#Silicon Alley Insider

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KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY TEN: TOYS w/ WADE WILSON

You can't believe you really agreed to that stupid bet.

Walking through the city, towards some gory commotion Wade wanted front row seats to (before helping to diffuse the situation), you're so uncomfortable.

"Ooooh, it pulses, too? Gimme a quick review, dollface." Wade coos, and you're grateful that his mask conceals the shit eating grin he's probably got on his dumb face as you jolt and tense mid-step. The little bullet vibrator stuffed deep inside your gooey cunt rumbles through your core rhythmically, laughing at you with the same taunting nature as Wade beside you.

"Fucking stop-" You whine, hands grabbing at your sides and gripping onto the material of your top, trying to maintain a fragment of stability as you shoot Wade a harsh glare.

"Faster? Got ya." He chimes, upping the speed of the pulsing toy to a cruel pace, making you inhale sharply and run on wobbling, dripping legs to the nearest alley, Wade laughing and following close behind with eager strides.

You tug the collar of your suit down so that you can breathe better, face buried in your arms, which are crossed and pressed against the wall as you pant and mewl into your warm skin. Wade had shoved the stupid thing so deep you swear you could feel it buzzing in your tummy, making your stomach tighten and your hips buck and wind in a pathetic attempt to either escape the sensation, or fuck yourself against the vibrator.

Noticing your obvious desperation to achieve some relief one way or the other, Wade comes up behind you, powerful chest pressed right between your shoulder blades and pushing you further up against the wall. One of his hands snakes it's way between your legs, squeezing your ass on the way down before firmly pressing the heel of his palm against the base of the toy, intensifying every tingling, throbbing sensation of bliss coursing through your oozing pussy.

"And I thought I was the attention whore in this little operation. You couldn't even make it a few more blocks before needing my help? Filthy." Wade mutters, making you feel a flurry of mind numbing humiliation at your current situation as he goes further and dips his hand beneath your panties, fucking it up into you, the sick sounds of your slick squelching against hard, girthy silicone accompanying the sounds of people on the street a mere feet away from the two of you supposed 'heroes'.

His fingers are slick with your arousal as he grips the toy tightly, pulling it out of your tight cunt with no remorse, making you cry out in surprise and disappointment. But then, he doesn't let go. Instead, he holds the vibrator tightly against your clit, rubbing it in small, teasing circles that hurl you into a leg-shaking orgasm, pussy drenching the crotch of your panties, the gravel beneath your feet, and Wade's gloved hand.

With a low whistle and smug laugh, Wade fixes up your suit, but not before plugging up your gaped, glistening cunt with the vibrator once again. He turns it down to a low, sultry setting as he leads you back onto the main street, pretending like nothing happened so that he can keep having his fun with you.

Best bet he's ever made.

[starsinmylatte]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

Yet another wonderful request as part of my JJK Fic Readers Supporting Noury event!

This fic is a gift for @starlitnotes (who Tumblr is apparently against me tagging, so I will DM her 😅) Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my event and my writing so far 💜

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Afab!reader x Hiromi Higuruma Rating: Explicit (18+ minors DNI) Word Count: 9k Request: Yakuza bosses Nanami and Higuruma

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Warnings are found below the cut!

Warnings (besides what it says on the request): Use of pet names (darling, baby, etc), threesome, oral sex, cum swallowing, praise kink, breeding kink, masturbation, Double penetration (vaginal), cervix fucking, etc.

“Excuse me, Miss?” An unfamiliar voice rang out from behind you as you scoured hardened syrup from the wooden surface of your coffee bar. 

You whirled around, tossing your rag aside and snatching a spatula off the other counter. The cafe had been empty five minutes ago, and you knew that you’d already locked all the doors. No matter how polite your intruder was, he shouldn’t have been able to get in.

“Don’t come any closer,” you warned, clutching the spatula like a lifeline and pointing it toward the voice. Even though it was just a small silicone and wood tool, you felt safer with it in your hands.

A tall young man in a well-cut black suit seemed to melt out of the shadows that lined the back exit hallway. He calmly walked closer as you brandished your “weapon” at him, running a hand through his unruly brown hair and smiling sheepishly. 

“I swear I’m a friend; I’m not here to hurt you.” The mystery guest raised his hands placatingly, showing you that he was unarmed. “My name is Takuma Ino, and unless you want to be arrested for conspiring with the yakuza…. please come with me.” 

There was a loud, booming knock at your front door as if on cue, and another unfamiliar male voice yelled. “This is Detective Zen’in with the Tokyo Police Department! I’m here about an urgent matter. Please open the door so we can speak.” 

Ino bristled at the sound of the detective’s voice. He immediately grabbed your upper arm and attempted to tug you towards the back door, but the sudden action spooked you. Your reflexes completely took over, and you slammed the wooden handle of the spatula against his fingers with a resounding crack. The young man barely suppressed a yelp of surprise, snatching his hand back and hissing in pain. 

“Owwww,” he groaned quietly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but we have to go now.” 

The detective knocked at your front door again, and you flinched, feeling very much like cornered prey. Ino nervously rubbed his fingers, trying to soothe the sting as he glanced at the front door. “Please, Miss….. Look, you can bring that thing and hit me again if I make you feel uncomfortable in any way, but please just come with me.” 

The knocking grew more insistent, and the detective yelled again, “Ma’am, we know you’re in there. If you do not comply, we will forcefully open this door.” 

Ino looked at you frantically as he mouthed another silent plea and gestured toward the exit. A potent, white-hot mixture of fear and adrenaline shot through you as you realized that you had no time left; you had to decide now. You could only hope you wouldn’t regret your choice as you nodded at Ino, grabbed your purse, and followed him out the back door into the night. 

As soon as the two of you reached the back alley, Ino motioned for you to stay put. He glanced around, scanning the other small, connecting road. Due to the lack of foot traffic behind the stores, there were only a few street lights in the alley, and you could barely see anything beyond your feet. Ino seemed frustrated, muttering under his breath until suddenly, lights flicked on inside a sleek, expensive-looking black car near the road. Your savoir sighed in relief as he ushered you towards the vehicle, throwing the door open and nearly tossing you in. 

It all happened so fast that you barely had time to think before Ino slammed your door closed and vaulted into the passenger’s seat. The driver instantly shut off all the interior lights and revved the engine, leaving you scrambling to buckle your seatbelt in the dark. Your fingers scraped over supple, well-conditioned leather as the car shot forward, hurtling through the back roads and away from the cafe. Ino and the driver carried on a hushed conversation across the front seat as you tried to process everything that had just happened, but there was one primary concern on your mind. 

“Ino-san….” you spoke carefully into the dark, “Why do the police think that a Cafe owner is involved with the Yakuza?”

“It’ll make more sense when you meet the Oyabun… er, well, both of them. They can explain everything,” Ino offered, exchanging a look with the driver. You felt so frustrated; they had left you literally and metaphorically in the dark. All you could do was sit there in the quiet luxury of your surroundings, more questions and concerns brewing in your mind as the car sped off into the night. 

You passed the time by staring out the window, trying to retain some bearing of your surroundings, but the car was traveling too quickly for you to read the names of any streets or buildings. Soon, the blurry grey cityscape disappeared altogether. Lush trees began to fill your vision as moonlight poured into the car. The treeline grew thicker and thicker, seemingly stretching on forever as the road began to incline steadily. You realized the two men were taking you deeper into the mountains outside Tokyo, and an icy chill shot through you.

“Oh, god…. They’re going to kill me out here, and no one will ever find my body.” 

The driver must have sensed your quiet fear, and he sighed deeply. “Ino-kun, please tell me that you explained at least some of the situation to her.”

“I figured that the Oyabun would want to tell her most of it,” Ino grumbled, still nursing his hand, “We didn’t have a lot of time with that weasel of a detective outside her door, so I just told her to come with me if she didn’t want to be arrested, and that she could hit me with that spatula again if I scared her.” 

The exhausted-looking driver removed one hand from the steering wheel and slapped it against his forehead, wincing and rubbing his eyes over the rim of his glasses. 

“What!?!” Ino protested, throwing his arms out dramatically. “It seemed reasonable enough to me. That thing hurts, and besides-! She’s safe, and that’s what matters!” 

In any other situation, you probably would’ve found the scene hilarious. The other man gave a long-suffering sigh, pointedly ignoring Ino as the young man continued to try and explain his reasoning, complete with a dramatic re-enactment of you smacking him. The driver slowed the vehicle in the middle of the road and pulled off to the side without another word. Your hand crept towards the door handle, just in case. 

“Please…. don’t.” The driver clicked on the cabin light and turned around, looking at you tiredly as your fingertips brushed the only barrier that stood between your freedom, “I give you my word that it would be a mistake to leave now; please let me explain more thoroughly.”

You gazed back at him warily, moving your hand away from the handle just enough to signal that you’d hear him out. The driver had a kind but somewhat pinched and anxious face; for a yakuza driver, he seemed strangely considerate.

“My name is Kiyotaka Ijichi, and this is Takuma Ino. We both work for the Kintatsu-ikka, and our Oyabun-” 

“Our boss!” Ino supplied helpfully, turning to give you a lopsided grin. 

“We received a tip that you were wrongfully associated with two different Yakuza groups and placed in danger. That detective who arrived at your Cafe is not a good man; if he had reached you first, you’d likely be jailed over false charges. The Oyabun of our family sent us to pick you up and bring you somewhere safe.” Ijichi explained calmly, adjusting his glasses. 

“That still doesn’t answer why they think I know you people.” You snapped back, a little more forcefully than intended. Hot, angry tears welled up, threatening to spill over at any moment as you huffed. “I’m innocent. I don’t associate with criminals.” 

“Don’t panic,” Ijichi reassured you gently. “I may not have the answers, but I’m taking you to people who will. It may not mean much coming from me, but our organization is different than what you think. Let us prove to you that we aren’t just ‘criminals.’”

