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mishellii · 13 days

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♢ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ, ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ, ᴋɪʙᴀ, ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ, ɴᴇᴊɪ & ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ

a/n: sooo my first headcanons yeiih!! this just came flowing out of me while watching boruto tbh because i'm delusional lmao,,,, anyway, very self indulgent as always :) ignore typos pls i cant spell aaaand enjoy xx

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: none! SFW :) not proofread

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♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿sUCH a messy sleeper

❀he'd toss and turn throughout the whole night, ending up somewhere completely different than where he fell asleep on the bed

❀matching pyjama sets !!!

✿especially seasonal ones, he adores them

✿BLANKET HOGGER !!!

❀but not on purpose really, he just pulls it with him due to all his movements

✿u always wake up with it either on the floor or him laying atop of it

❀sometimes he hits u with his elbow or his feet, but pls don't tell him he WILL cry

✿just push him away, boy will not wake up under any circumstances

❀the both of u alWAYS cuddle when falling asleep

✿the usual position is with his arms around your waist, legs thrown over ur own and his face resting next to ur shoulder

❀for that exact reason he's a BIG SPOON !!

❀so so quick to fall asleep, and wakes up after u as well

✿but not at all groggy in the morning !! he's energetic from the second he opens his eyes and sees u preparing breakfast

❀overall just the softest boyfriend ever

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

❀now thIS dude sleeps like a corpse

✿he's not particularly prone on cuddling u, but he fairly enjoys having ur head on his chest and feeling ur fingertips draw circles against his skin

❀he'd never admit it tho obviously

✿mostly wears a black lose t-shirt and some short sweats or sumn

❀just comfortable all around

✿i'm a firm believer in the back position

❀laying flat on the mattress, one arm either around u, or both resting on his belly

✿light sleeper, if i may

❀takes him pretty long to fall asleep as well, but counting ur breath usually calms him and makes it easier

✿u make everything easier for him actually

❀doesn't really care about a blanket, it all really depends on what u prefer while sleeping

✿often awoken by nightmares, but won't ever wake u up or tell u the next day because he thinks it's embarrassing

❀refuses to leave the bed in the morning, but isn't moody at all just very quiet

✿always helps u make breakfast and makes the bed without having to ask him to

❀overall just a calm lover

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

❀without a doubt, a snorer

✿like IM SORRY LADIES but c'mon

❀but not annoyingly loud, just breathy lil snores

✿the problem with it is: he won't move an INCH away from u ever, he's all up in ur business while sleeping

❀doesn't matter how, he's always got to feel u next to him somehow

✿i take him as a sleep talker too, mumbling incoherent words against your neck which only make u laugh tbh

❀akamaru's got his own bed next to the two of u, but some nights he crawls in between ur bodies, practically suffocating u

✿you really don't mind on colder nights, but in summer kiba makes him get off, due to having such a high body temperature already and he doesn't want u to complain even more

❀wore a shirt and pants at the beginning of ur relationship

✿but now??? u'd have to FORCE him to wear anything more than boxers

❀hates when u don't want to cuddle :(( might as well kill him fr

✿why need a blanket when he has you??

❀doesn't leave the bed AT ALL in the morning, u literally have to grab him by the feet and drag him out of it

✿he's a sweetheart, really

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

❀dude HATES cuddling at the beginning of ur relationship, me thinks

✿but fear not, it just takes a bit of convincing from ur side and he's in on it

❀but it's subtle touches really, like holding his hand or having ur feet intertwined

✿if u've had a bad day, he'd definitely play with your hair to make u fall asleep, he's not a diCK

❀grey sweats all the way !!!!!

✿rarely ever wears a shirt, except for when it's cold of course

❀he seems much more like a light sleeper than not, but he's so grouchy when something wakes him up it's a drag really

✿has to be completely dark and quiet in his room or he won't be able to close one eye

❀always sleeps on the side closest to the door

✿big on talking about both ur days at night because he's a very private person and loves spending time with u ALONE

❀deep talk at 2am?? u can bet on it

✿forehead kisses!!! once u wake up and neither of u want to get up and start ur day

❀he's such an attentive lover in general, i'm actually going insane

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀oh my lovely boy

✿i feel like he wouldn't move a MUSCLE while sleeping

❀sometimes you have to poke him to make sure he's still alive

✿AHEM

❀a light sleeper foshou

✿also ????

❀he would 100% wait for u to fall asleep first

✿would always run his fingertips over your back to make you tired

❀unfortunately, the closest to cuddling u two do, is ur head on his chest

✿he gets sweaty quickly, so he'll often sleep without a shirt (which u don't complain about obviously) and that's the reason why he doesn't necessarily NEED body contact (in this situation only!!)

❀but HUGE PLUS he'll sweet talk you to sleep almost every night

✿asking about ur day from begin to end

❀he wants to know it ALL

✿in general, he's really big on making you as comfortable as possible before bed

❀would even wait till the morning to go pee because you look so peaceful laying on his chest

✿don't mind him watching u he just thinks ur so pretty ok

❀u wake up to the smell of coffee almost every morning

✿overall, as we been knew, the gentlest gentlemen to perhaps ever gentleman goodbye

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

❀poor baby's the king of light sleepers

✿always ready to jump into battle and protect u if he has to, even if u convince him that ur safe and nothing's going to happen :(

❀casually wears a black tanktop and some sweats, mask and shinobi headband easily reachable on the bedside table at his right side

✿definitely enjoys u playing with his hair too much

❀he prefers to fall asleep with his head either on your chest or tugged just under your chin so he can hear you breathe and ur heart beat

✿he's so tragic oh my days

❀anYWAY light snores but only when he's REALLY gone and u rarely ever see him in this state so,,,,,

✿loves listening to ur stories before falling asleep

❀legs & arms intertwined and allathat

✿you will never lay in bed without him picking up one of his books at least ONCE

❀it really calms him down u know

✿but start a conversation with him, and he's all urs, book long forgotten next to his mask and headband.

❀always wakes up earlier than u, preparing breakfast with said book between his fingers

✿(he swears he'll close it once ur awake tho)

❀((he does))

a/n: AHEM i hope u liked it ???? pls tell me ??? AAAA i will see u beans next time bye bye xx

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politemenacephd · 4 months

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A Two Fanged Approach

Micaela O'Hara x F!Reader X Miguel O'Hara (+18) Miguel's variant from another universe, Micaela O'Hara, is visiting, and all he wants to do is get her off his back. It's your job, he says, to keep her busy, but Micaela doesn't appreciate being ignored. Word count: 6658

Contents: Muscle dom femme, rough body play, size kink, oral (reader giving and recieving), finger play, biting, PinV sex, degradation and praise, voyeruism, dom/sub dynamic, threeway w the O'Hara variants. CW: Workplace power dynamic, implied age gap (Micaela & Miguel are older than reader but reader is an adult).

Notes: was thinking about how female spiders are always like twice the size/scarier than male spiders and this happened, forgive me please lmao

‘Oh- sorry!’

You hurriedly bent to grab your papers from the floor, all while trying to garble an apology to the spider you’d just run into. You would have stayed longer to be polite but you were in a real hurry, so you just thew your apology over your shoulder before hurrying back down the long corridor ahead.

