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ilsanslut · 1 year ago

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TREAT YOU BETTER! [2]

♰ featuring: itoshi sae + itoshi rin [blue lock]

♰ note: do i even need to mention how anticipated this part was? i will mention though, that it did take me quite some time to write this and i tried to proofread it to the best of my ability, but i do apologize if there are some minor errors. lastly, sorry for putting it off for so long due to my hiatus, i hope you all enjoy!

sypnosis: the itoshi brothers punish you for your 'infidelity'. wc: 6.5k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. fem/fem-bodied reader. POST BLUE LOCK. rin is 19. sae is 21. sibling rivalry. implied thick/chubby!reader. EXTRA MEAN!RIN. possessive!rin. cocky!sae. bully!itoshi brothers. they are both assholes in this fic. PRIOR MENTIONS OF CHEATING. degradation. unprotected sex. fingering. squirting. rough sex. DUBIOUS CONTENT. spanking. dacryphilia. slut-shaming. groping. double-penetration. implied size kink. skull/throat-fucking. choking/borderline asphyxiation. minor angst. hair pulling. manhandling. breeding. excessive mentions of drool/spit + rin's focused mode. IMPACT PLAY (face slapping, tit slapping, cock/pussy slapping). basically, they really fuck you up but they swear it’s out of love. aftercare! ꒷꒦

view part one of TREAT YOU BETTER here: part one.

If purgatory was real, you were most certainly in it now. Penalized for your past life's sins and transgressions, you were chained and perched atop a platform before your accusers, between the heavens and the depths of hell. Except now, that platform was Rin’s bed, and the only eyes upon you were his and Sae’s—the latter of which continued to bore into your own as the rhythmic slapping of his hips against your ass refused to cease. And even now, there was that sickening twinkle in his eyes, full of sinister joy as he basked in the warped satisfaction of your psychological suffering. How lovely he found you, those plump tears streaming down your ruined cheeks—if he could, he would frame that photo for his foyer. How your plump brims continued to babble out pleas for him to stop, for him to slow down, to please let you catch your breath so that you could process the situation you found yourself in, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Not until you creamed around his cock in front of your pretty lil’ boyfriend, that is.

While you, on the other hand, were currently battling the inner turmoil the two demonic brothers were putting you through. In your head, Rin’s word’s played on a loop like a broken record, plagued to repeat that same damned phrase over and over again. ‘You told me you would wait, Nii-chan.’

They plotted against you, laid out the trap, and like the oblivious bunny you are, you stumbled right into the wolf’s den.

“Y’see this, Rinnie~?” Sae drawled breathlessly, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your hair to cup your jaw, manipulating your head in his sibling’s direction while he placed his chin atop your shoulder. Forced to once again meet the eyes of your lover, you would immediately notice the contemptuous and repulsed glare he used to stab into you like a searing, hot iron blade straight into your heart. But you could never miss the desire beneath his teal eyes—desire that almost turned his current enmity for you into lust. Should you venture to cast your eyes any lower, you would also observe the brewing tent inside his sweatpants, pushing the fabric to its absolute limit.

“What d’you think is making poor Y/N cry like this, hm? The fact that she’s been caught in her infidelity or this fat cock pummeling her tight cunt?” You could feel Sae’s wolfish grin against your flesh as he spoke, dragging sharp canines across the skin of your shoulder as his own teal oculars met his brother’s.

“Both.” Rin stated bluntly before his expression would twist sourly, his upper lip curling into a sneer while his eyes narrowed on you with malicious intent. “Though if I were to guess, I bet it’s your cock since she’s a little cockslut who can’t be satisfied with just one man’s dick.” He spat as he reached his hand up to undo the zipper on his windbreaker, pulling it down slowly to reveal his equally, if not more, built form than Sae’s.

“Oh~” Sae jeered much to your chagrin, slowing the pace of his hips so he could press himself flush against your ass and languidly hump his cock into you. Unfortunately, you were unable to keep your delighted mewls from slipping past your brims as his thick cock caressed your fluttering walls. “Y’hear that, princess? Even your boyfriend thinks that you’re a cock-addicted whore.” He used his grip on your hair and chin to mockingly shake your head back and forth, feigning pity in his tone to add more fuel to your smoldering fire.

He leaned into your ear, soft lips pressing right against your lobe as his teeth captured the soft flesh between his teeth, snarling lowly. “How d’you think he’d feel knowing that you were about to make a mess on my cock, huh?”

Amidst your whimpers and pleasured mewls, you frantically shook your head, trying your hardest to deny the accusation as Rin’s fixed glare on you only grew more scrutinizing. “M’not, m’not gonna—!” On the contrary, your body would deny your vehement retorts made prevalent by your quivering thighs, heightened moans, and the sinful way your walls clung to Sae's cock.

“Don’t fucking lie to me” Sae hissed in your ear, releasing his grip on your chin to quickly swat the fattened flesh of your breast, drawing a squeal from your lips. “Y’don’t think I can’t feel this greedy cunt sucking me in? Trying to milk me of everything I have, huh?”

“N-No! Ngh~! Sae, I-I can’t—”

Your cries were silenced when an opposing hand would soon grip your chin, forcing your gaze to meet the second set of teal eyes belonging to none other than Rin. He glowered down at you, his blunt nails digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. Even with your strong reluctance to acknowledge it, Rin's intense gaze was enough to make you clamp harder around Sae.

“Cum on his cock, Y/N.” He ordered, his voice barely above a twisted growl. “It’s the only thing pretty sluts like you are good at, right?” His grip loosened for naught but a second to drag the pad of his thumb across your drooling and babbling brims. “Unless, you’re not . . . care to try and prove me wrong?”

You tried—you really, really tried—to hold back your orgasm, to prove Rin wrong, but the tantalizing way Sae pounded his length into you was intoxicating—tainting your mind with one need and one need only—your release. Your fists pounded against Sae's thighs behind you, trying to get midfeilder off of you, or at the very least to slow down—but it was futile. Your back rumbled from the vibrations in Sae's chest as he chuckled, his forearm caging itself around your neck and the crease of his other forearm pulling back his balled fist to effectively lock you in an unforgiving headlock, depriving your brain of precious oxygen. With your resolve all but diminished, you finally came undone before both your boyfriend and his elder brother.

All you could see was white as your vision blurred and your body seized as the coil in your tummy snapped, allowing your juices to flow out of you, fruitfully drenching both your and Sae's lower halves as well as the sheets beneath you. Your cries and pleas of euphoria filled the room, drowning out the lewd and now wet smacking sounds of Sae's pelvis against your ass, as well as he and his brother's mocking jeers. Without both of their grips on your body, you would have collapsed from the sheer intensity of it all, your body going limp as the ferocity of your orgasm nearly knocked you unconscious.

“Fuck yeah,” Sae groaned into your ear, though you were barely able to register it as he fucked you through your orgasm. “That’s it; that’s the stuff. Ngh, fuck. M’gonna cum too, gonna fill your pretty pussy to the brim.” He grunted as his thrusts grew sloppy from his impending orgasm.

But it never came. At least, not in the way you expected it.

At the last second before Sae finally came inside of you, your body cruelly hit the sheets as you were no longer supported by the strength of both men. On top of that, you suddenly felt horribly empty as the midfielder’s cock was wrenched out of you, leaving you to clench around nothing—though you were hardly in any state to utter a rebuttal.

In your daze, you heard the sounds of a struggle and Sae's enraged shout as you writhed between the sheets and something hot shot against your ass cheeks and lower back. Groggily, you mustered enough strength to push yourself up onto your elbows to glance over your shoulder, only to see a fucked-out and infuriated Sae forced back onto his haunches as Rin held his light auburn locks in a vice grip, equally, if not more, irate than his elder.

“What the fuck, Nii-chan.” Rin snarled, tugging Sae by his locks as if to enunciate his anger. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t allowed to cum inside of her, so what the fuck was that, huh?”

At first, Sae remained silent and merely opted to match Rin's glower with a quiet one of his own. Your weary eyes slid down, taking in his semi-hard cock that rested against his toned thighs, strings of yours and his arousal clinging to his girth, the thick lifts and falls of his chest, and the sweat trickling down his abs. Then your eyes shifted to Rin, where you noted the hardness of his angrily-clenched jaw, the furious downward pull of his thick brows over his captivating teal eyes, blazing with anger and betrayal, and the undeniable bulge that tugged at the material of his sweatpants.

The way your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight was unavoidable.

They were both too fucking hot for your own good.

“It’s not my fault that her greedy fuckhole wouldn’t let me go.” Sae snapped, smacking Rin’s fist from his locks. “And besides. . .” Something sinister arose on his features, tainting his expression with the need to torment the forward. “You heard her, didn’t you? She likes the way my cock fucks her more than yours anyway.”

You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed after Sae’s bombshell of a statement. As you lay there, your heart raced, and a sense of unease washed over you, causing a pit of guilt to form in the pits of your tummy. Rin said nothing in response, staggering back from his brother with an incredulous and infuriated look before his face twisted into a maddened snarl, which Sae countered with a smug look. Had you looked even further, you could see the aura of their monstrous egos swirling around them, threatening to rip one another limb from limb.

“You motherfucker.” He growled, fists clenching with pure unadulterated rage as he lunged for his sibling yet again, only this time, you stepped in.

“Rin, stop!” You shouted, lunging forward to grab your boyfriend’s wrist before he could get his hands on Sae once more.

Rin's focus finally shifted to you, his eyes wide as clarity dawned on him for a moment, before the disdain and anger he felt for you at the time zeroed in on your form, immobilizing you where you kneeled. His fury was like a searing wave. It washed over you in that instant, and it was so intense that it made your knees weaken and your heart race. You’d seen him look at others like this before, but never directed at you before. His opponents, Isagi Yoichi, Shidou Ryusei, and even Sae on occasions, sure, but you? Never before in your life.

“You.” His tone was gutteral and animalistic, unlike anything you’d ever heard from Rin before.

Sae took advantage of the situation at that precise moment to slide off the mattress and out of dodge, but not before giving you a knowing wink and a sly look. Rin didn’t even seem to react to this. In fact, now that Sae was out of the picture, his arm dropped to his side, and you became the new target of his wrath.

It was as though you were peering into the eyes of a savage beast—of a starving lion who had finally cornered a gazelle who continuously fled and eluded the beast from her fate. Before you could react, Rin’s hands were on you, a strong hand wrapped around your neck to lift you from your haunches and into a proper kneeling position so that he could glower at you at eye level.

