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[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 29: Disguise

Yumi would’ve been a cute substitute name 💕

[plaindangan]

Not a smutt ask?!

Every master detective and friends as their way of letting out the stress, shopping, Seducing, playing games, training.

But when an innocent Yuma asks the question of who could be the best at something as trivial as arm wrestling, all hell breaks loose.

In the end they all engage in a tournament where the winner gets pride and small amounts of money. And considering how they’ve been getting so little payement so far, everyone is halara level of greedy~! And as a bonus, a smooch from the person of their choosing!

Chosen randomly by me.

Pool A : Pucci and Vivia

Pool B : melami and zilch

Pool C : Desuhiko and Yuma

Pool D : Fubuki and halara

Pool E : Yakou and Kurumi

Pool F : Aphex and Zange

Pool G : Makoto (that’s masked man, is name as very little importance and is revealed very early. So no spoiler.) and Shinigami

Each pool’s winner face another one chosen randomly, and one of the winners skip that phase (chosen randomly again)

Then the 4 remaining winners go into semi finals then the final!

No cheating nor usage of any death godess like strength! But of course the detectives are free to try any method to get the upper hand psychologically! It’s a battle of the minds too!

Now presenting the 1st Annual Mystery Arm Wrestling Tournament!

Round 1

Pool A: Pucci vs Vivia! Winner: Pucci! Only because Vivia wasn't interested in really participating and threw the match to get back to reading

Pool B: Melami vs Zilch: Winner: Melami! Totally not because she pet Zilch in-between his ears to take him off guard~

Pool C: Desuhiko vs Yuma! Winner: Yuma! Desuhiko spends the entire pre-fight, bragging about how he'll mop the floor with Yuma and all the others. He loses in about a second. Not because Yuma is strong either, but Desuhiko is that weak.

Pool D: Fubuki vs Halara! Winner: Halara! Halara actually tried to maybe suggest that, if Fubuki really wanted to continue further, she could pay Halara off to throw the fight. Fubuki never got the hint, so Halara gave up and won pretty easily.

Pool E: Yakou vs Kurumi! Winner: Yakou! Kurumi wanted to Yakou to arm wrestle her at full force despite the weight class difference. It went about as well as you'd expect.

Pool F: Aphex vs Zange! Winner: Aphex! It wasn't an easy fight. Zange had that old man strength in him, but Aphex own willpower allowed him to get the win.

Pool G: Makoto vs Shinigami! Winner: Makoto Without her death goddess powers Shinigami actually struggled a deal to win legitimately. She vows to get back at him (maybe in the form of feeding him Yuma's cooking).

Round 2

Pucci vs Melami! Winner: Melami! Pucci might've had luck on her side before hand but Melami is not the type to go easy on the shorter girl. She did promise to take Pucci shopping later to make up for her swift defeat.

Yakou vs Halara! Winner: Halara! Halara wasn't going to lose now and certainly wasn't going to go easy on their chief. Yakou is a bit embarrassed, but is glad he doesn't have to deal with this anymore.

Yuma vs Aphex! Winner: Aphex! Poor Yuma is in the corner getting his hand taken care of by Kurumi and Shinigami. Aphex never went easy and Yuma's hand paid the price for it.

Makoto won the random draw so he gets to move on without a fight (much to Shinigami's chagrin)

Round 3

Halara vs Aphex! Winner: Halara! It was a fierce back and forth between these two. Aphex really wanted to win and was putting all of his might into trying to pin Halara down. He might've won, but the promise by Melami for a french kiss if he won had him so flustered Halara got the win instead.

Makoto vs Melami! Winnner: Makoto! Despite how scrawny he looked, Makoto was good at keeping himself together and his time rested had him more than prepared to keep his ground. Without much progress gained and time heading into minutes, Melami decided to just forfeit.

Round 4

Halara vs Makoto! Winner: Makoto! The winner take all event was...pretty anti-climatic. Unlike Fubuki, Makoto immediately knew he couldn't beat Halara and quickly bribed them to just throw the match for the prize money and bit extra from Makoto After all, money to this masked guy was pretty useless and he was competing just for the other reward of a kiss.

And who ended up kissing Makoto? Why Yuma himself, much the outrage of Shinigami and Pucci, though Makoto didn't care (seeing Yuma's blushing face was quite the reward). Still, checking his food every now and again should be on his to-do list from now on.

(fun to write! I put rounds 3 and 4 through a randomizer to decide the victors. Makoto winning is just fate lining up)

[clevermird]

Review: Mahou Shoujo Oriko★Magica

The second of the numerous spinoff comics of the hit anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Oriko Magica follows Kyoko Sakura as she kills yet another witch in Mitakihara City. Only this time, there’s a survivor, a young girl named Yuma. Against her better judgement, Kyoko takes Yuma under her wing, but someone is murdering magical girls, and there might be a larger plan than simple serial killing at work. . .

This is probably the best of the Madoka spinoffs up until this point chronologically. The villains has an interesting motivation and some cool powers and it’s fun to see a softer side of Kyoko and a bit more of Mami. And the ending captured the bittersweet nature of the setting well. Oriko also has much longer chapters than Madoka or Kazumi, allowing each scene more time to grow properly and things to feel less harried.

The great bones of the story, however, have a shaky covering. I almost didn’t pick this one up at all after seeing the cover, which gives off mid-2000s “How to Draw Manga” vibes, and while the art inside is somewhat better, it’s still far from good. Similarly, while the fight scene choreography that I’ve complained about in previous Madoka adaptations has improved, it was still confusing enough that I found myself having to read each page a few times to understand what was going on.

Worst, however, is that plot points revealed near the end of the story make the entire thing feel pointless and inevitable, and not in a way that seems to emphasize theme or character. The story, it seems, just doesn’t matter.

In the end, while this one is quite enjoyable for fans of Madoka Magica looking to see more of the universe, it’s ultimately a forgettable side-story that doesn’t add much beyond a few cool magical girl designs and backstories.

Warnings: Oriko Magica features themes of slavery, suicide and child exploitation, as well as relatively bloody violence and the deaths of several teens, albeit all downplayed in comparison to its parent series. There is also a subplot that deals with parental abuse of a child, although only the aftermath is shown.

Rating: 5/10

[yuikomorii]

// Ok, let’s go!!

In another life, Shu is a first-year student at a Music College, having previously served as the president of his high school's music club. He works part-time at the Opera House, where he performs on the violin each month, attracting the attention of many admirers. He has a German Shepherd that his parents gifted him when he was younger, and he shares a close bond with his younger brother, Reiji. They always find a way to attend each other's special events. Shu's best friend is Yuma, and they used to skip classes to unwind elsewhere and discuss whatever topics came to their minds.

In another life, Reiji is a third-year straight-A student, well-known among both teachers and peers. He serves on the high school's council and has an impressive shelf of achievements displayed in the hallway, showcasing his success in various contests, from chess to languages. He enjoys helping others with their studies and has even started a private tutoring program specifically for those in need. His parents never compare him to Shu, or vice versa, as they recognize that each of them excels in different areas.

In another life, Laito is a second-year high school student and a member of his school's French club, where his impeccable accent captivates all the girls. In his free time, he showcases his keen fashion sense, with his OOTD reels and TikTok videos consistently drawing a lot of views, leaving many to wonder why he hasn’t yet modeled for any magazines. Despite the attention he receives, he is genuinely cheerful and friendly, loving his brothers and enjoying the company of new people.

In another life, Kanato is a second-year high school student with a remarkable talent for tailoring who has finally opened his own boutique. Supported by his classmates, parents, and brothers, he works diligently to prepare for his dream entrance exam to Fashion College. He has a soft spot for plushies and always appreciates receiving new ones as gifts. After finishing classes each day, he treats himself to his favorite cake from the nearby pastry shop as a reward to motivate him to work harder.

In another life, Subaru is a first-year high school student who may not be the most outgoing person you’ll ever meet, but spending time with his dear ones is very meaningful to him. For some time now, he has been contemplating whether to start learning how to play the guitar. Recently, he found a bunny outside during a storm and decided to take it in, giving it a new home. After school, you might occasionally spot him with a flower in hand, a gesture he enjoys making for his mother to express his gratitude for the way she has raised him.

This is basically how I imagine the Sakamaki brothers, if they were humans and didn’t come from abusive households. 🥹

// In another life, Ayato is a second-year highschool student from Tokyo who comes at school with Takoyaki everyday, is the basketball team captain, has a lot of friends and a supportive family, spends a lot of time on Instagram and Twitter, has a cat, is popular with both boys and girls, pics of him always go viral on Pinterest, likes hanging out and travels everywhere as much as he wants.

