#yumeship fanfic

[amethiosspouse]

「 ✦ Love Language ✦ 」

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Synopsis: Amethio learning Tagalog just so that he can sing Filo love songs to Mari <3

Tags/Warnings: For plot reasons, please pretend a Tagalog course is available on Doduolingo, Amethio and Mari’s relationship in this fic is at an awkward point (transitioning from just puppy crushes to a full on committed relationship), Mari goes by he/him pronouns in this fic

A/N: There's translations at the end of the fic. Any sentence with an asterik* on it will have translations!

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Word Count: 1203

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Amethio was ready to snap his Rotom Phone in half. Yet another question wrong and another heart lost. The young man was learning Tagalog for the past three months and yet the only word he was able to remember was “Mabuhay!” and it wasn’t even from the stupid Doduolingo app itself. He had never put this much effort into someone he loved before, mainly because the concept of love itself was foreign to his nature, but it wasn’t until he finally succumbed to his feelings for his lifelong sweetheart that Amethio truly knew what it meant to love someone from the depths of his heart.

And this was how he was going to show that form of love, by learning Mari’s native language and singing a song in said language. All was fine until it dawned on him that he couldn’t utter a single coherent sentence in Tagalog. He had been blinded by the thought of impressing Mari so much that he wasn't even able to understand the basics of the language he was learning. At first, he was considering to approach Kisma to learn the basics of the language. It was a solid idea because it meant that during his study session with the older guy, he would be able to see his darling. So why didn’t he take the offer? Because poor little Amethio was and always will be a stubborn and prideful man. Plus reaching out to a man he barely knew would be quite the suspicious move, especially if you considered the fact that said man was Mari’s older brother. So in his defense, Amethio never had another option other than to learn the language by himself…

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After losing his last heart to another basic question, Amethio threw his head back in exasperation and groaned as if a million Copperajah’s just trampled over him, causing bystanders in the hall to eye him with telltale looks. He shot them bitter glares to which they all looked away, before getting back to the task at hand.

He could easily spend another 350 gems to replenish his hearts…or he could just spend $10 for unlimited hearts to keep on learning. With that, he made up his mind. Just as Amethio was about to fork away his credit card details to a viridian vireo, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Can I help you?” Amethio craned his neck to look up at the figure behind him, blinking.

It was Kisma. The man who Amethio could only describe as his savior at that very moment in his life. The older man stared Amethio down, his taller frame towered over the shorter male. He leaned down a bit just so that he was able to reach Amethio’s ear height and began to speak in a low and teasing tone. “So you’re the one who’s turned my sibling into a lovestruck schoolboy.” He quickly took a glance at Amethio’s Rotom Phone, a devilish smirk spreaded on his face. “Oh ho ho! What do we have here, Mr Loverman?” Kisma teases. He gave Amethio a teasing smirk before he turned to walk away but just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks and spoke again, this time in a more friendly and inviting manner. “I’ll swing by the student council meeting room after you guys are finished and I’ll pick you up. Mari doesn’t get home until around dinner time during Tuesdays.” And so, that’s how it began. Every Tuesday afternoon after his student council meetings, Amethio would spend his afternoons being tutored by Kisma in secret. He didn’t expect him to be both an excellent teacher and listener, but all things were in the fate of Arceus. During that time, Amethio also learned how to play the guitar just for Mari. He was finally getting somewhere in terms of his progress in learning how to court his lover the traditional way and it only took him less than a month to learn the song and how to pronounce the lyrics properly all while being able to keep it a secret from his beloved.

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Then came the day of judgment. Amethio took Mari out to a safe and secluded area where the two were able to have some time alone without a certain purple, dual typed prankster getting in the way of these rare moments they shared. As the sun began to set behind the mountain range, the last of its rays shone on the two lovers, leaving a golden, sun kissed hue to the scenery unfolding. Amethio took the wooden instrument out of his case and began to serenade his lover to his heart’s content, his voice laced with nothing but pure love and dedication. All those long, tiresome and sleepless nights clearly paid off for Mari was left in complete awe. Never in a million years did he think that someone loved him that much to not only learn his native language but to also sing a song as well. As he finished singing, he gently cupped Mari’s cheeks. His long, slender fingers gently caressed their tanned skin.

“Ano na ngayon? Hinde mo ba ako bibigyan ng halik?* He spoke in a teasing manner. Mari gave him a light shove before he crossed his arms and huffed and pouted like a little kid.

“Umayos ka! Kung hinde kita mahal, sinampal ko na ikaw!”* The flustered male responded. Amethio chuckled, he knew that judging by the light blushing tint to Mari’s face that he was just a flustered mess. Once he was able to calm down, Mari spoke up again. This time in a quieter, more timid tone it was almost as if he was about to cry. “Nobody has ever gone this far in hopes of impressing me…Thank you for doing all this. A.. and…thank you for being able to love me in a way I could never be able to love myself.” There was a lump in his throat. It was as if someone grabbed him by the throat and started to choke him, and that someone was Cupid. Mari was overwhelmed by such a small but meaningful love language so much that he started to cry just from sheer happiness that someone had finally accepted who he was as a person.

“I love you, Amethio.” Mari managed to speak through small squeaky sobs. Amethio wraps his slender arms around his boyfriend, in hopes of comforting him in this moment for he knew how much this all probably took a toll on Mari. He kissed him on the forehead and then on the lips, a quick but deep kiss that left him wanting more. He managed to get Mari to calm down before uttering the words that would surely send Mari into overdrive.

“I love you too, Mari.”

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Translations!! :

“Ano na ngayon? Hinde mo ba ako bibigyan ng halik? Translation: "What now? Aren't you gonna give me a kiss?"

“Umayos ka! Kung hinde kita mahal, sinampal ko na ikaw!” Translation: "Settle down! If I didn't love you then I would've slapped you by now!"

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©2024 amethiosspouse do not repost on other platforms or claim as your own work !!~

[toffee32]

Hello! I just made this blog to have a place to properly archive this comic I made on a scrollable site. I drew this over the span of five months, posted it on twitter as I finished around four pages every time. This is a Vulpes/OC courier fanfiction. Her name is Mila but I clasically call her Six in this comic ♡  I hope you enjoy!! I hope I'll get the possibility to share more of all the Fallout fanart I have drawn and that I'll be drawing in the future in this account since I love these series, but also to share other original creation stuff like the bunnies I love drawing, also history and religion ♡ 

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[masked-tornado]

All about Allen Alagona

Overview:

Basics

Allen's backstory

Allen's personality

Allen's relationships

Allen's relationship with Deuce

Allen & blot

Allen's previous life

Allen's magic

Fun facts

OFFICIAL ALLEN X DEUCE POSTS:

1 // 2 // 3

1. Basics

Allen is a Ramshackle freshman who comes from another world (¾ Italian, ¼ Japanese) and "has no magic".