“Don’t you think for a second, Y/N, that you’re innocent in all of this.” He was seething, hissing through clenched teeth as you could feel his breath wafting over your frightened visage. “You know, the only reason that I returned home early from my jog was because Nii-chan told me that he had just arrived home? Do you know that it only took me ten minutes to come back after that?” You could feel his grip trembling in your veins, like he was holding himself back from lashing out at you further. "You mean to tell me that it only took him 600 seconds to strip you down and fuck you stupid on his cock in the mere minutes that he was here, huh? For you to forget your loyalty and love for me in only 10 minutes, Y/N?"

Tears that you hadn’t even realized had begun to spill streamed down your cheeks. Your heart ached with the knowledge that your actions had shattered trust and betrayed the trust of someone who had placed faith in you. In the midst of your tears, you struggled to find the right words to express the depths of your remorse. You wanted to take back your choices and undo the damage you had done, but you knew that you couldn't erase the past. It was far too late for that.

“But you know what,” Rin continued, his grip on your throat as well as his expression softening. “I’m not mad.” He whispered, his voice suddenly sincere. His hand left your neck entirely in favor of stroking your hair lovingly with his other caressing your cheek, a stark contrast to the unbridled wrath he had displayed toward you only moments before.

You blinked, dumbfounded. But you could not help but lean into his tenderness and crave his affection after such a strenuous situation, especially when he offered such gentle touches and words.

“Y-You’re not?” You whispered, your voice hopeful, as tears welded up in your eyes for a different reason now—out of joy.

Rin shook his head with the faintest of smiles on his face. “I’m not . . .” His tone remained soft, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead that you found yourself falling into. Almost immediately, you were melting into him, graceful for your boyfriend’s compassion.

“I’m furious.”

In an instant, a switch had flipped, and once again, Rin turned the tables on you. Before you could respond, his fist became unbearably tight at the crown of your hair, pulling mercilessly at the roots before he tugged your gaze to meet his, ablaze with fury. Now, it was your turn to look betrayed as your pretty eyes widened with both incredulity and fear as you gaped at your lover and the sinister look in his eye.

“But don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll feel much, much better after I blow some steam off by using your pretty body.”

You could barely manage a squeal as you were soon manhandled atop Rin's bed until you were lying on your back with your head hanging over the edge. Your vision turned upside down, and you craned your neck to look up at Rin, who was busy ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers until he was finally able to tug free his painfully hard cock right above your face. Your mouth watered at the sight of your lover’s well-endowed length at its full mast, thick, hot, and sweltering with a vein bulging along its otherwise smooth underside. His blushed tip drooled with pre, which he used to lube his hand as he pumped himself above you, unable to keep his gaze from wandering over your lewd, plump, and womanly body.

“Fuck,” He swore as he tossed his head back, allowing you to watch as his balls clenched and length twitched from the wave of pleasure that overcame him.

You noticed movement in the space between Rin's muscular thighs as you watched Sae sit in Rin's desk chair behind him, one arm resting on the arm rest while the other languidly stroked his semi-hard cock and one leg resting atop the other at the ankle. When he caught your gaze, he shot you a wolfish smirk, using your slick to roll his thumb around his reddened tip.

“Don’t look at me, princess. Look at your pretty boyfriend.”

At his command, your gaze rose, only to see Rin using his thumb to spread your lips and guide his cock into the warmth of your mouth. As you took inch by inch into your throat, you could hear your lover groaning above you, swearing something about you swallowing him down like it was nothing. Though it really wouldn’t be a punishment if he made things easy for you, would it?

Soon, he reached the hilt of your throat, and his balls were firmly nestled against your nose, allowing you to inhale his salty yet pleasant musk. Both of his large palms reached down to grab the sides of your head before his hips began to thrust himself in and out of your tight cavern, gradually picking up his pace until he was pistoning in and out of you without mercy. You spluttered and gagged, your eyes squeezing shut as you focused on breathing through your nose when you could as his balls pummeled relentlessly into your nose, making sure to smother you with his heavy orbs each time.

“Hngh, shit, Y/N!” Rin swore, his eyes torn between fixating on the sinful bounce of your large breasts from his unrelenting thrusts or the way his girth bulged your throat every time he bottomed out inside of you. “Taking this dick like it’s nothing, huh?” Rin hissed through clenched teeth as he grabbed both of your breasts in his palms and delivered merciless squeezes. “This is what sluts like you were made for, hm? Swallowing down cocks with no efforts, draining them of every last drop?” He paused, tossing his head back to groan as his balls churned beneath him. He had been pent up for so long that he knew he wouldn’t last any longer. “Never content with just one man’s dick inside of you, always craving more . . Fuck~!"

As 'effortlessly' as he described you accepting his length and brutish treatment, you still needed to breathe, which was proving to be an impossible task as his thrusts became more animalistic and sloppy. The harsh sounds of his tip bullying the end of your throat resonated off of the room, the wet “glrk, glrk, glrks” filling your ears and making your cheeks burn at the vulgarity of it all. Your hands reached up to his muscular thighs, seeking purchase from his lethal thrusts, only to have both of your wrists seized in one large hand and pinned atop your breasts. His other hand went to your nose and tightly pinched it, effectively stopping your only source of life—breathing—and adding to his savagery. The distinct pleasure moans he once emitted had devolved into almost feral snarls and grunts, as if you were being ravaged by a beast rather than your typically stoic boyfriend.

“Take it, fuckin’ take it.” He spat as his hips stuttered. Then, without warning, he pressed himself against your face, the base of his cock hilting at your lips as his balls smushed flush against your nose, further deepening your struggle to breathe. You soon found yourself preoccupied with not choking as Rin's hot, steaming cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all down. That did not stop you from flailing beneath Rin, though, and he effortlessly wrangled you down and made you take rope after rope of his seed into your spasming throat.

You whined aloud, attempting to yell out to him that if he didn’t let up, you were about to pass out, but it was clear that he didn’t give a damn if you remained conscious or not. That is, until a few more agonizing seconds passed and black spots started to obscure your vision when Rin freed himself from your throat, his semi-hard shaft hanging over your face with strings of your saliva and his seed still clinging to his length.

You gasped for air, greedily gulping down sweet, sweet breaths of pure oxygen, and your lungs were more than thankful for the reprieve. Despite your blood pumping furiously in your ears, you could still make out the sound of a chuckle from behind Rin, belonging to none other than Sae.

“Damn, Rinnie. I thought you were going to kill her.” He snickered, still lazily stroking at his dick, which twitched in his palm when your eyes met yet again.

But there was no use concentrating on him, because Rin retreated a few steps and blocked your view once more. Looking up at him with your thoroughly ruined visage, you nearly gasped at the untamed lust swimming within his eyes. It was the same expression he would have when his ego took over on the field—hungry and damn near starving.

“Not yet.”

You felt rough hands grabbing at your body again, tossing you about as though you were a ragdoll, until you found yourself in an all-too-familiar position on your hands and knees. Those same hands seized at your plump hips and snatched you back until your ankles hung off of the bed, forcing a squeal to rip from your lips. Your hips jumped as Rin's blunt cock tip touched your clit, and your toes curled as he gave you several sharp smacks of his cock to your cunt.

“R-Rinnie.” You whimpered, casting a sidelong glance at him, your mouth slightly open in defiance of his actions, pleading for a break, if only to catch your breath before he pummeled you until you couldn’t see straight. However, your voice was cut short when you felt his hands seize a handful of your hair and tug at your head until your back was hard against his chest.

“Sluts don’t talk, Y/N.” He spat against your cheek. “They moan, get their pussies used, their throats fucked, and only say, 'Yes, sir, give me more.’ Do you understand me?”

You nodded silently, knowing that trying to talk sense into his head when he was acting this way was a fruitless endeavor.

“Good girl.” His lips brushed against your cheek in a fleeting kiss. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it’s begging me for me, understood?”

With the knowledge that answering out loud would be foolish, you nodded once more, suppressing a startled cry as he quickly brought you back down into his sheets, pressing your back into an almost painful arch with his hand planted firmly on your head. Rin seized his cock and sank it inch by inch into your tight cunt, evoking deep, guttural keens from you both without saying another word. He gave you a breathy, arousing laugh that curled your toes. He couldn’t believe that after all of this, your pretty pussy still proceeded to greedily suckle his cock as though it just couldn’t get enough.

He gave you no time to respond before he launched into his ferocious pace, pouring all of his anger, contempt, and hatred toward you into your abused hole in a way that left you feeling nothing but pure euphoria. Shouts and high-pitched cries of pleasure tore from your throat against your better judgment, partially muffled by the sheets he forced your head into. Your head was spinning, and your thoughts were focused only on how deliciously Rin pounded into you. His cock's mouth-watering curve made your thighs tremble and your knees weaken beneath you as he relentlessly pounded into your sweet spot. Observing your shaking limbs, Rin steadied your hips with both of his hands, using his improved grip to thrust more deliberately into your cunt, his thick girth bottoming out inside of you each time.

“Look a’that” Rin drawled breathlessly amidst the rhythmic clapping of his pelvis against your ass, the vulgar bouncing off of the walls. “My dick is so good you just can’t shut the fuck up, huh?”

“Ah, yes, yes, God, yes, Rin~!” You babbled, unable to stop the tears of ecstasy that squeezed from your pretty eyes.

“—But you love Nii-chan’s dick more than mine, right?”

Suddenly his ferocious pace turned into lackadaisical humps, ruining what immense pleasure had been building up within you and corrupting your mind with the need for more. You whined, one partially in desperation and the other in frustration. You moved your hips, trying to fuck yourself on Rin's cock, while craning your neck to get a better look at your boyfriend. Rin was no idiot, though. Having already sensed your intentions, his grip steeled on your hips, preventing you from moving further, much to your vexation.

“Ah, ah, Y/N.” Rin chided, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips with his eyes narrowed in amusement. He firmly pressed your ass against his hips, circling his length inside of you with agonizingly slow hip rotations that taunted you with just enough stimulation that it left you mewling for more. “Answer me first, you needy bitch.” A gleam of sadism twinkled in his eye, making your heart lurch in his chest at how closely he resembled his brother.

