#orbs spin fast. hah.

[sparring-spirals]

okay. i mean this with the utmost affection. but. while imogen and laudna telling each other "im you're anchor. you're my tether" as reassurance about going "dark" or giving into the lure of power is very meaningful and important. it also kind of struck me like. hey wait one of you anchoring the other. fine. possibly-functional. but doesnt BOTH of you tethering to each other risk creation of a spinning centrifugal blur whirling down the road to power.

and like yes yes this isnt an original thought and the proper terminology for this is probably like "dual corruption arc" or in CR "i broke the world for you" yes but. i wanted to share the specific imagery my brain provided for this train of thought, which is roughly:

like. thanks. brain. i guess.

bonus thought that popped up when drawing this:

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock. 

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic. 

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried. 

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either. 

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks. 

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to. 

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face. 

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his— 

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress. 

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively. 

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth. 

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth. 

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you. 

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. 

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly. 

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now. 

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch. 

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow. 

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you. 

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him. 

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently. 

[itoshit]

It's probably confusing you- the whole Senju's situation but I got you ehe

My whole body was in pain but I could feel the softness of the thing I was laying on. A cold feeling on my forehead, I opened my eyes slowly. Groaning at the light, I could sense some movement by my side.

'You're awake? Good. Don't move too much, I've bandaged your body. Luckily for you I got you in time'

Trying to straighten up I hissed at the pain, but looking at the room I noticed I was in a bed, the window giving an incredible view of Osaka.

'Senju... right? You have the same family name than one of my-'

'He's my brother. That's why'

'Hah?? Takeomi is your brother?'

Giggling at my question Senju nodded.

'Yup.  But we're not talking to each other anymore so... yeah'

'Hm. How long have I been out?'

'A day'

'Shit! I need to go, where's my phone??'

'Broken due to the fall. Listen Manjiro I don't think that leaving now-'

'Don't tell me shit. I'm Bonten's leader. Fuck where's even my gun?'

'Here'

And then I froze. Vee. Fuck you probably thought that I was dead! And I was supposed to call Sanzu too. That was bad. Very very bad.

I didn't know their numbers I couldn't even call them.

'I'm leaving, come with me if you want. I need to ask you questions anyway'

'No you don't understand, Dante and his men are looking everywhere for you Manjiro. You need to stay here for a bit'

'Look Senju. I need to come back to someone. I need to check on some important stuff too.'

'Then I could do it for you, no needs to go out'

Scoffing at her proposal I ranked my eyes over her body, from her feet to her head. They saw her too with her long brown hair and black eyes. Of course they would recognise her.

'And what are you gonna do hm? They saw you with- eh??'

Brown hair disappearing in profit of white (-we don't know her hair colour for sure but yeah-) and black orbs showing bright eyes, Senju smiled to me.

'Good like that right?'

'Fuck. You're hot'

'You're not bad yourself'

Seeing her winking at him I grinned, but frowned as soon as I remembered Vee.

What the fuck am I doing?

'Anyway could you pick someone up ?'

Approaching me she pushed my shoulder to lay me down again a smile on her face.

'Of course 'Jiro'

Jiro..?

Giving her the address of our hotel and the room number, I recorded myself on Senju's phone asking you to follow her.

You wouldn't trust her without that.

'That's a girl?'

'Yeah. Bring her as soon as possible okay?'

'Your wish is my command'

Waving at me she left the room and locked the door. Seemed like we were in a hotel too.

Drifting my eyes to the view, I just hoped you were fine.

-Mikey

I love Senju but- Mikey needs girls drama alright?

oh. oh. okay mikey :).

I hadn’t slept that entire night. Every time I tried, I tossed and turned right onto Mikey’s side, inhaled his scent and shot right back up again. It was a price I paid for in the morning with bloodshot eyes and a small assortment of bags right under them to boot.

Funny. I was so worried about Mikey I started to look like him.

I was also so worried I couldn’t eat, politely declining room service’s call when they offered to bring their latest breakfast special straight up to the suite. All I could do is think about what I’d say to Sanzu. Though I didn’t want to say it aloud, it was safe to assume Mikey was dead. How would I explain to the second in command that technically he was the unspoken leader of Bonten since yesterday because the original never came back? I couldn’t—not without getting a bullet in my skull for it.

Now because I had burnt my bridge with Sanzu, I was locked in this suite forever, or at-least until the last day Mikey paid for it was finished. Then, I’d be thrown out into the streets, where the Yamaguchi-yumi would be waiting to pick me off. I curse myself for being so optimistic. It was my hope that Mikey was alive that drove me to lie, and now I didn’t even have hope. I was finished.

Or so I thought. There’s a knock at the door, loud and resounding. Three fast raps and then nothing, like they wouldn’t be bothered to do it again. These rooms had no keyholes; you’d have to open it and see who was on the other side, whether friend or foe. Currently I didn’t have a lot of friends, but many foes so I was feeling apprehensive.

Leaning my ear to the door, I tried to figure out if I could deduce whether the person was friendly or not by voice.

Hello? A light voice, airy. Is anyone there? Did Jiro send me to the wrong room?

Jiro? As in Manjiro?

I fling the door open. Where’s Mikey?

So someone is in here. You must be Vee. The beautiful woman says as she steps into the room, looking around it.

Venus, I correct, crossing my arms. Who the fuck was this? Where’s Mikey?

She hands me her phone without a word and I grab it, eyes locked onto the video playing. It’s Mikey. Relief runs through me. He’s okay… but not really. He’s covered in bandages and bruises, instructing me to go with this woman. That she’ll bring me to him. I return the phone to her once it ends.

You’ll need to pack some stuff for a few days. We might be camping out for a while. Oh, and bring some of Mikey’s things too, she says, waving her hand around haphazardly.

…We? Just who on Earth is this woman? I’ve never heard Mikey talk about her. And she clearly wasn’t a Bonten member since Mikey was very specific about coming to Osaka alone. Nevertheless, I do as she says, too eager to see Mikey in the flesh again. I’d been worried sick about him, and think I would be forever unless I saw him in the flesh.

The car ride doesn’t offer much conversation other than me interrogating her and her giving me one word answers. What’s your name? Senju. What happened? Shit happened. How do you know Mikey? He’s well known.

By the time we arrive at the destination I’m not sure whether I’m grateful for her or whether I want to punch her in the throat. Toting a bag full of Mikey and I’s things we walk into a hotel as lavish as the one we’d just come out of. I’m dancing on the balls of my feet by the time we reach the room. When she opens the door I practically dash in, eyes roving the place madly until they land on him.

Mikey.

Vee, he says, and tries to get up.

I go to meet him halfway, but Senju’s faster, pushing him back by the shoulders.

I told you to rest, Jiro, she says sternly, and I watch him slowly lower himself to the mattress like a scene in a movie and get déjà vu. They look exactly like we did… last night.

Oh. Oh.

My smile gets tight, pulling taut at my cheeks.

Sanzu called for you, I tell him, voice sickly sweet. You should probably get back to him.

My phone broke.

I stalk up to him, eyes and body burning with an emotion not even I can decipher. The smile never leaves my face, not even as I pull his hand out and place the phone in his hands with a loud slap. It’s barely enough to hurt, but I can’t help but wish that a few of his fingers broke during the exchange. Then use mine.

And with that, I spin on my heels and out of the room, fuming.