s head out of the way, pushing the other freshman directly onto the table to take up the space. With a cocky smirk, he pointed at himself with a thumb, “I’m Ace Trappola! And I’m gonna win this stupid little contest thought up by old Ramshackle, over here.”

“Both of you get off the table.”

Ace and Deuce scramble off the table, both of them trying to put space between them and their annoyed housewarden. Yuu angles the camera over, showing Riddle’s angered glare at the two freshmen. Seeing he was being filmed, he coughed into his fist, calming his temper, “Hello. I am Riddle Rosehearts, the current house-warden of Heartslabyul. I’m looking forward to this new school event.”

“Riddle Rosehearts, everyone. And, no, the stick has yet to be found in his ass.”

“Excuse you-”

Grim groaned, floating into view to hide Riddle’s reddening face, “Can we start already? I wanna eat grub, not re-meet all these losers…”

Cater forcibly moved the camera to view him again, a small pout on his face. Seeing the focus back on him, he smiled, “Now listen up cuties! Yuu-Chan and Grim-Chan will be back after we eat. Not gonna be that kinda content channel, sorry folks.”

Yuu poked their head from the bottom of the screen, smiling at the camera, “I see the ghosts bringing out the noods! Round one of the Spice Endurance Challenge, start!” Their expression blanks for a moment, “Oh, hang on…”

They take the camera back, pointing it toward Riddle and making the motion of signing the cross at him. Reaching forward and dipping their fingers into his cup of tea before flicking the liquid at him, “Ok, now we can start!”

Riddle looked at himself in confusion in the background, seeing the spots of tea on his uniform, “What did you just do?”

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The video has a brief ad roll, coming back to Yuu struggling to not laugh, “Welcome back! Let’s see how they did!”

The camera moves in a sweep of the garden, showing a number of Heartslabyul students guzzling down their tea or eating heaping spoonfuls of whipped cream that had made their way to the tables. At the main table, Cater sat in his chair working on a second bowl of spicy noodles, even though it was clear the dish was too spicy for him to handle. Beside him was Riddle face down on the table, unmoving. Trey was nowhere in sight, but Ace and Deuce were both in the fountain, heads dunked under the water. Grim was the only other person at the table, slurping up Ace and Deuce’s unfinished bowls.

Yuu zoomed in on Grim’s happy face, “Be careful, Grim, you don’t wanna get spicy in your eyes.”

At Grim’s happy chirp, Yuu moved away to focus on Cater’s flushed face, “And, just as I’m sure he was, Cater has taken to the challenge with grace and style!”

Cater simply flashed a peace sign, smiling as he covered his mouth to finish off Riddle’s bowl. Chewing, he pointed toward Riddle.

“Oh right.” Yuu moves closer to Riddle, a hand moving into frame to press against the prone redhead’s neck, checking his pulse, “...Ok, he’s still alive, where’s Trey?”

“I’m back! Is he still out?” Trey rushed into the area, carrying two massive bowls of whipped cream. Placing them on the table, he lifted Riddle’s head haphazardly by the hair. The redhead was clearly out of it with his face coated in sweat and completely red with his mouth hanging open. Instead of trying to feed the chilled topping to Riddle, Trey simply put him face down into the first bowl, ignoring the hissing sound and steam escaping from the sides.

Turning around Yuu yelled toward Ace and Deuce, “Aye! Trey’s back! Stop drinking the fountain water!” They mutter under their breath, “You’re gonna get a fucking infection…”

Grim floated beside Yuu, slurping up the last of his noodles as he faced the camera, “And that’s Heartslabyul! My henchmen will be tallying up the losers left standing and then we’ll move on to the next dorm!”

“That’s right, Grim! At least we have one clear winner! Cater, say bye-bye!”

Cater settled beside Yuu, waving and winking at the camera, “Bye-bye chat! All your love helped me through this challenge so remember to like and follow to keep up with the other videos! #Hotey-Ate-Spicy #Spice-Endurance-Challenge #Not-Click-Bait!”

“On to the next dorm!”

Grim floated over Riddle, his face slowly morphing into a grimace of worry, “Is he breathing?”

“...”

Yuu looked over, seeing Trey trying to stop Ace and Deuce from fighting over the bowl of whipped cream, “Hey, Trey…Riddle might need medical attention.”

“Of course he does…”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next video had a series of emojis being A sunset, a lion, a wolf, and oddly enough a donut. The video starts with a simple text of 'Savanaclaw' that was animated to rip away. Yuu now stood in a new location with a number of rowdy students in the background.

“Secondary location~! We’re here in Savanaclaw, waiting in prep for the second round to start.”

“Queenie’s dorm really didn’t last long did they?” The camera cuts to the voice, Leona lazing in a lounge chair as he smugly smiles. The dorm leader a picture of calm and cool while the dorm continued in excited chaos around them.

“You know damn well, Riddle is getting milk injected into his bloodstream right now. Introduce yourself and pay your respects, you ass.”

The beastman simply growls, rolling his eyes, “If people don’t know who I am, then they aren’t worth the air to say my name.’ Jack’s torso manages to walk into view, arms crossed as he was clearly scolding his house-warden, “Senpai, you should introduce yourself, It’s only polite if you’re being interviewed.”

Leona huffs, locking eyes with Yuu before he gestures upward. The camera moves, showing Jack’s shocked face before his ears pin back in nervousness.

“Uh…”

“Go on runt, introduce yourself.” Leona laughs from off-screen, “It’s only polite after all.”