[harvestmoth]

Some more ideas because now I live under your bed

- The hospital trio have to do a lot of stretching and yoga to prevent rigor mortis

- Mitama and Mikage are freshwater, while Sayaka is saltwater.

- Oriko is a fortune teller with the power to communicate to the dead and tell the future and Kirika is her bodyguard

- Yuma is a zashiki warashi

- Kaede’s skin is wood like with mushrooms growing on her. She doesn’t really mind though.

- Kanagi, although being a vampire doesn’t die immediately from sunlight, only getting a really bad sunburn.

- Sana still doesn’t really get modern tech.

love all of these ideas as usual, youre a genius anon

hope you dont mind i scribbled two again

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

❌❌❌ Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT! If you are a minor or sexual nsfw makes you uncomfortable please do not read under the cut ❌❌❌

You've been warned❗️

Other diaboys' versions linked at the end :)

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Ruki

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He was better than this. More sophisticated than this. Yet as his length strained at his jeans and the images of you naked under him, begging for his touch became more frequent, more intense in his mind, Ruki knew his desire had won out. Unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down, Ruki grasped his member firmly and began to stroke. His lips briefly parted for a lewd sigh before he snapped them shut again, too prideful to admit his hand on his length was pleasurable. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the pillow, stroking himself slowly. While he had plenty of memories and fantasies to choose from, Ruki picked a rather simple one to focus on. You were on the floor, kneeling for your master like the good little livestock you are, taking in every inch of Ruki's manhood. Fuck, he could almost feel your warm mouth around his shaft, sucking him off. He imagined tangling his fingers in your hair as you looked up at him with your big innocent eyes, hoping to please your master. "Good girl." Ruki cooed into the darkness of his bedroom. He ran his thumb over his sensitive tip and shuddered, moaning quietly. Those eyes of yours got him everytime, how they looked at him with trust, hoping for his approval. You were a good girl. He wanted to cum inside your mouth, or even better, your womanhood, but instead he cursed and tensed as he released his seed into his hand. He kept his hand wrapped around his member, even as he softened, panting slightly as he came down from his high.

Kou

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His perfect little kitty cat wasn't there for him in his time of need, how cruel of her. Well, it couldn't be helped. Kou reached into his briefs and began to touch himself. You always looked so cute with a tail over your ass and fluffy ears in your hair. Kou cursed the fact that you weren't with him. Growing angry, Kou started to pump his length faster. He wanted to be inside you, he wanted to hear your delicious moans as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, he wanted your nails clutching at his back as he pleasured with his member, his tongue, his fingers. Getting too close to the edge and wanting to draw this out, Kou slowed his movements, slowly rubbing his length. He moaned when he hit a sensitive spot. "Fuck." Fuck going slow, he wanted to cum. Gripping himself firmly, Kou pumped his length hard and faster until he arched up and groaned as he orgasmed. He ran a hand through his hair, panting.

Yuma

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He supposed getting hard in the shower beat getting hard out of nowhere in public. Taking advantage of the fact that his length was already wet, Yuma gripped himself, leaned against the shower door, and started to pump himself. He groaned loudly, knowing the running water in the shower would hide his sounds. Yuma leaned his head back and closed his eyes, imagining he was thrusting inside you. His hand didn't feel as good as your tight heat gripping him, but it felt good nonetheless. "Fuck, Sow." Yuma muttered under his breath. In his mind he saw his length slowly disappear inside you as he filled you to the brim. Your mouth opened for a cry of pleasure while your face contorted with ecstasy, stretching in the most amazing way as his huge member filled you up. Yuma started to thrust into his hand, imagining he was thrusting into you. He rubbed himself vigorously, too aroused to go slow. He felt himself get closer...and closer...until he exploded, shooting his seed all over the wall of the shower. Yuma leaned back, panting. When the hell would you be home? Hell, why'd he let you out of his sight in the first place? He's bury himself inside you the second you got home, that was a promise.

Azusa

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Before you, Azusa wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the pleasure derived from touching himself, but he usually relied on his knives on his arms to give himself pleasure. But with you in his mind, remembering your slow love-making that was only last night, Azusa got completely undressed. One hand stroking himself, the other teasing his nipple, Azusa moaned softly. "Eve..." He closed his eyes and remembered last night as he made love to you slowly, hearing your whimpers and drinking in your beautiful face. He always remembered your love making so vividly because he enjoyed giving you pleasure and receiving pleasure in return so much. But what's more was the closeness, the love you shared as the two of you moved as one. You were always so warm to the touch, your whole body. Azusa ran his thumb over his tip and moaned. He turned on his side and rubbed himself slightly faster, enjoying the feel of his hand, though he wished he was making love to you. "Eve!" He cried out, unconsciously he thrusted and then reached his orgasm, moaning, his eyes squeezed shut. "Hah..." Azusa heard the door creak open as you entered your shared bedroom. "Make love with me, Eve." Azusa stretched, welcoming you into his opened arms

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Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated my loves! ❤️

[mikeys-thighs]

Somethin’ Wrong Here

Bishop x Reader

Summary: Bishop’s fiancee’s reaction to some the events in Season 4, Episode 4.

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol consumption, arguing/yelling

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This has been taking up space in my head since I watched the episode and I just had to write it out. No use of y/n or gender pronouns. Hope y’all like it despite it being an all hurt/no comfort...

Part 1 | Part 2

A text from Cielo had you angrily driving to the clubhouse. How dare that asshole you called a fiancé pull this kind of shit. All that drama with Canche and Yuma had caused a small rift in between you and Obispo; it was actually a bigger issue than either of you wanted to admit. You had been fighting constantly since the attack at the clubhouse, but you were patient and hoped things would work out soon. Well you were trying to but it seemed Bishop thought it was easier to drink his problems away. The wedding had even been pushed back a couple of months in the wait for things to calm down. Unfortunately things just seemed to be getting worse and not better, but as his old lady that is what you signed up for. You knew what you were getting into when you first fell in love with him. But you never expected this.

Your car all but screeched to a halt once inside the club gates. You took a second to calm down a little before leaving the car. It was important that you did not cause a scene until you confirmed what Cielo texted was true. If some random puta was actually putting the moves on him and he wasn’t shutting it down, there was going to be hell to pay. One more deep breath and then you were walking through the main door. 5 seconds. All it took was five seconds for your world to flip upside down. There was your old man doing shots with some woman you had never seen before. He was too wrapped up in telling her how he could keep up with her all night to even notice that someone had walked into the clubhouse. It was obvious to anyone breathing that those two were flirting and it instantly made your blood boil. The fucking audacity of this man.

You slammed the door loudly, finally gaining his attention. Bishop was also too far gone to even register that he was in some deep shit. You stomped over to where he was sitting with that bitch, and you were almost positive that there was actual steam coming out of your ears.

“Obispo Losa, you got a lot of fucking nerve.” You started not caring that you were drawing attention.

“Cariño! Sit down, have a drink.” He drunkenly smiled at you.

“Really that’s all you have to say to me! This is the first time I have seen you in DAYS and I find you flirting with some skank. But you want me to have a drink. Sure makes sense.” You were fuming at this point.

The rando chose to jump in “Seems like you could use one, sweetheart. Might help get that stick out your ass.”

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. Who the hell did she think she was? Was she part of the reason you were here right now? Yes, but you would deal with her afterwards.

“Excuse me. I don’t even know you gringita, Also I wasn't fucking talking to you, so mind ya business,” You snapped, “And you,” you turned to Bishop ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“Hey! Watch it. Treenie is a nice girl. She enjoys my company unlike somebody.” He cut you off. He no longer looked happy to see you; he was scowling now

“Fuck you. I love spending time with you. I don’t particularly like this version of you though.” You gestured to his current state. “I also don’t like receiving texts from Cielo about your drinking and flirting.” He went to defend himself, but your intense glare stopped him. “Don’t try to deny it, pendejo. I heard the little innuendo you both made just now. Not to mention the way you were looking at her. It is a look I am very familiar with.”

“I’m sorry, isn't he a grown man? He can do whatever he wants.” Treenie interrupted, a stupid smirk on her face.

“I thought I told you to mind your business. Butt in again and I’ll break your nose.” You threatened turning your gaze on her. A threat all the Santo Padre members knew you would act on and probably soon.

