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[what-grass]

👀 😆 abxinskznnakankcbsnkxnx

✨💫⭐First time⭐💫✨

Sensual intimacy☀️

Suggestive (but not explicit) content - minors should skip this one

The red flush on Hikaru's face has never burned brighter. He's visibly sweating and his bright amber eyes seem to tremble with nerves, an obvius gulp sliding down his throat. Despite that, he dons a brave smile on his face and his hands reach out for you reassuringly, a subtle nod confirming, "Sorry for being so nervous. I've just... been looking forward to this a lot." His kisses are slow and careful, affection spilling through with each one while his hands explore you.

He looks almost anguished when he tells you, "Let me... Please let me do it," as if he'll be in pain if you don't let him take his time with you. "I want to make you feel good, so talk to me, okay? Tell me all the things I do right," he encourages, nearly groaning against your skin. He's engraving your body into his mind, making sure to remember every little detail, and his lips constantly press to you. Hushed whispers of praise leave him so quietly you can't quite make out what he's saying, but the reverent touches ensure you know exactly how he feels.

It's an incredibly slow and devoted first time, dedicated almost entirely to you unless you reign Hikaru in a little and return his adoration. It absolutely ends with him burying his face in your hair, panting heavily and half praising you, half apologising for how needy he is with you. It just feels so right to be with you like this, can't you stay entwined forever? He stays like that for a long while before finally slipping away, limbs somewhat uncoordinated as he brings you both tissues to wipe down, water to rehydrate and underwear to put on. It's important to him that you're taken care of so you can rest well for the remainder of the night.

The idea of nervousness crosses Shuu's mind briefly, but there's no way he gives into it. He's planned for this. He goes out of his way to set a romantic and tender scene, soft lights strewn about, chocolates to sweeten the taste, a meticulous routine to make himself prim and proper for you. You almost think he's planned an extra romantic date in the bedroom, if not for the way his eyes are just a few degrees too heated and his hands just a smidge more restless than usual. "You're okay with this, yes?" he asks, "Use your words please, I want to hear it. That you want me like I want you."

He's passionate, kisses quickly growing deeper and hungrier, your mouth quickly becoming his favourite treat. Atleast until he starts tasting the rest of your skin, your jaw, neck, shoulders, even sneaking in a few romantic kisses to your hands. He finds himself in trouble when he keeps finding new favourite places to kiss and caress you. He gets lost in the adoration, sighing breathily when you nag him to stop teasing, "Not yet, please. Let me spoil you longer." Keeps his mouth and hands busy, though gets short-circuited if you tug on his hair or guide him where you need him. Somehow, despite being an active dancer and vocalist, still loses all the air in his lungs and gets incredibly breathy and gaspy when you're entirely undressed. Gentle praise still spills from his lips desperately, insistent on letting you know how good you make him feel even if he's running out of breath.

Pants obscenely heavily once it's over, tenderly caressing up your body until he can hold your face so he can press loving kisses all over your face. The raspiest his voice ever gets, vocal chords slightly tired from the stream of praise and adoration, but it's still so warm and affectionate when he reminds you, yet again, that he loves you. He is quick to get some towels and tissues to clean you up though, handing you water before he cleans himself up too. The night ends with the leftover choco from before and a tight embrace, Shuu's brain buzzing happily at your closeness, but before he falls asleep he does tease you about doing even better next time.

Finn has planned this, somewhat. He thinks about it often enough that he's prepared himself mentally as well as stocked up protection in his drawers, but when you actually approach him with intent he falters. He's flushed red, smile wobbly, green eyes barely able to gaze at you longer than a second, "Did you know chocolate used to be seen as an aphrodisiac?" His usual elegance has faded into something almost awkward as he handles the dessert delicately, "Though nothing in it has any actual affect like that, it just makes people happy. Like you make me, happy, that is."

He's incredibly slow and careful, eyebrows knitting together in a plea, a relieved groan escoing his throat when you're finally kissing him. The silent permission is enough to make him guide your arms around his waist and to kiss you deeply, but not enough for him to go further. His fingers tug at the hem of your shirt and he sounds almost strangled when he begs you, "Please. I want you so badly, please." He nearly hiccups in relief when you show your wants too, his eager hands stripping you both as fast as he can. He needs your skin against his, to feel your heart beat against his chest, to lay his lips to every inch of your face. Loses the ability to form coherent sentances quickly, his flushed body too busy with you to focus on speech - but he is still rather vocal and melodic.

Buries his nose in the crook of your neck afterwards, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead and neck, inhaling deeply. Normally it would be hard to notice, but when you're stuck together so close it's impossible to hide his slight trembling, a quiet sniffle making him jolt. He'll smile against your shoulder though, thanking you breathily. He's just overwhelmed with his love for you, and desperately needs you close. Will separate just long enough to do emergency clean up, but will go right back to being buried against you. He'll take care of you in the morning, he promises, but he needs you to continue holding him for now.

Rian is so exhilarated that he's actually worried for his health. His heart feels like it will run out of his ribcage, he's working up a sweat just like when he's dancing at a concert, and he definetly feels the burning of his bright red blush. But he's also so overwhelmingly happy and excited to finally do this with you, and so he can't seem to give either of you a break, just holding you close and kissing you deeply. "This is it, right?" he has to confirm with a big grin on his face, biting his lip slightly, "I want this. I want you. So can we..?"

He's always touchy, so his hands already know exactly where to press and brush against, but he can't help but marvel at your nude form, heterochromic eyes wide, "You're so perfect. So beautiful, I'm so lucky..." He wants to kiss every single part of you, from your nose, ears, cheeks, to your collarbones, ribs, stomach. But he also feels a squeeze in his chest, a shaky breath leaving his throat, "Kiss me? Feel me, okay? I'm all yours," he encourages, guiding your palms to his torso. The air fills with his grunts, gasps and groans, but he tries to hold back and not be too noisy, wanting to hear you instead. He doesn't exactly suceed when you get your mouths on each other, or when his hands give your body a good stretch.

Incredibly giggly once it's over, his eyes shining brightly as he beams at you, all warm and snuggly. Praises you for doing so well and does an entire little recap of the things he really enjoyed, mainly you and your re/actions. Holds your hands and plays with your fingers before shyly asking if he was alright nd what he can do better next time. If you even want a next time! He's just incredibly happy to have this first with you, and will cuddle you to sleep. Will apologise for the mess in the morning, although if you're both up early why not make just a bit more of a mess anyway..?

Noah actually just follows your lead. He's so happy just being by your side and cuddling, he takes any crumb of affection you give him and savours it tenderly. So when things get heated he can barely pant into your mouth, "Ah, don't-! You need to stop spoiling me like this, or I won't hold back..." But with an intense gaze, a spark ignites between you and suddenly his hands are all over you, whining into your lips quietly that "You're not close enough..!"

He melts as close as he possibly can to you, and if it were possible he'd want to just fuse with you. His touch and quiet whines reflect that, pulling you to his mouth and torso even if you cannot possibly get closer. He's almost lost in a trance of some kind, lost in the taste and feel of you, steadily growing addicted to the warmth of your nude body. He's almost greedy with how much he tastes and feels you up, but he can't help it. He is a starved man. Likewise, any caress and whispered need sent his way will have him panting and whining, head hanging low as he tries to hold back his desperation to return the favour tenfold.

You're both exausted by the end, honestly, as Noah just can't seem to really stop and refuses to take a break from you, even if he gets overstimulated. He's sweaty and panting, quiet whines and mewls creaking from his throat as his glazed eyes search yours. Atleast, until he catches his breath and calms down, then he's cuddling into you and holding you close, whispering how much he loves you and how thankful he is, his murmured thanks droning on until he falls asleep in your embace. Wakes up with a scratchy throat, but regrets absolutely nothing.

Never has Ren been quieter than this very moment. He is equal parts deeply interested in sharing this intimacy with you, but also so worried about what could go wrong or him being potentionally too pushy... So the first thing he does is sit you down and discuss everything with you at length. Anything you like, dislike, what you want to try, previous experience, he wants to know everything. It may be slightly embarassing, yes, but despite his rosy cheeks he is serious about this, about you, and so he wants this openness. Somewhere along the way of you two sharing what you're into and wish to try together, though, his heart starts to race and he leans into you. "..Like this?" he wonders, moving to try what you mentioned being intrigued by. "I think I like it too. Let me try more..."

It's definetly an exploration, this first time of yours, full of inquiry and reassurance, Ren's voice filling your ears. He's calm when he tells you you're doing well, or when asking if you're alright with everything, but he's full of grunts, groans, crumpled noises and shaky sighs when you return the favour and explore him. He hisses rather strongly when you do something he really likes, and after that exploring is over, his mind set on the single track of making you feel good. He's relentless with his body but gentle with his words and voice, his breath trembling as he watches you lose yourself to the pleasure he brings you.

Quiet and thoughtful afterwards, a smile playing tiredly at his lips as he kisses over your skin, making his way up to your lips. He already has everything you could need, soft towels, clean sheets, extra pillows, water, snacks, spare underwear and pajamas... So he takes care of you, making sure you're well before cleaning himself up as well and resting against you with happy sigh. He's not perfectly satisfied yet, he tells you, he wants to improve and be even closer to you next time, but he loved this. He loves you. And so, he invites you to rest in his embrace and let him dream of you.

[what-grass]

(Jin affinity 10 slight spoilers)

Lmaoooo 1 month+ later and I FINALLY get Jin some medicine 😭 😂

Sorry Jin! 🙏

[what-grass]

pda privation ft. jamil viper

you dodge jamil’s kiss one time and he takes it personally :(

tags/warnings: jamil x reader (romantic), gn!reader, reader is yuu, slightly suggestive but sfw, 5+1 trope (inspired by rel124c41’s amazing jade fic), plus like 10 other tropes, you get a fever and act probably OOC, jamil masks up (DNI if you’re an antimasker), unserious hurt/comfort, not proof-read because i don't have the patience for that (i'll probably make little edits periodically)

a/n: this fic was born from this request :D super cute concept and on-brand for our wife jamil! i didn’t know how to end it so i just made it... uhhhh… i kinda made myself uncomfortable with how much y’all are making out

DO NOT FEED THIS TO AI.

word count: 3k

dividers by @/firefly-graphics!

Jamil Viper is gorgeous. Jamil Viper is smart. Jamil Viper is understanding, diligent, talented, hot, ambitious, adorable, sweet, endearing… Every possible good thing under the sun, Jamil is.

But best of all, Jamil Viper is yours.