“N-No, God, Rin.” You whispered breathlessly, shaking your head in an attempt to think clearly amidst your cockdrunk haze. However, each subtle rotation of his hips against your ass stirred your thoughts in a way that only muddied them further. “I love your cock more, I-I swear—”

“—So you’re a cheater, a whore, and a dirty little liar, Y/N?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, pushing yourself up from the mattress to now see Sae standing in front of you, glowering down at you with the same, if not more, sadistic gleam in his eye. Not daring to break your gaze from his own, you watched through your peripheral vision as his fists pumped his hard shaft only mere inches away from your face.

“Here I was, thinking you had more shame than this.” Sae huffed, clicking his tongue as his thumb stroked over your swollen bottom lip. “Yet here you are, so desperate for yet another cock in your drooling fuckhole that you’d do anything—even lie—just to relive the feeling of having what’s left of your pretty lil’ brains fucked out, right?”

“I—I . . .”

Resonably, you were at a loss for words, but there was no need to worry as Rin spoke up for you, “And you can’t even answer him? Pathetic. I bet if we let all of those lukewarm fuckfaces from Blue Lock run a train on you, you’d love every second of it, huh, princess?” He further accentuated his point with a hard, trained thrust deep into your womb. You swear he even grazed your cervix.

“No, no! I-I only want you, Rin. I only want you, I love you!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and, although you were oblivious to it, the brothers shared a look with one another. Their silence was deafening, and even Rin’s hips had stilled within you. However, before you were able to voice your confusion, you would feel sharp, phallic taps against your cheek. You didn’t even have to open your eyes to know what it was.

“Good girl.” Sae cooed condescendingly as though he were talking to a mutt worthy of praise.

“Probably the most truthful statement you said all night,” Rin followed, albeit far quieter than his sibling as his thrusts once again resumed, drawing tantalizing moans from your lips. “Then tell me after this, which one of us fucks you better, yeah? And don’t you dare.” He paused, using his large hand to rain down a set of smacks on both of your pillowy ass cheeks forcing a cry to rip from your lips. “Dream of lying to me.”

You nodded as best you could against the force of Sae pressing his cock against your face, using his thumb to hold his length taut as he literally fucked your face with it. Immediately, Rin’s brutal pace resumed again. Using his newly acquired leverage and his bruising grip on your hips, he pressed his foot against the mattress next to your knee and proceeded to fuck himself deeper into you. It felt like he was trying to pry you open with each thrust. Had it not been for Sae taking the opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth the moment you opened it to muffle your cry of ecstasy, you were certain that the neighbors would’ve thought you were being murdered.

In a way, though, it was almost like you were.

It was like you were being sandwiched between two killers, only instead of making you feel agony, they were both hellbent on delivering the most utmost pleasure to you—Rin rearranging your guts from behind and Sae feeding you inch after inch of his thick cock, neither one of them stopping until they were satisfied with having your belly pumped full of their cum.

My, the Itoshi brothers were truly the devil, weren’t they?

“Hngh, fuck. F-Fuck!” Rin snarled from behind you, his once quiet moans now morphing into beastly grunts and animalistic growls. You were certain that the blunt tips of his nails were now slicing into you from his strength, one of his hands dragging down your lower back to leave reddened marks in their wake until they marked your rippling ass, which was soon pelted with a few more furious swats.

“Stupid cumslut, grippin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice grew raspy as his head tossed back in euphoria, carnal pants and heaves ripping from his throat so frequently that it almost did feel like you were being ravaged by a beast.

It was to the point where Sae's cock was slipping out of your mouth in favor of his palms holding your cheeks, and turning your head to look over your shoulder at your lover. Though still as eager for his release as Rin was, he continued to thrust his cock lazily against your face and pillowy brims.

“My god, princess. Look at what you’re turning him into.”

It was a sight to behold—one that you had only witnessed for yourself once before at the Blue Lock vs. U-20 game. Rin’s brows were raised, and his teal oculars were wide, swirling with untamable lust and desire as though he were being consumed by it. His lips were parted, his jaw dropped partially as his tongue dangled out of his mouth, and globs of crystalline drool pooled over his pink muscle, oozing down his chin and onto your abused cheeks below. He wasn’t looking at you. (You don’t know if you would be able to handle it if he did.) Instead, his gaze engrossed itself in the way your ass plapped against his pelvis, the sticky lines of your juices, and his drool connecting the two of you in a way that was beyond intimate. He was intoxicated, thoroughly pussy-drunk as the only thought in his mind was, ‘Get pregnant, get pregnant, get Y/N fucking pregnant.’

The sight alone was so arousing that you couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around his cock, strangling it further to the point where a near feral snarl ripped through his now clenched teeth, bared at you in ferocity.

“Don’t fucking do that, fucking bitch.” He snapped, delivering another smack to your ass as his gaze finally raised to meet your own, promising lethality.

“M’sorry! I-I’m sorry, Rinnie!” You wailed against Sae’s cock as Rin’s hips slammed into you with such malice that you felt your legs going numb from the overwhelming pleasure.

“No th’fuck you’re not.” He slurred, just as drunk on the stimulation as you were. “This is what the fuck you’ve wanted this entire time, isn’t it? Wanted me to fuck you up? Make you scream from my ngh! From my cock ruining your pretty little pussy, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes! God, yes, yes, Rin, please fuck me up more!”

“Yeah? Y’want me to put a pretty baby in you? Want me to make you a mommy, Y/N? Make that gorgeous tummy swollen with my kids, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, please! Please, please, make me a mommy! M-make me yours!”

“Silly, girl.” He snarled, delivering another quick swat to your ruined ass. “You were always mine.”

The idea of filling you to the brim with his seed and claiming you in a way that no man could ever claim—as the mother of his children—caused his erratic pace to falter and grow sloppier by the minute.

“Mine.” He growled. “Mine, mine, all fucking mine!”

Then, almost in perfect unison—pristine synchronization—you came together. Hips smothered firmly against your ass, he pumped rope after rope of his hot, thick cum inside of you, aiming deep into your womb with every intention of impregnating you. While you, on the otherhand, were unable to hold yourself up any longer, collapsing on the mattress as your orgasm washed over you. A barrage of your sweet juices fired over Rin’s cock, pelvis, thighs, and the poor sheets beneath you. Before you had any time to regain your bearings, you felt another tap on your cheek of the same phallic length from earlier.

“You forgot about me, pretty? C’mon, open that mouth for me one more time, yeah?”

Exhausted, you did as he asked without resistance, allowing your jaw to fall slack just enough for Sae to slip his cock into it. In a few pumps with his fist, the midfilder gladly fed you thick ropes of his seed, painting your mouth with his sticky release, which you wearily sucked down.

Then, unceremoniously, the two brothers collapsed beside you atop the ruined sheets.

The three of you lay there, completely depleted of all that you possessed. You were unquestionably the worst of the three, with deep teeth marks, scratches from blunt nails, bruises from fingerprints, and splotches of darkening hickies all over your body. Had anyone known any better, you appeared as though you had been mauled by savages—those very same savages who lay exhausted beside you.

After several much needed beats of deep silence, you felt the stirring of both of them pushing themselves up from the bed, and hands that were once so rough and unforgiving on your body were now handling you with the utmost care as though you were a porcelain doll made of the finest glass. As you walked the thin line bordering consciousness and unconsciousness, you felt warm, moist towels caressing your thighs, chest, and forehead, ridding you of any filth that tainted your once-supple skin. The sheets that had become beyond soiled from all of your fluids were gently lifted from beneath you and replaced with warm ones that had just come out of the dryer that had been running before Sae arrived. Just as you were about to fall asleep, your body was manipulated once more, this time into another equally warm one, causing your heavy lids to flutter open to focus on none other than your boyfriend—Rin's teal oculars.

“You still with me?” He inquired, his previously harsh tone softening to gentle and tender, as if speaking any louder would shatter your fragility.

You nodded weakly, seeking solace in his warmth and soft body, snuggling your petite frame into his. Rin quietly returned the favor, running his fingers through your hair and giving you occasional massages in the spots where he and Sae got too rough with you.

Speaking of, you heard Rin's door open and saw Sae standing in front of you, adorning a pair of black designer boxers.

“Here.” The midfeilder said plainly, passing a miniature carton of strawberry milk your way with a straw poked through the center.

Clearly in no position to receive such generosity, Rin accepted it for you, gently maneuvering you into a position where you could comfortably sip the much needed liquid into your dehydrated body. As you did so, Rin’s head rested atop your own, but not before he placed a tender, sweet kiss on your forehead full of love, unlike the one from earlier that was meant to lure you into a false sense of security. This is exactly what you needed after such arduous affairs, being held in your lover’s strong arms while enjoying the best strawberry milk you’ve ever had.

What should’ve been a cute moment was interrupted by Sae, who, with a look of disgust on his features, stated, “You two are disgusting.”

“Fuck you too, Nii-chan.” Rin shot over his shoulder, not missing the way Sae gave him the finger on his way out as he slammed his room door shut, leaving you and Rin in what should have been a comfortable silence.

But it was hampered by the sense of ambiguity that pervaded your relationship. The weight of past transgressions and tribulations weighed upon you both so heavily that it was nearly suffocating, threatening to take you both alive if it wasn’t for—

“I’m sorry.” The two of you stated in unison before, rather comically, whipping your heads to stare at one another, bewildered.

“Y/N.” Rin sighed heavily, shaking his head in denial. “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. I should be. I made it seem like everything was all your fault when it was really Sae and I’s.” Another sigh drew from his lips as the realization dawned on him of the agreement he had made with his older brother to allow them to share you, one, without your prior consent, and two, without your knowledge. Not to mention, pinning the entire thing on you as though you were the infidelious one here.

“Y-Y/N.” His voice quivered. His gaze, too ashamed to look at you any further, drew to the ceiling. In the bright lights of his room, you watched as his eyes glazed over, tears that he refused to let fall clearly stinging at his irises. His face was etched with anguish; the weight of his actions had hit him like a sledgehammer, and his distress was palpable. “I-I’m sorry.” He whispered, daring himself to glance in your direction.

“Rinnie.” You uttered softly, biting back a wince as your sore arm rose to gently cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb swiping at his waterline to catch a straying tear. He wasn’t too good with words of sincerity, and you knew that—you wouldn’t press him for more. “I forgive you, so please don’t cry.” As you leaned in to give him a soft peck on the jaw, you noticed that you also felt the familiar sting of tears pricking your eyes. “You’re going to make me cry too, baby.”