“It doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice,” you sniffled, toying with the hem of your sleeve.  

Ijichi smiled at you, the expression softening his face and lightening the dark circles under his eyes. “We aren’t too far from our destination, but please try to relax some.” 

He left the light on as he started to drive again, quickly pulling back onto the road with smooth precision. You sighed, suddenly aware of the massive amount of tension in your shoulders and back that wasn’t there an hour ago. Ijichi leaving the light on was a small gesture, but it did help you relax. Ino remained silent in the passenger seat, and every so often, you could see him glance at you using the rearview mirror, but the atmosphere was no longer tense. Still, you couldn’t shake all of the anxiety from your mind as the car traveled on.

 After a few more minutes passed, Ijichi turned the car down an almost-hidden road, and the massive outline of a house appeared through the dark curtain of trees. As you drew closer, the soft glow of lanterns lined a well-paved stone driveway, growing brighter and illuminating more of the multi-floored house and surrounding gardens. Your mouth parted in a silent exclamation as you stared out the window. It was gorgeous…. dark and sleek, like a modern mansion, but heavily influenced by the style of a traditional Japanese home. Like many other people who lived in Tokyo, you’d only ever lived in a tiny, very drab city apartment; there was no way you could fathom anyone owning something that massive.

You tried to stifle your amazement, quietly reminding yourself that you weren’t here to ogle some crime boss’s home as Ijichi pulled up and around to the front steps. Ino stepped out, opened your door, and offered his hand with a small smile. As you looked out, you were distracted by two massive stone dragon statues that flanked the steps. Their teeth were permanently bared in a protective snarl as a warning for those who entered, and you shivered. 

“Kintatsu-Ikka,” Ino reminded you coyly.

Tentatively, you accepted the young man’s help, and he led you onto the beautiful wooden engawa that surrounded the entire mansion. He didn’t even need to unlock the door; he simply pushed it open to lead you inside.

Your jaw dropped despite your best attempt to keep a neutral expression; the interior was somehow even more beautiful than the exterior. Moonlight entwined with lanternlight pooled through massive floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on dark, polished wood floors. A crackling fire burned in a glass fireplace beside a common area furnished with plush-looking leather couches and chairs. 

Notably, the central couch was occupied by a young boy in the most rumpled suit you’d ever seen. He was completely sprawled out in a position that made your back hurt just to look at, watching a cheesy action movie on a glossy, widescreen T.V. that probably cost more than your entire yearly salary. 

Ino chuckled at your awe-struck expression, “I know, right? I think everyone had that reaction the first time they saw the place. Our Oyabun has good taste.”

The young boy perked up at the sound of Ino’s voice, nearly falling off the couch as he tried to stand up. “Kyodai! You’re back!”

He bounced onto the floor with youthful zeal, altogether abandoning the movie he had been so engrossed in and running up to the two of you. “Hi, I’m Yuji. Who are you?” 

Yuji cocked his head at you in curiosity, the sudden movement causing his strawberry-pink hair to flop to one side. You smiled and introduced yourself, charmed by the sweet boy, but your inner thoughts only grew more complicated. 

“This sweet boy is supposed to be a criminal?? Why do none of these supposed Yakuza act or look anything like the stories?” 

Of course, you had heard more than your fair share of stories about the shady criminal organizations that Japan was so infamous for. Yakuza were supposed to be malicious gangsters who only pretended to follow an honor code. They were supposed to be rough, low-life criminals who had simply been given a spit-shine and a suit, but the young boy who stood in front of you seemed like an overeager puppy, energetic and harmless. 

Yuji’s eyes shone as he recognized your name. “Oh! You’re-”

“Can’t talk now, little bro. She’s got a meeting with your dad.” Ino interrupted him, pulling you past before you could register what he said.

Ino led you past a few rooms where the glossy wooden floors gave way to traditional tatami mats. You turned down another hallway, passing more closed doors and what looked like a sizeable library before the two of you arrived at the end of the hallway, where one more door waited. The soft glow of lamplight shone out from the frame, signaling that it was occupied. Your stomach fluttered anxiously as Ino stepped up and knocked softly. A low, delighted chuckle came from inside, and your heart stopped as the door finally swung open.

“N-Nanami-san?!?” You managed to squeak out, almost dropping your purse in surprise. 

You had no idea who you had expected to meet, but it certainly wasn’t one of your favorite longtime customers. Moonlight shone down on Nanami Kento's tall, well-built figure, further softening his sharp features as he sat behind a massive wooden desk on the far side of the room. Despite the late hour, he was still dressed in the tan suit and spotted tie he always seemed to favor. A few stray strands of Nanami’s beautiful golden hair framed his face as he nursed a glass of whiskey, raising the crystal highball glass to his lips for a taste of the amber liquid. He let his gaze wash over you, almost as if he was savoring your presence alongside the alcohol. 

A low chuckle came from behind the door, and a raspy, darkly intelligent voice teased. “Oh? I didn’t think you’d ignore me…. I’m hurt.”

 Your heart had stopped earlier, but now it just left your body entirely as Higuruma Hiromi stepped into view. As always, he was almost the visual opposite of Nanami but no less handsome in his black suit. Hiromi walked towards you, tall and lanky, darkly attractive with mussed hair and a near-permanent look of exhaustion hidden behind a small grin. 

“Don’t badger her, Hiromi. She’s had a long day.” Nanami chastised firmly.

Hiromi adjusted the sleeves of his crisp dress shirt and gave you a lopsided grin that made your stomach churn. “Sorry, sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood.” 

The two men were night and day from each other, but they were both your favorite patrons by far, each visiting the Cafe on the same day every week. As certain as night became day, Hiromi showed up on Monday mornings, and Nanami visited you every Thursday. You had grown to cherish their company, even allowing them to come and visit with you in the early hours before the Cafe actually opened, something you had never let anyone else do. However, neither man had ever mentioned the other, and you had never seen them at the same time. You had absolutely no reason to think the men had known each other. 

A memory flashed through your mind as you stared at Nanami, gasping for air.

He had come to visit even earlier than usual one morning, walking in while you were tending to the pastry dough in your small professional kitchen. 

Nanami had poked his head in to find you listening to an old song on your small radio, swaying your hips and humming along to the infectious tune. You were in your own little world, completely oblivious to his presence as you systematically filled croissant dough with chocolate and plopped them onto an awaiting tray. 

You moved to place the tray into the oven but tripped over a rag on the way over, crying out as you braced to hit the hard tile floor…. but the pain you had expected never arrived. Instead, you landed against a broad chest and surprisingly muscular arms that broke your fall. The pastries hit the floor with a loud clatter, but it didn’t matter as Nanami chuckled in your ear, his low, rich voice bringing a deep flush to your cheeks as his hand stroked your waist. 

“Careful, now.”

Only a few weeks later, Hiromi knocked on your front door one morning and stumbled in, tired and exhausted from “a long night at work,” but he had come anyway, wholly unwilling to miss his visit with you. 

“You’d worry too much if I didn’t come,” he’d grinned at you, teasing but infuriatingly correct.

You had steadfastly ignored him, instead choosing to chastise the exhausted man for not taking better care of himself. You made his usual order from memory while making him swear that he’d get more rest. As you pushed the warm cappuccino into his hands, Hiromi’s clever fingers brushed against yours in a way that made your heart flutter. 

“Anything for you,” he had said, looking into your eyes with a smile that made your knees weak.

You lurched back to reality as Hiromi led you to a plush leather armchair and gently helped you sit back. Your movements were slow and robotic, but you didn’t pull away from the warmth of his hand. 

“What… what the fuck is going on?”  You suddenly felt breathless, like you were drowning in the deep end of a pool. Hurt and anger flashed through you like wildfire. You had let these men in. Not only that, you had trusted them and grown to care for each of them. 

 “I’m sorry. We should have told you sooner.” Nanami sighed, “We both agree that keeping you in the dark was wrong, but please give us the chance to explain. The last thing either of us wanted was to hurt you.”

Hiromi reluctantly pulled away from your side, returning to take his seat next to Nanami. He nodded in agreement with the blonde man’s words and took a deep drink from his wine glass before he spoke. “We may not have been completely forthright with everything, but I promise that neither my brother nor I ever lied to you.” 

“But… I thought you were a salaryman, and I thought you were a lawyer?? You didn’t ever mention each other, but now you’re brothers? I thought I knew you. What are you… Who are you?” You questioned furiously, gesturing between the two men. 

All the stolen touches, all the charged glances, and honeyed words... Were they all a lie? 

You’d wanted one or both men so desperately that you’d deleted the dating app on your phone, praying that eventually, you’d work up the courage to ask one of them out. At night, you dreamed about how they’d touch you; in your wildest dreams, you even thought about what having both of them at once would be like. 

Both men had the decency to look ashamed as a single, angry tear rolled down your cheek. Hiromi tugged at his tie as if it had grown too tight, and Nanami sighed deeply, bowing his head. “We aren’t brothers in the literal sense, but we are ‘brothers’ because Hiromi and I joined the same Yakuza family when we were young. You may have heard Ino refer to another member of the Kintatsu-Ikka as ‘shatei’ or ‘little brother,’ which is the same concept.”   

Hiromi finished fiddling with his tie, leaving it undone around his neck. “As for your other question, I am still a lawyer, and he does have some salaryman duties; Kento still handles a lot of booking-related concerns because he’s too damn good with numbers. We both started our careers in administration….” he paused, selecting his next words carefully, “...before we decided that certain things in our organization needed to change.”

You stared at the desk, steadfastly refusing to look at either man as Nanami continued, “Our family split into two rival factions, and Hiromi and I each took control of one side. We reshaped both organizations but left them separate because it allowed us a certain advantage over other, much less savory groups. My men became known as the Kintatsu-ikka, and Hiromi formed the Kageakuma-Kai.”