How you managed to pull the pinnacle of wife boyfriend material is beyond you. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. That’s all that matters. End of story!

Except, there is one downside to dating Jamil, because he still is him after all, vice-housewarden of Scarabia and main servant to Kalim Al-Asim. Which unfortunately means that “free time” is a concept completely foreign to your beloved boyfriend.

Though you two spend as much time together as possible, you hardly ever have time alone with him. And with Jamil being PDA-averse, that means Jamil-kisses are rare, which is tragic considering how both of you are so heinously touch-starved.

But it’s okay! Because that means that Jamil-kisses are guaranteed whenever you two are alone. And boy, do you take advantage of that fact.

The second you’re alone, you’re all over each other, instantly, without fail. It’s almost embarrassing how whipped you are for him, but he’s so worth it. You steal him away to empty rooms and closets between classes, you convince Coach Vargas to let him skip on PE, you lie about needing his assistance when Kalim might actually need his help. It’s all fair game.

Right now, Scarabia is having yet another party, but that’s none of your business; you’re not there. You’re in Jamil’s room, with Jamil, making out with Jamil. The second you’d pulled him past the threshold and locked the door behind you, you’d snapped together like a pair of magnets. Lips and hands all over each other, Jamil wouldn’t be caught dead like this in public.

After who-knows-how-long of you two sucking face, Jamil speaks up again. “We should get back to the party,” he pants as you nurse on the soft skin by his throat, “Kalim and Grim probably need us.”

“Hmm,” you hum, kissing his jaw, then his cheek chastely before slowly pulling away. “Okay,” you whisper, gently fixing his hair and clothes as he does the same for you.

“Done?” you ask. “Do I look presentable?”

“Almost,” Jamil replies, breathy. He wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, making you grin. And when you look into his eyes, all you see is love. “You’re good now.”

And then he leans in to kiss you one more time.

“Whoa there,” you laugh, dodging his lips. “You had your chance earlier.”

Jamil pouts. “I’m your boyfriend.”

“Yes, and a good boyfriend wouldn’t mess up my appearance right after it’s been fixed,” you counter.

“So I matter less than your appearance now?”

“Yes,” you joke. “Come on, let’s go back.”

Jamil sulks the rest of the night.

You didn’t expect him to take your little joke so personally. But the next time you pull him aside, Jamil acts… strange.

“Did you need something, Prefect?” he demands instead of wordlessly kissing you like he should.

“Uh, yeah?” you stammer, perplexed.

“Please make it quick. I have a lot on my plate right now.”

You’re not gonna just grab him and kiss him; he doesn’t seem in the mood. That would be weird. So you just stare, jaw dropped, dumbfounded.

His face betrays nothing. Jamil is completely apathetic.

“If you don’t need anything, I’ll be returning to my duties,” he continues. “See you around, Prefect.”

Your mouth stays agape as you watch him leave the room. He doesn’t even look back.

What just happened?

The second time it happens is equally perplexing.

Kalim is throwing yet another party at the oasis over the weekend, so of course, you have to come as moral support for poor Jamil.

About half an hour into the celebration, Grim, being Grim, decides to say, “There’s less water than last time!” And of course, Kalim, being Kalim, takes that as his cue to Oasis Maker all over the place.

So Grim is soggy, Kalim is sopping, all his dormmates are well misted, you’re soaked, and Jamil is drenched. You towel Grim off, Jamil does the same for Kalim, and then it’s Jamil’s turn.

You grab a fresh towel from the basket and make your way towards your boyfriend, ready to pat him dry. But just as you’re about to make contact, Jamil ducks out of your reach to pick his bangle off the ground. (When did he even drop it?)

You try again. He slips out of your reach, rushing to stop Kalim from crashing into a tree during a game of Marco Polo.

When you finally catch up to him, he snags the towel from your hands before you can dry him yourself. “Thank you,” he says, “you should dry yourself as well.”

You nod, dumbly, blankly, wordlessly in shock. And then you drift back to the basket to grab yourself a towel.

Everything after that is a blur. You don’t remember what you did for the rest of the party, nor do you remember how long you were there. Now, as Grim fills the silence with endless rambling during your trek back to Ramshackle, you replay that moment over and over again in your head. Halfway there, it dawns on you.

“Hold on a sec, Grim,” you say, stopping to pull out your phone.

“Make it quick, Henchman!” he whines. “I’m craving some tuna to wash down all that fruit!”

“Yeah, just hold on,” you respond mindlessly, drafting a text to your boyfriend.

is this punishment for not letting you kiss me that one time?

you send.

You prepare to put away your phone as Jamil usually takes a while to reply to your messages. But he texts back immediately:

I have no idea what you mean. 

He clearly does have an idea what you mean. And you’ll take that as a yes.

Your new mission: Get Jamil’s resolve to crack.

After every Basketball Club meeting, Jamil lingers a bit longer than the other members for some solo practice. Such opportunities being few and far between, it’s nice that he has some time to himself.

Because of said solo practice, Jamil is generally the last one in the locker room, which is also nice. When your schedules line up, you usually swing by to squeeze in some extra time together.

Today, you would normally be busy at this time, and Jamil is fully aware of this. But you finished your tasks early just so you could give him a surprise visit. Emphasis on surprise.

As Jamil’s back is turned, busy opening his locker, you sneak up on him. You’re the epitome of stealth: you glide in on your tiptoes, you hold your breath. Not even a beastman’s ears could detect you coming. And once you’re within striking distance, you wrap your arms around him. He flinches.

“Hi, Jamil,” you coo sweetly, and he promptly melts in your arms. “I’ve missed you.”

For a second, you think that he might give in, but he tenses after a moment and slowly peels your arms off his torso.

“You saw me this morning,” he retorts, turning to face you. Arms crossed, brow raised, Jamil is serious about this little grudge.

Luckily, you’re equally serious about dispelling it. You drape your arms around his neck. “And?” you croon.

Jamil stares at your lips, then brings his gaze back up to your eyes. “And I’m sweaty,” he answers, twisting smoothly out of your hold. “I’m sure you find me very gross right now. We don’t want me ‘messing up your appearance’ now, do we?”

“I knew it!” you squawk. “You are still stuck on that!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jamil replies apathetically, returning to his locker. “You just look so presentable right now, I couldn’t bear to ruin it with my sweaty self.”

This little snake!

“Jamiiiil!” you whine. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. Please, I really miss you.”

You continue to pelt him with profuse apologies as he changes clothes, responding with half-hearted “uh-huh”s and “sure”s, and then some more until he’s finished changing.

“Right. I’ll see you tonight then,” he tells you flatly, as if you hadn’t been groveling at his feet for the past five minutes straight.

You pout. “...see you tonight.”

And then Jamil swings his gym bag over his shoulder, and marches straight out of the locker room without you.

Mission: Failed.

Surprisingly, Jamil is the one to approach you this time.

“You have something on your face, Prefect,” he tells you.

“Hmm?” you question, wiping your face. “Is it still there?”

“Yes.”

You brush again. “Where?”

“On your cheek,” he replies, pointing at it, not touching you.

You swipe the back of your hand across your cheek. “Still there?”

“Still there.”

Scrub.

“Still there.”

You sigh. “Can you please just get it for me?”

“I’m in a rush right now, Prefect,” Jamil declines, leisurely walking away. “Check yourself in the mirror.”

When you do check, it’s one tiny speck of glitter.

Jamil Viper is every good thing under the sun, sure. But Jamil Viper is also awful. Jamil Viper is prideful. Jamil Viper is petty, stubborn, annoying, cruel, a total pain in the ass.

And he’s supposed to be your boyfriend!

To be fair, you wouldn’t kiss yourself in this state either, ‘this state’ being a frog. But still, Jamil’s being so un-boyfriendly right now!

Ace had badly botched a potion during class, and then upon discovering that he’d accidentally made an illegal transformation potion (“It was an accident!”), he’d decided that it would be a good idea to sneak it into your smoothie when you weren’t looking. Totally cliché, the quickest reversal is ‘true love’s kiss’, so naturally, Ace literally threw you at Jamil and cackled, “Have fun, Prefect!”

So here you are, sitting in Jamil’s lovely palms, staring at him with your beady little eyes.

“I’m not kissing you,” Jamil states plainly.

‘I know,’ you’d say if you could. If he refuses to kiss you as a regular, non-slimy human being, there’s no way he’d kiss you as a weird little frog.

That’s understandable, fine by you. But it’s no reason to treat you like this!

“It’s been a while since I’ve cooked frog legs,” Jamil teases, smirking. “It’s nice that the ingredients came to me instead.”

Sevens, you hope he’s joking.

While in class, one pesky fly decides to terrorize your boyfriend. So, like the exemplary frog that you are, you dart your tongue out and snap it into your mouth. When you look back at him, he’s equal parts relieved and horrified, eyes bulging.

“And you expect me to kiss you with that mouth?”

You spit the fly back out. It scampers away unharmed.

“I will actually smush you,” he hisses through his teeth.

You spend the rest of the day either tucked inside the breast pocket of his blazer, or on his shoulder. Luckily and surprisingly, Jamil makes no moves to cook you or to smush you.

When it’s time for bed, he puts you on his nightstand.

“Don’t move from there,” Jamil commands.

So naturally, you ignore him and hop to his bed. He picks you up and sticks you back on the table.

“Stay.”

You spring over to him.

“Stop that.” He grabs you and plops you down on the nightstand.

You leap straight back into his hands.

“Prefect—” he rebukes, “If you don’t want to be crushed, then you’d best stay put.”

In response, you simply sprawl out in his palms, drinking in the feeling of his touch. And then you stick your tongue to his skin in a little froggy kiss, and let out a little beep, which is apparently one of the sounds that you can do.

Jamil immediately drops you on the nightstand. “I’m washing my hands,” he announces as he leaves the room.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re in Jamil’s bed, human again, and Jamil is long gone.

Being sick seriously sucks.

Somehow, you’ve caught pneumonia, and none of your friends got sick with you. It’s a good thing! You’re happy for them, that they don’t have to suffer like you do! But also, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU. (It’s probably Grim’s fault, but him being a direbeast, he’s immune to sickness. Dammit, Grim.)

You’re coughing and fever-brained in your dorm, and Grim is off doing who-knows-what. You couldn’t care less right now; you’re too busy hallucinating that the Great Seven are dancing little jigs in your room.

When they finally conga line their way out of your room, you’re left alone with your delirious thoughts. Namely, just how alone you are. Thank goodness you’re not completely alone; you have the ghosts after all, but they don’t really compare to a live person.

And you really miss Jamil.