He's an aspiring illustrator and musician who doesn't seem to have success no matter how hard he tries. Whenever he attempted to gain attention on the internet before, all he ever received was ignorance and hate. Nowadays, he's too scared to try again.

2. Allen's backstory

Allen is an intersex boy and was born with lower testosterone levels as well as a mostly "female" outward anatomy.

Having suffered from a genetic anxiety disorder since his childhood, Allen was never really able to enjoy things. Once he got into school, he was mostly used for his good grades and ignored otherwise.

However, things got much worse when puberty started: Allen's body was feminine and muscular at the same time, and he towered over his classmates. His resting bitch face didn't help with people finding him intimidating and scary... and soon, he was not only ignored, but actively avoided and made fun of. He got pushed around, insulted, and told that "a freak like him" could never be loved. Nobody invited him to hang out, people pretended to have crushes on him in order to fool him, and all the "friends" he ever had badmouthed him behind his back.

Allen couldn't tell anyone about how hurt he was — boys weren't supposed to cry and act all whiny, and he would prove that he was indeed a boy by being all tough.

Trying to escape from the bullying at school, Allen put all of his feelings into art instead — a thing he was told he was "gifted" at — and started sharing it on social media. However, as he watched other artists blow up and build entire fanbases, absolutely nothing happened to him; he was either ignored or insulted for his art, seemingly never being good enough to earn compliments. Combined with the fact that Allen compared himself with other artists a lot, he slowly started losing confidence in the one thing he enjoyed and thought he was skilled at.

That wasn't the only thing Allen "wasn't good enough" for. As he got older, the topics at school progressively got harder, and the model student started struggling with them a little. His grades dropped from As to As and Bs, and that was somehow already enough for his teachers to blame him. "What's wrong?", "I expected better from you" and "stop slacking" were just some of the things Allen had to hear from them. He began studying even more in an attempt to satisfy them and prove his worth to himself, but nothing seemed to work out, and instead, it all led to Allen having a burnout.

At this point, Allen started believing that he was possessed. How could one single person have so much bad luck and be hated this much solely for trying to live his life...?

...and why was he even trying when he was never good enough for anyone anyway?

It was then that Allen decided to give up on everything. His grades never satisfied his teachers no matter how well he did, so why should he work for them at all? His gentle personality was never appreciated, so why should he be kind? Fights hurt him, so why shouldn't he fight back?

Allen slowly became a delinquent. He started skipping class almost every day, finally dared to cuss, and got into lots of verbal fights with the people who formerly bullied him. Those who already feared Allen before were now absolutely terrified of him, and soon, rumors about an actual possession started spreading.

The headmaster couldn't stand watching the process of one of her most valuable honor students turning into a delinquent and eventually kicked Allen out of school for his shenanigans.

Allen knew he wouldn't attend a school ever again due to what it had done to his health, but at the same time, he was in desperate need of that graduation if he ever wanted to have a proper job. He tried to blackmail the headmaster into giving him his graduation by threatening to expose the school for how they covered bullying and even allowed teachers to be bullies, but ultimately, Allen got nothing out of it.

He had nothing but his parents now. He had no friends, no confidence, no future. He was likely possessed, doomed by the universe.

Allen lost the sparkle in his eye; he wanted nothing more than to disappear. But the thought of his parents' grief forced him to stay alive. Every day was torture and reminded Allen of how much of a failure he was, and he progressively grew angrier...

...until he started imagining himself in music videos every time he listened to songs.

That was when Allen had an idea. He couldn't be violent, so why not channel all of his hatred and wrath into lyrics and make his own music? This time, he wouldn't post anything online in a long time, instead taking things slow.

Things slowly got a little better — Allen was able to start a hormone therapy, dyed his hair, changed his overall appearance, disassociated himself from his old self, and learned to control his anger through writing and other methods he figured out for himself. However, the emptiness, anxiety and hopelessness remained, and Allen was stuck with depression.

Just the day when Allen wanted to finally buy a software to produce music with, he woke up in a coffin in a strange world...

3. Allen's personality

Allen is widely known to be friendly, lowkey, mature, calm and helpful. People admire him for his good looks and determination, and some even consider him to be perfect due to the fact that he is additionally "good at everything". He also avoids fights and more heated discussions and instead serves as a mediator most of the time, earning him a fair amount of respect at NRC.

Allen has an easy time getting along with people and, while he rarely engages in deep conversations, generally enjoys talking and spending time with others, even if he's not close to them.

The truth: this is a mask.

Allen is an extremely flawed person but skilled at hiding it. He doesn't do anything he's bad at in public, only voices reasonable opinions, uses white lies in order to not accidentally hurt people, and hides all of his mental struggles as much as possible.

Not only does the real Allen envy everyone who is in some way more successful or "better" at something than him, but he has also developed a superiority complex to cope with his insecurities. He even feels this way towards some of his friends, yet doesn't dare to speak up on it out of fear of ending up all alone again.

The real Allen writes aggressive songs, has violent thoughts, and hates himself with a burning passion. His trauma and insecurities always get the better of him, and Allen still believes that he's ugly, worthless and not deserving of love despite being one of the most popular people at NRC.

The real Allen also doesn't care about the problems of people and gets impatient extremely quickly (Deuce is an exception — Allen cares about him a lot and is patient with him — as well as other people who have genuinely earned Allen's trust). His primary motivation for helping with bigger issues around the school is to draw attention to himself and finally receive praise.

Allen's biggest fear is to be lonely, abandoned and ignored, which is why he does his best to hide all of his flaws and true opinions on people — he doesn't want to risk being disliked now that he's finally appreciated somewhere.

The only person who knows the real Allen (and who he is 100% honest to) is Deuce, who doesn't judge him at all and instead understands him.

4. Allen's relationships

5. Allen's relationship with Deuce

Ever since day one, they've been best friends who always know what the other is thinking/feeling and do almost everything together.

Having the same experiences in a mirrored way, Allen and Deuce are able to understand each other better than anyone else could and naturally help each other because of it. Allen is able to assist Deuce with studying while making sure that he doesn't overwork himself and provides him with healthy outlets for his delinquent tendencies, which helps Deuce mature and grow calmer. Instead of trying to change Deuce, Allen helps him see the good in his flaws and use them to Deuce's advantage while fully supporting his goals and making sure that Deuce doesn't lose himself. Deuce, on the other hand, simply loves and admires Allen the way he is, which helps Allen slowly accept himself more. Being around someone who's so similar to himself and genuinely supports, understands and adores him also manages to fill the void in Allen's heart at least a bit.

Due to Allen's tough vibes, determined personality, intelligence and pretty appearance, Deuce fell for him extremely quickly (it was basically love at first sight for him). Allen fell for Deuce during book 4 when he realized just how much he missed the boy. After hesitating with a confession for a long time due to how it could possibly affect their friendship, Allen and Deuce eventually start dating some time after book 7.