Bishop slammed his hand on the table,and you jumped at the noise. If he was mad at you before he was downright infuriated now.A shot glass shattered as it rolled off the table and you slowly met Bish’s eyes. There was nothing but rage and hate swirling in them, not even a smidge of their usual adoration. Even during your worst fights he had never looked at you with such contempt. He sternly pointed a finger at you.

“I told you to watch the attitude. Now I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you lately, but it ends now.”

You started to argue back but he stopped you.

“No! I’m talking, you’re listening. You don’t get to come in here and act like a fucking brat. This is my sanctuary where I come to find peace from all your fucking nagging. Except now I gotta deal with shit here, and at home.”

You could feel your face getting hot with embarrassment. It was one thing for you to argue in private, but something else entirely to do it in public. You could feel everyone’s gazes on the two of you. It was probably like watching a car accident . They knew they should probably look away but couldn’t.

This was not how you saw this going. Honestly you had no idea how it was going to turn out when you got here. You figured you would yell at him and maybe fight the bitch for trying to sleep with your fiancé. Then Bishop would’ve dragged to a secluded part of the clubhouse for a round of make up sex. So what happened next caught you completely off guard.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe there was a reason I haven’t been home? Huh? Well, I’ll tell you why. It is because I can’t fucking stand to be around you. All you do is bitch and complain about everything. The dirty dishes, the neighbors dog shitting in our lawn, picking the cake flavor for a wedding I DON’T EVEN FUCKING WANT!” He continued on but you stopped listening.

He didn’t want to marry you… That had opened the floodgates and you were quick to wipe the tears away. Was all that planning and how excited he seemed to spend the rest of your lives together a lie? An act he put on to keep you happy? Well if that was what he wanted then fine.

You swiftly took off the ring on your left ring finger and chucked it as his stupid head. It was enough to shut him up. The clatter of the ring seemed to echo in the dead quiet clubhouse. It also caused everyone in the room to unfreeze and turn away. You didn’t bother to wipe your tears as you stepped closer to him. With a gentle tug of his beard, that he didn’t deserve, you forced him to make eye contact with you. He had to know you meant what you were about to say.

“I hate you Obispo and I never want to see you again.” You turn on your heel and leave the clubhouse.

You had made it all the way to your car before somebody followed you. As you looked over your shoulder you saw it was Gilly. He didn’t say anything, just held his hand for your keys. You had no energy to argue, so you handed them over and got in the passenger seat. He sent you a small smile before driving away. Thankfully he didn’t try to start a conversation, you were too busy crying anyway.. After dropping him off, you drove to the closest hotel. There was no way you could actually return to the home you used to share with Bishop tonight. It would hurt too much. Although the hotel room didn’t do much to dull the ache in your heart either.

[nightowlfandom]

Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS 

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

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“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin. 

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?” 

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another. 

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you. 

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked. 

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!” 

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!” 

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you. 

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry. 

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower. 

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused. 

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” 

“Ayato~” you whimpered. 

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where. 

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat. 

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human. 

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.” 

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips. 

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free. 

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards. 

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

[paganminiskirt]

It may be just me, but people are weirdly harsh about their dislike of fc6 to the point where they cuss out anyone who asks them about it.

With the Far Cry games, I’ve found it helps to give the public opinion some extra time to form, but as things stand now I’d be willing to believe it’s not just you. 

Far Cry 6, judged as a singular entity, is hardly a bad game. It sold well enough to be credited for one of Ubisoft’s best financial years ever, and it has most of the drawing points of a successful Far Cry property but on a much broader scale, with little more than the usual drawbacks installments in this franchise have. 

If you want my opinion, I had a lot of fun with it. The scenery was lovely, the setting very intense, the characters entertaining if not exactly engaging. Even so, I found myself resenting the way they capitalized on Giancarlo Esposito’s success in their marketing only to turn around and give his character the short shrift when it came to number of appearances and quality of dialogue in the actual game. Anton is cool, his motivations are uncomfortably rational given the perspective he’s approaching from and he possesses a level of open pathos that’s always enjoyable in this series, but at the end of the day both he and his lieutenants were woefully half-baked. The people around him, especially Maria, needed more depth, and he needed more time to shine. (And they should’ve gotten rid of McKay altogether. Full stop. Like what was he even for.)

That said. Whatever Far Cry 6′s issues, it’s obviously not unplayable; note the aforementioned record sales. But at the same time, you are right, it seems like once people actually sat down and played Far Cry 6 they had a lot more vitriol to throw at it than they ever had for the last few installments. 

And that vitriol, like most things Ubisoft-related, was a fairly predictable step in a long term pattern. When Far Cry 5 came out, it garnered more negative press than the previous two games combined, though it’s gotten a light redemption in recent years. (Remember what I said about giving the public opinion some extra time to form?) New Dawn’s sales numbers were absymal by any standard, it’s reviews much of the same. The Insanity DLC was well received, with reviews in the high seventies, but as the nostalgia of the old characters and the novelty of the roguelite formula wore off, that average slowly began to go down: Control’s reviews rounded out in the mid sixties, Collapse’s in the fifties. The three Rite of Passage comics were more or less ignored after Vaas left the building. 

(Spoilers: it’s better that way. The first and third were little more than okay; the second was flat out subpar. Pagan Min got whitewashed, Yuma Lau was depicted as an adult wearing a full Kyrati military uniform in scenes where she was supposed to be living in China as a sixteen year old girl, and the already self-contradictory timeline of the Far Cry games grew messier by the page as Anton “leader of a functioning society that exists in conjunction with modern America” Castillo went around retelling the stories of characters who are supposed to have canonically witnessed the apocalypse. But I’ll get back to that later.)

That’s not to say that all of the backlash against Far Cry 6 has been reasonable.  As you pointed out, the level of aggression people are willing to levy at anyone who does have a favorable view of Far Cry 6 is both completely uncalled for and symptomatic of one of those ravenous internet outrage machines that swarm around any game that draws sufficient ire. Part of the negativity about Far Cry 6 is, in essence, more shallow tripe than genuine criticism. 

But that doesn't necessarily mean that Far Cry 6's poor reception lacks precedent. Over the past few years, the Far Cry series has started to lose it’s shine in the eyes of the public. Not because any one major installment in the series was, in and of itself, significantly worse than the others, but because the company producing this series refuses to deviate even slightly from the repetitive, masturbatory formula it’s been relying on for what’s now a decade. 

If there are few parts of Far Cry 6 that are bad, there are even fewer parts that are original. This is the sixth major game in the series, and the biggest one to date, being released with a marketing campaign designed to generate as much hype as possible alongside supplementary content that revisits old games. And while that succeeded in fulfilling Ubisoft’s main objective - to make them a lot of money - the content that was actually waiting at the end of all that build up was tragically uninspired. 

Anton’s character is a retread. His status as dictator is a retread. The DLCs are a retread. The fatherhood theme, the cost of war being dealt unto children theme, the nationalism theme, the animal symbolism, the jungle setting, the colonizer character, the torturer character, the hellbent-on-revenge character, the funny unconventional throwable, the drug trip mission, the crop burning mission, the casual misogynoir, the roadblocks, the vehicles and aircrafts and animal riding - hell, the scene where someone gets shot at the big bad’s opulent dinner table! All of this has been done at least once in the Far Cry games, if not two, three or four times by now. 

Dani is easily the best protagonist this series has seen since Jason Brody, but like... Dani’s character is passable, but it isn’t especially good. Definitely not as good as Jason’s was, and definitely not good enough to stand out amongst other franchise’ protagonists. Even as this series serves up a rehash of a rehash - like the production company is just that confident that it will keep being satisfying time and time again - Far Cry 6 manages to meet neither the standards of it’s oh-so-similar predecessors or those of it’s competitors.

The story refuses to change, the quality of the animation has gone down. The lore is in complete and utter shambles, with each new addition answering zero questions and creating five new ones. This issue in particular makes the current timeline much more difficult to get invested in, when it’s not retroactively butchering the old ones. (Did you hear? Apparently, Mohan Ghale was raising Lakshmana Min as his own when he murdered her! No, this is not what the text of Far Cry 4 says happened, but that’s okay. The makers of Far Cry 6, who were responsible for the Control DLC, didn’t actually write Far Cry 4. Or play it. Or seem to know a lot of important stuff about it.)

