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Another good one to have! Thank you! The artstyle looks quite soothing!

It's OK! Here, I made a vid. I go kinda fast, so feel free to pause! Archive Though hmmm... if you tried what I did in the video, I'd say redownload the game files, maybe? Sometimes that fixes that kinda stuff.

As Sora’s head was pulled back it expose his throat and Fang showed him mercy. [You're mine.] His voice was raspy and hot. A sweet ache settled deep in Sora’s chest, a warmth that spread through his veins, chasing away the chill of their recent arguments. "Yes ahm.. ah only yours" Sora nodded back as Fang devoured the back of his neck. The human trembled in his arms from pleasure. He was back, his Fang, his passionate, caring, sweet boyfriend was finally here with him. Weeks of sharp words, and cold shoulders melted away with each second and each possessive bite. This was their way of making up. It was a raw, untamed and primal dance that stripped away all pretense. The roughness, the insistent pressure, it all felt exquisitely right. He loved this side of Fang, the feral edge that only he seemed to unleash. It made him feel cherished, deeply desired, utterly consumed. He welcomed the storm, eager to meet Fang’s intensity with his own. He pushed back, arching into each thrust, a silent challenge. His fingernails, still digging into the drywall, left faint white trails, but he barely registered the discomfort. His body sang with sensation, a symphony of pleasure and pain. He felt the thick, hard knot of Fang’s cock stretching him, filling him to capacity. The skin around his asshole felt taut, exquisitely sensitive, each inward plush that made his insides hum. Sora rotated his hips, a subtle grind that met Fang’s rhythm, encouraging him to go deeper. The air between them grew thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and something musky, distinctly Fang. "Fang..ah please, Fang!" He gasped, the words tumbling out, raw and unbidden. His head thrashed against the wall, his vision blurring with the intensity. He felt Fang’s fingers intertwine with his own, pressing his hand flat against the cool plaster, a shared anchor in the swirling tempest. The pressure on his hip intensified, a vice-like grip that held him firmly in place, even as his knees threatened to buckle. He welcomed the bruising, the tangible proof of Fang’s desperate need. It was a language they both understood, a visceral communication that transcended words. The rhythmic pounding against his aching prostate was becoming unbearable, yet he craved more. He could feel the pulse of Fang’s cock deep inside him, a heavy throb that echoed in his own core. He wanted to torment him, to push him to the brink, to make him lose all semblance of control. He bit his lip, holding back a scream, a low moan rumbling in his throat instead. He shifted his weight, a subtle movement that tightened his internal muscles around Fang’s shaft, milking him, drawing a guttural growl from the werewolf. 'Oh, you like that?' He whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible above the frantic shlicking sounds of their bodies. He felt Fang’s breath hitch against his neck, a hot gust that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the tension building in Fang. He kept moving his hips, in wide circle that eliciting a sharp gasp from the other. Sora was so close. "Don’t hold back for me." His voice was a seductive purr, laced with a playful challenge. Fangs fingers digging into the small of his spine, driving him forward into each thrust. Sora’s legs trembled, his muscles screaming, but he wouldn’t give in. Not yet. He wanted to watch Fang unravel, to witness the raw, beautiful chaos of his climax. He felt the familiar pressure building in his own body, a delicious tension that threatened to snap. But he held back, focusing solely on Fang. He imagined the cum building in Fang’s balls, the desperate need to release. He wanted to be the cause of that, to be the vessel that held his alpha’s wild passion. He squeezed his internal muscles again, a deliberate clench that made Fang moan, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through Sora’s entire being. "Ah ah give it to me, Fang.. Ngh give me everything." He bit down on his bottom lip, a wave of pure pleasure washing over him. His muscles spasmed and clenching around Fang’s cock. A scream of ecstasy escaping his lips as his body convulsed, and Sora feel a powerful climax rippling through him, sending waves of pure bliss through his core.

Title: Pomegaba! Series: Gintama Pairing: Takasugi x Gintoki Rating: SFW/Fluffy Circle/Artist: Nitro candy/Nitro ame/Salt Year: 2022 Scanned by: chillerific89/Kogenta3 Sharing and translating is ok but keep the Artist credits in the file! Just when Takasugi and Gintoki's life has settled down, Takasugi returns after being away from home for a week! What happens when Gintoki, feeling increasingly lonely, turns into a dog? Find out how Takasugi turns him back into a human!...Or something like that. Download links: https://app.box.com/s/o3itr682rq0z1x5rvsyozb9j3m0hfgi2 https://mega.nz/file/afY0hZjA#UO4H19Q5lMoppRayUWsh0p-NWcjH6RHH72iI8hfI1o8

I'm so late, can you please re-upload it?? :( I'll be waiting

THANK YOU! I love Beta x Omega romance!

