#this is so old

[mimiishii]

dude get back to work

[umib34]

Old horse Marcille for those who enjoyed my horse Senshi

[soiers]

forgot to post this short animatic

[moratcha]

beach dayyy

[applesandaxes]

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍

"Yoichi...why are you in my bed.?"

The knife you had originally planned to plunge into the stranger under your covers— was now pressed between yours and Nagumo's palms. He had you pinned, his fingers wrapped around your wrists— holding them down on either side of your head and squishing the pillow beneath.

You blink up at him a few times and he smiles lazily. "What do you mean?"

What do you mean, 'what do I mean'

You roll your eyes at his faux innocence, still questioning the shirtless (?) assassin on top of you. "Why are you in my bed?" You repeat, "How did you even get in my home?" Your eyebrows pin together in confusion, mentally mapping out any other possible ways into your apartment besides the front door.

"I have a key!"

The fuck?

"Get off me." Your face drops and he pouts slightly, but it's short-lived when he rolls off you, plopping back into 'his' spot next to you with a grin. He hands you back the blade and you toss it on the nightstand beside you before turning back to him. "Get out???" You say as if it's obvious. (well it is...to anyone but him.) He ignores you, curling onto his side.

You let out a loud, drawn out sigh, eyes staring at the ceiling. "You could at least sleep on the couch." You don't even know why you bother trying. "Or better yet! Your own bed at your own place!" You gasp, sarcasm overly present in your tone.

When you glance at him once more, his face is snuggled into one of your fluffy pillows, eyes pressed shut.

"Go sleep on the couch."

His eyes peek open at your words and theres a beat of silence where you pray that you've won.

"but it's cooooold." He whines childishly and you feel your eye twitch, three seconds away from punching him in the throat. You roll on your side, facing away from him.

"Yoichi please..." You groan. Why the fuck am I begging in my own home? "I want to sleep, it's the middle of the night and i'm tired." Your nights drag on as it is, barely able to fall asleep in the first place. Let alone one with the tattooed man who crawled his way into your sheets without you knowing.

"Then be too tired to care."

His voice is low and you tense. One of his arms snakes around your torso, easily tugging you back across the bed and into his chest. You let out a shaky breath, unsure of what to do with the intimacy of the situation. And your mind really goes blank when he tucks in face in the crook of your neck from behind. His nose is pressed against your shoulder and your skin ignites under his soft breath.

He won.

[mtfferson]

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