Both of you were unable to control the gentle and quiet laughter that jostled your beings. And there it was—the moment of reprieve where the pressure of the unknown was lifted, replaced by a profound sense of reconciliation and renewal. Your eyes met with an intensity that conveyed unspoken apologies, forgiveness, and the promise of a fresh beginning. You two felt more intimate and connected to one another at that precise moment than you had ever experienced.

After you had finally finished the last of your drink, Rin took the empty carton from you and set it on his nightstand. You then proceed to curl into his chest, to which he ensared you in his grasp, entwining your limbs in his. With your head nestled against his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart soothed you and eased your mind or any lingering parasites. That is when you sensed it: the tranquil siren's song of sleep drawing you deeper and deeper into its pacifying depths.

However, before you could finally embrace slumber’s sweet call, Rin’s soft voice called out to you once more.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“. . . I love you too, Rinnie.”

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months ago

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Eccentricities

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, DDDNE, Yandere themes, mental manipulation, obsessive behavior, allusions to violence, blackmail, angst, masturbation, Tyler Stone is also a warning lmao

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A/N: Yeah, after a million years, it is me! I'm sorry it's been so slow to update, y'all; things have been... *A lot*. Seems like every time I get a one-up something else happens, like my dad being in and out of the hospital for example.... As I stated in my previous post, this story won't be continuing for much longer!

Part 3

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Pt. 4

You had gotten so used to the quiet and privacy of Miguel's mansion that you weren't entirely sure how to handle when the infamous Tyler Stone dropped by for a visit. You certainly didn't enjoy the energy the man put off, nor the looks he would send your way as you "entertained" him until Miguel arrived home; having sent word to Lyla that he arrived.

You noticed that even Lyla seemed uncomfortable with Tyler's presence, her holographic avatar was actually fidgeting when you looked at her. Whatever went on between Miguel and Tyler must not have been very good, judging by how perturbed Lyla was with the older man.

"So... You're the little mouse that my boy Mike has hired, eh?" Tyler grinned, swirling the wine in his glass around as he watched you wipe down and clean the bar. You were well aware of his eyes tracing the entire shape of your ass as you kept your back turned to him.

Yes, having him leer at you wasn't enjoyable... But you preferred it if he looked at your ass instead of your chest or face. Something about that man's gaze made you very uncomfortable; it wasn't at all like with Miguel. You felt safe with him... Even if sometimes he came home from work with the energy of a man ready to catch a criminal charge. You had chalked it all up to the stress of running Alchemax; and now, having his former boss just show up out of the blue while he was gone...

How the hell did Tyler Stone even get in? You assumed only you and Miguel had the passkey to get in. So, how--

Tyler grinned once again, tapping the rim of his glass with one of the gaudy rings on his fingers, catching your attention once again. "Well, sweet-cheeks?"

You grit your teeth and turn, giving him your best sweet smile, "Ah! Right, yes, sir. I'm Miguel's housekeeper."

"And a damn fine bartender..." Tyler hummed, downing the rest of his wine in one swift gulp, licking his lips of the excess as he eyes you up and down once again. "In fact, I'm thinkin' about snatching you out from under my boy... What do you say? Your job will come with all the perks I'm sure Mike holds from ya... A nice fat check..."

His hands constantly groping you...

Your shoulders stiffened, his offer making your blood curdle; "I--"

"She's off-limits, Stone." Miguel's deep voice rang out from the threshold.

You sighed with relief, looking over at him, holding back a shocked gasp. Miguel looked... Disheveled. His face was sweaty, chocolate locks stringing around his forehead, droplets of sweat rolling down his sculpted cheeks.

He straightened his posture as he stalked towards the bar, casting you a soft look before focusing his attention squarely on Tyler, the look in his eyes from behind his red lenses just exuded one word: murder. You almost swore Miguel was about to reach out to snap his neck, until Tyler clasped Miguel's larger hand in his, shaking it with a laugh.

"Ah, don't be so serious, Mike." Tyler laughed like Miguel wasn't currently staring daggers through his skull. "I was just proposing a business deal with your lovely little maid, here!"

"You wouldn't be trying to poach my own employee from me, would you, Stone?" Miguel asked, his voice relaxing to a more soft pitch; his body language still tense but not so aggressive. You could tell there was some definite bad blood between the two men.

Your fingers fiddled nervously with each other at the obviously thick tension in the air, "Miguel..."

"Ah, don't worry, querida." Miguel assured you with a smile, his gaze softening once it landed on you. "Tyler and I need to have a private discussion. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off..."

You nod, swallowing hard. Something was off, but you weren't willing to risk pissing Miguel off in any way, despite how gentle he seemed with you, even in the face of the former CEO of Alchemax. You quickly placed your cleaning supplies in the cabinet and scurried out of the room, closing the doors behind you.

Tyler didn't fail to notice how Miguel tracked your movements from the corners of his eyes as you left, and a shark-like smirk made his lips quirk dangerously. "Oh, now I see why you're not so keen to let me take her from you."

Miguel scowled at the older man, "Why the hell are you here, Stone? Don't bullshit me."

Tyler pressed his hand over his own heart, feigning innocence. "Why, Mike! I would never bullshit you, my boy... Wouldn't dream of it, in fact."

Miguel glowered, his temper already short from dealing with a troublesome Kraven variant that wrought havoc in another universe, plus an "incident" in one of the labs at Alchemax. Tyler's sudden manifestation was testing his patience.

Oh, he had so looked forward to coming home, having a nightly drink with you... maybe work some aggression off. Maybe he could have convinced you to help...

But now, that little fantasy faded in the light that was his sperm donor's annoying fucking mile-long smile. That stupid fucking face that reminded him so much of his own, sometimes he couldn't stand to look in the mirror.

"Don't play coy. Tell me why you're here."

Tyler raised his thick brows, his forehead creasing from the slight wrinkles, there. "Mike--"

"Miguel." The tall man hissed.

"Mike." Tyler corrected, pouring himself another glass of wine. "I've heard you've been a little distracted, lately. A little... scatter-brained. So unlike you. I came to see what was bothering my boy in his personal time--"

"I'm not your fucking child, cabrón." Miguel snarled, breaching Tyler's personal space and standing almost nose-to-nose, "Now stop. Fucking. Pontificating."

He sighed deeply, frowning softly at Miguel's "mood". Oh, how he hated when he got like this. Too uppity for his own good, too ambitious. And after what happened between them... rather dangerous.

Oh, if he only knew how dangerous he was...

"Fine. I checked your financials and saw you had arranged a payroll to a rather cute houseworker." Tyler peered at Miguel almost boredly over the rim of his glass. "As well as some purchases for very small cameras, a number of which happen to be waterproof..."

Miguel felt the hair bristle on the back of his neck. Tyler had.... He had implanted a bypass-shunt program into his personal files? Without Lyla picking up on it? How the fuck did he manage that?

He must have hired someone to do it. He had to have hired someone to do it!

His fists clenched and his jaw tightened microscopically; but Tyler seemed to pick up on it anyway as he casually sipped his wine.

"Oh yes, I've been keeping an eye on you. Can't let my most promising progeny be left to his own devices for very long, now can I?"

"You--"

"How often do you spy on the girl, hm? I imagine watching her undress is rather titillating." He smirked, "She has a very nice body... Almost wasted just being looked at..."

Miguel grabbed Tyler by the collar of his 10,000-credit suit, bunching his fists and lifting him off the stool, sending some of the wine splashing from the glass and onto the bar top; snarling Miguel spits at him. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me, Tyler? If you so much as lay a pinky on her, I will--"

Tyler laughed, completely unfazed by Miguel's aggression. "Careful, now, Mike... Wouldn't want some evidence of your little Rapture addiction slipping out and making its way to your pretty little doll, no?"

Miguel snorted, his nostrils flaring as his face heated up. He dropped Tyler back in the stool, turning to stomp away, his fists balled and chest heaving to control his rage, just barely controlling himself enough to avoid burying his talons in the meat of his palms.

Tyler sighed, downing some more of his glass, "We wouldn't want the public finding out that the great Miguel O'Hara was a junkie, now do we?"

His head was abuzz; adrenaline pumping so hard through his veins, he could feel that primal urge to just reach out and snap Tyler's neck. Hiding or disposing of the body would be easy enough, concealing any other evidence would also be a snap. Unfortunately, if anybody knew he was coming over to Miguel's...

Fuck. Tyler also probably had some kind of implant to contact emergency services in the event his heart stops or he's severely injured. Then, Miguel would obvious be a shoe-in for a brand new jumpsuit; not one of his own design.

The multiverse would suffer, another Spider-Man demonized by the public for murdering a man who outwardly appeared somewhat decent...

Then, it felt like a tension wire snapped; realization dawned on Miguel as clear as a sunny summer day.

Tyler was baiting him. He wanted him to snap.

He wouldn't give in to his cheap taunts.

Miguel forced his body to relax, reaching up to slick back a stray strand of hair, and turns to give Tyler a cool smile, "Well... if that were to happen... I would have to tell them where the Rapture came from. How you used it to control me, manipulate me, threaten to kill me."

Miguel felt sick glee at how Tyler's smile instantly fell, and the Hispanic man tipped his head to the side, his smile eerily calm.

"Oh... You thought I didn't have evidence of that? Now, imagine how the public will react when news of me being your illegitimate son--the result of a disgusting affair--gets out?"

"You--you wouldn't." Tyler spat, throwing the wineglass to the ground and shattering it, the red liquid running out to pool around it, soaking into the grout in-between the tiles like a thin, watery pool of blood.

"Your mother would be--"

"I don't give a fuck what Connie deals with. She's had her dose of karma a long time coming... and it's honestly only fitting that I be the one to deliver it." Miguel sneered, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Tyler swallowed, glaring up at his own flesh and blood like it was Hercules fighting the lion. Only... it was up to anyone's guess who would emerge the victor of this bout.

But... He knew that Miguel was much larger, much stronger, faster--younger...

It was an uphill battle and he currently had a bullet wound to his knee.

So, Tyler Stone relented in the seething rage that was Miguel O'Hara. He adjusted his coat from where Miguel has mussed it before, wiping up some of the wine on the counter with his handkerchief before tossing it to the floor indignantly.

"Very well, Mike... I'll leave your little toy alone. But... do be careful enough to take care of your toys in the future. Don't want to forget what happened to your last girlfriend..."