Before I go on an eternal ramble about these two, here are some posts from my Deuce x Allen blog explaining their relationship further:

How they help each other

Why I ship them

Relationship timeline

Facts about them

6. Allen & blot

Allen feels his body get weaker and is somewhat out of touch with it in Twisted Wonderland. At first, he isn't aware of what the reason might be, but things resolve themselves... in the worst way possible.

During every breakdown occuring after these symptoms, a part of Allen's body changes. At first, he merely cries black tears, but then his hair turns another color, followed by another body part every time... until Allen is fully convinced that his demon is slowly taking over.

These occurrences are, in fact, mini overblots building up to Allen's first proper overblot, in which he assumes the form of a demon prince with fire-based magic and massive claws.

Due to his overall physical and mental weakness as well as the fact that he's not from Twisted Wonderland, blot affects Allen extremely easily and in a different way than with mages.

But why can he accumulate blot if he's not a mage himself? Well...

7. Allen's previous life

Unbeknownst to everyone, Allen is the reincarnation of Asterope, an infamous mage from Twisted Wonderland.

Asterope was an exceptional mage said to have been blessed who had weather-based powers but couldn't fully control them due to his impulsive personality. As a result, he accidentally slaughtered a village through a tornado in a fit of rage caused by being excluded and bullied, and became a wanted criminal as a result. He ran away, assumed the identity of "Alan" and joined the Silver Owls, only to be caught when he found out about his sole friend's death and accidentally caused another tornado. Asterope then got executed, and to this day, he's known as nothing but a villain.

Nobody is aware that Allen is Asterope's reincarnation and supposed to fix his legacy until Allen dies after being stabbed during a friend's overblot. A storm is raging outside the school during the entirety of Allen being in a critical state and eventually dying. While his body is already dead, Allen's mind intensely relives the moments from both his current life and the one he had as Asterope. Ironically, his strong blot accumulation and Asterope's desire for wanting his legacy to be fixed through his "successor" eventually bring Allen back to life, leaving him with mere permanent tattoos... and the ability to use magic.

Shortly before Allen awakens, Asterope speaks through him, talking about his legacy. Later on, Allen and his friends do their best to figure out what exactly happened.

8. Allen's magic

Allen has fairly little control over his everyday magic due to both his mood swings and the fact that he's entirely new to this kind of thing. However, he is eager to learn and improve so he can hopefully reach an average skill level.

On the other hand, Allen's Unique Magic is incredibly powerful and can only be countered by the strongest of mages when they're concentrated. "The Calm Before the Storm" traps a being in a tornado that drains them of all their physical and mental energy, often causing the person in question to pass out. It can be used on living creatures from all worlds.

Fun fact: Allen discovers his Unique Magic before he can use normal magic at all.

9. Fun facts

Allen is three days older than Ace.

Allen is good with animals and children.

Allen's natural hair color is black.

Allen is considered to be one of the prettiest people at NRC, but isn't aware of this.

Allen collects plushies and Deuce gifts them to him regularly.

Allen loves Shiba Inus.

Allen likes motorcycles and blastcycles.

Allen is an only child.

Allen loves his parents but is distant from the rest of his family.

Allen has photographic memory.

Allen eats instant noodles a lot.

Allen can't cook, but is willing to learn how to cook egg dishes for Deuce.

Allen doesn't have a lot of stamina.

Allen has problems falling asleep.

Allen is generally bad at sports, but can run fastly and dance very well. He does, however, suck at ballroom dance.

Allen is often called a twink, and he's very curvy for a skinny guy.

Allen has long eyelashes.

Allen received chest surgery during book 5 and now has scars.

Allen prefers coffee over tea.

Allen dislikes pastries.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Black people, POC, disabled people, fat/chubby/plus size people, you will ALWAYS be on my mind while writing reader inserts. I will always try my best to make you feel included and loved.

Reader inserts are there for you to insert yourself into it, and it’s really hard when most stories are focused on a white/pale skinned, skinny, non disabled/neurotypical person. So many things can be more inclusive, like having options for different skin colors or hair types, it’s easy and it should be the norm.

Just know that I’m trying my best to think of you, and you’re always welcome and loved on my page.

The characters I write for love you for your traits, NOT despite them. You are adored for who you are!

[1emon1ime]

A routine check-up - Dr. Cornelius (1960's POTA) x Female Reader

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58315063

( Ok, so I just HAD to write this because I couldn't find anyone else who made one yet. He is so hot-- !? And I have always sort of loved the idea of being a powerless/mute/feral human where another species has all of the control. Anyway, enjoy!

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warning: Pet play (kind of?), dubcon, power imbalance, regression etc basically you (reader) are a mute/feral human who cannot consent and the ape leaders have all of the power over you. But you enjoy being touched up by Corn ♡

Taken from the wild and housed in the human containment facility, you now live your life in a cage every day to be experimented on by apes. A new face comes to take you into the examination room and he is quite different from the others.

"I'm here for specimen number 37."

The guards nod in acknowledgement, recognizing the name of Cornelius. He responds, "Zira has informed us of your visit for a routine check-up. Proceed with your research, and be careful with the specimen."

Cornelius approaches the cage and carefully opens it, his movements slow and deliberate to avoid alarming you. He gestures for you to come out.

Baring your teeth at him, you slowly back up into a corner. He is unfamiliar and many of the apes in the human containment facility are abusive, uncaring for your well-being. Of course you would be distrustful of a new face.

Since your capture, you had been housed here, alone in your pen for several months now, your naked body only kept clean by an ape hosing you down every day, throwing some slop into your food dish. You had no mental stimulation apart from the few times a week where they would put you through some sort of 'test'. You hated these check-ups, you were not ready to hand yourself over to him without a fight, even though you knew that punishment would come at your resistance. It always did.

He stops his approach, recognizing the defensiveness nature of your reaction. He regards you with a mixture of caution and fascination, sensing your instinctive distrust.

"Easy now," he speaks, keeping his voice gentle and calm. "I'm not here to harm you.” 

Truthfully, he did not care much for these creatures. From an early age, he had been taught that they were nothing more than pests, vicious animals. But there was a striking resemblance in the recent fossilized remains that he had discovered. Cornelius just had to compare the two. Zira had offered one of her test subjects as a comparison, she had said that this one was quite ‘tame’, agreeable, with a willingness to work and yet Cornelius still could not coax you out of the cage. Had he gotten the wrong subject, perhaps?

He offers you a sugar cube, notices how you hesitate for a moment before cautiously taking it. He observes your reaction, glad that the sugar seems to have piqued your interest.

"There," he hushes, a hint of a smile on his lips. "See? I'm not going to hurt you.” 

You look back at him, eyes widening slightly in anticipation for what he had to offer.

