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134340am · 2 years

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if not now, then when?

gojo satoru x afab!reader, 1.1k words warnings: cum, cum/creampie eating, fingering, shower sex nsfw — minors do not interact.

“where does it go?”

“where does what go?”

“well, you know.” satoru gestures vaguely towards your nether region. “my cum.”

“gross, satoru.” you tug on his elbow to turn him around and he does, baring his back to you, and you scrub your soapy loofah down the wide expanse of his back. “but if you must know, it sort of leaks out after a while. that’s why i wear a liner—” you point over his shoulder to the thin lime green pad sitting on the bathroom counter. “—it catches the excess.”

satoru turns to look at you, bright blue eyes flashing with curiosity and mischief. “meaning there’s still some of it inside you now?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.

“gross, satoru!” you repeat, and drag him under the spray so he can wash the soap off. “i mean, yes, but did you really have to ask?”

“i was just curious!” he laughs, and the tiny shower booth amplifies the sound all around you, interlaced with the pitter-patter of water on the tiles. “say, sweetheart— would you let me do the honours of getting the rest out?”

“now?”

“if not now, then when?”

you still, hands on your boyfriend’s chest, and seriously contemplate if it was worth giving in to him and his curiosity this time. because as much as you liked his fingers (especially so when they were inside you in some way), you were also looking forward to heading straight to bed after this for a good, long sleep.

“c’mon, don’t overthink it,” satoru insists, shaking droplets of water from his hair. he peeks at you through his fringe, almost shyly, though you know gojo satoru is anything but shy. “leg up, babe.”

you let him hoist your leg around his bony hip and grimace at the stretch—you were still sore from the past three rounds that happened an hour ago. yet, you couldn’t resist the steady waves of pleasure pooling in your stomach as satoru sucks on two fingers before pushing them inside of you slowly.

you moan, a breathy, almost tired one. you feel his fingers rubbing up against your walls, scissoring, then pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. a particularly firm press against the spongy spot up front had you arching into satoru, hands slipping and sliding and clawing at his wet shoulders.

“that’s the spot, huh?” your lover murmurs, entranced. he tears his gaze away from the tempting sight of you swallowing up his lithe fingers to look you in the eye. “does it feel good?”

“you know it does,” you groan, then pull him closer by the neck to kiss him.

the kiss was messy, full of loud smacks that reverberated around the walls of your shower stall. the way your lover’s finger crooks up inside you, rubbing at your sore spot without mercy, had you moaning into his mouth breathlessly and whining when he adds his ring finger to the mix.

you break away from the kiss, panting. “satoru, do you plan on cleaning me up or were you just looking for an excuse to finger me in the shower?”

“cleaning you up, of course. look.” he pulls out, bringing his hand up to your faces to scrutinise the milky white coating on his fingers—a sticky mixture of your release and his from that night. the pair of you watch with bated breaths as satoru turns his hand over, slick glinting over his knuckles and webbing between his fingers. “aren’t i doing a good job?”

you open your mouth to retort, ready to reprimand him for being a filthy freak, but find yourself unable to speak when your boyfriend sticks his soiled fingers into your mouth with a laugh.

“i know you're about to call me a filthy freak, babe.” he chuckles while your face burns with embarrassment, though that doesn’t stop you from sucking off his fingers on instinct.

“takes one to know one,” you spit when he finally pulls his fingers out to return them between your thighs, but you could barely finish your sentence before satoru’s licking hotly into your mouth again, tasting the heady mixture of your release and his.

you can feel him pressed up against your stomach now, hot and leaking and raring to go. yet, satoru makes no move to try and fuck you, instead content with having his fingers stuffed deep inside you. any complaints you had about soreness and the general inconvenience of shower sex went down the drain when your lover thumbs at your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles that had you crying out his name in shame.

“gonna cum,” you choked out, arms looping around satoru’s neck to bring him closer. “g-gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum—”

“that was fast,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead in what seemed like a reward. “c’mon, sweet. cum for me.” satoru’s quiet encouragement was worlds different from his usual mischievous tone. “you can do it.”

“i fucking know i can,” you whimper, though the irritation in your voice was lost to pleasure as you climaxed around his fingers. stomach cramping, skin still hot and sensitive to touch, you slump into your lover while he helps you ride the last throes of pleasure.

“good job, babe. that’s the fourth one tonight. is that a new record?”

“i’unno. probably.”

“nice.”

satoru pulls you up and holds you steady, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. you let yourself lean all of your weight on your lover while he kisses your hair, then the tip of your ear, then your burning cheek.

propping you up against him with one arm while the other flips the shower on, satoru guides you under the spray again once a cautionary foot ascertains that the water is warm enough. you sigh into his chest, your breathing evening out while your lover rubs your back encouragingly. sure, you were more tired than before—and you were even stickier between the legs now—but you can’t say you regretted the mindblowing orgasm that came out of this. plus, you were pretty sure you’d have the best sleep of your life once you dried off—which is one of your favourite things about your partner’s high libido. speaking of which…

“s’toru,” you slur into his skin tiredly. “you didn’t cum.”

“it’s fine, sweetheart. i’ll take care of it once i bring you to bed.”

you glance up at him and are taken aback to see the sincerity in his expression; no just kidding, babe! or you can suck me off once you’re dry! lurking in wait.

“that’s sweet, baby.” you lean up to peck his jaw, and pull back to see his smile mirror yours. “who are you and what did you do to my touch-starved, blowjob-loving, filthy freak gojo satoru?”

“he’ll be back tomorrow morning,” your partner promises, tilting your head back gently to capture your lips in a kiss. when he pulls back, however, his soft smile has turned into a proud smirk. “after all, it’s only right for me to fill you up again now that i’ve emptied you nice and clean, no?”

a/n: i am not a gojo fucker

(masterlist)

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #jjk smut #yuna writes #yuna after dark #i am not a gojo fucker i am not a gojo fucker i am n #jjk #no one say anything about this to me. NO ONE #i didn't write this

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cha0s-boyy · 6 months

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[ID: five cartoony digital drawings of animal characters. 1. an anthro skunk from the shoulders up. their fur is dark purple, and their eyes are multicolored. they have long thick straight hair, also purple, with a side shave and rainbow striped raccoontails. they are wearing a black shirt, a black collar with rainbow spikes, and a kandi necklace. their eyes are half-lidded, and they are smiling with their mouth open. 2. an anthro aardwolf from the chest up. it has teal fur, with darker markings on its face, bright green and cyan markings on its ears, a fluffy neck ruff, and scars on its arm, top surgery scars, and autopsy scars. it has a mohawk with the same green and cyan, as well as dark teal edges and a stripe. its eyes are cyan. it is wearing a lab coat with one sleeve ripped off, and is spattered in a magenta substance. its eyes are half-lidded and it is smiling. 3. an anthro sparkledog from the chest up. it is thin with a flat chest, upright ears, a mor human head shape, and round eyes. its fur is mostly black, with lime green and pink markings on its face, arms, and chest. on its chest in particular it has a skull and music notes. several of its markings have stitches along the edges. it has one indigo and one scarlet eye. it has human-like pink and lime hair, spiky and straight with a side shave. it has a gold earring it has a cartoonishly exaggerated expression that extends off its face, with a rectangular mouth showing sharp gritted teeth, and one eyebrow raised, making the eyes squished to different heights. 4. a fullbody of a feral sparkledog running in profile. it has green scene hair with rainbow raccoontails and fringe, short horns, membranous wings, and three tails. it has mostly pink fur, with white underneath, violet splotches, and green tail tips. it has yellow eyes with many thick eyelashes at the corner. it is wearing a spiked green collar and pale green thigh-high socks on its back legs. it is smiling with its mouth open. 5. a fullbody of a feral wolf with gray fur, blue eyes, and a black hair tuft. it has a lighter undercoat, black tail tip, and black stripes along the sides of its snout, body, legs, and tail. it is smiling, looking over its shoulder. /end ID]

