Shigaraki X Toga Novels & Stories

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

They stand out from the others due to their outfits but thank God, they didn't show their tattoos. It was easy to spot them from the crowd so I approach them. They probably can't recognize us since we dress to blend in with the other tourist. They speak in Japanese and thinking I won't be able to understand them I replied, "shita ni kiotsu kero! Kono kuso yarou !! shini tai-no?!" (Watch your tongue! you fucker! Wanna die?!) They were quite shocked by the challenge I give but it was not long until they realize who they're talking to. They bow their head and apologize to me. Apparently, they didn't receive the notice that we will dress up as tourists and expect us to come like a mafia member.

Together, they held. Renji looked at Hayate’s hands around the chain. “You should let go.” Hayate’s wounds released dark clouds into the water. “Not again.” For the first time, Renji’s anger faltered. Then the creature beneath us pulled. Stone cracked. Shin slipped. Shigure caught his wrist, but both men slid toward the edge. Daigo shifted in the water. His dark wolf form moved strangely beneath the sea, fur streaming around him as he drove his claws into the ridge.

He spat blood and laughed crookedly, his teeth so red already with blood. "So you hate d**k, are you a virgin?" He talked again, and another hit landed on the same cheek. "F**k! You're nasty!" He spat blood again, and Toyota grabbed his neck, pushing it down behind the chair as she brought her face closer. "I only need your cooperation, according to research, you're also looking for Godzilla, we can be a team, join my gang" she said, and Tiger made an innocent face before laughing out loud, but the tightening of Toyota's palm on his neck made the laughter short.

Every move deliberate. Every strike planned. He wasn’t just fighting— He was thinking. But so was I. And I had something he didn’t expect. The darkness didn’t just respond— It anticipated. It adapted. And slowly— We gained ground. Together. Zira struck first, catching his side. Aisha followed, driving him back. Krager blocked his counter. And I— I finished it. Not clean. Not simple. But finally. Torag dropped to his knees. Blood pooling beneath him.

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

Mikashi moaned softly against his lips. Takumo turned to Takiari. He pulled her onto his lap in the water. His hard length pressed against her. He entered her slowly. The hot water helped him slide deep inside. Takiari rode him with strong movements. Her red hair floated around them. Mikashi and Aridoari kissed her shoulders and touched her body.

This was the only thing that gave her some relief that Marco and dexter can never be related. It wasn't like Dexter had the most welcoming aura around him but his aura was not even close to that of Marcos. Marco was the kind of person who could make you pee in your pants just by looking at you with that scary expression masked by the cold face and that dangerous aura that he carried around with himself. "You Are a terrible actor" He suddenly spoke and Isabella couldn't breathe anymore.

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

Charlie looked at Yahiko nonchalantly, then smiled as he said, “Seems like Mr. Ito has a good understanding of Oskian culture. Just a while ago, you were able to mention the words ‘Prepare for unprecedented events and accumulate strength’, now, you’re able to say the phrase ‘A talented person is free to choose his own boss’... it looks like you know Oskian culture very well indeed!” Yahiko said seriously, “When I was young, I idolized Togo Heihachiro, who had led the Japanese navy to defeat the Russian navy in the Battle of Tsushima. It was said that Togo Heihachiro brought along a waist tag with these words engraved on it—‘To worship Macduff Ybarra for the rest of life’. It was only then th