The names bounced around in your brain, and suddenly, something clicked. You had heard of them; some of the other shopkeepers around your district had specifically purchased protection from one of the two groups. They told you that the men were kind and honorable and could help you if any other Yakuza families tried to trouble you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me who you were in the first place?” Your cheeks flushed hot, and you drew your arms around your body, desperate for some comfort from the way your heart ached. “Were you wanting to play with my emotions… to make me look like a fool?” 

Both men looked instantly mortified. 

“No. Absolutely not.” Hiromi said firmly, frowning as he set his wine glass down with a soft clink.

“That is the last thing we wanted,” Nanami’s handsome brow furrowed deeply as he agreed. 

“You must understand that in our line of work, we don’t meet many genuine people,” Hiromi mused, studying how his red wine swirled against the glass. “Most people we meet either instantly fear us or they want something from us. You…. were an outlier; you were kind, warm, and just-.” 

“Lovely,” Nanami murmured, finishing the raven-haired man’s sentence. “You were lovely. By the time we realized that we needed to tell you, neither of us knew how to. It isn’t an excuse, but we do want to make it up to you.”

“W-what am I supposed to do now?” You stammered. “Ijichi-san mentioned that the detective who showed up at the Cafe today was a ‘bad man.’ What does that even mean?” 

If you had any doubt that the two men in front of you were telling the truth about being Yakuza, it immediately vanished as their expressions hardened in an instant. Nanami’s normally warm, brown gaze carried the full weight of scorched earth, and Higuruma’s dark irises glinted like obsidian.

“Don’t worry; he will be taken care of,” Hiromi muttered, staring intensely over the rim of his wine glass. His tone had a dark, glittering edge, and the implication behind his words made you freeze. 

“The two of you… You hurt people, don’t you?” You questioned softly, almost afraid of the answer. 

Hiromi and Nanami looked at each other briefly before the weight of their combined gaze settled back on you.

“We do, but only people who deserve it,” Nanami said plainly as if he were discussing the weather. “Both the Kintatsu-Ikka and the Kageakuma-Kai are groups that actively follow the code of bushido. We practice honor and restraint but do not show those virtues to those who do not deserve them.”

“That weasel knows that you likely have nothing to do with our organization. He’s a corrupt cop that another Association bought with their blood money; you’re innocent, and he’s trying to hurt you.” Hiromi spat darkly. 

Both men radiated a fiercely protective aura that filled the room and made your heart skip a beat. You had been absolutely terrified earlier, and you had even felt betrayed by both men. They had certainly made a mistake by keeping you in the dark about their identities, but they had also done their best to fix it by helping you and answering all of your questions. A warmth began to blossom in your chest, replacing the fear and anger that previously resided there. With the intensity and honesty of your conversation, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that both Nanami and Higuruma would walk through fire to keep you safe. 

“So…. What do I do now, then?” You questioned with a soft smile, trying your best to extend an olive branch. 

Their intensity faded, giving way to sheer relief as Nanami exhaled softly, and some of the tension left Higuruma’s shoulders. 

“I’d like for you to stay here, at least for a little while,” Nanami responded gently. “This house is safer than almost any other place in Tokyo.” 

Higuruma huffed into his wine glass, “I think you’re vastly underselling it, but I agree. My place would be the other option, but it’s in the middle of the city, and I don’t think it’s safe for you to re-enter Tokyo just yet.”

You looked down at your coffee-stained clothes and then back to the two men, trying to figure out how to ask what you’d do about basic necessities. Nanami caught on to your dilemma quickly, and he simply smiled and waved his hand. “Oh, don’t worry. One of the guest rooms is already fully set up and we can have anything you need brought in tomorrow.” 

“We’ve caused you enough stress,” Higuruma acknowledged with an apologetic smile. “I can easily speak for both of us when I say that we’d like to take good care of you while you’re here.” 

The lamplight reflected off his dark eyes, which were slightly hazy from the wine. You blushed and swallowed nervously at his words; your frustration had evaporated, leaving you painfully aware of the feelings you still harbored toward both men.

“You’re to treat my home as your own while you’re here,” Nanami added softly. “Ino and Yuji will keep you safe if we have to step out during the day, but both Hiromi and I will be here all night, every night. We will do everything in our power to resolve this matter and keep you safe.” 

The two men shared a pointed look before turning back to face you. Higuruma and Nanami gazed at you with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. 

“It must be obvious by now that both of us… care for you,” Hiromi murmured, his black eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “If you allow us, we want to make up for our mistakes. We want to care for you- honestly, we’d both like to spoil you rotten.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as Nanami nodded in agreement. “We both just want to see you safe and happy.” 

“Thank you. I feel much better now with both of you here,” you murmured, desperately trying to keep your voice from shaking. 

It was true. You did feel much better, but you were also completely exhausted from the day's harrowing events. Your body had held so much stress and tension over the last few hours that almost every inch of your skin hurt. 

Hiromi noticed your discomfort, frowning slightly. “Kento, let’s save the rest of this for later. She’s beyond exhausted.”

“How about a hot shower and some sleep?” Nanami suggested softly, and you nodded in vigorous agreement. 

“That sounds lovely.” You murmured wistfully, already imagining how the hot water would soothe your aches and pains. 

Without further fanfare, Nanami and Higuruma got up to escort you from the office. Your legs were wobbly from sheer exhaustion, but you managed to stand and follow the two men without any major issues. As they led you through the house, it was empty; everyone else had either gone home or had long since gone to bed. 

“This will be your room, and the one next to it is mine. Hiromi is on your other side, and my son sleeps across the hall,” Nanami said with a smile, gesturing at each door in turn. If you need anything, please let one of us know.”  

“I will,” you murmured, returning his smile. 

Both men studied you carefully in the dim lighting. They seemed reluctant just to leave you alone, but Hiromi finally broke the silence rather awkwardly. “Er, well, I can only think of one more thing you’ll need to know. We wanted to give you clean clothes to sleep in, but we don’t have many women around… Anyway, we both left you a few choices that should be comfortable enough.” 

Hiromi’s voice was raspier than usual as he looked to the side and scratched his head sheepishly. A light flush had spread across the lawyer's cheeks if your eyes weren’t tricking you in the dim lighting. 

“Ok….?” You said tentatively. Part of you questioned his reaction, but the tired half of your brain just decided to go with it.

“Good night, then. We are glad that you arrived safely.” Nanami whispered with a small smile as the two men headed off to their respective rooms. 

Unsurprisingly, the room they had you staying in was no less beautiful than the rest of the house, but you were far too tired to inspect it thoroughly. All you cared about was the large, soft bed and the attached bathroom as you opened the door, threw off your clothes, and immediately jumped into the shower. The warm water felt just as good as you’d thought, and the spacious bathroom was stocked with any luxury product you could ever need. When you were ready to get out, your skin felt soft and wonderfully pampered. 

You still didn’t fully realize why Hiromi had been so sheepish until after you had toweled off and stepped back into the bedroom. A small, multicolored mountain on top of the dresser caught your eye, and you audibly gasped when you realized that it was entirely made up of men’s clothing. There were luxuriously soft sweatpants, pattered pajama pants, socks, hoodies, and many different styles of well-loved T-shirts, all laid out for you to choose from. Honestly, there were enough clothes in the pile that you could easily have pajamas or comfortable loungewear for an entire month. 

Eventually, you decided on a pair of lovely knit socks, some soft grey sweatpants that were clearly from Nanami’s wardrobe, and one of Higuruma’s old law school shirts. It was almost unfair; the clothes smelled like a perfect mixture of the two men. A heady blend of leather, aftershave, tea, and tobacco clouded your senses, and you blushed, realizing that you’d be wearing their clothes and nothing else since you had no clean underwear to put on. As you dressed, a shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn’t from fear; no, this was a shiver of pure need. 

Both Higuruma and Nanami had been recurring visitors in your dreams for many months, and you had only grown more desperate to know how they’d feel and how they’d taste. You wanted to know if they’d be rough, pressing you into the mattress with deep, almost brutal thrusts, or if they’d be slow and sensual, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you with their tongues and fingers, making you beg to feel their cocks. Maybe they’d switch between the two, or maybe they’d want you on top. Honestly, you couldn’t even tell what scenario you wanted more. 

Your desire for both men had grown to the point where they were all you could think about. No porn quelled your appetite; no erotic novels brought you relief from the deep-seated desire that throbbed deep in your core and refused to leave for hours at a time. Honestly, you felt like it was driving you insane. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost swear the two men sent you into some kind of feral heat because you were always obscenely wet every night, nearly sobbing in frustration as your pussy begged for something more than your own fingers.

You’d tried overstimulation, erotic ASMR, vibrators, plugs, and even lube meant to replicate cum… literally everything you could think of. You tried to stuff your aching cunt full of every toy imaginable, desperate to find some relief, but nothing truly worked. Sure, you’d eventually orgasm, but it was never as satisfying as you needed it to be, and it did nothing to sate your desire. If anything, it was like only being able to swat at an itch instead of scratching it outright. 

Tonight was even worse than usual; the way Nanami and Higuruma had been so protective of you earlier had only added fuel to the fire. You clenched your thighs together in sheer desperation as you slid into bed and slipped your hand underneath the waistband of your—no, Nanami’s—sweatpants with a whimper. 

 “Both of us care for you…. We want to spoil you….”

Their earlier words rang in your ears as you slid a finger through your folds teasingly, biting the swell of your lower lip to stifle the next pitiful whine that escaped. Your poor little clit was already throbbing, so puffy and sensitive that you had to turn over and bury your face into the pillow as you circled it with your fingers. The men you had fantasized about for so long were literally on either side of you as you touched yourself to thoughts of them, and you could only pray that you were being quiet enough-

There was a single, sharp knock on the door before it cracked open, catching you right at the moment your fingers slid into your soaked cunt.