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moomoorare · 2 years

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✿ 𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 ☆ 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 ~ 𝑟𝑏𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✷

ID: a digital drawing of hc9 GeminiTay and PearlescentMoon. Gem's braid is long, falling behind her back, up in the hair. Her hair is puffy and curly, of different shades of orange. Her eyes are dark green, slightly heterochromatyc, the left one leaning to light blue and the right one leaning to light green. Her nose and mouth resemble those of a deer, her cheeks blushed a bit, she's smirking. The fur of her legs is orange and light brown. She's wearing a white shirt with lime sleeves, a camo green jeans overall with a white belt. She's jumping over Pearl, a pink glow and nature power flowing from her hands. Pearl is smirking, her eyes teal and muted aqua with a strip of light gray, the pupil is indigo. Her hair is long and she has a big fluffy fringe. It's coloured with different shades of cinnamon and brown. She's wearing a dark hoodie, pale blue jorts, indigo leg warmers and white sneakers. She has a set of cream and indigo coloured wings. From her hands flow sparkles and stars. From her shoe flows a splash of purple, magenta and orange. The background is two layers of dark and rich red. The thin square is a gradient of magenta and orange. End of ID.

#geminitay #geminitay fanart #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #hermitcraft 9 #hc9 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hc fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #mcyt mutuals may #rare sketchbook

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syensy-art · 7 months

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Silly outfit sketches :)

[ID: A digital set of sketches of Forzen from HLVRAI in various outfits. In all of them, he has black hair with lime fringes, lime eyes, slight blush, and a magenta beret. In the first, he wears a black outfit with black boots, a black jacket with a green grid, and a lime shirt. In the second, he wears dark pants, lime shoes, a lime shirt, and a purple jacket that fades into purple and black stripes. In the third drawing, he wears dark pants, lime shoes, and a lime hoodie that fades to a dark blue on the sleeves. In the fourth drawing, he wears jeans, black boots, a lime tank top, and a sleeveless jean jacket. /end ID]

#hlvrai #forzen #forzen hlvrai #half life but the ai is self aware #art #art folder #digital art

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solstice-snakes · 8 months

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hi hello i made another blanket

more at @ solstice.snakes on ig

[ID: a striped, crocheted blanket draped across a leather couch with orange throw pillows. the blanket has a black trim and black hand knotted fringe. the blanket's stripes are a repeating pattern of lime green, turquoise, dark blue, magenta, and yellow. end ID]

#my art #crochet

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wardrobesinspiration · 4 months

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Who: Blair Eadie

What: Huishan Zhang Felicity Belted Fringed Tweed Midi Dress in Lime green ($95.99) Where: Instagram - December 18, 2023

Worn with: Huishan Zhang pants, The Attico pumps, Amazone sunglasses, Tnuck earrings

#blair eadie #fashion #huishan zhang #2023 #dresses #december 18 2023 #love #december 2023 #style #instagram 2023 #instagram

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finitevariety · 1 year

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Hi my name is Saul Goodman formerly known as Jimmy McGill and I have long beige hair with fluffy bits and icy grey eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Howard Hamlin (AN: If u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Nacho Varga but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I;m a lawyer but a goffik one, not for preps! I have beige quicksand skin. I'm a scene queen (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear the coolest clothes. For example today I was wearing a white suit with an orange shirt and matching teal tie, and a cowboy hat with purple fringe.

I was walking outside HHM. A lot of corporate preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Saul!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was...Kim Wexler!

"What's up Kim?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said peggingly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. I opened the door of my coffin (my sleeping bag on my sofa bed) and drank some piss from a bottle I had. i took of my giant hawaiian shirt which i used for pajamas, instead I put on a pink suit ,a lime green shirt, and a yellow tie.

My friend, Miss Nguyen (AN: Raven dis is u!!!) came in and grinned at me. She likes me so much that we live together--well, she works here and i sleep. She jokes with me about not letting me drink her cucumber water and pretends to shout at me a lot. That's just how comfortable we are with each other.

#better call saul #bcs #apologies #my immortal

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doom-dreaming · 7 months

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Stars!

"Chief, you have to find cover. Now."

Black spots are swimming in his vision, pinging around his HUD, melding and diverging and zinging and popping. Cortana's voice sounds light-years away.

"Another hit like that and we're toast. Literally. Move!"

Instinct is the only thing kicking his legs into motion, straining against the pain. His shield warning is blaring inside his skull, he can feel portions of his undersuit melting against his skin, he's still seeing stars. A wave of nausea swells and threatens to break, but he swallows it down, collapsing behind a pillar.

The enraged Hunter bellows somewhere close by—too close. He hears the heavy clang of its weight moving around the room, searching him out. He doesn't have long. He grits his teeth, tries to focus on his breathing, reloads his rifle. His shields begin to recharge, not nearly as fast as he needs.

Two grenades left, that was something. He yanks the pin out of one, counts to three, then lobs it around the side of the pillar. The Hunter howls over the sound of the blast.

John hauls himself to his feet and runs, shoving aside the searing pain of the plasma burns. Cortana was right, he couldn't take another direct hit. He sprints through the dissipating smoke, past the Hunter, and launches himself onto a platform on the other side of the room, pivoting on his heel the second he touches down.

The Hunter's back is still turned, but it's starting to shake off the shock of the explosion and swing around to face him, plasma cannon already glowing—his window of opportunity is getting smaller by the second. He fires a burst from his rifle, aiming for the sliver of squirming orange worm-flesh under the armor. The Hunter stumbles as the bullets connect, just long enough for John to fling his final grenade.

The explosion thunders through the room, amplified by the residual energy from the half-charged cannon. White-hot fire roils against lime green smoke. A satisfying splash of rust-colored viscera coats the walls. The Hunter crashes to the ground beside its fallen sibling, twitches, then lies still.

His shield alarm is sounding again, he must've been caught by the fringe of the blast. Nothing pings on his motion tracker. The adrenaline that'd been carrying him through the last brutal fifteen minutes starts to fade, making room for all the stress and pain he'd been ignoring to come screaming back with renewed intensity.

He barely manages to unseal his helmet and rip it off before he vomits. It doesn't make him feel any better; the convulsion tears at his blistered, charred flesh, sending a fresh spike of pain through his chest. The air tastes like metallic smoke, but he takes a minute to just breathe.

"...we've gotta keep moving, Chief." Her voice is closer again, but tinny, projected through the helmet's external speakers. "We can rest when we find a medkit." Authoritative as always. But he hears the concern.

He nods. Spits. Takes one last deep breath before fitting his helmet back on and willing his battered body to carry him to the next room. He's still seeing stars.