Jack seemed to be fighting himself, before sighing, “I’m Jack Howl…The contest sounded interesting so I wanted to test myself…”

Yuu quickly turned the camera toward themselves, smiling as they stated, “He has a bet with our firstie squad who could survive the challenge the longest.” They turn the camera back just in time to catch Jack’s embarrassed flush, the wolf beastman turning around to hide his face.

“Don’t say that! Like I would do something like this over such a stupid bet!”

Grim snickers, floating up beside Jack, “If it helps, Ace and Deuce couldn’t even finish their bowls.”

“Really?” Jack turns around, ears perked and tail wagging in mild excitement. But seeing Yuu was still filming him, he scoffed and turned back around, stomping away from them.

Yuu giggles, filming Grim floating in the air as he cackles at Jack’s reaction before they catch someone walking in the background.

“Excuse me, good sir, the fuck?”

Ruggie’s ears twitch, turning around with an uneasy-going grin. In his arms, he carried a number of large empty food containers, “Hey there buddy of mine. What ya need? I’m a little busy.”

“The fuck are you doing with a sales lady’s worth of Tupperware?”

Lifting the containers in his arms, Ruggie simply shrugged, “What? There’s probably gonna be leftovers. I’m just being responsible, can’t have perfectly good food going to waste.”

“Rug-ward, I’m begging you to have respect for yourself. Don’t eat other’s scraps.”

“Free food is free food, prefect, don’t know what to tell ya.”

Yuu turns the camera back to their face, an annoyed scowl clear, "That was Rug-ward Bucci the fifth, everyone. Taking self-respect to new lows."

"Ey!"

"Oi, when is this starting? I'm gonna leave if this takes any longer."

The camera moves back to Leona's lounging figure, "Leona." Yuu waited until the beastman was looking toward them, "Shut up."

The view just barely pulled away as Leona’s hand springs up, his middle finger held out proudly. Yuu blew the camera a kiss, winking coyly, “Leona Kingscholar. Sorry to the masses, he’s single.”

Off-screen, Ruggie shouts out in mild annoyance, “No, he’s not!”

“O-oh, fuck!” Yuu barely managed to stop her choking laugh, looking to the side in surprise. As Yuu giggled, Grim popped into view, a big grin on his face.

“Food’s here! Turn the camera off!”

“Grim! Hold on!” Yuu wrestles the camera from Grim’s paws, smiling while keeping Grim at a distance, “Welp, round two is about to start! Let’s wish our Savanaclaw contestants luck! Also, fuck Leona Kingscholar, that is all.” “Fuck off, prefect!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

After the ads, the video started again. Yuu was now shown under a table, the sounds of people yelling heard from under the cloth, “Yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting. The second someone started winning, everyone started fighting and that turned into a food fight. Which, if you’ve ever rubbed your eyes after cutting peppers, is a horrible idea…”

Hearing the sounds of the brawl ending, Yuu crawled out from under the table and showed the area. Broken plates and spilled noodles were everywhere, some Savanaclaw members were seen on the ground curled in on themselves as they squirmed in pain, no doubt in agony from stray spice sauce in their eyes.

Jack was seen, openly sweating with his ears pinned back, tongue out as he panted. His bowl was death-gripped in his hands, empty and somehow not shattered into pieces from Jack’s strength. His distressed expression morphs into a stern glare, shoving his bowl forward to show that it was empty.

Yuu’s gave a thumbs up, “Good job, Jack! Go take a cold shower, you are literally coated in sweat. It’s gross.”

They turn away just as Jack lets out a tired groan, head tipping back in a mock howl of agony. Instead, the camera catches Ruggie walking through the set-up tables. The hyena beastman dumped half-empty bowls into his waiting Tupperware containers. The 2nd year even taking time to slurp up a few stray noodles.

“Ruginald! My god! Stop it!”

He shrugged, glaring over to Yuu and making sure to harshly tip a bowl into a container, “Don’t you scold me! I don’t have to pay for lunch or dinner for like two weeks with all this!”

“Did you even compete!?”

Ruggie simply waved them away, once he knew there was no cash prize, the hyena had no reason to actually compete in the hellish contest. But, having access to free food was always good in his book.

Yuu groans, scanning the crowd before finally spotting the house-warden. Leona was back in his lounge chair, stretched out and eyes closed as contained chaos rang out around him. Yuu stood over him with the camera in his face, waiting for the 3rd year to acknowledge their presence.

Groaning, Leona cracked an eye open, “What…?”

“Your results, your royal highness.”

He clicks his tongue, reaching under his chair and pulling out an empty bowl.

“...Mother fucker, did you cheat!?”

Leona only smirked, closing his eye and putting the completely clean bowl back under his chair, “You stated we needed to show a cleared bowl to get the win. Maybe I liked it so much I licked it clean.”

Yuu reached over, managing to bypass Leona’s batting tail to flick the beastman on the ear, “Dirty fucking cheater. A point for you, I guess. Rather you just cheat instead of actually causing a riot like last time.”

Their scolding didn’t dampen Leona’s smirk. He only lifted his hand to show his middle finger to the camera.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The third post was titled with a coral branch, bubbles, an octopus, and weirdly enough, two eel emojis. The video opened seemingly underwater, fish swimming leisurely in the tinted lighting as cursive letters spell out 'Octavinelle' before fading. Smooth jazz played throughout the area, the camera movements suddenly smoother and showcasing the classy decor of the room.