You could hear Hiromi’s muffled voice, his tone urgent as he asked, “Are you okay? We heard you cry- oh.” 

Two sets of footsteps entered the room and approached you on the bed as you slipped your hand out from between your legs, threw the sheet over your head, and prayed to somehow evaporate on the spot. 

“Is there something you want to tell us, sweetheart?” Nanami rasped, voice low and thick with barely restrained lust. 

“C’mon now, don’t be shy,” Hiromi purred, drawing another whimper from your lips. “We want to help you.” 

You babbled an incoherent mess of words into the pillow, and Nanami slowly pulled the sheet back from your body. He hooked a thick finger under your jaw, gently pulling your face away from the pillow. 

“Need you to use your words for us, darling.” The blonde man murmured. 

“‘M so sorry… just need it so bad. Please, I need you both.” You sobbed shamefully, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you clenched your thighs together in desperation. 

Something instantly snapped in both men. You felt the bed dip behind you as Nanami crouched down to pull you into a searing kiss. Hiromi slotted himself between your legs, pulling them apart, and you whined desperately against Nanami’s lips as the man between your legs pressed his gorgeous, hooked nose directly against your still-clothed cunt. 

Higuruma inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the scent of your arousal as he growled and cursed under his breath, “Fuck, she’s so goddamn wet already.” 

Nanami sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth as you moaned again, completely lost in your desire. Hiromi licked greedily at the damp patch of fabric that separated his hot mouth from your cunt, shoving his face even further in between your legs like he intended to devour you through the fabric of Nanami’s sweatpants. 

“Ngh, ‘Romi,” You whined against Nanami’s lips as you kissed him sloppily, drawing a deep chuckle from the blonde. 

“What about me, hmmm?” He teased. “If he gets to taste your pretty little pussy, what do I get? 

Nanami trailed his lips across your jaw and down the corner of your neck, licking and biting at your pulse point before making his way up to coo against the shell of your ear, “I think I have an idea.” 

You had never been so aroused in your entire life. All you could do was lay there as Nanami stepped away to undress, and Hiromi pulled you backward. He ripped off your clothes and coaxed you to your hands and knees, stroking your back and sides and whispering hoarse praises as you forced your jelly-like limbs to support the weight of your body. 

As soon as you had all four limbs solidly planted on the bed, Hiromi’s patience snapped, and he lurched forward, sinking his tongue into your dripping cunt. The lawyer moaned shamelessly against your folds as he explored every inch of you with his tongue, kissing and sucking at your labia before reaching forward to stimulate your puffy little clit. 

“Kento, she tastes so fucking good.” He groaned, leaning back to kiss and nip at the pillowy, soft skin of your inner thighs. You shook above him, back arched in pure hedonistic bliss as Higuruma devoured you like a man starved.  

Your eyes rolled back in your head as Hiromi wrapped his hands around your hipbones, encouraging you to thrust back against his eager mouth. Nanami groaned at the sight of the raven-haired man devouring you as he returned to the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and your eyes fluttered open again. Suddenly, you were treated to the sight of the tall, blonde man completely nude and kneeling in front of you. 

Moonlight shone through the window, once again illuminating Nanami Kento's form, and your mouth went bone-dry. Sure, you had noticed how broad his chest was and how his suit jacket clung to his form, but now you could watch the way his muscles rippled and flexed with every move. Certainly, nothing had prepared you for the massive, golden dragon proudly inked over his entire right arm. It started at his wrist, wrapping up and around his shoulder to bare its fangs in a ferocious snarl across his pectoral. Your gaze trailed further down, past defined abdominal muscles to where his erection stood proudly against his belly. It was certainly larger than average, but what stood out the most was how thick his erect cock was. 

You whimpered, and your cunt throbbed around Hiromi’s tongue as your gaze traveled to the swollen tip that was already starting to leak pre-cum. The raven-haired lawyer pulled back from your thighs, chuckling hoarsely, “I think our pretty baby likes what she sees, Kento. You should’ve felt the way she just squeezed me like a damn vice.” 

Nanami’s large hand cupped your jaw, stroking it with his thumb as he leaned down and pulled you forward into another bruising kiss. In doing so, he accidentally pulled you forward and away from Hiromi’s mouth, causing him to growl in displeasure. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll learn to share,” Nanami whispered against your lips, trailing his hand down to palm your tender breasts. “Are you going to let me feel that pretty mouth, sweetheart?” 

“Please…. Wanna taste you.” You nodded rapidly, already almost salivating in anticipation as the golden-haired man rose and shifted his hips forward. Without any further encouragement, you licked his swollen tip, swirling your tongue around it to taste the heady musk of his pre-cum. His thick cock twitched, and Nanami groaned your name softly, guiding his shaft towards your plush, kiss-swollen lips with one of his hands. 

You greedily sucked the thick tip into your mouth with an audible pop as Higuruma continued to torture you with his tongue and clever fingers, still completely drunk on your taste. Nanami cupped your cheek with one of his large hands before moving that same hand into your hair, entwining his fingers with the strands. From the look of intense concentration on his face and the way his abdomen twitched, you could easily tell that he was fighting the desire to sheath his cock in your throat all at once. 

“Fuck, sweetheart…. you have such a perfect mouth,” Nanami groaned hoarsely, reflexively tightening his grip on your hair. 

You moaned around his cock in response, causing even more of the thick shaft to slide in. 

“Perfect, hah, beautiful…. Divine.” He growled more praises as you slowly took more and more of him until, finally, you nuzzled your nose against the coarse, honey-blonde hairs that trailed up from the base of his cock. 

You had never felt so perfectly and deliciously used as Nanami began to thrust his hips shallowly, sliding his thick cock in and out of your throat. Hiromi’s clever fingers kept circling your engorged clit in the most delicious way, and you launched higher and higher into ecstasy between the two men. 

The band of pleasure in your stomach began to tighten uncontrollably, causing you to moan and drool even more. You could actually hear how aroused you were as Hiromi drilled his fingers into your soaked cunt, easily rubbing against the spongy spot that had you whining like a bitch in heat. 

“Please cum, baby. Need to feel you cum.” Hiromi groaned reverently, almost like he was praying. He reached down to squeeze the base of his own cock hard, trying to keep from cumming in his pants. 

“You're doing so well for us. Please, sweetheart.” Nanami joined in as his thrusts became shaky. 

You wanted to tell them that you would, that you were trying, and that you were so close to the best orgasm you’ve ever had…. but you didn’t even get to finish the thought before your bliss hit you like a falling star, sending you shattering over the edge into hedonistic oblivion. 

You cried out around Nanami’s cock, soaking Hiromi’s face in your arousal as your orgasm was ripped out of you. A shaky curse tumbled from Nanami’s lips as he felt his swollen balls clench hard.  As if you’d started a chain reaction, thick ropes of his cum filled your throat, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered Higuruma’s hoarse cry as you greedily swallowed every last drop of Kento’s cum. 

After a few minutes passed, Nanami gently pulled you off of his softening length. He held you against his broad chest, pressing reverent kisses to the top of your head and whispering praises against your skin. Hiromi remained pressed against the mattress for another moment, left completely spent from his own unexpected orgasm, but eventually, he slid up behind you, pressing kisses to your shoulder blades. 

“Beautiful girl, you did so well for us,” He murmured hoarsely, allowing you to slide into his arms as Nanami passed you over and slid out of bed to run the three of you a bath. 

You looked at him with eyes half-lidded in complete exhaustion. “‘Romi, didn’t get to make you feel good,” you fretted. 

“Oh, but you did,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to each of your eyelids. “You tasted so good that I came in my damn pants like a teenager.” 

—

After that night, you rarely went more than two days without warming the bed of one or both men. True to Nanami’s word, he and Hiromi spoiled you rotten with anything you could ever want, and both men quickly became excellent at sharing you. You lightened up their lives in a way that did not go unnoticed by those around them, but the three of you hadn’t yet discussed what would happen with your relationship when you were entirely safe and able to return to the city. The uncertainty weighed heavily on your mind for a few weeks, and you finally decided to ask the two men. 

A few nights after you’d made up your mind, the opportunity to ask presented itself when the three of you went to the onsen late at night. Both Nanami and Hiromi used the spa and the attached bathing facilities almost religiously, finding it an excellent way to relax from the stress of their day. Like other Yakuza, their tattoos barred them from entering any public bathhouse, so they simply built their own far away from prying eyes. 

“Ken, Hiromi, I’ve got a question for the two of you,” You murmured, slipping into the warm water of the sizeable, man-made hot spring. 

Higuruma chuckled, pulling you close to nibble the shell of your ear playfully. “This could be trouble,” he teased, passing you to Nanami, who chose to press a soft, affectionate kiss to your cheek. 

You smiled at the two men, lightly smacking Hiromi’s arm for the quip. He growled at you playfully, surging forward to chase you around the small pool. Eventually, he caught you and tossed you over his lithely muscular back like a sack of potatoes, giving you a perfect view of the black, swirling Oni mask tattooed across his skin. 

He returned you to your rightful place between him and Nanami as the blonde man scoffed at him, although both of you knew the stern dragon secretly loved your antics. 

“You were saying, sweetheart?” Kento asked pointedly. 

“Mhhmmm,” you nodded slowly, “I… I wanted to know what’s going to happen when it’s time for me to return to the city.”

Both men looked at each other pointedly, just as they had on the night your relationship actually began. 

“Well, we’ve been discussing that, actually,” Hiromi started with a small smile. “Kento and I have concluded that it’ll be beneficial for the Kintatsu-Ikka and the Kageakuma-Kai to officially rejoin forces.” 