You must’ve really hurt his feelings with your joke that one night! You need to apologize again, even though you’ve done it a thousand times already. A thousand times isn’t enough. You’ll apologize until the end of time as long as it means Jamil will forgive you.

Sorry, Jamil. I’m sorry, Jamil. I’m really sorry, Jamil!

You hack so hard it feels like your lungs will invert.

All of a sudden, your phone is in your hand, and you’re calling him.

“Prefect?” you hear distantly. 

“I’m sorry, Jamil! I’m—KHACK—I’m so so—KEUGHH—so sorry!”

“Where are you? I didn’t see you at school. Are you sick?” So many questions…

“I miss you…” you sob, then cough again. “I’m sorry!” Your vision’s all blurry now.

“It’s okay,” his voice rings out. “Where are you? Are you in your dorm?”

Cough.

“Are you in your dorm?” he repeats, slower.

“Yeah,” you rasp. You miss Jamil.

“I’ll be right there, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

“I miss you,” you cough out. “I’m sorry~!”

“It’s okay, Prefect,” he replies. “I’m gonna hang up now.”

You whimper very sadly and very loudly as he hangs up. And then you immediately pass out.

Even with the entire bottom of their face covered, this is the most beautiful person ever. An angel. The first thing you see after opening your eyes and it’s a gorgeous angel. The blurriness of the tears in your eyes really adds to the heavenly effect, too.

“So pretty,” you mumble.

The beauty looks at you with their piercing eyes and puts a hand on your forehead.

“You’re awake,” their fittingly melodic voice sings out.

“Did I die?” you manage between wheezes. “Where’s Jamil?”

“Sevens, you’re out of it,” they sigh. “I’m right here.”

“Jamil?” you parrot between coughs.

“Yes, Prefect. I’m here.”

You jolt upright, eyes promptly watering anew.

“I’m sorry, Jamil!” you cry. “I didn’t mean to—KEURK—to hurt your feelings!”

Jamil doesn’t say anything, simply rubbing your back.

You rub at your eyes. “Please don’t leave me…” you plead.

“What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere.”

“No, you’re—HAUGK—you’re gonna leave me cuz you don’t love me anymore!” you whine. “I’m sorry! I made you not love me anymore…!”

At that, Jamil grabs your face and stares right into your eyes. “Stop saying that,” he scolds. “I do love you.”

You pull his hands off your cheeks to cough away from his face. “You don’t let me kiss you,” you wail, “and you don’t even wanna touch me anymore…”

“I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously…” he grumbles. “You never tried to kiss me.”

“If I did—HRUGHK KUH—If I did, you’d get mad!” you accuse.

“I would not,” he retorts.

“...If you kissed me, I would’ve folded instantly,” he continues meekly. You stare at him with wide, watery eyes, and he averts his gaze. “I wish you would’ve kissed me earlier, so that I could stop pretending like I don’t want you to.”

You have nothing to say to that. (You do softly cough, though.) But gently, you take hold of his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles.

“I love you, Jamil,” you rasp.

He takes a shaky breath. “...I need you to get better fast. I brought medicine, soup, everything you might need,” Jamil blurts. “Fast, okay?”

“Okay~” you agree. “Are you gonna leave?”

“Not yet,” he replies. “Kalim can survive on his own for a couple of hours.”

If it means that Jamil will take care of you, maybe being sick isn’t so bad.

Turns out, the power of love, Jamil, and medicine can curb a serious sickness in four days flat. The moment you got better, you and Jamil reunited like nothing happened, or better yet, like something good happened.

“Jamil—!” you gasp between kisses. “Sevens—!”

As much as you want to tell him to calm down, you refuse to make the same mistake that you did before. Besides, you’re not complaining.

One hand in your hair and the other up your shirt, Jamil kisses you like it’s a matter of life and death. “Shhh,” he purrs, making his way down your neck, making you hum.

Though your memory of being sick is fuzzy, you don’t regret whatever you did, because Jamil is now about twice as affectionate as before. (You can only hope that you behaved with at least some composure and didn’t cough all over him.) Plus, now, he steals you away almost as much as you do him.

In fact, for this weekend, Jamil has stolen you away to his home in the Scalding Sands. And you’re currently making out in his childhood bedroom.

By the time you’re done, you’re both out of breath, your entire upper body is kiss-bruised, and you’re happy as a lark. “I love you, Jamil,” you whisper as he holds you in his arms.

Jamil gazes back down at you, lovingly. “I love you too. And I’m very grateful that you’re not saying ‘sorry’ anymore.”

“...did I say it that much?”

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Well… Am I forgiven, at least?”

Jamil simply leans in and kisses you. “Yes, I forgive you.”

[what-grass]

Tickling Jade, Floyd, Azul

(Inspired by luxthestrange)

JADE 🍄

You had always wondered how different Jade was from the average human—he was an eel merman, after all. He always seemed so composed, eerily calm, with that ever-present smile and unshakable demeanor. But today… today, you discovered something new.

"You're staring again, dear Prefect," Jade said smoothly, not even looking up from the tea he was pouring.

You blinked. "Just wondering something."

"Oh? Dare I ask?"

You leaned forward on the lounge couch in the Octavinelle dorm. "Do merfolk… get ticklish?"

His hand paused just slightly, the teacup tilting a fraction before he corrected it. "That is quite a curious question. I suppose it depends on the individual."

"Have you ever been tickled?"

He set the teapot down with a clink. "Not in recent memory."

Your grin widened. "So you don’t know if you are?"

His eyes finally met yours. Calm. Neutral. Curious. "I can’t say I’ve felt the need to explore such… frivolous things."

A dangerous glint sparked in your eyes. "Then let’s find out."

Before he could react, you launched at him across the couch. He let out a startled hum of surprise—rare from him—as you pushed him down and jabbed your fingers under his ribs. For a second, there was nothing.

Then he snorted.

It was so un-Jade-like that you paused in shock.

“Pffft—ahaha, Prefect—!” he twisted, still trying to maintain dignity but now clearly fighting it. “H-Hold on—!”

“Oh my seven,” you gasped, laughing now yourself. “You’re super ticklish!”

“You—ahah—fiend—!” Jade finally broke, squirming under your hands, his usual serene mask shattered. “This is—h-horribly undignified—!”

You didn’t let up, especially once you found the spot just under his ribs near his sides—an apparent death zone.

His laugh was breathy and slightly wheezy. “I-I yield! I yield!”

When you finally relented, Jade collapsed against the couch, panting lightly, a few strands of hair falling out of place. You’d never seen him so ruffled before.

He slowly sat up, smoothing his hair with forced calm. "I see now why Floyd chases you around with those grabby hands of his. You're...dangerous."

You gave a smug grin. “Consider it payback for all the cryptic teasing.”

His eyes narrowed playfully, a shark-like gleam returning. "Ah, but now that I know your tactics, I’ll be better prepared next time."

You blinked, and Jade’s smile widened ever so slightly.

“…You don’t happen to be ticklish yourself, do you, Prefect?”

Your grin vanished.

Oh no.

FLOYD 🤪

“Nooo~! Shrimpy’s coming at me with the grabby hands again~!” Floyd drawled, backing up with exaggerated steps and a crooked grin. His long arms flailed dramatically as he nearly tripped over the beanbag in the Lounge break room.

You grinned like a gremlin. “Come here, you oversized eel! This is for dunking me in the Octavinelle pool again!”

Floyd just cackled and darted behind a table. “Hehe~ It was funny! You made the best little splash—like bloop!”

“You think that’s funny?” you lunged.

He shrieked—not a fearful one, but that dolphin-like squeal he made when surprised and excited—and tried to jump the couch. You caught his ankle mid-jump.

Thud!

“Ahaha—wait!!”

“Oh no. No backing out now.” You crawled onto his back like a villain and immediately went for his sides. “Let’s see how you like being messed with!”

The result was instantaneous.

Floyd let out a loud, genuine bark of laughter and bucked under you like a wild animal. “HAHAHA—NOOO~! I’M GONNA BITE YOU—AAHH!!”

“Oh my god, you’re worse than Jade!” you laughed, fingers digging just under his ribs and near the curve of his waist. “You’re howling, Floyd!”

“I’M NOT!!” he squealed, trying to twist and roll, but every time he moved, your fingers found a new weak spot. “Shrimpy’s bullying meee—!! Jadeee~! Azulllll~! SOS~!”

You paused briefly. “You call for help now, but weren’t you the one who dragged me into the tank with a ‘weee~’?”

“...I regret nothing—HAHAHA STOPPP!!” He slapped the floor. “UNCLE!! UNCLE!!”

You finally sat back, laughing until your sides hurt, while Floyd lay sprawled like a winded fish, his eyes watery and his chest heaving. His face was flushed, his hair messed up, and for once—he looked normal.

Well, as normal as Floyd could ever look.

He blinked up at you with dazed, twitching eyes. “…Shrimpy’s a menace.”

You wiped your tears. “You started it.”

Floyd grinned slow and mischievous. “Now it’s on. Next time you nap, I’m dragging you into a tickle war you won’t survive~!”

You raised a brow. “That sounds like a threat.”

“It is~!” he sang, and lunged at you again.

Yeah. You were screwed.

AZUL 🐙

Azul prided himself on many things.

His intelligence. His eloquence. His business acumen. His ability to remain composed in even the most embarrassing of situations.

But you were currently threatening all of that.

“I really don’t see the purpose of this,” he huffed, adjusting his glasses with a flush creeping up his cheeks.

“Oh, I do.” You stalked closer to the couch where Azul sat, nervously straightening his vest. “You’ve been working yourself to death with Lounge paperwork. You need a break. A laugh.”

“I would prefer tea,” he tried, voice strained.

You smirked. “Too bad.”

With that, you dove onto the couch and jabbed your fingers into his side.

At first, Azul froze like someone had just splashed him with cold water.

And then—

“–HhHhf–!” He made this awkward squeak sound and slapped a hand over his mouth as if his life depended on it.

“Oh no, you are so ticklish—!”

“N-Now hold on—!” he gasped, twisting to avoid your fingers. “This is utterly undignified—!”

“That’s the point!” You wiggled your fingers against his stomach now, and Azul broke.

“Pffft—AHAH–!! N-NOOHO—!! H-Have mercy—!!”

His laugh was shrill, surprised, and very real. He kicked slightly, limbs flailing as if trying to backpedal through the couch cushions themselves.

“Is this what you do to your—AHAHA—?!” he wailed.

“I only do this to overworked octopus boys who don’t know how to relax!”