The camera sweeps over other dorm members, sitting poised and ready in suits before the camera is brought over to a two-seated table. Azul sat across the table from Yuu, smiling and tilting his head in greeting while Yuu started speaking.

“Welcome back! I’m here in the opulent Mostro Lounge, with self-made man, Azul Ashengrotto. The owner of said lounge has been oh so kind as to allow us to host in his establishment during prime operation hours.”

Azul smiled, showing his teeth as he turned to Yuu, placing a hand over theirs, “Yes! But, as the house-warden of the house of benevolence, it was only right for me to allow my dear pearl to use my venue for their little contest.” He closes his eyes, bringing Yuu's hand to kiss their knuckles gently.

Yuu nods at Azul’s speech, though their eyes clearly state Azul was already toeing some kind of line with his teasing, “Well said, Azul. But that’s right folks! Our third location is under the sea in the Octavinelle dorm. Maybe the cool waters will ease the fiery spice challenge.”

“But, if it does prove too much,” Azul leans off to the side for a moment, grabbing a glass from a tray from an off-screen Floyd, “Try our newest drink to cool down. Ocean Lemon-Maid. Only at the Mostro Lounge for this week to celebrate Night Raven College’s first annual Spice Endurance Challenge.”

Yuu keeps smiling but strains to whisper, “Are you really using this to fucking advertise that damn drink…”

Azul smiles back at Yuu, fully turning to offer them the blue ombre drink, “Well, how about a free sample? Only for you though, my dear.”

“What, I can’t try it!?” Grim’s voice calls out from somewhere off-camera.

“No.” Azul didn’t even turn his head, eyes only flickering toward the camera in a brief annoyed glance.

Yuu leans closer to Azul, whispering coyly in his ear, “Let him have some.”

Azul visibly shivers on screen, placing the drink down before turning toward the camera with a mildly flushed face, “Cut the recording.” Without waiting for an affirmative, he turned back to Yuu, “No, I’m not letting him have any. You know Grim can’t hold a glass for more than 10 seconds.”

“Pwease~? Look at him, he’s wasting away!” Yuu rests their head against Azul’s shoulder, their arm reaching behind him to twirl his long strand of hair.

The two of them engage in a near-silent conversation, Yuu clearly sneaking in a few flirtatious comments if Azul’s flustered expression was anything to note.

Floyd groans, stepping into frame to cross his arms at the two of them, “Are you guys really gonna sit here and be gross until we start? You could have done this in Azul’s office and I wouldn’t have had to wear this dumb tie!”

Jade speaks from behind the camera, “Floyd, you’re supposed to wear your tie anyway. Just think of it as a favor Azul will have to owe you later.”

“I didn’t agree to that.”

“Yay! Azul, you’ll owe me a big favor later, okay?”

“I didn’t agree to that!?”

“Ah~! Babe, how benevolent of you.” Yuu cups Azul’s opposite cheek, pulling him closer to press a kiss to the cheek closest to them. Pulling away and smiling at the blueish blush creeping on his face, “What a kind and giving boyfriend I have. Makes me feel so lucky to be with you~.”

Azul only pushed his glasses up, a smile on his face while he tried to get his hearts under control, “Well…It only makes sense! I am truly the most generous person you know, my pearl. As your lover, it is a goal to ensure you have all your heart desires.”

“I know. Grim, you can try the drink.”

“Wha-” “YEAH!” Grim swoops into view, grabbing the glass cup with both of his paws before zipping away and cackling.

A few moments pass by before Azul turns to Yuu with an annoyed glare, “Really?”

“I’ll make sure to pay you back if he breaks the glass.”

Azul rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath, “With what money?”

“I’ll pay you back the way we both like.”

The blue blush returns full force once Azul realizes just what Yuu was offering him.

Jade speaks up again, angling the camera slightly downward, “I’m not sure if Cater-San can use this in his video.”

“...” Azul snaps over to Jade, surprised expression changing into a glare, “Are you still filming!?”

The sound of glass breaking off-screen makes Azul groan before he stands, stomping off toward an apologizing Grim.

Yuu smiles, waving at the camera as Floyd shoves his face into their space. His sharp teeth on display as he smiles with his arms wrapped around Yuu’s shoulders. From the background, they could hear Azul scolding Grim and listing off a number of chores the cat monster would be forced to do just to make up for breaking a single glass. Jade soon angles the camera to allow himself to be in frame with his brother and Yuu.

"Guess that leaves me with these two! Jade and Floyd Leech. And if you think you know their family, no you don't."

“The ghosts shall be here soon.” Jade smiles, his own sharp teeth just barely shown, “Round Three will begin shortly.”

“Thank you for the transition point, Jade. Join us in a few moments to see if Octavinelle will sink or swim!”

“Hehehehe, Shrimpy’s got puns!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“As you can see, things did not go well.” Yuu held the camera up, a hand patting Azul’s back. The Octo-Mer was hunched over, coughing wildly as he struggled, “At the very least no one’s-Op, spoke too soon. Jade’s on the floor…”

The camera moves, showing Jade face down on the ground. Floyd was shown pacing around the background rubbing at his own tongue with a cloth. In a furious motion, the Eel-Mer whining about the burning. The other Octavinelle students were in various states of distress, most of them all with the bright blue drink on their tables. Trey could also be seen in the background, giving out small baggies of what seemed to be whipped cream to those without the drink.

Yuu turns the camera back to their face, just in time for Azul to brace himself against their side, his other hand clutching onto a glass of lemonade.