You stared at them blankly, “That’s good… I think?” 

“Yes, it is,” Nanami murmured smoothly. “Funnily enough, we both seemed to conclude that most important alliances are forged through marriage.” 

“And we aren’t planning on marrying each other, so, naturally, the best option would be to find a willing third party to act as a proxy.” Higuruma grinned at you. 

Tears of joy pricked at your eyes, “You know…. if you’re asking me to marry you, you may want to ask in slightly less legal terms.” 

Nanami slid up behind you, pulling you back against his muscular chest. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder reverently, cradling your body as if you were the most precious jewel.“Then allow me. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” 

Hiromi grew more serious, but his smile never faded as he knelt in the water in front of you and cupped your hand in his, “And I would also like to ask for your hand in marriage. Let us make you the happiest woman in the world, darling.” 

You pulled both men in to embrace you as tears of pure happiness rolled down your cheeks, splashing into the steaming water. “I love you both so much.”

Nanami and Hiromi wound their arms around you, completely interlocking your body with theirs. 

“There’s one more thing you’ll need to know, love,” Nanami murmured next to your ear. 

“Oh?” You purred.

“If you agree to marry us, there’s a certain…. competition we will need your help with.” 

“And what would that be?” You asked curiously, glancing between the two men. 

Nanami gently reached his hand to trail over your lower stomach, and your breath caught in your throat as you realized what they were about to ask. 

“We want you to give both of us children, darling,” Hiromi husked, roaming his hands over your body, “But instead of planning who will go first… we want it to be a surprise.” 

“You want to see who can get me pregnant first?” You asked in a daze. Both men inhaled deeply at your words, and you could feel them start to harden against you almost instantly. 

“We’ve both seen the way you dote on the babies who visited the cafe…  and the way you look at baby videos on your phone with that soft little smile on your face,” Nanami murmured, “Yuji could use a sibling or two… Just say the word, and we’ll give you a baby of your very own.” 

Your face flushed hotly at the idea of growing round and full with their children, and you had to bite your lip to stifle a whimper. The three of you could likely fill this spacious mountain mansion with children, and you knew that Hiromi and Kento would make the perfect fathers. They both knew when to be stern versus caring, and they’d protect their family with their lives if needed.

“Fuck, you’ll be such a pretty mommy,” Hiromi groaned, palming the swell of your breasts in the water. “We’ll get to see these all full and heavy…”

“If I say yes…. Can we start now?” You ask breathlessly, drawing a hoarse laugh from Nanami and a pleased grin from Higurumua. 

“I think it’d be a shame to waste any time,” Kento said, picking you up bridal-style and carrying you from the pool deck with Hiromi hot on his heels. 

–

In no time at all, you were lying on your back in Nanami’s spacious bed with both of your future husbands hell-bent on bringing you to the pinnacle of bliss. You’d already cum twice, and now Kento was sprawled out between your legs with your knees hooked over his shoulders, softly lapping at your clit as Hiromi kneaded your breasts with his clever fingers. Every so often, the lawyer leaned down to pop one of your hardened nipples into his hot mouth, sucking on the bud until you cried out. 

“Ken… ‘Romi, nnngh, it feels so good….. too much,” You whined desperately at the blissful almost-pain of overstimulation. 

“C’mon, baby. Make another mess for us, yeah?” Hiromi begged shamelessly, leaning up to kiss you deeply. He swirled his tongue into your mouth at the same time Nanami swiped his tongue across your clit, and you saw stars, wantonly moaning into the kiss. 

Nanami repeated the movement with his tongue, and your hips bucked off the bed, but the strong man simply pinned you back down with a growl that made your clit throb. 

“Darling, darling, fuck- so beautiful. You can do it,” The raven-haired man praised you desperately, and your back arched off the bed as your clit throbbed pitifully. Every nerve ending in your body lit up at once as your orgasm ripped through you, causing you to shudder between the two men. 

Nanami pushed himself off the bed and back onto his knees as he wiped the visible traces of your arousal from his chin and licked them from his fingers, smiling down at you in a manner that made you shiver with anticipation. 

“We’re going to fill you up now, darling,” he purred roughly, “One of us is about to get you pregnant, so what do you say?” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you mumbled over and over as Hiromi turned you over and laid you against his chest, making sure your legs were hooked over his. He palmed his erection between your legs, using his fingers to coat his thick shaft with your arousal before slowly sliding you down onto his length. 

You moaned in tandem with the raven-haired lawyer as he bottomed out inside you. He was only slightly less thick than Nanami, but his cock was beautifully long. The swollen tip greedily rubbed against your cervix, almost pleading for it to accept his babies as Hiromi tipped his head back, panting heavily. You had to claw at the sheets on either side of him to keep from moving your hips. 

“C’mon, Ken… ‘s not easy to stay still.” Hiromi groaned. 

Nanami chuckled roughly, positioning himself behind you and threading his legs over Higuruma’s but under yours. “Baby, do you remember the word if we need to stop?” 

You nodded frantically. “Please… I remember; just please, Ken.” 

With another long groan, Nanami positioned his swollen cock next to Hiromi’s, doused himself with lube, and very slowly began to push in. At first, it felt as if you were being completely split in half by the two men. You were well past properly aroused, but the intense stretch of taking two thick cocks at once simply took time. Fortunately, both men were more than willing to be patient. 

“Good fucking girl,” Kento moaned as he finally sank all the way in, his balls resting against your plush ass and his cock nestled directly on top of Hiromi’s as they took you at the same time. You sobbed against the dark-haired man’s chest, and he cursed loudly in return; the pressure and heat and delicious friction were almost too much for everyone involved to last any proper amount of time. 

Nanami began to slowly thrust in and out of your core, which was now soaked with a hedonistic mixture of your cum, a generous amount of lube, and the pre-cum from both men. Every thrust sent him rubbing against Hiromi’s cock, creating delicious friction for both men and giving you the overwhelming feeling of being obscenely full. 

Miraculously, the three of you managed to last another three minutes before you came unbelievably hard, convulsing between the two men as your vision turned white. As soon as your core began to flutter around Hiromi and Kento, both men were gone. They each came with a hoarse cry, painting your womb white with their combined seed as your cunt greedily milked it from their swollen balls. 

Eventually, the two men slowly recovered their senses, but you were still absolutely floating. Hiromi pulled out of you first, motioning to Nanami to keep their cum tucked safely inside you. The blonde did so happily, gently keeping you plugged with his cock and fingers until the other man returned with enough clean pillows to prop your hips up properly. After sorting out your positioning, they quickly cleaned themselves off and returned to your side, ready to spoil completely rotten you once you woke up. 

“Oh, and may the best man win.” Hiromi lazily jabbed at Kento, who simply scoffed with his own satisfied grin. 

“The way I see it, we both already won.”

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[foldingfittedsheets]

Okay, weird question but you mentioned using a cup in the tags of a post references menstruation (I assume you were referencing menstruation when you woke up in your own blood). Do you have have any advice for cups or period products in general? People say that you're not supposed to feel inserted products but I always feel them - even the smallest of tampons. Im always aware of external products like pads as well, even if i use cloth ones. Any advice you have would be appreciated!

I really adore my Flex cup. I tried like... five different brands of period cup before I found this one and I adore it. I will never ever go back.

Tampons for me created a painful feeling of friction, they were never comfortable enough for me to wear in anything except extreme emergencies. Like you I was always painfully aware of them inside me. Pads were lumpy and the feeling of freely bleeding made my skin crawl. I also didn't like the disposable nature of both. So I looked into cups.

In general, I found that because cups are made of smooth silicone they did not irritate or chafe me like tampons. I get to keep using them forever with just a quick boil between periods. But like tampons the size still matters. I'm a little person and big cups really exacerbated my cramps so it's important to find the right size for your body.

Cups can also be hard to learn to insert, as a heads up. My beloved had a hell of a time mastering that aspect but both of us are never ever going back. You really get to just forget you're on your period aside from cramps etc because they're so comfortable. There's quizzes now that can help you match with the right cup for your body type.

I've also heard some menstruaters talk up period underwear where it just fits snug and you bleed into it. Again, feeling blood drip out of me is a hard no but it could be up your alley.

[dk-thrive]

To survive here, I have split myself in two: my true self and my false self.

Here are the facts: I am thirty-three, almost a year into a job in Silicon Valley, waiting for the truth of my life to crack open and reveal itself. Here, I am surrounded by all of the signs of money crushing the life out of a place: the rich live inside tall town homes, the poor live in faded dirty tents if they are lucky, there are boarded-up businesses next to new juice bars, people either defecating in the streets or buying gourmet groceries, eating at overpriced restaurants or out of the dumpsters in the back alley. It’s a city of extremes. The city is full of Believers. The Believers want to be here, were born to be here. They come from the Ivy League and throw their entire beings into technology. Their eyes glow as if pixelated. Their pulses thrum from stocks, driverless cars, phones that collect the data of their lives in digital dashboards reporting: songs listened to, steps taken, places visited, workouts completed, hours slept. Those of us who aren’t Believers are here in an attempt to heave ourselves up out of dying towns, out of in-state colleges, out of lower-class pasts and into the upper strata of wealth. We’ve come here to reinvent ourselves, with our families pushing us forward, their hands on our backs, urging us to go west, to strike gold. But out here, out west, there are endless hours of commuting, constant emails and notifications, top secret projects, impossible deadlines. Whether you’re a Believer or not, the very pressure of the atmosphere in San Francisco changes you, molds you, shapes you into a new breed of worker. It has changed me. To survive here, I have split myself in two: my true self and my false self. My fake self rises up to take over when the demands are too great. Maybe there must always be two of us—our real selves and the ones we create to survive in the world as it is. — Sarah Rose Etter, Ripe: A Novel (Scribner, July 11, 2023) 

[dyrewrites]

I am so glad, because I loved writing the ghoul lore. ^.-

Synthcats are synthetic cats, yes. Real ones are for witches, mostly.