“I'll make sure you're comfortable and unharmed during this examination." He says, more to himself than anything. He knows that humans cannot speak. Cannot understand complex language.

The gorilla guard in the back smirks at his failed attempts to lure you out. Clearly, the archaeologist hadn't much experience with these humans.

"You gotta be rough with them. Never give these animals a chance or they will attack you." He laughs.

Cornelius brushes off the guard's comment and moves closer to you, holding out his hand. He had his own technique, he never liked how brutal the guards could be. They may have been animals, but they could still feel pain.

"Come on, then," he coaxes. "Let's go to the examination room, and I'll make sure you get another sugar cube when we're done."

He carefully places a collar and leash around your neck, ensuring that it's not too tight and won't harm you. He then leads you to his examination room, taking a few moments to assess the setup before turning to face you. 

"Alright," he says, gesturing for you to sit on a padded table in the centre of the room. "Please sit,” he pats the table, you recognize the signal as you had been taught. “and we can begin this comparison."

All he has is a leash around your neck, he hopes that it is enough and that he wouldn't need to restrain you further--

Your eyes dart to the other, larger examination table to the left, that you had been placed on many times. The one with the straps and restraints attached to it; you cower upon seeing it. Unwanted memories flooding of all the times you had been under that blinding, florescent light. Head throbbing as they tugged at you, the sound of medical equipment clinking together-- It was too much to see it again.

You wanted to run, but he reassured you, calmly. gripping onto one of your arms and shushing you.

We will only be sitting on the small table today.

As you sit, nervously, Cornelius takes a few steps back and studies your features, particularly focusing on your facial structure and bone anatomy. He occasionally looks over a set of documents and diagrams next to him, presumably related to the fossilized remains he mentioned earlier.

Dr. Zaius would scold him again if he ever brought it up; he had been told to discard the evidence, burn it. Acknowledging that similar these humans were in any way to apes themselves. It was forbidden by all means.

They were lesser. Pests, animals. 

"Now then," he says, breaking the silence. "Let me take a quick look at your teeth."

Cornelius moves closer to you again, his focus now shifting to your teeth. He takes hold of your chin, gently and carefully guiding your head to the side so he can get a better look. His fingers are warm and surprisingly gentle as they touch your skin, his touch almost comforting in a small way.

"Open wide," he instructs, his voice still soft but authoritative. He taps his own mouth and again, you understand the gesture you had been taught to obey.

Cornelius peers into your mouth, examining your teeth closely. He looks at their shape, size, and condition, comparing them to the notes he's taking. He makes a few observations, nodding in acknowledgement.

"That's it, good--" 

Cornelius' eyes quickly flit over your body, taking quick note of your sex.

"girl. Good girl."

He reaches for his papers again.

"Ah, a female specimen," he muses to himself, making a quick note. "The physical features and bone structures are slightly different than the males we've discovered."

After finishing his examination of your teeth, Cornelius steps back again, his gaze lingering on your features. He takes a few more moments to scrutinize your body, careful eyes tracing over the curves and features that distinguish you as a female. Contemplating the differences and similarities he's observed between you and the fossilized remains and of… himself. 

No, no. He quickly brushes it off. He is to remain professional here at all costs. 

"Now, I need to look at the rest of your physical features," he says, his voice slightly firmer. "Please stand up and extend your arms." He makes the command signal.

You comply and stand up, slowly extending your arms as Cornelius instructed. He steps closer once again, moving slowly as to not startle you. He begins to observe and compare the proportions and bone structures of your arms.

"Hmm," he muses, his eyes fixed on your arms, taking out a measuring tape to record the length of the bones. "Yes, quite interesting. The humerus and ulna seem quite similar in length, although--"

There is one problem. The fossils he had, seemed to be from a male specimen. It would have made more sense to compare them with a male human.

Had he perhaps taken the wrong subject? It said here on his documents, number 37. They couldn't have gotten it messed up again--

Well, it was too late to discard all of this now. He would finish examining your body and take records anyway. Perhaps they would prove useful in the future.

He takes a few steps back again, his expression contemplative. A strong, muscular frame, fitting for survival in the wild. You had not been captive long enough for your muscles to atrophy, as a lot of the other human animals had.

That is where you had been caught, out in the fields, brought in from the wild several months ago. The tale of your capture had been quite brutal and yet, you were not as skittish as the other wild-caught ferals.

Despite the clinical nature of the examination, there is a subtle hint of admiration and intrigue in Cornelius' gaze. He regards your  body with a mix of scientific curiosity and appreciation for the rarity of finding a specimen like you.

"Alright," he says, breaking the brief silence. "We're almost done. I just need to take a look at your back and spinal region next."

As Cornelius moves behind you to examine your spine, he notices your slight shiver at his touch. He realizes that despite your feral nature, there is an undeniable response to his touch.

"Are you cold?" he asks, his voice gentler than before. "Or is my touch making you uncomfortable?"

Cornelius knows that he will get no response, yet reassures you anyway, continuing to gently feel your back and spine. He notes the subtle trembling at his touch as his hands ghost over the area that connects your spine to your neck. He wonders if it's related to fear, cold, or perhaps another reaction he hasn't considered.

Observing your subtle response, he notices how you seem to lean into his touch, almost seeking it out. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your behavior. Despite your feral nature, there's a certain sensuality in your reaction to his touch.

"Interesting," he muses, his hands continuing to move over your neck, rubbing circles, as if you were a pet. "It seems you're not as resistant to physical touch as I thought."

He continues his examination, but his touch becomes a bit less clinical and more... soothing. He can't help but be intrigued by your reaction, the way you close your eyes and nod, seemingly enjoying the contact. His fingers move over your skin, the touch growing a bit more gentle and caressing.

"Does this feel good?" he asks, his tone softer than before. "You're remarkably responsive for a feral."

He knows that he shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong to treat these animals in any way other than contempt, they can't even consent, for goodness sake. But he can't stop his fingers continuing to caress you, running under your chin and stroking you softly. His touch slowly becoming more intimate and less clinical. Despite the professional aspect of the examination, there is something almost erotic in the way he touches you.

His hands begin to explore your back further, moving from your shoulders down to the small of your back, his touch growing more gentle. He can't deny the sensations he feels, the way you respond to his touch stirring something in him.The little mewls you let escape your mouth as he runs his hands over your bare flesh.

"Such a responsive and sensual creature..." he says to himself, his voice a low rumble. 

Cornelius' hand continues to move lower, his touch now trailing over your thighs. He takes note of your low moan, a wave of heat coursing through him at the sound.

"Sensitive, too," he murmurs under his breath, fingers gently caressing your flesh. "I believe we're going to need to continue this examination further."

Cornelius steps closer to you, the heat of his body radiating against your back as his hands explore your front. What is he doing, he doesn't think he can stop himself at this point. His hand remains on your thigh, his touch now becoming more deliberate and exploratory. His breath is hot against your ear, causing you to shiver slightly.