Azul’s glasses slipped halfway down his nose, his face completely red, curls bouncing with every giggle and yelp as your hands wrecked his composure. “J-JADE!! F-FLOYD—HELP—!!”

“They’re not here to save you.” You grinned.

When you finally stopped, Azul collapsed into the cushions like a damp dishrag, gasping and trying to flatten his hair and fix his vest in a desperate bid for dignity. He wouldn’t look at you, but his ears were redder than a fire coral.

“…I will be revising your Lounge privileges after this,” he mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” you said brightly.

Azul glanced at you, lips twitching into something close to a pout. “…Next time I’m stressed, just give me tea. Or a contract. Not… that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You laughed, didn’t you?”

He adjusted his glasses with a sigh, his cheeks still burning red. “…Unfortunately. Yes.”

[what-grass]

Omg this is so goood 😭 😩 ❤️ is there anywhere I can read the first part??? 😭

the piece you wrote about leona and floyd where mc leaves while things were rocky with them hurt me like a mf😃it was so well written. in my mind from now on i’m gonna imagine that crow man gave mc a proper invitation back to twisted wonderland to take over as the headmaster years later and he also alerted the two of them of mc’s arrival so they can patch things up to cope. left a big owie on my heart. i have enough tears to boil out and use as clean drinking water for centuries. mega pain type beat.

Lol, just for you I will make the sequel. Promise that there is some fluff this time. Low-key not happy with it though, please tell me your thoughts on it.

Leona

Leona pushed himself off his overcrowded desk. Ever since taking over the so called "bad lands", Leona's been swarmed with more work than he had ever liked. However it became the norm for him. To constantly drown himself in work.

He remembered when he finally graduated from the NRC. He stood tall on that stage, holding that diploma as a lifeline as he bit back tears. He had refused to cry that day. The day you left was that day everything changed for him. He couldn't deny his fate, and had he been just a little more courageous, a little more brave. You wouldn't have left.

So Leona did the only thing he could've thought to do. He worked. He worked day and night, fingers cramping from writing, days going on without his precious sleep. Crewel and Trien were so surprised by his sudden attendance to all his classes, they actually pulled him aside. Despite never uttering a single word about they knew. Everyone knew. There wasn't a person within the NRC that wasn't affected.

When he finally came home, Farena nearly collapse from the shock of Leona taking interest in the nation's politics and challenging the court. Many reforms were put underway because of him and Farena soon granted him the rights of Everdusk, the "bad lands".

However, Farena couldn't help but worry as Leona never stopped working. Drowning himself in affairs and bills and reforms. Farena had hoped that promoting Leona would do him the good of affording himself some luxuries but Leona ignored everyone and pushed them away.

It got to the point where Leona wouldn't eat or sleep for days on end, to complete his whole desk of paperwork just to put some more on his desk.

Days that he couldn't find work to do, he spent pacing around, taking long walks, or staring at a broken picture frame, tracing the tape and cracks over a lightly faded smile.

Leona rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. How long has he been in his office? He stared at the tightly bound window and through the small slivers between the panes he can tell that the sun was beginning to rise.

Another day without sleep he supposed. Leona shook his head and got back to writing. There was much to get done.

Ruggie stretched in his considerably lavish bed. Ever since Leona had promoted him to be a representative in the court and Leona's personal advisor, Ruggie's life was flipped upside down. He was initially so glad for the promotion and the ability to finally speak his people's grievances and drowned out voice. However, seeing how Leona started to lose his original luster and his drive, just seeing someone he admired so much sacrificing his all to just forget was heart wrenching.

So though Ruggie often was busy with paperwork and helping his family back home, he made time for Leona. Even going out to make sure Leona at least had something in his stomach, even if it was a cup of coffee.

The hyena knocked on Leona's office and waited until he heard a muffled, "Enter."

"Your highness," Ruggie dramatically bowed, "I bring you breakfast."

Leona threw an unamused look to his advisor and went back to writing. Ruggie sighed and looked back up, frowning disapprovingly at the stack of plates from dinner, still full and not touched.

Ruggie placed the plate of food on Leona's side desk and balanced the old food on his arm.

"Did you at least take a nap?"

Leona's tail flicked briefly.

"I was too busy adding a bill to the discrimination laws. I'll nap later."

Ruggie clicked his tongue.

"Don't fix something that isn't broken Leona."

Ruggie tilted some of the papers from the desk to peer at them.

"Most of this stuff isn't even things you should be worried about! These are from my department Leona!"

Leona growled lowly from his throat as he stopped writing.

"You're testing my patience Ruggie. Get out."

"You need to care for yourself more Leona. It's not good to constantly kick people out and drowning yourself in work. I know you don't like the twerp but Cheka's face after you kicked him out was just sad man. Even I felt bad!"

Leona glared at Ruggie briefly before continuing to work on his papers. Ruggie threw his hands up and snatched the papers the Leona was writing on.

"God, look at yourself Leona! You don't eat, you don't sleep, you don't laugh, you don't cry. You're so numb to everything now Leona that there's nothing left of you. I used to respect you. There are so many people in your life that not only respect you but praise your name. You've done so much for this nation. My people will forever revere you as the man who saved us from the fucking gutters. I swear, ever since MC left it's like she's taken everything about you with her!"

Ruggie slapped his mouth as he finished his rant. His heart thundered as Leona's eyes slitted and the pen in his hand snapped.

"Get out."

"Leona... I'm so sorry."

"GET OUT!" Leona flung the papers off his desk and stood up.

Ruggie's ears flattened against his skull as he shrunk in on himself.

He quickly retreated from the room, taking that stacks of food with him.

Leona grumbled briefly about the amount of paper he threw on the floor and kicked at the piles. He sat back down and scrubbed away the small beads of tears starting to form in his eyes. What was the point anymore? He's too tired to care. Too burned out. He cried all he could, now all he can do is just fine a way to keep himself busy.

He took a deep breath and finally decided that he should at least move to his office inside his room. That way he wouldn't pass out on the floor and listen to Cheka or Farena worrying about him again.

He plopped down on his bed, his body unconsciously moved there as he picked up the picture frame on his bedside. The photo of you, him, and Cheka was folded in half and torn so you were the only thing on frame. He reluctantly put the photo back in the frame after rubbing your face so often that it crinkled and faded.

He didn't know when he lied down, he just knew that the last thing his heavy eyes saw was your face smiling back at him. At least when he's asleep he could pretend for a while and doesn't have to deal with that heavy feeling in his chest.

Ruggie was in his office playing with his pencil when he heard a knock on his door. Ruggie looked up uninterested. He was now mopey about MC and Leona, so he opted to just ignore who ever it was. He could deal with them later. or at least that's what he thought before the door was knocked again.

Ruggie continued to pretend he wasn't there until the knocking wouldn't stop.

"OKAY! Okay dammit, just come in!"

Ruggie threw his pencil.

Ruggie opened his mouth to yell at whoever it was until all his words cinched at his throat

You aged. Your face no longer held any of its baby fat and your eyes had only grown kinder. Ruggie rubbed his eyes and looked at you again.

He slowly walked around his desk and reached out to touch you. He poked you briefly before withdrawing his hand.

"MC?"

You smiled and giggled a little at his reaction.

"Hey Ruggie." Ruggie smiled back and sighed with a large amount of relief. He immediately pulled you into a hug and breathed in deeply.

"I missed you, hell everyone did!" Ruggie then pushed them back.

"ALso what was with your disappearing act. You didn't even say goodbye you know!"

Mc giggled a little out of guilt.

"Sorry, I thought it would be easier on you guys."

"Easier!? Everyone was heartbroken!" Ruggie shook his head, now wasn't the time.

"How are you back?" Ruggie asked.

"Crowley brought me back. There was this magical surge over where I'm from and apparently it was strong enough to maintain a connection in between our worlds and I was able to cross. I finished visiting everyone else. I decided to save you guys for last. I had a feeling that I have to have a long conversation with a certain someone."

Ruggie couldn't agree more.

"So, Jack's a guard now huh?" Mc made a movement to indicate that she wanted to start walking.

Ruggie smiled and obliged.

"Yeah, I'm an advisor now too. Leona's done a lot while you were away..."

Leona shifted uncomfortably as the cold bit at his nose. He may deny it when he's awake but whenever he slept he couldn't keep the tears at bay. He felt something on his cheek wiping away his tears.

He smelled MC's scent and shook as he sighed. His entire body went from ridged to relaxed. The amount of relief and comfort from that smell did wonders for his aching heart. Something rubbed his eyes gently and he felt his bed shifted slightly.

Her scent became stronger and a few more tears ended up dropping from his eyes.

He opened them up and saw MC smiling down at him as she wiped his tears. He placed a hand over hers and closed his eyes again as he sighed in content.

This was one of the best dreams he's had in so long. He curled into MC more.

"Please, don't leave me this time." Leona gripped her hand harder as he was scared she would disappear when he was fully awake.

"I don't want to wake up, yet."

MC giggled.

"Silly lion." Leona chuffed and kissed the inside of her wrist. He took in another deep breath before opening his eyes.

His heart thundered in his chest as he looked at the hand he was holding then up at MC. MC still smiled at him as he slowly sat up.

Leona stared at her with nothing but awe and bewilderment in his eyes. He slowly reached out and touched her face, cupping her cheek and examining all of her entirety.

He then traced his hand downward and rested it upon her chest and felt the rhythm of her heart.

"Mc." Leona's voice was delicate and small as if he had said it any louder she would disappear.

"Good morning Leona, did you wanna hang out today?" Leona breathed once, twice, before throwing himself at MC and landing back on his bed. He held on to her as tight as he could, and buried himself into her neck.

Mc giggled as Leona was burning her scent into his memory. Leona's tail started to thump on the bed as he threw a leg over her in his excitement.

"God, God please don't let me wake up from this dream. I don't ever want to wake up again. I won't, so don't you dare leave me!" Leona pulled himself away and stared at her. MC smiled and rubbed his cheek.

"I won't leave Leona. I'm here to stay." Leona pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm glad this is a dream because I never got to tell you that I loved you, you know." tears landed on Mc's cheeks. Leona laughed a little deliriously as his tired eyes stared into hers.

"I love you too Leona. I always have."

That's all he needed to hear before he smashed his lips against hers, his chest and head were overwhelmed with a bright, bursting feeling as he poured his heart into that kiss. Even if this was a dream, he prayed MC would feel it from wherever she was.

Leona reluctantly pulled away and gazed at MC with nothing but tenderness and fondness.

"Don't go. I can't bear the heartache."