Here is a thing, because it is easier to share the scene of a real kitty meeting false ones than explain.

--

And the darkness spoke, not in words but whispers and murmurs. Its many eyes turned and flashed at one another and those whispers grew to chirps and trills. Then the yowl returned, the same that led her, but it was kind and sweet.

Kiki rarely spoke to other cats, beside her brother—and she avoided speaking to him as often as she could—but these were not cats. They told her as much. They sounded like cats, many even looked like cats, but they were imitations; toys. And what they told her of themselves and their lives made Kiki’s longing for her home, and her human, beat louder in her heart. She had never known a synthetic beyond the one that took her from her mother, and that one looked human. But there in that alley, surrounded by synthetic cats, Kiki became keenly aware of how unique an experience hers had been.

Natural animals were rare in Dolor, with most relegated to expensive enclosures in the glittering towers above the smog which served not as zoos but museums—as the word ‘zoo’ would imply they cared for the well-being of their animal captives and not only their appearance and value.

Most who boasted of pets were speaking of synthetics, as it had become far easier—and cheaper—to create facsimiles of code and silicone than keep the real ones alive.

However, as Kiki learned through the myriad meows and growls of the synthetic cats, even false animals needed to eat. They needed proteins, but it didn’t matter what type or what source, and Kiki found her fur frizzing without permission again.

But the cat who’d led her into the alley assured her, through gentle purrs, that she had not been led to slaughter. They had a reliable food source in that alley. She had been called over because they’d never seen a real cat and wanted to know about her.

You’re so pretty! Their faces said as they rubbed against hers. So warm!

Are you always so warm? The curious paws on her back asked, And soft! Are you softer than us?

Can we share your heat? They meowed together, pressing closer, the wide circle of shining eyes shifting and tightening around her.

Kiki fielded their requests with mews and purrs of her own, flicking her tail this way and that to show her gratitude for their compliments. And then she accepted their oddly cold bodies. She would ask how they found food in that alley, would ask if they knew how to get inside the building that smelled so strongly of her human, but she would not do so then. Not cradled in their love, and soothed by the peculiar vibrations of their purrs and stuttered rhythm of their artificial hearts.

Theirs had been haggard lives, and it showed too plain in the bald spots along their bodies, the missing ears and eyes. Kiki could wait for her human, for her comforting life, while she offered a taste of that comfort to those who’d never known it.

[eric-the-bmo]

Blood and Silicon ep14: Yen/Conversations

[Summary: Blake plans to get rid of Kyra. Leo has some questions for Yen. Pauline doesn't want to get involved. After some bargaining, a plan is formed.] @kentuckycaverats

Blake, still standing over the body of Kyra, asks Pauline to go get some things from the back of his car, allowing her to take his keys. She takes a mental note and heads on over to his car.

Meanwhile Leo is trying his Very Best to stall, and glances over his shoulder to see Asha close the car door- the man follows his gaze, and Leo's like "hey yeah thanks for your directions I'll be off now" but it's like, super awkward bc now they're walking in the same direction?? oh my god.

Anyway so Pauline shows up at this point on her way to Blake's car, and tries to block the window of Asha's hotwired car with herself as the man walks past, and he kinda narrows his eyes because he's all "is this some kind of drug deal or something," but he keeps walking because that's really none of his business.

Asha gets out of the car once he passes like "hey, is everything okay?" and gets informed it's all good, Blake took care of Kyra. Leo and Pauline check in on each other (they're semi-friends, your honor), and Pauline asks Leo to check on Blake to make sure he's okay. Leo doesn't really want to, since he dislikes Blake at the moment, but he goes off to do so anyway.

So he walks into the alley and sees that Blake is contorting Kyra's body in a way to easily put her in something, and that he's dug through her backpack to see if there's anything he can take. Her spear is next to him.

["What the fuck."]

Blake hears Leo's comment, and turns a bit to face him. He asks if Asha's there, and tells him to tell Pauline to grab another thing out of his trunk, as he forgot something on the list he gave her, and Leo is just like. ough. Fuck dude, sure, he'll go do that. Fine.

So he heads on over, and as Pauline is getting things out of Blake's trunk- a duffel bag, a water bottle, some trash bags, and now some blue towels- she's all "Hey. You seem pissed off. Do you want a cigarette, maybe we can talk about?" except more Formal, because this is Pauline here. Leo says he'll take her up on the offer later.

Blake sees the Malkavians return with the stuff he requested, and as he starts to clean the blood off himself with the water he asks them to keep an eye on Yen and Asha, bc hey something weird happened back there (his Frenzy) and he wants to know what's up with that. Pauline goes off to tell Asha they should probably move the hotwired car in case the owner gets back. Leo goes off on a walk ig, and once he's out of earshot Blake begins to break some of Kyra's bones so that she can fit inside one of the duffel bags.

There's a whole bit where Pauline and Asha go off to put the car somewhere else, and Leo goes invisible bc oh shit, the owner of the car is back, but Pauline heads over to use Dominate to tell her she actually parked her car five blocks down. It's all chill, besides the fact Leo's headache is a bit worse now.

Blake puts Kyra's body, now in the bag, in his car, and promises Pauline he'll get rid of it- she really doesn't want anything to come back and bite us. The coterie heads over to Asha's hotwired car, with Blake getting there first. He opens the door to take a look at Yen- she's face-down, having been staked in the back/chest area, and Blake rolls her over. Her face is frozen in some kind of vulnerable, frightened expression, and her hood is down.

There's a third eye on her forehead.

Blake is shocked to see this, saying that this practically changes everything and why didn't Asha tell them about this? She says that she didn't know either! She was just doing what Harrison told her, and he didn't give her a lot of details! Leo and Pauline approach at this point, both with cigarettes, to hear Asha say that this was more than the coterie had bargained for, so she's owing them a favor so that there's no hard feelings down the line. Blake doesn't trust Asha, but he's civil- he cashes in the offer immediately, requesting that the coterie speak to Yen alone.

She agrees, and the details are as such: Asha will sit in her car to watch but not hear, while the coterie talk to Yen in Blake's car; he gives the keys to Asha, so she knows we won't drive off.

And so the coterie is alone with Yen, still staked and unconscious in the back of the car. Music is softly playing Blake nods to Leo, as if to say "go on, this is your chance to talk to her." Leo is very confused on why Blake did this for him, but reaches over and pulls out the stake.

["Good evening."]

Yen doesn't seem fond of the idea of being questioned- she's scared- but Pauline says being staked was better than what the other Kindred got. Leo asks to speak with Yen alone; the other members ask if he's sure, and he's all "you can just sit right outside the car doors." Once alone, he leans forward, and asks what she saw. She tells him, and asks him a question in response that I cannot repeat. He tells her the truth.

["Do the others not know?" She asks. "Is that why you asked them to leave?" He's quiet, hands held together. "I think it's best if they don't know."]

He asks Yen about her eye, and learns she got it when she was Embraced; she's a Salubri, a rare kind of vampire. Leo connects that's why she must be hunted, and asks for confirmation.

["Probably." She looks down. "My sire didn't get the chance to tell me everything."

...Oh.]

Yen wants to leave- she's not done in this city, she wants to know what she can do to get out alive. After a failed joke ("Well, technically-" "You know what I mean") Leo rolls down the windows like "so i got the answers i wanted but also, Guys we gotta do something."

They're like "why," and he says it's unfair she's being hunted down solely due to her bloodline. Leo relays their question to Yen if she knows what a Tremere is, and she responds it's probably one of the many clans that want her dead.

Blake tells Leo to roll up the window again, and then asks Pauline for her thoughts. It turns out she doesn't want to help.

[Her brows furrowed. "Are we sure this is a path we want to go down?Blake points to Yen through the glass. "That's a fucking unicorn in my car right now. That's part of our business now."]

Pauline says that only reinforces her wanting to distance herself from all this, if Harrison wants a Salubri— Blake counters that Leo's been through a lot, so shouldn't they at least give him this? Pauline's expression softens, and she goes to speak to Asha about it.

Asha says she's willing to work with Pauline on this- as long as Yen cooperates, she'll be fine if we give her to Harrison; If the coterie wants to talk to him, though, then they can do that. Blake is mulling something over as he hears this.

There's a violin case next to Leo- she asks for it, and takes it out of the case, beginning to tune it. They have a conversation about it; Leo thinks it's impressive, and she mentions she used to play before her Embrace. He's trying very hard to focus on her tuning the violin- don't look at her chest wound. (It would be a bad idea at 3 Hunger, probably.)

Leo's phone gets a notification- it's from Blake.

[Blake: If you want me to talk to Harrison, let me know Leo: Why would you do that? Blake: Because you would've asked me to.]

Leo responds after a moment that yes, he'd like to talk to Harrison about this. Blake texts him the plan: Pauline and Asha will stay with Yen, while Blake and Leo will go talk to Harrison- after getting rid of Kyra's body, of course.

Leo tells Yen they'll be back in a moment- they're going to help her. Upon her asking why he's doing this, he says he wants to help.

["Just stay in the car or else you might be in more trouble." "Do I have any other option?" It was a bitter response. She softened, just a bit. "...Thank you, I think."]

The coterie transfer Yen to Asha's car, informing the Tremere of the plan. She asks if they're going to throw her under the bus, and Blake denies that. Asha tells them that Harrison has a fondness for fellow Malkavians, and especially Leo in particular. The coterie decides upon advice given to us that Asha should probably call Harrison- he would pick up if it was her, and she can set an appointment for the boys to talk to him.

As she calls the Baron, that ends the session...

(Join us next time for disposing a body and talking to our scary boss!!)