#halo #my writing #halo fanfic #john 117 #master chief #got a little abstract with the definition on this one #but it was the definition that finally sparked inspiration #directly inspired by the terror of fighting hunters in enclosed spaces #they are so scary to me #funny encounter though: in the beginning of the new mombasa stuff in h2 #i hopped up on one of the trucks in the courtyard when the hunters showed up #and they couldn't reach me up there and didn't use their cannons #so they just kinda. pushed me around for a while #anyway. i wanted to hurt him #(gestures to chief covered in blood and plasma burns) isn't he gorgeous

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lemonsrosesandlavender · 6 days

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Hiii! Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool :3)

Ahhhh thank you! And @commander-krios too, for also sending me this ask <3 I won’t spam everyone with TEN things about me, so I’ll condense both asks into one answer.

1. my taste in clothes bangs. I’m memorable as hell and have little shame about being overdressed. Metallics, sci-fi prints, and unusual textures are my base notes. Catch me wearing a fringed cowboy jacket and pvc holographic skirt at 9am on a Monday, and lime-green latex in the club.

2. I’m a pretty decent writer. No great artist, but my stories do what I want them to, and I’m proud of the feelings my own work gives me. (And proud of every time I’ve been told they evoked those feelings in somebody else).

3. It’s a double-edged sword, because sometimes it makes me miserable - but I’m proud of how bloody-minded and stubborn I am. I’m not a patient person - I’ll gnash my teeth and curse myself out no end when something frustrates me - but whatever is frustrating me will be conquered, eventually.

4. I have lots of friends, who I love very deeply, and I hope that says something about my capacity to care for others and make space for them.

5. I laugh easily, and loudly. I’m sure it drives some people round the twist, and sometimes I do hear my own cackle and wince a little. But I wouldn’t want to enjoy life less for the sake of a little peace and quiet, and sometimes my own atrocious laugh makes other people laugh harder. That’s pretty nice, right?

#cabbage answers #ok once I’ve tagged like five people in something I hit my ‘oh no I’m bothering people’ limit lol #luv u all #I’m ignoring the ‘favourite’ bit bc what lol

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koifishart · 1 month

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>20<

When he woke up previously, before opening his eyes he could see his parents and a children's carousel of airplanes. This time the dream was gloomier. She was standing next to him, saying something about the consequences, kissed him. Kaoru could just feel the sweet taste of her lips touched with the lime balm she adored. Something a little different was looming through the fog as well. A tiny creature rolled up into a ball, sleeping in his lap. He stroked the snow-white fur with hand, and nine fluffy tails fell down his legs. The animal shook its head, opened its huge eyes, and looked directly at him with pale green irises.

The first thing he saw was the pristine white of the ceiling, though could have sworn he saw a few cracks. He moved head slightly, and was surprised to hear the clatter of the cervical vertebrae. Mouth was dry, he could barely open it. Heard hurried footsteps and a door closing a few meters away.

- Boss, don't move too abruptly. - heard a familiar, slightly trembling voice. - You'll break the wires.

Wait... what? He twisted his neck in the direction the voice was coming from. Beside him, in a chair, sat his deputy, glumly resting his forehead on the clasped fingers of both hands. He looked like Hanayama had never seen him before. As if someone had died.

- What wires? - he croaked, barely recognizing his own voice. - Where am I?

- In the hospital, the same as before. - the man explained matter-of-factly. - Hanabi-sama brought you here, possibly breaking all traffic rules. And now... she's lying on the bed next to you.

He felt hot in an instant. How does "LIE on the bed next to you"?! Kaoru wanted to jump up to a sitting position, but the scolding gaze of the long-haired man in a suit reminded him that he had to be careful not to tear anything. Turned his head slowly, trying not to tense anything. She was actually there, facing him. She was asleep, pale as a wall. Even the luscious red lips lost their natural color, they looked more purple. Black hair was tied in a ponytail, and dark fringe fell over closed lids. From one of her hands was a wire that ran straight to his bend at the elbow, and on the other, another, connected to a large IV bag. He barely noticed the movement of her chest.

- Hanabi-sama... ordered to enter a pharmacological coma so that her body would draw less blood...

- For what? - he asked, though the answer was obvious.

- To save you, boss. Anything that pumps her heart was going to go to you. As usual, you had as much blood as the hospital had, and she took care of the rest. She put her own life at stake. - he explained with tears in his eyes. - How did you find her?

- I haven't found... - he muttered, looking at her sadly. - Hanabi came to me herself.

Remembered the evening as a blur, though the more he remembered it, the more it grew brighter. By default, Kaoru went for a drink with the most trusted people, wanting to relax. They rented a hotel so that everyone could drink. There was a sea of whiskey, no more mattered. He made it to the room on his own, which would probably not be possible for normal people after that. Just wanted to fall on the bed and fall asleep until closed the door behind him and saw a pretty girl on the mattress. All he had to do was take a little look at the shiny black hair that fell over scantily clad body with its distinctive breasts and long legs in black stockings, for all the sleepiness to give way to lust. She hypnotized him with bright green eyes. Didn't listen very closely, but he heard one thing for sure.

- You don't find me attractive? - she asked, puffing her lips a little.

Instinctively took her chin, at which she obediently looked in his direction and didn't object when he kissed her. Maybe the alcohol had worked, maybe not at all... Hanayama wanted this girl immediately, and her body wouldn't resist his movements. Part of his nature would say "subtly, it's a woman!" and another part shout "take her as yours!". She was surprisingly sensitive, damp, and tight, it only took a few thrusts for him to get in and out fully without problem. The first time had sex with such a delicate and loud girl. She didn't inhibit her reactions like some. With each movement, he heard louder and louder sighs and moans, which heightened his pleasure. There was, however, something that disturbed him. The potential solution came with a strong burst of orgasm, he had not been able to think rationally before. Although at the last moment before plunging into her beautiful body, he had pulled a condom out of his pocket to avoid possible problems, he felt as if he was emitting without it. He felt as if he had raped her even though she had come to him herself. How old could she be? 16? 17? That's what he suspected then. At times she acted as if she didn't know what to do with her own body. Perhaps what he perceived as ecstasy was pain? Sometimes had trouble distinguishing, especially since he was extremely resilient himself. A moment later found out that he had unknowingly taken her virginity. She had come voluntarily to have her first time with him, something so important and unique, and he acted like a ravenous animal, so unlike himself.

He still hadn't apologized to her. It wasn't until she lay between life and death that he thought it was fair to ask how she felt. He looked at the pale face.

- So... she came to kill you and you ended up in bed? - Kizaki asked, wiping his face. - It doesn't stick together, boss.

- It was. She abandoned this assignment, which is why they are following her now. - he explained slowly, rubbing the space between his eyes. - And she made me so intrigued that I had her followed. And we are where we are...

There was an awkward silence. What more could he say? IT WAS! She came to him alone, and then... then it went on and on. Once he woke up, it was left to figure out a way to wake her up. The door handle clicked.

- Well, well... you finally woke up, Hanayama... - muttered the redheaded doctor from above the patient's record. - the Prince...shitty.

- Shinogi Kureha? - he was surprised.

- Yeah, it's the second time I'm saving you in the last 48 hours. I don't know what you did to her or what you stuffed with that she's staring at you like in a picture. - he threw, looking at the black-haired woman, then directed an angry glare at the boss. - It wasn't a transfusion, it was just a drain. She let her body be used as a living pump, you understand? Just for YOU to survive!

He didn't know what to answer. Was shocked that she went so far as to take such radical measures. Hanayama had not expected such a devotion. Was grateful, but also terribly resentful that she had made them suck her life because of him. He spat towards the door. They remained ajar and the people behind them heard everything. He even noticed Chiharu, so deeply shaken he forgot to breathe. Kaoru turned his gaze back to the red-haired muscle. Shinogi turned his head to the paramedics standing behind him.

