#punch off spinoff

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Travis' group submitted to the war crime life so much faster than Rick's 💀

[tojisun]

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au)

part of the ‘if fwb’ spinoff // simon riley x f!reader

johnny’s been… doubting, you see, about the validity of simon’s dating life.

like, for example, if he really was dating anyone.

simon looks content in a way that he never was before—intense eyes turned down towards his phone, unapproachable aura less angry but more settled, like he’s warding off people not because of his dislike but more so because he’s not available anymore.

not like he ever made himself available before, but it’s fundamentally different this time around; self-imposed walls brought down to make room for unbridled fulfillment.

he looks like he’s won the damn cup.

and that’s what makes johnny twitch—someone out there was just as, if not more, valued as the championship cup to simon, but he’s never introduced anyone to them.

not a picture nor an update nor even a PSA that they need to commission another WAG jacket for his partner because simon is tight-lipped about whoever it was he’s seeing. it’s not like he’s even dancing around the fact, it’s just that whoever it was he’s dating was never free.

not for a game nor a night-out nor a party. in simon’s house.

this level of secrecy was just unheard of. even the other men in the league who have a tight leash on their private lives still have living proof of their partners unlike simon who leaves it at, “she’s busy,” like that covers anything.

which is why johnny would like to go on record and say: he is totally valid for choosing to crash at simon’s place without letting him know.

he remembers getting wasted with the others, then refusing to be driven home, only to take a cab to simon’s place. he must have been coherent enough to remember the code for simon’s house, and was shockingly coordinated enough to even punch it in, but his memories begin to splinter there.

next thing johnny knows, he’s waking up, feeling like he’s been hit by a freight train. his tongue is heavy inside his mouth, the pungent taste of last night’s alcohol rising from the back of his throat like bile. he groans, blinking blurry eyes as he tries to remember where he’s at or what he’s done, only for nausea to wash over him so intensely he flops back down onto the bed—

he pats at the cushioning.

—onto the sofa then.

by the devil, what did he do last night? got him drinking like he’s got a new liver to replace this one he fucked with.

christ. he needs water, or a whole bottle of mouthwash, honestly.

“mactavish?”

johnny jumps, twisting his head to the side at the call of his name. it’s simon, of course it is, but he looks dishevelled, unkempt in a way that looks criminal because—johnny roves his eyes over his friend—who the hell looks that good when they’ve just woken up?

simon looks like he can be the next cover of inside fitness; give tyler fucking seguin a run for his own money.

“wha’,” is all johnny gets to say because he starts sputtering, dizziness hitting him intensely again. he gags, and only has enough mind to cover his mouth with his fist.

“jesus– down the hall. go,” simon barks and johnny warbles his thanks before locking himself in the guest bathroom.

.

johnny comes back out to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and melted butter wafting through. simon did say he had a problem with his kitchen vents which made cooking a problem, but johnny sure isn’t complaining right now. although, he supposes that it is a whole different problem when it’s steak or some ribs that simon’s firing up.

oh well, johnny thinks, scratching his side as he ambles to the island, pointedly quiet because simon might kick him out before breakfast is even done.

simon eyes him with a muted approval and johnny grins because, hey, he just secured free breakfast.

he’s about to break the silence, to apologize once more he guesses, when the sounds of padded feet descending from the stairs leading up to simon’s lavishly decorated—sarcasm intended—second floor pierces through the silence.

johnny’s back straightens, his exhausted mind clicking awake.

he turns to his friend but simon’s already angled towards the kitchen door, facing away from johnny. he looks relaxed, previous half-bareness now covered up with a thin white shirt, and johnny doesn’t know why he missed it but simon looks like a perfect picture of a boyfriend fixing up breakfast post-coitus.

“jesus–” johnny begins to say, the pieces linking because yeah, simon’s never denied that he’s been doing some dating around and it’s just johnny’s drunken whim to assume that the most talented ice hockey player of this decade was lying about his relationship status and—good lord, that’s a fucking person diving in simon’s arms, alright.

johnny watches, with his mouth agape, as simon and the mystery woman talk to each other in hushed whispers, his friend having to bend forward to make up for the height difference.

johnny watches, like the third-wheel he is, as simon laughs, actual quiet chuckles and not that children-crying-in-terror-inducing cackle, before nuzzling his nose over your own, and breathing you in.

johnny watches the quiet kiss, just lips pecking each other, and it’s all so soft and tender and johnny feels really, really bad that he didn’t get to give simon and his girl the privacy you two surely deserve and—

your eyes open, flitting to him because johnny is sure that he’s standing out amidst what must be a normally empty kitchen. he doesn’t even get to count three seconds before you’re screaming, lurching out of simon’s hold and hiding behind his bulk in your terror.

simon, screw him, seems to not have cared that johnny was privy to such an intimate moment and just turns enough to catch your attention again before murmuring reassurances. he says things like, “mactavish? the punk ass who got his hair shaved for the new season only to realize no one’s actually gon’ see it because of the helmet? remember?”

“what,” johnny chokes out, embarrassed that that’s what simon told you about and not, like, his player number or something.

“oh,” you gasp out anyway, clearly having heard of the shaved-sides and using it as a marker for johnny. “oh!”

you dance away from behind simon to make your way to johnny, your previous embarrassment gone from your gait. he’s so sure, though, that he’s seen you from somewhere, but the thought’s dashed out of his mind when you chirp, “you’re my best friend’s favourite player!”

“yeah?” johnny replies, gaining his confidence back.

“yeah! she won’t stop showing me the highlights of your guys’ game against that big german fella an’ his team!”

johnny laughs, his own giddiness ramping up. he remembers that game, alright. he remembers the miracle play during the final period when price was able to score an empty-netter. he remembers how, in his adrenaline-induced ecstasy, johnny turned to the player to his side, konig, and laughed in his face.

johnny made headlines then, and he’s saved every single one. his fiancee even printed a copy of her favourite shot and stuck it in her wallet.

(“for good luck,” she said with a wink, like johnny doesn’t have his prick twitching in her fist.)

“well, y’got anything for me to sign for her?”

“uhh…”

“guess you can use that one group photo our marketing team gave to us,” simon finally pipes up, and johnny turns, surprise lining his face at seeing the rich spread of breakfast.

he didn’t even notice simon setting up the table, too engrossed in the high that came from reliving the memory of laughing at konig’s face which resulted to him being pushed into the glass protector by a protective horangi.

not even that had dampened johnny’s elation then and now.

“oh yeah. thanks!” you say to simon before you run out.

you’re barely out of their eyesights when johnny turns to simon with a grin.

“what.”

“oh, you fucken’ sap!” johnny sings because he’s still too hungover to come up to simon and playfully punch him. “and why were ye hidin’ lassie?”

simon grumbles something as he turns, pretending to busy himself with the now-empty coffee pot.

“wha’s’at?”

“i said,” simon begins, heaving out a sigh. “that we jus’ became official last week.”

“oh, shit,” johnny whispers sagely. he blinks. “so, uh, who’s the one you’ve been callin’ yer girl?”

“oh fuck off johnny,” simon hisses, sputtering, before throwing the tea towel at him.

“what now!?” johnny yelps, ducking away from the soaring towel. “what’d i do now–” he gasps, realization dawning on him. “you didn’t.”

simon looked like he was going to say something but by then you were running back with the photo and a marker pen, telling him your friend’s name—alessandra, “or sandy!”—for johnny to sign.

while johnny’s busy practicing his signature on a scrap of newspaper that simon gave to him, he pretends not to hear the giggly whispers between his friend and his friend’s new but longtime-pining-for girlfriend.

“and me? why aren’t you asking f’r my signature?”