Setts demeanor faulted ever so slightly when Mishka spoke about Haruhi. It seemed the two of them were far closer than he ever could of imagined, and he knew they had history, and what's worse, it seemed Haruhi was aware of the business he was in... What was he to do? What could he say? Mishka had actually one upped him, and somehow manged to dig his nails and brainwash Haruhi in the process. [ " I assume you’re done here? I’ve got dinner plans.”] "Tch--" Sett retracted his knife and slipped it into his pocket. The anger radiating off of him was evident, as he sulked. He shoved his hands into his pockets as Mishka left the room, but he didnt follow...not immediately. He stared at the the ground trying to wrestle with his anger, and makes sense of the situation he was in. Haruhi was....out of his reach... He wasn't safe... "Sett..." Sho called out to him, looking alittle concerned. He sighed, finally walking out of Mishka's office. The club was busy...alive as always, but his gaze fell over to the bar where Mishka was, and with him...Haruhi and....Yukie? He titled his head to the side. What the hell? ( You've got to be shitting me...) Was Mishka's so called bunny...Yukie? The same Yukie Kai was searching for and begging him to find and rescue. He looked just like the photos Kai had given him. There was no denying it. That was him. " fuck me..." his hissed under his breath as he watched Mishka leave the bar with Yukie, the two looking rather chummy but to be honest he couldn't really focus on them...he was too busy trying to ignore the cold stare Haruhi was giving him. He didn't want to face him... he knew he fucked up...he knew it....but he didn't have many options, and back then, he thought he was doing Haruhi a favor. He didnt belong with someone like him... " Sett...what do you want to do?" Sho whispered. Sett shook his head, turning his back to the bar. Part of him wanted to approach Haruhi...another part of him dreaded it. " Sett...we should go...you can't...help him.." " Shut up..." he muttered. He glanced back at the bar, seeing Haruhi getting up from his stool and leaving abruptly. He saw how the red head stepped behind the bar and grabbed a rag, only to wrap his hand up. Did he hurt himself? Had he drank to much? Haruhi was leaving. Sett took a step toward him, only to feel a hand grab his shoulder. Sho stopping him. "Boss...think this through...I dont think this is a good idea..." Sett shoved him aside. "Then leave..." He quickly follwoed after Haruhi, easily finding the medical room hidden in back of the club. The place Mishka had mentioned before. So Haruhi really did work here. Sett entered the room, and slowly shut the door behind him, it was small but it had everything someone would need to treat a patient, even a small operating table and cabinet's full of medical supplies. Sett leaned aginest the door, wanting to block it so Haruhi wouldn't leave....if Haruhi paid attention, he'd hear a soft click. Meaning Sett had locked them inside. Sett's expression was grim, and he didnt look like the man Haruhi had dated back in highschool. He was covered in tattoos and piercing now. Even grew a few more inches...and that fun, charming aura he once carried...was no where to be seen. " Why are you here.." His voice hinting at the fact that he was disappointed in Haruhi. "Out of all the damn jobs you could of had...you pick this hellhole."

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Oh, I've been waiting for this. Thank you so much!!! 💚💛

Can I request it too please 🥺 🙏

I am late T-T any chance for reupload? thx!!! TAT

Hello!! sorry for the late response (kinda got busy w finals) I tried it again with the two links ive downloaded but it keeps saying damaged/corrupted files.... idk if im doing the instructions right too

Everything is very open with a precise description of the challenges. It was definitely informative. Your site is useful. Thanks for sharing!

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Nooooooo, I'm late :'''(

noo… pls reupload

“Well noted. I’ll inform you next time I leave, as for my place I’m not stupid. I know the life I live is because of you darling.” Mishka stated as he looked at the knife mark in his desk frowning at the slight damage. Looking at Sett as he spoke Mishka couldn’t help but hold back a small snicker at the way he was fretting over Haruhi. “Ha, he’s harmless. He’s got some kinda memory shit going on makes him forgetful. It’s why he lives here and came here. He had some shit happen on a job a boss got revengeful he said no. Took it out on him and burned his home to the ground.” Mishka explained as he lit up one of his cigarettes and sat back in his desk chair. Breathing out a deep smoke of thick air he looked at Sett studying him thoughtfully. ”He’s a model citizen here. Haruhi works hard he takes meals with my husband and I most evenings after work. He’s really no issue on safety. Course he did mention you and him having bad blood… he found out who I was working with before we left. I showed him your picture so he wouldn’t call the cops on your men coming in where he was working.” Mishka explained as he smirked knowing a bit more about Haruhi than he would admit since he did do a deep dive on him. He had learned all of Haruhi’s private secrets and well it helped they lived together, that Haruhi considered his Bunny a close friend….haruhi was close to his Bunny enough for it to be a bigger problem one day. Yukie enjoyed Haruhi’s company yet he was obedient and was honest to Haruhi on how he would spill everything Haruhi told him to Mishka eventually. “I assume you’re done here? I’ve got dinner plans.” Mishka stated dully as he got up and headed to the door where Yukie was waiting on a barstool chatting to Haruhi who’s glare to Sett was ice cold daggers as he had been prepping to tear him a new one. “Enjoy the drinks and fun on me I’ll cover your tab just keep it down to a Minimal destruction. My books don’t need to bleed anymore red.” Mishka asked as he walked over and politely greeted Haruhi and Yukie before ordering Haruhi a stronger drink as he laughed playfully and took Yukie away back to their portion of the house to go be alone~. ——-Haruhi——— Haruhi waved a short goodbye as he sat in silence after the two left his eyes still glaring at Sett as he brooded over his drink. He finally looked away as he touched his chest feeling the deep ache from the scars left by Sett. Why this fucker was back now in his life he had no idea. Why he was fucking following him with the man from before at his work. Fuck. It really pissed him off. ”can you get me another drink? Maybe something heavier? It’s been a hell of a day.” Haruhi asked the bartender kindly as he sipped his drink the alcohol much more bitter and stronger that he usually took it. Slinging back the shot he slammed the glass down and ordered another knowing he was safe in the club and off limits the bartender often pointing him home when he had one to man. Fuck! Fuck! Of all the times to fucking come here! Haruhi cursed as he grabbed the glass only to cry out a little as the glass sank into his hand the glass having cracked when he slammed it down and only exploded at the slight pressure. ”Fuck. Not on the bar.” The bartender yelled as he snapped Haruhi out of it heading off to stop a client from vomiting as Haruhi stepped behind the bar and grabbed a rag wrapping around his heavily bleeding cut palm as he made his way back to his medical room for supplies his mind forgetting Sett due to the searing pain sharpening his mind.

Omg this CD is so good! I love the manga, is there any chance that you can re-upload please?🥺pleaseeeplseaseeee

Thank you so much for sharing, do you have vol.1??? ;_;