Mc laughed really hard as she caressed his face. Leona looked confused as he held her hand and kissed it once more.

"Leona, this isn't a dream. I'm actually here." Leona faltered for a moment as his heart began to swell. His eyes rounded as he looked at you. It couldn't be.

MC laughed again and nodded.

"Yes, Leona. I'm real, you're not dreaming." Leona's eyes widened and he collapsed into her as he cried. All the years of holding back. All the years of pretending he was fine, all those years convincing himself he had no more tears left to cry.

"This isn't a dream?" Leona said hopefully as you lovingly wiped his tears.

"Why don't you kiss me again and find out." MC teased.

Leona didn't need to be asked twice before he kissed you again, eagerly pouring his heart into her, letting his heart say everything he couldn't say before. 'I'm sorry, I love you, stay.'

Pulling away, this time with a little more reluctance, he gazed at MC as she rubbed his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing the heavy bags under his eyes.

"Oh, Leona. You should rest."

Leona breathed a little heavier as she shimmed upward onto the pillow. He obliged and settled into MC's chest, holding onto her tightly.

"You'll be here when I wake up right?"

MC smiled and gave him a small kiss.

"I promise. I'll be right here when you wake up. So, sleep Leona. Sleep." Leona closed his eyes once more as he held on. That heavy feeling in his chest melted away.

He buried himself into her a little more before releasing a shuddery but relieving breath. Leona found sanctuary in her being and he finally found it in himself to sleep once more.

Extra

Farena dropped everything he was carrying.

“My brother has done what?”

Ruggie smiled and nodded enthusiastically

“He’s been taking naps and eating a lot too.” Ruggie waved Farena over and encouraged him to look inside.

Leona was in the indoor garden cuddled up to MC as she was reading a book, softly stroking Leona’s hair as he slept.

Farena sighed in relief and smiled. He nudged Ruggie a little.

“Get the marriage papers ready. We can’t let that one go.”

“I can hear you!” Leona yelled at his brother and advisor. Both Ruggie and Farena gasped and skirted away, giggling like little children as they did.

Leona lowered his head back down before looking up at MC.

“So?”

MC just turned a page.

“So what?”

“Would you? If I asked, would you marry me?”

Leona’s heart thundered in his chest.

“Hmmm, no. Because if I remember correctly some lion said that he would never be friends with a herbivore like me so why would I ever commit myself to such a man.”

Leona growled in frustration.

“How many times do you need me to apologize? I’ve done everything you asked of me, I can’t even sleep on my own bed!”

MC hmphed a little and continued reading.

“I love you.” Leona mumbled a little in defeat. He even gave a small kiss to her side.

“I love you too. And maybe, if~ you come with me and Cheka to the safari adventure field trip his class has then I might consider marrying you.” MC smiled in victory as she already knew his answer.

Leona grumbled a little before agreeing. The things he does for his little herbivore.

Floyd

Jade fiddled with his pocket watch as Azul was tapping his cane impatiently.

"Where is your brother? I told him to meet us here specifically at 12:45. It's already 1:30!" Azul hissed as he began to pace again.

Jade sighed a little exhausted at Azul's antics and his brother's absence.

"I apologize Azul, however you know how he is. 1 o'clock is usually when Floyd takes MC out to the beach for a walk."

Azul rolled his eyes and huffed out.

"You have to be joking? You know as well as I do that that stupid doll is not MC! Nothing could ever replace her you know." Azul lightly mumbled the last part under his breath.

Jade's sharp teeth began to grind against one another.

"You think? I comply with it because it makes it easier to deal with him Azul. He's never been the same ever since MC left and in order to make it easier to agree to doing these jobs with us is to just comply with how he's coping."

Azul twirled his cane a little as he pursed his lips.

"It's almost been 5 years Jade. Don't you think he needs a reality check? Sometimes I can't even get him to do his job because he's so scared that if he misbehaves too much that "MC" would leave him again."

Azul rubbed his face in annoyance.

"If you loved him then do something about him. He's so delusional that he neglects himself to take care of that damn doll."

"You think I don't know that! I've been watching him spiral for the last 5 years Azul! He's my brother, of course I love him. Of course I care. But I'm here watching him become a shell of what he used to be because he's that broken up about this! Can you even comprehend the anguish I felt when I saw him just give up? I took that doll away from him one time and he became so ballistic and unreasonable. He cried so hard that he collapsed Azul. Don't you say that I don't care. What do you want me to do?""

Azul went tight lipped as Jade heaved.

"Hey~ Hehe. Sorry me and Koebi-chan are late. Koebi-chan wanted to go out for a walk first." Floyd came in with a worn out shrimp plush tucked carefully under his arm.

Azul threw a look at Jade before confronting Floyd. The octopus straightened out his overcoat for a sliver of confidence.

"Floyd. We have to talk."

The eel simply kept his dopey smile on his face as he nodded.

"Your obsession with the stupid doll has gone way too far. You're being completely irrational and it's time you've had a reality check. MC is gone, and you need to focus on your job."

Floyd's smile melted and a sneer formed on his face.

"Neh, Azul. Don't you think you're talking too much?"

Floyd stalked forward as he glared at his employer. He gently sat the shrimp plushie down, being careful that it wasn't facing him.

He got up to Azul's face but Azul wasn't having any of it.

"You heard me loud and clear Floyd. You know as well as we do that, that thing isn't Mc. So just accept the fact that she's gone and move on with your life. If not for our sake, then yours."

Floyd clenched his fists and bared his teeth. He quickly gripped Azul's collar and began to push him backwards.

The shorter male grit his teeth and allowed himself to be pushed.

"What, getting defensive because you know I'm right Floyd. Go on! Punch me! I know you're dying to. You've been holding your self back, torturing yourself over someone who left you!"

Floyd shoved Azul onto the floor and immediately got on top of him, punching the area next to his head.

"Shut up! Shut your filthy mouth! Koebi-chan would never leave me! I did nothing wrong." Tears leaked from his eyes as he chocked. "I've been a good person and MC appreciates that so I have to continue being good now. You don't get to tell me that she left because she didn't."

Azul growled and got a good hook on Floyd's face, turning them over so Floyd was the one lying on the ground.

"Look at you! The Floyd I knew wouldn't have ever allowed me to put him into this position without more struggle. Get out of your head Floyd, just stop... Stop being so-so... pathetic." Azul waited for Floyd to blow up, for him to react the way that he should've. Waiting for him to kick, scream, or punch back.

Floyd breathed heavily and his fingers twitched. Dying to hail a round of jabs into Azul's face. Then he glanced over to the shrimp and he immediately deflated. Losing all his momentum Floyd just flattened out, forcing himself to quell any and all emotions.

‘Koebi-Chan will leave if I’m bad again.’

Azul huffed a couple of times before clicking his tongue in disappointment. He got up and gestured to Jade. Jade could do nothing as he too wanted nothing more to beat some sense into his brother.

“Come, we’re already far too late for our appointment. Floyd, I’m telling you this as a business partner and life long friend, move on. Everyone else has. When will you?”

With that Azul and Jade walked off, leaving Floyd on the floor to wallow in his self pity. The eel didn’t know how long it was before he sat up. His face hurt and his chest is filled with rage. He was so tired. Tired of feeling this way. Tired of the silence. Tired of the cold sheets. Tired of forcing himself to wake up everyday to something that isn't you. Tired of the regret and guilt just bearing him down every single second of every single day.

He crawled over to the shrimp plushie and picked himself up. Azul was right. How long can he keep pretending? He's so tired of pretending. He traced the outline of the black beaded eyes. Several times has the buttons come undone, popping from the pressure of Floyd's hugs. Some of the seams and patches were messily puled together after one of Floyd's tantrums. Though with every scream and tear Floyd always knew he'd come crawling back to it.

There were long nights where he'd stay up to ponder what he'd do when you were coming back. Would he scream at you? Would he wrap his hands around your neck and choke you until the pain goes away? Though as hate fostered in his heart, he also thinks about the times he misses with you.

The times where he'd get so irrationally mad every time he sees something that reminds him of you. The times where he'd stuff pillows in the clothing you left behind and desperately pretended that they were you. Or the times when he'd be making tea in the morning and accidently filled an extra cup, only to stare at the spot that you left behind. Sometimes he'd even watch as couples walk by so engrossed in themselves as the only thing Floyd could think was. 'That should be us.'

But then there are times where he'd curse your name. Doing every bad thing he could think of as if to say 'I don't care! I can live without you, you never mattered enough for me to change.' Only you did, and Floyd hated it. He hated it so much he'd punch the floors until his knuckles were bloodied. He'd kick and squeeze his victims hard enough that their lungs burst and their bones cave in. He'd scream so loud his throat was torn and ragged. He'd cry and scratch at his eyes until he couldn't see. Then he'd come back to you and worship the toy you left behind, praying that one day you'd come back.

But you never did.

So the next day, around 1 o'clock, Floyd took you out on your walk. You were tucked gently under his arm as you walked along the pier. Floyd sat down on your favorite spot on the beach. He lightly sat you up, as you kept slumping. Your cotton has grown matted and hard. Your bright color now dulled with the weather.

Floyd looked out into the ocean.

"Koebi-chan." Floyd started. Knowing somewhere in the back of his head that you were never going to answer. "... I-... I'm sorry. For everything." he was already starting to choke.

"Koebi-... No, MC. I miss you. I miss you really really bad. I miss being able to have fun together. I'm sorry I've been bad. I really tried to be good for you Koebi-chan but it's hard. I can't explain the things I do. I do it because it makes me feel happy. I know it's selfish but I thought you would understand. At least you made me felt like you understood." Floyd scrubbed the tears from his face.

"I know I hurt people but I promise it was never because they didn't deserve it. It's hard to control myself you know! Just to be able to squeeze people. That's in my nature, I'm an eel dammit!" Floyd hit his knees in frustration. "I really miss you. But, Jade and Azul are right. It's... It's time... to-" Floyd licked his lips, refusing to look at the shrimp doll.

"It's time for me to say goodbye to you koebi-chan. But, please. Can you forgive me for being such a bad symbiote? For being such a bad friend? At least tell me I was good." Floyd couldn't stop the tears no matter how hard he wiped.

"Of course you are Floyd. You're the best symbiote ever, I wouldn't trade you for the world."

Floyd's heart got caught up in his throat.

"I have to admit, it was hard to forgive you at first but, I never wanted you to suffer because of me Floyd. I'm sorry I caused you so much grief but understand it from my perspective. Sometimes you take it too far Floyd, but that doesn't mean that you have to stop being who you are. I like you because you're you Floyd. Please don't change that."