- Get him out of here. Have to wake her up as soon as possible. The treatment was successful. - he ordered.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Kaoru replied arrogantly, leaning back gently on the bed.

- Listen. Throughout the beaten day, Hanabi was actually drained. Her body only got as much blood as it needed to relatively function. All the cells were slowed down to a minimum, each organ was working as if it was about to fail. Waking up after something like this will be neither pleasant nor gentle. - Kureha sighed matter-of-factly, rubbing forehead with hand. - The pain she will feel may be unimaginable. It's a bit like babies crying after giving birth because they took a breath for the first time. I can't even predict how she'll react. We can't give anything anesthetic.

- It doesn't change the fact that I want to be with my wife. - he grunted, looking askance at the doctor.

This one probably didn't have the strength to argue anymore, Shinogi only muttered something like "you are worthy of yourself" under his breath. Kaoru wasn't even sure if heard correctly. Ultimately, only Kizaki left the room, closing the door behind him. Nurses broke the link between them, and bar-headed paramedics circled Hanabi, ready for what was to happen. Kureha connected a small bag to her drip with trembling hands. It hadn't been a few minutes since the first drop had come off, and she opened her eyes wide, taking a sharp breath and flexing with all her might. The pale green irises floated into eye sockets. The staff immediately pinned the tiny body to the bed, stopping it from breaking in two, and she, using the inhaled air, tore out of the pain. She was struggling to get up, and the tall men held her hands especially to keep her from tearing out the air tubes. The sight was terrible, his heart ached at the mere thought that there was nothing he could do to ease the suffering. She was tired for a good ten minutes looking as if she was dying with every move. Usually steadfast, hard, she seemed so fragile to him, and at the same time paradoxically stronger than usual. Eventually the pain eased, she fell on the pillow drenched in sweat. She was still breathing heavily, but clearly more steadily. Kureha unhooked a tiny pouch from her canister. She turned her head towards him. He could meet the green eyes again, this time partially hidden under the drooping eyelids.

- Hi, my bear. - She smiled weakly.

- You didn't have to, Hanabi... - he muttered, not stopping himself from shedding a male tear.

- You have nothing to worry about, Kaoru. - she laughed lightly. - "In health and sickness..." remember?

He remembered too well. The day when officially, in front of everyone else, they promised to survive everything together.

They discharged them together after a few days. He was happy to go home. Hated hospitals. She walked beside him again full of energy, in a gray sweatshirt dress to the knee and white sneakers. A fairly thick gold chain hung around her neck, and an equally glistening watch on her wrist. She was visibly feeling better, though Shinogi warned that she might suffer from persistent headaches or temporary numbness in her limbs after donating very large amounts of blood. Everything was supposed to normalize within a maximum of six months. She didn't seem to notice it or worry too much. Maybe it's better? Sometimes, for your own health, you should omit a few stressful facts from life. As soon as they left the hospital building, they were greeted by trusted people and the Tokkutai gang, who escorted him to the airport. Chiharu, who as usually wears his purple jumpsuit, stepped in front of everyone. He fell to knees in front of them, his forehead hitting the ground, though, as if to look at it, more in front of her. The rest of his people followed their boss. She was stunned at the sight.

- Hanabi-sama, I never thought that I would meet a woman as big and brave as Hanayama-san. - The blonde said. - It's an honor!

- Oh no exaggeration! It is only...

She cut a sentence in mid-sentence, clinging to his arm. She swayed. He hugged her to keep from falling, then lifted up.

- It's nothing, Kaoru. Really. - she sighed, blushing. - Put me down.

- The heroines are carried on the hands. - He laughed lightly and kissed her forehead.

She fell asleep with head on his shoulder on the way home. Kaoru carried her carefully into the apartment, took off her shoes, laid on the bed, and then covered her to keep warm. He took a cool shower and joined her, wrapping his arm around beloved body.

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In her life, she would never have suspected that there was anything worse than a giant hangover on the day when you had to get up at 7 am to make it to school for the first lesson, where the exam was due for which didn't have time to study. It crossed her mind that she was somewhat regretting her decision, but the word was out. She swore, she promised...she WANTED him to come back. There was no room to be the other way around. Through her body in seconds flowed so intense and sudden pain, that she had never experienced. It was like being struck by lightning. Worse still - it was coming back. Hurt to breathe, muscle tense and relaxation, eye movement, even thinking. Hurt to feel the blood flowing rapidly through the veins to nourish what had been deprived of value for the last few hours. She was on the verge of dying to save him, and when all was over could see him. Didn't want him to see her like this, but what to do. Apparently he insisted on staying. So stubborn and capricious as always. She stared at the hazel irises, unable to comprehend. Even the redness of the white of one of the eyes didn't change anything. She was so lucky to be alive and to be told that as soon as they were both stable they would return home.

Hanabi woke up as always brisk and full of vigor, which was surprising after the events of the last days. A shootout, Grand Master, hospitals, blood transfusion, a lot of stress...wanted fried eggs so badly. She was standing in the kitchen by the frying pan, frying slices of aromatic bacon in it, when heard a noise coming from the bedroom.

- HANABI?!

He ran out probably as he slept - completely naked. She could clearly see every muscle, every dimple, fragments of the tattoo on arms, scars on skin, and a huge penis swinging between muscular legs. He slipped glasses on so sloppy they almost fell off his nose. Adjusted them hastily, seeing that she was standing in the kitchen. The only thing missing was thick, dark strands, usually quite nonchalantly falling on the forehead, but shaving them off was necessary for surgery. She laughed under her breath at the sight of him.

- Honey, I understand everything, you're at home, but ... what if someone comes in? - she asked, looking at him pointedly. - I wish this version of you would stay just for me.

He blushed and hurriedly returned to the room to approach her a moment later dressed only in white fundoshi. He wrapped his arms around her, placing head on her shoulder with a sigh.

- I was worried... - he muttered.

- Thank you, but I'm not a porcelain doll, Kaoru. - She replied kissing scarred cheek, then smashed the first egg into the pan. - Don't drag me away or you'll be eating burned food for breakfast.

- What if you faint?

- It happened to me and I know how to recognize such a situation. I'll tell you or I'll protect myself. - she continued, laughing. - If you really want to watch me so badly, let me watch the eggs.

He capitulated, but she felt him gently toss his head away from her neck and in a subtle motion slid the unbuttoned shirt, which she casually draped over shoulders. She held the flaps down, then looked at him with a sly smile.

- I know you have something underneath ... - he muttered, continuing as soon as she removed her hand.

The thin material obscured the floor at their feet, revealing a slim body in bright underwear, adorned with two connecting tattoos - a koi carp and a rainbow dragon among the flowery branches of Sakura. She felt the soft touch of rough fingers along her spine. A pleasant shiver tugged the shoulder blades. She shook her head to go back to the ground and serve breakfast. Her natural sense told something was going to happen, something was going on, he wasn't acting normally. Kaoru was nervous, she felt it as soon as he hugged her. They ate in silence, and when she was about to gather the dishes, he took them out of her hand, set them on the table, and tossed her over his shoulder.

- Kaoru, let me go! - she moaned, trying to break free. - Gotta wash up!

- You should get some rest. - he ordered, heading for the bedroom.

Really? So soon after hospitalization? Impossible. Nothing was right for her. As she frantically thought about what this might be, he set her down on the bed and kissed softly. She couldn't resist his soft lips. They were as addictive as himself. Before she felt him take off her lace panties, these were long on the floor. He broke away to splash kisses down her neck and collarbones.

