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[leatherbookmark]

Doing a JLPT N1 workbook -- not because I have any plans of taking the exam, I just got worried about forgetting all the Japanese I know -- and of course they'd do this thing where the subchapter introducing particular phrases gives rather typical, predictable examples of their use, but the general comprehension check test has examples where the phrases are used in a way that's just. Weird. >:/

[luvyeni]

❛1-800-SERVICE ME❜ ( z. chenle )

p. ceo!chenle x toplessmaid!reader w. 2.6k+

— 𖦹 warnings. small age gap ( reader is 23 and chenle is 26 ), fem!reader, oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( instead of giving chenle his normal maid cleaning services his assistant gives him a surprise for his birthday ) !

Chenle was a busy man —being the CEO of the top electronic company in Seoul, he didn’t have time to do things, like clean his condo himself, which is why he got his assistant and friend jaemin to schedule maids' services to come do it for him.

“Happy birthday boss man.” Jaemin met him at the elevator, his coffee in his hand. “How are you feeling this morning, the big 26.” He took the cup from the boy, taking a sip. “it’s a regular day for me, meetings, answering calls, meeting with investors.” He said as they walked through the office.

“Yeah, but now you’re a year older.” Jaemin followed behind him into the office. “So i’m closer to thirty, big whoop.” He sat in his chair. “Such a downer, anyways what are you doing later, for your birthday?”

“I’m going home jaemin, that’s all I want to do.” He said, it wasn’t that he didn’t like to party, but he was always so busy, and the only thing he wanted was to get off early and go home and rest. “I want to order some food, drink a cup a whiskey and then crash in my bed.”

“No fun.” Jaemin said, “You’re gonna die alone at this rate.” Chenle shrugged. “Jaemin go prepare for the meeting and leave me alone.” He spoke. “Just trying to help.” The boy said. “That is helping, go.”

“Fine, fine, i’m going.” He said making his way out the door, only to turn around. “What now?” Chenle sighed. “I just wanted to tell you that the maid service you like was closed down, so I chose a new one, they’ll be over later today.” He nodded looking at his computer. “Good, now go.”

Chenle finished his day early, most of his meetings were canceled or rescheduled — so why not get out of here. “Going home early boss?” jaemin asked. “Yup, i’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, jaemin yelled before he got on the elevator. “don’t forget, the maids' services will be there later on today!” Chenle didn’t notice the mischievous smirk that was evident on his assistant's face.

Chenle got home, sitting his briefcase down on the kitchen table — making his way into his bedroom to change his clothes, exchanging his black Prada suit, into some comfortable sweats and a white tee short.

He found a nice Chinese restaurant, picking up his phone, ordering his favorites, it would be an hour and a half wait but he was willing to wait, it would give him enough time to pour himself a drink and wind down some.

He set off the the kitchen, pouring himself his most favorite expensive whiskey in a glass with a huge ice cube, taking a sip, humming in delight — this was looking like his best birthday in a while, just peace and quiet.

His peace and quiet was soon disrupted by his buzzer going off. “That was fast.” He said, “I thought it would be an hour and a half wait.” He pressed the intercom button. “Hello?” He spoke through the microphone. “Oh hello.” A soft voice came through the intercom. “You can leave it there, someone will be down to pick it up.”

You were confused, “Are you not Zhong Chenle?” you were sure this was the address, had you gotten it wrong? “T-the maids services.” Chenle forgotten about that. “Oh yeah, i’m sorry about that.” He hit the button. “You may come up.”

This was a nice apartment, you’ve only been in this line of work for a few months, but most of your clients were rich so you’ve seen a lot of nice houses and apartments — but this was the nicest you’ve ever seen, this guy must’ve been really important.

You made your way to the apartment, sitting all your supplies down, knocking on the door. “Coming.” You heard his voice, then the door unlocking, swinging open revealing a tall guy, he was cute, dressed in the sinful, grey sweats, white tee shirt combo. “Hello.” He spoke.

“Oh h-hi.” You waved, “Mr.Zhong?” you asked, he smiled. “Call me chenle, come in.” You whispered his first name, picking up all your supplies, following him into the apartment. “You can start in here.” He pointed to the kitchen. “Okay.” You said, sitting the supplies down, reaching for your black trench coat, untyping the belt, revealing your baby pink lingerie.