Notes/Commentary:

Leo views Pauline as a sort-of friend I'm so ,,

Percy's cameo is now over :pensive: the fact he figured it was a drug deal and decided that's not his problem?? Hilarious.

Leo's "what the fuck" was just a thing I said in response to that scene, but I figured it would be funny if he Also said that

BLAKE. I want to study this man fr. He's just so chill over this.

Wow I'm realizing a lot of this is just Leo walking back and forth lmao. Sorry dude

Where's the director's cut scene of Leo and Pauline lighting their cigarettes together /lh

"Good evening." Leo that's kinda funny, why would you say that

YENNNNNNNNN

Pauline/Percy's player pointed out that Leo probably has no idea how wild it is to even be interacting with a Salubri!!! He doesn't!! Aaa!!!

I'm also very normal about Leo's response to her question. Dude why did you say that

Hi everyone let's talk about how Leo, through that little "technically we're not alive" joke, made a comment about how he's dead. Which is a thing he's confirmed to have not liked thinking about. Has he finally accepted/come to terms with that??? oughguhg.

HI. PAULINE'S EXPRESSION SOFTENING??? Theyre friends ur honor,,, (kinda)

The ST knew what he was doing when Yen told Leo her sire didn't tell her much!!! oh my god /pos

Theres literally no need for Leo to have told Yen his name was Michael again. They're going to help her, why is he still doing that /lh. man of lies

Leo. Leo u better get pissed off at Blake next session.

If we manage to keep Yen around can you imagine how cool that would be. Salubri pal.,,,

I'm- Okay. The fact Harrison has an interest in Leo ["fondness for Malkavians, especially Leo in particular"]- That makes me Intrigued and Concerned. I kinda know Why, i think, but that doesn't make it any better!! I'm very concerned for my son!!!

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Amphibia Swap AU : What if Frog Anne, Newt Marcy and Toad Sasha found the box of calamity and when they opened it they end up teleported to Earth.

Alright, Let's see what I'm able to do, I was not confident when I went in but I think I'm onto something.

First, timeline shift. We are dealing with Modern Earth, but with Ancient Amphibia. Specifically an Amphibia on the brink of invading modern Earth. Andrias is our sole remaining Amphibian staying Amphibian. So the capital is still integrated

Anne is a frog living in the capital, her parents working the food stalls and do catering in the city. Bright eyed and pretty sure she's going to inherit her parents business one day.

Marcy is a young newt of a minor noble family. A nervous wreck at a big party her parents are throwing. She hides under the stairwell of the kitchens. Anne eventually notices her and started to sneak her food like she was a killapiller she didn't want to scare away. Marcy eventually starts talking to Anne and they become friends. Shortly before Bee or Oum discovers them, investigating where all their candied grasshoppers for the party disappeared to.

Sasha is from a military family and would get food from the foodstall growing up and would visit often after making friends with the ever personable Anne.

The three of them, as unlikely a trio as The prince Andrias and his two companions, one Barrel and Leif. Despite their best efforts to remain friends the three are slowly being pushed apart by circumstance. Anne's station certainly isn't changing, but Sasha is becoming a prodigy among the royal cadets, and the pressure for Marcy pursue her studies for the good of the family start to pull them apart.

Then on one stormy night, there is uproar in the streets and Anne comes outside to see the passing of a great lurching moss covered creature slam boddily into the alley next to her home it's rider dropping a pretty little music box. Anne takes it inside.

Then a day or two later when wanted posters go up all over the cities looking for a music box taken by a frog, she panics and goes to find her friends.

Marcy looks it over while Sasha and Anne argue about why Anne didn't step forward. Anne scared to death that they'd think she took it or was in league with the other frog who did. Marcy ends up repairing a bit of rune craft that got cracked inside the box and sets off the magic, teleporting the three of them to modern earth.

Honestly, LA is such a sprawling city, they could probably all end up there and still have trouble finding each other. Though if I wanted to set them farther apart it would be

Anne: Central Valley of California. With the Plantars, who are probably just growing legal cannibas on a modest plot of land?

Sasha: LA with Grime, retired veteran who hasn't has nothing more interesting to do

Marcy: The Bay Area/Silicon Valley. With Olivia, high powered member in some tech company who's life partner found this weird newt thing swimming in the bay and decided to take it in.

From there we get arcs of everyone learning to actually appreciate humans and realize that hey, maybe their imperialistic empire is... bad?!?

The box can't be drained cause there's no way to recharge it, so its really a matter of the three of them finding each other to get back.

[piedpiperart]

Marked for Death pt 4

Chapter three

Tim cursed, adjusting his position on the roof. He couldn’t get a good reading on the building due to the lack of cameras, but he did have Gin and Vodka’s phones linked up to his computer. Which was why he was on top of the adjacent roof with his laptop out. If he could track Gin and Vodka, he could find the toxin, assuming they were carrying it on them. 

Tim tugged his new black jacket hood over his head more, keeping an eye on the nonchalant looking goons out in front of the warehouse. It was one of the many abandoned places not far from the docks. Tim sighed, looking to the other side of his screen where he was monitoring Red Hood. The Crime Lord was a few minutes away and Gin and Vodka just arrived at the scene. Tim assumes they were there to case the place, because Tim was under the impression the two had another motive for selling these advanced weapons. 

Obviously, the Organization had bigger plans than establishing ties with a small time gang. The Wranglers were on the up after years of being dormant, but were now encroaching on Hood’s territory. Tim bit his lip. The leader of the Wranglers had just gotten out of prison, Duncan Dowes, and he was obviously unhappy with Red Hood taking over. But that didn’t explain why the Organization sent Gin and Vodka for this. Did they want Red Hood out of Crime Alley for some reason? Tim wondered. His keen eyes shot through the scene, tracking movement where he knew Red Hood was approaching. Southwest side, good. 

Tim didn’t have to wait long for the shooting to start, but what startled Tim was that Red         Hood wasn’t the one who shot first. Something clearly happened inside, and Tim panicked, hoping things hadn’t gone wrong. He shut his laptop, packing it away in his backpack and swung it over his shoulder while he went over plan B in his mind. He needed eyes on the scene if he was ever going to get the toxin. 

The toddler moved through the shadows to the fire escape, eyes open for anything unusual as he heard shots fired within the building. But Tim knew where to be. He extrapolated data from as many sources as he could about the Organization. With Hood there, Gin and Vodka would no doubt try to run and regroup. They were smart, but Tim knew exactly where they would be. 

Rainboots skidding on the wet ground, Tim made his way to the side door in the back. It was propped open with a door peg, which Tim left alone as he expertly set his trap involving multifilament silicon coated Kevlar wire to string up a tripwire. Not wasting any time, TIm quickly found a hiding spot and brought out the taser he’d gotten. He felt kind of bad stealing it, but no one would sell such a thing to a toddler and he knew it. 

Keeping an eye on the tracker with a burner phone, Tim monitored it as Gin and Vodka’s locations were coming closer to his own. Readying himself, he put his phone away and readied the taser. He knew t wouldn’t keep them down for long but he was hoping he’d be able to manage it. If not, he had a smoke bomb in his pocket he could use, but he’d only been able to make one so he wasn’t too keen on using it yet. 

Footsteps rang out behind the door, and Tim tensed as the door slammed open, and a long haired man in black fell for the tripwire with a satisfying thwack as his forehead met the concrete. Tim would be grinning at it if he wasn’t busy leaping out and tasing Gin, who let out a yelp and collapsed on top of Vodka. Heartbeat in his throat, Tim dropped the taser- it was useless now after spending its only charge- and quickly rifled through Vodka’s pockets. 

With a shot of relief, Tim pockets the familiar container and turned to run. He only got a few steps before hs ankle caught and he stumbled. Looking back, he was met with the cold glare of Vodka as the man held on tightly to Tim’s ankle. “Let me go!”The toddler struggled, trying to slip his foot out of the boot or kick the man as he got to his feet. 

“What do we have here?” Vodka spat, hoisting Tim effortlessly of the ground as the man stood to his full height. “A little brat sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong?”

“Let me go!”Tim spat, trying to kick out at the man but not succeeding. Panic rose in Tim when he heard Gin waking up. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. 

“Not until you give me back what belongs to me,”Vodka sneered, and Tim froze. 

“Fine, fine!” Tim pleaded, making his voice higher pitched. He reached into his pocket and quickly threw out his smoke bomb, enveloping all three of them in dark smoke. 

Tim had shut his eyes against the smoke, not having been able to see without his Robin mask. He heard a curse and tried to wiggle his way out when suddenly he was airborne. Tim smacked harshly against the other building in the alley and slid to the ground with a thud. Tim groaned, feeling pain in his wrist and head as he concluded that the man had thrown him at the wall. 

Tim tried to gain his bearings before the smoke cleared, but before he could manage to get up, he heard a familiar click of a gun. Squinting, Tim saw Gin and Vodka approaching him with matching scowls, one with a gun pointed straight at him. The other thing that caught his attention was the familiar red container next to him on the ground. Tim cursed, quickly grabbing it and hiding it back in his jacket. Vodka chuckled darkly at his action, and Tim tried to get up, albeit slowly with how his body hurt so much from just a simple toss. He bemoaned his current body yet again. 

“Hand it over kid,”Gin barked. “I’m not against killing kids,”He said, cocking his gun. 

“I am,”A mechanical voice sounded out in the alley, startling the three occupants. Tim turned, eyes widening as he caught sight of the iconic red helmet stepping in front of him. 

Before Tim could blink, shots were fired in the alley and he flinched against the wall. His head must’ve been hit harder than he thought, given how hard it was for him to process the scene. No bullets came even close to Tim as Red Hood fired at the two retreating figures. The man then scooped up Tim’s tiny body with one arm and that’s when TIm really started to struggle. 

“Wait! They’re getting away!”Tim shouted, kicking his feet as best he could, but Red Hood’s grip was unrelenting. 