- What are you... - she wanted to ask, but he cut her off, putting finger to her lips.

As a rule he was reticent, this time he didn't speak at all. In the absolute silence surrounding them, all she heard was his low grunts, his damp tongue sliding over tense nipples, and her own sighs. Perhaps her body was more vulnerable by recent events, or perhaps he was more tactically and subtly than ever approaching the caresses. She came surprisingly quickly. The pleasant feeling that overwhelmed her meant that she could move mountains without getting out of bed, even with the strength of mind. He hovered over her, and she placed hands gently on sliced cheeks to pull him close and kiss him. The kiss felt different to her, too.

- What's wrong, Kaoru? - she asked, slowly calming her breath. - I feel something's up.

- Sorry... for a night at the hotel... - he muttered uncertainly, looking away. - It's probably not a pleasant memory for you, I guess it's rather painful...

- What are you talking about, love? - she laughed pearlly. - In fact, I was so heated with you, and you met my expectations so much that I felt nothing but pleasure.

She took a massive neck, seeing the surprised look Hanayama. He was sweet in such moments of honesty. She brought lips to his ear.

- You gave me the best first time you possibly could... - she whispered temptingly, simultaneously reaching for his fundoshi. - ... especially since you were drunk.

She grabbed him at the base of his skull and in one move, taking advantage of the moment of inattention, placed him on his back, simultaneously settling between his muscular legs. Before she covered herself with the quilt to the top of head and bent towards the navel tucked between one knuckles on his stomach and the other, she saw a lovely blush on her husband's face. She brushed the area of the pubic symphysis with her fingernail.

- Hanabi... you were supposed to be careful... - he threw, lifting the material.

- Oh, I think I have enough strength for a small thank you to my caring husband. - she replied with a mischievous smile, rubbing the tense part of his body.

She placed hand at the top of it, wrapping fingers around, and slid down, causing the man to sigh low. She continued, simultaneously pushing other hand toward his broad chest and tight nipples. The murmurs of satisfaction grew louder.

- Stop... - he muttered, combing her long hair tucked under the covers.

She stuck out tongue, gently licking the sensitive spot, making it all tense. She was almost sliding it into her mouth when heard a knock on the door. He immediately bent his knees to tuck her away. A moment later the door handle clicked.

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She was not angry? Feeling sorry? He didn't do her any harm, despite the fact that the alcoholic beverages were only concerned with his own lust? An unusual creature. But since she said so, it remained to believe. Hanabi threw him on the bed with amazing force. Such a trifle was able to freely dispose of a 160-kilogram guy! Maybe she actually felt better than Shinogi anticipated? Nevertheless, you can never be too careful. She didn't want to keep it. She dove under the covers, and moments later he felt gentle hands on his body.

- Stop... - he muttered in truth rather reluctantly, while ruffling her long hair.

She made one movement, and his entire body tensed. Insubordination was perhaps her middle name. He slowly began to agree to her caresses, especially since they finally had some time to themselves. When he was almost completely lost in the pleasant shivers, someone knocked on the door. Kaoru automatically bent his knees, shielding her from the world. Couldn't let ANYONE find out where she was! The doorknob clicked and his deputy peered into the room. Not invited, but Hanayama was too shocked to even ask for a few minutes of patience.

- Boss, I'm not disturbing you? - Kizaki asked. - Hanabi-sama isn't here?

What would... Lazy morning shortly after returning from the hospital, what could she be doing? He thought that his wife would at least help him keep up appearances, and she had acted on the contrary. He felt the brush of damp tongue against his body. He grunted nervously.

- Er... she's taking a bath. - he muttered in response. - Something important?

- Yes, I came to remind you of the meeting in half an hour. - he replied, looking at his watch. - In fact, in order to make it on time, we should slowly gather ourselves.

- Sure, get dressed right away. - he threw, hoping that the man will leave immediately, feeling at the same time sliding movements of the hand and warm tongue.

- Boss, you don't even know how glad everyone is that you both survived. - the deputy continued tirelessly. - It's a real miracle...

- Kizaki... - Hanayama muttered, trying not to make any noises suggesting his situation.

A real mischievous vixen! She moved slightly to keep the duvet on his legs from waving, but that definitely didn't bother her. She hugged him with her lips, licking lasciviously. In his mind's eye, he saw every movement, the expression on her face, the flash of green eyes. He would prefer to wander away even further, but the long-haired man, as usual at situations like this, didn't sense subtle signals, losing himself in ever more original epithets about his wife.

- Indeed, amazing how you fit together, boss. I admit, I was very skeptical at first, but now I can't imagine that Hanabi-sama wouldn't be. She blends in so easily! Capable of anything! At the snap of her fingers, the entire Tokkutai gang bowed to her! - he admired tirelessly. - I couldn't imagine a more suitable woman by your side, boss. Your parents would be proud of such a daughter-in-law...

He guessed that they would be bursting with pride especially at this moment: he's trying to focus and get his deputy off as quickly as possible, while at the same time, she's doing him well under the covers. Absolutely exemplary, perfect, dream daughter-in-law. It was getting harder and harder to hold back from uncontrollable moans. She was going bolder every moment, and the cold titanium earring was making him shudder.

- Even Taro-san is of this opinion, he talked to me during the ceremony. Hanabi-sama reportedly reminds him of his dead daughter...

- KIZAKI... - he finally grunted, rubbing face with hand so deputy wouldn't see the juicy flush of excitement on his face. -You say we're in a hurry, so why not let me get dressed?

- What...? Oh yes, YES! I'm leaving now, sorry boss! - He shook himself and nearly jumped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Finally! Kizaki is truly an invaluable person, but also a terrible talker, especially if you let him talk for more than a minute. His acceleration was then impossible, flowing into more and more colorful and vivid descriptions of reality. He was a great speaker, which is why Hanayama would leave business and incentive meetings to him. Could see with the naked eye that at such moments he felt like a fish in water. He blinked quickly. Felt the situation changed a bit. She must have heard the door close. She knew they were alone again. He looked under the covers to see if he was wrong. He was not wrong. She looked at him lasciviously. She had parted lips and a protruding tongue, the tip of which was nudging the end of his "business." A steel-silver ball flashed. It wasn't a good idea. Kizaki was still in the apartment and it was probably the first time he had bothered him!

- No. - he said, working hard to pick up what remained of his resolve and assertiveness. - No! Hanabi, stop it!

She just laughed softly and, staring at him, slipped it into her mouth. The lips were so incredibly warm and moist, and he was on the verge of reason. He stopped resisting. It only took a few moves. He exited with great force, feeling that she was pulling him out of her mouth in the process. The cover fell back, revealing long hair framing a light face speckled with thick, dripping drops of milky white semen. She smiled mischievously.

- It was rude, baby... - She grunted with her mouth full, then swallowed some of the contents and spat out the rest. - ...too much.

He smirked at her sweet face. He reached for a neat, oblong box tied with a red ribbon, which he hid in a cupboard next to the bed.

- Happy Valentine's Day, my love. - he muttered with a smile.

- Come on! It's today? - She laughed opening the box. - Oh Kaoru, don't pamper me like that! I will be demanding!

With a gentle movement, Hanabi took out a necklace hanging on the tops of her fingers, composed of links of white and yellow gold. It was shimmering subtly, reflecting sunlight streaming through the window. She put it around neck, gently fastening the buckle. It beautifully adorned fair skin. She clung to him again, wrapping arms around his neck.