I’ve noticed a phrase that’s been bandied about more and more since 6′s release: “Peak Ubisoft.” The notion that this company’s products (all of them, not just Far Cry) are reaching a breaking point in their ability to stretch across various different games with different narratives without really changing anything significant. The usage of a standardized formula for every new game means most of the old flaws are not only still present, but exaggerated to the point of new unbearableness after getting copied and recopied for years on end without any installment thinking to address them.

Far Cry 6 is a good game, it’s worth playing. But it’s also the target of a collective discontent that has been brewing since Far Cry 4 - a game which, while generally agreed upon to be great, was also noted as a bit too similar to it’s predecessor, a criticism which would later prove to be a bad omen. Ubisoft never changed, they just doubled down, and now, three games into this formula, whatever hopes may have been persisting that the company would fix this - the lore problem, the repetition problem, you name it - have dwindled enough that the community is a lot less forgiving than it was the last couple times around. 

Which is discouraging to say the least. But hey, give it time. Like I said, these games often look better in hindsight. Far Cry 6 stands on it’s own two feet pretty well, and if it can do that, then there will probably come a time when it will be judged as an individual, instead of as the least attractive of a set of quadruplets. (Sextuplets? I don't know. Everyone seems to have silently agreed to ignore one and two.)

The YouTuber responsible for one of the best Far Cry 3 breakdowns to date, DJ Peach Cobbler, has made one full length review of Far Cry 6 (ignore the title.) I’d recommend it to anyone who’s interested, as well as another popular review of his where Far Cry 6 came up briefly as an example of a video game made by a company that’s suffering from stagnation. Neither video is accusatory, disparaging, or particularly brutal, which I appreciated. 

[yuriko-mukami]

Eli-chan and Yuri-Yuri: Sweet Little Moments Part 1

Yuriko met Elizabeth at school. Girls ran each other when Yuriko was carrying a huge pile of books and accidentally hit Elizabeth with those. Eventually, they started to spend more time together and now they are besties. 

Most of the scenarios are played with @elizabeth-virnien​ but in some cases there are other characters included.

~ The Beginning ~

01: The First Meeting

02: Yuriko Talks about Elizabeth to Her Father

03: Girls Eat Lunch Together

04: Girls Go for a Walk

05: When Ruki Kept Her up All Night | NSFW (A YuRuki fanfic written together with @/ruki--mukami​ , also @/dialovers-angelica​ is in story, based on an rp)

06: The Morning After (A YuRuki fanfic that is based on an rp with @/ruki--mukami​ and @elizabeth-virnien​ , edited by me, @/dialovers-angelica​ is mentioned)

07: Girls Build a Pillow Fort

~ Elizabeth Disappears and Comes Back~

08: Elizabeth Writes to Yuriko and Disappears

09: Yuriko Misses Elizabeth 

10: Yuriko Writes a Letter to Elizabeth

11: Yuriko Writes a Second Letter to Elizabeth

12: Ruki and Yuriko Write a Letter to Elizabeth (written together with @ruki--mukami​ )

13: Elizabeth Comes Back

~ Holiday Fun ~

14: Yuriko Visits the School Doctor | A Holiday Event 

15: Santa Costume Found | A Holiday Event

16: Elizabeth Gives a Christmas Gift to Yuriko

~ The Keisuke Issue ~

17: Yuriko Feels Lightheaded

18: Elizabeth Talks with Keisuke + Sequel

~ Girls Just Want to Have Fun ~

19: Girls’ New Year’s Party

20: Yuriko Takes Elizabeth’s Picture

21: The Ice Cream Party + Sequel

22: The Things Elizabeth Likes about Yuriko

23: A Mini Scenario with Elizabeth and Yuma

24: Yuriko Wants to Have a Pool Party + Sequel + Sequel 2

25: Elizabeth and Yuriko Talk about a Movie They Watched

26: Yuriko and Elizabeth Talk about Haruko

27: Elizabeth Draws Yuriko’s Picture

~ Yuriko’s Birthday ~

28: Elizabeth Gives Birthday Gifts to Yuriko

29: Elizabeth Arrange Fireworks Together with Maki (An ask from @wigman-san​ )

~ Valentine’s Day ~

30: Girls Plan to Make Valentine’s Day Chocolates

31: Yuriko Gives a Teddy Bear to Elizabeth

32: Yuriko Gives a Valentine’s Day Gift to Elizabeth

~ Elizabeth’s Birthday ~

33: Elizabeth’s Birthday

~ Shin Kidnaps Elizabeth ~

34: Shin and Yuriko Talk about Elizabeth (An rp with @ask---shin---tsukinami​ )

35: Maki and Yuriko Talk about Elizabeth (An rp with @wigman-san​ )

36: Eshita and Yuriko Talk about Elizabeth (An rp with @bobateasilverpearl​ )

37: The Pillow Fight at Tsukinami Manor

38: Girls Talk about April Fools

39: Elizabeth Asks if Yuriko Would Date Yasu or Nobu from Nana

40: Girls Talk about Nana 2

41: Yuriko Teases Elizabeth

42: Yuriko Tickles Elizabeth

43: Elizabeth Tickles Yuriko

44: Is Eli Getting Married?

45: Elizabeth Attempts to Style Yuriko’s Hair 

46: Elizabeth Wants Book Recommendations

47: Elizabeth Is Nuts for Shin

48: Elizabeth Has a Fox Video!

49: Yuriko’s Thoughts After Visiting in Banmaded

50: Boba for You

~AU Story~

01: Conversation with Eli-chan and Yuuto

[merryfortune]

3 Heart of Heartland

Written for ZeXal Rare Pair Week

Day 3. Second Chances | Past Lives | Ten Years Later

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! ZeXal

Ship: Obaashipping | Haru/Yone

Rating: T

Word Count: 911

Tags: Angst, Missed Connections, Minor Character Death, Past/Referenced Relationships

   They see each other less now.

   It can’t be helped. Their lives went separate directions. They built up new families with new people that they met later in their lives. They became their own women, not each other’s insatiable, possessive half as teenage girls were prone to becoming to one another.

   But when they did see each other, in privacy, not with others around. Certainly not with their children or their children’s children around as the bittersweet sparks were still there. That of the possibility if they hadn’t gone off the rails.

   Haru could raucously revel in the highs and lows of what she and Yone had gotten up to in their youth. Yuma and Kotori thought they were sneaking around and were up to no good, neck deep in trouble. Well sure there were no aliens back in her and Yone’s day, but Haru was still certain that what they had done could quite easily trump what trouble their grandchildren got up to. She looked back on it fondly. The pranks and the hullaballoos, the sharing of laughter when they were all messy and copping detentions on the chin. 

   That first kiss in the summer, played off as another joke… Haru could still taste the strawberry and vanilla balm that Yone had worn, feeling like a refreshing meadow in the sun in her skin. Her heart fluttered even now, giving her pacemaker quite the warning.

   But it wasn’t always in good nature, those whole-hearted times that were so long gone now. There had been abhorrent streaks of jealousy and pitches of possessiveness, treating one another poorly one minute and obsessively the next. Such were the highs and lows of adolescence. The strain was still present, even now, elderly and wrinkled, that many decades later. The cattiness and the claws, the half-lidded smiles so poisonous and yet so, so precious.

   Haru recalled Yone’s husband’s funeral. The way flowers were dispensed, given to the man now incinerated. She couldn’t help but draw a parallel to their wedding. She had caught the bouquet and in the whiff of those snow white flowers, Haru, a single woman back then and maid of honour, wondered if maybe they should have been hers to toss. Not just at her own wedding but at her and Yone’s wedding.

   Haru hugged onto that bouquet so hard, she wanted to squeeze out all her thoughts of jealousy or perhaps pining for the bride through it. Even then she was having regrets of what could have been. Closing her eyes, she saw flashes of what she wanted her own wedding dress to look like and what her own wedding cake would taste like. A gentleman not even in the picture of those imaginations

   Haru was content in how her life had taken her but these wonderings would remain, fray her mind and make her spiral years back at a time until she could swear she smelt how the air had tasted when she was just fourteen.

   She wondered what it would be like to kiss Yone again. Her eyes probed Yone as they spoke side by side, not overly acknowledging one another as they had company but Haru’s eyes, though dreary, remained. She caressed the wrinkles of Yone’s aged skin, her pock marks and her moles, the gnarls on her hands and her nails which shone so young still.