“The bedroom isn’t that bad, i mean I only use it for sle- whoa!” His eyes widened as you reached for the back of your bra. You stopped, looking at him. “Would you prefer of I kept it on?” You questioned, but that was the furthest thing on his mind. “Why are you wearing that?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “The email said that’s what you requested, is this not the shade of pink you like?”

“N-no it’s very pretty- I mean- never mind that, i’m talking about why are you wearing lingerie?” He said, trying not to look at you, fear of a law suit. “And why are you trying to take it off.”

“It’s just the bra.” You said, he couldn’t understand why you were so calm, he was freaking the fuck out, who did jaemin call. “Plus, it’s part of the services.” You explained. “Service?” He questioned. “Yes, the topless maid services— topless, maid sorta the whole thing.”

That cheeky fucking bastard, he was gonna kill jaemin tomorrow. “I’m sorry, this is all new to me, my soon to be ex assistant hired you, it’s my birthday today, and he has to be over the top.” You nodded. “It’s okay, we can cancel the services if you’d like.” You were sweet, you stared at him with wide innocent eyes, you’ve must’ve been new to this.

“No.” He said, “No it’s okay, just shocked me a bit, you can continue.” He spoke. “You sure sir, I would hate to ruin your birthday with such an inconvenience.” He ignored the way his cock twitched when you said sir. “Who am I to stop you from doing your job, you may continue.”

You nodded, “okay.” You said. “Would you like for me to keep the bra on?” he shrugged. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.” You hummed, his eyes widened as you reached behind, unlatching the hooks, letting your bra fall into your hands, your boobs perky the air from the condo had your nipples pebbling — fuck he was getting hard.

“May I start sir?” He coughed; he loved the way sir just fell from your lips. “Um sure.” He said, you began your job, starting with the kitchen like he told you, he watched from the other room, he gulped watching as you washed the dishes, you weren’t even doing it sexy, he was just being a pervert, wishing the water would spray on you, or a little bit of soap would get caught on your boobs — he felt like a virgin seeing a pair of tits for the first times.

You made your way into the living-room where he was sitting. “You need me to leave.” He still didn’t understand how this worked. “No, the whole point is for you to watch me.” You said, chuckling. “And you clean my house naked?” He said, you nodded. “Topless, not naked.” You corrected, he nodded. “Right topless, and you get paid a lot for it – i’m sorry i don’t mean to pry.”

“It depends – if you have a lot of clients, you get paid a lot of money, and your tips, if you’re asking if I get paid a lot personally.” You reached up dusting his fireplace, giving him a peak of your ass, he palmed himself, stopping when you turned around. “I am able to live way more comfortably than someone my age normally does sir.”

He was gonna burst if you kept calling him that. “A-and how old are you?” You smiled, you could tell you were effecting him. “I’m 23 sir.” You bent down, you heard him sigh.

“What about you sir, how old are you?” He coughed again. “Me? Oh, i’m 26.” He wasn’t that older than you, you hummed. “And what do you do?”

The sudden turn of questions stumped him, especially since it was hard not to stare at your boobs. “I-i’m the CEO of sm tech company.” So, he was a huge deal, that explained the nice house.”

You nodded, getting back to work. “That’s so cool, i’ve never worked with a CEO before.” He smiled, you were cute, had this freshness to you, it was quite the scene change from all the corporate girls he met. “I guess.” He spoke.

You eventually moved to the other rooms, cleaning and tidying up everything until you were done. “You did such a good job.” You smiled. “You did better than any maid i’ve had come here.” He spoke. “Are you saying that because i’m topless?” You were a tease. “Well, i’m mean that is a plus, but you’re also a good cleaner.” He spoke. “Good job.”

Fuck he was really turning you on, your tried to ignore the feeling in between your legs, trying to remain professional like normal, but you were only human, and you could literally see his thick cock stiff in his sweats, begging to fill your mouth. “How much do I owe you?” He asked. “Oh no, I was paid already.” He nodded. “Well then a tip.”