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* In Japan, Valentine's Day is celebrated on February 14 (Chocolate Day) and March 14 (White Day); Japan is a country that values balance, so the holiday was broken up for two days so that men could pay their debt to women;

#hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #kaoru hanayama #hanayamaswife #hanayamahanabi #married couple #happily married #yakuza #baki headcanons #+18 only #+18 or +adult only #+18 content #baki hanayama #blowjov

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 9 months

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Jujustu Kaisen OC

I was re-watching Jujutsu Kaisen and it sparked my creative braincells again, so here's a new oc

"Where flowers bloom, so does hope."

Name: Mayumi Fujisaki

Nicknames: Princess, Bunny, Petal (all by Megumi). Little Bunny, Thumper.

Age & Birthday: 15, April, 21, 2002

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Neutral good

Habits:

Mayumi's nose twitches when something bothers her.

She taps her foot when she's nervous

Mayumi stress bakes and eats.

Mayumi sings in the shower

Whenever she sees something cute and not on a mission, she wanders off.

Blood type: A+

Mental condition: Healthy

Birthplace: Tokyo

Occupation: Student, Jujutsu Sorcerer

Grade: 2

Relationship status: Dating

Appearance: Mayumi has mid-length mauve hair tied into twin tails and fringe bangs, lime green doll-like eyes with long lashes and porcelain skin. She always wear moon dangle earring on her right her and a star on her left and black heart choker. She stands 148 cm.

Clothes: Her uniform consist of a gray half-sleeve shirt underneath is her school uniform styled into a short overall romper and black tennis shoes.

Personality: Mayumi is shown as being a quiet, honest, kind, compassionate, and extremely peaceful young woman who adores all types of flora and greenery. Mayumi, the group's healer, is skilled in brewing and producing treatments and medications from the uses of her plants because she enjoys experimenting with them. Mayumi has a great connection to nature because of her kind and compassionate character, and she enjoys being of service to others. She is revealed to have a sympathetic disposition to the extent that, when her friends or plants are in trouble, she would respond to them intuitively.

She's romantic at heart, often playing matchmaker for her sisters and sometimes for her friends. Mayumi is also very affectionate and loves to be near loved one's and spend time with them. Mayumi is constantly considerate of others, despite her tendency to be bashful and quickly agitated.

However, Mayumi is also possessive and jealous, especially if there is a person who actively tries to interfere with her relationship with Megumi. This mostly stems from her looking younger than she is.

Mayumi, on the other hand, will show no mercy in the face of curses, instead expressing such feelings in a harsh tone despite her sweet and supposedly innocent attitude. She exemplifies a tremendous deal of commitment to her fellow sorcerers. She is adamant enough to fight again even though she was knocked unconscious in the middle of the bout. Mayumi also exhibits a strong sense of family loyalty and tenacity.

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, listening to movies, watching movies, playing mystery games, creating home remedies, experimenting on different plants.

Likes: Megumi, her friends and family, Megumi's shikigami, reading, music, gardening, gymnastics (both artistic and rhythmic), karate, horror and mystery games, goofing with her friends, hot springs and baths, bubble tea, ice skating, teasing Megumi, shoujo and shonen animes, creating home remedies from plants, flower crowns, tea, anything about romance.

Dislikes: Her loved ones in danger, being compared or mistaken for a child, sexist, misogynists, cheaters, unable to protect others, her sister being overprotective and overbearing, being labeled as a damsel in distress, movies with bad or too cliché plots, being treated as a prize, creepers and perverts, people ruining her garden and research, the Zenin clan, people forcing Megumi do thing he doesn't want.

Abilities: Evergreen Paradise

Weapons: Crescent moons (Two tessens)

Description of ability: Mayumi can summon and grow all kinds of flora. It's similar to Disaster Plants except she uses flowers and vines instead of wood.

Immense Cursed Energy: Even though she isn't of the special grade level, Mayumi has a lot of cursed energy. She continually summons plants for both offensive and protection, and when fighting, she also fortifies her body with cursed energy. Due to her size, she trained her body to handle excessive curse energy as she uses to control the flora around her.

Vines: She mainly uses vines for defensive moves such as creating barriers, entangling opponents, and supporting heavy objects.

Pollen: She often uses pollen as forms of distraction such as smokescreens or pollen fogs. It can also be utilize as bombs and blasts.

Briar cage: Mayumi forms a thicket of briar that traps the opponent or retrains them.

Flowers: Mayumi's signature. She can use her cursed energy make petals, stems, pollen, and other flower components grow and bloom, move and attack, modify flowers by changing their DNA structure, and resurrect wilted or dead flowers. The flowers are used all kind of offensive attacks such as firing petals akin to bullets,

Sweet Scent: She uses the flower's fragrance as mean of distraction of lowering her opponent's guard.

Harvest: Mayumi is capable of growing fruits and vegetables at rapid pace.

Domain Expansion: Garden of Eden: A domain that covers the entire area with vegetation and blooming flowers. The fragrance the area slowly saps the opponent's desire to fight and as they finally weaken, flora start to grow within their body until they're one with the domain.

Strengths: Enhanced athleticism, tessen proficiency, knowledge on flora, gymnastics, cooking, baking, karate.

Immunities: She's immune to all kinds of poison.

Enrollment method: Her sister's recommendation.

Favorite food: Desserts and cold soba.

Least favorite food: Natto

Cause of stress: Lolicons

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jujutsu megumi

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krethes · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic Day Fourteen: wilted

C/w: death of a parent, grief, depression, religious mentions, cancer

There were always fresh flowers on his kitchen table. His mother's garden box was always full: daisies, poppies, lavender and sage, whatever she could convince to grow in the salt-speckled coast. His childhood otherwise lacked a lot of color save for the sanguine of his blood or lime green of his Healers.

Everything else was muted shades of faded black and brown and grey, bandages and plasters, clothes worn and mended too many times to save money, that sort of thing. His father was too proud to take the help (sorry, the "charity") of the parish, and his mother was too afraid of the "cure-all" in his father's hand. A few syllables, and most of their problems would be fixed.

So his childhood was not very vibrant, and his memories now are undersaturated but soaked in an acidic sort of bitterness that eats at him. But there were always fresh flowers on their kitchen table.

It was the feathered fringe of hope to which he clung, month after month. He knew that if he was healthy enough to leave his room or St Mungo's to see those flowers, he would make it another 28 days. Perhaps she knew about his secret tether, what kept him moored in the frothy sea of his misery, and that's why she replaced them so often. Or maybe she just wanted something beautiful and simple to look at and smile, a reminder of God's grace or something, whatever gave her comfort.

As he looks at the wilted flowers on his kitchen table, Remus hopes she's right about her God. He hopes she's "in a better place" as her church friends sobbed wetly to each other, all while eyeing him—Hope's "funny" (queer) son—with blatant disdain. So much for love thy neighbor... Remus has never had the opportunity to be selfish; so much of his life was ripped from him, molded into something else, and then picked back apart, but he thinks now that "a better place" can't be the ground. A better place would be here, at the kitchen table, with fresh flowers.

His father is gone. Vanished without a word. He didn't even bother to come to the funeral. It raised questions and eyebrows at the cemetery, ones Remus had no answers or response to. Did he even ever love her? A question on everyone's face but never leaving their gilded holy lips. Yes. Yes, he did, Remus knows. It took him finding his own love and learning that it manifests differently for everyone, like a Patronus, to understand that his father adored his mother.