"There's more I need to examine," he says, his voice low and sultry. There's a sense of urgency to it. "Turn around for me."

Cornelius steps back and motions you to face him, giving a slight tug on your leash. His hand leaves your thigh, but the absence of his touch is quickly replaced by a strange sense of anticipation. 

You wonder what he could possibly be doing... None of your previous examinations had gone quite like this. While Dr. Zira could be quite... touchy, something told you that this was going to be different still.

He watches you expectantly, his eyes locked on yours, waiting to continue the "examination".

As you face him from the front, Cornelius feels a rush of excitement surging through him. The way you respond to his touch... it's unlike anything he's experienced with any other specimen before.

"Now," he says, his voice gruff and filled with a hint of desire. "I need to examine the front of your body."

Cornelius closes the distance between you and he. His hand reaches out slowly and gently grasps your hips, pulling your body closer to his own. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and arousal. He continues to explore your body with his hands, his touch becoming more familiar as he moves down to your stomach, hips, and thighs. His fingers linger on certain spots, caressing and squeezing gently, as though trying to commit every curve and muscle to memory.

He notices your squeak when he accidentally touches a particularly sensitive spot, and a small smile curves his lips. He can't help but sense your craving for touch, the need for physical contact that was previously lacking in your caged, solitary existence.

"A little sensitive there, are we?" he says, his voice amused, but not mocking. 

His hands continue to move over your body, slowly and deliberately, as though he's trying to coax more responses from you. He notices the way you lean into his touch, the way your body reacts to his caresses.

"You seem to be quite... touch deprived," he says, his voice dropping to a deep, low murmur. "You must have been longing for physical contact like this, hmm?"

As Cornelius explores your body, the air grows thicker with tension. You can feel his desire radiating from him, and the intensity of his gaze only heightens the anticipation. You can't deny your own arousal, the heat and need building within you. The touch you had been denied for so long.

His hands slowly trail up to your chest, cupping your breasts in his palms. He squeezes gently, his thumbs teasing your nipples, coaxing them into stiff peaks. He notices the way your breathing changes, the way your body responds to his touch.

He continues to tease your nipples, his fingers gently pinching and rolling them, eliciting more responses from you. He's enthralled by your reaction, the way you push yourself into his hands, your eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure.

"Do you like that?" he asks, his voice rough. "Does it feel good?"

You nod, offering a silent acceptance.

Cornelius' hand moves lower, his fingers slowly travelling down your stomach and then lower, until they're dipping between your thighs. He strokes your folds, feeling the slickness there. He slips a finger inside you, feeling the heat and tightness, and a small groan escapes your lips, hips instinctively bucking forward for more.

"So tight," he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he pushes a second finger in.

His fingers continues to probe and explore, his movements slow and deliberate. He pushes deeper inside you, and you let out a moan, unable to hold back. As he works his fingers in and out of you, you can't help but writhe against him, desperate for more friction.

As he continues his exploration of your body, the air thick with arousal, you're overwhelmed by the sensations. Cornelius' hand is between your legs, his fingers buried inside you, working you closer and closer to the edge. You're so close, the tension building in your core, and all it takes is a few more thrusts of his fingers and a brush of his thumb over your clit to send your touch deprived body spiralling over the edge. 

Your release crashes over you in waves, and Cornelius is there to guide you through it, his fingers slowly withdrawing, but his embrace is still firm.

"That's it," he says, his voice gentle and encouraging. "Just let go. I've got you."

After a few moments, you're able to catch your breath and compose yourself. Cornelius is holding you, his body pressed close to yours. His grip loosens and his hands slide down your sides, resting on your hips.

Cornelius finally releases you, and takes a step back, still holding the leash in one hand, his eyes sweep over your body for the final time.

"We'll continue later," he says, his voice low and heavy with promise. "You should get some rest. Come on, back to your pen."

[lavanderowl]

So Great Decisions had a Q&A and I had to draw his answer.

go read it!

[nokachifu]

WE NEED MORE CHARACTER X MALE READER!!! 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

As a genderfluid person, there are times when i wanna imagine to be in a gay relationship with my fav character, but whenever i search for character x reader i only find female or gn reader.

There is nothing wrong with gn reader, but... Sometimes It doens't really feel like gn, you know what i mean?

It doens't help the fact that some of them makes the reader AFAB, thing that is not wrong but feels unnecessary when you read what the scenario is about... OH! And those fucking fanfics that do not specified the gender of the reader, ugh i fucking hate them...

Im in my bed at 1:20 am, i found a malleus x reader really good, but halfway through the fanfic they throw a "SHE" at my fucking face, my mood ruined and now i can't stop seeing my imaginary male self with big tittys, funny but annoying.

Oh and don't get me started about female character x male reader, i know straight shit can be very boring, but im sure that theres people capable of making it actually good, if there is male character x female reader, why not the other way?

I doubt cishet men watch fanfics, only queer men would see these things (or maybe quirky cishet men, idk)

I just wish more people try to make character x male reader, i would make them myself, but im not actually good at writing (•̥́_•ૅू˳)

[spade-of-storms]

Dear Diary... (Deuce)

Dear Diary,

Allen tutored me yet again today. I don't know how he does it, but he always manages to come up with unique methods that are kinda tailored for me specifically... and it helps me a lot. Whenever others tried to help me study in the past, it never worked out this well, and Allen just... seems to know exactly what I need and what works for me. Not to mention that he puts so much time and effort into it despite having given up on school stuff himself...

...but honestly, I'm surprised I can even concentrate so much around him. Maybe it's because my subconscious wants to impress Allen, make him proud or cherish his efforts... but still, I'm kinda shocked I can focus during our study sessions.

I mean, I usually look at those lips and just wanna kiss them real bad, ya know? He's irresistible. And those eyes... ugh. I can't stop thinking about the way he smiles at me, either... and he does it far more often than with others! Could this mean something or am I overthinking?

Let's not forget how proud he looks whenever I react calmer in a situation than I used to before. If only he knew just how ridiculously much he has helped me with my impulse control... partially through his mere presence! It's actually kinda crazy.

Allen's struggling so much with himself and yet pulling through and teaching me all his ways... they help so damn much and he's so impressive. Like, this guy's been helping me become a much better person WITHOUT me having to pretend that I'm someone I'm not! And yet Allen believes that he's horrible? Like... he's literally the toughest, coolest, most stunning, intelligent, helpful, creative, impressive and wicked person I've ever met, and I'm saying this while being fully aware of his flaws.

Aah, I'm rambling again... like every day. Geez, sorry. I swear, if Ace EVER finds this book, my life's officially over...

...whatever, I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Totally not because I get to spend time with Allen again and see his beautiful smile. Totally not because I'm in love...

Thanks for listening, Diary.