“oh ‘cuz y’r mine.”

johnny dutifully ignores the lips smacking sounds as he finally signs the picture, making sure to add devil horns on simon’s head.

serves him right.

i just. love fluff and hockey au sm 😞

[roseyrays]

# ENHYPEN SMAU RECS 💖

# RIKI

# more time with you! — by @yenqa, it’s very CUTE and the ANGST is scrumptious :))

# love dive — by @tzyuki, RIKIY/N ARE SO CUTE

# love is (not) easy! — by @kynrki, riki smau, THE ANGST RHAHAHA MADE ME CRY BUT I LOVE IT

# shoot! — by @amakumos, again ADORABLE and THE FLUFF (rikiy/n is what i want in an relationship), can’t believe you can find the love of your life in genshin

# cupid’s corner — by @amakumos, ANOTHER GREAT SMAU, ITS JUST SO CUTE & RIKIY/N MAKES ME WANNA JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

# trial and error — by @kyyuri, AGHHHH, again rikiy/n>>the world

# beat the allegations — by @woonierkiz (aka my mutual), it only has two chapters for now BUT AHHHHHHHHH

# don’t date my brother — by @mosinterlude , LOVED HOW YOU ADDED KONON AND THE ANGST 🤌🤌, also love the fact that it has some idol’s sisters (and brother) <33

# soulmate tracker — by @son4taa, i remember reading this a while back but forgot about it im sorry 😭😭, ITS VERY GOOD THOUGH

# 💌 c u p i d 💘 — by @roseyrays (aka me!), yes this is self promoting 🤌🤌

# ( 尤も ) natural — by @ifearjwn, NOT THE PADDLE BOARD, y/n simps 🫵😁, love u riki, can’t wait for more chapters!

# oh, ni-ki you’re so fine! — by @aernx ,made by mutual! ,sooha jumpscare 😟, NI-KI SO CUTE

# JUNGWON

# stuck by glue — by @yyunari, WINX CLUB AU!, me when y/nwon 💖💖

# mint chocolate shirt — by @wonieleles, i love me some one-sided rivalry, won just stop being mean and kiss her already 🙄

# idol crush! — by @enhas-bestie, I WANT TO PUNCH THE ANTIS SO BAD

# whats after like?! — by @haew0nz, i forgot about what happened 😭, will reread but ik it’s good!!

# cat hotline ♡ — by @faelyncore, CATS AND LOVE=FAV

# wr⩇ng r⩇⩇m! — by @soov, SO CUTE SHSJSJSJSJ

# our beloved leaders — by @tzyuki, yes i just binged the whole smau today, f that zira anti fr, Y/NWON 😔😔🩷🩷

# JUNGWON & RIKI

# pick me! — by @urszn, YUUURRRRR

# SUNOO

(i only read one 😭 please recommend me some)

# ykwim? — by @astrae4, still only has a few chapters but i love it already 💖💖

# SUNGHOON

(i only read one 😭 please recommend me some)

# vlive confession — by @starjaeyun, ITS JUST SO AHH, waiting for more chapters 💖💖

# JAKE

# paper rings — by @117luv, the kids are adorable ❤️❤️, when he changed his user 💀

# dad diaries — by @117luv, spinoff of paper rings, cute ☹️❤️❤️

# hey prez!! ✰ — by @yeeunjia, on hiatus but really good ❤️

# rink of love — by @pagesofmiracles, so cute 😭😭🩷🩷

# JAY

unfortunately didn’t read a jay one yet 🫠 will read after i’m done with this

# HEESEUNG

# dear, heeseung — by @jungwnies, will reread ❤️, it’s cute too

# twitter sucks! — by @filmbyjy, the comedy here LMAO, riki in this is literally me

# curious cat — by @heerocks, AHHHH 💖

# JUST ADDED

# don’t date my brother — by @mosinterlude, LOVED HOW YOU ADDED KONON AND THE ANGST 🤌🤌, also love the fact that it has some idol’s sisters (and brother) <33

# soulmate tracker — by @son4taa, i remember reading this a while back but forgot about it im sorry 😭😭, ITS VERY GOOD THOUGH

# rink of love — by @pagesofmiracles, so cute 😭😭🩷🩷

# our beloved leaders — by @tzyuki, yes i just binged the whole smau today, f that zira anti fr, Y/NWON 😔😔🩷🩷

# 💌 c u p i d 💘 — by @roseyrays (aka me!), yes this is self promoting 🤌🤌

# ( 尤も ) natural — by @ifearjwn, NOT THE PADDLE BOARD, y/n simps 🫵😁, love u riki, can’t wait for more chapters!

# oh, ni-ki you’re so fine! — by @aernx ,made by mutual! ,sooha jumpscare 😟, NI-KI SO CUTE

[2-dsimp]

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Yandere Spinoffs

The hero

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Guilty as charged 👀 that is just one of his little fantasies he has of his precious heroling. But he’s rather disobedient so he’d just nut without any care in the world once he’s gotten his fix.

Cw: 🔞MDNI🔞 m! masterbation, slight degradation, Adonis being a cheeky bastard yet again, humiliation, masochistic behavior, footjob m! receiving, dry humping, very suggestive

A/n: final pt3 of Adonis post dump

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As you know the Hero is an absolute fiend for any type of scornful reaction you give him. Which is why he enjoys pressing every little button to push you into taking out all your frustrations on him. You’d think he’d be doing you a service for volunteering to be your stress punching bag. But in all honesty his masochistic side is preening underneath all the negative attention he’s garnered so effortlessly from his darling heroling.

His rough hands furiously pumped his veiny shaft with frightening tenacity. While his tongue was lolled out, his golden lashes fluttered shut. At the idea of you treating him like a disobedient hound. Adonis could visualize it so clearly, being tied up and restrained like a patient in a psycho ward. With you towering above him, your expression twisted into a mixture of revolting disgust and frustration. Which made him hitch a breath and his cock twitch at how stimulating your harsh gaze was upon him.

The sunset knight dared to imagine you using your feet to grind down on his prominent bulge. Almost as if you’re trying to snuff out the sight of his offending cock bobbing its fat tip at you. But that feel short since he was reveling in pathetically humping his hips upwards underneath your heeled boot. A saccharine unapologetic grin was spread across his thin lips, Golden eyes glazed over with unhinged lust and unhealthy obsession.

As he dared to look upon you revering your antagonistic glare with faith akin to that of a nun while he rutted his precum stained crotch against your shiny boot getting it messy on purpose just for you to continue hurling demeaning insults for his degenerate behavior.

Adonis was nothing more then a starved beggar Hanging off every word that should’ve pierced icy daggers into his heart. But instead made his balls ache with how he was barely holding back in nutting within his straight jacket attire. He was panting breathlessly while he hunched his front against your legs, his cheek smushed against your thigh. His mouth hung open like a mindless zombie as he was teetering off the edge. He was waiting for it, that one last push, those sweet words that’ll set him free… You’ve got him begging for it.

“I hate you Adonis”

Snapping back to reality the perverted hero heaved out a choked gasp as his body racked with tremors. His cock spurting out pearly streaks of cum painting his chest and some managing to splat on his chin from the frightening velocity of his pulsating dick.

If he couldn’t be what you loved, then he’ll gladly be the one you’d hate with all of your heart. After all hate and love are two sides of the same coin.

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi! i saw your last post with baji keisuke from the spinoff and i got an idea. could you please write a one shot with baji x fem reader where she is his girlfriend, this is the very beginning of the spinoff when baji rejected chifuyu and ryusei gave him the idea that he needs to get closer to baji's girlfriend so that keisuke would be nicer to him (he sticks to her at school, offers to walk her home when baji is late at school and when he is at keisuke's house he also surprises her with attention), but baji starts to get very jealous and angry. sorry if this is too long a request, thank you very much!

Hello. This isn't too long. It's really cute. I love the spin-off so much, so writing anything for it is super fun. I also love the First Division Trio so much. Thank you for the request and hope you enjoy!

Keisuke Baji x Fem Reader: Your Own Little Shōjo

Chifuyu really wanted to be in Toman.  He wanted to be by Baji’s side.  So when Ryusei told him that befriending Baji’s girlfriend would help him out, he was definitely doing it!  But you were nothing what he pictured.  When he heard from Ryusei that Baji had a girlfriend, he pictured some tough girl who could fight and rode motorcycles.  But like when he first met Baji, nothing is ever what it seems.  You were cute and the furthest thing from a delinquent.  You were like everything Baji wasn’t and it made you two even cuter.  The hopeless romantic in him was obsessed with it.

As each day went by, he started to spend more and more time with you.  Much to Baji’s dismay.  Chifuyu was always talking to you in school, he’d walk you home if Baji was staying after, and even worse, he gives you so much attention.  And Baji was NOT happy about this.  One day, the three of you were walking home.  The day was really nice and sunny.  Chifuyu of course stole your attention.  “Hey Y/N,” he said, handing you a volume of Nana, “here’s volume 3.  What do you think of it so far?”

You smiled at him taking the volume, “it’s really good.  I just can’t stop reading it.  Thank you so much for letting me borrow it.”

“It’s nothing.  I have a ton of manga.  You’re welcome to borrow it anytime.  Maybe you can come over and…”

Baji growled, “she is MY girlfriend so back off!  I get you wanna be in Toman so badly.  But flirting with my girlfriend is NOT the way to do it.  I really wanna punch you right now, but she is the only reason I’m not.  Goodbye!”  Baji grabs your hand and drags you away from a very very confused Chifuyu.  

“Keisuke,” you asked him, walking a little bit behind him, “what was that about?  We’re just sharing manga.  Wait, are you jealous?”

Baji blushed and let go of your hand.  “Nn..o,” he stuttered, “I’m not jealous.  I just don’t like that you're spending so much time with him.”

You giggle, “that’s jealousy.”

“Whatever, let’s go to the bookstore.  I’ll buy you some manga.”  You giggle again.  This definitely felt like your own little shōjo story.  Jealous love interest and all.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[pricechecktranslations]

Why do you think that Banica became as famous as to deserve her own spin off? Do you think any of the other characters could've gotten one?

