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partyofwords · 8 months

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Older Sister Yamada ~ *Ichiro Yamada*

Summary: Ever since you've started dating Ichiro, you've taken on the role of older sister of the Yamada Brothers. Each night is crazy, but it's times like this that makes you happy to have that role.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 830

Warning: double entendre, making out, gets steamy towards the end.

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Upon entering their apartment, the two younger Yamada brothers were greeted with the smell of food. Jiro could feel his mouth water and Saburo closed his eyes and hummed in delight. It seemed their oldest brother was making dinner already. Which was good, as they were both starving.

“It smells amazing, Nii-chan.” Jiro called out, dropping his backpack off at the door.

Both brothers were surprised to see you peak around the corner with a cheerful smile. “I’m happy to hear it, Jiro. Ichiro stepped out for a minute, but he should be back soon. Dinner’s not ready yet, so the two of you have time to get started on your homework.”

“Ah, what?” Jiro whined, which made Saburo laugh.

“You need all the help you can, so you better get to work.”

“HUH? WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“HEY!” You pointed the spoon you were cooking at them threateningly. “If you two are just going to cause trouble, you can take it outside. I just cleaned this place.”

Both boys dropped their fists and hung their heads. “We’re sorry.”

“Mhmm.” You tsked under your breath before returning to the stove. “Dinner should be ready to go in about twenty minutes. Ichiro should be back around that time, so let’s see how much you can get done in that time. Whoever gets the most work done will get extra dessert.”

That seemed to satisfy them both as they scrambled to get out their homework and get to work. You kept a chuckle to yourself as you continued cooking. It seemed the bargaining strategies you also used with Ichiro seemed to work with his brothers as well. You’d have to save this information for later so you could exploit the hell out of it.

As the twenty minutes passed by, you’d occasionally have to scold the boys for bickering too loudly, but it went pretty smoothly. Dinner smelled divine and you were ready to dish it out when the door to the apartment opened again.

“Ichi-nii! I got all of my homework done faster than Jiro!” Saburo called out to his oldest brother.

“HEY!” Jiro shot back at him. “I got all of my homework done too!”

“Not as fast as me. That means I’ll get more dessert tonight!”

“LIKE HELL!”

“WANNA PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS?!”

“GUYS!” Ichiro finally shouted over the two of them before sighing. “I’m proud of you both for getting your work done so quickly. But what do you mean extra dessert tonight?”

Saburo pointed to the kitchen, where you were finishing up dinner. “Y/n said.”

You weren’t really paying attention to the brothers behind you, which is why you jumped when you felt Ichiro hug you from behind, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Smells good, babe.”

“Good, I’m glad. If you want to help me serve it, I’ll give you some extra dessert tonight as well.”

He hummed against your shoulder, understanding your double entendre. “You always know exactly what to say. When the boys are in bed tonight, I’ll take that dessert.”

“Get a room, you two!” Jiro groaned.

You felt Ichiro tense against you and you laughed. “Don’t tell me the great Yamada Ichiro is embarrassed about a little playful teasing!”

“Shut up.”

“Alright, alright. Dinner is getting cold. So let’s eat!”

Pulling away from Ichiro, you handed a plate to Saburo. Ichiro grabbed Jiro’s plate and the four of you ate together at the small kitchen table. Conversation came easy, as you all talked about your days and the new anime that was coming out in less than a month that all three boys were excited to start watching. Jiro was annoyed to see Saburo get his extra dessert, but you managed to sneak him some more when he flashed some pleading eyes. Ichiro winked at you but kept his mouth shut.

Anyone outside looking in would think the four of you made a perfect family. And it was nights like this that made you believe the same. It really was the perfect night.

After watching some TV with the boys, Ichiro shooed Jiro and Saburo to bed. Of course they complained, but you simply told them that if they stayed, they’d have to watch you and Ichiro snuggle together. That easily got them off to bed without further delay.

When Ichiro was sure they wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon, he hovered over you. “So, about that extra dessert?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you promised.”

“I suppose I did.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “But I gotta say, tonight was the perfect night.”

He hummed against your lips, holding you close. “You’re right. Days like this, I think you’d be the perfect older sister to Jiro and Saburo.”

You chuckled. “Slow down, Ichi. Put a ring on it first and then we can talk about being the older sister to your brothers.”

“I intend to, someday.” He mumbled.

“I can’t wait for someday.”

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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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Hello! I really loved your Gentaro stuff and I wanted to request a nsfw scenario in which he finds out that his gf loves cats and she decides to bring that to the bedroom (not anything extreme master/pet thing, just something different with his s/o) hopefully that made sense and thank you!

Kitten Licks (Gentaro Yumeno x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻! 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :]

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗴𝘀, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It was his idea. It came from the increase in cat videos you had been showing to him throughout random points of the day. Though that didn’t change the fact that it was all his idea.

“Hmm…keep sucking…just like that…”

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t get your fun too.

The salty taste of precum is filling your mouth as your flick against the head of his dick and remembers to pay special attention to the very tip like you’ve learned to do so long ago. Your jaw aches and your mouth grows tired. You know that at any point in time, you could stop. At any point in time, you could take the chance to pull your mouth away and to lick a long, long, long stripe from base to head for show. To spend a few minutes pumping his cock in your hand to give yourself a break. It’ll give you a chance to properly catch your breath- something you haven’t done in a while. It’ll also give you the chance to wipe your face of the mess of precum and salvia that sucking him off has left you with. But you know it would be meaningless the second you decided to duck your head back down and to wrap your lips around his cock once more. Besides, you haven’t quite had all your fun yet.

Not to the same level he’s had his fun with you, at least…

Still, it doesn’t change the way how you want so badly to look up right now. You want so badly to see more of him right now. To watch the face that twists up and to stare at lips that let each soft sound- each desperate word- flow out. To glance at the hand that’s tangled through your hair right now as he combs his long fingers as much as he wants. And to try to turn your gaze to see the hand now buried in your pussy, just below the shiny new tail plug he brought out for you mere minutes ago. At least, see as much as you could.

Your position is compromising. It’s domineered and controlled in the silent, crafty way only Gentaro could pull off this effortlessly. Though you have minimal complaints. In fact, you’re more than eager to keep going. He has you sitting pretty across his body on your forearms and your knees. Head down as you continue to suck and suck and suck his dick with all the enthusiasm in the world. Ass up as he takes his time curling his fingers inside of you before pulling them out again. Sometimes just to play with your clit. Sometimes to press his fingers back inside of your warm, wet pussy one more. And sometimes, to play with the tail.

The tail. It’s all you can ever think about lately. The tail.

It’s your first time trying something like that. His first time ever suggesting it. Though he seemed more than confident that you would be modeling the small, fluffy white tail for him before the night grows old. You were unsure at first. It had been a thought that crossed your mind once or twice in the past. But it had stayed beneath buried thoughts for so, so long. After all, how could you ever think of something new when Gentaro gives you everything you could ever want?