“Remember! Ocean Lemon-Maid to cool your burning taste buds! Only at Mostro Lounge for a limited time!” With that, he turned away, chugging the iced juice until the glass was empty. Yuu watched him slam the glass on the table, jumping at the loud clank fearing it would break from the impact.

Azul takes a gasping breath and then looks at the glass still in his grasp, “That actually worked…?”

“Motherfu-I told you lemonade helps with spicy food, you asshole!”

“You tell me…a lot of things, my pearl.” Azul looks at the camera with a strained smile, knowing he had basically admitted to possibly false advertisement plus underestimating his beloved date-mate, “I’m simply pleasantly surprised that it was just as delicious and effective as you said it would be!”

Yuu huffs, walking away as Azul tries to call out to them, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky, you’re so cute, you sunshine punk.” Walking over to Trey, Yuu tugged at his sleeve, “Trey, is everybody okay at Heartslabyul?”

“Yeah.” Trey smiles, waving to the camera before focusing on Yuu, “Everyone’s calmed down or are resting, so I decided to make some more whipped cream and bring it to the other dorms to help out.”

Jade popped up, face beet red and slightly sweaty. He rested his cheek against his palm, leaning on his elbow on the floor, “Oh Trey-San, so dependable as always…”

“Hello, Jade.” Trey held out a baggy of whipped cream, smiling at Jade trying to appear in his normal state of suave. He instead jumped when Floyd ripped the baggie from his hands, shoving the plastic and all into his mouth, “F-Floyd! The plastic-!”

Jade simply waved off Trey’s worry, not even flinching as his brother tore apart the baggie and nearly ate the plastic, “It’s fine, he’s eaten worse.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next video was titled with a snake, a genie lamp, and a sun emoji. Opening from a bird’s eye view of the massive dorm as 'Scarabia' faded into frame only to be blown away as if it was made of sand. The camera flew around the area, showcasing the ornate landscaping then quickly landed beside a waiting Yuu and Grim, Kalim’s voice coming from behind the lens.

“Was that good? Using the carpet to get the whole dorm in shot was such a good idea, Jamil!”

Jamil walked past the frame, glancing over as he carried a tray of precut meats and vegetables to a hotpot set up away from the other tables. He set the tray on the table, walking over to slip an arm around Yuu's waist and pressing a kiss on their cheek before answering Kalim. “It was a simple idea. No need for the praise-"

Yuu reaches up, squishing Jamil’s cheeks in a single hand, smiling at the annoyed glance he gives them, "Shut up and take the compliment, you beautiful bastard."

Jamil keeps eye contact, clicking his tongue before pulling his face away. He doesn't stay away for long, tilting his head to rest against Yuu's, "Anyway. Here, Kalim. Since you can't participate, I took the liberty of making you a hotpot selection. The oil should be up to temp by now…"

Grim had floated over, mildly grappling with the house-warden before he had the camera in his paws telling them they needed to introduce themselves. Kalim's smiling face came into view, hands braced on his hips as he nearly shouted out, "I'm Kalim al Asim! And I'm super excited to see what the ghosts made! Jamil cooks for all of us all the time and he has a way better spice tolerance than most people. We're used to eating spicy food in Scarabia!"

The camera quickly turns to Jamil, the dark-eyed student raising an eyebrow before nodding his head, "Jamil Viper, vice warden of Scarabia." Jamil let a small smirk form on his face, pulling Yuu closer to speak to them directly, "This will be a very fun 'challenge', spicy food is basically a daily part of life in the Scalding Sands. Though…it'll be nice to be cooked for by someone else for once…"

Kalim frowned, turning to pout at Jamil, "Hey! I cooked just last week!"

"Kalim, I'm glad you're trying to learn to feed yourself, but a bag of warmed-up trail mix with half-melted cheese is not an actual meal."

The house-warden looks away, mumbling under his breath with a pout, "I'm proud of my girl dinners…"

"Yeah…about that." Yuu smiles sheepishly, hip bumping against Jamil’s teasingly, "I was pretty sure you guys would breeze through this challenge so~...I called in help from a guest chef!"

"...Guest chef…?"

Kalim perks up, waving to someone off-screen in the distance, "Lilia!? What are you doing here!?"

Jamil felt an intense sense of dread seeing the Diasomnia student for some reason, "What?"

Yuu grabs the camera, smiling wide as they bring it closer, "Time to put those scalding sands to the test! Who will win? Scarabia or Fae-powered spicy home cooking! Find out after the ads!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Yuu's face was in frame as the video came back, "Ok, in hindsight, this could count as a war crime and I am very sorry."

All around, the Scarabia students were in deep distress. Many of them simply laying prone on the ground or face down on the tables. The only ones who still seemed able-bodied were the ones in front of untouched bowls of black and purple-tinted masses of "noodles". Lilia could be seen floating over the crowd, a pout on his face as he surveyed the students.

"Hmmm…maybe the milk I used for the sauce had gone bad? I don't know why all of you got so sick…"

The camera angles over to Kalim, the dorm leader looking at his classmates with a confused yet panicked expression, "I should…call someone, right?"

"Yeah…yeah, call the nurse…or a hazmat team, either or. Jamil…Jamil, baby, you ok?"

Jamil stood braced against a wall with an almost clawing grasp, an empty bowl marked with blacked sludge clutched in his other hand. The second year panted in a clearly distressed pattern, body slicked with sweat and shaking.

"...Babe, you did not have to actually finish the bowl. You would have gotten the win just from tasting it…"

The glare Jamil throws over his shoulder would have been vicious if it didn't look like an angry toddler on the verge of tears. Only to have his face pale and snap back toward the wall, a loud retching sound being heard before Yuu moved the camera away and set it on a table.