Banica doesn't have her own spinoff because she's "famous". She has a spinoff because mothy wanted to write one.

Like, don't get me wrong, I'm sure her popularity factored at least a little into his decision making, he is trying to make a living after all (he once posted a poll on Twitter bouncing around a few of his post-EC ideas, one being a Banica series, the other two being the OSS books and a Three Heroes novel), but he's a single individual who is (currently) self-published. I think he made a spinoff surrounding Banica because he likes her character and he likes the direction that the series can take with her.

I don't see how any of the other characters could have gotten one, at least not a spinoff of this type. He's been building Banica into who she is through pretty much the whole series. She is uniquely positioned to be the soul that breaks out on her own and does her own thing, and her character is very much a "roll with the punches" sort that fits well into a multiverse plot. She's also enough of a side-character that her story doesn't feel "finished" with the end of EC, unlike, say, Levia.

edit: To answer the first question--Banica is extremely charismatic and likeable, and she surrounds herself with other interesting characters. Hence, she's popular.

[walking-bee-hive]

Please.

PLEASE-

Someone please tell me how old Lupin the third Jr (Lupin the brat) is?? Because I always assumed he was like twelve in the main story.But after finishing whatever manga panels I could get my grubby little hands of online,It’s getting more implied that him and Marilyn are dating??

Which I would fucking hope not,but it was the 60’s and monkey punch is known for doing unhinged shit (aka straight up rape) in his works.So including possible pedophila doesn’t surprise me.But like-

I always just kinda assumed they had a very close bond,as in an affection for one another,Because he does care about her and wants her to have nice things.But now it just kinda seems like a weird spinoff of Lupin and Fujiko. but I have bronchitis rn and it’s hard to perceive things easily.

Because like- I never had the feeling Marilyn was using Jr to get stuff?? She gives off the opposite vibe to me.And circling back to the age thing.He said he was searching for Lupin for like five years.So my dumbass just assumed in the first panel where Fujiko shipped him off,he was like seven-? And twelve in the main story.But

THIS?? Is really tripping me up.

Because he’s always been tiny,and again I know this is a spinoff and not relevant at all.But I have no friends in the Lupin fandom and my brain has attached itself to this little scrunkly.So I really just want someone to discuss about him with.

But if he’s been doing this for five years- was he 12 when he started his journey.And is 17 instead??Please someone give their thoughts about this.I need someone to discuss him with.I love them-

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

I am obsessed with this adorable little spinoff I wrote for this, but I need to actually introduce the backstory before I can publish that 🥲.

6. Sigh. You're trash, you know that?

Part 1 - the machine

Part 2 - the period

Part 3 - the sparring

Part 4 - the socks

Part 5 - the sick day

Warnings: explicit description of sex (male x female). Praise kink.

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     Peter gave Peter a friendly punch on the shoulder as they walked out of the lift. “Good job on the mission today, Peter.” 

     “You too, Peter, we make a good team,” Peter agreed. Peter grinned. 

     “Yeah! It’s almost like you can-”

     “Read my mind? I know, right?!” The two of them burst into laughter and Miguel rolled his eyes at the silly joke. He tensed suddenly as he felt slender fingers sliding between his, but then he looked down and found his little girlfriend smiling up at him, almost like she’d known that he’d be annoyed by their inane conversation. He relaxed as she squeezed his fingers reassuringly … but then Peter decided to open his mouth again. 

     “Hey, so, uh, about the mission report …” 

     X waved him off, knowing how much the Peter’s hated writing up the reports. “I’ll-”

     “You two will take care of it,” Miguel told them, tightening his grip on X’s hand. She’d always let them get away with not writing the reports, giving him the excuse that they’d end up editing so much of it anyway that they might as well have just written it themselves. “X already made a template for everyone to use, so I want it done perfectly and I want it done by Monday.” 

     The Peter’s looked like they were about to argue about having to work over the weekend, but then Miguel fixed them with a threatening glare and any protests they might have had died on their tongue. 

     “Uh, sure, Miguel. We’ll get it done by Monday.” Miguel nodded in approval and the two of them left without another word. X shot Miguel a questioning - and amused - look when they were alone. 

     “What was that about?” she asked. Miguel sighed and turned to face her, brushing a loose curl behind her ear. 

     “You can’t keep doing everyone’s work for them, querida,” he told her gently. “They’ll never learn otherwise.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and she lowered her head as her lips stretched into a shy smile. 

     “Oh. Okay.” 

     Miguel felt his stomach flip at her sudden change in demeanour and he moved his hands to her waist to tug her closer to him. 

     “So,” he began, his voice low and smooth as he leaned over her, “now that your weekend is free, what do you want to do, cariño?” 

     His girlfriend giggled at his mischievous tone and he felt his heart stutter in his chest. She slid her arms around his neck and looked up at him with a suggestive smirk. “Well, I might have an idea or two …”

     Miguel grinned and slid his hand back up to her cheek as he bent over to lower his mouth to hers. But then the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted his thoughts. 

     “Don’t mind me!” Ben reassured them loudly as he rushed past. “Just walking past in this very public, very crowded building. I’ll see you guys around! Have fun, you crazy kids!” 

     Miguel narrowed his eyes in irritation and X laughed as she turned his face back to hers. “Maybe we should go home first, querido?” 

     Miguel relaxed at the sight of her indefatigable smile, then started tapping on his watch to open up a portal. X stopped him before he could, however, curling her fingers around his wrist quickly. He looked up at her, confused, and she flashed him a mischievous smile. “Can we go back to my place? I have a surprise for you.” 

     He raised an eyebrow, considering: he’d never been too fond of surprises, but she’d always known exactly what he needed, even before they’d started dating. X fixed him with an eager expression and Miguel’s lips twisted with excitement as he found himself looking forward to whatever she’d had planned for him. He opened up a portal to take them to her place, then returned his hands to her waist once they’d stepped through. X snickered as Miguel pressed his lips to hers and bent her backwards in his arms. He groaned as she scrunched his hair between her fingers, then he slid his hands down her body to cup her ass. “Querida …” 

     X shivered as the deep sound of her boyfriend’s satisfaction rumbled through her body. Miguel smiled, then moved his mouth to her neck, nuzzling her skin with his nose and lips as he began walking her backwards to her bed. 

     “Miguel,” X chuckled, clinging onto his brawny shoulders as he squeezed and stroked her waist and ass. “Miguel, wait!” 

     He pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her and her heart fluttered at the way his wavy hair fell into his copper eyes. He was so handsome, her boyfriend, so hot and so sexy. Miguel raised an eyebrow at the look on her face, knowing exactly what she was thinking, and she swallowed hard as another swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach. 

     “U-Um, the surprise …” she reminded him softly, turning her face away from his as her lips stretched into a bashful smile. Miguel grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek before getting up off of her. 

     “It’s gonna be so good, Miguel!” she continued, pushing herself to her feet and standing before him. “But I have to get it ready first! Can you, like, go shower, or something?”

     She bounced on the balls of her feet as her enthusiasm grew and Miguel felt his chest warm at the now familiar quirk. He stepped closer to her to slide her hands around his waist and she reached up to ruffle his hair. “Yes! Go shower! Then you can get your hair all wet and stuff.”

     It was amazing how something as simple as him getting his hair wet was enough to make her so happy; how he was enough to make her so happy. Miguel bent over to kiss her again and X wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She laughed when his hands drifted back down to her ass again and took a step away from him. 

     “Go!” X commanded, turning him around and attempting to shove him towards the toilet. Miguel let out a soft chuckle and did as she'd asked, but he left the door open just an inch; just enough for her to hear him turn on the shower but make no effort to remove his clothes and get into it. 

     "Miguel!" she chided him, knowing that he was waiting, listening intently for any hint as to what she might be preparing for him. He let out an exasperated sigh, but his lips curled at the ends as he pushed the door closed before deactivating his suit and stepping under the water. He tried to focus his hearing again, but she was too quiet, each movement of her body carefully controlled, each step cautiously placed so he wouldn't be able to catch a sound. He closed his eyes and his lips twisted into a smirk as he soaked himself in the warm water. It didn't really matter what she'd gotten him though, because he knew how he'd be thanking her for it anyway; knew how she was hoping he'd be thanking her for it. His blood rushed to his core in anticipation, his heart pounding at the thought of her body beneath his, her soft skin sliding against his own, her sweet voice moaning his name as he pleased her in all the ways he'd come to know she enjoyed. He exhaled, trying to calm himself down as he continued to wait, but his patience was starting to wear thin. Mierda, what was taking her so long?

     She twisted around, studying herself in the mirror. The red lace wrapped tightly around her breasts, squeezing them together and demanding they be given attention. The scandalous material matched the gauzy fabric stretched over her crotch, just covering up all her naughty bits. She tugged on the tight straps criss-crossing her ribs and waist, adjusting them so that they sat perfectly on her curves, accentuating every hollow and line. She bit her lip as a rush of adrenaline shot through her in anticipation of his reaction. Would he like it? God, she hoped he'd like it! He'd better like it! Oh! The socks! 