Love, Deuce

[espresso-ships]

Idiots - Varganardi Oneshot

AHHH my very first self insert fanfiction! I usually write x reader ones, and this is the first one I write for me ashhshs Hope y'all like it!

Words: 1.8K Warnings: Hurt/comfort & lot of cussing lol (lmk if I should add something more <3)

“Can I tell you what I think?” 

Sigh.

“...What do you think?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Silence.

“So what? What if I am, what difference does it make?”

“Tell her.”

“You make it sound so damn easy.” He scoffed.

“Nacho, it is easy. Maybe she feels the same-”

“Feels the same?? What fucking fantasy world do you live in, huh?!”

Silence, again. 

Nacho sighed and rubbed his forehead. He felt relieved that Domingo couldn’t see his face. That he couldn’t see the tears of anger or the pain in his eyes. 

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just… Complicated.”

“I know, Nacho. But trust me. She feels the same.”

“How the hell would you know?”

Silence. Always the damn defying silence. After what felt like eternity, Domingo talked:

“Because she told me.” 

Chaos.

That’s what the mansion feels like. Drunk - or high - people everywhere. It’s a new years party, after all. The music, laughter and screams makes it feel like the house is vibrating. And the heat - from at least 50 bodies trapped together in a room with bad air conditioning, and from his own nerves. 

It feels like they’re all caged animals, locked together, waiting for tragedy. He doesn’t understand how people can enjoy being squeezed together like this - or maybe they’re all pretending. Just searching for something - someone - to fill the void.

He usually enjoys parties. He is usually one of the people dancing and laughing, with his arms thrown around a pretty stranger. Not tonight. 

Nacho fidgets with the first button to the red shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning, over and over. He has barely touched the shot in his glass. 

“Are you gonna drink that?” Domingo’s words are slightly slurred, and his grin is wide. He shouts to overvoice the music, but doesn’t seem to mind the volume. At least someone is having fun. 

“It’s all yours.” Nacho hands his friend the glass, and he empties it in only a matter of seconds. He grimaces. “You’re gonna be sick, Dom.” 

His friend rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, dad. Don’t look so bitter, man!”

Domingo nudges his friend, who rolls his eyes in return. Yet, he chuckles. His eyes wanders across the room, hoping to see his tall friend amongst the sea of people. No sign of her, so far.

“Relax, dude. She’ll be here soon!” 

I really hope so. He still has to apologize to Laura, after that ridiculous argument they had last week. 

“What did you two even fight about this time?”

Nacho’s mind goes back to the phone call with Domingo yesterday.

“It wasn’t a fight, damnit.” He sighed. “Just a… Disagreement.”

“About…?” 

“About her shit-ex. I told her she was stupid if she forgave them after everything they put her through.”

“And?” 

“I sounded too angry. She got angry, and we both said things we didn’t mean.” Talking about it made Nacho realize how shitty the situation was. He felt like screaming from frustration. “Fuck, Dom… I really messed up this time.”

“You both did.”

“Yea…” He dreads the answer, yet he asks: “When did she… Tell you?”

“Back when you dated Mona.”

“Dude, that was like 10 months ago! Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“Hey! I’m Laura’s friend too. Besides, she threatened to kick my ass if I told you about her feelings for you.” 

“What a damn shit show!” He cussed loudly, almost forgetting Domingo on the other line. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He sighs. “But then, Laura got together with… Them. And well, you still dated Mona back then.”

“Yea…” 

“And you seriously didn’t know Laura had a crush on you? Like, at all?” 

“No, Domingo! I didn’t.” Nacho hissed. 

“You’re a damn fool, my friend.”

“Rubbing salt in my wounds.” he muttered, frustrated by Domingo’s teasing.

“You and Laura have been dancing around each other for years. You both are idiots, y’know?” 

“I hate you. No… I hate this. This situation? It sucks.”

“I’m so sorry, Nacho.”

Silence, silence, silence. 

“So what now?”

“Talk to her, dumbass.”

And that’s the plan.

Nacho refuses to start the new year whilst being in a disagreement with his best friend. Crush. Whatever. 

“Damn, look at that girl over there!”

Nacho’s eyes follow to where Domingo’s glare is stuck. He grimaces. 

“She’s way out of your league, dude.”

Domingo scoffs and begins a long, drunken rant about something… 

That’s when he sees her. A tall figure amongst the crowd of people. Her brown wavy hair, that purple shirt he likes to see her in… And as usual, the high heels - as if being taller than him wasn’t enough. 

“Shit, there she is!” He hisses, to gain Domingo’s attention. His friend whistles loudly, and Laura turns her gaze towards them. She looks pissed with someone whistling at her like that, until realizing it’s Domingo. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

She walks up to them.

“Hey, happy almost new years.” 

She greets Domingo with a hug, and despite everything, she embraces Nacho too. He stands frozen, before slowly wrapping his arms around her. He breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Her scent. The hug only lasts for a couple of seconds, but it feels like hours. He wishes it was hours. 

“Yo, thirty minutes left until the new year! I need to find someone to kiss.” 

With that, Domingo walks off, stumbling forward onto the living room, which is used as a dance floor. And just like that, Nacho and Laura are alone.

Thank you for the support. Nacho will remember to give his friend hell for this. He turns his gaze back to her, and she gives him a sheepish smile. Her. His best friend, the girl he’s known since teen years. They’ve gone through up and down together, and shared so much. Laughter, tears, secrets… 

And there it is, the familiar heartache. The urge to run away from the situation, to flee his complicated feelings. Yet, he stands there and looks at her. They both speak, at the same time, the same words. Like they’re telepathetic. 

“I’m sorry-” Their voices harmonize. 

“You-” Again.

“You first.” Nacho is quick to say.

“You were right, Iggy.” 

I did not see that one coming - Nacho thinks. 

“I… I’ve ended it with my ex. Once and for all. They’re trash.”

“Laura… I’m so relieved to hear that.” He gathers his thoughts. “I’m sorry, too. For being so harsh on you. I just care about you, Laura.”

“I know, Iggy…” She sighs and uses the nickname that used to drive mad early on in their friendship. But now? He loves it. “I know. And I care about you. And I don’t want us to fight any more.”

“Me neither.” Everything else fades. It’s only them. Laura, and Nacho. 

Nacho and Laura. 

“We need to talk.” At the same time, again.

“Alright, this is getting creepy.” Laura giggles. “Come on, let’s head out.”

The cold night air hits them, but it’s a nice change from the warm house. A couple of lonely snowflakes fall down to the frozen grass as they walk. 

Nacho gathers his thoughts, mentally preparing for what he’s about to say - but he needs to say it. Now. 

From inside the mansion, the guests are preparing for midnight. Preparing to celebrate the new year to come. 10 minutes left. 

Laura sits down in a sunchair, next to the covered up pool. Nacho awkwardly stands next to her. 