"OH! Okay, good God. Alright. Hold on, babe, I'm coming. Grim, go get Trey from Octavinelle!"

Yuu rushes over, the vomiting sounds only getting worse, Grim being seen floating in the opposite direction with a grossed out face before the video ends.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next video had the emoji title of a crown, a bullseye, an apple, and a sparkle. The opening was the highest quality yet, showcasing the grand design of the dorm and even wilderness shots. Smooth transitions only showing this was a prepared film roll meant to only present the best the dorm had to offer. The opening ends with elegant lettering titled 'Pomefiore' before the image fades into Vil and Yuu sitting on a loveseat in the Pomefiore lounge.

"Welcome back, cuties. I'm here with Vil Shoenheit in the Pomefiore lounge for the next part of the Spice Endurance Challenge-"

"Why is this still going?"

"Hm?" Yuu blinks, tilting their head in false confusion while Vil looks at them with crossed arms, "...It's still going because we aren't done, Vil."

"You subjected all of Scarabia to what could only be classified as Chemical Warfare. That's plenty of reason to end this nonsensical little "event" you managed to strong-arm Crowley into approving."

"You know Vil, just because you can't eat seasoning past waving a salt shaker at your food, doesn't mean other people don't like it."

"Jamil has food poisoning, Yuu."

"He's fine."

"80% of Scarbia is in the infirmary."

"They're. Fiiiiiine…"

Vil sighed, rolling his eyes and flicking open a pocket mirror. As he checked over his lipstick, he muttered, "Just finish your mediocre intro. Neither you nor Cater have the funds to book me on film for long."

"Primadonna Bitch- anyway, Cuties! Vil here is actually very knowledgeable about food science and is kind enough to give us a crash course in the health benefits and downfalls of a spice-heavy diet.

" It's my pleasure, Yuu." Vil snaps the mirror closed, placing it in his sleeve with a fluid motion before looking toward the camera, "The compound found inside spicy foods known as "Capcaisin" has been shown in moderate amounts to increase metabolism, improve digestive health, and even extend lifespans in some cases. But the true downfall comes from excessive consumption of it. Leading to a number of issues involving extreme irritation of tissue both internal and external. It's also been shown to increase bad cholesterol in cases."

Vil turns to Yuu, smiling sweetly as he tilts his head in a clearly practiced movement, "Which is why I feel this challenge is not only foolish but dangerous for my dorm."

Yuu smiles back, copying Vil's head tilt in a mocking over-performed mirroring, " Don't worry Vil. One day you'll be able to handle spicy food like Salsa or Wheat Bread."

The dorm head looked one second away from poisoning his co-host, only to be interrupted by the voice behind the camera.

"Ah~! I'm so excited to see the level of spiciness we will be graced with today! It's always a pleasant treat to enjoy a food that has the power to physically impact the body."

"Oh, you like spicy food Rook?" Yuu had stood from the couch, leaving behind a calmed Vil, and grabbed the camera. Turning it around to show the bob-haired student, "May I introduce the hunter of beauty and love, Rook Hunt."

Rook smiled, closing his eyes as he gave a polite half bow, "Bonjour beautés! And to answer mon vieille amor, I indulge in spicy food if it is the culture of the area my family visits on our yearly vacation. The smell, the taste, the visuals! Spicy food is another form of beauty that I adore exploring. This challenge will be a test of mon skills!"

"Well, I'm glad someone," the camera swings back quickly, just barely showing Vil in focus before moving back to Rook's smiling face, "is excited for my fun, wholesome challenge!"

Vil speaks up from behind the camera, "Scarabia. Infirmary. Chemical Warfare."

The sound of the door clicking open pulls their attention to it. The camera focuses on a startled Epel, the first year not expecting to walk into being filmed. He tried to hide it, sheepishly brushing his hair with his fingers as he cleared his throat.

"The dining room is ready. Everyone who was approved to compete is waiting to start." He smiled gently at the camera, his practiced persona coming across as calm and pleasant.

Rook exclaims off-camera, moving toward the door and starting to wax poetic about the challenge. Holding the door open for Vil to walk through, the house-warden going to look over the event and make sure his dormmates weren't slacking in their table manners.

Once the two third years were out of the room, Yuu turned the camera toward Epel, “The myth, the legend. Epel Felmier, anything to say to the masses about your upcoming challenge?”

Epel walks beside them, looking in front of them. After checking that Vil and Rook weren’t looking at them, he turned to the camera. His serene expression changed to a wicked almost cocky smirk, the hint of a southern twang coming into his voice, “Those other losers are goin' fuckin' down-”

“Epel!”

The lavender-haired first-year snaps back into a “proper” look, “I didn’t do noth-ahem- I haven’t done anything!” He rushes forward, running to catch up with his upperclassmen.

Yuu moves the camera to their face, sticking out their tongue and winking before the video cuts.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The video comes back from the ad roll. Yuu is seen standing beside Vil as he gives out small glasses of chocolate milk. They lean closer to Vil, smiling as the third year looks at them from the corner of his eye, "Wow, that was boring as shit."

Vil stealthily elbows Yuu in the sternum, just enough to jostle her off of his person but not enough to hurt, "If by boring, you must mean civilized. Or maybe mannered. I'll even accept refined."

"That's what I said. Boring." Yuu walks the floor, showing the many unfinished bowls, "Most took one slurp of noodles and instantly forfeited. But, Vil made them sit and suffer through the spice until the buzzer rang since they made the choice to do the challenge. Some actually managed to finish though."