     She ran over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of thick, woollen socks, slipping them on before returning to check herself in the mirror again. She knew how much it thrilled him to see her in his clothes - how aroused he became by the sight of the oversized fabric slipping and sliding off her small frame, exposing patches of her bare skin for him to stroke and squeeze whenever he managed to grab hold of her. And the socks were the perfect last touch to the outfit. 

     “Miguel?” she called, her fingers clenching and unclenching behind her back nervously. “I’m ready!”

     He shook the last few droplets of water out of his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. She sounded apprehensive; worried that he might not like what she'd had planned. But that only made him all the more determined to love it. All the care, all the effort, all the love she put into everything she did for him: that was the biggest gift he could have ever asked for. He pulled the door open and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to show her as much … but then his gaze fell upon her and every single thought flew out of his brain. 

     She was gorgeous: the curled ends of her hair brushing over her delicious breasts, all wrapped up in the naughty red lace like a present meant just for him; the thin red straps clinging to her exquisite curves, each line giving his eyes a perfect path to follow down her torso; the flimsy underwear hanging from her waist, challenging him to rip it apart and take her however he wanted. And maldita sea, those socks! Those oversized brown socks, sliding down her calves, reminding him of just how small she was compared to him - how easy it was for him to pick her up and have his way with her.

     "Miguel?" X asked him softly, unable to hide the delighted smile lighting up her face. "Do you … like it?" 

     He looked up at her, dazed, his red-brown irises swallowed whole by his dark pupils. Then his eyes fell back down to her body, drawn to her form like a magnet. God, he was hot, with his deep-set eyes and full lips and the damp strands of his hair falling over his forehead. X bit her lip as he walked over to her, her stomach flipping wildly as his gaze roamed over her figure.

     "Cariño," Miguel murmured, his voice awestruck. He stopped in front of her and she could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, the delicious scent of him drifting through the air and wrapping around her senses. He curled his fingers around her waist slowly, carefully, his muscles clenched with restraint as he continued to appraise her. "Querida." 

     She was so sexy. So beautiful and so perfect and so … He ran his fingers up and down her sides, trying to figure out where to start; if he even wanted to start or if he just wanted to look at her, all dressed up so nicely for him! Just for him. She raised her hands to his shoulders, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and he struggled to understand how she could look up at him like that; like he was the one with the upper hand, like she was the one who would do anything he asked her to, even as she was standing before him looking like … that. He exhaled raggedly, his hands moving lower down her sides with every stroke, and X grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body flush against his. 

     “¡Maldita sea, cariño!” Miguel let out a low groan as X pressed her lips to his collarbone. He squeezed her waist, trying to restrain himself so she could take her time to explore, but then she ran her thumbs across his nipples and his cock sprang to life immediately. 

     “F*ck,” Miguel breathed, digging his fingers into her ass. He lifted her onto his hips, and X brushed her thumb across his lips as he carried her over to her bed, noting the way his jaw clenched at her tender caress and the way his breathing hitched as she tugged his bottom lip. She pinched his towel between her toes and pulled it off as he turned around and sat down on the end of her bed.

     He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across the peaks and valleys of her plush breasts. He was going to take his time with her tonight. Mierda, he was going to take his time: stroking and squeezing and licking and nipping until the only thing she could remember was his name. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, stroking her smooth skin, and her toes curled at the feeling. 

     “Miguel?” X squeaked, the breathy tone of her voice travelling straight down to his centre. Miguel sucked in a breath as he squeezed her thighs, but he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her chest. F*ck, she looked delicious. 

     “Hmm?” he hummed, snaking his thumbs beneath the straps of her underwear to rub the joints between her pelvis and thighs. X gasped as the sticky liquid began to leak out of her - just like it always did - and Miguel shook his head slightly as the smell hit him like a punch to the face. He sucked in a ragged breath, then gripped the tops of her thighs so he could pull her apart slowly. He dragged her forward slightly, just enough for her to feel the tip of his cock brush against her clit, just a touch, and already, he could feel her beginning to throb against him. 

     “F*ck. I haven’t even done anything yet, cariño,” he pointed out to her, a weak chuckle falling from his mouth. Dios, she was gorgeous, so perfect and so completely his; all his to do with whatever he wished. He removed his hands from her underwear and slid them up her torso to squeeze her breasts. X’s head fell back with pleasure and Miguel’s eyes honed in on the delicate length of her neck. He leaned forward to slither his tongue along her pulse point and X squeezed her legs together as he grazed her skin with his fangs, inadvertently rubbing herself up against him and eliciting a frustrated twitch out of her p*ssy. 

     “Hngrh!” X let out a surprised yelp and Miguel groaned at her obvious desperation for him. He dug his fingers into her ass and pulled her tightly against him, allowing his cock a brief moment of relief as her warm core pressed up against his. His hips moved slightly, instinctively trying to grind up against her, but he forced himself to stop. 

     “Miguel, can you …” X wriggled around as her body heated up at the feeling of him pressing against her but refusing to move. “What are you doing, querido?” 

     He almost gave in - almost started grinding up against her at her use of the sweet term, exactly as she’d intended for him to do - but he’d promised himself he’d take his time with her. He shuffled up the bed a little, pushing her back slightly so that their cores weren’t touching anymore, and X whined in frustration. “Migue-el!” 

     Miguel chuckled and cupped her breasts again so he could bury his face in them and begin licking and nibbling her soft flesh. He heard a whimper escape her throat as he moved his mouth to where her nipple would be and began sucking hard on her through the barely there material of her bra. Ay, carajo, what beautiful underwear she’d gotten for him, all his to enjoy, all his to admire. He closed his mouth around her entire breast and flicked his tongue across her stiff peak, and X arched her back as her body grew more aroused. She writhed around in his arms, her soft little p*ssy pulsating against his cock insistently, and Miguel moaned as he circled his arms around her waist. 

     “Tan hermosa, cariño (So beautiful, sweetheart),” he murmured into the crook of her neck, knowing how much she loved it when he praised her through it. “So f*cking gorgeous. And all of this, just for me?”

     He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the base of her ear before pulling back to look at her. X nodded shyly, pleased that she’d managed to do such a good job, and Miguel grinned as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin. He leaned forward to brush his lips against hers, sneaking his tongue into her mouth and sweeping it around in slow, appreciative strokes. X moaned and Miguel responded in kind as she wrapped her legs around him, her pretty little p*ssy already so wet for him. He snickered as she squeezed her legs together, trying to control her body so he could take his time to enjoy her - to touch her and taste her and do whatever he wanted with her - but she just couldn’t seem to help herself when it came to him. 

     “Then we’d better make the most of it, hmm, querida?” Miguel pulled away to meet her gaze and X bit her lip as she nodded, the smile still plastered across her face: he liked it. He really liked it, if the smoothness of his tone and his inability to keep his eyes off her was any indication of his feelings. 

     His heart stuttered at the way she peeked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, her expression so irresistibly adorable. Then he placed his hands on either side of her breasts and pushed them together so they bounced deliciously. He licked his lips at the sight, admiring her beautiful body so nicely dressed up for him, then he leaned forward to kiss her again. 

     She kept her hands curled tightly around his shoulders as he shuffled higher up the bed, keeping herself steady, and her stomach buzzed when he wrapped a strong arm around her waist to hold her against him. Miguel pulled her down on top of him as he lay back and X grinned as she lowered her mouth to his neck. She loved surprising him: he was so knowledgeable and so experienced, so it always drove her giddy with excitement whenever she managed to catch him off guard or render him speechless. Miguel moaned softly as she licked and sucked the warm skin of his neck, gentle praises falling from his lips at her teasing. Finally, she sat up and turned around, settling herself back on top of him and taking hold of his cock.

     Her movements were slow and careful as she began kissing and licking his tip, her fingers brushing his shaft gently as she took her time getting used to the feel of him. She was still so nervous - so shy - like she didn't know how absolutely wild she drove him, with her pretty smile and her beautiful eyes and gorgeous little body. Miguel reached up and slid his finger beneath the strap of her thong, plucking it back and running his knuckle along her length. X's entire body tightened at the sensation and Miguel let out a chuckle, delighted by her sensitivity. He circled her entrance lazily, coating his finger in the sticky liquid trickling out of her. Then he slid into her, the movement easy thanks to how wet she already was. X gasped as he moved his finger in and out of her and she let out a soft whimper as her legs twitched in response to his teasing.

     “Ay … Querida …” Miguel sighed as she swirled her tongue around him and sucked on him gently. She let out a low moan, delighting in the sensation of his thick girth brushing against the insides of her cheeks, and Miguel shuddered as the vibrations danced along his length. He pulled his finger out of her as his head fell back on the pillows, the pleasuring overtaking his body, but then she stopped and sat up again.