“Hey, idiot. Sit down” Laura says, holding back a laughter. She moves to the side and pats the spot next to her. He sits down, very aware of how close they are to each other. Their legs are touching and so are their shoulders. Their exhales come out as steam in the crispy air. 

“The reason why I was so harsh, Laura, was because I was jealous. Jealous of your damn ex, because they got to call you theirs.” The words leave his mouth before he can think twice. The sound of the music inside feels louder, and he feels scared to breathe too loudly. 

“I don’t know why I said that. I’m sor-”

“I never liked Mona, because I wanted you to be with me. Not her.”

Nacho’s heart skips a beat. He stares at Laura, blinking his eyes - as if trying to process what she just said. 

They’re both silent again, but this time, it’s a comfortable silence. The beat of music echoes - or maybe it’s just the beat of his own heart. Her hand finds his, and her fingertips tap against his knuckles. He opens his hand, entwining fingers with her. 

They’re so close now. So close. Yet, he wants closer. 

“Are we done playing pretend now?” Laura asks.

“Yea. We’re done being idiots. Took us long enough, huh?”

They both grin at each other.

“Yea. You wanna head inside again?”

“Not really. Unless you have a midnight's kiss waiting for you…”

“No, you idiot.” Laura slaps his arm lightly. “Not yet, at least… Do you volunteer?”

His face heats up once again and he nods, failing at trying to act nonchalant. 

From inside the house, they hear the shouts, as the countdown begins. 

60… 59… 58… 57…

The two friends move even closer to each other - closer than they thought was possible. He can feel her hot breath against his face, and looks into Laura’s green eyes. He can almost see his own reflection in them. He squeezes her hand tighter and leans in. His focus is now solely on her, taking in details about her that he’s never appreciated before. The mole under her left eyes, the freckles on her skin, her crooked nose and the acne scars on her cheeks. 

20… 19… 18….

“You’re so damn beautiful, Laura.” He whispers hoarsely. It’s her turn to blush now, too. The intensity that she looks at him with makes him shiver.

“So are you.”

8… 7… 6… 5… 

The shouts are getting louder, yet it all seems to fade out. 

Nothing else matters - no one else matters.

ZERO.

Their lips meet, and Nacho’s hands tangle into Laura's hair, whilst her hands rest on his back. They pull on each other, trying to be as close as possible. Both of them melt into the kiss and embrace. Now that they finally have each other - no one is allowed to separate them. 

“Talk to her, dumbass”

The frustration in Domingo’s voice was clear, and even on a phone call, Nacho could almost see how he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” 

Silence.

Domingo was right.

So Nacho realizes now, when he holds onto Laura. She rests her head against his shoulder, and Nacho has his arms wrapped around her. He can’t help but look at her. She is smiling, and her eyes are glued on the fireworks lighting up the sky. Realizing that he’s staring, he turns to look at the sky. 

Yeah, I love her. 

And so, he’ll tell her. Eventually. 

AHHHH I hope y'all liked it :3 This idea has been on my mind for quite a while. I really love hurt/comfort stories and realyl like the concept of Laura and Nacho being idiots when it comes to love and relationships LOL So yea - this is basically how they offically became a couple

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[cannedf0wer]

Highschool Kyo x y/n yumeship fanfic thing

↓fanfic tweets. ※Japanese + Haruki x y/n fanfic

[rankoumoto]

Get to know my yumeship (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho

★ Pairing: Kurama x Yotsuba (OC)

★ Ship name: Kurasuba

★ Ship icon: 🌹🧡

★ Relationship: Slowburn + Opposite attract. The absolutely perfect boy with the rebel high-tempered gyaru girl!

★ About sharing: Sure!

★ Art: Mako

[maoisarap]

Happy three years, Mao!! ♡ Ilysm!

(It's midnight here. So...)

🍭

"Mao~ are we there yet? My feet are starting to hurt, and we've been walking for ages now!" Rumi groans as they slouch over.

"Almost, Ru, almost! Just a few more minutes, alright? I promise you!"

"You've said that five times over already...!"

"I... I mean it this time, I swear!" Mao stutters.

Another whine comes from the greenette.

Today, it was Mao's turn to pick an idea for a date between him and Rumi, and today was a surprise one, especially because today was the third year anniversary of the two being together. It made Mao happy knowing that he's been with his other half for a long while, and he hopes that he gets to cherish them more every day in the future. Without Rumi, he couldn't see a visioned future. Without Rumi, a future meant nothing to him.

"Okay, here we are! See~?" The two finally stop walking up the long and steep hill. No more were there sharp rocks digging into Rumi's feet and grass grazing at their legs as the two followed a dirt pathway upwards.

"Woah..." Rumi exhales softly. "It's so pretty up here!" They fasten their walk and move forward towards a white painted gazebo that sits at the top of the very hill. Down on the other side was an edge to a cliff that hung over the vast and wide ocean.

The sun shined all its glory down onto the salt water, creases of sparkles dance in the calm and smooth waves.

A gentle breeze swipes through the air, caressing Rumi and Mao as the two enter the gazebo at last. Mao places the bag that he had on his back onto one of the three benches, and watches softly as Rumi leaned over the fencing, their focus painted onto the ocean that sings beautifully in tune of the breeze.

"How did you find out about this place? It's so nice up here!" They turn to look over their left shoulder, twisting their body around a small bit to see Mao slowly walking up to their side.

"It's a bit of an odd story... I found out whilst I was hanging out with the rest of Trickstar. Subaru decided that it'd be... 'cool'... to let Daikichi off his lead, which, in short words, led all of us to looking for Daikichi when we were near the bottom of this hill after he ran off — we all split up to look for him. I decided to climb this hill and I found him taking a rest on these benches here!"

Rumi sweatdrops metaphorically at hearing Mao's story of reasons. "Subaru never learns with that puppy, huh..."

"Nope~" Mao laughs lightly.

"Either way," Rumi leans towards Mao's side, their head resting on his shoulder as they still balance themselves by keeping their hands gripped to the white top surface of the surrounded fencing, "it's still so beautiful. Thank you for this."

"Of course!" Mao twists around and plants a kiss to the top of Rumi's head, close to the crown area. "I'd do anything for you, because I love you...

Mao wraps one hand around Rumi's waist, bringing them ever so closer, comfortably into himself as the two faced forward and watched the calming ocean.

"...Happy three years, my love."

[premaritalhug]

A better version of Princebrosprite from the fun little self-indulgent AU I'm workin' on sometimes for fun ^^ Matesprits and Sprite Mates

[ioniansunsets]

HELLO I'm super busy rn cos i'm moving but in the meantime in my full brainrot because I LOVE seeing peoples ocxcanon content I...