That slight sting didn't hurt as much as he'd hoped, Miguel merely jerking his head to the side, his lip curled in an irritated snarl. "Get out of my house."

As the smaller man began to walk briskly out, he gave Miguel a smirk over his shoulder; "Y'know, my boy... some stuff really is genetic. You don't realize just how much like me you really are."

Miguel scoffed, his body finally relaxing as he turned to clean another one of Tyler Stone's messes, wiping the bar you meticulously cleaned for him clean, tossing the piece of cloth into the nearby trash bin, and turning on the little disc-shaped cleaning bot to clean up the shattered glass and suck up the wine.

"Lyla." Miguel sighed as he took off his sunglasses, his hand shaking as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, boss man." She greeted hesitantly. "Whaddya need?"

"Find out how Tyler got into the system. How he got past you. I'm going to upgrade your code later with stronger firewalls, too." He said, staring at her flickering avatar.

"Yeah, believe me... I don't like him getting past me. It feels... gross. Violating." She shuddered.

Despite changing her programming to see the logic in his words by default, Miguel was emotionally attached to Lyla. For a long time, she was his only true friend. She was there for him after the Rapture incident...

And to now watch as Tyler had essentially brute-forced his own program onto Lyla felt akin to some form of assault on her; one of his greatest creations to date.

But... the shreds of his conscience began to thread together as he remembered you. The cameras, the stalking, having Lyla be hypocritical and spying on your personal business...

"You... You know everything I do is to keep her safe--both of you safe, right, Lyla?" He asked softly, staring down at the little robot as it chirped as its cleaning cycle was finished, returning to its charging dock.

"Well, yeah.... I saw the crime reports... saw how that guy probably would have killed her... and... well." She shoved her hands in her pockets and looked up at him, a brow quirking upwards. "I mean... the cameras are just as good for safety, right? Like how people put baby monitors in their kid's room, or to spy on the nanny. Keeps her from getting hurt even where she should be safe..."

Miguel smiled warmly at her. Yeah... she was programmed to see his logic, but... hearing it made him feel much better.

"Thank you, Lyla. Let me know if anything goes wrong with her personal stuff, alright? I want to make sure Tyler isn't spying on her, too." He turned to begin leaving the room, "I'm going to work this adrenaline off. Make sure my Pequeña Ave is relaxing like I told her to, hm? When you're not busy sorting through the bullshit Tyler pulled, that is."

"Can do, boss!" Lyla chirped happily, giving him a little salute. "Have fun gettin' those reps in!"

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You couldn't find Miguel in his office, the lounge, his bedroom, the bar, at the pool... the only other place you could think of was his small gym.

He didn't seem to have had a good day at work, and Tyler's presence only seemed to worsen it when he came home. You wondered what exactly happened between them to make their relationship so hostile in the first place...

But, you shoved that curiosity to the side. You decided to try and give Miguel a little pick-me-up. You remembered the story he told you of he and his little brother sneaking off to enjoy their snack of mango and chili salt.

You cut the mango in half, pulled the large seed pod out of the middle, and halfway sliced the halves into little cubes; and finally sprinkled on the chili salt. Afterwards, you placed the snack on a tray with a nice, ice-cold bottle of his favorite sports drink. If he was in the gym, he would definitely need to replenish some electrolytes after working out.

As you walked down the hall, you noticed Lyla's avatar following you. "Hey, Mamacita." She said. "I'd steer clear of the boss. Mr Stone-head reeeeeeeally made him mad."

You wiggled the tray a bit and gave her a smile, "That's why I'm bringing him this, Lyla. Snacks do wonders for mood improvement!"

She tilted her head, taking a moment to respond. "Oh. Right. Good idea, actually..."

You noticed her seemingly distracted nature today, which was almost unheard of for the AI. "You ok?"

"Yeah, going through my files before Miguel puts in a new update for me tonight. Gonna get me a niiiiice makeover, program-wise." She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you. "I'll be pretty indisposed however; one, from going through my millions of lines of code, and two; he's gotta put me out while he works on me."

You chuckled, "Ah, well I'll leave you to that, then. Hope the update goes well."

Lyla gives you a snarky salute before her avatar disappears as you near the gym. As you reached the arching threshold--no door, you noticed some time ago; he apparently liked a bit of an open floor plan when it came to that--you could hear the sounds of him grunting, huffing, and swearing. It sounded like he was working hard.

You round the bend and open your mouth to announce yourself--until you see why Miguel was really making those sounds.

His back was to you, shirt abandoned on the floor by the dumbbells. He sat in his boxers, pants discarded the same way his shirt had been in favor of working out almost entirely naked.

Or, well.... maybe it started with him working out--until he went to the weight bench and it devolved into something else entirely.

The mirrors lining the opposite wall gave you a perfect view of him despite him sitting with his back to you. His boxers were shoved hastily down to his thick thighs, leaning on one hand as his other one slowly stroked up and down his rigid, leaking cock. Miguel's head was tipped back, his eyes closed in frustrated pleasure, sweat making his body shine as though he had almost appeared oiled-up. His usually well-kept hair was messy, tacking to his forehead and scalp with thick layers of sweat.

The sight immediately sent a throb down to your core; heat roiling and pooling low in your belly and had you biting your lip in equal parts mortification, shame, and arousal.

He grunted, grinding his teeth as he tipped his head down again. You quietly jumped back out of sight as he looked down and opened his eyes, growling as his hand circled the head of his dick before twisting and stroking back down.

"Fuuuuuuck." You heard him sigh. "That's it, bebita... fuck, I'm close."

Your heart hammered in your chest as you imagined who he could possibly be picturing in his mind's eye; what dream woman he probably had at his feet, between his legs, worshipping the thick shaft he stroked in his hand

You pinched your thighs together, feeling your arousal already begin to soak through your panties, threatening to breach the fabric of your pants. Your face heated up, flushing with color as the sounds of him pleasuring himself assaulted your ears in the all-too quiet house. Hell, it felt like he was being so loud, his sounds of self-pleasure drowned out the blood rushing in your ears.

You couldn't contain your curiosity, and peek around the corner again. Miguel had his eyes closed again, a blissful crease prominent on his brow as he bucked his hips in time with his hand.

You watched as he snagged his plush bottom lip between his teeth, his face twitching as his hand jerked faster, the thick precum dripping down his cock and coating his fingers, assisting in the glide as he fucked his own hand, his release imminent.

You squeezed your legs together even tighter, taking care not to jostle the tray in your hands and not make any noise that would give you away.

This was... wrong. You should turn around, and leave your treat to him in the kitchen for him to find on his own. You should...

You swallowed the gasp that wanted to come from you as he muttered something to himself, something you couldn't quite make out--before the thick ropes of his cum spurted from the tip of his cock.

Continuing to stroke and pull, to lengthen his orgasm as long as possible; to ride the high further, Miguel rolled his head back with a gutteral moan, his cum splattering on the floor mats below him, his legs trembling.

As he began to even his breathing out, you turned and as quickly and quietly as possibly rushed back down the hall to avoid being caught--and maybe attend to the pressing matter that stained your panties.

Miguel however--

Miguel knew you were there. He could smell your perfume as you made your way down the hall, hear your soft footsteps and conversation with Lyla.

He grinned as he looked into the mirror, his eye tracking where you had once been peeping in on him. He could smell you the moment you got wet; hear the way your heart thudded in your chest as you spied on him.

He had been edging himself; not intentionally of course, but with how frustrated and angry he was, Miguel had been dancing on the edge of a climax for most of the time. Until he caught your scent, the smell of your wet little cunt filling his senses and making his mind buzz with his budding orgasm before driving him over that peak.

He wondered what you thought of the sight. You were aroused, certainly. You very much liked what you saw. He almost hoped you would walk in, and offer your own soft, sweet little hands to stroke him to relief.

But ah, you were a polite girl. Scurrying away like a frightened little mouse before getting caught and possibly pissing him off.

Miguel heaved a heavy sigh as he grabbed his sweat rag from beside him, wiping at the mess he made of himself. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but smile.

Maybe getting into your head was going to be easier than he anticipated.

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Part 5: I have no idea Imma be real with y'all

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narcjsistx · 5 months ago

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Hello! I'm sorry for bothering you but if it's alright with you, can you do uncle Ran hcs? Like what kind of uncle he would be and how he'd treat his niece/nephew. Thank you so much in advance! Take care of yourself and have a nice day!

I NEEDED A REQUEST LIKE THIS, THANKS

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— Ran Haitani as an uncle HCS ᡣ𐭩

More or less repeating something I already said in the post where Rindou was a parent, Ran would be the type of uncle who buys the affection of his nephews with the most expensive and fantastic gifts of the moment. Since he was little he always wanted to excel in everything against his beloved brother, why stop now that the family is bigger?

Kind of uncle where his nephews are practically his children. I don't know why but seeing the two Haitani brothers, only Rindou seems like someone who could start a stable family if he wanted, so Ran will steal his brother's children in the worst moments. Christmas dinner? Him, his nephews and maybe someone he met at the last minute. His brother and wife are not invited

He would spend hours and hours talking about Roppongi in 2005, or all the battles he participated in, like Tenjiku vs Toman. He also likes to remember all the moments he experienced when he was a teenager, plus it's always a good time to ridicule Rindou by talking about those strange poses he did during fights. The shocked faces of his nephews are priceless to him

Taking inspiration from the hc written above, I also see him showing the embarrassing photos of Rindou when he was a child (please Ran, I want to see them too). Like: He proceeds to show the ugliest photo of Rindou, where he's crying while being doused in baby food, and Ran would be "oh, what an adorable baby my little Rin!"

I imagined this scenario: the kids bothering Ran excessively, a little fight starts and he's about to tell the kids "Your mom" but then remembers that she's literally his brother's wife. Will he say it anyway? Obviously

I don't know why but I see Ran on Tinder. Like, “Do you like this, baby?” "no, uncle" "me neither, it looks like a giraffe" and removes the match. He would do this for ALL the girls he is matched with by the app

I was imagining this stupid scenario: imagine that one of the nieces has just had her disappointment in love; There's that stereotype of the father and uncle hunting down the person who hurt them, right? Well, I see this thing a lot with the two Haitani brothers. I'm sorry for the unfortunate person

Taking away all these rather ironic or at least joking hcs, I see Ran as someone who would even give his life for his nephews. He always said he would do it for Rindou who is the most important person he has, and since his nephews are literally Rindou's extension, why would he change his mind?