     She turned around, noting the way his body tensed when she abandoned his cock. But still, he waited, watching her patiently as she decided what to do next. X took his hands and guided them to the bottom of her ribs, giving him the chance to brush his thumbs along the undersides of her breasts. Her toes curled as his hands climbed higher up her bra and her eyes fluttered shut with how good it felt. Miguel squeezed her soft flesh appreciatively ... but then she heard the sound of fabric ripping. She opened her eyes, confused, only to find her boyfriend's claws extended over her now exposed breasts. She looked up at Miguel in surprise and he flashed her a sheepish smile before returning his attention to her chest.

     “We'll get you another one, querida,” he reassured her, gliding his fingers across her pebbled nipples. “One that unhooks in the front next time.”

     He shot her another naughty smile, then he pushed himself up the pillows so he could take one of her breasts in his mouth. 

     She shuddered as Miguel swirled his tongue around her, tasting her like she was an especially sweet dessert he wanted to savour. He moaned softly as his hands drifted down her back and X went dizzy as the satisfied sound rumbled into her chest. Miguel slipped his long fingers into her underwear and curled them around her ass, squeezing her so that her centre rocked against his, and X squeaked with surprise as her clit brushed against his cock again.

     “Mmm, querida …” Miguel flipped them over suddenly, trapping her beneath him, and ran his hand down her body, setting a path for his nose to follow. He nuzzled her gently, sprinkling her skin with little bites and kisses, then he began rolling his hips against the mattress as he buried his face in her breasts, his aching cock searching desperately for some relief as he nipped and teased her soft flesh. 

     “Arañita,” he groaned, his voice so thick with desire that it sounded little more than a growl. X shivered at the sound, then pawed at his back, silently asking him to move up over her. Miguel pushed himself up on his hands and grinned smugly at her as she tugged his shoulders, trying to pull his lips down onto hers. 

     Oh, God, he was hot! His lips twisted into that mischievous smirk, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing as he lowered himself on top of her. X went dizzy for a moment, overcome with admiration for her handsome boyfriend, then she wrapped herself around him when he began kissing her again. Miguel slid his hand up to her breast and rolled his thumb around her nipple as he caressed her soft flesh in between his fingers. X’s back arched off the bed in response and Miguel quickly caught her lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it teasingly as she writhed around beneath him. 

     “Ah!” X gasped at the flood of pleasure overwhelming her senses and Miguel laughed when he saw the unfocused expression on her face. He began making his way down her body again, folding her legs against her chest and nipping her ankles when he got to them. 

     “Are these … my socks, querida?” he asked, another giddy laugh bubbling out of his chest at the sight of the soft material sliding down her slender calves. X whimpered, trying to get out a response, but all she could do was nod. Miguel grinned and pressed a kiss to her ankle before flipping her over onto her knees. X let out an exclamation of surprise, then fell onto her chest when he pressed her hole through the fabric of her underwear. She let out another small whine as her hips began moving against him, begging for relief, and Miguel finally ripped her underwear off all together. He slid his thumbs back up the centre of her ass, then circled both of her openings, prompting little gasps and pants to fall from her lips. He pressed her holes lightly, teasing her, then he slid his thumbs into her, dipping them in and out of her entrances to please her. 

     “Oooohhhh,” X moaned, her entire core pulsing excitedly at the feeling of his thick digits rubbing her sensitive skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure and it wasn’t long before she was shuddering beneath his touch. “M-Miguel …”

     She rolled over onto her back when she was done and blinked up at him dazedly, trying to regain her focus. But then he was leaning over her with that wicked grin again, his wavy brown hair falling into his fiery eyes, and her mind went blank at the sight. 

     “Don’t worry, querida,” he told her, the expression on his face anything but reassuring. “We’re just getting started.” 

     “I don’t think I can come anymore, Miguel,” X whimpered, her legs trembling around her boyfriend’s head. She'd managed to grab her phone at some point to check the time and she'd been bewildered to find that two hours had passed since they'd started. Two hours?! She hadn't even realised how quickly time had been slipping away! She tugged Miguel's hair now, trying to get him to stop, and he finally lifted his head. 

     “Está bien, mi amor (It's okay, my love),” he reassured her, licking up the sticky liquid dripping down his chin. “Solo uno más, querida, uno más (Just one more, darling, one more).”

     He pushed himself to a seat, then pulled her up onto his lap. X squeezed her legs around him, trying to close them and gain a bit of respite, but Miguel cupped her ass, pulling her centre closer to his.

     “Miguel …” X whined, her voice high-pitched and her words slurred. 

     “Dame uno más, querida, uno más (Give me one more, darling, one more),” Miguel repeated encouragingly, sliding his swollen cock along her soaked folds. “Puedes hacerlo, arañita, I know you can do it (You can do it, little spider ...). Such a good girl, hmm? Taking me in so nicely, taking my d*ck into that pretty little p*ssy of yours.”

     He poked her hole with his tip, dipping in and out of her cautiously, then he moved his hands to her waist and tugged her towards him, easing his cock into her inch by inch until he was buried inside of her completely. 

     “That's right, arañita. All the way in,” he praised her, smiling smugly at the dazed look on her face “Such a good girl.” 

     He knew it drove her mad when he called that, but only when he was already inside of her. He’d tried it once at HQ, sidling up to her and congratulating her for doing a good job on one of the missions she’d gone on without him, but the line had fallen flat and her lips had pulled back into a grimace before she’d walked away. Then he’d tried it again, when they were sitting on her sofa, her shirt tossed aside, his hands wandering across her exposed skin. But again, she’d winced and pulled her clothes back on before settling in for a night in front of the television. Miguel rolled his hips, pushing himself up into his girlfriend and allowing his balls to press deliciously against her ass. F*ck, she felt so good. 

     “You’re doing such a good job, arañita,” he murmured in her ear, continuing to grind up against her slowly. “So wet and so tight around my dick. Such a good girl, mi preciosa.” 

     A frustrated whine erupted from X’s mouth and Miguel snickered softly before pressing his lips to her shoulder. He licked and sucked on her appreciatively, grazing her skin with his fangs as he made his way up the side of her neck, then he pulled back when he heard a small sob escape from her throat. 

     “Aww. ¿Qué pasó, arañita? (What happened, little spider?)” he asked X, chuckling at the sight of the wet trail running down her cheek. She looked up at him with round eyes and he grinned as he brushed the tear away. He gripped her chin gently in his hand, tipping her face up to his, and her lips fell open at the sight of the satisfied look on his face. “Do you want to come again, princesa? Do you want to come with my dick inside of you this time?” 

     X gasped as her body contracted at his gentle praises and his slow thrusts, then she bit her lip and nodded quickly. He was being so soft and so sweet with her and holy shit, the heady smell wafting off of him when he was all sexed up and dripping with sweat? It made it so difficult for her to think about anything but how badly she wanted his lush lips to be pressed up against hers. She leaned forward, closing the distance between their mouths, and her boyfriend laughed again as her hips began moving against his. She felt herself go dizzy at the way the low sound vibrated out of his chest, but Miguel tightened his grip on her, keeping her upright against him. 

     “Such a good girl, princesa,” Miguel continued, moving his lips to her neck to murmur softly against her skin, “taking me in so nicely with that pretty little p*ssy of yours. Hmm? Look at what a good job you’re doing!”

     Holy shit! X’s head fell against his shoulder as another wave of arousal scrambled her brain. How could he speak to her like that? His tone so sweet even as he whispered such naughty words into her neck? Shit. She slid her fingers into his hair and her eyes rolled back in her head at how soft the damp strands felt. 

     “And that underwear you got for me?” Miguel told her, speeding up his movements just a little. “All dressed up so nicely, just for me? Tan hermosa, cariño, I almost didn’t want to take it off (So beautiful, sweetheart ...)."

     “Miguel …” X mumbled, collapsing against him and letting him take over entirely. Miguel grinned and shuffled forward slightly, reaching up to hold the bed frame so he could steady himself as he began thrusting harder into her. X sighed as he stretched her out, his thick cock stuffing her up so very nicely, his swollen tip hitting her sweet spot so deliciously. Then she tensed up as the white hot pleasure began tickling the edges of her brain. 

     “That’s it, mi arañita,” Miguel coaxed her, his smooth tone tipping her over the edge and prompting her body to start shuddering with pleasure. “Come all you want, princesa, you deserve it. Taking me in so nicely, such a good girl, mi querida.” 

     Dios, it felt so good the way her tight little p*ssy would flutter excitedly around his cock whenever he made her come. F*ck. He slid himself out of her one more time, letting every inch of his throbbing cock experience her desperate squeezes, then he thrust himself into her, filling her up with his sperm and displacing the now-dry c*m that he’d already placed there earlier. X squeaked in surprise as she scrambled against him, her fingers digging into his muscles as she tried to hang on against the force of his ejaculation. Then finally, they both finished, and Miguel released his tight hold on her. 