Floyd looked at the shrimp plush in absolute awe. After all these years of yearning for a response, you finally answered back.

He picked up the doll gingerly and gazed onto it, waiting for it to respond again.

"Koebi-chan?!"

He heard you laugh.

"No, Floyd. I'm behind you."

He turned around and saw you. You had grown into a fine young woman but to him, you were still koebi-chan. He wasted no time in throwing his arms around you while saying your name, the shrimp doll thrown carelessly aside.

"MC! Koebi-chan! I missed you! It's because I've been good right? I knew Jade and Azul were wrong. I'm sorry to have listened to them! I knew it, I knew you'd come back if I was good enough! I take back what I said!" Floyd pulled away from you.

"I have been good right. Tell me I was good. I'm a good person, I need you to tell me I'm a good person. I know I'm rough and sometimes I hit too hard and sometimes I get angry too quickly and I push people away and I hurt others and I-"

MC pulled him back into her arms and squeezed him tightly.

"You've been good Floyd. You did such a good job. You're a good person. Best boy."

"And you won't leave me again?" Floyd looked up at you.

You smiled and shook your head.

"Jade told me everything. I'm here to stay." Floyd smiled so genuinely for what felt like forever. God, how long has it been since he's felt this happy. But there was one thing he had to address.

"I don't believe you!" Floyd spouted.

"Huh!?"

"I don't believe you." Floyd repeated before looking at you intensely.

"Make a baby with me!"

"HUH?!"

"You can't leave me if we have a baby! We'll make one right now!"

"Aren't you skipping a couple of steps?! Why'd you recover so fast!? Floyd! FLOYD! No, don't touch me there, we're in public!"

Bonus

Floyd happily dragged your messily put together self back to the new longue.

The doors burst open with Floyd back to his old self.

"Azul~~~ I got permission from my koebi-chan that I can squeeze~ you extra hard for punching me earlier today~."

Azul dropped the paperwork that he was holding before looking from you to Floyd to Jade then back at Floyd.

"MC? Floyd? What are you- Hey! ke-keep your distance! Ke- Floyd, I am your boss! I will have respe- AHH"

As Floyd was chasing Azul around waiting to pummel him, Jade walked over to a disheveled MC.

You looked at him in disapproval.

"I thought you said he would take some time to bounce back." You said on shaking lovingly bruised legs.

Jade smiled in mischief.

"Forgive me, a bit of pay back for having to deal with him for long."

You held onto the shrimp doll as you wobbled over to a sofa.

"Well, at least he's back to normal."

Azul reached out pathetically to Jade and MC

"Mercy! MERCY! PLEASE!"

"He~he~ I'm having so much fun."

[what-grass]

One thing I wish was understood a bit better about Twisted Wonderland.

Everyone in this game has trauma or personal struggles and it's NOT a competition of who has it worse. Honestly, sometimes I wish everyone's traumas were discussed more in depth in the game like we get with each person who Overblots, but we don't have time for it. With the Overblot boys, their trauma is shoved directly into the spotlight and we hear exactly how their situations make them feel. But the rest of the cast, ALL of them, have personal struggles and/or trauma. This is just a small list of some of the issues each non Overblot student has.

Ace masks the fear he feels in a lot of situations, and he's got an inferiority complex on some level. Notice how he bullied the player and Grim in our first interaction? That is a sign of someone who is looking to feel better by pushing someone else down because they don't feel good about themselves.

Deuce grew up with a single mother who had to work multiple jobs to make ends meet, which causes him to worry about her, and he was a delinquent in middle school, which made his mom, the one person he worries over, cry. He lives with those regrets, but he's still got those old habits and he agonizes over the fact he's not academically where he'd like to be and his behavior regresses when in heated situations.

Trey has severe trauma at being screamed at for FIVE HOURS over giving Riddle ONE slice of tart, so much that his vitals are severely affected at the thought of Mrs. Rosehearts and he's heavily conflict avoidant.

Cater has had to move all the time and as a defense mechanism, refuses to be honest or get close to people because he doesn't want to get attached only to be ripped away from them.

Ruggie lives in EXTREME poverty when not at school. He struggles to make ends meet and he has to work so hard in a system that is DESIGNED to keep him in poverty, because many beastmen still prefer segregation in the Sunset Savannah.

Jack has one of the healthier mindsets, but he still struggles with being open and honest about his feelings, which makes it hard to have friends, and he struggled with watching Leona, someone he's idolized, fall short of what he believed of Leona.

Jade and Floyd are implied to have grown up in some form of crime family and both seem to have handled the fact their lives could be in constant danger differently. Both like things being interesting, but Jade seems to prefer seclusion and control, while Floyd enjoys scaring people off and having as much fun as he can before he goes.

Kalim is someone who has had multiple assassination attempts on his life, even from his own family. He masks behind a smile, but he's afraid to trust people, and when he DOES TRY to talk about it, it gets brushed off because he has money. Also, he has to deal with the fact Jamil has been undermining his ability to progress by not treating him as if he's capable at all.

Epel has been teased and bullied on how he looked to the point where he started instigating fights to ensure he wouldn't be teased. He also has to fall in line with what Vil wants because he made the error of picking a fight with Vil and getting his butt HANDED to him. To further add, Vil is NOT NICE about it when Epel resists, with one example being Vil grabbing him by the ear and pulling hard as a form of punishment.

Rook has deal with the fact that for being someone who is super perceptive and can notice details, he didn't realize Vil's feelings around Neige, likely because he was blinded by his own admiration for both of them and that's a bitter pill to swallow.

Ortho has to deal with being basically created as a replacement for dead Ortho Shroud, trying to figure out if he's just really a robot made by Idia with really good AI or more than that, and dealing with the fact he loves his brother so much, but his brother doesn't take care of himself and it's disheartening to watch Idia's self-destruction.

Lilia has so much war trauma, losing his loved ones, having been exiled, and so much other crap. Even so, he forced himself to put the war and his trauma about it in the past, where it belonged for the sake of his two sons who both lost so much to war, which is something Baur/Baul could NOT do which was to Sebek's detriment.

Silver has had to live with the idea that his adoptive father would likely outlive him, then is faced with the fact that his father is basically abandoning everything about their life in Briar Valley before he learns that his biological parents were the enemies of the person he serves and cares about, Malleus, and the only father he's ever known.

Sebek has grown up with internalized racism/speciesism against humans thanks to his upbringing and he basically rejects half of his heritage with how he treats his father. He does not even realize how hurtful his comments are until he's faced with those remarks being directed at him by a younger version of his grandfather.

And this isn't everything each student has to face. This is just broad strokes. Yana Toboso wrote a story about flawed people who all have gone through really hard and difficult things because that's the point. As Toboso said in a 2023 interview:

“Happy endings in Disney works come from righteous actions and love, but I believe that the villains are characters who do not get saved during the story. That is why, through this game, I want to portray the message that even if you get beat up all the way to a bad ending, you can grow from it and live your life without feeling discouraged.

Acting lame, obstinate, without hesitation, being open and honest—it’s not as bad as it sounds. 

I would like to paint a positive picture of living honestly with yourself and not worrying about others.

In today’s society there are so many people who live in fear of failure and are always walking on eggshells, but nobody’s flawless. It is exhausting to try to live your life so that no one will hate you.”

Everyone, even people you don't know or do not like, have gone through things that shaped who they are. Sometimes, how we've adapted to handle the bad things that happen will force us to hit rock bottom. But you don't have to die when you hit rock bottom.

You can have terrible things happen to you and have maladaptive strategies to handle your experiences, but you aren't stuck that way forever. You can learn how to change your habits, learn to be okay with yourself, and work at being better than you were the day before.

Human growth is not linear. It's a bunch of taking steps forward and backsliding and learning and making mistakes over and over again and accepting failure, not as a testament to your character, but as part of the process of growth... and that's something all the students have to learn, not just the Overblot boys. Because all of them, every single one, are handling their own personal issues, even if it isn't shoved right in our faces.

[what-grass]

😢 (on an unrelated note, I’m very new to the game but the camera thing introduced at the beginning has yet to be mentioned since???)

Always an angel never a God

[what-grass]

😂

How many tickles to make an... eel?... laugh!

[what-grass]

🥲

Heya! I'm curious about how the ghouls would react if you ignored and left them on read after they did something that upset you.

Hello hello! I guess after all that fluff it is time for some angst (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) hmm never wrote anything like that yet but I hope you'll like it!!

Leaving them on read after they upset you - Hotarubi and Sinostra ghouls

Haku knows he messed up big time and wants to fix it as soon as possible. At first he might be a bit pushy but after giving it some thought he realizes it can only make matters worse. And so he decides to wait patiently, checking his phone at every 'ping' it makes, hoping this time it's actually you.

Subaru is so disappointed with himself. How could he upset you to the point where you don't even feel like talking to him through texts? He'd like this fixed as soon as possible as well but he understands things won't work that way. He knows you might need some time to process your feelings. Still, he can't help but at least offer to do anything you might wish for right now.

Zenji is really sad. He didn't mean for things to go that way, and he regrets letting you leave right after the incident. Now the only thing he can do is to try to make you talk to him via texts, but he's almost sure you won't reply to him. He decides to pour his heart into a beautiful handwritten poem, hoping to reach your heart that way.

Ritsu hates the fact he upset you, but he tries to remain reasonable so that he can talk to you. However when he sees you're not willing to, he decides to write a whole few pages essay on the situation which includes apologies and a promise to fix the situation immediately if you only let him. Will await your reply patiently.

Romeo feels lost.. he never really cared about anyone as much as he does about you. He's aware that he messed up but he hates the fact you're ignoring him. He only wants to fix things, why aren't you letting him? Only after thinking about it more he understands you probably need some time for yourself. (Seeing him say 'please' is a very rare occurrence, it's interesting how much you're able to influence him..)

Taiga gets it. He upset you. But how was he supposed to fix it??? He doesn't want it to be a half assed attempt, even if it seems like it at first. He's just a bit clueless. He also won't sit around and wait patiently, that's not his style. He will come over whether you want it or not, and he will ask what he can do to fix things. He's quite persistent and won't get angry even if you still refuse to talk. He will simply follow you everywhere until you finally do so.