He reached for his wallet, pulling out 5 hundred dollar bills. “Here.” He handed it to you. “This is such a generous amount.” You said. “Well I said you did a good job.” He smiled. “Take it.” He said, pulling at your waist band, putting it inside snapping it, normally that was a breech of contract, and you should’ve called him out for it, but he was fucking hot, and you were horny, you couldn’t help but whimper.

“You liked that princess?” He smirked as you nodded. “Y-yes sir.” He could feel a groan bubbling in his throat. “Fuck princess, you keep calling me sir, it’s getting really hard for me.” He spoke, his voice low. “I’m sorry sir.” You smiled. “Oh, you’re a tease, princess I could do so many things to you.”

Fuck you wanted to drop to your knees so fast. “Sir you know there’s no touching in these services.” You teased. “Yeah, but I don’t see you stopping me, you must want me to touch you.” His hands crept up your waist, you sighed. “See princess, you want this just as much as I do.” He pulled your body flush against his, pulling you into a deep kiss, pulling away. “Fu-fuck my cock is so fucking hard right now.”

You guided him to the couch, pushing him down. “Let me help you.” You sunk to your knees, right in front of his cock, biting your lip, looking up at him. “It’s your birthday after all.” He nodded, you grabbed his waistband, he lifted his hips up allowing you to pull his sweats down to his ankles.

You freed his cock from his underwear, his thick cock springing up, hitting his abdomen. “You’re so big.” You grabbed the base, kissing his tip, he hissed. “So heavy.” He groaned as you sucked on his tip. “Fuck princess, take it into your mouth.”

You engulfed his cock, he moaned out, throwing his head back against the couch. It had been a while since he’d been giving a blowjob, and the the way you were sucking him, hollowing your cheeks, deepthroating him like your life depended on it — he was gonna blow his load.

You worked your magic on his, looking at him through your lashes. “Sh-shit princess of you keep sucking me like that, i’m gonna cum in your mouth.” You released his cock with a pop, stroking it. “That’s what I want.” You kept stroke. “Cum in my mouth sir.”

You took him back into your mouth, deepthroating him. “Fu-fuck, fuck.” He moaned. “Im gonna cum, gonna fucking cum down your throat, ngh fuck!” you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. “That’s it, take my cum down that pretty throat.”

You took him out your mouth, giving his tip a few kisses. “You taste so good.” He groaned; your panties were soaked through, desperate to feel his cock in your cunt.

“Wanna ride your cock.” You climbed into his lap, your pantie clad cunt, sitting directly on his cock. “Fu-fuck, gonna take my cock?” He brought his hand down to your ass, slapping it. “Fuck yes.” You moaned. “Wanna ride it so bad.”

“Fuck.” You were killing him, all he wanted for his birthday was to have a peaceful night in and a clean house — now he has all that and a pretty girl ready to ride his cock.

“Take your panties off, leave those pretty thigh garners on.” You stood up, pulling your panties down your legs, giving him a nice look at your ass. “Fuck, sit down.” You straddled his lap, hovering over his cock. “Mmh, fuck!” you moaned, sitting down on his cock. “Your cock is so big.”

You bounced up and down, his cock stretching you out. “Fuck princess, keep bouncing, fucking taking my dick like a good girl.” He moaned, you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, “S-sir.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Fu-fuck!” You screamed. “That sir word is gonna get you fucked dumb baby.” He growled. “I want it.”

He planted his feet, fucking up into your, your moans became high pitched, chenle’s neighbors probably heard you, but you didn’t care, not when you were about to reach your high. “S-sir.” You spoke. “Sir i’m gonna cum.” He grunted, grabbing your boobs. “Fuck me too, cum for me princess, cum all over my cock, so I can cum all over those perfect tits.”You screamed, thighs shaking as you coated his cock in your cum. “That’s it -fuck- cum all over my dick.”

“Fuck.” He cursed, he was about to cum, he could feel it. “Fuck get back on your knees, i’m about to blow my load.” You got up, sinking back down on your knees. “Stroke it for me.”