Yuu moves the camera toward Rook. The Florian smiling with a red face but mostly unfazed, taking small sips of his chilled milk.

"Was it good, Rook?"

"It was wondrous! The taste reminded me of a family-owned business ma famille visited at the edge of the Scalding Sands in my youth. I will admit, I believe this was spicier! All in all, beauté! 100 points from me!"

"I'm so glad!" The camera moves over to Epel, the first year hunched over with his hands gripping onto his knees as he panted, "How about you, Epel? Did you have fun?"

The shorter first year doesn't turn around, only lifting one of his arms to flip the bird.

"EPEL!"

Epel finally looks up, glaring over his shoulder at Vil. His face was bright red, sweat clearly dripping down his face. His shirt was unbuttoned, his tie undone and hanging limply around his neck. Shaking his head, he looked over to Grim, the cat monster lazily slurped up noodles from the unfinished bowls, "Time!?"

Grim huffed, eyes looking to the wall clock to his left. Chewing before he swallowed, "You're at 3 minutes."

"GAWD DAUMN’IT!"

"EPEL!"

Yuu chuckles, "Just take the milk, Epel." They shake their head as Epel waves Vil away, nonverbally telling the house-warden to leave him alone, “Epel, you’re suffering. Just drink the damn milk.”

“No!” The first-year groans at Vil’s glare, shaking his head as though it would shake the spice out of his mouth, “ ‘m nawt givin’ up til ah outlast those two bootlickers at least!”

“You’re drooling on the nice rug, Epel. Tap out before Vil makes us cut the cameras to beat your ass.”

“FUCK OFF BEFORE AH CREAM YAWR CORN!”

“Before you what my what!?” Yuu laughs, almost dropping the camera from their shaking. Their laughter only grew stronger seeing Vil’s figure walking into frame and covering the camera before the feed cuts.

~*~*~*~*~*~

This opening was the shortest so far. A black screen with bright blue lights lining out blocky text to spell 'Ignihyde' before the text enlarges. The text engulfs the screen, transitioning to show Yuu lounging on a futuristic couch with a giddy Ortho sitting on the armrest.

" Welcome back, Cuties! I'm here in the cutting-edge Ignihyde lounge with the darling of the underworld, Ortho Shroud."

Ortho waved happily, eyes closed to show the illusion of a smile, "Hello everyone! I'm happy I was asked to help host this segment. Ignihyde will do their best to win this challenge! We've had nights where we trained by eating spicy chips and candy. I believe the overall spice tolerance of the dorm increased by 18.7%!"

Yuu leans closer to Ortho, giving a stage whisper, "Is that high?"

Ortho leans just as close, eyes wide as he nodded softly, "Yes. Those are very good numbers."

"Well, you heard the numbers folks! Ignihyde could take the crown!"

"CROWN!?"

The camera wipes over to the shout. Huddled out of sight were most of the challengers. But seeing the camera focused on them, they began to scatter and shove at each other. Idia was the unlucky one left behind, even though he was the one who shouted.

He shied away from the lens, lips pressed together in a frown as he scrambled to pull his hood over his head, "Y-you…you said that the prize was a class credit…what am I supposed to do with some dumb IRL crown…?"

Ortho fell into view, thankfully shielding his brother from view and helping to calm his nerves, "Nii-San! Think about it though. If we had a physical crown, we could display it! It'll be a conversation starter for new students and a point of pride!"

Idia simply sulked harder, almost appearing to fold under an invisible weight as his back hunched farther, "I was gonna use that free credit to get out of gym for the semester…what am I gonna do now…?"

"Nii-San…"

Yuu smiled from their seat, standing up to grab the camera from Grim and walk closer to Idia, ignoring him trying to close his hoodie opening around his face, " C'mon, Idia! You may not have a free class credit, but you get a free crown~. Think of the cosplay potential!"

"..." Idia slowly perked up, mumbling under his breath, "There is…the King of the Soul Darks cosplay I've been wanting to try…having a crown already made would save time if I don't have to change it up too much…" With a frown and panic still clear on his face, Idia turns back to Yuu and nods, "Fine…"

"Great! You were going to do it anyway since you agreed to in the first place. A verbal contract is still a contract, Idia, and I'm not above dragging you through a whole legal process over it.."

"Geez! Why are you always so aggro to me!?" He scowls, turning to sulk as the tips of his hair flicker into a red hue, "I swear I thought you and Azul-Shi dating would nerf you both, it just buffed your worst stats instead. Not to mention all the debuff attacks you gained from getting Jamil-Shi and Malleus-Shi…"

Yuu laughs from behind the camera, shooing Idia away, "Yeah, yeah. Go cry about it at the table. The ghosts will be here soon."

Ortho floated behind Idia, brows downturn as he whined slightly, "Nii-San! You promised you'd do the event since you said it was too dangerous for me to do!" His expression perked up, tilting his head in a show of excitement, " But, if you really don't want to do it, I'll compete in your place!"

"No, Ortho." Idia shakes his head, taking his seat at the head of the table, "I normally don't mind making the proper upgrades for you to taste and eat food. But the level of spice that was advertised got me worried about the internal damage your wiring could take. I'm all for you having fun, but not at your own risk…"

"Ah…that's true…but if you really don't want to…"

Idia smiles, small and soft as he ruffles the flames on Ortho's head, "I'm fine. I'm upset the loot isn't gonna be as good as I thought. But loot is loot ya know? Plus, you did help me grind for this. It'd be a waste to let all your hard work go untested."