You’d been summoned to Miguel’s office, which shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, you had been hired to help him with office and secretarial duties, so being summoned by him should be a regular occurrence, right?

Well, not for you. Miguel didn’t want help. He didn’t want a flighty little soft human bothering him with reminders, or touching any of his stuff. You’d mostly been relegated off to helping Spider Byte instead.

That is, until today.

As you approached the darkened entrance to his office you heard him call.

‘In here.’

You were always surprised that he knew you were coming, especially since he didn’t have senses like the others. You supposed your footsteps must echo.

‘Yes, sir! Coming!’

You shifted through the open door and almost immediately had to catch yourself from falling. Miguel’s office was covered in old, unfinished projects and loose electronics, making it a minor nightmare to traverse.

You hopped and scurried your way over to his floating desk, which was just a meter or so in the air.

‘Hi! Sir, yes, I’m- here. I’m here.’

Miguel turned to glance at you, his face just barely lit by the dim blue light of his monitors. His red eyes were all you could clearly see.

‘Good.’

He grunted his approval before turning back. As he turned your eyes darted, taking in the enormous, forebodingly dark room that Miguel called home, when your eyes fell on something strange. There was someone beside him. Someone huge, someone shrouded in shadow.

You frowned; who was that? You hadn’t seen anyone of that stature here before.

‘This is my- variant. Or, one of them’ Miguel said. Variant? That means this was another version of him, from a different universe? You’d never met any of his variants before.

He waved his hand dismissively at the person beside him, urging them to do an introduction. With a reluctant huff the shadowy figure stepped out into the light.

You felt your heart nearly triple over in your chest.

It was a woman. An enormous, perfectly muscled woman, peering down at you with cold and curious eyes.

And oh god, she was beautiful.

She had a similar facial structure to her counterpart. Strong jaw, sharp nose, almond eyes and thick, dark hair in a messy, curly cloud around her neck and shoulders. With the same brown skin and the same red eyes, they could have been twins.

But she was huge, easily a good few inches taller than her already hefty counterpart, and just as strong.

Your eyes seemed to move on their own, gawking at her broad rounded shoulders and heaving biceps. She was wearing the same skintight suit as Miguel in that classic blue and red scheme, which made every muscle in her body pop. Her chest was tightly bound beneath her suit but the holographic fabric clung to the counters of her form, highlighting the thickness of her waist above her broad hips.

And her thighs. They could crush you in seconds, perfectly sculpted with tense muscles and fat. They made you weak just looking at them.

Her brow went up as you mouthed at her like an idiot. You ducked your head in embarrassment.

‘Sorry, ah- Hi, it’s good to meet yo—’

‘This is Micaela’ Miguel said, quickly cutting you off. You noticed she seemed annoyed by this. Even from here you could pick up the way her full lips started to curl with disdain. Miguel didn’t bother to turn, so he remained oblivious.

‘Hi’ Micaela said, just as curt as her counterpart. You straightened to attention.

‘Ah- hi! It’s good um- I haven’t, seen you around here before.’

She cocked her head just a little. ‘You sound like that’s a bad thing.’

You felt your throat go dry. ‘I, sorry? I didn’t—’

‘Stammering. Cute. I don’t come by often because he’s a petulant child, that’s why you haven’t seen me’ she said as she cut you off. You awkwardly closed your mouth.

‘Sorry to disappoint. You looked so- excited to see me.’ Her voice dipped as she spoke, lingering on those last four words.

You hadn’t expected her to be so cocky, so confident. Miguel was stoic, cold and quiet, but her? She was blunt, but that’s where it seemed to end. And god, now you’d made yourself look like such an idiot in front of her. Could she sense it? Could she tell what you were thinking?

‘You.’

You bolted to attention as Miguel addressed you. He hadn’t bothered to turn to you either, but he had pointed a single claw in your direction.

‘Ah- yes?’ you stammered.

‘I need you to show her around, keep her busy until the meeting later. Can you—’

‘I came here to help.’

You jumped as Micaela cut him off with a bark of her own. Miguel sighed.

‘I know. And I told you, I don’t need—’

‘Ay por Dios- you need help! Your code is garbage’ she snapped. She’d put her hands on her hips and was physically leering over Miguel at this point. You noticed for the first time the bead of sweat on his forehead. Was he trying not to look intimidated?

She snapped her claws when Miguel refused to turn.

‘¡Oye, penedjo! Mírame.’

With a low grunt he pushed his holographic screen aside and spun on his heel to face her. You noticed he had to tilt his head back to meet her gaze.

You instinctively took a step back. Were you supposed to be seeing this?’

Not that you minded, though. You were such a secret slut for these big, hardened brutes after all. Just seeing them flex at each other forced you to clamp your thighs.

‘I agreed to let you attend the meeting’ Miguel said through gritted teeth. ‘That’s all I owe you. This is MY organisation, I set the rules. I don’t want you breathing down my neck.’

‘If you didn’t want me down your neck you should have learned to be competent’ she drawled sarcastically. The two narrowed their eyes in unison.

‘I said no’ he barked, and once again he pointed at you.

‘Go, take her- somewhere. I don’t care where!’

‘Don’t care where?!'

As the two devolved into another argument you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller.

‘I- I’m sorry, I’ll just- I’ll see myself out’ you mumbled. Neither seemed to hear, and so you hurried back out of his office. Their argument grew muffled in the distance.

For a few minutes you decided to pause in the corridor, your back pressed to the wall. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. God, what a shame. You’d been excited at the chance to spend time with that terrifying woman, but, maybe this was for the best. You’d probably have made a fool of yourself.

You faintly heard their argument come to an end. Silence fell over the hall.

Best to get out of here, you thought, and so you hurried to leave.

But then, right as you were about to turn a corner into the main hall, something slammed into the metal wall beside your head. The bang was enough to make you jump out of your skin.

‘AH—��

‘Hey. You.’

You spun around only to find yourself caged against the wall, your body fully eclipsed by the shadow of your assailant.

It was her. Micaela.

You felt sweat beading on your face all over again. She was so much bigger up close, how? How was that possible? You felt her breath hit your forehead and physically pinched yourself to stop whining out loud.

‘You were assigned to me’ she said, curt and to the point. You nodded.

‘Ah- I, was but you didn’t- you said you didn’t, need me.’

‘Your boss is pissing me off’ she hissed.

You noticed how they had the same inflection in their voices. The same cold, tired, drawl of a voice, verging on the edge of sarcasm.

‘Ah- I could tell. I’m- I’m sorry.’

‘He does this every time. None of our other variants are this rude.’

‘I- I’m, sure it’s just a bad day for him’ you mumbled. She wasn’t listening.

‘I’m annoyed. He has- annoyed him. And I don’t like, being annoyed.’

You slowly nodded, trying your best not to gawk at her again. ‘Ah… ahuh. Of course, ma’am.’

‘So. You’re gonna help me.’

You blinked, rapidly, as her eyes bore into your soul. You spotted her lick her fang and nearly fainted as all the blood rushed from your head to your loins.