[what-grass]

👀

Normally I’m a Luke stan… cause, I mean, LOOK AT HIM 😩 😭 ❤️

But idk… Vyn’s card is doing smth to me…

Like there’s teasing someone from under a table/desk… but a glass table??? And the smirk as he looks down??? Watching! 😭 and…! And and and-

// cn server spoilers, new MR cards

[behind the scenes, planning for the photoshoot]

marius, clapping his hands together: alright! vyn, artem, you look great. your suits super fit the theme of this swanky, elegant, debonair magazine shoot. now, where's luke? oh there you a---dude come ON

luke: i really didnt wanna wear a suit

marius: so you came with your GUNS OUT??? what. what are you even supposed to be?? a firefighter????

luke: im...whatever i need to be?

marius: what are you going to DO in your photos in this outfit???

luke: i was thinking i could like, rappel down a wall

marius: we're all gonna be sitting pretty and you want to rappel down a wall....this is NOT according to shoot's THEME, you're going to stick out like a sore THUMB

luke: i d-dont mean to steal anyone's thunder, i just! this fits me more!

marius: ugh, fine, just---why are you jangling so much??

luke: oh ive got like three carabiners on my belt

marius, throwing his hands up in defeat: FINE. OKAY! WHATEVER!!

[what-grass]

😳 🫢 😍 😩 😭 hakuuuuuuuuuuuuu 🥺 🥲

🌶️ haku thoughts below

anyway thinking about mc wanting to keep her shirt on during sex in case haku wants to go at it from the back bc she doesn’t want him to catch sight of the way her curse mark has been growing bigger and expanding all over her back

vs haku slipping it off slightly bc his lips are on mc’s neck & catching a peek of the curse mark & faltering a bit then absolutely going harder and faster bc 1) self-loathing bc he’s supposed to be some renowned exorcist who can break curses and shit but he can’t break the curse of the one (1) person he’s in love with? bullshit 2) god it’s growing bigger and expanding and they really don’t have much time left and there are now so many emotions in him oh god 3) they really don’t have much time left huh!! he’s going to try his hardest to break this curse but damn if he isn’t going to make every fuck from now on the best fuck of mc’s life

[what-grass]

Ep 15 minor spoilers 😆 (mostly me thirsting and gushing 😂)

First of all! Can u imagine being sandwiched between these two? Making flirty remarks and smirking, getting a kick out of watching u become all flustered?! 😆 irl not my type, but in game I’m screaming! 😍

As Subaru! So beautiful! So delicate! I just wanna *nom*

Bro is always trying to assist the MC undress and his advances got me melting 😭 😍 like yes, I need help! Plz 😭

They’re so beautiful 😩 the grin! The soft smile! When they were nitpicking the MC’s outfit I really thought Haku would get his undressing/dressing MC moment cause she didn’t tie smth right and he’d help, but alas… they just point out the mistake 😞

Honestly fair 😭 I went to a haunted maze and got lost, so I passed the same actor like 5 times and got scared each time 😂 (eventually, when I was done screaming, I had to ask him for directions 💀)

Also love how proud Zenji seems that he was covering his ears 😂

Edit: alsooooooooo…. I like how at the start of the ch Zenji is like “I could go through the wall to find Subaru, but I don’t want to invade his privacy!” When in the previous ch he LITERALLY GOES INTO MC’S ROOM AT NIGHT and ends up freaking her out?!?

Like for as much as he chastises Haku’s comments, isn’t it arguably WORSE to go into a sleeping girl’s room, whom u barely know, and leave an ominous message… than it is to go into the room of SOMEONE YOU KNOW cause ur worried about their current state???? Idk idk is it just me?? But like make it make sense Zenji 👀

Bit off topic but those were some of the weakest screams ever 😂 Zenji needs to give Haku(?) narration lessons - get Kaito to teach u how to really scream 🤣🤣

[what-grass]

They’re beautiful 😍

But like… staaaaaaaaap enough 😭 all the cards r so pretty… so many new cards…. I want them all… I’m so broke… no diamonds…. Plzzzzzzzzz….. 😩 I just need a little break 😭 😭 😭

UPCOMING CARDS!

Episode 15 is tonight!!! Which means the episode cards are in and the next episode title is too! ARE YOU READY FOR SPOOKY GHOSTARUBI??? I love these cards they've got a bit of an eerie flavor. . . . .

Also sorry for the wait I had some delays and priorities out of order lmao. . . .

Subaru's empty eyes lend so well to this expression just. . .aaa it's a beautiful card. . . . ALSO A LITTLE SUBARU THIGH FOR FREE??????

Character Card: Hell Flower(「奈落に咲く花」  "Flower That Blooms In Hell") Skill: Hidden Hobby(「隠れた趣味」  "Hidden Hobby") Fully Awakened Skill: Convincing Actor(「迫真の芝居」  "Realistic Play") Warding Card: Rainy Garden(「雨の庭園」  "Rainy Garden")

His snake-like eyes and then they've got him with an orochi. . . . . .it's just a great looking card and he's so shady and I love him.

Character Card: Hypnotic Gaze(「心を掌握する瞳」  "Eyes That Seize Hold Of Your Heart") Skill: Frightener(「驚かし役」  "Frightener" more or less 'frighten assignment' as in 'it's his job to scare you') Fully Awakened Skill: Teaser(「からかい上手」  "Good At Teasing") Warding Card: Unseen Charity(「見えない施し」  "Unseen Charity")

AYO GHOST FEET FOR FREE????

Character Card: Night Parade(「妖怪道中殊玉絵巻」  "Kotodama Picture Scroll Of Spirits' Journey" this is so hard for me to translate haha sorry this is clumsy) Skill: Cowardly Ghost(「怖がりなお化け」  "Cowardly Ghost") Fully Awakened Skill: From The Other Side(「彼岸の住人」 "Inhabitant Of The Other Sude") Warding Card: Ghost Stories(「みんなで怪談話」  "Ghost Stories With Everyone")

So normally I know who's in the next episode because of sprite names being added into the StoryPresets file. However no such sprite names that indicate the next ghouls were added. I'm not sure what that means exactly. . .perhaps that break they mentioned before is coming after this. Nonetheless Episode 16 is called "The City Of Ill Omens" (「凶兆を告げる街」  "The City That Heralds Bad Omens")

That's pretty exciting, isn't it? I'm eager to learn what it means!!! Getting ahead of ourselves though we haven't even seen this episode yet!

I say the same things every time because they bear repeating

Gacha is gambling and gambling addictions are serious! Please be mindful of any spending you do on this or any gacha game. If you do spend, please set a limit for yourself and keep to it. Remember that banners rerun and you can get a character you missed further down the line. It doesn't have to be now. Seek help if you're struggling with your gacha spending!

My Japanese isn't very good at all so please take my translations of titles with a grain of salt!

Step out of your comfort zone now and then and find a safe way to explore that which frightens you!

Here are the card stats!!

Have a good night!!

[what-grass]

Awwwww Yuri 🥺 😏 beautiful writing! ❤️

can NOT stop thinking abt the way you wrote yuri.... /pos ugh i love pathetic men ♡♡♡ i Know hes Loud

anon you're so real... pathetic, whiny, loud, wet blankets of men are some of my favorites. i love them. it's like, please never fucking change. you pathetic wet cat. i simultaneously want 2 laugh at you and 2 dry you off again 2 keep u warm.

a/n: well here we are again. back on my bullshit AGAIN! can't even complain though i love writing smut im so glad 2 be back 2 pulling this bullshit again. i hope u all enjoy this one bc this one took a while 2 write.

summary: you want Yuri to focus. he wants to finish.

cw: people r fucking!!!!! penetrative sex, lots of whining, slight power dynamic???, dom!reader and sub!char, etc etc.

"Stay still."

He only whimpers in response, tightening his already knuckle-whitening grip on the arms of his chair.

"Stay still or I'll stop moving."

You can tell from the way Yuri’s eyes flicker defiantly towards yours that he has half a mind to retort something, but one squeeze of your walls around his twitching cock and his eyes roll back in submission again. The heels of his shoes dig uselessly into the floor, failing to steady him as he bucks his hips upwards involuntarily in response to you dragging your walls against his length. You watch as he grabs aimlessly at whatever he can squeeze to ground himself for a few moments, at best. The arms of the chair, the sleeves of his lab coat, the crest of your hips. To his credit, he's doing a great job at being quieter than usual. His bottom lip is red from biting so harshly at it, but you suspect the pain helps him keep his moans in. The only sounds that escape are quiet gasps, whines, whimpers, and some grunting. However, he's not doing a very good job at staying still.

You slam your hips back down onto his, grinding your hips against his as you settle into place. He yelps in surprise, and clamps a hand to his mouth, muffling his whiny moan as you grind against him. He digs his heels into the floor again, his foot tapping the leg of his desk, nearly jostling his work. When you don't stop grinding, he hurriedly places his hands down on your hips in an attempt to stop you from moving. In a whiny voice, he pleads "Stop, stopstopstop! Fuck, please, oh my god, please—” He melts into incoherent whimpers, yelps, and pleas, eyes flickering between your hips grinding on his cock and your gaze boring into him. He starts panting, whiny moans slipping through his lips as his eyes roll back into his skull again. 

You smile fondly at his loud moans, pausing the movement of your hips and leaning in towards him. “You can take it, can't you? You're strong." You lean back, looking towards his laptop, still propped open on the desk beside you. “You’re the one that wanted to practice. Come on, from the top. And stay still this time.”

He looks at you for a moment, his expression so utterly pathetic you want to laugh. He finally nods, submitting to your will. “F-Fine…” 

Due to his twitching fingers keeping their grip on the arms of the chair, you move to click back to the first slide of his presentation, looking at him expectantly. He frowns at you the best he can, what with an obvious blush over his face and his eyes still watery from pleasure. Eventually he relents, turning towards the presentation, his whole body trembling with effort to keep his composure. He clears his throat and partially straightens his posture, still visibly flushed and trembling.

After a few false starts and stuttered words, he's finally ready to go. “This is a presentation regarding the—Ahem, regarding the progress of research on—mmmm—Immortality…” he stops for a moment, panting, and leaning his head back against his chair. One stern look from you, and he bites his cheek and straightens up again, “...As it pertains to the living cells of the anomaly caused—Fuck!—by a patient eating mermaid skin.” He exhales all at once. Sweat beads on his forehead, flattening his hair. His cheeks are a furious bright red, the blush even spreading to his ears and chin. You laugh at him, motioning for him to continue, beginning to raise and lower your hips at a slow pace. 

“Go on Dr. Isami, I’m listening!” You smile widely, all chipper and animated, as though you weren’t riding the man beneath you into oblivion. Of course, it was hard for you to keep it together yourself, but your blush and heavy breathing were nothing compared to the slack-jawed, drooling, pathetic mess that Yuri was. 