You took his cock into your hand, stroking it, he moaned out. “Fuck!” he groaned. “Fuck I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, cum spurting from his cock, landing on your boobs and on your lower chin. “Sh-shit.” He breathed, watching his cum drip down your chest, coating your nipples. “So pretty.”

He scooped up some of his cum from your nipples, pressing it on your lips — you took his fingers into your mouth. “Fuck good girl.” You sucked his fingers cleaned.

You chuckled taking in everything that just happened. “I’ve never did that with a client before.” You said, chenle chuckled. “Guess i’m special.” You excused yourself to use his bathroom to clean up, putting your panties back on, and your bra, ready to leave. “Here.” He gave you an extra 200 dollars. “Think of it as a birthday present.” You said.

He nodded, “well then hand me your phone number, so can schedule another appointment.” You smiled, “You’re supposed to book me on the sight.” He rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a tease, i’ll book you on the stupid site, but your number is if I want a personal type of service.” Your smirked, writing down your number. “Here.”

You put your jacket back on, grabbing your cleaning supplies, he walked you to the door. “Happy birthday sir.” You said kissing his cheek, before walking away down the hall. “Shit.” He closed the door, sitting back down on the couch.

His phone rang, he answered it, jaemins voice rang through the phone. “So, did you enjoy it?” he rolled his eyes. “Next time, give me a heads up.” he said. “Did you like it?” He bit his lip. “I should fire you.” The boy laughed. “I see you had a good time; I hear the happiness in your voice, I won’t ask questions.” jaemin teased.

“I know you’ll be booking again though.”

©️LUVYENI

[xhollandlilsx]

Interview Shenanigans - (Bella Ramsey x Reader)

Summary: Set after TLOU2 has been made and released, Reader plays a character in Dina’s spot. (Sorry Dina).

Warnings: N/A

“Hi I’m Y/N” I smiled at the camera, as I held a bunch of question cards in my hands.

“And I’m Bella, and we are here with moviefone” The brunette next to me beamed holding a set of cards themself.

“And we are gonna be answering some questions, that you guys sent in on instagram and twitter, and then we’re gonna go unscripted and ask our own questions” I nodded looking at them and tilting my head to ask if they were ready, to which they mocked what I was doing and tilted their head too, “I guess we’re ready..”

********

“From Nina W, on Twitter, great question, ‘Did you learn any archery for the role of Ellie?’” I read it aloud, looking at Bella at the end, tapping my non existent nails on the cards in my hand that we had previously written down our unscripted questions.

“I tried, I mean you tried to teach me” Bella laughed slightly at the afternoon I tried to teach them what my dad taught me, and how badly it went, “But no, it’s just.. no.”

“Yeah, I remember you snapped it against your wrist” I laughed holding the cards up to hide it.

“Moving on” They groaned rolling their eyes, “From, Daniel H, on Instagram, ‘Did you manage to steal anything off set Y/N?”

“…” I just let out a laugh before composing myself, “Everything on that set is so expensive, so I think if I were to steal anything, I would get shot. That said… I might’ve taken a certain bracelet…if you know you know.”

“You heard it here folks, Y/N is a thief” They told the camera bringing their lips into a thin line, before looking at me and shaking their head.

“Don’t even pull that one Bella, Ellie’s converse are literally in my wardrobe from when you stole them” I pointed at them, my rings clinking together.

“Wow! Way to out me.” Bella laughed and adjusted their rolled up sleeves.

“We go down together darling.”

***

“Ooo unscripted, let’s be having it, ask me anything Bella.” I challenged turning my body to face them.

“Hmm okay, I actually wanna know this one, when did you realise you weren’t heterosexual?” They asked, before moving that card to the back of the pile.

“Damn, loaded question, I honestly can’t even remember, there’s a lot of women to thank for that,” I smiled, “But I think I was about 13 and I was watching ‘Bend it like Beckham’ and I saw Kiera Knightley or Jade West… has a uh, special place in my heart”

“I’ve actually never seen that film, but I have seen her in Pirates Of The Caribbean and I don’t blame you” They laughed slightly and shrugged.

“We’ll watch it.” I told them and nodded, “Okay, okay, from Mason M on Instagram, ‘What was your favourite non action scene to shoot?’”