‘F- aha, uh- sure, how- h-how can I help, ma’am?’ you said with an awkward laugh.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, just barely allowing a slither of that bloody red light to escape. You felt her hand pushing into the metal so hard it creaked and dented.

‘You were looking at me’ she said, her voice dipping.

You squeaked, your eyes widening. Just as quickly you averted them to the side. Shit, shit, you idiot, you berated yourself internally. You idiot, how are you so—

‘Good.’

You felt something brush your chin, something just out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t see it, but you felt it sting. She slowly tilted you back to face her.

It was her claw. She was poking her claw right at the underside of your jaw. You swallowed, hard, something she must have felt on her hand as she smiled.

‘I prefer when people are- honest. I prefer when I know what they want. I know what you want from me.’

You tried to nod but she refused to move her claw. It dug in again, sharp and stiff, forcing you to stay still.

‘What do you want from me?’ she asked.

Your eyes flitted across her face, noting the dark red eyes and bared fangs. You felt her claw gently brushing your skin, shifting down to your jugular. You tried to ignore the wet patch of slick now coating your panties.

‘I… I want, to please you’ you stammered.

Her smug grin widened; she seemed pleased. ‘Good. In that case, I have a job for you.’

You barely had time to make a sound as she began dragging you away. She pulled you by the wrist back towards Miguel’s office, but right before you’d have re-entered his domain she twisted you around into a storage room to the left.

She quickly shut the door at her back, leaving you both in the empty room. You noted the empty shelves, the cold hard floor, and most of all the air vent connecting the locker to his office.

‘What- what, did you need—’

‘Shut up.’

You squeaked as her lips hit yours.

‘Mm- Mm!’

Her lips were ravenous from the start. Full and rough they quickly parted, allowing her tongue to bully yours until she was down your throat. You felt your legs nearly gave way as she groped at your waist.

When she pulled back you were panting, your jaw covered in your joint saliva. She licked your spit from her lips.

‘Ah- m-ma’am’ you whined dreamily.

‘He wants me busy, I’ll get busy. I’ll make sure he knows I’m very busy.’

Your body was abruptly thrust into the locker wall.

‘Ah- m-ma’am, I’m- happy to help, but—’

Your soft pleading turned to pathetic mewls as she pressed her full weight against you. Your ribs were squeezed as she smothered your whole body, as if taking away your breath was just an effortless act. She kissed you a few more times like that, leaving you gasping for air each time.

‘If I come all the way out here for his stupid meeting, I better get something out of it. And I want that stubborn fuck to hear it.’

She used one hand to roughly yank your shirt open, relishing in the little squeak of a moan you gave.

‘You wanna get fucked, nenita?’ she whispered.

You didn’t even hesitate. You nodded, your thighs rubbing as you nestled up to her. ‘Please, please, y-yes.’

‘Good.’

She took a moment to fondle your chest, admiring the way you coyly looked to the side. She knew you weren’t embarrassed by her touches. She knew deep down you were embarrassed at how much you enjoyed being so easy.

‘I never get to fuck anything’ she grunted.

You squirmed as her hand started to slip down the front of your suit pants, eagerly squishing your belly as she went.

‘Everyone is too- weak, or scared of me. But you—’

You bit your tongue so hard to avoid moaning that you tasted blood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She bared her teeth against your cheek, a low hiss reverberating against your skin.

‘Do your job’ she barked.

You cracked immediately, letting out a loud moan. Her self-satisfied smile and accompanying grunt only made you weaker.

‘There. Better. Let him hear it. Say my name.’

‘Mi- Micaela, please—’

Your breath was stolen as she slipped her fingers beneath your panties. They were hard, calloused from years of climbing and lifting, and cruelly cold. The rush of her fingertips playing with your clit was enough to make you quiver.

‘You’re supposed to help me out’ she said. ‘Huh? Big man wants you to help me, cariño, so help me out.’

You were burning up with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

You didn’t want your boss to hear you like this, but you knew he could. The grate between his office and here was right above your head. It would echo into his room for sure.

Her hand dug a little deeper, eagerly pressing circles into your clit as it throbbed. Your hips squirmed but her firm grip kept you in place.

‘Come on nena, just a little- louder—’

‘A-AH!’

You moaned aloud as she pushed down and slipped one finger inside you, pushing right through the wetness and up to your g-spot.

In the other room Miguel froze. He was halfway through typing out a message when he heard it. He’d sensed the mild commotion and thought nothing of it, but now he knew. He heard your moan and his counterparts order, and now they were ringing in his head.

He swallowed, hard, only to find his throat was dry. He tried to keep working.

She bit her lip as you panted, now impaled on her rough hand with your back against the wall.

‘Good girl’ she whispered. Having now gotten what she wanted her roughness slowly began to recede. She could feel her own blood pumping, and all she craved right now was to see pretty little tears on your overstimulated face.

‘You’re a sweet thing’ she murmured. Your eyes rolled as she finger fucked you, your hips wriggling incessantly to drive her deeper. You’d lost all sense of shame at this point; you’d do anything for her attention.

‘Can’t believe he hasn’t made a move. Or do you not like him?’

You mewled again as her lips hit your neck. She had to physically lift you up the wall to reach, with one hand down your panties and the other gripping your waist to hold your weight, all so her mouth could start tenderly tasting your flesh.

She could taste the sweat, the thud of your pulse in your jugular, and most importantly your hair standing on end. She could hear every desperate pant.

‘Do you like me?’ she whispered. You frantically nodded.

‘You do?’

She cruelly shifted her hand and pushed two fingers inside, starting to slowly stretch you out. Your legs kicked in midair as you winced. Two fingers wouldn’t have usually been so bad, but god, she was huge.

‘You like me?’ she repeated, her fingers arching up into your cunt. She could feel your slick pooling and slipping down her hand.

‘Y—Yes, yes—yes, I like you’ you whined.

And just like that, she dropped you. Her hands drew back and you fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, just barely catching your own weight. You looked up to catch her admiring her hand. She let you see your slick on her fingers, the shiny little strings clinging to the gaps between her claws.

‘I—did, I’m sorry, did I do something wro—’

‘No.’

You watched with wide eyes as she fell to her own knees, gently tugging you forward by the ankle. She lay you flat on your back against the hard floor. ‘No, you did nothing wrong. You’re my good girl.’

Your eyelids fluttered in response to her soft praise. It was the perfect distraction, as she then went right into ripping your suit apart.

‘But I’m gonna need you to be bad for me.’

You squeaked as she clawed your suit from throat to cunt, easily splitting the material in two. In seconds you were naked.

‘W-Wait, I needed that—’

‘Mmm. That’s better.’

Micaela raised her hand and waved away her own holographic suit, revealing beneath a firm white tank-top binder and a matching white thong. They sat so pretty on her warm skin; you damn near choked at the sight.

She was just so pretty. Beneath the suit you could see the scars on her thickened abs. You could see that she didn’t bother to shave, leaving dark hair coated her armpits. You saw she had a little snail trail of dark hair on her navel, the perfect arrow pointing down to her inner thighs. You struggled not to stare.

As she stretched you got to see her bare biceps flex. You knew those things could crush you in a second, and secretly prayed that they would.

‘Come here, nena.’