Yet he won you over with quietly hummed praises and promises. He told you how cute you would look for him if you wore it. He told you how much he adored the idea of seeing you in it. Of helping you put it in. Of helping you taking it out. Of making you wear it all hours of the day. Of taking you to the point where your body begins to miss it. Begins to crave it. But most of all?

Of making you- the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon- even prettier as he toys, and toys, and toys with your body. With you.

And so, he swapped his poetic tone for one more suitable for such vulgar yet picturesque words. Whispering to you all kinds of stories and ideas, and hymns and poems in between kisses as he took the reigns once more. And he told you all the things he wanted to do to you. The faces he wanted to see on you. The sounds he wanted to hear from you. The positions he wanted to keep you in. The places he wanted to fuck you in. All of it, brand, brand new like a freshly awoken phoenix from the ashes.

With all the fiery passion of one too. But you weren’t surprised by his words. You couldn’t be after being with him for almost two years now. He always knew the right words to say to make you comfortable. To make you feel safe and warm. To feel loved and desired. To feel wanted. And in this moment?

To feel excited. Because of this moment. Because of this relationship. Because of this encounter. Because of him. And because of this tail.

And just how well you’ve been taking it.

So one minute you’re kissing him sweetly- taking up his every challenge when he attempts to deepen the kiss. The next minute, you’re on top of the bed, lying on your back. Your clothes had long been discarded. Tossed in some corner of the room. Possibly the same one as Gentaro’s. Not that you would know, though. Because you were currently far too busy being folded and half and looking past his messy bangs just to stare into those beautiful green eyes of his. All while he pushes the tail plug deeper and deeper and deeper inside your puckered little hole. Drinking up all the little whines and whimpers you let out he took his time preparing and playing with you. Drinking it all up because it was all for him and him alone to enjoy.

Eventually, the dust settles. And it’s around that time that you find that you’re no longer moaning because the stretch is unfamiliar. The change is subtle. It keeps up on you before you could even realize that it’s there. Yet Gentaro knows. He knows you too well. He knows your body too well. Because all too soon, he’s pulling you into his lap. He’s guiding you into position. The prettiest voice saying the prettiest words as he gently plays with your new tail and lets your fingers wrap around his rock-hard cock. And now?

The prettiest voice is making the prettiest sounds as you take his dick in your mouth and you suck on it hard. After all, he got you in this tail, didn’t he?

So what’s the harm in you having a little fun too?

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justanotherniky · 2 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Multi Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Arisugawa Dice/Yumeno Gentaro, Nurude Sasara/Tsutsujimori Rosho, Aohitsugi Nemu & Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu & Yamada Ichiro Characters: Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu, Yamada Ichiro, Yumeno Gentaro, Arisugawa Dice, Nurude Sasara, Tsutsujimori Rosho, Harai Kuko, Kadenokoji Ichijiku Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - High School, Humor, Comedy, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Aohitsugi Nemu is a Little Shit, rosho is so done, hitoya is a janitor and a plot device Language: English Words: 9635

Summary: It's a tough gig being a student at Chuuoku High. For a number of reasons, most of which are why it’s tough to be a student at any high school - but in Chuuoku High, you’ve got to pick a side. Okay, no, maybe you don’t. Not really.

or: Samatoki and Ichiro being gay disasters, among other people and things. Welcome to Chuuoku High!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53952652

My longest fic yet and it's a silly thing inspired by some of the recent ARB events and that damned (affectionate) anime Bucchigiri!? I swear I may as well be possessed by the genies myself.

As usual thanks to Anna @fullmetalgirl98 for the header and the support and the screaming sessions over this thing :3

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic fanfiction #hypnosis microphone #samaichi #ichisama #aohitsugi samatoki #yamada ichiro #fanfiction #anime #manga

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lake-archive · 6 days

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Gambling Buddy

AO3 Link - CATZ Discography - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Dice Arisugawa, Ann Wolff (OC)

Synopsis: A special occasion calls for a special surprise! Well, or so Dice likes to claim…

Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Pre-Second Division Rap Battle (Hypnosis Mic), Post-First Division Rap Battle (Hypnosis Mic), Gambling, First Dates, Developing Relationship, Established Relationship, Developing Friendships, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited

Words: 1,583

It had only been one meeting before this one yet Dice couldn’t help himself. When having spotted his buddy’s ‘sis’ he originally just wanted to walk up to them and greet them. Mainly because he could and the two were buddies by default, weren’t they? And yet… One good look from afar and he could already see that their mood was… Anything but pleasant. In fact they seemed to be a little… Nervous, if that was the right word.

And even if not one could clearly see that they were agitated, one way or another. He had seen them pacing back and forth, looking around all over the place and being easily startled by the tiniest of sounds. Heck, they even flinched when having bumped into someone by accident.

“ Hey, be more careful! ”

“ S… Sorry! ”

They were doing anything but peachy. Didn’t take a genius to figure it out to be honest. One would usually just shrug it off however and let that person cool down. But not Dice! Honestly, he had only seen it for five seconds and was already a little irritated, one way or another. And thus he had not even thought about it twice when approaching the person, walking over while being right behind them before placing an arm onto one of their shoulders.

“Yo Ann!” Were the first two words he said to them. And yet maybe that had not been the best approach. He felt them jump, right in place, and let out a quick high pitched shriek, as if scared to their very bones. Their face turned quickly, their eyes as if indicating that they had seen and or expected a ghost right behind them… Yet seemed to drop all the same when seeing the face of the gambler right then and there.

“D… Dice… It’s you…” They said, then letting out a quick, soft sigh of relief. “Don’t startle me like that.”

“Startle? This? Didn’t know ya were such a scaredy cat.” He joked, even letting out a quick laughter for a moment. “But that’s ‘sides the point. You up to somethin’?”

They only looked at him for a moment, as if trying to find the right words or something like that. The tense expression was still all there however, not fading away anytime soon. And yet they tried to come off as calm all the same, making their entire posture just awkward to look at. No, almost painful. “M… Me!? N… No! Nothing at all! Haha!” They even answered, forcing it literally out of their mouth. “Why do you ask!? Huh!?”

Something was up here, wasn’t it? “Just curious. ‘cuz you look… Uh… How do I say this?” Yeah, how was he going to explain this!? He could just say it flatout but that might get him in hot water. Besides, they would just deny it or something, wouldn’t they? It would help no one in the long run. They would still remain as tense as ever, wouldn’t they? Hmm… Ah, wait! “Nevermind that actually. You said you’re free, right?”

“Huh? W… Well… I didn’t say exactly that but… Kind of. Why—”

And before they could finish he just suddenly grabbed them by the arm and dragging them off, a wide grin on his face as he did so. “Alright! Let's hit the next best parlor! I’ve kinda missed havin’ a gambling buddy with me!” All so upbeat and he was just thinking about it honestly.