     X stumbled off of his lap, falling backwards against the pillows and pulling them apart. She sighed as she pushed her legs closed, finally allowing her aching thighs some relief. She blinked up at Miguel, trying to focus on his features in the dim light of the room, and found an equally hazy expression on his face. He shook his head, regaining control of his thoughts, then he grinned and reached for her waist, leaning forward to kiss her. 

     But quick as a flash, she darted out from beneath him, throwing herself off the bed. X pushed herself to her feet and dashed over to the cupboard, not stopping even when she heard him growl from behind her. She flung the doors open and blindly grabbed a shirt as he leaped off the bed and chased after her. Her arms flailed wildly as she pulled it down over her body and she’d just managed to poke her head through the hole when Miguel caught up with her, his eyes glowing an angry red, his fangs bared in a vicious snarl. 

     “¡¿Qué haces, querida?! (What are you doing, darling?!)” he exclaimed, grabbing the front of her shirt and twisting his claws into the fabric. X gulped and put her hands on his chest, keeping a foot of space between them. 

     “I am so tired, Miguel. I need to sleep.” She turned back to the cupboard to grab some of her underwear, wrenching herself out of his grasp. Then she swivelled back around and pat him on the shoulder reassuringly. “We can continue this tomorrow …”

     Miguel sighed as she stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Maybe he’d pushed her too far. He walked back to his bed and tugged off the soaked and stained quilt cover before replacing it with a fresh one. He pulled on some underwear then settled down onto the pillows, trying to relax as he waited for her to return to bed. But the seconds ticked by and she continued to hide in the toilet. Miguel swallowed down his fear, chiding himself about being so dramatic: she wasn’t hiding from him, she was just … cleaning herself up. Right? It wasn’t like he’d scared her away with his … burning eyes and his cruel fangs and his wicked claws and-

     “You are actually insane, you psycho.” He focussed his hearing on her voice as it drifted through the still closed toilet door and his heart stopped at her words. But then, “I love you.” 

     She opened the door and peeked out at him from behind it, her lips curled into an amused smile. And suddenly, he felt all the tension leave his body. X’s grin grew wider when she saw him settled on the bed and he pulled the covers down before calling out to her softly, “ven aquí, querida (come here, darling). We'll go to sleep. Come here.”

     He patted the space next to him and X dashed over to the bed delightedly. She hopped under the covers and snuggled up against him and Miguel chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

     “Night, Miguel, I love you,” she told him, just as she did every night before they fell asleep. Miguel’s chest warmed at the words and he shifted in position to better cuddle her against him. 

     “Good night, X,” he murmured into her hair. “Te quiero también (I love you too).”

     He stirred as a stream of sunlight snuck into the room from between his curtains. He squinted in the harsh light, then closed his eyes all together and wrapped himself tighter around his arañita. Dios, she was soft. He slid his hand up her thigh as the memories of last night started coming back to him. She’d been so warm and so soft and she’d looked so f*cking gorgeous in that sexy set of lingerie. He grinned and leaned over to press his lips to her neck as his fingers climbed higher up his girlfriend’s delicious body. He curled his fingers around her breast, but she flinched and nudged him aside before curling up into a ball. 

     X sighed and turned around, forcing one eye open to look up at him. She furrowed her brows, still drowsy with sleep, then rolled over onto her back and began tugging at the hem of her shirt. Miguel helped her get it all the way off, revealing the tiny cuts and bruises littered across her skin. His eyes lit up as they roamed across her body and he brushed his fingers across the territorial marks. X snorted at the self-satisfied smile stretched across his face, then she rolled back over onto her side. “You’re such an idiot, Miguel.” 

     “¿Querida?” Miguel asked, concerned by her uncharacteristically cold demeanour. “¿Qué pasa? (Darling? What's wrong?)”

Had he done something wrong? Had she changed her mind and decided that he really was too much for her? Too much for anyone to handle? To love?

     He pressed a kiss to her now bare shoulder, then returned his hand to her breast where he traced her nipple gently. X arched her back, starting to get aroused, and Miguel slipped his hand into her underwear, taking care of her. She was so cute and so soft and she fit so perfectly against him, the bodies melding together like they’d been sculpted around one another. X shuddered against him as she reached her peak, and Miguel nuzzled her neck affectionately whilst helping her reach her finish.

     She twisted around in his arms and gave him a lazy hug, then got up to take a shower. Miguel propped himself up on his elbow and his heart fluttered at how comfortable she was around him, walking around his room completely nude and completely at ease. He jumped up and raced over to join her, but then stopped in the doorway. 

     “Querida,” he began hesitantly, glancing at the fingernail and bite marks that decorated her back as well. X turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. “I wasn’t too rough with you last night, was I?” 

     She pressed her lips together, trying to stop the smile from rising to her lips at the memory of last night. 

     “No, I … I kind of liked it,” she admitted, her cheeks heating up at her own confession. She turned back to the shower and let out an exaggerated groan. “But you’re on your own today, querido: I need a break.”

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[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | Top of the Blue Sky | Episode 1

Banri: …

Misumi: Huh? Kumon, look, Banri’s over there~.

Banri: (Hm? That voice…)

Kumon: You’re right! I wonder if he’s on his way back from school.

Kumon: HEEEY, BANRI!

Banri: Damn, you don’t gotta yell so loudly. What do you want?

Misumi: Me and Kumon were just about to do a street act~. Do you wanna join us, Banri?

Banri: Sure, why not? You got a theme?

Kumon: The theme is delinquents!

Banri: Delinquents?

Kumon: Yeah. They recently dropped a spinoff manga of the crazy popular “Yankee Star” manga.

Kumon: It’s super interesting, so I wanna be a delinquent too!

Banri: Gotcha. I mean, can’t say I haven’t been interested in that manga too.

Kumon: Really!? Then I guess I’ve got no choice but to lend it to you next, Banri!

Banri: The hell do you mean you don’t got a choice? 

Misumi: I’ve been really into doing delinquent etudes lately too. I’ve been doing them with a leaf in my mouth like this~.

Banri: Nah, you know there ain’t too many of that kinda delinquent nowadays, right?

Misumi: Huh, really? I got it from a manga I borrowed from Azami~.

Banri: That’s prolly ‘cause it’s an over-the-top delinquent manga from ages ago.

Kumon: It makes sense that you’d know a lot about delinquents, Banri. You’re just like a real delinquent!

Banri: …Hey, the fuck you mean I’m like a delinquent?

Kumon: Because it’s true. I mean that as a compliment now!

Banri: “...Quit fuckin’ with me. Today’s the day, I’m gonna wipe that damn smirk off your face.”

Kumon: !

Kumon: “That’s my line, bastard!”

*Kumon throws a punch and Banri dodges*

Banri: “Hah!”

*Banri swings back*

Misumi: “Hey, hey, it ain’t fair that just the two of ya get to get along like that. Count me in. Hyah!”

*Misumi kicks and Banri and Kumon dodge*

Kumon: “A flying kick!?” 

Banri: “Goddamn, he’s for real.”

Passerby A: Huh, is that a fight?

Passerby B: No, it’s a street act! But wow, that’s impressive…!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Applause*

Banri & Kumon: Thank you so much!

Misumi: Thanks for watching, everyone~!

Kumon: That street act was so much fun!

Misumi: Yeah! It was really, really fun~. Thanks for joining us, Banri!

Banri: No problem. I mean, I usually have fun with it too.

???: Excuse me…

Banri: Hm?

???: You’re part of MANKAI Company, right?

Banri: Yeah. You know us?

???: Of course, I’ve even come to see your plays before. I’ve always been supporting you.

Kumon: Thanks, we’re glad to hear that!

???: Likewise. I just came to hand out flyers, but I ended up being lucky enough to see something so incredible like that.

???: Right. Can I give you one of these flyers? It’s an announcement for a newly opened rehearsal studio.

Banri: Ah, sure thing.

Misumi: There’s so many triangle patterns on this flyer! They’re very wonderful triangles~.

???: Haha, seems like all the work I put into designing it was worth it. Well then, I’ll be going now.

Banri: “Rehearsal Studio Blue Sky is Now Open!” huh? Seems like it’s pretty close by.

Kumon: I wonder if that guy just now is a staff member there or something.

Banri: Prolly. I’ll let Director-chan know about it in case we’ve ever got an opportunity to use it.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Kumon & Misumi: We’re home~!

Izumi: Ah, welcome back, guys.

Banri: Perfect timin’. Director-chan, you ever heard of Blue Sky? Seems like it’s a new rehearsal studio in the area.

Izumi: Blue Sky, you mean the place that’s facing backlash on social media right now…?

Troupe Members: Huh, backlash?