With one hand she pinned your wrists above your head and used the other to roughly grab at your chest. You gasped at the feel of her palm as it squished and kneaded your breast, eagerly letting the flesh squeeze between her thick fingers. She was biting her lip again at this point.

‘Everyone’s so afraid of me’ she purred. ‘But those sounds you make- fuck, that’s so pretty.’

She bent down and ran her tongue around your nipple as you squirmed, relishing in the pathetic begging that dripped from your lips. You could feel her shifting your breast up to her lips.

‘Are you scared of me?’ she whispered.

In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.

‘Y-Yeah, but—’

‘But you like that, don’t you?’

You nodded again, uncaring how you looked at this point. You were aching to be touched. Your poor pussy had been stretched out and then abandoned, and now all you could feel was her hot breath on your sensitive chest.

To your great relief, she smiled at that.

‘Good girl. Smart girl.’

She mercifully began to suck on your breast, all while her hand drifted back down. With your body now naked and spread on the floor it was easy for her fingers to slip back inside you, squishing and filling those warm walls with her thick digits.

You squirmed on her hand, whining at the sensation, which unfortunately was to her displeasure. She released your breast with a soft pop and bit your shoulder instead.

‘A-AH—’

‘Be good’ she hissed as she unclamped your skin. She’d just barely pierced it.

‘Y-Yes, sorry. I’ll be good.’

Her smile made you dizzy. ‘Good girl. That’s it. Now stay still.’

You struggled to obey as her lips returned to your chest, eagerly sucking one after and other until your nipples were perky and hardened. Her fingers went right back to fucking her name out of your mouth.

‘F-Fuck, Micaela—’

‘That’s it. Louder.’

‘Micaela!’

Her fingers got harder, rougher, squishing in and out until you squirted over her palm.

‘Louder.’

‘Micaela! Please, fuck--!’

Her thumb hit your swollen clit as she continued to pulse her digits inside you.

‘You want me to let my claws slip?’ she purred. You spasmed with pleasure at just the thought.

‘MM- Fuck- fuck ‘s so good, please--!’

BANG.

You jolted as someone hit the door.

‘¡OYE! Micaela, that’s enough!’

All the blood rushed from your face. Shit, shit, shit. It was Miguel.

To your horror Micaela didn’t stop. She continued fucking your spread cunt in view of the door while her tender lips kissed your chest, forcing you to bite back your moans.

‘How ‘bout you stop me?’ she snapped back.

For a moment there was silence, and you were sure Miguel must have left. But you were horribly mistaken.

The door swung open, bouncing on its hinges as it slammed into the opposing wall. Miguel’s terrifying figure filled the door.

You squirmed desperately but Micaela kept you down.

‘You are so—’

He froze as his eyes adjusted to the light.

He was met with the sight of your naked body on the floor, your suit in tatters, with Micaela eagerly spreading you wide as she continued to suck on your breasts. You were forced to make eye contact with him as you whimpered and moaned.

‘Y—’

Miguel choked on any response he could have given.

He had to just stand there, watching, until Micaela finally drew back her lips.

‘Thanks for lending me this one’ Micaela purred. Her grip tightened on your wrists until they hurt, just to show off her bulging biceps. She continued to slowly fill you up as Miguel just stared.

You could see his suit straining to contain his cock as it throbbed. Your face burned with embarrassment as he got a full view of your spread legs and your soft, tight, barely touched pussy.

You hated it, but you kind of wanted him to see. You wanted to feel how his calloused hands would handle you. God, were you always this desperate?

‘Mm—’

Miguel bit back a soft moan, something Micaela quickly picked up. Her eyes glinted as she formed a new plan.

‘You can have her.’

You saw Miguel’s eyes dart back as she spoke. You whined as Micaela withdrew her fingers, letting him gawk at your spread cunt. It was dripping wet, hot and pulsing, clenching around nothing. She spread her claws wide so he could see the strings of slick still clinging to them.

‘Go on, nena. You want poor, sad, lonely Miguel to fuck you?’ Micaela cooed.

You couldn’t help it. You kept your eyes closed as you couldn’t bear to face him, but you nodded.

Micaela noticed Miguel palming his cock through his suit. His eyes were on your chest, on your trembling thighs, and they were hungry.

‘I’ll let you fuck her too, but- only if you let me help you.’

Miguel curled his lip, flashing just the inch of a fang. ‘I don’t need your permission’ he grunted. ‘If she wants it, I’ll fuck her.’

The words made you mewl with delight, and he began to palm him cock even harder. His enjoyment was short lived, however, as Micaela was once again displeased.

She reared herself up and bared her teeth, eagerly flexing her back and shoulder muscles. It was a territorial display.

Despite his neediness, Miguel backed down. Female spiders were always bigger, after all. Bigger, stronger, and most famously known for devouring males who got in their way.

Despite how terrifying Miguel was to everyone else, he was stuck in a room with the one person who outranked him: himself. He sighed.

‘Fine. You can help. Now- hand her over.’

Micaela smirked. She gave you one long, lingering kiss before shuffling to your head, making room for Miguel. You prepared yourself to be used by both of them.

When he dropped down to his knees he grabbed your thighs first, gently squeezing the fat and muscle before grabbing your ankles to push your legs up. You obediently folded for him. After all, you didn’t have a choice. He was so strong that if he pushed any harder he could have snapped your bones.

‘Good girl’ he grunted. ‘I’ll try to be gentle. Just- be still for me.’

Even now he was still so stilted, so professional.

You watched as he phased away his suit, revealing that he was almost completely naked underneath spare a thin pair of boxers. When he yanked them down his erect cock sprung out so hard that it slapped his lower belly before hitting your clit, smearing your thighs and labia with thick beads of precum.

Your breath came ragged as you struggled to contain yourself.

He was girthy to say the least, his cock veiny and firm, and he was covered in dark hair from his chest to his pelvis. His skin was scarred and rough. He was so pretty.

‘Good girl’ he repeated. You watched him stroke himself a couple of times as his free hand gently brushed your sex. He used two fingers to spread your lips, seeming almost curious as he stroked over those sensitive folds. You squirmed a little.

‘Sh. I said still.’

Despite his attempt to sound gentle he couldn’t help but order you around. You obediently lay back, much to Micaela’s amusement. She started showering your face with kisses as you were both made to wait.

‘Ay, que chula’ Miguel mumbled to himself. Just out of the corner of your eye, you could see him rubbing his cock against your folds. You could see his abs rolling and tensing with each slow snap of his hips, and the gorgeous way his eyes rolled and closed as he savoured the feeling.

You would have gawked at him longer had Micaela not demanded your attention once more.

Your head was jerked back into position as she suddenly mounted your face. Her hefty thighs came down on either side of your skull, caging you in, and you got to watch as she stretched and arched her back above you. It was awe inspiring, enough to make you weak.

You felt rather than saw Miguel preparing your body. You felt him spreading your legs as he got onto his knees, spreading your cunt, pushing his own muscled body into a mounting position. He had you in a mating press.

You whimpered slightly. Micaela was sitting with her legs on your arms so you couldn’t move at all, you were forced to stay very still as Miguel began angling himself.

