what would you say are all the saka brothers's music tastes?
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Sakamaki Brothers and their music taste🎧🎼
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what would you say are all the saka brothers's music tastes?
From author:ahh love this!!
Sakamaki Brothers and their music taste🎧🎼
my stupid laito hc is that he’s comedically bad with modern technology. like anything invented past 1990 is useless in his hands.
LMAOOOO LIIIITERALLY i do support this HC for sure—he can be such a fucking dork. I mean bro literally is superstitious like with using belly warmers etc even though vampires can’t get sick. It’s very funny.
We see him fill out a crossword puzzle in a book or newspaper or something, which most people nowadays do that on their phone.
The dichotamy of this guy is insane
i swear i wouldn't be surprised if we caught him with a nightcap/nightgown and walking around with an oil lamp even tho it would be daytime if he was supposed to be asleep and that makes it even funnier
holy shit would he fall for the healing crystal scams too like he'd try to get a crystal for a specific thing but he just would get a random ass rock in the mail but he'd treat it like it was selenite to cleanse himself and he'd still put it on the windowsil for the moon to charge it oh my god
Sorry if he looks weird but this is just a warm up 😞
AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 9
// Ngl I had a BLAST writing this chapter! I even felt like making some fanart for it, lol. It was originally supposed to be published back in August, but I completely forgot about it (oops, sorry). Anyway, new characters will be showing up later on, but for now…how are we feeling about the new girl~?
Previous chapter: here
"Can you handle me....sow?"
Yuma Mukami x Reader (be warned this gone be dirty)
Synopsis: You’d been teasing him all morning — whispering those words that set fire to his blood: “Bet you can’t handle me.” “Don’t think you’re tough enough for this, Yuma.” “Come on, prove me wrong.” Each time, he’d glare, fists clenching, but say nothing. Until now.
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The door slammed shut with a bang, the sound echoing down the Mukami estate halls. “Are you done yet?” you hissed, arms crossed over your chest. Yuma stalked into the room after you, scowling, a mix of dirt and sweat on his arms from whatever work he’d been doing in the garden before you set him off. His jaw was clenched, that vein in his neck pulsing with heat, and the wild, unbothered hair falling over his brow only made him look more like a storm about to break. “The hell you mean, am I done? You’re the one who’s been mouthing off since breakfast,” he growled. You turned, eyes gleaming, deliberately poking the bear. “Tch. Maybe I wouldn’t mouth off if you weren’t all bark, no bite.” Yuma blinked. Then laughed. Not a friendly laugh. No — a low, dangerous, feral laugh that rolled out of his chest and made the air in the room grow heavy. “Ohh, I get it now,” he said, voice going dark. “You’re beggin’ for attention like a spoiled little sow, huh?” You gave him your sweetest smile. “I’m just saying… for someone always puffing his chest and talking big, you sure don’t back it up when it counts.” He was on you in two strides — one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw to make you look up at him.
“The fuck did you just say?” You smirked, breath already hitching. “You heard me. What, mad ‘cause I said it out loud?” “You got no idea what you just started.” Yuma leaned in, lips grazing your ear as his voice dropped into a brutal, low whisper. “You wanna act like a brat? Fine. But I’m gonna fuck that mouthy attitude right outta you.” His breath was hot against your skin, and his fingers moved to grip your hips tightly. “Gonna cry when I break you in?” he taunted, lips dragging along your jaw. “You talk all that shit but you’re shakin’ already.” “I can handle you,” you whispered, though your body betrayed you, already arching toward him. “Oh, baby…” he chuckled darkly, lips brushing your neck now, “you think you can. But once I’m in you deep, hittin’ that spot you can’t run from, you’re gonna sing for me.” With a sudden growl, he tossed you onto the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath you. He loomed above you with that grin — the one that promised ruin — while shrugging off his jacket and yanking his hair tie out, letting the mess of it fall wild around his face.
He crawled on top, dragging his mouth down your neck, over your collarbone, teeth grazing with barely controlled hunger. “You feel that?” he groaned against your skin, pushing his hips against you — slow, hard, threatening. “That’s what you’re about to take. Every inch, every thrust.” You squirmed, heart pounding, half from nerves, half from how feral he felt above you. “Keep talkin’ that crap,” he muttered, gripping your thighs. “Swear to god, I’ll make you say my name ‘til your voice breaks.” You gasped as he rocked into you, the friction igniting your nerves like wildfire. His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Feel me right there, sow? Yeahhh, I know you do,” he grunted, thrusts deep and calculated. “That’s the spot that makes you lose it, huh?” Your moans spilled out, voice wrecked and breathless. “Keep goin’. I got you. You wanted to be handled? I’m fuckin’ handling you.” The bed creaked beneath you both, loud and aggressive — and Yuma didn’t let up. “You talked all that shit earlier. What happened, sow? Can’t even speak now?” You whimpered his name, back arching into him as pleasure raced up your spine. “That’s what I thought,” he hissed, leaning over you, one hand cradling the back of your head. “You’re all mine now. Loud mouth, bratty attitude — I’ll break all of it. Right here, in my fuckin’ bed.” Your breath caught as the heat in your belly hit a fever pitch, every movement from him pushing you closer, closer— “That’s it. Let go,” he growled into your ear. “Fall apart for me.” And you did. You shattered beneath him — a rush of sensation crashing over you, body clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from floating away. Yuma didn’t stop. He kissed you through it, his voice growling against your lips, “That’s it, baby… cry on it. Cry on this cock that you swore couldn’t handle you.”