“Eh!? Gambling buddy!? But I’ve never— Hey! I didn’t agree to anything! Dice? Are you listening!? Dice!? Ey!” And yet, even with their attempts to escape they couldn’t. In the end they were just dragged along after all.

Once there the objective was more than simple, have fun betting everything away! For sure, the big jackpot today! Well… So he says but… Nothing has happened as of yet. Instead, he was losing over and over again. And over and over and—

It was getting frustrating really fast, enough for Dice to bang his head against the slot machine he had been sitting in front of for some time, visibly defeated. Talk about robbing all of his motivation… No, literally. This was infuriating, to say the least. And Dice was so certain, enough that he had ignored the warnings of the person right behind him.

“Are you ready to give up now?” Ann asked him, their tone a little dry. Dice glanced a little to the side to see their matching blank expression to that, only leaving him to groan for a second.

“Give up? Never. Not when I’m so close!”

“Close? I… Wouldn’t call that close but—”

“If I give up now I might miss out y’know!” He protested, lifting his head back up and shooting his gaze right at them, first looking more than determined yet shortly after he dropped his head yet again. “If I had the money that is…”

“You spend it all on a slot machine?” They asked him, sounding anything but impressed.

And all he did was nod. “Yeah… Hey, ya got—”

“I won’t let you borrow any money of mine.” A cut and dry answer made him lift his head up and freeze right in his seat for a second.

“You’re cold…”

“A student can only earn so much, especially with a cat to take care of.”

“N… Not even a small amount?”

“No, not even a small amount.”

It left Dice to let out a sigh. Ann was hard to bargain with it seemed. A very stubborn person overall huh… Well, if they won’t let him borrow anything…

He got up all of a sudden, shortly after calming down from the sudden shock, then rubbing the back of his head. “Guess I’ll call it a day then.” He said, though was clearly annoyed. Damn it, seriously… Just damn it. “You wanna give it a shot then?”

“Huh? Me?” They asked, tilting their head for a short moment. “Uhm… No thanks. I got nothing on me anyway.”

“Wait, for real? Say so earlier!” Was that why they didn’t let him borrow money!? … No, they probably wouldn’t have done so anyways.

“I… Never carry around much. Only enough for a few coffees maybe.” They admitted, as if sounding embarrassed now. “And I never need more than that if I go out. So—”

Yet as they explained it one way or another they were interrupted with a sudden stomach grumble… And then it kicked all back in, Dice remembering the past few days. And once he noticed he had to hold onto his stomach and he also dropped onto his knees, all weak. Damn, this felt like a kick in the guts! And he wasn’t even kicked to begin with!

It was apparently enough to get their attention, judging from their voice. “Hey! What’s wrong!? Did you eat something wrong!?”

“I wish…” He responded… Anything between his teeth sounded good just about now. “It’s empty.”

“Empty? Wha— Wait, are you saying that you ate nothing for a while?”

“W… Well… I was hoping to win enough for a feast but…”

He could almost hear that head shake in that voice. “You ate nothing but decide to gamble the money you had from somewhere away. Seriously?”

“Ey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

“You’re serious too… It can’t be helped then, even if Ole doesn’t like strangers inside the house.”

“Eh? What do you—”

“Get up, you’re coming home with me. Eli should have leftovers in the fridge from last dinner. Said I could take them with me tomorrow but you might need it more than me…”

Hearing that made him tilt his head up in one swoop, eyes wide and mouth already drooling. Hearing the sound of that, a master chef’s cooking… And he could have it!? “Y… You sure? I—”

“Yeah, I’m sure… Even if you technically dragged me—”

But no chance to finish that! It overcame him from one moment to the next yet Dice shot right back up onto his feet and just took Ann in his arms. There was not much of a meaning behind it, he was just overjoyed hearing that. It just overcame him, to say the least. “You’re a lifesaver! Did anyone tell ya that!?”

He could feel them struggle for a moment, perhaps overwhelmed by it, yet he had them basically squished against him, their face against his chest in fact so he could not see their expression to begin with. “D… Dice… This…” They even tried to say something yet seemed to have given up in the end. “N… Nevermind just… Let’s get going, please. Before anyone gets the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea?” He first asked yet then noticed, quickly letting go. But he was not embarrassed, not really at least. “Whoops! Sorry ‘bout that!”

“I… It’s fine… Yeesh, a tight grip for a starving man.”

“Oi, I couldn’t help it y’know. Force of habit.”

They only looked at him, a little skeptical yet decided not to question it further it seemed. “Nevermind. Let’s just get going.”

It sure took a different turn than expected, to say the least. And yet, maybe it worked in its own right. After all, Ann seemed less agitated, more relaxed overall. So those turns of events may have helped them out more than expected.

Thus the plan was a success and Dice himself was getting something out of it! It may not be the jackpot he had hoped for but a win is a win… Right?

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miscellaneousfanficwriter · 2 years

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discotenny · 7 months

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An epidemic!

Had Gentaro brain rot first thing in the morning, my bad guys.

A bit steamy at the end ehe. Feel free to think of ways this could go after ✨😝😝

TLDR: Gentaro makes up bs just so you’ll kiss him

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“Ah, dearest, come quick! I’m afraid I’ve come upon some terrible news!”

You had just gotten home- but the urgency in your lover’s voice makes you make your way to the bedroom where he lies. With the TV playing an unintelligible news broadcast- part of you is expecting something genuinely terrible.

Inside you see Gentaro lying down, seeming already have prepared the futon for you two to rest. Beside him is a lamp, a suited partner for the book in his hand.

“Why, do you see this broadcast! It’s saying there’s an epidemic of people my age falling ill due to not getting enough attention!” As he finishes his exclamation, he lets out a sigh. He then covers his mouth with his book as he stares at your form.

Your eyes turn to the TV screen beside you and see a basic cooking show playing on it. A small smile finds itself on your face as you look at him with a raised brow- “Oh really now?” You say.

“It seems you’ve missed the report,” his sneaky eyes dart away from you. He sighs longingly once more. “But, if you care- they say the only way to avoid this sudden tragedy would be to cuddle your partner after a long day of not being together…” He lets out another, long, dramatic sigh. “Again, if you care…”

The game he’s playing is one you’ve gone through many times before. “Why, if you were to get sick that would be a tragedy!” Hopeful eyes perk up at your words. “What would the symptoms of this illness be?”

“Ah~” You move closer to him and the book lowers from his mouth. “Well, from what I recall-“

“Longing eyes~” Even though you’re still in your day clothes he looks as you as if you’re the most alluring thing in the world.

“Go on,” You sit beside him on the futon and his eyes darken with something curious. A smug smile reveals itself from the corners of pages.

“Wistful thoughts~” The book lowers completely and it takes everything for you to not obviously focus on his lips.

“What else?” But it seems like Gentaro doesn’t care about being obvious.

“Deep sighs-“ At this you chuckle and he leans in slightly.

“And?” He feels your hot breath on his cold lips- so, so close to touching.