MADE A YUMESHIP COMMUNITY FOR LEAGUE OF LEGENDS CHARACTERS

eheheheheh please join and show me your ocs and we can scream together xoxo

i genuinely really really love seeing people's ocs/self inserts please join

[brideofhantengu]

All of my love 💕

Urami x human OC (tw: woohoo, heavy language and themes of aggression)

🖤💋🌸

Kagami was standing at the stove cooking dinner for herself when Hantengu began his usual whimpering and frantically barreling through the house. She called out to him but got no response so she turned the burner off and went to investigate. she approached the tearoom to see her husband crouching in the corner shaking. A crumpled letter was on the floor. While Hantengu was unpredictable, but this state of agitation was typical for him and she did not feel threatened, so she approached the letter calmly and picked it up.

"What's this?" She asked while unfolding the piece of paper. It was a letter from one of her exes, begging for forgiveness and wanting her back. She shook her head and giggled as she was honestly quite content with her current demon husband and found enjoyment in the fact that such a lethal upper moon demon was spending his personal time with her when he wasn't being beckoned by Muzan. This letter was nothing but a joke to her and she tore it in two, laughing while attempting to explain to a distressed Hantengu that it wasn't the way he thought it was. All crimes and delusion aside, Hantengu, having lived the majority of his human life as an attractive Japanese male, was still traditional in the sense that he was so used to the idea of courting women and giving them children and still craved this level of possession and compassion having a wife gives him despite being a demon. He made a habit to continue expecting a woman to serve him in a household and Kagami was a great candidate. Having grown up with an abusive father and absent mother, Kagami took understanding in psychology and knew how to keep the peace with Hantengu who THRIVED on people's sympathy and enablement. "Hanny, I told you not to open mail that was addressed to me!" Kagami said with a smirk, still laughing in second hand embarrassment at the pathetic pleading she just read.

Hantengu mumbled from behind his trembling hands, "I have a right to."

"Hanny, no. This is my house too and you can't be upset at something private that was addressed to me." Kagami replied with a sigh.

Hantengu's neck quickly turned at his wife who was standing in the middle of the empty room. "WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?" His voice sounded huskier and deeper than usual. His eyes glowed fiery red and his brow bone was casting an ominous shadow over his hollowed sockets, the lamps in the room catching his sharp nose and cheekbones in an almost skeletal manner. His trembling seemed to come to an end and he stood up, growing to a massive size and almost touching the ceiling. Kagami widened her eyes for a moment but quickly relaxed herself knowing his jealousy manifested a feeling of resentment towards his wife for suspected cheating. Hantengu, the hypocrite, committed adultery multiple times and felt he could weasel his way out of any confrontation. However he was controlling over his partners to such a degree, he had to know everything they were up to in case it jeopardized Hantengu's plans in any way. Kagami let out another sigh and cocked her head slightly. "Are you really this mad right now without even asking me how I felt, or what was going on?" Urami shot back at her remark with a snarl, "I DON'T HAVE TO ASK YOU A DAMN THING, WHORE. HOW DARE YOU BE SO CRUEL TO ME? AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU!"

Kagami braced herself as Urami charged at her, and in a quick decision she sprinted through the house laughing instigating a game of tag with her husband's resentment. She knew this was dangerous and she was FAR SMALLER than Urami, but she knew what Hantengu's weaknesses were and knew exactly how to play them. Urami stomped through the house knocking into tables and throwing their contents to the ground as Kagami slid open all of the doors she ran through so that he wouldn't tear through any of them in his pursuit. She approached the bedroom and threw herself onto her tatami mat bed, squealing and giggling. Urami got to the doorway and stood there, caught off guard by the lump underneath the fluffy white comforter. She closed her eyes tight and held her knees playfully as his heavy footsteps approached her. He yanked the blanket off of her and to his surprise, she was nude. She looked up at him with large doe eyes and batted her lashes. "I'm so sowwy mister, please don't hurt me! I'm just an innocent little girl..." Urami growled and demanded she tell him what her business was with the man in the letter. She bit her lip and slowly came to her knees. The top of her head barely made it to Urami's hips. She reached up to stroke his tan and muscular thighs under his silky kimono, which sent him into a flying fit of rage. Urami used his knee to throw her back onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her diaphragm.

With a breath Kagami blew a strand of hair out of her face and propped herself up with her arms. "Am I a dirty little whore, daddy?" Urami was fuming at this point. "DON'T CALL ME THAT. SHOW SOME RESPECT YOU FILTHY BITCH." Kagami smiled at Urami and spread her legs: "I suppose you better show me what a naughty little girl I am." Urami widened his eyes, burning his demonic red gaze into her soul. He got down to her level and pinned her down by her small wrists with one of his hands, which were completely consumed by his grip. He used his other hand to lift his kimono above his pelvis, revealing a large and throbbing member. He was huge and immeasurable for Kagami as opposed to Hantengu's usual (and slightly withered) uncircumcised 6 inches. He began stroking his massive girth and leveled his tip onto Kagami's opening, sliding it up and down her slit to tease himself. (Demons in the KNY universe cannot impregnate, they do not have reproductive organs the way humans do and sex is certainly not important to them, but they can feel pleasure as normal just with no successful ejaculation.) Kagami whimpered as she felt his tip press into her small hole and she yelped the moment his began sliding his member inside of her. He growled with each thrust and stared down at her intensely, making his dominance known. He released her hands as he realized she couldn't go anywhere and began pounding into her as far as her female parts would allow him.

Old man Hantengu controlled his clones, being that they only exist out of what emotions he was feeling at the time, and had the power to change it by will. Urami squeezed Kagami's face as tears streamed down, grunting and panting hot breath into her neck. She used her delicate fingers to caress his beastly hands, and this gesture seemed to calm him. Hantengu, living small inside of Urami, was secretly enjoying the hunting game he and his wife were playing together, and he managed to regulate himself back into his default 5'5 size. His member decreased in size as well, still inside of Kagami who was now stretched out. She was flustered, shaking and crying with makeup smeared across her lips and cheeks. Hantengu was panting and his eyes began to tear up, so he pulled out and laid his head down onto her soft breasts. She planted a kiss on the tumor-like lump between his horns and played with his long, coarse black hair. "It's ok, baby. Shhh shhh... It's ok..." She hushed him as he sobbed, his bony arms gripping her torso like a teddy bear. "P-please d-don't l-leave meeeeheeeee!" Kagami reassured her hysterical husband with a certain sincerity that could convince him. "Sometimes, men want me because they think they can handle me, Hantengu. They think I'm pretty. But they can't handle the love I have for you and only you. Ok? I love you so much and I am never going to leave you." He looked up at her with his usual expression of terror. "R...*sniff* Rea-lly?"

"Yes, really. I love you. You're my little old man."

He calmed down a bit and she held him snuggly, keeping him calm with her tone. "My pitiful old man. I feel so sorry for you. Such a poor and fragile thing."

He moaned in delight at the sound of her words and smiled deviously, showing his fangs.

"That's my good girl."

[the-blind-geisha]

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