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Spinoff Story Vampire & Vampire Hunter part 27

Warnings: ALEX HIMSELF GONE FERAL, turning on Mallory and attacking him

"ALEX, what--?!" Mallory yelped and kicked at his face as Alex clawed at him, dragging himself up over Mallory -- and suddenly sinking his fangs deep into his leg.

Mallory screamed in pain, thrashing and trying desperately to dislodge the vampire. Panic spiked up his spine, the cold realization that Alex was no longer Alex. He'd gone feral, just like the newbloods that had attacked them.

Alex was badly injured, which must have used up his energy reserves -- leaving him as starving as all the others had been.

Thinking fast, Mallory bent over and punched the vampire square in the face as hard as he could with enough force to bruise his own knuckles, and Alex let go of his leg with a sharp cry of pain, recoiling. But then he hissed, his movements even more erratic as he lurched forward and grabbed Mallory by the shoulders, pinning him down and lunging for his neck instead. He was no longer in control of himself, vampiric impulses the only thing driving him.

Mallory shrieked again and clawed at Alex's face, frantically trying to keep him from ripping his throat out. But Mallory was human, and Alex was a vampire. Mallory's strength could never – would never – match his. Alex was practically drooling as he shoved Mallory's hands out of the way and leaned down to bite. Mallory had been afraid of him many times before, but right now, he was outright terrified.

Mallory could feel the hot breath on his neck, the savage intensity of Alex's hunger radiating from him like a tangible object. And then he felt the sharp tip of fangs piercing his flesh, and he knew it was over.

He was about to die.

Mallory squeezed his eyes shut tight, hoping it would be over quick. But the fangs didn't puncture completely before they were roughly ripped out of his neck, leaving only shallow wounds. His eyes flew open with a gasp, and he saw Alex jerking and twisting wildly, snarling and snapping like a rabid animal as he was held away from him by--

"Anisa!" Mallory cried, relief washing over him. She had Alex by the back of his neck, keeping him from killing him. She was covered in gnarly wounds that bled freely, her chest heaving with panting breaths... and she had a flicker of that same frightening darkness Mallory had seen in Alex's eyes.

"Oh... that... that's..." Anisa's nose twitched, and Mallory noticed she was staring intensely at the blood dripping from his bitten leg, throat bobbing. Two injured vampires, both savagely desperate for blood to heal themselves -- and Mallory was caught in the middle of it as the closest human.

"S-Sorry--the blood--" Mallory scooted away from the two vampires, Anisa going dangerously still and rigid, staring at him with her hand still holding a writhing, snarling Alex by the back of the neck.

"Mallory... run," she rasped hoarsely, and he could hear the primal hunger in her voice, how strained it was with the effort of retaining her self-control.

Mallory scrambled to his feet, favoring his injured leg -- and took off at a dead sprint through the smoke. He could hear Alex howling in frustration behind him, but he didn't look back, running for his life with the time Anisa would buy him before she herself would lose the battle to hunger and succumb to it, becoming feral just like Alex was.

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[youkaiyume]

There’s a rumor floating around that they’re remastering Gargoyles. Not sure if it’s the series or a game, buuuuuut…..

Thoughts? Thoughts? Thoughts???? X3

They remastered the game

Get it here: https://www.nintendo.com/us/store/products/gargoyles-remastered-switch/

I think it's really neat! They redid basically all the art. I haven't had a chance tp play it yet but I am here for the Gargoyles renaissance. Comics with continuing stories again, spinoff comics, tons of new figures/toys and now this game.

There is also articles floating around that a live action version is in early development being done by the ppl behind the Annabelle horror series but until anything is confirmed I am not going to put much stock into it. And frankly if this were true, no disrespect but if they had wanted horror producers to do it they should have let Jordan Peele do it when he asked. Frankly over the years I find horror that James Wan have done or the Anabelle series to be a bit too on the nose and a bit tacky for my tastes. But I'm more of a Mike Flanagan type of person myself when it comes to nuanced horror that also punches you emotionally. If we are really just fantasizing though of course the dream would let our Monsterfucking savior Guillermo del Toro take the live action Gargoyles reboot wheel but I digress.

The thing I am still most interested in though is an animated continuation of where the series left off, especially now that we have canon material coming out of the comics.

[dragonraptyr]

I remembered an old GF AU where Dipper and Mabel were young magic users learning from their Grunkle. With the recent renaissance, I thought of a possible prequel/spinoff where Stan learns magic from a trucker wizard who has an undead raccoon named Street Pizza as a pet.

Why Stan and not Ford? "Magic isn't about brains. It's a scam, a con. You pull one over on reality, and if it tries to object you punch it in the gut and steal its wallet."

The Menagerie of the Transmundane was, contrary to its fanciful name, a one-room building and an outhouse three miles off Route 66, and thirty miles from civilization.

Stan parked the rickety old truck that he'd...acquired... back in Louisiana in the gravel lot, and grabbed the box from the back. Pushing the door open, he looked around. "Hello?" He called. " I'm here for the newspaper ad about the job?"

He looked around. Noon and the joint was empty. With a shrug, Stan turned to go wait in the truck. Maybe he could fix the air.

Before he could reach the door, a loud bang and a puff of smoke filled the small room.

"Sorry 'bout that." A thick drawl said. "Security system's actin' up. Took me a minnit to notice ya."

Stan glared, relaxing from his stance. "Hey, watch it with the hokey smoke bomb trick, bub. Some of us still need to breathe over here."

The smoke cleared, revealing an overweight man in a stained shirt and pants. He scratched his beard for a moment. "Yeah, yeah. Keep yor hose on. You said a job?"

Stan nodded, pulling out the flyer. It was stained, crumpled, and looked to be covered in old cheese, but it was still legible.

"Assistant wanted" it read. "Apply at the Menagerie of the Transmundane. No experience neccessary."

The man took it. "Yep. That's my ad, alright. Surprised you found it though."

"It was in the newspaper! And my burger!" Stan replied. Kinda hard to miss."

"That explains the cheese." The man passed the flyer back. Anywho, you're hired. Name's Bud Gunn."

"Wait, just like that?" Stan asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but isn't there supposed to be an interview, or something?" He paused. "Also, is this place busier on weekends or something? Why'd you need an assistant for this dump?"

Bud rolled his eyes. "The flyer was the interview. Besides, it said 'no experience nessessary'. And I don't need an assistant for this place. This is just for the saps."

"Then what is the job?" Stan asked, intrigued. "Drugs? Trafficking stolen goods? Armed Robbery?"

Bud laughed, and flicked a lightswitch. With a creak, a trapdoor behind the cash register slid open, exposing a dark stairwell. "Nope. Magic."

[lonesomedreamer]

The Rings of Power Liveblog: “Shadow of the Past” (Episode 1)

Two years late, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided I had to see this thing for myself ahead of the second season premiere…spoiler: I didn’t hate it.

I’m not going to gripe about these children looking decidedly human (or at least not Elvish), because I understand the limitations of using, you know—actual human children as actors. But I will question the notion of Elvish children being smug bullies.

But baby Galadriel definitely looks the part.

“It’s not going to float, it’s going to sail.” Not off to a strong start with the dialogue…

Oh, the Elf children are…throwing rocks at her paper boat? All of them? Why?? I know the behavior of Elves in the First and Second Ages tended to be less detached/noble and whatnot, but little Galadriel is literally about to punch this Elf boy…

I have so many questions about this hairstyle choice.

“We have no word for death.” Somehow, I doubt that. This is the Second Age, right? Elves had definitely already experienced death.

Why does this seem like a slightly retooled Minas Tirith design? Is this supposed to be VALINOR??? (Actually, this would be a decent Amber design…)

A very underwhelming depiction of the destruction of the Two Trees…this is what Amazon spent amlost a billion dollars on? I know they can’t accurately depict what happened because, you know, no rights to The Silmarillion, but it still underwhelmed me.

This sequence is just all so obviously CGI. While I’m no fan of the original Jackson films (sorry, I know—boo, hiss), a lot of it looks real.

“See, it’s just like that Game of Thrones spinoff you like, but with terrible CG!”

It would be so helpful if Galadriel’s voiceover told viewers that Orcs were created as a mockery of the Elves, or hinted at why Morgoth created them/why he hated the Elves. Unfortunately, this is what happens when you try to adapt a work to which you don’t have all the rights.

She is very, very pretty.

“What devilry is this?” Is that a word in Middle-earth?

Lots of Galadriel confidently assuming she knows things she can’t possibly know (for the sake of hurrying the story/journey along, I guess)…if only the streaming services didn’t limit themselves to eight or ten episodes and gave their stories room to breathe!

Anyone watching who’s never read The Silmarillion (or even the trilogy): who the fuck is Morgoth? What are the Trees?? What year is it??? What’s going on here??!? Again, the huge problem of adapting a larger story/universe when you only have partial rights…

Insert obligatory video game-esque troll battle that’s also a callback to the Moria scenes of the FOTR film. You can use the bathroom here and miss nothing.