“A 100+ degree fever-“ You chuckle at his humor but he consumes it with a kiss. Gentaro pulls you closer, messing up the carefully prepared sheets. You’re caught for what seems like minutes in the middle of passionate, longing, lovesick kissing before you break for air.

“You know Gen, if you missed me you could’ve just said so~” You tease, a hand moving his brown locks from his eyes.

“Why, isn’t that what I’m doing now?” He looks at you with such softness it makes you fluster for a moment.

He pulls you into a kiss once more, a smile on his face as he brings a hand to your hip.

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Writing for him is silly I would love to do it more myeheheh

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hanahaki270 · 1 month

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Start Writing Scenes & Headcannons

I want to start writing head cannons and fanfics for anime and shit but I don’t even know where to start. I’ve had tumblr for ages but I’ve only ever used it to read and not to post, so if anyone has any tips on how to start and format things please lmk!

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justaliddolwriter · 6 months

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Summary: When Ramuda was first created, they ran many experiments on him. Experiments that caused unfortunate side effects. Experiments that he wished he could forget about. Unfortunately, even years later, one particular side effect came back to haunt him.

Or Ramuda very rarely experiences atonic seizures (One-shot)

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Samatoki Aohitsugi, Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada, Saburo Yamada, Jakurai Jinguji

tw: vomiting, mild descriptions of blood, mild injury, possible medical inaccuracies

“Guysss! I’m bored! Let’s go out and do something fun!”

“But we are doing something. It’s called relaxing, Raumda. You should try it, see how it works out for you.” Samatoki grumbled, leaning deeper into the couch.

Ramuda bounced over to one of the vacant seats and dramatically collapsed onto his back, heaving a loud sigh.

“Ahh, but where’s the fun in that?” The fashion designer whined, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Now Amemura, we’re all exhausted after the tournament, not to mention the large celebration we just had.” Jakurai smiled fondly at the smaller man's feigned melodrama.

“Yeah!” Ichiro chimed in, seated in between both of his younger brothers, “Today was a busy day for all of us! We should try to take it chill for the rest of the night.”

“I guess you have a point…” Ramuda sulked.

The rappers – aside from Samatoki who had likely fallen asleep – partook in idle conversation, reminiscing over the matches that day and any memorable instances they had.

“–and then, we drove back like nothing ever happened!” Ramuda burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, the others joining in briefly, still somewhat fond of the shorter man’s contagious joy despite tension of the past.

“Fling Posse seems to be working out well for you, Ramuda.” Ichiro said, smiling.

Ramuda had always intrigued Ichiro and his brothers. Back in their TDD days, the fashion designer had inadvertently developed a sort of “fun uncle” disposition towards Saburo and Jiro, single handedly filling the gaping hole left behind by their lowlife of a father. Even if the group had disbanded and parted ways, it was always enjoyable to see his friends’ over-the-top positivity and energy.

“Hehe~ They sure are great, huh!” Ramuda smiled back, pulling another lolli out of his pocket and skillfully unwrapping it.

“You know, your teeth are going to fall out with how much candy you eat every day.” Jakurai grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the amount of sugar Ramuda must ingest in a single day.

“Not before yours do first, old man!” Ramuda’s cheerful smile morphed into a devilish smirk, finding enjoyment at pushing and prodding at the doctors’ sensitive buttons.

The two batted harmless insults at each other, fascinating the onlookers, especially Jiro and Saburo, who had never seen such a rebellion from Ramuda’s usual cheery antics.

At that moment, as Ramuda leaned forward from his seat on the couch to sneer at Jakurai, he halted mid sentence, his eyes gaining a distant look. Jakurai, ever the quick-thinker, recognized the unfocused gaze, but before he could react properly, Ramuda’s head dropped and his body tilted forward into the wooden coffee table.

“Ramuda!!”

A loud thud filled the previously pleasant atmosphere with dread as Jakurai rushed towards the unconscious form on the floor.

Samatoki had been startled awake from the ruckus, rapidly blinking the lingering sleep from his eyes.

“What happened!?” He asked, shooting up from his resting position.

Jakurai was almost at a loss as Ramuda had been acting entirely normal – as normal as Ramuda could at least – until that very moment. However, noting Ramuda’s weakened, occasionally twitching limbs, drooping eyelids, and, of course, how abruptly he dropped, the skilled doctor deduced the smaller man was likely experiencing an atonic seizure (that is, if clones are even susceptible to having seizure disorders).

Nonetheless, he made a mental note to time it, while pushing the offending coffee table away from Ramuda’s body should he unwillingly jerk his head into one of the legs by accident. Jakurai noticed blood leaking rapidly from the head wound sustained against the hardwood table, quickly staining the carpet beneath Ramuda.

“Ichiro, get me all of your rags, the cleanest ones you can find. I need to stem the bleeding.” Jakurai shuffled off his white jacket, bundling it up and pressing it against Ramuda’s wounded temple. “Do you have a first aid kit?” Ichiro nodded and hurried to retrieve the needed items.

Ramuda should be coming out of it soon as atonic seizures typically last around 15 seconds, though not being human adds an unknown variable to the situation.

“Saburo, can you call for his teammates to come over? I feel it’s necessary to inform them of the situation.” Jakurai said as Ichiro returned with clean rags and a first aid kit, replacing the bloodied jacket. Fortunately, it didn’t look like Ramuda needed any stitches for the contusion. Head wounds almost always look worse than they are.

Saburo nodded at his request, pulling his phone out, “Is he gonna be ok?” He asked, worried for the older man.

“He should be just fine.” Jakurai nodded with a gentle smile to ease the youngest of the group. “It appears he had a minor seizure. He should be coming to in a moment.”

Though he wished he could fathom just why this occurred so suddenly. In all of his years of knowing him, Ramuda had never had seizures or displayed symptoms of epilepsy.

“A seizure?” Samatoki furrowed his eyebrows. “Amemura doesn’t get seizures.”

“Yeah, he’s never mentioned having any health problems either.” Jiro chimed in.

“I have to admit, I am as surprised as you all.” The doctor sighed. He felt Ramuda shift under his hand, groaning softly.

Jakurai removed the sullied rags as the bleeding had finally stopped, just barely beading up around the edges.

“Amemura.” Jakurai started slowly, catching the pink haired man’s delayed attention who made no move to get up. “You’ve just had a seizure and injured your head.”

Ramuda blinked sluggishly at that, feeling soreness stem from the base of his neck, likely from the whiplash of diving headfirst into solid wood.

“Wha…?” He groaned again, his brain feeling foggy. “A seizure…?” His heart felt cold for a moment at the implications of what that could mean for him and faintly remembered his time in the lab.

Pushing aside that thought for a moment, Ramuda struggled to place his legs underneath him, pushing himself up on wobbly arms with Jakurai’s assistance. He slowly made his way to a seated position on the couch, heavily leaning back. Now properly aligned, Jakurai was able to bandage Ramuda’s wound and helped clean his face from the remaining dried blood on his cheek and tangled in his hair.