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nomenomens · 1 year ago

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Nomen

Chapter XXVI - The Messenger

TW : suicidal thoughts (more as an explanation of what happened before, not morbid)

WC : around 2800 words

Previous Chapter : One Last Breath

Next Chapter : Sorrow I (Anger's version)

Masterlist

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May 11, Wednesday, 8:08 (present time)

“Roni, sto uscendo. A dopo, cucciola.” (*)

Those were the first words I heard. My mother’s sweet and familiar tone and the same sentence she used whenever she was going to work while I stayed at home. She was aware of the fact that the world could crumble and I would continue to sleep undisturbed, but if just a few words were whispered from two rooms away, I would wake up immediately. It had been that way since I was little. I heard the front door closing and the light scurry of Ted before he jumped and positioned himself on my bed, placing his head on my feet. That was another habit, part of the same routine I lived as Roni, something that now more than ever seemed warm and precious as much as fragile. I opened my eyes and started to scan every detail of what was in front of me. I was lying on my side, something very unusual that explained the pain I was feeling over my left shoulder, and all I could see was the light grey of my room’s wall and something white climbing on my pillow with two big green eyes staring back at me. Even in his snake’s form, his eyes were clear and gentle, at least to me.

“Mizuki, you know I’m not that fond of snakes. Please, show yourself. And don’t stare at me while I sleep.”

That was the sentence I was going to say, but the sounds that left my lips were harsh wheezes. Suddenly my throat started burning and I remembered everything that happened the night before, accumulating memories as in a flash. It was like observing stills of a cinematic record, a movie I could only remember as short glimpses of scenes in a subjective perspective. I was still alive. I was so ready to give everything up and it just didn't happen. Why? Why was I disappointed to have opened my eyes again when I didn't even allowed myself to think about ending my life before? Would I actually try to do it again? I was scared of my own thoughts, as if I didn't recognize them, as if I never knew they had been there all the time. In the meantime, Mizuki revealed his human form and hugged me, crawling one of his arm under my head and using the other to make my forehead rest on his chest. His smell reassured me and I felt so comfortable in his arms that I started crying, releasing a tension I didn’t even know I had built up in that moment.

“You really made me worry, Nanami-chan. But you’re okay now, Hange attended you. Don’t worry about your voice, I have prepared a solution you can drink after you get up that will help, and we’ll use make up for the marks that devil left on you. I’m sorry you had to bear it, it’s all my fault. If only-"

As I wasn’t able to speak, I hugged him more, grasping the excess of his clothes’s fabric on his back in my fist and he understood my silent request for not speaking anymore. We stayed like that until I stopped crying, then I got up, took his solution, and as soon as my voice came back, I asked all of my questions.

“What about Mey-Rin and Finnian?”

“Back at their posts. They’re completely fine.”

“Good. Don’t say a word about this to Sebastian now. Let him finish his mission first.”

“But-"

“No buts. I don’t think Akura-Ou will come back soon since you were able to resist partially to his drug and interrupted him.”

“Interrupted him?”

“Well, he didn’t succeed in killing me, so he has been interrupted. The last thing I remember is a silver light, I think it was your hair…but judging from your current expression…”

“Nanami-chan, I wasn’t the one who saved you.”

I stared at him in confusion. I really assumed his platinum hair would be the silver light I remembered, even if the more I thought about it, the more distant that option get. Even in the moonlight or with the reflection of the lamppost, his hair would shine with a different colour. But then…

“…who did it?”

“Captain Ackerman.”

My mind went blank. Why? How? I was about to assault Mizuki with questions when a knock to the main door made my head turn in direction of that sound. Mizuki got up from his seat while I stayed put in my chair, where I was still having breakfast, and opened the door for me. Along with the morning sun, a smiling Commander entered and spoke to Mizuki.

“Have you finished crying? I told you she’ll be- oh, Nanami, I didn’t noticed you there. How do you feel? Can you talk?”

“I’m fine, thanks Commander. Mizuki told me you attended me so let me thank you for that.”

“Not a thing, you were fine from the beginning thanks to Levi’s sharp instinct. He couldn’t come with me because…well…he’s resting, but I’m sure he would be glad to know you’re good.”

He wasn’t going to visit then, but I wasn’t expecting him to do so. I smiled at the Commander.

“Then please, refer to him my deepest gratitude. I’m indebted to him, and all of you to be fair. The way you acted to protect me wasn’t taken for granted, but I would refrain you to do it again in the future. Mizuki wasn’t in the position to ask for your help and put you in danger for my personal issues.”

“As our ally…”

“Still, I insist. I will be forever grateful for your help, but I won’t allow you to be so generous again. You have higher goals to achieve than help an ally. You should take care of yourselves more.”

“Sweet words with an hard tone. That’s familiar. Then I’ll go back to the villa.”

As she grabbed the knob of the door, I felt the urgency to stop her.

“Commander! Hange…I…really am grateful.”

“I know, Nanami. But believe me when I say this: if you have allies you can trust, let them help. No one can do it alone, it’s all in the team-working. We’ve all learned it the hard way. I know you wanted to protect us in some way, but without you here, we’ll also have problems since now we’re in business with you.”

We both smiled at each other, and then she left. I looked back at Mizuki.

“Still, don’t involve them anymore.”

“That’s right, you shouldn’t rely on others, unless you’re incompetent.”

Sebastian’s voice send a shiver down my spine, as it always did whenever I wasn’t expecting him to be beside me.

“When did you come back?”

“Just now. So, who made those marks around your neck?”

“Shouldn’t you check first if I’m all right?”

“You’re speaking to me, A-Li, that means my dinner isn’t spoiled.”

Sebastian came close to me and stared at the signs around my neck, tracing the profile of my chin to lift my face and observe better my ruined skin. I could feel his gaze burning just as much as the one Mizuki reserved to him. I blocked Sebastian hand on my face and turn to Mizuki, asking him to leave, which he did after throwing the usual tantrum for a few minutes. As soon as we were left alone, Sebastian resumed his close inspection of my marks.

“What were you thinking, A-Li?”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t evoke me in a clear situation of danger. Akura-Ou is just a weak human, but still it seemed he was close enough to his objective this time. You know I won’t tolerate you throwing your life away, we have a deal.”

“I...I was just surprised and I wasn’t thinking clearly. Even so, Akura-Ou said the mark you gave me is fake, maybe I did evoke you but it didn’t work.”

“Hm. He clearly said that to deceive you.”

“Yes, I know. I am your Lady and you’re my demon. I was just…overwhelmed. I wasn’t thinking of evoking you.”

I lied. Strangely, that remark Akura-Ou made about my moon mark was stuck in my head, but right now I only wanted to end that uncomfortable conversation. Sebastian shouldn’t know about my last words and how willing I was to give up my fight. I let him grab my chin to lower my face, establishing eye contact for him to freely scan through my emotions. As I lowered my gaze to his lips he scoffed.

“What, you want to be kissed and reassured?”

I nodded as he traced his thumb along my lips, slightly opening them as he moved towards the left angle of my mouth, disfiguring my expression. He used his other hand to grab my side and close the gap between us as I placed my hands behind his neck to steal a kiss from him. Neither of the following kisses were stolen though. I just hoped I found a way to distract him from wondering about my intentions of last night.

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I knew Akura-Ou used to be a kind of demon, a yōkai like Mizuki and Tomoe were, but I didn’t think he could still sense the presence of a different demonic power, or the lack of it. I had to be even more careful. Her kiss gave me the opportunity to end that discussion, but it also made me wonder if she wanted to avoid other questions too. She had almost been killed not even twelve hours ago, was she really in the mood for sex already? In any case, I let her do whatever she wanted, since it also favored my situation. I couldn’t let her know the truth about the mark. Since we never had a proper contract between us, I didn’t care about lying to her, but still, the promise I made to her brother still bounded me to treat her in a certain way. Unexpectedly though, it seemed like she also wanted to hide something, since rushing into sex when she had barely recovered from last night incident, without even asking about my mission, was suspicious. I needed to investigate, starting with someone who would answer to my questions honestly and was present during the incident: Akura-Ou himself. I already knew where to find him.

“So, you’re telling me she wasn’t lying? You are going to eat her soul and that the mark wasn’t fake?”

“Exactly.”

“So I was wrong and I can’t kill her.”

“Not for the time being. You can get your chance only after I consume her brother’s soul. She is desperately trying to revive him, but alas, he never will. I’ll make sure to devour his soul and then devour her too, but if you’ll be swift enough you can kill her for me when the time comes.”

“Yeah, if she doesn’t die before that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Why? Don’t you know everything about your Lady and Mistress?”

“I do. My Lady has her mission and we share a contract, so if you won’t-"

“There’s no need to make threats, Sebastian. You know very well that I’m just a frail human being for now. All right, I’ll step back for the time being. Seems like I should prepare myself better for the future. Just know this: I know you’re lying. I’m not going to tell her that mark is fake now, only because I will reveal that to her later, after I’ll take back my body and powers and I’ll snatch her from you under your nose. I’ll torture her until she’ll beg me to make the pain stop. Only then she’ll know everything you told her was a lie.”

“That is, only if you can, Akura-Ou.”

“I guess we’ll see, demon.”

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May 13, Friday, 14:47 (present time)

“Why don’t you check on her directly, Levi?”

“There’s no need, Hange. She was fine when you visited her and you said she is grateful for my intervention, which means she’s well enough.”

“I think she would like to thank you in person.”

“Then she’ll come here when she sees it fit.”

“You know, you don’t have to be this much emotional constipated. I’m not telling you to go there with flowers or be worried as Mizuki was.”

“Thank heavens.”

“…I mean, you could just act nice to our ally.”

“You did the honors already.”

“You’re a terrible diplomat.”

“That’s exactly why Erwin chose you as the Commander.”

It was rare for me to speak his name out loud, something Hange knew very well. My chest always tightened until I couldn’t breathe whenever I thought of him, even after years had passed. I didn’t have any regrets about what I did, someone had to think of him as a human being instead of a monster, but those thoughts didn’t made it easier to remember him. Before Hange could say something, a knock on the door of the studio at the villa made us shift our focus.

“Yes?”

“It’s Mey-Rin.”

“Come in.”