“Wow, I like that one, hm, maybe the weed room scene” They mumbled scratching the back of their neck and side eyeing me, to which I let out a laugh, “No no, I think….I think the farm scenes were quite fun, they were cute, or the scene where Ellie finds out Maisie is pregnant”

“Aw I liked that one too” I smiled, and bounced my knee, something I usually did in interviews due to how uncomfortable cameras made me, ironic isn’t it?

“Yeah, the ‘Don’t worry it’s not yours’ always gets me” We both laughed and mumbled to eachother, stuff the camera definitely isn’t picking up on.

“I did like the farm scenes though, especially the one where they’re dancing in the kitchen” I smiled and looked at them with a knowing look, knowing the two of us do that quite alot, randomly dancing around the kitchen to Alexa, while the other is doing something.

“Yeah, that one’s cute” Bella nodded and saw another unscripted pop up on the screen to the side of the camera.

“Unscripted.” I smiled and picked up my cards flopping through them and sighing at how none of them are exciting anymore, so I put them down and brought a hand to my bottom lip messing with it like I usually did while in thought, “See I already know everything about you, so I’m really only asking this for people watching.”

“True true”

“Okay, if the apocalypse were to break out tomorrow, who would you want with you and why?” I asked with a shrug, knowing the question wasn’t good but giving up.

“You. Probably” They squinted closing one eye as they looked at me, messing with one of their earrings.

“Really? Why?”

“Well I mean, you’re good at archery, and you’re pretty much a real life version of my character so I think my odds are better with you, plus, as corny as it sounds I don’t think I’d last without seeing you” They smiled with a shrug laying the cards face down in their lap now.

“Aw that was so cringy but I loved it. And love, you are giving me way too much credit” I laughed.

“Okay who would you not want to be with if it happened?” They asked crossing a leg over their other one resting their ankle on their knee.

“Ki, probably” I scrunched my nose up, knowing he would probably agree but still pretend to be hurt.

“Yeah, he’s not apocalypse material”

“He’s really not. If you don’t know Ki plays Jesse in the show, who is a badass yeah, but Ki is the total opposite. No hard feelings though, love you bro” I laughed as Bella did too both of us covering our smiles with the cards, “Dude cried watching Mamma Mia.”

***

“Last question for both of us here. ‘When did you realise you were interested in eachother and who made the first move?’” They read it out to which I just bought my fingers to the bridge of my nose, Bella and I were quite open about our relationship, but I was an expert at showing the fans everything but nothing, never truly showing them anything other than a random photo here and there.

“When did you realise you liked me?” I asked, a question I already knew the answer to, a question I asked months ago while we were half awake in bed.

“The moment I met you” They smiled slightly eyes trained on me now, from my hair in a messy bun with curled pieces hanging down and framing my face, and falling out of the bun, to my dark green waistcoat, down to my rings and my matching trousers.

“Go on”

“We first met a day before we had to film the snowball fight scene, and we had to do that bonding thing, and you came over and introduced yourself to me with so much confidence and I remember just thinking ‘this girls so cool’ and I was just infatuated” They cringed.

“I acted confident but I was so nervous” I told the camera.

“Why were you nervous?” They asked me looking at me like I had two heads.

“Because I thought you were cute” I replied tilting my head and looking at them, their brown eyes I could get lost in every time.

“I swear I hate you sometimes” They groaned as they rubbed their cheeks to hide the smile that just wouldn’t go away from the camera.

“No you don’t” I winked and we both looked back at the camera.

***

“Thanks to Moviefone for having us. I now want a McDonalds so I will meet you in the car” I told them before standing up and walking off to grab my bag from the chair behind the cameras and directors of the interview.

“I…” Bella watched me walk away leaving them on their own in front of the camera, to which they let out a laugh, “She serious?”

Once they said their goodbyes, they walked over to me shaking their head and nudging me.

A/N: Using they/them pronouns for a fan fiction is still new to me, so please bare with me, and if there’s any gendered pronouns in there please ignore them. Anyway I had this idea, that sounded better in my head but here you go none the less.