   Yone probably tastes of rice or meal, Haru wanted to snicker to herself but it would not be situationally appropriate at this dinnertime. Not in this instance, at the very least. She played with her own hands in her thoughts as she spoke more with everyone else at the table.

   It was good to see Yuma and Kotori getting along, that please Haru immensely. Always and always would. She stole another glance at Yone and such sweet musings shaded differently in the shadow of her profile. What a different relationship that pair would have had if she and Yone had gone a different course. One that had become so fraught, she would never wish that on her grandchildren, but at least lived experience had taught her that redemption waa possible.

   Those moments of saying sorry in between it all, patching up and mending down. Getting on with life and trying to ignore the years that they had lost being somewhere between not friends and lovers and exes.

   Haru felt her heart flutter again. Her misery began to dribble around her, like rain that won’t quite fall from a cloud. Again, that wedding that never was and funerals there could have been attended differently. Fights with reasons that were now lost to time and make-ups that were embedded dearly in her heart.

   It was all another life now, Haru thought to herself. A life that could have been lived completely differently with all the twists and turns that would entail, spiralling outwards infinitely as possibility was a multi-pronged thing like that.

   Haru surely knew, thinking of such things would bring her to an early grave so it was better not to dwell on the births and deaths of what could have been, now a past life entirely. All she could long for, instead, was what she had now before that autumnal twilight fell on both her and Yone, like their husbands before them, and enjoy the present life as fleeting as it was the older that they got. So, she encouraged the eating of seconds and a plate of dessert as well.

[pixelatedraindrops]

So here's a sick whump idea for you, ever heard of something called Costocondritis? The short explanation is basically an inflammation of the cartilage that connects the ribs to the breast bone it's very painful and gets worse with deep breathing and coughing and the cause is usually unknown but it can be caused by muscle strain or trauma.

From what my mom told me I've apparently caught it twice but I only really remember the one time I caught it which was ironically the week before I went on Christmas break when I was in Highschool. How it started out for me was that while I was ironically heading to gym class in the middle of the day when I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe,I started to panic because everytime I did it felt like I was getting stabbed by a million tiny needles in/on my ribs everytime and I MEAN every time it HURT SO MUCH. It was bad enough that my mom was called and I was taken to hospital by her and I was diagnosed with it and I was down for the count for two whole weeks,I had a cough as well so that just made things suck more and I had to take medicine twice a day for it as well (they big pills too I hated them so much qwq).

The reason I'm sharing this? Imagine if poor Yuma caught this he's really small and the coughs I had wracked my body to the point where I only stayed on the couch or my bed and I only got up when nessassary so they'd probably be pretty bad for him too. QwQ

Ooooh~! That's so juicy!! I'm more a fever kind of girl with illnesses, but there's something about picturing/seeing Yuma absolutely wrecked by coughing every few seconds that is just exquisite to me. 👌

(old edit bc I can't draw rn)

Also his body being tiny makes it so much better, his body would practically have palpitations every time he has a coughing attack. And not being able to move?? Heck yeah, he can be waited on by others and cared for <3 (also yes the trauma, this boy can fit so much of that into him)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

“YES, I CAN HEAR YOU”

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: could you write something angsty with angel or coco?

Warning: a little angst.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif isn't mine. Also, I didn't study anything about Medicine, but I like drama.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

You didn't see the car, but you felt how you flew off the motorbike, falling into the wet ground. Last thing you saw were two girls screaming and running to you, covered by pain. The agonic kind you feel before die.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

“What happened?!” Coco shouts crying when he finds the doctor. He's being followed by the crew, and Letti being supported by Chucky. She can't even walk without falling down.

“Johnny Cruz?”

“Yes, what happened?!”

“A car crashed her motorbike. She has several bruses, three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and... we had to induce her into comma. The helmet saved her life”.

The world falls down to his feet. His legs trembled. Tranq forces him to have a seat, while the crying of Letti floods thr hallway. The faces of the guys talk for them. Coco is sobbing with his head between his arms, shaking it. No air in his lungs for a few seconds.

“Is gonna get better...?” Creeper asks with trembling voice, something they want and they don't want to know.

“We don't know”.

“What do ya' mean, uh?!” Coco jumps off his sit about to take him by the coat. Taza and Riz hold him apart, trying to calm the youngest.

“Next... hours... are crucial”. The doctor replies scared, walking back two steps.

“Can we... see her?” Letti talks, leaving away Chucky, with her eyes and cheeks covered in tears. The man nods pointing the room. She runs, her father too.

Their lives fall apart when they find you. You're laying in the bed with a tube in your mouth and a lot of cables around your body: connected to some fingers, another in your wrist, two in your nose. The girl has to cover her mouth before start crying loudly. Coco wrapped in his arms tightly, giving her a kiss on top of his head. Angel can't go to the room, he's not ready to see you and it hurts his chest too much.

You've been there for them the last five years, always helping the MC with whatever they asked you for. And Coco's daughter is your bestfriend since you met each other. It's painful can't do anything to help you when you most need them.

“Sometimes, they can listen”. The doctor says, holding your medical record between both hands. “I recommend you talk to her as normal as possible. I mean, talk about how were your day, what movie you saw on tv...”

“Stay with her, brother. I'm gonna do all the paperwork”. Bishop puts a hand on his shoulder, stretching it for a second. “The club will pay everything”.

“You don't ha...”

“She's one of us, Coco. Club decision”.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

Yes, you could hear them.

Members of Stockton, Yuma and Samcro went to visit you. They talked you about how was going everything and telling you that, when you came home, a big party would be waiting you. The longest one with the four charters together. And you would like to smile, to say that will be amazing, but you can't.

Bishop, Tranq and Taza visited you every night. They laugh about something funny happened that day. Maybe Chucky left the crane on and destroyed a car. Maybe Angel got slapped by one of Vicky's girl. Or the recurrent story in wich they tell you that a cat went inside the clubhouse and broke a whole box full of beers, before lick it from the floor.

Riz, Creeper and Gilly went often. Every three or four hour you heard them saying “hi, pequeña, we're here again to bother you”. Sometimes they argued about what tv show is better, or talk about they wanted a new tattoo and you should choose it when you're awake.

The Reyes family always went together. Felipe was the optimist one. He used to tell you about his childhood and adolescence. Funny stories of an old man. EZ and Angel are like your brothers, so seeing you in that kind of conditions was painful. But they were there too, telling you everything was gonna be ok and how much they were missing you.

Letti and Coco made the hospital their home. Bishop ‘gave a present’ to have a bigger room with comfy sofas where they could sleep better. The younger was forced to continue with the high-school, being picked up by Chuky to go back to the hospital. Coco never left you, holding your hand, kissing you all the time. He also cleaned your face every morning and every night. Brushed your hair and put some of his cologne in your pillow to make you felt like you were at home. When he wasn't reading you ‘Hamlet’, 'cause EZ told him was your favourite book, making a lot of additionals comments like ‘shit, baby, everybody dies here’ or ‘what the hell is happening’; he mostly was in silence, blaming himself for what happened that night.

It was raining. A rare storm installed on Santo Padre and the surroundings. You were mad because you came home and he wasn't there, even when he promised you to make dinner and have some free time of the chaos. You had the accident on your way to the clubhouse. Two young girls were driving a car without license. They skipped a red light, tripling the allowed speed. You were there. And, like the doctor said, the helmet Coco gave you for your last birthday saved your life. One of those with full structure wich covered your head, face and neck. But your cross motorbike broke into pieces. But this was the less important.

Because of the shock and the pain, you had a kind of respiratory failure. Your lungs couldn't work. You also broke the left wrist and dislocated the right shoulder. Three splintered ribs, bruises around your body and a lash on the neck. The good news were that you only would need three months of rehabilitation and one for rest, after it. The comma was something preventive.

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“Dammit, mami! You look good in this white pajama!” Coco gives you a kiss on the forehead, laying on the hospital bed, when the nurses have showered you. He puts an arm under your neck, carefully, holding you next to his body.

As the days goes by, you have less cables connected. You also don't need a mask to breathe better anymore and the analyzes show positive results. The crew, your family, are happy and feels better.

“You know, we talked about marriage and this... bullshit, and no following traditions, but white is definitely your color, baby”. He has a smile on his tired face, stroking your hair. “We've to marry, you hear me?”.

Tears running again down by his cheeks, pressing his lips against your temple with all the love he feels for you.

“You...” Your throat is dry and it hurts a little, but you're feeling like life is giving you a second chance. So you take it.