“I—I can’t—” Yuri sounds breathless, cutting himself off with a whine before he could continue. He collapses against the chair again, clenching his jaw tight as he squirmed, trying to get ahold of himself. He starts panting again, each exhale high-pitched and whiny. You could feel his length twitching inside you, his involuntary upward thrusts stuttered and shallow. His eyes were beginning to water from the prolonged torment of being forced to remain composed. He whimpers, suddenly leaning forward into you, pressing his face into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. “Please, fuck!” He gasps for air, before launching into a defense, stammering as you quicken your pace. “It’s ph-physically impossible for the human body to multitask! I cou—ugh—couldn’t possibly focus on this damned presentation when you—” he cuts himself off again, moaning loudly as you ride him harder, further disrupting his already broken speech. “Y-You…” He tries again but trails off, leaning his head into the crook of your neck, panting. You feel his breath puffing against your chest and his damp lashes fluttering against your neck.

“Hm? What is it?” You say, your voice just barely giving away your own shaky arousal. You continue to ride him, breathing heavily and squeezing your walls around him. “Go on. Surely a doctor can use his words, yes?” 

He mewls into your shoulder, removing his hands from your hips and placing them atop your shoulders, pushing you away from him. He appears adorably frustrated, his lips in a downwards quivering frown and his eyebrows creased in annoyance. His eyes are still watery and his face is covered in a searing blush. He worries his lower lip between his teeth, muffling his whines to the best of his ability. His breathing is in tandem with the pace you’ve set, still raising and lowering your hips on his cock. You lean in, encouraging him to continue, grabbing the sides of his lab coat to steady yourself. He finally relents, his voice shaking as he speaks. “Can’t focus—can’t, not when you—God—not when you ride me—” You are almost satisfied with this, until he purses his lips. You feel his cock twitch and harden within you. He’s getting close. He lets out a deep moan, clawing his fingers into your shoulders. He clenches his jaw at his reaction and looks down to where your bodies connect, pushing his hips upwards to meet yours. “—Like some bitch in heat!” He mutters these words through his teeth, and they were clearly meant to bring you down a peg. He was desperately searching for a way to regain control of the situation, despite being on the edge of an explosive release. 

Well, two could play at that game. You begin to slow down your pace, pouting at him. “Aw, that’s not very nice, Yuri.” 

He looks at you suspiciously, biting his wavering lips to muffle his moans and raising an eyebrow. 

You simply shake your head, lifting your hips off of him. His cock slides out of you with a wet pop! and only further stiffens at the sudden exposure to the cool air. He gives you a panicked look, quickly moving his hands down to your hips, trying to push you back down as he thrust his hips upward aimlessly. “Wh-What are you doing—?!” He almost shouts out of frustration, his cock twitching from the sudden loss of sensation and pending release.

You lower your hips again, but you’re careful not to slip him back inside. “Only nice boys get to cum, Yuri.” You say it teasingly, reaching down with one hand to grab his cock. He gasps and tenses up before you gently tap the head against your folds, smirking at him. You watch as his eyes cloud over with desire, and he nearly melts, suddenly very pliant despite his earlier reservations. You rub yourself back and forth over his aching cock, returning your hands to his sides. Yuri grips your hips with his hands, gritting his teeth to muffle his whines again. You giggle at him. “Come on, be nice and take it back. If you don’t…” You trail off, looking down at his pathetic form, smiling to yourself. “...I won’t ride you anymore.”

From the way his face twists, you can tell he’s caught somewhere between retorting that he didn’t want that anyway and begging you to keep going. He groans, feeling his pleasure mount as your warmth travels across the length of his cock. He tightens his grip on your hips, biting his lips harshly in a futile attempt to continue to muffle his already loud moans. It was hardly any use when his moans escaped anyway, loud and high-pitched and whiny. He curses, looking up at you with a pleading expression. Of course, you don’t yield, meeting his pleading gaze with an expectant one. He keens, caving to your will. “I take it back…” The words are small and muffled, barely heard over the creaking of the chair and the sounds of your heavy breathing. He doesn’t look at you when he says them, purposely turning away from you. You pout in mock disappointment.

“Hmmm, sorry. I don’t think I heard you. Repeat that for me, please?” You slow your movements again, rubbing yourself along his length in an increasingly teasing manner. You feel his cock jump in response.

He groans. turning towards you. His face and neck were bright red, his lips appeared almost bruised from all the biting he’d done, his eyes were hazy and unfocused, and sweat plastered his bangs to his forehead and cheeks. He was not going to last much longer. His voice cracks when he speaks this time, breathy and high-pitched. “I take it back.” He punctuates this sentence with a whine, his cock jumping again as you pick up the pace, teasing him more. 

You smirk at him, biting your lip to resist the urge to laugh. Surely he could take a bit more, right? “Come on, I know you can do better than that.” You tilt your head at him, your eyes crinkling with mirth. “You can say it one more time, right?”

He groans, both out of frustration and out of arousal, reaching up to wrap his arms around your shoulders again and pull your body into his. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his lips hovering near your collarbone. He thrusts his hips upwards, his cock dragging against your heat again, slipping in between the folds before slipping back out again. He opens his mouth in a moan, tightening his hold on you. “I take it back!” He says it with conviction this time, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips. He begins to tremble, muttering the phrase over and over again, his voice slowly becoming more and more whiny as he presses his open mouth against your collarbone, just barely covered by your uniform. He pulls you in even closer, his hips stuttering, his whimpering becoming more nonsensical until he finally quiets. His thrusts slow down and his breathing begins to even out, his grip on you becoming shaky and unsteady. 

You smile, glad he has finally bent to your will. You pull away from him, noting the glazed look in his eyes and the way his jaw hangs slack. You tilt your head at him, confused, until you feel something thick drip down your thigh. You turn around, and notice a pool of white liquid dripping from the chair and leaking from Yuri’s softening cock. You have to resist the urge to laugh simply out of shock. You turn back to him with an eyebrow raised. He’s somewhat recovered, his blush lessening and his mouth slightly parted as he catches his breath.

“Yuri. Did you just cum from humping me?” A smile spreads across your face as he frowns at your comment. Before he can say anything, you quickly add on to your words to taunt him. “Like a bitch in heat?” 

Yuri freezes, his blush returning to his cheeks. He turns away from you, refusing to make eye contact. 

All you can do is laugh.

a/n: amen that's that!!!!!!!! i can't decide if im proud of this or not but in my defense it's approaching the witching hour where i am. regardless. i hope u all enjoy!

ofc shameless note as per usual that i love likes, but especially comments, tagged reblogs, and asks!!! please tell me all about how you liked my work! it's what fuels my motivation to create!!!!

also. im considering making a tokyo debunker taglist. idk how many of u are going 2 see this but lmk if ur interested in being a part of the tkdb taglist. ill tag u in all of my tkdb related works if ur a part of it.

ok that's all gn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[what-grass]

77…. Usually just barely able to pass enough cases to read the full ch of whatever ep is newly released… 🥹

Lovelies!!! What case are you on?

I just made it to case 103 (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[what-grass]

TL;DR: From my understanding, anomalies can curse ghouls. (Mild spoilers below)

Like u mentioned, the casino curse worked on Kaito…

It seems Rui got the reaper curse while being a ghoul (but from my understanding… Rui was cursed with the power to kill whoever he touches, so it’s a power of the curse rather than the curse itself…). Technically, Rui probably could have touched the Barometz, but that would be destroying the anomaly not catching it… (it’s been awhile but wasn’t it Lyca who slashed it open anyways???) Also, during the second ep featuring Obscuary, I kinda was under the impression that killing something impacts Rui… and I’m wondering if there’s more to him not wanting to use it other than sucking the life out of something isn’t cool…?

I kinda think Ed was just going for the “ur now one of us!” vibes 🤔 if some ghouls r immune to curses, it may be like how some curses can overpower others???

It also is indeed anomaly v. anomaly. I view it as how humans are animals, but it’s always humans v. animals and not animals v. animals. A distinction is often made to keep a sense of humanity and superiority.

Oh yeah, I have a question regarding Tokyo Debunker curses and Anomalies.

First of all, do curses work on Ghouls or not? Like can anomalies curse them or no? Because my inferences, although they are just inferences, are very contradictory.

The Prologue makes it seem like maybe Kyklos can't affect Ghouls? But I looked at it again, and technically Taiga never does see her eye.

That, and Ed said in chapter 6 that if MC did turn into an Anomaly, it would be best for her to stick with the ghouls as she has been doing. This could just be Ed's whole "humans and Anomalies aren't compatible" thing, as he literally did say that right after, but it also seems to directly imply that it would be safe for the ghouls to be near her when she turns anomaly.

Also, if Ghouls are anomalies, then it wouldn't really be a question of Ghoul v. Anomaly, and more Anomaly v. Anomaly.

In which case, I'm still unclear. Kaito's a ghoul, (AKA anomaly) and the Sinostra-dealer-Rapunzel-curse affected him. Ed's a ghoul/anomaly, and Rui's curse affected him. But if Rui's curse worked on any anomaly, couldn't he have just touched the Barometz instead of, yk, having it sliced open?

I ask this purely for fanfic writing reasons. My brain won't let me write important lore details unless they're compliant to the rules of the fictional universe.

[what-grass]

Oh no way! U know sign?? That’s great! :D

This is absurd

JIRO. Jiro again. I got the EP 14 Jiro card after 60 pulls on this (mind you, ALT) account, I don't even KNOW how many on my main, and now.

Now. I try to pull on TAIGA'S banner. A single ten pull. For shits and giggles.

I get the little ding. The butterflies are purple. Both things that I have so far deduced mean "good".

And this MOTHERFUCKER. It's a 0.014 percent chance JIRO. You shouldn't be here JIRO. ESPECIALLY AFTER I JUST GOT YOUR LIMITED CARD TWICE, JIRO. ON DIFFERENT ACCOUNTS, BUT STILL.

I don't. I can't even.

I'm not mad. Obviously, I'm not mad, this was like not even my thirtieth pull in this account after getting his EP. 14 SSR, but bro. Just. Bro.

I mean. It's appreciated. I'm happy nonetheless. Just. Like, you aren't gonna hear me complaining about having 2 SSRs on an account I've had for like 2 weeks, or the fact that having that first Jiro SSR got me halfway through the first Mortkranken EP within those 2 weeks, this is great, my luck is through the roof, I'm just. Confused???

I'm so gonna flunk my ASL test tmrw now aren't i- MY LUCK DOESNT JUST DO THIS