[bakugoushotwife]

hiii!!! i rlly enjoy your writing 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

oml ok idk how requests work but like, can i request sum for gojo? like sum smutty ;)

maybe something like make up sex ;))) honestly you have like sm freedom writing it because i jus need some make up sex w gojo 😩😩

tysmmm!! hope you’re having a great night

a/n: yeah we need to kiss for this one bestie !! no but i love what this turned into, i was stumped over what to make them fight about so luckily the beautiful @getosbigballsack saved the DAY! <3 i love u babies!! gojo looked so scrumptious in the episode i literally have not stopped thinking about him so please take this brain rot and enjoy it

summary: you've gone and spent your allowance too soon, and now your husband is home to deal with it.

cw: y'all-- uh established relationship, gojo, he's kinda mean at times ngl, spanking, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving) facefucking, cowgirl, , pet names, daddy kink, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, they are married i swear

wc: 3746 unedited

Allowance // Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

“Hi baby! Welcome home!” You sing happily, getting up from the dining room table to meet your husband at the door as he enters. You smooth down the ruffles of your new dress, excited to show off what you bought with him in mind. When you round the corner, you come face-to-face with a less than excited Satoru Gojo. 

You stop in your tracks, his glare was intense and you knew that meant only one thing: you’re in trouble. He continues to stare at you silently, setting his keys down on the table with a loud clunk. He slipped out of his shoes, all while his icy gaze narrowed in your direction. 

“What did you do today?” He asks knowingly, giving you one chance to answer truthfully before he enacted his punishment. 

You start to wring your hands. You knew what this was about of course, but you had hoped to get yourself off the hook. You turn on your best pout, blinking up at him with your perfected sad puppy eyes, your long lashes only making your pout prettier. “Awh, ‘Toru,  listen–” You try sweetly, to no avail. 

“Ah, ah. Answer me.” He interrupts, to which you promptly shut your mouth. You brought this on yourself, you really did. You avert your gaze as he sits in his chair in the living room. The cushioned seat around him made him look like a King on his throne, staring down at his Queen forebodingly. Even his posture is intimidating; his arms folded over his chest and long legs extended far in front of him, one foot tapping expectantly. 

 “Did you lose your voice?”  He asks, tilting his head to the side, taking in your appearance. You look angelic as always, and he knew that was a new dress. It fits you perfectly, he must admit, tight at your chest and waist and barely covering your ass. The color was striking against your skin. God, you made this difficult. He was glowering with anger, more aptly called sexual frustration and desire. He had all the intentions of punishing your behavior. You were both busy all week, making it the longest he’s gone without you aside from work related trips. In an effort to make up for his absences and tardies, he gave you your full allowance two days early. 

He really does enjoy spoiling you, giving you an insane amount of money every week just for you to spend on clothes and shoes. All your hair and nails and lashes and waxes were paid for, whatever you wanted, you got it. However, there were certain rules. His sweet little house-wife wanted for nothing, and he would have it no other way. But you have to show your gratitude, because of him you haven’t worked in years. You have to make your allowance last until your next one, just because he knew you were impulsive and couldn’t do that every time, no matter the amount he gave you. Your tastes grew more and more expensive with every deposit in your bank account, though most of it was spent on beautiful outfits and gorgeous lingerie that only he would consume. You blew it all this time in one day, a new record. 

You shake your head, eyes trained on the floor. “No, I didn’t..” 

“No, what?” He arches his brow, waiting. 

“No daddy.” You correct yourself, swaying from side to side in your pretty little dress, showing how the material flowed out around you. “ ‘M sorry daddy, really…jus wanted to get all pretty for you.” 

Your pout truly was magical, your sweet face trying to bail you out of your punishment. He watched the skirt move for a minute, eyes trailing down your exposed legs and onto the new Alexander McQueen heels hugging your feet. So that’s where most of your money went. Undeniably, the shoes were made for his princess, but that was besides the point right now. All prettied up you were indeed, and he would make good use of it. 

“You know the rules, baby girl.” He says sternly, even the use of one of his many pet names for you seemed harsh. He spread his legs a little more in front of him, waiting for you to behave. His stance and authoritative tone made your pussy throb immediately. You did feel bad for making him angry, but you knew you wouldn’t necessarily dislike your punishment either, in fact you were looking forward to it. 