‘Remember, nena, your job was to keep me busy, and now it’s to be good so I can get what I want’ Micaela purred. She slid a finger into your mouth to keep you distracted while Miguel began pushing in. You winced; You could feel his bulbous member pushing at your cunt, and even through you’d been pre-stretched you could feel it was going to be a tight squeeze.

You clenched just an inch of his cock and he grunted.

‘Mmm- fuck, it’s been too long’ he whined. ‘You’re so tight already.’

‘Be nice to her old man, don’t hurt her to much’ Micaela teased.

‘Not my fault she likes them older, or- bigger’ he grunted. You squeaked and choked on her finger as you felt him press his claws into your legs, pushing them down as he shuffled into a more comfortable position.

He was going to fuck you.

‘Shh, you can take it’ Micaela purred. ‘You want it big, don’t you? You want to help me out.’

You internally braced.

‘Just focus on me, focus on me—’

‘MM—!’

You cried aloud as he started to pump his cock inside you. He got about halfway in with his first thrust, easily splitting you in half, but to bottom out he had to gently hump to get your muscles to loosen. He was smart enough to put his thumb on your clit to help ease you up, and it worked a treat.

A few hard thrusts later and he’d penetrated you completely. A low, guttural groan reverberated in his throat as he came to a stop, willing himself still to enjoy the sensation.

You could feel the bite of his pelvic muscles on your thighs, the pressure of his balls on your ass as he squeezed up against you. There was a slight burn as he stretched you, a deep-seated ache where his shaft was kissing your cervix. For you, though, that was part of the fun.

‘F-Fuck, yes—’

‘Oo, she likes you’ Micaela teased. ‘You like the little toy I got for us nena, huh?’

‘Fuck you’ Miguel grunted back. You squeaked as the two suddenly hissed at each other, fangs bared and shoulders tensed, leaving you trapped beneath the two. You felt your heart thudding against your frail little ribs as you realized, truly, what you’d done.

You’d let this terrifying, infinitely powerful woman strip you naked and pin you to the floor, and on top of that you’d then let your equally terrifying boss penetrate you on his fat cock. Two people with far too much power over you, two people who could crush you in a second. Older, more experienced, more established, both holding your bare body down in a closet to be fucked.

And fuck was it good. You involuntarily shivered and moaned, your muscles clenching Miguel tight. Immediately he retracted his fangs and groaned right back. Micaela’s surprise overtook her anger.

‘Oh? Nena, you little slut.’ She turned back to you and smirked, tenderly tilting your chin. ‘Sorry, were we not paying you enough attention? Go ahead Miguel, fuck her silly.’

The two decided to forget their grievances in exchange for your body. Miguel wouldn’t dare actually snap at Micaela, as he couldn’t stand the idea of her pushing him out. He could take a little degradation for this pussy. For that tight, wet, fuckable pussy, he’d take anything.

Your eyes rolled as he started to jolt your body back and forth.

‘Are you a good toy, Miguel?’ she called over her shoulder.

‘Yes’ he grunted threw gritted teeth. To stabilize his ego he started to thrust harder, firmly smacking his hips into your rear. A thick, lurid symphony began to fill that small room; the wet squish of your cunt, the heavy breathing from Miguel, the soft giggling from Micaela and the smack of his pelvis on your ass.

‘Do you fuck all the visitors who come here?’ Micaela whispered. She saw you whimper and grinned, her fangs flashing.

‘Is this even the first time you’ve fucked your boss? It wouldn’t be if you were from my universe’ she purred. ‘I’d have you bent over my desk 24/7, and you know I wouldn’t stop if someone came in. I bet he tries to hide you.’

‘No’ Miguel grunted. ‘She’s- a good girl, usually, I didn’t know she- mmm, fuck- was so cock hungry.’

‘Then you’re an idiot’ Micaela scoffed. ‘I knew right away. Or, maybe she just doesn’t like you as much.’

‘Ah-- I’d say- she likes me just fine.’

As if to prove his point Miguel thrust in deep, just barely kissing your cervix. You cried out as your body jolted.

‘She just needs a little extra me, then.’

You watched from your frozen position as she started to gently push her thong aside, revealing her bare sex just inches from your lips. She noted your wet lips, your soft pants, your dreamy expression as you were fucked into a state of dumb pleasure.

‘You want to keep me busy, nena?’ she asked softly. You jumped at the chance.

‘Ah- fuck, yes- please, please—’

‘My god, you slut. You know I could crush your head right?’

You felt her thighs squeezing in on either side of your head, applying a firm but controlled dose of fear.

Miguel gasped as you clenched him in response, eagerly squirting slick all over his thighs.

‘Ah- fuck, whatever you’re doing, do more of it’ he panted.

‘Oh, does she like that?’

Her thighs tightened again, squeezing every stupid thought out of your pretty little head. All you could hear now was the faint, muffled smack of Miguels cock entering you over, and over, and over again. You felt like your eyes hit the back of your skull.

‘¡Oye! You don’t get to stop.’

She snapped her claws as a warning, and in a frantic move you parted your lips in preparation. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she slowly lowered her pussy to your mouth. She smothered you with it.

Her soft moans were so unbearably gratifying. It was enough to give you goosebumps.

You moved your lips and started gently sucking on the soft nub of her clit, eagerly arching your neck to get closer. God, she tasted so fucking good. So soft, velvety and warm, throbbing on your tongue.

‘Fuck- your tongue is so soft’ she breathed.

You widened your lips so you could taste more, tongue more, carefully winding it over her spread lips. Every one of your senses was bombarded here. Her smell, the smell of sweat and body spray and body oil, mixed with the taste and the warmth and the soft sound of her moaning.

Between the feeling of Miguel slipping inside you, his cock eagerly throbbing in your guts, and Micaela’s soft pussy drenching your lips, you were utterly lost. You were their pet at this point.

You squeaked slightly as she started to ride your face.

‘That’s it, good girl. Put that pretty mouth to good use for once.’

You started to suck harder as she continued to grind against your tongue.

You were torn between the two. Your cunt had been absolutely ravaged by Miguel. You were a gaping mess utterly stuffed with his cock, dripping pre-cum and slick onto the floor until a puddle formed around your ass. You could feel his claws digging in as he rutted between your legs, his breathing rapidly getting harder and harder.

And Micaela, that beautiful woman, had ravaged everything else. Your head was faint, your face wet with her slick, your tongue and jaw exhausted. Your soul was broken. She’d broken you down and you didn’t care one bit.

You let your mind go blank as they both started speeding up to completion.

‘Can- mm, fuck, so tight- can I make her cum?’ Miguel panted. He was pussy drunk at this point, barely getting the words out.

‘You’re asking permission now?’ Micaela scoffed.

He grunted with disdain for her smug attitude, but he did bow his head.

‘Yes, just—fuck—I want to feel it.’

‘Mm… What do you think nena, do you want to cum?’

Your words were completely muffled by her pussy. You tried to say yes but she refused to move, instead biting her lip as you were forced to continue gently eating her out.

‘Mmhm. I think she said yes, but, she wants me to make her cum.’

Micaela carefully arched her back, leaning her arm around until it found your belly. She drifted one finger down to your swollen clit, teasing it lightly, watching for your response. You immediately screamed.