While he worked, he made sure Ramuda didn’t sustain a concussion as well which, unfortunately, seemed to be the case.

The others looked on in worry – or in Samatoki’s case, apparent frustration – as Jakurai tended to his new patient. They had never seen the younger man in such a vulnerable state, so confused and helpless.

Saburo had called Yumeno Gentaro and briefly explained the situation. He promised that himself and Dice would be arriving as soon as possible.

Ramuda’s face suddenly turned green, alerting the onlookers of what was clearly about to take place. He slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed himself up. Luckily, a bin was shoved into his lap just as he lost the battle against the intense onslaught of nausea. Ramuda choked on the burning acid and remnants of the previous celebratory dinner, completely emptying his stomach into the trash bin. He felt hands – likely Jakurai’s – pull his pink hair from his face and smaller hands rub soothing circles into his back.

Tears burned his eyes, mostly from embarrassment but also because of the sheer pain the act of throwing up could cause, exasperating his head wound and intensifying his dizziness.

Alongside his eyes, Ramuda felt his chest burn too but for a much different reason. A familiar feeling usually accompanied by a bloody coughing fit. He noticed specks of blood littering the mess in the container he held tightly onto.

Haphazardly putting down the bin, Ramuda aimlessly grappled for the lollipop he had previously unwrapped, though it had likely found its new home on the floor. Instead, he opted to open a new one, pulling his lifesaver from his right jacket pocket and clumsily fumbling with the wrapper.

Just as he had managed to get it unwrapped, Jakurai gently grabbed his hand. Ramuda’s gaze shot up to meet the doctor’s, silently pleading with him to let go. He tasted iron on his tongue.

“Please…” Ramuda choked out quietly.

Jakurai opened his mouth to chide the man child for thinking about candy during such an inappropriate circumstance; however, Ramuda’s eyes told a different story. The desperation was apparent from the crack in his voice and the faint shimmer in his eyes. He hesitantly let go, trusting his former teammate.

Ramuda visibly relaxed, shoving the candy in between his teeth with a ‘click’. The flavor instantly washed away the acid and blood taste from his tongue while the burning in his chest subsided.

“Amemura, how are you feeling now?” Jakurai asked.

“A little dizzy. And tired.” Ramuda gruffly admitted, not usually one to expose his feelings. However, the seriousness of the current circumstance seemed to tame his ego.

“Have you had seizures before? Or take any prescription medication?” The doctor questioned.

“Actually… I have had one before. A really long time ago, back when I was…younger. But I haven’t had another one since just now, and I’ve never been medicated for it.” Ramuda didn’t enjoy thinking back to the ‘lab days’ when he was first created. He had experienced the seizure as a bad side effect during one of their ‘sessions’. The memory itself was still fuzzy, but he was still aware it had occurred.

“It may be wise to monitor you for a few days. Seizures like this are very dangerous should you suddenly drop, especially if you are standing.”

“I agree with the doc on that one.” Ichiro spoke up for the first time, reminding Jakurai and Ramuda of the group's presence.

“Whaaaa? I-It’s no big deal, you guys!” Ramuda forced some energy into his words, attempting and failing to sound reassuring. “It was probably just like… a one-time thing… or something.” Jakurai stared, unimpressed at the ridiculous theory.

“At the very least seek medication. It’d be very unfortunate should you collapse during a performance and be disqualified.” The medical professional reasoned. Ramuda donned a thoughtful expression as he genuinely contemplated the advice.

After a moment of being lost in thought, he came to the painful conclusion that the old man was… right. Even if there was a chance that the medication wouldn’t work on an artificial lifeform, there wasn’t much else he could do.

“Fine…” He pouted childishly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest and looking away from Jakurai.

They all ended up helping to clean up the mess as the overall tension in the air finally started to lift. Meanwhile, Jakurai, who deemed himself Ramuda’s personal doctor, discussed the procedure to start medication. Ramuda, of course, was disgruntled, half listening to his new primary doctor. Soon after, Gentaro and Dice showed up, practically barging into the door to see if their leader was good and well. Jakurai gladly explained the situation in more detail as well as gave them symptoms in Ramuda to look out for.

Despite past grievances held among each other, the group of rappers found it possible to push all of the drama aside and aid the beloved fashion designer.

Maybe being ‘human’ wasn’t so bad after all.

#first fic woooooo #not beta read #hope you enjoy #its not great but im happy w it n e ways #hypnosis mic #hypmic #fanfiction #ramuda amemura #samatoki aohitsugi #jakurai jinguji #ichiro yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #gentaro yumeno #dice arisugawa

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archives-of-camelot · 2 months

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Old Wounds

CATZ Discography

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Eli (OC), Ann Wolff (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Synopsis: Ann begins to wonder about their mysterious friend. Despite spending some time together, there isn't a whole lot they know about him.

As nosy as it seems, they're determined to figure it out...even if it means asking him themselves.

Where but one of many veils are pulled away...

Tags: Major Original Character(s), Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Platonic Relationship, Secrets, Canon Compliant, During Canon, Canon Era, Canon Universe, POV Original Character, POV Third Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Genderqueer Character

Track List:

Track 1 - Track 2 - Track 3 - Track 4

#Archives of Camelot #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc

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ramudamemura · 2 months

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for some reason this is a link to chapter 1 not to chapter 2 but

go read it!!!

#OR DONT lmao just be nice whatever you do #hypmic #hypnosis mic #fling poly #fanfiction #my fics #fling posse

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modern-oedipus · 2 years

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I was writing a JakuRamu fic after 7 months of procrasinating and I forgot the word immature and I instead said unadultly

I have never felt more JakuRamu in my life ever

#ao3 #hypmic #hypnosis mic #jakuramu #ramujaku #jakurai jinguji #ramuda amemura #jakurai x ramuda #ramuda x jakurai #fanfiction #writing #home #home all stars #jinguji jakurai #amemura ramuda #unadultly

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partyofwords · 8 months

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I'm Not Afraid of You ~ *Ichiro Yamada*

Summary: Ichiro has the biggest crush on you, his new employee. And his brother’s are trying and failing to hype him up to talk to you.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 1386

Warning: Jiro and Saburo are a little OOC

Masterlist

A/N: There needs to be more flustered, lovesick Ichiro fics. This is my contribution.

Despite what anyone says, Ichiro was not scared of her. No, never, not in a million years. He was Ichiro Yamada, manager of Odd-Jobs Yamada, a very prominent and respected business. There was no way he was scared of his new employee.

Which is why it confused his brothers to no end to see him practically cowering from her every time she so much as looked in his general direction. Ichiro was never like this, no matter where they were with him. Even amongst criminals and other dangerous people, he was as cool as a cucumber. Yet with her presence so much as in the same room as him, he was jittery and jumpy, as if a ghost were about to pop up out of nowhere and scare him right out of his skin.

