There's a Hunchback of Notre Dame MirjTama, two InaTodos, and one TodoBaku there. These are just the ones I know are the most popular xD
If you made it all the way here, remember to drink water and practice some form of self-care. Life is really hard right now, so be kind to yourself.
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Stan MiriTama for soft skin 👀✨
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Mirai's shoulders tense, just as he closes the zipper of his last suitcase. He scolds himself on his foolishness — did he really think he'd be able to avoid Toshinori? Was he really planning to leave their apartment+
like a robber in the night? To disappear without giving the other man an explanation?
Apparently, he was.
He turns around, feeling his heart clench in his chest when he catches sight of Toshinori. They left him out of the hospital, so he's wearing regular civilian+
clothes: jeans and a t-shirt. Mirai wishes he could only see that: the expansion of his muscles under the t-shirt and those strong thighs on the jeans. He wishes he couldn't see the deep dark circles under his eyes, or those thin lines exhaustion is already drawing+
Tamaki wonders if he knows; how hard it is to resist that smile when he uses its full power.
He probably doesn't.
He sighs again, toying with the hem of his gloves. He really shouldn't. Taking off his gloves feels wrong, worse than being completely naked.
He bites his bottom lip, trying to think of what to do. He knows Mirio likes to see his scales, specially under the sunlight. He likes the colors. Tamaki likes them too, but he likes them alone in his room, when he can look at the colors without fearing they'll be seen+
But he wouldn't have imagined this. For the last few weeks, Mirio has been nothing but enthusiastic: he's been all encouragement, keeping Tamaki from somehow abandoning the race even before it started. He was still doing it this morning, when he walked all the+
way to Tamaki's house to make sure he didn't pretend to be sick to avoid showing up to the exam. His best friend had gone as far as to get into Tamaki's room, refusing to leave for the exam until Tamaki begrudgingly got out of bed.
Tamaki has never had much of a gag reflex to begin with. Whatever he had was promptly killed by overstimulation. Mirio's dick just spent too much time in his throat for him not to get used to it.
He loves it, even if there's no power on Earth that can get him to say that aloud. He loves to feel the weight in his tongue, the length stretching his jaw and that salty musk filling his mouth. He loves how Mirio twitches; how he groans and moans and says "more" and+
"please" as if there was nothing but this moment in the world. It's different from when they fuck, when Tamaki's mind is blurry by pleasure. Like this, there's only Mirio: beautiful and eager and needy for /him/.
I watched this video of a little dog bringing home a cat and now I can only think of dog hybrid Mirio that befriends cat hybrid Tamaki 🥺
Mirio is a home puppy, well-loved and cared for, but his owner is really busy, so he is often alone at home. And that's how+
one day he befriends this cat kid that was searching on their garbage.
Mirio didn't think that there was anything super tasty there, so he shared some of his food with the other hybrid. The first time, Tamaki grabbed a mouthful of food and ran away as fast as he could. But+
whenever he happened to come by, the dog hybrid didn't attack him. Instead, Mirio seemed happy to see him: he even pushed his dog plate all the way to the backyard so Tamaki could have food comfortably.
Y'all are liking this faster than I can get screenshots 😂
(1) A MIRITAMA JOINT TRAINING FIC - It's on pause for now because EVENTS, and because writing fight scenes is hard 😂 But the world will be getting some Mirio and Tamaki smacking each other ( •̀ ω •́ )✧