"Omg, y'all cute as fuck."

Ortho giggles, eyes closing in joy as Idia turns to the camera with a glare, "Do you mine? This is a family-only cut scene here…"

The sound of Grim yelling broke their moment, the cat monster yelling about seeing the familiar line of ghosts entering the pocket dimension.

Yuu angles the camera back to their face, smiling and throwing up a peace sign, "It's that time again, Cuties! Who will win? The Spice of Life or the Spawn of Hades? Find out after this commercial break!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The camera cuts back to screaming.The whole of Ignihyde surrounded Idia as he struggled to slurp up the noodles in his bowl, face red and the color slowly spreading into his hair. The other dorm members all shouted encouragement, chanting out Idia’s name and let out a wild cheer when he swallowed the last of the noodles.

Yuu points to the bowl from out of frame, managing to yell over the cheering Ignihyde members, "You gotta drink the broth! The broth!"

Idia gives out a frustrated yell, but grabs onto the bowl and brings it to his face. The chant changed from his name to a simple 'Chug'. Yuu swings the camera around, showing the other dorm members in their various states of post-spice consumption. But closest in the crowd were Cater and Ortho, each cheering on either of Idia’s sides.

Before long, the sound of a bowl hitting the table made the crowd go wild. Ignihyde yelled and jumped around. A simple victory but one that the dorm would be sure to hold over anyone who brought up the challenge. At that point, they were the only dorm that managed to have everyone finish their bowls.

Yuu cheers, moving the camera to show her and Grim joining the hug that Ortho and Cater engulfed Idia in, " He did it! He finished the bowl of broth and all! The spawn of Hades beat the Spice of Life!!!"

The video ends on Idia’s teary smile, the house-warden smiling through the burning to give a peace sign.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Diasomnia was intimidating, even through the medium of film. Yuu only showed the large imposing castle against the dark sky, the silence of their boots crunching on dried dirt.

Opening the massive doors, Yuu is greeted by a few Diasomnia students, most of them jumping up and rushing to the dining room upon seeing them. Walking to the seemingly mile-long dining hall, Yuu quickly ran to the end of the table, "Malleus! I'm here!"

The Draconia heir looks up from the table, smiling brightly and opening his arms to accept their hug. Chuckling as Yuu makes themselves at home in his lap, "Child of man. I'm glad you've come. I was beginning to worry you had forgotten about me…"

Yuu coos, camera angled away but you could hear the over dramatic sounds of them pressing kisses to Malleus's face, "I could never forget you. You're too tall for that."

Pulling away, Yuu laughs, showing Malleus's pouting face before showing the camera a snoozing Silver, "Silver!"

Aurora eyes snap open, looking around in brief panic before he calms. Making eye contact, he eased back into his normal neutral expression, "Oh, Yuu. It's starting soon then?"

"Yep! You guys are the last dorm of the night so let's try to get this wrapped up nice and neat. Roll call boys!"

Silver nods, sitting up straighter in his chair, "I'm Silver…VanRouge. I'm not sure if I enjoy spicy food…but Lilia said this would be a good experience and excuse to find out."

The camera moves, Sebek nearly sending his chair to the floor from how fast he stood up, "Im Sebek Zigvolt! The only reason I'm doing this pitiful human challenge is to show the might of not only Diasomnia, but of Waka-Sama himself!"

Yuu moved closer, speaking in a stage whisper to Sebek's serious expression, "Hey Sebek, can you yell louder? I think the dead are still asleep."

Sebek's frown only grew deeper, clearly biting his tongue to not insult his employer's lover.

The camera moved to show Malleus, the horned fae still pouting and remaining silent.

"..." Yuu tilts their head, "Peligroso?"

"...Do you really only remember me because I'm tall?"

"Oh my God. Sebek hold this." The camera was shoved into Sebek's hands. The first-year fumbling and turned it off briefly. When the camera cuts back in, Yuu is on Malleus's lap. Yuu was asking Sebek to double-check check the camera was on again as Malleus happily hummed into Yuu's neck.

Yuu had to prompt him to look up and acknowledge the camera to introduce himself, "I am Malleus Draconia, heir of Briar Valley. I'm curious to see if the human concept of 'spicy' will even register to my pallet."

"Because you can breathe fire, you think you can't taste if food is spicy?" Yuu tilts their head in question, comfortably lounging in Malleus's hold, giggling when the fae responds by breathing a smoke ring at them.

The camera was forcibly moved, ruby eyes glittering in excitement, "Hello~! You saw me earlier today as a guest chef! I'm Lilia VanRouge. I'm so excited for this challenge!" He pouts, releasing his hold on the camera to float over Malleus and Yuu, "Though I am mildly upset. They wouldn't let me cook for our dorm like I did for Scarabia…"

"Well Lilia, you are competing. It'd be a conflict of interest." Not to mention his food would simply take out the whole dorm that he did Scarabia…

Silver shuddered briefly, thankful he didn't have to eat his father's idea of 'spicy food'. Once the phantom stomach pains had ended, he questioned Yuu, "Did you not come with Grim?"

"He stopped at the kitchen to see if he could get a bowl before the challenge started. He's done pretty well waiting at each challenge all day so this was to be expected…"

No more than 10 minutes had passed before Grim rushed into the room, crashing into Yuu's arms. He looked up with a panicked expression, "We gotta cancel."

"What?"