“Are you okay, Ichi-nii?” Saburo asked as she was sent out of Ichiro’s office on an errand.

He was straightening up as he frowned. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been acting as if something, or rather someone, was out to get you.”

His big brother laughed, though it sounded strained. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m completely fine. Hey, why don’t the three of us go and get dinner together? We haven’t done that in a while.”

Saburo nodded slowly, unsure of his brother’s odd behavior. “Sure, Ichi-nii…”

“Excellent! Sounds like a great idea!”

Saburo pursed his lips as the two of them grabbed Jiro and headed for the nearest convenience store. The two younger brother’s glanced at each other before staring at Ichiro. He still seemed a little shaken up about the whole interaction with her. And someone had to do something about it.

Of course, that someone was Saburo, as Jiro was too stupid to notice something wrong.

“So, tell me, what’s with you and the new employee?”

At his little brother’s direct question, Ichiro practically choked on his own saliva, then cleared his throat, and adjusted his clothes. It was at that moment that Saburo and Jiro’s suspicions were confirmed. Looking away from them, he answered, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? I see.” Now, Saburo knew he was being mean, but he couldn’t help but tease his brother a little. If it would get him to stop being so weird around her, then he’d do whatever it took. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were afraid of her.”

“What?” Ichiro blurted out louder than he anticipated. “I am NOT afraid of her! I’m not afraid of anyone! What makes you think I’m afraid of her? Because I most definitely am not.”

“Right.” This time it was Jiro who spoke, letting out a chuckle as he sorted through the items on the shelves, trying to find something to eat and drink. “Because nothing you’ve said or done shows you have a crush on her, Nii-chan.”

“I do not!” He whined.

“Of course, of course.” Jiro assured him. “Nevertheless, she is nice. A real keeper, if you ask me.”

“Yeah she is…” Ichiro trailed off before snapping out of whatever lovesick haze he slipped into, and returning to gathering the food he needed. “I mean, she is nice and she’s been a very big help lately.”

“Mhmmm.” Saburo nodded, a coy smile worming its way onto his lips. “I’m glad you found someone like her.”

“No, no, no. Both of you are not going to be doing this.” Ichiro snapped, glaring accusingly between the two of them. “I’m putting a stop to this right now.”

“What are you stopping?” Saburo asked, feigning innocence, though the devilish twinkle in his eye made him anything but.

Ichiro gestured between his two scheming brothers, already feeling a headache coming on from their shenanigans. “Whatever you two are planning. You both are up to something and I don’t appreciate it. Y/n is a nice girl. You are not going to throw the two of us into some romance out of a light novel.”

“What made you think we were thinking of throwing you two into a romance out of a light novel?” Jiro challenged, crossing his arms over his chest smugly. “Maybe Saburo and I just wanted you to make new friends, that aren’t the two of us.”

Their big brother’s frustration faltered for a bit. “Really?”

“No, we want you two to make out already.” Saburo replied nonchalantly.

Choking on the air, Ichiro coughed out, “WHAT?”

“I mean not while we’re around. That would just be gross.”

“SABURO!”

The littlest brother sighed. “C’mon, Ichi-nii. We know you, or at least I do-”

“OI!”

“-And we know you like wearing your heart on your sleeve. And Y/n just amplifies those feelings by one hundred percent. Just admit you like her and we’ll leave you alone.”

Ichiro looked down at his food that he no longer wanted to eat. He didn’t know if he could admit that he liked Y/n. She was so different from his other crushes. She wasn’t someone throwing herself at him and she was everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. So why was he so nervous around her, unlike his other crushes? He knew she was a certain kind of special, but this was different. Y/n was different.

“Uh, Saburo, I think you broke him.” Jiro muttered.

Shaking his head, he said, “Y/n is different. She’s special. I’ve never met anyone like her and that makes it hard for me to approach her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m just scared she’s not as perfect as my mind is subconsciously making her out to be.”

Saburo and Jiro shared a glance with each other. Jiro then asked, “Aren’t you overthinking this a little, Nii-chan?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Y/n is your employee, but more importantly, she’s just a girl.” Saburo explained. “Just talk to her, get to know her a little better, and see if a relationship is possibly in the cards for the two of you before deciding on never approaching her for the rest of your life. Who knows, she might surprise you and be very approachable.”

He sighed, “I don’t know you guys.”

Someone tapped Ichiro on his shoulder. When he turned around, he could feel his face go pale. There was Y/n, in all her splendor and glory, a soft blush adorning her cheeks and a small note in her hand. Despite her fidgety fingers and the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot, she smiled dazzlingly bright at him.

“They’re right, you know. All you have to do is talk to me, Mr. Yamada. I’ve been told I’m very friendly and charming.” She explained, her glittering smile never disappearing from her face.

She was like the sun at that very moment, that if he continued staring at her, he’d go blind from her brightness. Nevertheless, he kept her gaze, although words seemed to evade him. What could he say to his crush, especially since his brothers were right there? Any misstep and he’d be tormented for days, not only from his brothers, but from himself as well.

He cleared his throat. “Got it. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Then, I hope you keep this number in mind as well.” She chirped, handing him the little note in her hand. She then bowed respectively before departing, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll see you later, Mr. Ichiro.”

As soon as she was out of sight and out of hearing range, Jiro and Saburo instantly asked him about the paper. Upon opening it, he saw her number, printed in red gel pen and a message asking him to dinner tomorrow night at eight. As soon as his brothers saw that message, there were wolf whistles and soft teases. But he didn’t pay them any attention.

No, Ichiro was just so happy that he finally got his wish. He finally scored a date with his crush. Quickly he put her number in his contacts before texting her that dinner sounded perfect. His brothers then tried to get some details about the date, but again, he just tuned them out. His heart was beating erratically and his palms were sweating like crazy, but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered is that he wasn’t afraid anymore.

No, he was more excited than afraid.

#Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Mic Fanfiction #Hypnosis Mic Oneshot #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Oneshot #Ichiro Yamada #Ichiro Yamada X Reader #Ichiro Yamada Fanfiction #Ichiro Yamada Oneshot #Ichiro Yamada Fluff #Ichiro #Ichiro X Reader #Ichiro Fanfiction #Ichiro Oneshot #Ichiro Fluff #Oneshot #Fluff #Angst

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manias-wordcount · 8 months

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HI I'm so sorry to make you write another Gentaro x Reader but yours are so good so.... it's basically temptation lol

The prompt: (y/n) catches him masturbating to her and shenanigans ensue

Picture Perfect (Gentaro Yumeno x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You always thought it was so cute that he kept your picture in his wallet. So, so, so cute.

It’s an adorable photo really. One that he took of you on one of your first couple of dates. You’re all dressed up for a day out in one of his favorite gardens. Your outfit is perfect. Your smile is perfect. The scenery, your hair, your everything- it turned out to be right.