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The room was a mess — the bed broken, sheets tangled, your clothes half-hanging off the edge like the last remnants of dignity clinging to a storm. And you? You were lying beneath Yuma, your chest heaving, thighs still trembling, mouth slack from the aftershocks rolling through you. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. He leaned back on his knees, dragging his eyes over your wrecked form with a twisted smirk — smug, mean, and so unfairly hot. “Well, well…” he drawled, voice rough from effort but still soaked in power, “you were talkin’ so much earlier. What happened to all that lip, sow?” Your lips parted, but no words came out — just a shaky breath and a weak sound that wasn’t quite a whimper. He snorted. “Nothin’ to say now, huh?” You blinked up at him, body sensitive, every nerve still raw — and yet… something about the way he was looking at you, the way he knew exactly how deep he’d already taken you — it made that fire flicker again. Just a little. “…Yuma,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I’m s–” “Oh no, no no no,” he interrupted, his hand sliding slowly between your legs again, and you jumped. “Don't try that sweet act now,” he murmured, leaning down, his nose brushing yours, his voice dripping with heat and mockery. “You were beggin’ to be handled. You said I couldn’t take it.” His fingers traced over your most sensitive spot, featherlight — but enough to make you squirm with a whimper. “This is what you wanted, right?” he teased. “Pushed me, begged for it, ran that mouth — now look at you. All dumb and shaky under me.” You turned your face, biting your lip — but he grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Nuh-uh. You gonna look at me when you come again.”
“Yuma,” you gasped, voice cracking. “I-I can’t…” He chuckled darkly, tongue clicking as he leaned in, voice velvet and venom. “You can, sweetheart. You will. You’re not gonna tap out now, not when you talked all that shit.” You felt the heat build again — unbearable, unfair, overwhelming — and this time, every thrust of his hips, every breath he growled against your neck, felt like it was too much and still not enough. “Say it,” he rasped, pace unrelenting. “Tell me what you were sayin’ earlier. Come on, sow. Let’s hear it.” You clutched at his arms, nails digging into his skin, your voice trembling as your second climax started to rip through you, every part of you twitching, moaning, breaking under him. “Yuma— Yuma, I’m s-sorry,” you choked, voice high and wrecked. “Damn right you are,” he growled, eyes locked onto your teary, blissed-out expression. “You sorry, baby? Sorry for what?” “For— for saying you couldn’t handle me,” you gasped, legs shaking. He slowed, but didn’t stop — grinding deep, making you cry out again. “You fuckin’ right you’re sorry,” he murmured darkly. “Don’t forget it.” He finally collapsed beside you, dragging you into his arms like something precious, ruined, and wholly his. His lips ghosted over your forehead, damp strands of your hair sticking to your cheeks. “Next time you run your mouth like that,” he whispered, voice hoarse but satisfied, “I’ll remind you twice as hard.” You didn’t answer — couldn’t. You just nodded weakly, letting yourself melt against him as your heart pounded in your ears. And Yuma? He held you close like a man who would burn the world down to keep you exactly where you were — breathless, messy, and his.
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Your body was boneless in his arms, every inch of you spent — thighs sore, lips kiss-swollen, breaths still shallow from the storm you’d just weathered together. Yuma didn’t say much right away. He just pulled the blanket over your shoulders, tucking it around you like a cocoon while his large hand rubbed soft, lazy circles into your lower back. His other arm lay draped across your hips, protective and heavy, like he was anchoring you to the bed. To him. You shifted slightly, eyes barely open. “Yuma…” “Shh,” he mumbled, voice gravelly and low, “I know, sow. I know. Don’t push yourself.” You felt the pad of his thumb wipe the corner of your eye — a stray tear he hadn’t missed. He tilted your chin, just enough to press a soft, grounding kiss to your forehead. His usual cocky smirk was long gone. In its place was something quieter, heavier — a look that said you’re mine, not just in lust, but in the stillness after. “You did so fuckin’ good,” he whispered, breath fanning across your cheek. “Took all of me. Let me ruin you like that.” You let out a tired breath, curling into him. “You didn’t ruin me…” Yuma let out a soft scoff, amused. “Nah, baby. I did. But in the way you like.” He nuzzled into your temple, voice dropping to a gentle rasp. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere after that, you hear me?” “I wasn’t going anywhere anyway,” you murmured. “Good.” He kissed your shoulder this time, lingering there.
“Stay mine.”
I been waiting to post this T_T
🦊Vixen Character's info🦊
This is pretty much basic info about her, but thanks to an ask I realized that I never posted any information about her heh
Name: Valentina Vixen
Age: 16
Birthday: October 29
Status: Alive
Race: Human Fox
Gender: Female
Weight: 56 kg
Height: 165 cm
Hair color: Dark brown Cooper with red under lights
Eyes color: cognac brown
Occupation: 1st year Student at Ryoutei Academy
Relatives: Unknown
Favorite food: Salad
Hobbies: Gardening / Painting
✨🦊Outifits🦊✨
Her three basic outfits, Casual, School Uniform and More Blood's Casual outfit
I'll be editing this post when I get the time to write down more info about her 🦊
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The biggest fan. ♡
I love you so much, boyfriends. I wanted to try chibis in Satoi’s style again, but this time in a more canonical and not so simple way. I still have to perfect it, but I think it turned out pretty nice and I’m proud of it. 🧑🏻🩷