Jamil suddenly appeared, covering Grim's mouth and pulling him off Yuu's lap, "Don't mind him. He's just mad I didn't let him have any of the food."

Lilia perks up, smiling at the Scarabia student, "Oh Jamil! So good to see you up again. Feeling better I see?"

"Oh, I'm going to."

Yuu climbs off Malleus's lap, smiling nervously at Jamil’s calm expression, "Hey Jamil…babe

…were you…in the kitchen?"

"Yes. I decided to pay Lilia back for giving our dorm such a challenge. So I convinced the ghosts to let me be a guest chef."

"..." Yuu smiles to the camera, making eye contact with Sebek who seemed just as on edge as they were, "Riiiiight…Well! I guess I'm right to assume the ghosts- oh! There they are! Sebek, give Grim the camera and go sit."

Sebek mumbled briefly, stating that Yuu wasn't 'the boss of him' before handing the camera to a nervous Grim. Yuu realized why Grim was nervous. The food was hot, of course, but the smell was much different than the standard spicy noodles every other dorm had gotten. The scent was almost painful. Clear, bright orange flecks are seen in the steamy broth. A few students were already tearing up from the vapors alone, turning away to try to clear their eyes.

"..." Yuu whispers, standing beside a smiling Jamil, "Babe, what the fuck did you do?"

Jamil shrugged, looking at the camera with a serene smile, "Oh I just added some dried peppers that I had in the Scarabia kitchen that Kalim had imported. A few sauces from my personal stash. A few tablespoons of pure capcaisin."

"Jamil…" Yuu was struggling to not laugh, realizing the actual danger Jamil had just brought into the dorm, "Jamil, there's innocent people here."

He reaches over, his hand gripping onto Yuu's chin to keep them in place as he turns his head. Almost hissing out with a growl from his throat, "I don't care."

"Jamil." Their laughter was high, amused but on the edge of hysteria.

Silver looked into the bowl before him. Raising his hand as he followed his gut, "I'd like to forfeit."

The Scarbia student nodded, mildly disappointed one of his victims had the brain cells to drop out, "That'd be for the best."

Yuu looked to the camera, smiling through the worry, "If you're watching, pray for them!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You could have killed someone."

Jamil’s satisfied smile slid into an annoyed frown, raising an eyebrow in question, "What do you call what happened in Scarabia?"

"A miscalculation. This was just attempted manslaughter, again."

Grim floated over the 'remains' of Diasomnia. Silver doing his best to help Trey pass out baggies of whipped cream or casting cooling charms on the groaning students. Malleus sat at the head of the table, hands clasped tightly and face tense, but still pale. Sebek lay prone on the floor, eyes closed as if he was sleeping. The only hint that he had taken part in the challenge was that his face was beet red, almost glowing.

Lilia stood braced against a wall, taking deep and slow breaths. His jacket and vest were off, anything to keep his body cool. He looked over his shoulder, face carrying a decent blush from the heat, "What did you use?"

"Trade secret."

"Hmmp. I suppose. We really must cook together Jamil! I haven't had food with such a kick since I first had Scalding Sands cuisine! Though…next time maybe use a bit less of your 'trade secret'? It was so spicy I couldn't taste anything…"

Jamil smiles, shrugging and moving to leave the room, "Aw. Too bad. But, I guess we'll see if I have the time in my schedule." He stops at Yuu, pressing a kiss to their cheek and waving goodbye, "Later."

Shaking their head, they watch their boyfriend leave, "He really showed up, committed a crime, and said 'Later'." Their gaze turns to Malleus, the fae staring down at the table as though it would unlock untold secrets, "Malleus? You okay?"

The fae looks up, frowning before he tried to speak. Instead of words, all that came out of his open mouth was a ball of green fire. The flames thankfully stopped the moment he closed his mouth, though it left the table heavily scorched.

"O-oh! Oh, baby boy…was it spicy?" Yuu laughs at the pout Malleus sends their way. They walk over to nuzzle and press kisses to Malleus's cheeks, Grim turning away from them to film Sebek's still form.

Moments pass before Grim calls out, "Hey, is he breathing?"

…

Silver walks over, a finger placed under Sebek's nose to check his breathing.

…

"..." Silver breathes a sigh of relief, "He's breathing."

Yuu speaks up, "Okay, he needs a whole ass hospital…"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The final video opened with Yuu sitting in the Ramshackle lounge, the fireplace alight and casting the room in a warm glow as they stroked a sleeping Grim.

"Well, Cuties. We had a fun day. We saw some sights, heard some sounds, committed a few crimes. A successful prank if I do say so myself."

Yuu pauses smiling at the camera before they nod, "Yes. A prank. This was all a little joke that I now realize, I probably shouldn't have done. I forget sometimes that Night Raven boys are competitive, and vicious, and a little stupid." Their laughter momentarily disturbed Grim. The cat monster huffs on their lap until they quiet down.

Once they were sure Grim was peacefully sleeping, Yuu looked back to the camera, "But in all seriousness, I'm not taking responsibility for the various food crimes committed on film today. Like…Lilia was a mistake that I should have seen coming. I did not know Jamil was going to come in with the fucking chair at the last round…I hope the nurse isn't mad at me. She's a nice lady…"

They shrug, "Well, Cuties. That's all for today from me! This is Yuu signing off and let's hope you don't see me hosting a challenge again, because at this point I fear I will actually get someone killed with my cruel and unusual torture methods. Or as I like to call them, Funny Little Ha-Ha's."

Yuu smiles, waving as the video fades to black.

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