His initial outrage at his father's absence has subsided. He is tired, weary, and shattered. He finds no solace in the garden box gone to seed, no whisper of comfort in the sad, drooping blooms in the vase of murky water. He found brief, mad reprieve in Sirius's arms, but he's gone, also. A mission, top secret as always. Remus is meant to go to a pack soon, and he can't help but wonder if their kitchen, too, will have wilted flowers.

He is unmoored now, cast adrift in the raging ocean. Sirius shining presence can't reach him here, and he has no lighthouse to guide him home, no beacon of safety to illuminate his way. The future looks bleak, grey. Muted. Undersaturated.

She wasn't supposed to die. Not while he was alive. She wasn't supposed to suffer. Not while he found happiness in the fragile moments of peace. She wasn't supposed to raise a monster.

He can't help but think it's his fault. The Muggles haven't quite figured out cancer and its origins, so it could very well be from exposure to magic, couldn't it? Sure, he never did magic around her and neither had his dad, but they are magic. It crackles in the air around them, a chained pet waiting for release, energy laying in wait. If he'd been born a Muggle or even human... perhaps she'd still be here, and perhaps there would be fresh flowers on his kitchen table.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #my fics #wolfstarmicrofic #microfic #I'm sorry #ow #wilted #hope lupin #cw: death #cw: cancer #cw: depression #cw: grief #cw: religion

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cha0s-boyy · 6 months

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[ID: five cartoony digital drawings of anthro characters 1. a scenedog from the chest up. his fur is black and white, except for one arm which is a hot pink and black checker pattern. his nose is pink, his inner ears are lime green and violet, his tongue is blue, and his nipples and top surgery scars are pink and blue. he has several ear and facial piercings. he has a zipper down the front of his body. he is wearing a purple checkered collar, and has human-like spiky black and pink hair, with long fringe that covers his eyes, raccoontails, and a high ponytail. his tongue is sticking out the side of his mouth and he is smiling. 2. an anthro cat from the shoulders up. they are in profile, with one paw up, and their eye is looking toward the viewer, so it looks like they have been caught in the middle of something. the shading on both the character and the background implies a spotlight or flashlight beam. the character's nose is also bleeding. they have black fur, with long, straight, human-like hair, which is mostly violet except for green and yellow streaks in the fringe. they are wearing a hot pink t-shirt, and have a yellow gauge in their ear. their eyes are violet. 3. a bust of a sparkle-werewolf. they have light blue fur with colorful freckles and black arms with blue fingers. they have a round snout, one upright and one floppy ear, and round eyes with two round eyelashes. they have human-like curly blue hair, with a small braid on one side and two low pigtails. they have several earrings and a tongue piercing. they have red irises and green sclera, and a magenta nose. they are wearing a pink collar with a W on the charm, and a black and violet t-shirt. they are winking, smiling with their mouth open, and have one hand raised in a claw motion. 4. an anthro spotted hyena from the chest up. he has blue-gray fur, with darker spots and fingers, and angular green eyes. he has human-like straight hair, in a spiky choppy style with a shaved side, and colored mostly cyan with a pink streak in the front. he has three ear piercings, and is wearing a mesh shirt, under a bright green muscle shirt with a pink star on the side and purposely made holes in it. he has one eyebrow raised, is smiling, and has one hand raised in a peace sign. 5. a headshot of a magenta sparkledog. it has a pointy snout and differently sized round eyes. its mouth stylistically overlaps its eye. it has human-like straight hair, with a hot pink fringe and a black and green striped raccoontail. one of its ears is cyan, and the other has three earrings in it. its eyes are indigo blue. its eyes are squinted, and it has a shaky open-mouthed smile, showing its tongue and teeth. a puff of rainbow smoke is coming from its mouth, and the whites of its eyes are reddened somewhat. /end ID]

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merryfortune · 1 year

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tasers, lasers, and ghostly invaders

Written for the 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt #92 Lime

Title: tasers, lasers, and ghostly invaders

Ship: not applicable | Kureha/Ryoken/Spectre

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Word Count: 2,055

Rating: T

Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Inspired by Cross Duel, Anxiety, Bullying, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Spectre asked. He was taken aback - aghast - to see Dandelion appear out of nowhere, and in his territory, no less.

But truth be told, Dandelion wasn’t sure either. She didn’t even know where “here” was. Just that she didn’t like it. She really didn’t like it.

She put her fist to her chest, even through her digital avatar, she could feel her heart race. This place was dark. Really dark. And Dandelion didn’t cope well in the dark. Never had and given that she could feel her palms sweat and her knees knock, she was willing to suspect that she never would.

She bit her tongue as Spectre approached. Territorial. He had… not taken kindly to her.

“I-I don’t know.” Dandelion replied. Her mouth was totally dry. “I, um, I wandered off, from the Cross Duel Tag Tournament, and-”

She turned her head. She simply could not with Spectre’s gaze. It was hard and cruel, made the blue of his eyes beady as he tried to intimidate her. He was much taller than her, bigger and wider. Dandelion trembled.

“I… I best be going, I really shouldn’t be here.” Dandelion agreed in her terror, shrinking in on herself.

Spectre was amused, he licked his lips and seemed to find Dandelion’s anxiety palpable. “And here I thought that the little flower in our midst had no way of being… clipped. Invincible, inviolable, but why do you tremble,” his grin was wicked, ear to ear, but Dandelion refused to look, she hid underneath her fluffy, lime-green fringe as Spectre loomed over her, “dearest?” Malice dripped off his voice.

“I-I’m, um…” Dandelion squeaked.

“Afraid of the dark, perhaps?” Spectre suggested.

Dandelion gulped. He was toying with her. She was self-aware enough to realise that. But not much more than that as she felt a prickle down her spine; she wasn’t sure what that prickle was. Just a forewarning of something warm and lurid that she didn’t understand.

Especially as he reached out to her, enclosing her as he placed his palm on the wall and yet. The stark white of his avatar’s clothes were so bright, it was weirdly a blessing amongst all the endless black that they were both submerged in… in whatever this place was.

The endless black broken up only by those lasers that glittered and gleamed. It was very strange, Dandelion thought. Very different to the better lit Cross Duel arenas, with its golden lights and bells and whistles. Just what was this place?

Just who was this person in front of her…?

And why was he so familiar? His voice, his mannerisms, even his face. This was still the Link VRAINS so it mustn’t have been his real one but Dandelion could swear she had seen this person, this Spectre, somewhere before. Long ago. Like… ten years ago, back when she lived in the Orphanage but that boy. He was dead. It was impossible. But then again, his username, no, Dandelion brushed off such a thought. It was impossible, she decided.

As Dandelion quaked with all her reveries and racing thoughts, her beating heart and her sweating palms, she was still caught, like an insect in this person’s spider web of malcontent with her. With his other hand, Spectre tried to caress Dandelion’s face. She winced, wriggling away from him and stumbling right into… Dandelion smiled. Tears glimmered in the corner of her eyes. Dandelion quicked, hasty, as she got away from Spectre.

“Revolver,” she said, “its good to see you again.”

Well, whoever Spectre was, he eased up whenever Revolver was around. Thank goodness. He straightened up all whilst Revolver grimaced.

He looked so strange and eccentric from behind his glassy, faceless mask. His eyes with no pupils: all yellow. He squinted at Dandelion.

“Why are you here, Dandelion?” he asked. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“L-Like I’ve been trying to get away. I know I’m- I know I’m not meant to be here.” Dandelion panted.

“Are you okay, Dandelion?” Revolver asked.