“(Y/N)?” Letti jumps off of the couch, Creeper and Gilly walks to the bed. Coco is looking at you with his eyes opened like never before. Everyone is having a heartattack.

“Fuc... Fucking crybaby”. With a lot of effort you smile being sleepy yet.

“Baby! Mami! Can 'hear me?”

You nod one time, drawing a painful gesture on your face. Everyone goes crazy. Creeper shouts calling the doctor, Letti hugs you and Gilly starts to call the crew by phone. You can feel Coco's hand narrowing yours, kissing your lips once and again desperately.

“Shit, mami, you scared me”. He laughs in tears, while you try to put an arm on Letti's back. “How 'feel? Need something?”

“Wa-Water, please...” You mutter clicking the tongue.

Letti, literally, runs to the table three meters away to take a small bottle. Carefully she offers you directly to your lips with soft sips. Oh, god, it feels like heaven when the liquid falls down by your throat till your stomach. The headache is gone, as the pain that involved your body the last two weeks. The plaster in your wrist is a little uncomfortable, taking a look of it raising the heavy hand in air. You look around confused and kinda anxious. It wasn't a dream. You're really there.

“What happened? Where's my bike?” You inquire, turning your face to Coco with your mouth almost open. By his gesture you know he hasn't any good to say. Licking your inner lip, you nod.

“Two crazy chicks ran you ove’, (Y/N)” He stucks both ankles on the mattress, taking your hand between his to gives you some kisses. He closes his eyes stroking one of his cheek with it. You can see the black shadows under his eyelids and the beard in the jaw.

Moving yourself all you can, you take his other cheek with the tiny fingers, inside the cast around your arm, and a wince, bowing to him. You press your lips against his, softly, in a warm way. You need to say ‘thank you for being my anchor’ without words, and Coco can feel it. You love him. You love him the most and nothing else matters. Hugging him, you start to cry. He couldn't felt the pain in every inch of your body, but you felt every day his. And it was horrible couldn't say you were ok, and you were hearing everything he said to you, hold his hand or move your head.

“This wasn't your fault”. You say, brushing his lips with yours. “Don't say that again. It was those girls, not you Coco. Even the storm has more fault on it”.

“Must have been home, baby... Making dinner, waitin' you”. He shakes his chin, closed eyes, noses lifting perfectly as a puzzle.

“Coco, stop”. You demand kissing him again, before be interrupted by the doctor.

“(Y/N), is good to see you awake. How you feel?”

“Like I learned to fly in the worst way”. Trying to laugh, coughs some times. Letti smiles laying next to you. She missed you too a lot and, by difference, she was who talked you the most. Even Gaby went to see you.

“Sense of humor is a good omen. Do you wan...”

“Oh, god, please don't. I heard it a thousand times”. You beg for a moment. “Wrist, ribs, shoulder, neck, blablabla... How many time do I have to stay here?”

“If everything goes as good as now, maybe in one or two weeks you'll be at home”.

“You hear' that, mami? You should have your meds and do whatever doc' says, to come home next week”. Coco sounds excited, smiling for the first time since one month ago. He kisses you again all over your face, holding you in his arms.

“Enjoying your holidays?” Angel's voice sounds agitated, stopping at the door till your eyes meet.

In two big steps he reaches the bed, while Coco gives you some space to be hugged for the man with a biggest smile in his face. The crew start to arrive too. Jokes, laughs and kisses flood the room. You can see some colorful flowers around, even two huge balloons are floating in a corner. That probably was Riz's idea. You're pretty sure.

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“You good, mami?”

Lights off and one of your legs on his waist. Coco has you between his arms, tightly and warmly. You're finally home, in your bed, smelling again like your favourite human being. Happiness isn't enough to explain how you feel, hidding your face under his chin.

“I always am when I'm with you, papi”. You say in a whisper, tangling your fingers in his shirt to put him closer. “Will you read me tomorrow a little more of ‘Hamlet’? It was my favourite part of the day”.

“'Course I'll do, baby. I'll do anythin' ya' ask me for”.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 44

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(Neo POV)

Jaune Arc was a bit like Roman. Not much but it was there. They both had a similarly loose moral code. One I found I'd be able to live inside of.

They were both smooth with their heists. Jaune Arc had proven that, in and out, nice and easy. He got what he needed. He got what information he needed. He got the job done.

Jaune Arc, or Cloud Strife if he prefered, it didn't matter to me, had shown that he knew the stakes when he tortured and killed people to get what he wanted. That proved he was trustworthy. He knew what the world was like.

It compelled me to follow him, more than the money had and as much as the promise of revenge against Cinder Fall, the woman who had set up my Roman Torchwick. Who got him arrested. Who undermined his authority. The list went on.

She'd set up Roman to die and for that I needed my vengeance. Cloud Strife got that. He understood. So even with this little detour if he still got me in a position to watch her die, then I could live with it. Hell, I'd even help with it. He made it sound important, even necessary. What with tales of how he was being mind controlled by Cinder's own boss.

There was always a bigger fish. Everyone always had a boss.

I watched him smoke. Roman Torchwick had been a heavy smoker, too. Nicotine, instead of Marijuana. Same-same but different.

What was with me and metrosexual men? Cloud Strife's piercings were as bad as Torchwick's mascara. It was a good look though. There was no denying that.

They both tried to control me. Which was fine, I guess. Cloud Strife played things fast and loose unlike Torchwick. Cloud was also a tad mad. He spouted about his mother controlling his thoughts. His mother being Cinder's boss. He was a touch insane, he rode sanity like a knife's edge and I wasn't sure whether he was going to end up cutting himself on it. He was on board with my more sadistic pleasures. He even, dare I say it, appreciated them. Roman never did that. Roman preferred to leave all the torture to me. Cloud got his hands dirty with it. It was like a change in scenery. In the end it was not so different.

I held close to him as he rode. The trees slowly went by to the steady beat of the horse's hooves.

Unlike Roman, Cloud Strife was a competent warrior. In fact, he was mostly a fighter first and a criminal second. It had been the reverse under Roman.

Cloud clicked his tongue and the horse came to a slow stop.

"And who are you little lady?"

I thought he was talking to me for a second. I peeked out around him. There was a little girl in the middle of the road. She might have been thirteen, maybe fifteen. What? I didn't know kids' ages. She was armed though. A massive shuriken in one hand and a sort of shield-gauntlet down the other arm. Her posture was one that indicated imminent violence.

"I'm a dust thief."

"I'm sorry," Cloud sounded bemused. "We don't use dust." I knew he had some pure crystals on him and that he knew how to use them. He was lying. He did so easily enough.

"Yeah right. A couple hunters like you. I bet you're loaded with it."

"You're mistaken, little lady."

"I'm not a lady."

Cloud tapped his pipe out and dismounted. He pocketed the pipe at his belt near the blue and gold lamp he carried. I watched from my seat, even this was giving me flashbacks to another little girl and another criminal mastermind. He took calm steps towards her with heavy boot falls. "You're a bandit, then?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"Couple a huntsman types like me are supposed to get rid of bandits like you. You got support in these trees?"

"No it's just me. I'm going to take your dust."

"Just you," I heard the frown in Cloud's voice. "I don't buy it."

"It doesn't matter. I'm robbing you!"

"Seriously, where's your back up? I'm not playing around, kid."

"Neither am I. I'm a huntress, I don't need back up."

Cloud rocked on his heels. "I'm being pranked."

She let out a battle cry and rushed him and he swiped her shuriken to the side and knocked her into the dirt. He didn't even draw his weapon.

Tan aura flared over the little girl when he swept her leg with one of his. I just watched from where I sat sidesaddle on the horse.

"Look kid I'm looking for a place called Wutai, you heard of it?"

She rose back to her feet with a fire. "Shut up. I'm not a kid. And of course I've heard of it."

"Good, you can lead us there."

"I'm not doing that. We-we're fighting!"

"At best I'm fighting you. And I feel bad the entire time I'm doing it."

"I bet you're scared of me!"

"I'm petrified."

"What?! I'll show you!"

She flung the shuriken at Cloud but he just spun so it bounced off his shield on his back. The little girl caught it again when it rebounded.

"Come on kid, I'm trying to take it easy on you. Don't make me get violent, now. What's a helpless kid like you doing this far from civilization? There could be bandits out here."

"I'm a bandit out here."

"You're really not," Cloud said, pityingly.

She tried to swing her shuriken at him but he stepped in and caught her by the arm. He kicked her legs out from underneath her again.