‘MMF—!’

Your clit was throbbing, pulsing, desperate for relief. Just that single brush was enough to almost make you cum. You squirted all over Miguel’s thighs for the second time.

‘M-mm- Tu pucha está apretada, estás mojadita’ Miguel whined to himself.

‘I think you’ve pussy whipped that man’s soul out of his body’ Micaela giggled down at you. You didn’t need her to tell you that though; the rough, heavy bulge in your belly from where Miguel was aggressively fucking to completion was enough to tell you that.

As Miguel’s thrusts became erratic Micaela continued to move her finger on your clit, pushing you to cum, and you continued pleasuring her with your tongue.

There was a three-way peak, a slow rise to a messy finish. All three of you lost all sense of higher thought. You were teetering on the edge.

Micaela was the first to tip.

She came on your mouth with a guttural cry, her hips bucking of their own volition with each spasm of pleasure. You were fully suffocated beneath her hips.

And that was enough to tip you over too.

Your whole body jolted and tensed as you orgasmed around Miguel’s cock. Your screams were muffled but Micaela felt them, her eyes now closed and her lips parted in a dreamy smile as your pleasure vibrated on her clit.

Your pussy clenched hard and your legs shook harder, which proved too much for Miguel. He couldn’t muster the strength to pull out. His whole body quivered as he came inside you.

‘F-Fuck- that’s it!’

You were dizzy for lack of oxygen. All you could really feel was Micaela’s pussy throbbing as it gushed slick over your mouth and Miguel’s ejaculate filling you to the brim.

It was strangely comforting. It was warm on your sore, overstimulated pussy, thick and heavy as it coated every wall it could. You felt it sliding down your thighs as he slowly rocked to a stop.

Micaela had the sense to move off your face only at the last second before you passed out. She subtly shifted her panties back over, before planting a soft peck on your ravaged lips.

‘Good girl, well done.’

You were utterly spent at this point. You were quivering, naked, hot and wet and coated in multiple fluids. Your lungs were burning from going so long without breathing.

Miguel, too, looked exhausted. His fangs had involuntarily spurted venom and it was now dribbling down his jaw, lighting coating your already messy thighs. Micaela’s turned and snorted at him.

‘Wow. Really? Are you serious?’

He shot her a disdainful glare as he wiped his mouth.

‘You weren’t worried about cumming in her? At all? Aren’t you supposed to be all paranoid about unforeseen consequences?’ she teased.

‘I’ll get it fixed’ he grunted. As you shakily shifted onto your elbows Miguel pulled up his boxers and phased on his suit, fully covering his face. He paused only to lightly pet your head before leaving.

‘Come by and show me your code when you’re decent’ he snapped at Micaela. She smirked to herself.

Without another word to either of you he left, but you could faintly hear him on the other side of the door before he shut it, whispering into his watch.

‘Lyla? Can you, um- can you, move my secretary’s desk into my office? Yes, put it across from mine. Good.’

With Miguel gone you collapsed back onto the floor. Micaela continued to sit with you, her legs crossed and her clawed hand gently soothing your head as she stroked it.

‘He’s going to want to fuck you again’ she purred softly. You let out a low moan.

‘You want him to, don’t you? You want him to bend you over the desk?’

You coyly nodded, much to her amusement.

‘I’ll let you fuck him again’ she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. You watched as she leant back against the wall with one hand behind her head. ‘But, you’re not allowed to cum for him. Make him work for it, but don’t ever give in. And—’

She paused mid-sentence to chuck something at you. When you lifted it to your face, you realized it was a dimensional hopping watch.

‘You come visit me. Then you’ll be permitted to cum, but only then. Only for me.’

‘Y-yes, ma’am’ you stammered. She let out another deep laugh.

‘Oh, nena. You’re such a good girl.’

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #smut #smut fanfiction #+18 #femme miguel #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #micaela o'hara

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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like real people do (anthony lockwood x reader)

a/n: anthony bloody lockwood is hozier coded you cannot convince me otherwise!! i considered making this a locklyle fic, but i wasn't too sure. let me know if you guys want me to write a locklyle version lol. this is shorter than my usual, but i was listening to hozier and got inspired lmao

warnings: mentions of panic attacks gn reader

In the darkness, you can feel his fingers wrapped around yours and the faint pulse beating within them, steady and assuring. His hand is warm, and the knowledge that he is simply next to you, holding your hand so tenderly, is enough to soothe the horrible beating of your heart and the tightness of your throat.

He doesn't need to say anything. He's never needed to, for he understands the tornado that tore through your mind and stole the air from your lungs. Many nights have been spent in the reverse of this, with you holding him as he gasps and cries. It's a horrible situation to be in for both of you, but you've adapted. What else could you do?

So, as he so gently brushes the hair from your face, you breathe in the familiar scent of too-bitter tea as if it is the very thing keeping you alive.

"You're safe," he murmurs. "I'm here."

He is. He always has been. Ever since you met, he's been there, pulling you from the bad memories that have always clung to you. He's the reason why the nightmares are less frequent now, why you feel safe enough to sleep at night. But never once has he pushed to know what causes it all. And neither have you.

It's astounding how little you can know about a person, and how little they know about you, and yet still be their biggest source of solace.

Anthony Lockwood has been that for you for years, now. Ever since you moved to London, running from a past you feared you'd never escape, he has kept you safe, has comforted you whenever you've needed it without a single question. He's let you keep your secrets, and you've let him keep his, but you're both always there, waiting with a net to catch the broken pieces, and glue to put them back together.

You had never expected to find such a person in London. In all honesty, you came here only to run and hide, but you found him in the process, led by some string of fate. Everything you did in your first few days here led you to him as if some part of your subconscious knew he was waiting for someone to catch, someone to fall on.

Gently, he guides your head to his chest, where you let it rest as you listen to his heartbeat. With each strong pulse, you breathe in the scent of him and the promise of recuperation.

Wordlessly, his free hand rubs your back softly, and you find it easier to breathe now. It's as if with each brush of his hand, he reopens a part of your lungs.

"How are you feeling?" he asks quietly.

Your throat hurts and your voice is weak, but you say, "Better."

Not good. Not even okay. Just better. The world doesn't feel as though it is crashing on top of you now, nor does it feel like your lungs are being squeezed of every last vestigial of air they hold. You feel a little lighter, but your throat aches. Your chest hurts. Your skin feels strange and like it's not even yours. But you're better than before. It's an improvement.

He presses a gentle kiss on the back of your head. "Want some tea?"

"It's three in the morning."

"It's never stopped us before."

You can practically hear his smile. "Okay."

You're grateful that he brings you with him, that he doesn't leave you alone in the dark. No, he takes your hand so delicately as if he's worried it'll crumble if he holds it too hard, and he leads you quietly from the floor of the library down, down, down, to the kitchen.

He doesn't turn on the light, instead opting to open the fridge door and use that for light. Every so often, he shuts it and reopens it to prevent the little warning alarm inside from going off, but you appreciate it nonetheless. The big light would be far too blinding and disorientating. In no time, he's made both of you a cup of tea and sets the steaming mugs down atop the cluttered thinking cloth. Now, he shuts the fridge and opens the blinds.