Some proto-Hobbits, because why not? I did like the “hidden village” reveal thing, though!

I kind of love them?

There’s a lot to be said for the charm and appeal of the Shire from an audience perspective, the comfort of it (which is why the Scourging of the Shire is so thematically important and excising it was an irredeemable sin…but I digress), so I actually 100% understand why they included these guys. TTT is by far the bleakest book of the trilogy, my least-favorite, and the lack of the Shire is a huge reason why.

23 years later and I’m still not over the utter miscasting of Hugo Weaving. Visually, this Elrond isn’t really better. Why is Elrond so damn hard to get right??? And his hair is described as black!

The best costumes a billion-dollar budget could buy?

“Elf-lords only.” Such a dignified, Elvish thing to say…

Yes, Elves could be haughty and unkind; just ask Bilbo! But Elrond is an Elf-lord. Hmm.

Also…Elrond and Galadriel appear to be approximately the same age. It doesn’t matter that Galadriel is actually much older (and his eventual mother-in-law!), because TV is such a visual medium.

This is actually a larger overall problem. Because most of The Lord of the Rings takes place over the course of one year, an adaptation doesn’t need to hold the audience’s hand regarding the passage of time. But in this case, as Galadriel’s narration too-briefly mentions, events are taking place across hundreds and even thousands of years. Elves like Galadriel are significantly older than others, like Elrond, but unless you tell the audience that, they won’t know, and the story loses something as a result.

Even though this design is clearly based on Rivendell in the Jackson films, it is quite lovely.

Pretty!!!

How do Galadriel and Elrond know each other? They seem close. Inquiring minds want to know!

The content and context of this scene is meaningless, but I don’t care—it’s just so pretty!

Even though I know they get worse, for now I don’t really mind the proto-Hobbits. They’re obviously not Tolkien, but they’re an homage, and they’re fun/visually appealing.

The casting director gets a D+ for the male Elves. (Then again, they were poorly-cast in the Jackson films too.)

“And as a reward, you will all be exiled!” lmfao. Being shipped off to Valinor doesn’t seem like much of a punishment, though. Where do I volunteer?

Still, it makes sense that Galadriel, who (correctly!) believes Sauron to still be alive and a threat and who wishes to avenge her brother, would be upset about this. They’ve changed her backstory/motivations—which I hate—but her attitude does track with those changes.

Nuns??

This set design is magical, no notes.

Luthien??

She really is perfectly cast.

Elrond, one of the wisest and kindest of all the Elves, is being written as some smug royal enforcer. Just like the Jackson films wrote him as a grumpy, condescending overprotective dad. Sigh.

“[Evil] waits. And at the moment of our complacency, it blinds us.” I mean…yeah, that’s basically how it goes down in Middle-earth. Repeatedly.

Not Elrond mansplaining about Valinor to someone who was literally born there…

None of these people look like Elves.

“I’m going with you!” But why?!? This lady is a healer with a youngish son still dependent on her at home!!!

I really hate them saying “mum” instead of “ma” or “mama” or something similar. (I’d also hate it if they were saying “mom,” to be clear. It’s just so modern-sounding and breaks any immersion they’ve built so far.)

Wow, the hilt of a broken sword with Sauron’s symbol on it… Generic “halfling” characters I can enjoy as a homage. This is lazy writing. And see? I knew her son needed adult supervision. (It’s also a ripoff of Pippin and the Palantir.)

(muttering) None of these people look—oh, forget it.

Elves don’t age as Men do (or age extremely slowly/imperceptibly), so what’s going on with this dude?

Gorgeous, all.

Ents???

Galadriel jumping off of the ship and just…floating there in the middle of the sea is as silly as the naysayers said it would be. However, I thought the scene leading up to it was fairly well-executed, though I wish they’d done a better job animating the rain of silver glass that leads into Valinor…that image has always resonated with me.

The Good:

Many absolutely stunning visuals thanks to great set design (with Valinor of all places somehow being the least-impressive!) and, apart from some cheap/underwhelming looks, costume design that varies from good to great

A solid score that seems to be trying a little bit too hard to mimic Howard Shore’s from the films

Morfydd Clark, in her entirety; the writing for Galadriel might be awful in upcoming episodes, but her casting was inspired

I find the Harfoots whimsically charming, at least so far, especially Nori.

The use of Tolkienesque maps to indicate location changes

An attempt was clearly made, in this episode if nowhere else, to pay homage to the source material, even the source material they don’t have the rights to use outright (the Two Trees, Morgoth, perhaps Luthien)…it’s better than nothing.

The Bad

Every single male Elf is miscast; yes, I said every single one, from Galadriel’s brother to Elrond to the OC Arondir. Gil-galad and Celebrimbor look like they’re in their late 40s/50s, at best, and idk…there’s nothing “Elvish” or “ageless” about any of the male actors playing Elves. (Full disclosure: I don’t remember being impressed by the male Elves in the Jackson films, either.) I also saw someone say that Gil-galad looks like Liam Neeson in a mullet, and now I can’t unsee that.

Some really clunky dialogue

Lack of adequate backstory/exposition…but exposition in an adaptation like this is hard, because most of it is contained in The Silmarillion, for which they don’t own the rights.

Building on that theme, I appreciate the idea of “showing not telling,” however…did they ever tell us Galadriel’s brother name (Finrod)? Or that “the king” is Gil-galad? Or even suggest that there are a variety of different Elves in Middle-earth? A lot of people know these things, because we know Tolkien. But I’ve got to assume that a lot of others don’t. Heck, it took them until almost the end of the episode to name one of their OCs (Bronwyn).

Some worthless scenes, like Galadriel’s company fighting the “ice troll” in the mountains. Actually, the entire sequence in the mountain lair was badly-written.

I don’t care about the “forbidden romance” subplot between the OCs Arondir and Bronwyn…if they’d spent longer than a few minutes in the first episode establishing their relationship/characters, maybe I’d be more invested. (See my earlier complaint about unnecessarily short seasons—some stories need room to grow!)

Even though my criticism outweighs my praise, even though I’m a self-identified Tolkien purist, I thought this was…fine. It’s an absolute feast for the eyes, truly gorgeous to watch (even with all those woefully miscast male Elves)—visually, apart from a few moments of obvious CGI, it’s what I would expect/want from a Tolkien adaptation! My expectations aren’t high for the rest of the series. There are upcoming plot points that I know will disappoint, infuriate, and disgust me. But considering that I went into this episode expecting to loathe it, I was pleasantly surprised.

Besides, I’m going to keep watching no matter what to see more of Nori and Morfydd’s face. This also makes me want to finish The Silmarillion, which I have been starting and then “saving for later” since I was a small child.

[peachhoneii]

Princess Daisy seeing Luigi for the first time: We shall marry by evening

Actually, nah. Hear me out. Peach is hyper-competent and universally loved. When Mario meets her, she flips him, sure, but she immediately shows interest and hears him out.

Daisy is Peach’s Luigi, and if the film series wants to enforce women can be hyper competent rulers, Daisy should represent incompetent rulers.

I hc Daisy as spoiled, bratty, and impatient with potential for growth, which comes punching her in the face when her father is lost when Sarasaland is attacked. Daisy seems a Daddy’s girl too.

She’s completely out of her depth and is used to others (Daddy) making the hard decisions for her. Now, she’s ruler. Now, she has to be responsible. Now, her people are looking to her for guidance, and maybe some of them gtfo bc Daisy is known to NOT be responsible. She also has preconceived notions of what a hero looks, so when she sees Mario and Luigi, she is not impressed. At all. She heard the stories and thought they were taller, buffer. They ain’t that.

But they came running to call. They’re here to help, so she lets them help.

Whether they’re romantic or not, Luigi is going to play a significant role in her development. Green bean is gonna call her out. That’s what she ends up calling him fairly mockingly. Then it becomes a genuine affectionate nickname as the story progresses.

So yeah, Mario and Luigi probably don’t like her at first for valid reasons, but as their journey continues, she shows a more compassionate, energetic, and resilient personality her Dad always saw in her. She becomes decisive due to Peach’s influence too, and ultimately sets on the road of becoming the princess her dad always knew she could be. Emotional reunion and all.

Luigi and Daisy start out closer to Shrek and Fiona. They don’t like each other at all but gradually warm up and by the end, they’re obviously crushing on each other. Daddy’s girl to Momma’s boy. It’s adorable.

So yeah, that’s how I’d like for it to go. Daisy’s debut game only had Mario. I don’t think she appears in many if any main games. I’m curious if they’re going to explore that so called romance hinted in the spinoffs.

If Peach is the best she can be in her appearance without any flaws, let Daisy start off at her worst with her flaws overtaking her and grow into something better where her flaws are nurtured into strengths.

But she’s still Daisy. She’s brash and loud but generally sweet and loyal and strong af. That’s what Luigi loves about her.