He ripped the shuriken out of her hands once she was on the ground.

"Hey! You spikey haired jerk!"

"Let me guess. You got aura so now you think you're invincible. You think you're hot shit." Cloud was teaching her a lesson it seemed. Well, he seemed sane enough for the moment. Cloud had moments where the crazy in him shone through. Moments where I wasn't sure he'd kill me just for the sheer pleasure of it.

"I have a semblance!"

"Everyone does."

She tried to rise and he put a heavy boot in the middle of her back.

"Hey-yuh!"

"Give it up, kid," Cloud said calmly. He watched her struggle for a few moments.

It was like watching a pinned ant. And I thought I was cruel.

I'd never tortured a little kid before. Some young people sure but never anyone as young as this girl seemed to be. I'd killed some pretty young people too but again not as young as her.

Not that what Cloud was doing was violent or even torture. He was just holding her down until she gave up. He was sparring her life because he was strong and she was weak.

"Neo," he called out. "Catch." He tossed me the shuriken. I caught it easily enough.

"Ugh! Fine!"

"What was that?"

"I said fine! You win or whatever!"

Cloud took his boot off her back. "You'll take us to Wutai, then."

"Um-" she glanced over at me where I held the weapon. My parasol was propped against my shoulder to ward off the sun. "Can I have my weapon back."

"Ask me nicely and I'll consider it."

"Ugh! Can I have it back, please?"

"After you take us to Wutai, sure. You can even think of it as payment."

Cloud walked over and grabbed the horse's reins. The whole confrontation had been so nonviolent the horse hadn't been disturbed.

He began to lead the horse beside the kid. "Well go on. Lead the way."

"It's not like it's far or anything. I'll show you."

The girl began to stride alongside Cloud.

"Have you been a hunter long?"

"Just a couple of years," Cloud answered her. I filed that information away. Cloud really hadn't been at this all too long. Some people's semblances and powers developed even more. Cloud's was definitely the type that was nebulous enough to do so.

I took the girl in now that she was closer.

She wore a white headband with a green sleeveless turtleneck which showed her stomach not unlike my new clothes. She wore orange fingerless gloves and bright orange shoes.

She watched me lash the shuriken to the horse's side. I wasn't going to carry it the whole time and Cloud didn't seem to mind in the slightest. He was pragmatic, like Roman.

"You're really strong. Like my father."

"Your father eh?"

"He's the leader of Wutai."

"It's a good thing I didn't rough you up too much, then. You got a name kid?"

"It's Yuma. Yuma Kisaragi. Not kid."

"Sorry Yuma. Well, you steal from hunters often?"

"Not really. I try and it never seems to work."

"Probably for the best."

"That's what my dad always says."

Unlike Roman, Cloud had a way with kids, it seemed. Some women liked that but I couldn't really get it.

"So what's your name?"

"I'm Cloud."

"And who's the lady with you?"

"This? Oh this is Neo. She doesn't talk much."

Ever. She doesn't talk ever.

"What kind of weapon do you use?"

"Just a sword and shield."

"That's pretty plain."

"I'm a pretty plain guy."

"I use that shuriken."

"I saw. You're not so bad with it."

"You really think so?"

Cloud nodded. "A few more years and you'll be in a pretty good place."

"That seems like forever."

"You'd be surprised how fast time goes. Keep at it."

"Ugh, you sound even more like my dad. Do you have a semblance.

Cloud gave her a slow nod. He seemed wary of talking about his semblance. That was wise of him. To prevent anyone from figuring out his weaknesses.

"Can you show me?"

"I wouldn't. It's pretty lackluster."

I snorted. Cloud had won the superpower lottery. Limit Breaker made him damn near unstoppable. I had yet to see him really use it in force. He beat me by standing still and his weapon had another form. I was sure of it though he had yet to use it against me.

"She doesn't seem to think so. I bet your semblance is pretty great."

"Well thank you kindly." Cloud did a southern Vale accent. "But you know a semblance is only as good as it's wielder."

"Then I'm going to have the best semblance."

"I thought you said you had it already."

"I well-" the kid stammered. "I haven't quite unlocked it yet."

She didn't have it, then. Didn't have a clue. Damn, kids were a bother.

"Bluffing, were ya?"

"Maybe a little.

The kid was annoying. I wish he'd dump her already. But I guess he must have some kind of plan in mind for her. Maybe for getting in the leader of Wutai's good graces.

"You ought to be more careful. If I was somebody else I might have hurt you."

"Yeah, yeah. I'd have managed some way or another. I'm a huntress," She repeated.

"Even hunters die."

"Hunters like my dad always seem so strong, though."

"Until they fight another hunter. The matchup could be bad for them and when they lose it's for keeps."

"Really?" She sounded like she couldn't believe it.

"Only all the time."

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"Dad, dad!" Yuma went running out into the village.

"Oi! I thought you wanted your weapon back!?" Cloud called out to her.

"Oh that's right."

Reminded, she came running back in those bright orange shoes for her shuriken. An elderly fellow came out from the largest house to see us. Middle-aged and with the gentle thrum of aura and nothing to prove.

Cloud handed her her weapon back, unstrapping it from beside the horse.

"Payment done. A pleasure doing business with you."

She beamed up at Cloud.

"Hail stranger. What are you doing with my daughter?"

"She tried to ambush us on the side of the road. Something about taking our dust. I'm not really sure." Cloud smiled easily.

"Yuma…" The man growled. He bought our story easily enough to make me wonder about the young girl's habits.

"Dad this is Cloud. He's a hunter. He's really strong!"

The kid didn't know the half of it. Cloud was cunning and he was brutal. I remembered him snapping that guy's fingers like pretzels. Plus he shattered aura and killed without hesitation. Roman wasn't like that.

"Hush now Yuma. I apologize for the trouble my daughter caused you."

She loudly humphed but did as her father bade.

"No harm, no fowl," Cloud replied easily.

"I appreciate you taking it easy on her. I am Godo Kisaragi."

"I'm just glad I found her before some bandits did," Cloud said, an easy smile on his lips. "I'm Cloud Strife. This is Neapolitan, just Neapolitan," he introduced us to the Dono of the town.

"I must ask since we don't often get strangers this way, what brings two young hunters out here?"

"I'm looking for Merlot's laboratory. Do you know of it? Do you know where it is?"

"I do. It's a place of true abominations. I must ask what ever for? No one has been out to see the laboratory in years. What business is it of yours?"

"He and I have unfinished business. I'm looking for him and I have to start somewhere. I got wind of this lab and made it a part of my agenda."

"What of the little miss on the horseback, Neapolitan was it?"

"Oh, she doesn't talk." Cloud went on with that same relaxed smile. I suppose he and Roman both had a way with people. "I've been her mouth piece, I suppose."

It was a good skill to have in our business.

"Indeed, you treated my daughter well. That's reason enough for me to like you. Why don't you come in for tea and we can discuss Merlot and his laboratory. Yuma, go get tea started for our young guests."

Cloud tied the horse off and helped me down off the horse's back like a gentleman. He left his weapon at the door meanwhile I folded my parasol neatly and attached it to my waist such that the blade of the sword-stick was in easy drawing distance. Cloud gave me a warning look but said nothing about it. No doubt he was slightly happier with one of us armed but he wanted me to start no trouble.

Fine by me.

Godo led the way inside and Yuma disappeared into a kitchen to put water on to boil.

"What do you intend to do with his laboratory?"

"Destroy it, probably. Along with the Grimm he left behind."

"No mean feat. There's a reason the laboratory is mostly abandoned and left alone by us. We tend to skirt the edges of it when we need to go near it at all."

"I take it he's no longer here, then."

"No one has seen him in months. It's likely he left some time ago, leaving only augmented monstrosities behind and a building."

"He augmented the Grimm?"

"Some. Others are vaguely human, creations of his laboratory that were deemed failures in his eyes. He set them loose on the landscape. We've been dealing with them for years now."

Cloud's eyes narrowed. Yuma came in with hot water and poured some tea.

"Sorry," she murmured after she spilled some. She wiped it down with a spare cloth she was using to hold the kettle.

"You're doing fine," Cloud returned.

I drank some of the sweet tea. It tasted fine, even if tea wasn't quite my, well- my cup of tea.

"I need to get in there and find out where he headed next," Cloud said. "Know thy enemy and all that jazz."

"Why? If you don't mind me asking."

"I- he hurt me. His work did me harm. It's a touch personal. He got some of my friends killed, it was in a roundabout way but he's still at fault."