It's summer, and although it's still the early hours of the morning, the sky is no longer an all-consuming inky black, but rather a dark navy that you know will get lighter. Pathetic fallacy, if you've ever seen it.

As Lockwood sips his tea, one of his hands always stays wrapped around yours as a reminder. He's here. You're not alone. Breathe. He's here.

There is no person you could ever be more grateful for than him. Throughout it all - the fall-outs you've had, the worst of your breakdowns, the worst of his - he has never left your side. He has always taken your hand in his and led you from the endless dark and into the slowly-rising sun.

You may not have been looking for him when you moved, but you'll always be glad that you found him.

And, so, as he kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your smile slowly returns. You're not perfect, nor is he, and your pasts have left you with more than you can handle, but he is slowly guiding you away from it all, as you are him. Like real people do.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

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thatgirlwithasquid · 4 months

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I got tagged by @hg-deranged-edition (ty <3)

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

41 on AO3, but I think I have another 2 one-shots on Tumblr that I never got round to cross-posting

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

253,123 which... wow ok neat

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot lmao. I organised my google drive a few months back and I have a lot of folders now hahaha. A quick count says I've started something for 24 fandoms, good lord.

The ones I've actually posted for are Stranger Things, Harry Potter, Andi Mack, Detroit: Become Human, Arcane, Encanto, The Host, and Little Nightmares

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Playing Pretend : 2,204 kudos

Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility : 694 kudos

Thirium Pooling in His Chest (Bleeding Different, Feeling the Same) : 511 kudos

Communication and Cuddles : 440 kudos

Not Quite Less Than Romantic : 396 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to make a point to respond to every comment, but I fell out of the habit. It's something I really want to get back into doing, because I really appreciate receiving them <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either I've Been There For A While or Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility (I got a fair few distraught comments on the latter lol)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Playing Pretend, probably. That one's just a lot of cutesy friends to lovers that I wrote in a state of sheer obsession when Encanto first came out. Or maybe To Cherish and be Cherished which is just 400 ish words of fluff

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

I've been lucky enough that people engaging with my writing have been overall really kind. I have had like 2 slightly rude comments, but I don't think that was intentional :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have! It was a challenge cause my ace brain doesn't like working that way, but I wrote a voyeurism/exhibitionism Jonathan x Jason fic. I actually feel quite happy with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't posted any, but I do have an abandoned wip in my drafts, if that counts?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone wanted to translate my stuff I'd be perfectly happy with that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I am open to the idea of that. If anyone wants to co-write a fic feel free to reach out :)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Cunningway!! At this point I think everyone knows lmao. I feel like I bring them up a lot, even though I am trying to not be obnoxious about them. I just love them a lot!

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uh, is saying 'all of them' cheating? There are so many wips in my google drive that, realistically, I'm never going to go back to. But if I had to pick one... maybe the this untitled Thomally fic I was writing?

16. What are your writing strengths?

lmao fuck if I know. Coming up with ideas, maybe? Everything else is a bit of a struggle.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sustaining my ability to focus. I also feel like I struggle with balancing speech and description.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Idk. I've done it before in Playing Pretend to match how the characters speak in the film, but I can only speak English so... I gave it a go? I don't mind reading dialogue in other languages in fic, if I need I just have google translate open to understand what's being said.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Depends how we're looking at it. Technically WWE when I was like 7 but idk if I'd count that. The first time I wrote fanfic and was aware that was what it was would've been Andi Mack, but the first fandom I wrote for on AO3 was Little Nightmares.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I feel like I'm most content with the writing in Thirium Pooling in His Chest (Bleeding Different, Feeling the Same) but I am probably proudest in myself for Ceramic Hearts because that fic was a real labour of love.

tagging: @half-oz-eddie @brightside-of-the-upsidedown @bigdumbbambieyes (no pressure!! hope you guys don't mind being tagged. I was really blanking on this aha)

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brainrot-the-frog · 3 years

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Arguments with the Hashira

《I only did *some* of the Pillars!》

《The Pillars x S/O HCs | Arguing》

《Giyuu Tomioka》

— Giyuu is not going to know how to act when you two have a genuine heated argument, if he's angry he's going to try his best to conceal his feelings which makes the situation much worse as you two continue on. He'd probably snap depending on how serious the conversation is.

— Now here's the thing, if you were the one in the right it's going to take a while for him to admit and apologize, however if you two stop talking you'll catch him staring at you like a lost puppy. He doesn't know how to convey his feelings and opinions very well but he'll sure as hell try if you two haven't talked in days.

— "I'm sorry for what I said.. I shouldn't have yelled like that..."

— Now if he was the one in the right then this is going to go very differently, he'll wait for you to apologize to him. Often giving you the cold shoulder and waiting for you to be vocal, you were the one in the wrong- he shouldn't be the first to apologize after your argument, he'll still say sorry for getting vocal though.

— "I forgive you.. I'm sorry as well."

— If you both were in the wrong he'd actually bring it up rather fast. He wants this to be resolved as quickly as possible.

— "We should move on from this.. please."

— when you two make up he's much happier, he'll hold your hand more often and give you more physical affection if need be.

《Shinobu Kocho》

— Shinobu has you wrapped around a finger, whatever insult you throw at her due to your anger, or whatever thing you have to say to the point where you're yelling, she'll reply with a refute at every given chance. She's going to try and deal with the argument calmly albeit if you anger her she's going to reply much colder, she won't really yell but she will be spiteful in a way. You can already see the veins and her twisted smile beginning to show. It gets so scary if you argue for a while. She doesn't need to shout to get her point across.

— The sisters are gonna be sad when you two argue :(

— If you were right, Shinobu wouldn't wait around for so long, she'd want to apologize when you've calmed down and she's managed her feelings and has them in check. She'd approach you with a calm demeanor and wouldn't fake up a grin, she's wearing a serious expression on her face. She'd grab your hands and kiss your knuckles, then smile at you sweetly.

— "I'm sorry for angering you Love, I was wrong for what I said.. please forgive me."

— If you're wrong she's going to mock you a little bit, but then eventually demand an apology from you. She is NOT going to wait longer than a day or two, it'd irritate her to no end if you didn't apologize for longer than that. You'd have to muster up a damn good apology and give her an immense amount of affection to ease her mood. When you do she's all smiles and laughter and immediately goes back to teasing you.

— "Fine! I forgive you.. couldn't stay away could you?"

— If the two of you are both in the wrong she's going to turn the argument into a joke and call you as well as herself out on it. Would probably resort to teasing you and kissing you to change the atmosphere. Commence smooth talking and her beginning to flirt with you.

— "We're both wrong silly, lets move on please. I love you~"

《Kyojurou Rengoku》

— I mean– Kyojurou yells regardless? He'd yell at you but you can tell his tone of voice is calm, and still holds lots of enthusiasm depite the situation. Either he ends the argument himself, or you end it because you get tired of his hard-headedness. I don't think he has it in him to get genuinely mad at you, he just hopes he can get his point across without resorting to anger or snarky comments and insults. (Not like he has any of that- he's far too wholesome.)