Your boyfriends before didn’t even have you as a home screen of their phones. Let alone, their lock screen. So it was a nice surprise to catch a glimpse of one of your favorite photos you have of yourself sitting neatly in your boyfriend’s wallet as he paid for a date a couple of weeks ago. It’s something that you didn’t even know people still did considering how much life and technology have changed over the years. But this was Gentaro, you were dating. If anyone in your life was going to something so absolutely romantic, it was going to be him.

So of course you felt giddy at the sight. You felt desired as he turned to you with reddening cheeks and told you with honeyed words how he just couldn’t help himself. That he wanted to keep a little picture of you around for the moments you aren’t near. A small slice of your picture-perfect beauty. For when the true piece of art is no longer with him.

You thought it was so sweet. You thought it was so innocent. You thought it was so cute. But now that you’re standing here? Watching ever so silently from the cracked doorway as your boyfriend sits on your shared bed with his wallet flipped open and wrapped in one hand while another fist is tight around his cock?

You can’t help but find this cute little gesture unbelievably hot.

The two of you had been intimate before. Plenty of times. Plenty of satisfying times. Yet you’re both busy people. With lives and jobs and friends and conflicting schedules. Not all the time do you have a moment to take care of each other in this way. Sometimes you even lack the time to take care of your own needs, as frustrating as it is. Like ships passing in the night, the two of you know that you’re there. But you just missed each other. Just barely missed each other. And today was supposed to be no different.

Until your boss told you to take a day off from work after practically carrying a whole project on your back for the past couple of weeks. You were so excited, you didn’t even need to be told twice. You just packed up your stuff and went back home as soon as you could. Not even bothering to tell Gentaro that you were coming home early to treat him to a surprise brunch before he heads out for the rest of the day.

But when you heard the familiar soft moans and groans of your boyfriend in the bedroom as you opened the door to your shared apartment, you felt your heart stop. You couldn’t help but think of the possibilities. You couldn’t help but think of the worst. As you took careful and quiet step after step to your bedroom, you tried to recall every single sign you could have missed. You tried to recall every single truth he said he told you and wondered if it was all a lie. And you tried to think of every single “I love you” and “I love you too.” You tried to count them. You tried to wonder if they ever meant anything. You tried, you tried, you tried, as your mind went wild.

But then you reached the door. And you opened it just a crack.

And you heard him moan your name.

And you saw him fuck his hand with eyes gazing on at that picture of you.

Now your day has been thrown for one loop after another. But you’re happy. You’re so fucking happy. Because you don’t have to spend your rare day off from work using one hand to pack your bags and using the other hand to call a friend- any friend- to get you as far away from a cheating boyfriend as they possibly could. Instead, you’re spending your day off watching your boyfriend jack off to a small picture of you from the cracked open doorway. As you place one hand down your own pants, and another hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans.

It’s so wrong. It’s so, so very wrong. You know it is. And you know he feels the same exact way that you do. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help the feeling. The sight of your faithful and devoted boyfriend closing his fist around his stiff cock that stands tall and proud and bright red at the mere sight of you in such an innocent moment captured on paper. Letting the precum leak all over his fingers as his fist hand pumps himself up and down and up and down. Letting his moans throw themselves all about the room freely as he tosses his head back and gives into the pleasure.

Letting himself be taken care of by you. Even if you aren’t there beside him, being the one to wrap your hands around his dick. Or to take it into your mouth and suck on the head as he moans a little louder. Or to push him onto the bed and to take all of him inside of you as soon as possible. Or to turn around and let him-

From the other side of the door, his moans pick up. So does his pace. You lost yourself for a moment. Too captured in the view before you. Of a man coming undone by you and your image- even when you’re supposed to be long gone by now. And much as you want to promise that it won’t happen again, you can feel the familiar burning, coiling feeling inside you. An orgasm is building. Slowly. Ever so slowly. But if your boyfriend keeps giving you a sight to remember?

Well, then you just might have to give him a picture-perfect sight worth keeping in his wallet. Although this time? You’ll be far from innocent. You’ll be far from cute. But you’ll be everything he needs.

Especially on days like this.

#yumeno gentaro #gentaro yumeno #yumeno gentaro x reader #gentaro yumeno x reader #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic fanfic #hypnosis mic fanfiction #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic fanfic #hypmic fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfiction #fanfic

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justanotherniky · 1 year

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Multi Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Relationships: Arisugawa Dice/Yumeno Gentaro, Izanami Hifumi/Kannonzaka Doppo Characters: Arisugawa Dice, Yumeno Gentaro, Izanami Hifumi, Kannonzaka Doppo, Amemura Ramuda, Jinguji Jakurai Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Humor, Comedy, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Crack, Established Izanami Hifumi/Kannonzaka Doppo, dice and gentaro are not together (yet) but are absolutely disgusting about each other, jakurai is the only sane person in the room, Amemura Ramuda Is A Menace, rated t for dirty jokes courtesy of (mostly) dice, and a lot of swearing, Kannonzaka Doppo Has A Big Dick, nothing sexual is done with it but it makes a cameo, Yumeno Gentaro Is An Annoying Girlfriend, i have no idea how this stupid ass fic got so long Language: English Words: 6215

Summary: Dice and Doppo both wake up in very strange, and definitely uncomfortable, situations. No, they are not crazy, DAMN IT!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47112487

I am back with my usual shit. Enjoy this silly thing that really wasn’t supposed to be this long, but alas, these bitches talk too much. Once again thanks to Anna @fullmetalgirl98 who has become my official graphic designer :3

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic fanfic #fanfiction #arisugawa dice #yumeno gentaro #izanami hifumi #kannonzaka doppo #fling posse #matenro #gendice #daigen #hifudo #dohifu #anime #manga

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lake-archive · 20 days

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The (Last Minute) Concert

AO3 Link - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Dice Arisugawa, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Diceann (Dice/Ann)

Summary: A special occasion calls for a special surprise! Well, or so Dice likes to claim…

Words: 1,848

Going out with Dice was always an adventure of its own… No, really. One could never know what to expect. Just when Ann thought they had figured him out, he was pulling something else completely out of nowhere and completely threw them off. It was as if these had all been spontaneous decisions, right on the spot! Actually, they probably were. Yeah, most likely. If he had planned any of this, this all may have been the most chaotic planning they had witnessed in ages. And they thought they lacked necessary organization skills to survive in this modern world. He was teaching them that it could be worse apperantly.

None of their dates seemed to have much of a plan either. The planning usually only went so far:

“Yo Ann, ya got some time on her hands? ”

“ Huh? Well, a little. Why– ”

“ Great! Come with me for a while, will ya? ”

“ Eh!? That– ”

“ It’s a date, duh! ”

“ A date!? Wait but— ”

“ Don’t sweat the details! Let's just go! ”

And that was usually it. The exact opposite of Ramuda who was always asking days if not even weeks in advance if they were up for going out, let alone if they had time. It was barely on a whim and if it was, it was usually not that big. A meeting by chance leading to something, a small hangout or something like that. A proper warning ahead at the very least, with time to prepare.