“Your safety is more important,”Red Hood retorted, leaping up onto a roof with the use of a grappling hook. “I’ll get them later.”

Dizzy from the sudden change in height, TIm paused in his attempts to struggle. H barely processed Red Hood setting him down gently on the roof, and snagging Tim’s- hey!

“That’s mine!” Tim exclaimed, reaching for the APTX container, only for Hood to keep it out of reach. 

“I was just wondering what you stole from them to make them angry enough to want to shoot you,”Hood scoffed, and Tim frowned. He kept his eyes on the container as Hood opened it though, and to Tim’s utter luck- the case contained six modified bullets. 

“What did you want with these, huh?” Hood asked, kneeling in front of Tim as a weeks worth of emotions crashed into him. 

He’d grabbed the wrong case. Tim was- he was stuck like this. After a week of work he still couldn’t- he’d grabbed the wrong one, and now he’s gonna have to stay a toddler for- Tim flinched as a gloved hand wiped something from his cheeks. Oh. Was he crying? TIm though hysterically. How hard did he hit that wall? If he were his normal size he’d have been perfectly fine, but now he’d messed up and grabbed the wrong case and-

“Kid- Conan- just breathe, okay?” Red Hood was saying.

Tim took an exaggerated breath, hiccupping a little, much to his mortification and… wait a minute. “Jas’n?”Tim squinted, and Hood froze. He knew it. He’d only ever told one person his toddler identities name. All of a sudden his million clashing emotions turned into one. 

Anger. 

Chapter five

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 78:

work was fine today, it was raining so I just stayed in the building for my lunch break instead of going to drive past the house that's here in town. we didn't get to go see any places today, but we're planning to go on Thursday, which doesn't seem soon enough but also feels incredibly soon at the same time, just like everything else that's been happening in life

Peyton and I organized our clothes into ones we're keeping out and ones for the storage unit, so that's one moving prep thing done, and we got an answer about the prorated rent (it will be part of the closing paperwork) and the buyers of our house are also buying the cube shelves in the living room for definitely more than we paid for them, and its a few less items that we have to move, so hell yeah on that

I took a shower followed by a bath tonight and finished the rest of the wolf duchess fanfic series, and came to the remarkable discovery that the author has like 50 more Tortall fics (over 400 total?!) and although not all of them are up my alley I'll def be checking them out

Peyton read us one more chapter of Royal Ranger tonight and we made more predictions, including the identity of the hot palace guard and "Chekhov's farm" - also Peyton now blesses Paige's farts, so that might become a new inside meme. tomorrow is "anything but a cup" day for underground spirit week at the school, so per Paige's idea, I'll be drinking out of the electric kettle with a silicone straw (my contribution) while running the book fair, and that's just the first part of the day. I know I'll be exhausted tomorrow

[jullinh4x]

THE CURSED ROBOT ORIGINS (REMAKE)

CHAPTER 03: "HYPNOSIS"

Some time before the tragedy of Silicon City...

Hypno Woman was watching from above a building, everything was perfect and calm at that moment, until she saw Air Man flying around there, seeming he wanted to talk with her

Hypno Woman thought it strange but she approached him

"Hello there, do you want to talk to me?"

"Yes, I do, I came to warn you... Because something horrible is going to happen and you need to save yourself..."

"Something horrible? What do you mean?"

"It's a long story but, now, I have to go... Just hide and stay safe"

Hypno Woman tried to say something else but couldn't because Air Man flew away

☁️: "This is weird... Is it true or is it all in his head?"

She thinks for a bit, until her thoughts are interrupted when she hears a loud noise

She flies to the place where she heard the noise and comes across complete chaos, people running through the streets in despair while screaming, they were running away from someone

Hypno Woman is frightened by the scene, as she sees people and robots being killed by the strange but familiar figure

She then starts flying away, but she ends up falling after having one of her wings hit and destroyed by a beam

"AH!"

Hypno Woman falls into an alley, she tries to fly out of there, knowing that the figure would kill her if she ran away through the front, but she can't and then...

The figure appears, revealing itself to actually be Mega Man, but now he's no longer appears to be Mega Man...

"M-Mega Man...?! W-Why are you doing this to the people?!"

"You wouldn't understand, miss, but I'm doing my job here, but you don't want to collaborate, but I'll have to continue, starting with you"

Hypno Woman despairs, she immediately activates her powers to try to defend herself and stun "Mega Man" but this only happens for a short time

Now, she believes she is without hope, but this thought is interrupted when a strange wind seems to drag "Mega Man" backwards... She looks up and sees Air Man, helping her

"USE YOUR HYPNOBALLS!"

Hypno Woman agrees and uses her Hypnoballs to stun "Mega Man", a strategy that works, Air Man then takes her hand and takes her to the top of a building

They hide inside the building, so Air Man decides to explain everything to Hypno Woman

After explaining everything, Hypno Woman goes into shock, Air Man sighs and lowers his head

"It's all my fault..."

"No! It's not your fault! He forced you to do it!"

"But how...? It's my fault that Mega Man is killing innocent people and robots..."

"No! It's all Sgt.Night's fault! He reprogrammed Mega Man and forced you to lure him into a trap!"

Air Man sighed and turned to leave the building

"I'm going back to base, I can't raise suspicions... I'll think about it later, bye"

He said goodbye, Hypno Woman tried to call him back, but it was no use, as he left and flew away back to the base

A while later, Hypno Woman didn't hear any more screams, was everything okay now...?

She left the building, but instantly regretted it after seeing "Mega Man"

"Oh, we meet again..."

Hypno Woman tried to run, but it was no use, she was killed instantly by "Mega Man"

[logiusxcju]

Exploring the Vintage Shops of San Jose,CA: A Shopaholic's Guide

Introduction

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H2: Retro Revival - Where Past Meets Present

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Saagar Govil

Saagar Govil is the CEO of Cemtrex, a leading diversified manufacturing and technology company. He has been with the company since 2008, serving as CEO and President since 2011. Under his leadership, Cemtrex has grown from $3M in revenues to over $100M. He was named #17 on Business Insider’s “Top 100 of Silicon Alley” and “Top 40 Under 40” by Stony Brook University.

Saagar Govil is the CEO of Cemtrex, a world-leading diversified manufacturing and technology company. He has been instrumental in the company's transition into new markets and product lines, growing the business from $3M in revenues to over $100M. He has been recognized as a Forbes 30 Under 30 in 2016 and Top 40 Under 40 by Stony Brook University in 2014.

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood - Kiki and the eyes in the alley

The alley next to the building–that all but screamed with her human’s scent–was deep and dark…but glowing. Dots shined in its gloom from various heights, scattered as the stars her human painted on the ceiling of their home; bright, colorful and alien. Kiki hesitated at the edge of that darkness, beyond the reach of whatever horrors held those eyes and her fur stood tall and her tail fluffed–twitching its fear for all to see.

And the darkness spoke, not in words but whispers and murmurs. Its many eyes turned and flash at one another and those whispers grew to chirps and trills. Then the yowl returned, the same that had lead her, and it was kind and sweet.

Kiki rarely spoke to other cats, beside her brother–and she avoided speaking to him as often as she could–but these were not cats. They told her as much. They sounded like cats, many even looked like cats, but they were imitations; toys. And what they told her of themselves and their lives made Kiki’s longing for her home, and her human, beat louder in her heart.

She had never known a synthetic beyond the one that took her from her mother, and that one looked human. But there in that alley, surrounded by synthetic cats, Kiki became keenly aware of how unique an experience hers had been.

Natural animals were rare in Dolor, with most relegated to expensive enclosures in the glittering towers above the smog which served not as zoos but museums–as the word ‘zoo’ would imply they cared for the well-being of their animal captives and not only their appearance and value. Most who boasted of pets were speaking of synthetics, as it had become far easier–and cheaper–to create facsimiles of code and silicone than keep the real ones alive.

However, as Kiki learned through the myriad meows and growls of the synthetic cats, even false animals needed to eat. They needed proteins, but it didn’t matter what type or what source, and Kiki found her fur frizzing without permission again. But the cat who’d lead her into the alley assured her, through gentle purrs, that she had not been lead to the slaughter.

They had a reliable food source in that alley. She had been called over because they’d never seen a real cat and wanted to know about her.

You’re so pretty! Their faces said as they rubbed against hers. So warm!

Are you always so warm? The curious paws on her back asked, And soft! Are you softer than us?

Can we share your heat? They meowed together, pressing closer, the wide circle of shining eyes shifting and tightening around her.

Kiki fielded their requests with mews and purrs of her own, flicking her tail this way and that to show her gratitude for their compliments. And then she accepted their oddly cold bodies. She would ask how they found food in that alley, would ask if they knew how to get inside the building that smelled so strongly of her human, but she would not do so then. Not cradled in their love, and soothed by the peculiar vibrations of their purrs and stuttered rhythm of their artificial hearts.

Theirs had been haggard lives, and it showed too plain in the bald spots along their bodies, the missing ears and eyes. Kiki could wait for her human, for her comforting life, while she offered a taste of that comfort to those who’d never known it.

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Saagar Govil

Saagar Govil is the CEO of Cemtrex, a leading diversified manufacturing and technology company. He has been with the company since 2008, serving as CEO and President since 2011. Under his leadership, Cemtrex has grown from $3M in revenues to over $100M. He was named #17 on Business Insider’s “Top 100 of Silicon Alley” and “Top 40 Under 40” by Stony Brook University.

Saagar Govil is the CEO of Cemtrex, a world-leading diversified manufacturing and technology company. He has been instrumental in the company's transition into new markets and product lines, growing the business from $3M in revenues to over $100M. He has been recognized as a Forbes 30 Under 30 in 2016 and Top 40 Under 40 by Stony Brook University in 2014.

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