Dandelion glanced around. She was shaking. She could feel herself shaking in her boots. Big and visible. Not small and unnoticeable. Both Revolver and Spectre were staring. Debatably with concern, in the latter’s case as well but outwardly with Revolver.

“I-I… I’m not well.” Dandelion breathed before collapsing in a heap of powder puffs and tulle and all sorts of organic plant material-inspired fluff.

Or almost collapsed. Revolver was quick enough to catch her but as she hazily dozed off against his breast, and the latex of it, she didn’t appear to be lucid.

“She’s afraid of the dark.” Spectre said.

“You did find something after all, didn’t you?” Revolver asked.

Dandelion was like a limp doll, full of rags and cotton, in his arms. Revolver tried to move her, she tried to move with him but it was a mess. Spectre sighed.

“I did.” Spectre confessed.

“You lied to me.” Revolver deduced.

“That I did.” Spectre continued to confess.

Revolver dragged Dandelion along. Dandelion, again, tried to prove she had some sensation in her body but it wasn’t exactly convincing. But Revolver adhered to what Spectre had said. Dandelion was afraid of the dark and they were in a very dark lair but with the snap of his fingers, he was able to do something.

Something that made even Spectre a touch happier in his sour mood.

Revolver turned the room white. Light just filled it with a blink of an eye and that jarring flash bang was enough to rouse Dandelion. She half panicked but she had Revolver in front of her, grounding her so she didn’t try to move too suddenly but it was all involuntary.

“Here, allow me.” Revolver said and he lowered both himself and Dandelion.

It was incredibly ungraceful and Spectre was incredibly unhelpful, too, as Revolver sat himself and Dandelion down. Dandelion leaned on him but was trying to be strong. She was more embarrassed than anything else.

Especially when Revolver began to play with her hair as a means of comforting her. Dandelion felt her scalp prickle as he ran his fingers through the thick, fluffy strands of her hair, deftly avoiding the leaf litter that she had stuck in it. But it was all very idle, even with Dandelion at his helm, he tilted his head up as a means of prompting Spectre to speak. All they needed for this was each other’s eyes, Dandelion noticed as she rested against Revolver.

“I knew this girl in a previous life, that’s what I discovered.” Spectre said, he folded his arms in front of his chest. He was also making it a point not to look at either Revolver or Dandelion.

But Dandelion’s ears had pricked up. She tried to look up to him but funnily enough, in the brighter, whiter room, it was more impossible to see Spectre. He was as per his namesake. A ghost. Almost translucent in this lighting whereas before, he had been much more present in the dark. He was someone else in the light. Someone… weaker.

And he really was familiar.

“How do you know me?” Dandelion asked. “Or, better question… how do I know you?”

Spectre didn’t answer her. He ignored her. Revolver swallowed. Truth be told, he didn’t want Spectre to answer Dandelion’s questions either. Not even when, with a little more colour to her face, Dandelion looked quite fierce, glaring at Revolver - but with her babyface, her glare didn’t mean much beyond amusement to Revolver.

“You should return to the Cross Duel arena.” Revolver suggested. “You seem livelier than before, allow me to escort you. And promise me: you won’t wander into this area ever again.”

“I promise.” Dandelion mumbled.

Spectre turned back to both Revolver and Dandelion again. He offered a hand but Dandelion got the impression, it wasn’t intended for her. More so after Revolver accepted it and then just took her hand, hard as metal, and pulled her up.

Spectre remained where he was as Revolver took Dandelion to the threshold she had initially passed through. She kept stealing glances at Spectre behind them as Revolver walked, stalwart and forward. Spectre looked so sullen. Jealous, maybe? Dandelion felt like she was coming in between something and maybe it was more than just a friendship.

“If Spectre mistreated you, I apologise for him. He doesn’t play well with others but…” Revolver murmured, trying to rein in Dandelion’s attention. “I do get the impression that you make him uniquely irate.”

“Gee, thanks.” Dandelion complained.

As she hobbled along in tow with Revolver, she fidgeted with her hair, resisting the urge to chew on it but insteading just plaiting it and unplaiting it continually, just the tuft at the end of her long, long ponytail, anyway. She felt like she wasn’t keeping up with Revolver. Figuratively and literally. She had just recovered from almost fainting and Revolver was being too airy with his words and too fast with his walk.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing.” Revolver said, making excuses for his highly unfriendly friend. “I think that means you contest him in ways he’s not used to. I truly do see the best in you and your duelling, I wouldn’t tag-team with anyone less.”

Dandelion blushed. She always felt that Revolver carried her. Her deck wasn’t anything to write home about.

“Getting rid of those costumed weirdos harassing people… I couldn’t stand by it. I-I’m not the same little girl I was. I used to get harassed at, um,” Dandelion paused, she wasn’t sure if she should share that she had, for some time as a child, hailed from an orphanage, “school. Yeah. School. By a boy and…” She was even more unsure if she should share that said boy also kind of vaguely looked like Revolver’s friend, Spectre. Blue eyes, silvery-grey hair, a sloped nose.

“I’m sorry to hear that but it's noble that you don’t want it to happen to anyone else.” Revolver gave mutably sincere condolences.

“Well… I can try. I wanna be a heroine, after all. Like a fairy tale protagonist. Aah, you must think I’m a nerd.” Dandelion rambled.

Revolver chuckled, “Not at all. It reminds me of Spectre, even.”

Dandelion didn’t know what to say to that. Her eyebrows knitted together. Luckily, or unluckily, she didn’t have to say anything to that because she and Revolver had arrived at their destination.

“We’re here.” Revolver commented.

“Thank you… By the way, I appreciate it.” Dandelion replied.

“You can prove you appreciate it by never wandering into this area again.” Revolver said.

“Okay.” Dandelion murmured.

“I shall see you around. Or not.” Revolver said and he disappeared.

Dandelion watched as he stepped into that portal. Inside, the blackness and lime-green lasers had resumed. She shivered. She didn’t catch a glimpse of Spectre in it, however. Just Revolver’s back. And then the scenery resumed, unimpeded.

She sighed. Something strange was afoot, that much she was certain. But Dandelion was just happy her heart had stopped pounding. A superheroine afraid of the dark. What a joke, she miserated. She frowned.

And frowned deeper still as she thought of what Revolver had said. Spectre was a jerk. There was no way they had anything in common except for him, surely. But even so, she couldn’t say she wasn’t haunted by him. His likeness to that boy who had up and disappeared during her time at the Mountain Hill Orphanage was uncanny. The fact he had a proclivity for bullying him, on top of that physical resemblance, was uncannier.

But he had died. That’s what the Matrons had decided and that’s what Dandelion believed. This was just a coincidence. A really weird and cosmically mean-spirited coincidence.

As Dandelion’s expression deepened in a frown as she mulled over this mystery, she sneezed. Dandelion was also certain that someone was talking about her. More likely than not, both Revolver and Spectre were the culprits for that superstitious sneeze.

But Dandelion remained determined. She was going to continue making Revolver her Cross Duel partner or so help her. If he came with Spectre attached at the hip, well, fingers crossed that his theory about how similar Dandelion and Spectre were was correct. Even if Dandelion was completely unconvinced by said theory and was certain that she had never met Spectre before in her life.

#100ships challenge #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #kogami ryoken #spectre (vrains)#original female character #ocs tag #kureha #morikawa kureha #writing tag #tasers lasers and ghostly invaders #title is inspired by an unreleased/leaked kes//ha song

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