— If you were right then he'll probably apologize on the spot, there's no doubt in my mind that Kyojurou would apologize first and without hesitance. If he's wrong then he's wrong, he isn't waiting around and will initiate a conversation with you the moment he wants to speak his feelings. He can't handle not talking to you for longer than a day.

— He'd miss you so much :(

— "I'm so sorry my Dear! I was wrong and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me! I love you so much!"

— He's saying that with such a warm smile, he takes you in a needy hug and cuddles you without even hearing your response. He just wants to be near you and have you stroke his hair.

— If you were wrong he's telling you on the spot, "YOU'RE WRONG BUT I STILL LOVE YOU–"

— He'd wait so calmly for you to apologize, you'd often catch him with his arms folded and his foot tapping the floor, he's beaming his signature smile and patiently waits for you to approach him. He looks like a golden retriever with the way he acts. If you're still upset with him and avoid him he's going to be hurt!

— "Haha! It's alright my Love! I forgave you a long time ago!"

— He's just excited to have you back, he takes you out that day, he takes you to dinner and constantly shows you off to any bystander the two of you come in contact with. He'll be locking arms with you and compliments you the entire trip.

— If you're both wrong he's going to be like Shinobu and attempt to ease the mood, he'd nod along and eventually hug you.

— "What were we even fighting for?! We're better than this!"

《Mitsuri Kanroji》

— STOP. YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE BABY CRY. I believe Mitsuri would tear up and try and talk back through her sobs, a heated argument isn't going to last long with her because you're going to be left comforting her or watching her walk out, holding herself. She'd be left in her estate, crying in her room until she had to leave. She's not even mad at you, the entire time all she wanted to do was kiss your lips and ask for you to tell her everything calmly. She actually didn't know what you were getting mad for.

— If she were to be mad she could man handle you so easily lmao

— Iguro HATES you if you make her cry, he'd try and throw hands SO quick! It'd be Mitsuri that would stop him despite the fact she's still sad. Even if the two of you aren't speaking she'd still make sure Iguro left you alone and gave you space.

— If you were right she's apologizing then and there, enveloping you in a tight warm hug as she cries on your chest. She wouldn't let go until you accept her apology and hug her back. If you don't accept her apology she's going to get so sad and walk out. If you do then she's kissing you for a good minute or two, she was so scared!

— "I'm so sorry for what I did! I won't do it again I promise!"

— Immediately wants to have a nap with you and cuddle! She's just so happy she can be in your arms again, expect her to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pepper your neck with kisses.

— If you were wrong she's going to tell you and explain to you as eloquently as possible, no doubt she'd probably stutter once or twice but it's the effort that matters most! Again, I can't imagine her being extremely angry, she just wants this nightmare to end. She'd be impatient for an apology, constantly waiting for you to go up to her and just say sorry.

— "It's okay! I'll love you no matter what! You just get upset sometimes and that's okay."

— You'd probably be the one to realize if you're both wrong, she's quick to apologize but would deeply appreciate if the two of you discussed and settled your differences.

— "I'm so glad we made up! It felt like a fever dream!"

《Muichiro Tokito》

— Starting an argument with Muichiro is not going to work out in your favor, Muichiro can barely remember what bird just flew by, he's definitely not going to be very good at focusing on what you're saying when his head is too busy in the clouds. However if you do manage to get him to focus he's going to be anything but happy. He's actually rather serious and cold in response if you're shouting at him. He wouldn't exactly shout but he would curse a bit.

— If you're the one at fault, he's going to tell you right away, he's forward with what he says and how he says it, you can notice the subtle fumes of rage in his tone of voice. He doesn't really care for an apology, he just wants you to acknowledge what you said was wrong of you and go on with his day. He sees no reason in dragging anything out so when he speaks his mind he's walking away so you can process everything.

— "You need to sort yourself out.. I know you're upset but so am I."

— Now if he was the one at fault, you'd have to tell him and explain to him why that is. And when he realizes, he's not really apologizing but more so promising you that he'll never say or do the thing that upset you in the first place. He IS sorry though but expresses himself differently. He's trying.

— "I realize what I said was insensitive... I promise I won't speak that way again.."

— If you're both in the wrong you'd be the one to tell him that, it's not as if he thinks he's always right, he just disagrees with some things which sometimes can't be helped. He means well but can't show it half the time.

— "Let's not fight anymore okay?"

《Tengen Uzui, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru》

— It's not everyday you have an argument that reaches everybody, it would be so tense you'd catch yourself holding in the air within your lungs, scared at the idea of exhaling being your downfall. Tengen never wants to raise his voice at you, but sometimes even his emotions get the better of him and he can't help it. He cares so much about you but arguments tend to leave everything messy.

— Suma is tearing up when the argument starts, she holds onto you and whispers softly in your ear, begging you to calm down and not yell. Telling you that everyone was getting upset. She didn't want a bigger fight to start, she just wanted everyone to get along.

— Hinatsuru treats this argument as something that will eventually pass, she is so confident that this argument will be settled within the week. However this doesn't stop her from trying to calm you and everyone else down, she's the calmest one in the situation and would rather speak about your problems without the use of shouting or getting angry.

— Makio on the other hand, wants to hit you so bad for even starting an argument, this indeed worsens the matter terribly, Hinatsuru and Suma would hold Makio back so she didn't attack you. She loves you deeply, but this behaviour could wreck your relationship and that leaves her so scared. And the fact she was having those thoughts didn't sit right with her, more than ever she really just wants to hold you securely and fix this with a kiss.

— If you're the one in the wrong- welp, they are going to tell you without a moment of hesitation. You can't get away either as they'd sit you down until you apologize and tell them what's wrong without having to start fights.

— Makio is gonna slap you but make up for it later

— "It's alright my girl- it happens to the best of us." Tengen rubs circles on your hands. Happy to have resolved the issue.

— Hinatsuru kisses your cheek and rubs your back, she's so proud of you for admitting your fault and being clear with everybody. "You're doing so well Baby, I'm so proud of you."

— Suma gets so soft, she'll give you lots of affection and will hug you for a while. She's glad you and Makio didn't harm one another and just wants to bask in the comfort of your embrace.

— "Well- I'm sorry too.. I was just upset.." Makio turns away for a moment before she reaches her hand out and holds yours. She admits to being quite brash about the whole thing, she cares but has a different way of showing it is all! They all want to kiss you so bad.

— Now, if you were the one in the right, they're going to make up for it in a flash. Starting with Suma who gets teary eyed whilst bowing in shame, she's holding onto the hem of Tengen's clothes for a sense of comfort. Tengen is bowing also, with flowers in his hand.

— Hinatsuru is lowkey holding down Makio so she's bowing as well, however in her free hand Hinatsuru has a plate of your favorite treat "Please forgive us for not listening to everything you had to say, we're sorry."

— Makio brought nothing lmao- in the end though she goes out of her way to buy you a new blade. "I'm sorry for hitting you..."

— When you're ALL in the wrong Tengen is the one to bring up how lame it is you're all fighting in the first place.

— "My girls.. this isn't FLAMBOYANT! We have to get over this!"

— When you all settle your differences you have a night out eating dinner and having fun in each others company. You're at peace..

— They're probably gonna bed you when you get home

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