That maid always looked funny, but one night I was able to witness her true talent as a sniper, and from that moment I found a new respect for her. That trembling girl, who tried to hidden herself behind those thick glasses was more dangerous than most of the recruits I used to know from the Survey Corps. To be fair, she was ever more dangerous than most of the thugs in the Underground. She entered the door and came close to me, something I didn’t expect, since she only spoke to Hange. She handed me a small bag.

“M-my Lady said to deliver this to you, C-captain.”

“Thank you.”

She quickly went back, closing the door behind her, and in that moment Hange moved from her seat and placed a hand over my shoulder.

“At least she’s good at diplomacy.”

I wanted to say more, but she was already gone, leaving me alone in that big bright room. I went out on the terrace and put the bag on the coffee-table in front of me as I seated on one of the chair placed outside. The warm of spring was already shifting towards the summer’s heat, but since I left the Underground, I couldn’t ignore the bliss of feeling that warmth all over my skin. A last thought of Erwin crossed my mind as I remembered the day of our first expedition when I decided I would follow him; the sky that day was as bright as the one above me today was. I passed my hand all over my face, as to shrug away those memories ad regain control before the bag. There was an envelop and a small box inside. I traced the profile of the name written on the back of the letter, addressed to “Captain Levi Ackerman”. It sounded so official that if it wasn’t for Mey-Rin telling me it was from the Miss, I would think it came directly from the Government in Paradis. Her calligraphy was clearer than I would’ve imagined, but still denoted a certain childish look. I opened the letter and read the content.

“Captain Ackerman,

forgive me for not giving this present in person, but I’m afraid I would be too embarrassed to do so. Perhaps I shouldn’t tell you this, but you’re too sharp not to notice that I don’t like being seen helpless, even if that’s the only side of me you have known. But I’m not here to write about me.

I’m writing this to thank you for saving me that night, I owe you my life. I wanted to show you my gratitude, but then I realized I don’t know anything about you, nor I wish to intrude and ask about your preferences, since it’s not my place to even know them. This is why I resorted to the two topics we have discussed about. I thought of two presents, one of them I know you’ll appreciate, and the other one is just suggestion based on my own preference which I hope you’ll like as well.

First, next Sunday, I’ll have to go to the bigger stables, near the woods. I wanted to show them to you, in case you would like to ride in a bigger and maybe more familiar place. Of course, you’re not obligated to accept to come with me, but I really think you could like that place, and if you actually will like it, I’ll give those stables and the near land to you. You can do with it whatever you prefer. Those stables were a property of my brother, but I’m not so good with horses, that is why I hope you will enjoy it more than I can. Also, I hope that if you ever need a place to go to outside of Paradis, you could think about those stables as home. At least while you're forced to stay here.

The second present is within the box. It’s my old music player. I added some new songs, but you’ll mostly found old ones I used to relate with a lot. I hope you’ll accept to listen to some of them to find a different way to express your feelings. As someone said: ‘when words fail, music speaks’ or something like that. I don’t know if you’ll like music, or if you’ll develop different tastes from mine, or if you’ll never turn that player on, but still I wanted to suggest you a way to feel some kind of relief, and music is the only method I know.

"This melody will always bring you right back home."

This song I quoted is so important to me, especially right now, but I decided to write only these words because they summarize what music does for me. Music gave a home, and it brings me back to it every time I'm lost. Maybe you don't need any of this at all but all I want to do is give you something you can enjoy while you're stuck here as a way to thank you and to apologize. I wanted to do this in person but I still haven't found the nerve to talk to you and so I'm trying to say it without speaking out loud. I think I had already promised you a playlist anyway, so think of this as the fulfillment of a promise. One last thing: if you’ll accept the gifts, just tell Mey-Rin. I’ll wait for your answer, hoping to see you next week.

With gratitude,

Nanami Miss.”

I was shocked through most of the letter. Giving me a stable was absurd, something so unusual and weird that I couldn’t help but smile, which I did again after reading how she had signed herself. I placed my hand over my eyes and reclined my head, letting it rest on the edge of the chair I was sitting on and before I could realize it, I was really giggling out loud, not only in my head. I wasn’t one to analyze my feelings, but I couldn’t help but wonder how much time had passed since I had genuinely felt like this. I re-read the letter and one word stuck inside my head for the rest of the day. “Home.” She wanted to give me a refuge, a home, in her unfamiliar and stranger world.

Why?

And why her words were warming my bones more than the sun over my head?

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Author's note: Hello! First of all, I hope you're well. These chapters may have a deeper and more dramatic ton, I know, but this wasn't a romantic comedy to begin with, even if sometimes it may strike more as a telenovela (but we all know that telenovelas face serious themes too). Mention of honor goes to the song in the title. It's an old song belonging to Linkin Park and I truly recommend it. i decided to include only few words, but the lyrics overall are truly precious. Anyway, I hope you like the way this story is growing and developing. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter and mostly, I hope you're all doing fine. Thank you for reading and see you soon!

(*) "Roni, I'm going. See you later, pumpkin." (the literal translation of "cucciola" is actually "puppy", but I think "pumpkin" is a better word to describe the feeling of the sentence)

#nomen #fanfic #ff #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #aot #kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #snk #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x oc #levi x oc #akura ou #mizuki

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papers4me · 4 years ago

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Scattered thoughts (SE02). part #1

I did a similar post after Se01 ended to collect all the scattered thoughts that didn’t have a place in my ep reviews due to space. This part will only focus on the BEACH ARC.

-Beach arc is the best furuba arc yet! way better than the “after Beach arc”, duno what it’s called. However, it is better for the following reasons:

The pacing flows effortlessly!

No weird jumps or left out plot threads or abruptly leaving plots for later. Every big moment any character has is followed by logical progression or if it is meant to be dealt with later, then it is followed by logical presentation of the character itself deciding not to dwell on it such as tohru’s flashback with her mom, which was not meant to be dealt with now, so we slowly see tohru either making her self busy with other things or getting help to let go of it by other characters: kyo.

All characters, including minor characters, had spotlight equally. Truly representing “ fruits basket” being an ensemble cast show that tells humanity stories. Yuki, kyo, tohru, shigure, akito, rin, haru, momiji, hiro, even kisa got sth important to say.

No character hijacked another characters’ moment. Each character either said what they felt by themselves to the viewers (yuki-kyo) or showed it to the viewers via facial expressions (shigure-tohru) or was commented on by others within the same scene (when kyo said tohru isn’t herself to hiro cuz he thinks hiro is the cause- & when shigure told hatori abt akito cuz he felt her attachment to kureno is odd). No odd/excessive voice-overs that hijack other characters’ space & cramp the ep with unnecessary lengthy monologues or direct life lessons such as the after beach arc: Se02, ep 14 where yuki, shigure, haru & kagura talked on behalf of kyo, rin & tohru.

Each character’s had a decisive moment that impacted their direction & goal for the entire story. yuki, kyo, tohru, akito, hiro, rin, shigure & momoji all decided big & minor decisions that were reflected later.

Show-not-Tell was amazingly implemented in the beach arc. We understood that they we’re in love, sad, confused, scared, angry & frustrated by looking at the characters’ face expressions, their interactions with others, & lots of imagery. Yuki’s perspective of tohru as a mother figure was shown amazingly via depicting her caring for hiro, momiji & kisa. kyo’s concern for tohru’s changed behavior was not shown by having tohru behave differently. She was laughing & smiling & tricked us as she perfected her “i’m okay” mask, but it was shown via him pointing out that her laughs are shallow & seizing chances to talk to her without him monolouging abt anything. Tohru’s trust & reliance in kyo was shown via her putting her hand on his knee when they chatted abt her mom’s watermelon memory without the need for any inner thoughts or words.

One of the strongest show-not-tell moments was between akito & shigure in the dark room where both didn’t talk directly abt the source of their annoyance but you could tell the atmosphere was charged with tension!!

The biggest Show-Not-Tell moment at all is the continuous depiction via imagery & interaction of the difference between kyo/tohru’s romantic interaction filled with spontaneous flirting, mutual understanding & support as kyo supports tohru in getting over her pain & tohru supports kyo via seeking his company, enjoying their time together which means a lot to the outcast cat & yuki/tohru’s platonic interaction filled with tohru’s one-sided support & yuki’s longing for care & warmth. You can tell there is NO love-triangle between these three without anyone pointing out that.

It had furuba’s best written ep yet!!!!! ep.9. A writer who can envision the most thrilling, captivating, realistic & brutal scene between two characters talking in an empty room without much movements or action or excessive flashbacks or heavy monologue or reliance on lots of imagery, all while showing every emotion realistically & logically & even subtly revealing the show’s biggest plot twist!! is an epic writer hands down!!!!!! truly a superb writing skill!! One of the well-written eps I’ve seen.

The whole arc subverted expectations. Most beach eps in shojo anime are happy, romantic & maybe a bit eechi.lol. But Not furuba. Here it is abuse, sadness, self discovery, toxic family, confusing love-triangles that turned out to be not real, tears, family secrets, flashbacks of two dead characters. Even the love realizations moments were sad. Yuki realized his love is platonic & felt sorry that he sought a mother in a girl his age. Kyo realized he loves the daughter of the woman he thought he hurt & who explicitly hates him in her her dying moment “ I won’t forgive you”! He cried in despair & sorrow for tohru & himself.

Beach arc has furuba’s most shocking plot twist yet with kyoko’s haunting words to kyo of "Not Forgiving him”. This (can of worms) secret will be so ugly when it unfolds. It Has to be ugly! Logically it hast to!! NO EXIT!

The irony of akito igniting tohru’s spirit to fight the curse while thinking she scared her away.

Kyo had one of the most romantic love confessions that I have ever heard! & he didn’t even say it to tohru!!!!

Throughout the beach arc, only three animal transformations happened: momoji ( twice) & rin once.

Akito’s ep 9 scene with kyo & ep 10 scene with shigure are two sides of her twisted & unstable mind! truly well-written. From showing her clever abusive tactics, completely in control to showing her loosing it & at loss at shigure’s cold behavior, loosing all control over him.

My interest in shigure skyrocketed in ep. 10. He looked so angry, bitter, jealous & intentionally inflecting pain with his words to akito! ( mirroring what he did to kureno in ep, 25).