"Ah- forgive me then."

"There's nothing to forgive." Cloud took a sip of his own tea. "It's good. You did well, Yuma."

She blushed like a school girl under his praise. Cloud was good looking I suppose. And he didn't even need Roman's makeup to pull off his looks. The earrings made him look a little effeminate but it was countered by his wide shoulders and arms. His frame simply wasn't that of a woman's. With wide shoulders and narrow hips.

He cut a dangerous figure.

"Well, I never thought hunters would come out to help us with our little problem."

"Don't get my motivation twisted."

"I shan't," Godo said. "You are out for vengeance. At least your motivation is understandable. And who better to be the target of your rage than Merlot? At least in my eyes. All the same, if you can remove this looming threat, I shall sleep better at night."

"I suppose. Tell me about the laboratory."

"It's built to withstand punishment. It's crawling with green Grimm. Modified by Dr. Merlot. The humanoid Grimm lurk deeper into their territory. They are fast with wicked claws and a sort of malicious intelligence."

"Are they self aware? Do they plan and communicate?"

"No. And not to my knowledge. Anything is possible with old Grimm but I do not see them as capable of such."

"Always good news. I'd hate to fight them if they were truly person-like."

"They are not. They are wretched, desperate things. Could you imagine a human Grimm?" Cloud took a long drink of tea. He'd mentioned the possibility that he had Grimm to his nature himself. Talk of this lab only seemed to back that up. Well, it certainly explained his psychosis. "Capable of walking amongst us? Of talking?"

"Terrifying," Cloud agreed. "It's what I had been afraid of when you mentioned human Grimm."

"They are nothing like that. Though they are dangerous. They are more like Grimm in the shape of a person rather than person-Grimm." Some Grimm took on attributes of the creatures they looked like. Cloud seemed content that this wasn't the case with these artificial Grimm.

"It sounds like they're monsters all the same. I can destroy them if that's all they are."

"I would warn you not to be arrogant but I can tell you are confident in your abilities. Many people have underestimated their speed and suffered for it. They occasionally make their way North here to the village."

"Just wandering? Or in real groups?"

"Sometimes one and the other."

"I can't promise to kill them all, just to cut a path through them to the lab."

"That's more than I could have asked a sane person for. I'm not as fit as I once was. I was slowly dwindling their number as they splayed out and little more. Your presence and assault will be a great boon to us. Wutai will be in your debt."

"I wouldn't sweat it. You don't have anything I want. Except those directions to the lab."

"Of course."

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-WG

[lazyacey0224]

Yuma Birthday scenario (Demon AU)

I wrote this for celebration for our farmer boy’s birthday and I couldn’t help myself, so I did an AU and sort of part two to the other Demon AU I did with him. It is a smut, so it’s under cut, but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

Seeing the girl getting close and friendly with other humans whilst they were out spiked a familiar but unwanted feeling within himself. He was jealous, possessiveness spiking over his human.

"You made a pact with me. You're mine, no one else's." The rough touches left you moaning and breathless as you lay helpless on the bed. Yuma groping any skin he could, digging in his fingers and nails, scratching, biting, sucking, kissing, marking what was his, all while you could only let out your voice and grip at the sheets beneath you.

"Only I can make you feel this way. That expression is only for me. You should only look at me." Nearly much growling, shifting into his demon form, he immediately wrapped his tail around your thigh to keep you still and from escaping and held both your wrists in his one hand above your head.

"I'll show you that I'm the only one you need." Grinning, he ripped apart your clothes to give him access to more flesh. "Only I can do this to you." Feeling fingers stroke your folds through the material of your underwear, you began breathing heavier. A gasp was then elicited when your underwear was also ripped away, allowing skin on skin touch.

Two of his thick fingers plunged deep within you, causing you to throw your head back slightly and a few mewls to slip out as he begun to move them. Chuckling, Yuma kept his pace painfully slow, tormenting you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, before leaning down to attach his lips to your neck, sucking a mark harshly.

“Yuma please.” Your begging only got yourself a grin from the demon as he hovered over you once again, enjoying your expressions of desperation. Ignoring your longing, wearing a malicious smirk, Yuma took pleasure in your yearning, frustrated moans slipping from your lips. To indulge himself, Yuma met his lips to your neck once again, biting down your neck and across your collarbone, delivering harder bites every second one to mark your flesh.

“As much as I love seeing you desperate, I’m getting a bit impatient now.” Drawing himself away from your form, Yuma made quick work of removing his clothes before caging you back on the bed. “Let’s hope you can satisfy me and enough for me to forgive you.” Yuma spoke, voice low and malevolent, pumping himself, savouring your distressed look a little longer.

“Please Yuma. I need you.” Your voice was quiet as you lay there waiting, before finally feeling Yuma’s tip brush against your entrance. He only smirked as he thrust all in one go, bottoming out and watching you writhe under him, struggling to adjust from the sudden stretch. Wasting no time, gripping your hips securely, nails biting into the bare flesh, and tail curling and grasping around your middle, Yuma began delivering deep, harsh thrusts, albeit slower than expected.

“Open your mouth.” From Yuma’s demand, you did so, connecting in a hot, passionate kiss, tongue mingling, as the demon picked up the pace, keeping the hard plunges into your core. Along with the fleshy sounds from Yuma’s merciless thrusts, moans from yourself and grunts from Yuma filled the room, as you felt yourself slowly losing yourself, more and more. Pulling away from the kiss, Yuma gazed down at your form, eyes glassed over, pink staining your cheeks, chest heaving from your pants and hands clenching the sheets side your head, your form under the shadow created from his wings spread.

“Only I see this lewd display of your’s.” Pairing with the possessing words, Yuma’s movements seemed to quicken as much as was able, reaching your depths and stroking over that sensitive spot within. Head thrown back, your neck put on show the bright red marks Yuma had created, causing him to lean down and bite down again, sinking his sharp canines into the side of your neck. From that, a knot tightened within yourself as Yuma continued thrusting viciously, chasing his own release.

Your hands reached up and tangling themselves in Yuma’s hair, brushing against his horns, mewls growing louder signalling how close you were. Sensing this, rising up from your neck, Yuma grinned, tightening his tail around your abdomen and gave a few rough thrusts, throwing you over the edge, and taking great pleasure in seeing your expression.

While you were riding out your orgasm, your were beginning to be overstimulated as Yuma was still finding his own release. He paid no mind to you, instead enjoying the moans falling from your lips as you were dragged along for the ride. After several more ruthless thrusts, you felt Yuma’s warmth filling you, spilling out of you a little and you were left heavily panting beneath him on the bed.

“You did well.” He surprisingly praised you, one hand removing itself from your hip, forefinger collecting your mix of cum and slipping it into your mouth between parted lips. "Don't think I'm done with you. It's gonna be a long night for you.” Emphasising what he said, you felt his hips moving once again, and you could only let yourself fulfil his wants, not having the strength to oppose him.

[yanderecandystore]

what character of yours you like the most? well, a bit more, if all of them are "as equally loved"?

This is probably the first time someone ever asked me this, which is honestly pretty exciting? I'm really sorry, but I love rambling about my characters-

Well, I do see them pretty equally? Especially the oc pairs, ya know? The pair of oc delinquents, the pair of oc bullies, the pair of oc teacher, etc- I see them all in a pretty similar light, even if I can tell who is (probably) the most liked from the combo (like Jack is generally the more popular of the delinquent characters).

I really like Tatsumi in general, I was planning on adding his Bio but I didn't even start with his profile drawing yet ;-;. He is the one character with the personality I like the most, and his body type helps me play around with his clothing, since he is a plus size fashionista.

Ibu is the best boi in my opinion. And I like whenever someone asks for a Yuma headcanon, because they're simply filled with chaotic energy.

I love the twins because I try to make them go from anime bullies to bratty gremlins every 5 seconds.

It's easy to see that the teachers are the only kinda "okay" or "stable" characters. Like- They aren't as completely insane as everyone else.

Ingrid is new, yet I still really like her. And Abigail is an evil bitch that I love writing for.

The Collector is fine. But whenever he isn't transformed or disguising himself I laugh a little remembering how bizzare his true form is lol.

And then we have ghost boy, who is literally the outcast-

Sorry for rambling so much, but I love to imagine my characters fighting over who is the best boy/best girl? They all sass each other out and stuff, and ghost boy is sad because he is the most forgettable out of everyone.

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