With Dice however… There was none of that. He usually just came over or took the chance when spotting them out of nowhere. He would grab them and dash off, if they had the time that is. And this had been one of those times. The first few times it had caught them off guard yet the more times he had done so they got used to it. And yet, it would always overwhelm them all the same, at least a little bit. Given that he always came up with it out of literal nowhere. And they could never predict what he had been up to next. And it would always take them a while to figure out what he was up to for the day.

They had several questions when they were dragged along, from place to place, from… Trash can to trash can? Yeah, from trash can to trash can. He was roaming around them, his hands seeming to search for something and it was a sight to behold. He did so with no shame nor regard what his hands were touching. He had not even been bothered by the smell, roaming around rather carefree. And they just… Well… They had no words for this sight. But it was not too unfitting for him all the same. Though it left them wondering… What was he up to? Why was he so busy with this all of a sudden?

And when they were asking him about this he would always say: “ Just wait a moment! It’s a surprise! I just gotta find somethin’... ”

Something? What was something? Something!? But he would not answer that nor explain, insisting on making it a surprise. So they would not figure it out whatsoever. At least not until he had suddenly decided to stop his movements. “Aha! There we go!” They heard him say, grin audible as they heard the sounds of metal clanking against one another. And when he had turned around, it became all too clear to them, at least what he had been looking for. He had both of his hands full, literally, to the point it almost looked as if he was hugging the contents in his arms.

What were the contents? Cans. Lots of cans. Open cans, old ones, a little smelly… Or that was the rest of the trash lying around. Hard to say. Yet a smell they got used to all the same. Not like they had much of a choice to begin with…

And even then they raised one of their eyebrows, suspicious yet also questioning. “What do you need those cans for?” They decided to just go for it and ask ahead.

“Haha, ain’t ya curious today?” Their partner responded with a wide grin. But who wouldn’t be curious!? Especially if their partner started roaming through every trashcan possible and suddenly has a few empty cans in his arms! Literally! “Buuut still no tellin’! You gotta wait and see!”

“Wait and see? Is it that big of a deal?” There was only so much you could do with empty cans… Right? Besides, why make it that big of a surprise anyway? Surely, there was no need to do that! Was there? And yet, he really insisted until the very end…

That meant right until the two had finally settled somewhere, in an empty street corner, one where barely any people would walk by, far away from the prying eye. Alright, maybe they would spot a few prying eyes here and there but those would probably leave the two to their business. Not to mention that the streets were all empty.

Dice had seated himself down, right onto the sidewalk, and had placed the cans down, right in front of him yet also easy to reach with his hands. Ann could only help but watch him do so, wondering what he had been up to this time. A game? It looked like the setup for one. And yet… What kind of game was he going to play? If it was that. Because the next part had them a little confused.

“A’right, there we go! I need ya to listen to closely now, a’right?”

“Listen closely? Is this some form of Simon Says or what?”

“Simo– What? No, it ain’t that!” He seemed to insist on that in fact.

“No? Then what game did you plan?”

“Game? This ain’t a game here Ann! I wanna show off my unique skills once in a while too!” Dice responded to that, almost sounding offended.

Wait… His what? “Unique skills? What can you do with a bunch of empty cans?”

“Just listen, a’right?” He asked, at the brink of annoyance. This only led to them nodding softly, though still rather confused if anything. Listen? Listen to what? They were not sure and at first it seemed to not make any sense…

That was until they heard one of the cans echo, a quick clap against the metal. And that had been followed by another clap. And another. Then two in a row. And then more and more claps. One clap after the other, making sure that each of the cans made the right sounds.

They observed his hands moving from can to can, sometimes back and forth or clapping the same one several times. His hands were fast yet the movement also seemed to be coordinated, at least enough to hold a specific speed. They were no music expert so they couldn’t exactly say what beat he was going for and yet one was clearly there. It was enough to follow along, them having even caught tapping their feet for a short moment before trying to stand still. And yet, maybe he had caught wind of it, given that they noticed a quick grin as he glanced over at them. And for some reason it had embarrassed them to no end, at least for the short moment.

Though the attention went quickly back to the cans. It was so simple and yet, all the same, Dice seemed to know what he was doing. He had an excellent grasp on the beat, creating a song from them. From cans. From mere cans. That was… Actually, yeah, that was impressive. They had seen other people play with cans like this yet it was mainly for fun and nothing too serious. Yet he was taking this a little too seriously, almost as if he was playing an instrument. Wait, was he? Was that it? An… Instrument? Did he…

Then again, did it matter if he considered playing an instrument or not? No, not really. He seemed to have the time of his life here, clapping and slamming against the cans as if they were some time of drums one could easily play with their hands. And he didn’t seem to stop for a good few minutes… Well, until he did of course, pulling his hands back and then looking back at them, grinning widely. “So? How was it?”

“Eh? How…” They first repeated, not sure what so say. It was a… Sight. Yeah, a sight. And even then, there was only one thing they could really say about this. And it was a mere fact at the end of the day. “It was really good. Better than—”

Yet Ann would not get to finish this. As before knowing it Dice got up in one swoop and took them into his arms before knowing it. They didn’t even get to finish as he continued while hugging them like this… Despite the smell in their nose from earlier (and yet, they also had gotten used to it, they had to admit). “Haha, thanks! I knew you’d love it!”

“Eh!? Wha… Why?”

“Well, I heard how some people compose songs for their partners and all that fuzz.” He began responding while pulling away, yet still enough to look right into their face, his grin not fading. No, it has gotten even wider since. “So I thought of why not surprise ya with one? And it worked, hah!”

That… Was his plan? So that was why he was so eager to drag them out, even on such short notice. And his grin… It proved that he was for sure honest about it. He meant every single word coming out of his mouth. And it was always that attitude which left them a little flustered, unable to say much else. At least for the short moment where they had a chance to take his grin in… That smile which made them almost melt on the spot. If there is one way this guy could get them flustered, it was his smile for sure. In fact, it sometimes tended to spread like an infection, making them unable to hold back their very own smile. “It… Did… I suppose…” They admitted, having no reason to deny it at this point. Though in truth it was that smile which had an effect on them. They just couldn’t say no to it, ever.

“Although… Composed?”

“Eh? Er… Yeah! Yeah yeah! Composed! Yes! I worked day and night for—”

“Admit it Dice, you came up with this on a whim.”

“Eh!? Wha– No no no! I totally practiced that exact beat! Yeah!”

“Oh really? Mind playing it again then!”

“Er… Uhm… Ok ok, maybe I did improvise… But I still worked hard to perfect this!”

“Yes yes, I believe you Dicey~”

“Dicey? Tha– Ah, ey! My hair! You’re ruffling it again!”

“Haha, I can’t help it. Sorry~”

This man may be more trouble than anything… And even then he was some precious trouble to have around.

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