It had one of the cutest moments between all characters ( tohru/kyo, tohru/yuki, tohru/momiji, tohru/kisa, kisa/hiro, kyo/haru, haru/yuki, hiro/momiji, kyo/momiji, kyo/hiro & even kyo/yuki) all young characters interacted & their relationships moved positively. Yes, even kyo/yuki reached an unspoken agreement to stop fighting & ignore each other unless tohru needs help/support.

There was a showdown between the female protagonist & the female antagonist where neither of them won. Both were hurt & both were extreme in their perspective. Akito for wanting an unrealistic eternal banquet & imprisoning the cat while blinding her eyes that no one truly wants her company & tohru for wanting to break a magical curse & unrealistically save everybody while burying her own traumatic issues under her concern for others.

During beach time, Kyo got the best noticeable body/physical growth & glow! yuki remained pretty as always! haru is still hot! momiji is a cute kid! & hiro wants to be a man! XD

Shigure was all kinds of mess. He’s always a mess when he’s close to akito.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #sick paper #beach arc

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mimemindmine · 6 years ago

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Emiya-Chi Volume 1 Bonus Chapter 3-4 Script

I have recently been busy recently. However, I had found time to translate the script of the last two bonus chapters of volume 1. I will not be posting the raws. However, if you happen to have the comic and have noticed any mistakes in my script, please tell me!

Bonus chapter 3

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Panel 1

Shirou: I'll be back around three. So, I'll leave the house to you.

Panel 1-2

Saber: Alright.

Saber 2: I’ll await your return, Shirou. Stay safe.

Panel 3

Clatter

Bubble: Shuts!

Panel 4:

Saber 1:...Now,

Saber 2: the time has arrived..

Bonus chapter 2: Saber's afternoon snack

Panel 6

Saber:

I wonder if it’ll come out well...

Panel 7

???:

Huh? Is that you, Saber-san?

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Panel 2

Saber 1:

Shirou is always the one preparing food. So naturally, I...

Saber 2:

In any case, isn't it s-strange that I would try creating something?

panel 3

Sakura 1:

Not at all!

Sakura 2:

Senpai would surely be happy that you tried!

panel 4

Sakura 1:

Anyways, how about we start off with pancakes?

Sakura 2:

Even for someone who doesn't usually cook, it should be easy enough.

panel 5

Saber: Pancakes! Would I even be able to make those?

Aside: That does sound scrumptious...

Panel 6

Sakura's outside comment: Of course!

Rider's outside comment: Leave the food testing to me!

Sakura: It'll be fine!

written in bubble: Your pancakes will be delicious!!

panel 7

After days of practice

Panel 8

Saber 1: I'll be fine. Sakura has taught me well.

Saber 2: ....It's time to show the results of my training!

Arrow: Shirou's apron

*tighten fist*

panel 9

Instruction:

in the bowl, whisk both the milk and eggs together

written upper right: egg

written upper left: milk

Sound effect: Spin, spin

Panel 10

Instructions:

Add and mix the pancake mix into the bowl...

written: store bought

Saber:

I should mix as if I'm cutting something

saber written:

I mustn't mix too hard...

cut cut

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panel 1

Instruction 1: After heating up the pan,

Instruction 2: rest a moist towel on the pan's surface for one or two seconds

Sakura written: Be careful not to let it get too cold

sizzle

panel 2

Instruction 1: We'll be heating the mix.

Instruction 2: Using medium to high heat, pour one ladle full of the pancake mix into the pan. Make sure to do so from about 20~30 cm above the pan.

Written section south of the instructions:

Teflon pans will make oil unnecessary

Sound effect:

Sizzle

Panel 3-4

Instruction 1:

After 2-3 mins, air pockets will emerge on the surface of the dough. To deal with this,

Instruction 2: Flip the pancake and heat the other side for 2-3 mins and then...

Focused!

Flip

Panel 5

Saber:

Ah! It came out well

Written:

Finished!!

panel 6

Shirou:

I'm home

Panel 7:

Shirou 1

:...hmm?

Shirou 2:

...I'm smelling something sweet again.

sniff

panel 8

Saber 1:

Welcome back, Shirou

Saber 2:

...um, Shirou.There's something I want to show you.

pg 148

Panel 1

Shirou:

...Pancakes? What’s this about?

Panel 2:

Saber 1:

Well... I made them.

Saber 2:

Since you are always cooking for me, I wanted to return the favor...

panel 3:

Saber 1:

I can't make anything comparable to you. But!

Saber 2:

But...Sakura taught me.

Panel 5

Shirou:

Pwu

Written:

Heh Heh

Panel 6

Saber 1:

W-what is it, Shirou?

Saber 2:

Why are you laughing?

Panel 7

Written:

I've asked Sakura about it, but she said that she didn’t know about that.

Shirou bubble written: Sorry.

Shirou 1:

It's not that. Whenever I return home, I noticed a sweet aroma in the kitchen. I was wondering what it was.

Shirou 2:

But, it was Saber this whole time.

Panel 8

Shirou:

May I give it try

Saber written: Yes!

Saber:

Please do!

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Panel 1

Saber:

Do you like it?

Panel 2:

chew

Panel 3:

Shirou:

...Yeah.

Shirou 2:

It’s delicious.

panel 6:

Saber:

...Shirou.

Saber 2:

Cooking for someone is…

Saber 3:

A wonderful experience.

Panel 7

Shirou:

...Saber. If that's how you feel, would you try making something again?

Panel 8:

Saber:

Sure. I'll try as long as you want.

Panel 9

Shirou written: Yup. Yup. This really is delicious.

Saber written: I have to say that these pancakes came out.

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Fluffy Pancakes

Left side

First Box: Ingredients: Portions for one person (2 pancakes)

contents:

100 G of Pancake Mix

1 Medium Sized Egg

60 ML (or 4 Tablespoons) of Milk

Written: With a bit of creativity...

Saber: I see

Sakura: Other patterns also exist

100 G of Pancake

1 medium sized Egg

60 ml (or 4 Tablespoons) of Milk

1 Tablespoon of Milk

(Note):

Mayonnaise has a great affinity with the other ingredients. The additional ingredient will give the pancake a crispy exterior and react to the mix; in addition to the crispy exterior, this will enable the mixture to make fuller pancakes.

100 G of Pancake Mix

1 Medium Sized Egg

50 ml of milk

2 Tablespoons of Yogurt

(Note): The acid from the yogurt will react the pancake mix; this will cause gas to be released and make it easier to create fluffier pancakes.

Right side:

1. Thoroughly mix the egg and milk within a bowl.

2. Add and mix the pancake mix.

If you are using a whisk, mix as if you were ladling out and pouring the mix back into the bowl.

If you are using a spatula, mix the mixture using cutting motions.

(Note) Keep stirring until the mix becomes a gluten-like consistency.

3. Heat up the frying pan and place a wet towel on the pan's surface for 1-2 Seconds.

(Note) The purpose of this is to ensure that the frying pan is at a uniform temperature. It isn't to cool down the pan, so be mindful of that.

4. Prepare to cook the mix from step 2.

If you are using an iron pan, pour a thin coat of oil. If you are using a teflon pan, adding extra oil will be unnecessary.

Using low to medium heat, pour a ladle full of pancake mix about 20-30 cm above the pan.

(Note) This is done to reduce the number of air bubbles and to ensure that your pancakes remain circular.

5. Pour the mix in at low heat. After two to three minutes, air bubbles may appear and that is a sign to flip the pancake. After cooking the pancake for an additional 2-3 minutes, the pancake will be done.

Repeat steps 4-5 for as many pancakes you wish to make.

Last box: Pointers for the fluffiest pancakes

1. Don't excessively blend the pancake mix.

2. When the mix is prepared, you should be ready to cook. (Otherwise your pancake may not rise.)

3. When the ingredients begin to cook, the temperature should be switched to medium-high. (This is done to prevent the pancakes from sticking to the pan)

Bonus chapter 4

Bonus 4

Pg 153

Panel 1

Archer:

It seems that this comic has gotten seralized.

Panel 2:

Rider:

Oh?

Saber's sound effect:

crunch crunch

Panel 3

Medusa's bubble:

Finally interested in joining the bandwagon, Archer?

Medusa written:

If it's you, you'll fit right in.

Mesuda's sign:

Today menu for the (Censored) family

**If you wanna have fun it's "Emiya" that's supposed to be censored

Archer 1:

What do you mean by "finally"...?

Archer 2:

Rider, couldn't you not draw attention to my name?

Archer Written:

Though it's a moot point.

panel 4

Bonus chapter

Panel 5

Rider 1:

It hasn't been that long, but

Rider 2:

We've already published 9 chapters.

written: Eventually, we'll also include the chapters in Type-Moon Ace.

pg 154

Panel 1

Rider:

Anyways, I'm happy that Sakura's been getting more screen time.

Sound effect:

Sip Sip

Panel 2:

Saber: The Yose Nabe had a warm, but gentle feeling to it.

Saber 2: The Bamboo Gratin also had that feeling as well.

Panel 3

Cu: Exactly. The grilled salmon was also good.

Panel 5:

Archer:

Since when where you were here, Lancer?

Lancer:

I've always been here.

Panel 6

Archer:

Hmmmm

Panel 7

Archer:

If it was me, how would I have seasoned this....

Written: This method would....

Saber:

Oh?

155

Panel 1:

Saber:

As I thought, you could also cook.

Archer:

If it's necessary, I'll do it.

Panel 2-3

Saber:

Ah. Well... I would like to try your cooking.

Panel 5

Archer 1:

If I...

Archer 2:

just happened to make something,

Panel 6

Archer:

would you give it a try?

Katakana sound effect:(basically it's him putting on the apron. English doesn't have a sound effect for that.I suggest the billowing cape sound effect for this scene. I'll post some suggestions. But, I don't have a "Good" recommendation for this section)

Suggestions: ** Swoo~osh~!/ Apron. On!

Lancer:

Isn't he pumped?

Rider:

I wanted to say that....

pg 156

Panel 1

Shirou:

What...

Pane 2:

Shirou:

What's going on...?

Rin:

Who knows..

Written:

Why are they even gathered together?

Announcement: check

Today on the Emiya Family's menu has been serialized!

And is currently a work in-progress.

So please wait until the comic's sale.

Chapters published on Type-Moon Ace will also be included!!

We'll be looking forward to it!

Saber written:

hmmm

(Note) Each volume will include newly added bonus chapters.

#shirou emiya #Today's Menu For Emiya Family #Emiya-san Chi no Kyou no Gohan #Bonus chapter

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