You stepped toward him, heels clicking against the beautiful hardwood floors of the Gojo home. He offered one hand out to you, the other supporting his cheek as if he was growing bored from waiting. Your perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his slender ones and your cheeks start to warm, a knot growing in your stomach in anticipation. You step up onto the arm of his chair with your knees, getting your balance before laying across his lap, your elbows propped up on the other arm of the chair. He watched you with dilated pupils, all your effort to make him want you worked like a charm, as if you needed to do anything special in the first place. It had been a long week, followed by this stunt? You were definitely in for it this time. He hisses when he bunches the skirt of your dress in his fist, revealing a lacy and barely-there thong. 

You smirk to yourself now that he can’t see your face. You knew he liked it, you could feel his approval for the way you look poking into your stomach right now. You wiggle your ass for him, a soft giggle escaping your lips. That quickly turns to a gasp when his large hand smacks down on your skin, making your asscheek sting immediately. The surprise makes you jump forward a little bit, and he doesn’t hesitate to jerk you back. He gives an equally hard slap to your other cheek, and the pain is sweet. You like the way it burns paired with his satisfied grunts as he watches your recoil each time. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be counting?” He reminds, not much of a question at all. His typical grin is replaced by a dark smirk as he applies another spank to your backside. 

“Three.” You hum, wiggling in his lap inadvertently. He chuckles at the sight of you, shaking his head. You’ve only given him one option, to increase the rate and intensity. 

“What a bad girl I have. Disappointing daddy like this.” He clicks his tongue. You whip your head around at this, you weren’t a bad girl! You just wanted to dress up for him, you couldn’t help that the rules were gonna keep you from doing that! He’s pouting when you look at him, really putting on a show. The force of his slap makes you squeal this time, and you can almost feel the handprint branding in. 

“Nuh-uh!” You protest, heartbroken by his words. He keeps you from arguing it further with another harsh spank, burning the skin and making tears prickle your vision. 

“Yes-huh.” He mocks, another spank. “You can’t even count like you’re supposed to. Such a naughty thing. Makes me so sad.” He sighs, eyes glued to the darkening skin of your rear. He was in fact leaving handprints, and he loved the way it looked. 

“Six!” You call out to make up for the ones you’ve missed, your brain getting scrambled under the gorgeous pain and his mean speech. Your body was consumed in heat, your panties growing uncomfortable against your soaked middle. “Daddy, I swear ‘m sorry! I didn’t mean’ta disappoint you!” You pout, the last words coming off your tongue in horror. He doesn’t accept the apology, another smack rippling across your sore ass. “Seven!” Your chin wobbles.

“Go ahead and cry. Maybe if you cry for Daddy, I’ll forgive you.” He grins, hand coming down on you once more. “You’ll have to make it up to me, since you’re such a spoiled brat. Why would you ignore my rules unless you were a bad girl? This isn’t even a punishment for you, look how wet you are!” He teases, clicking his tongue as his fingers press against your clothed hole. You can hear the squelch of yourself, lewd and loud and the only sound other than his sadistic chuckles. “Tell me you like it, angel. Tell me the truth…” 

“Eight,” You whimper, writhing in his hold now. The pain was turning your vision white in the corners, but you still didn’t want him to stop. He was right, you were a bad girl for spending all your money in one day, you could have picked less expensive pieces, but you wanted to push Satoru to his limit. You sniffle, the tears welling up so big they cloud the rest of your vision. Your ass is almost numb when you feel his hand again. “Nine! ‘M sorry, imma bad girl ‘n I love your spankin’s..” You whine, fat tears finally rolling down your cheeks. 

He hums, reaching for your chin so he can see your face, cheeks red and lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’ve been biting down on it. Your tears make you even prettier, coating your lashes and making your eyes glossy. He loves it, watching your sweet tears fall off your face to be absorbed by the fabric of his armchair. “Can you make it to ten, dollface?” 

He asks, gently wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “That could make it up to Daddy.” He hums softly, though his ultimate concern is your limit, and you know that too. You nod, if you’ve made it this far one more won’t break you. He smiles brightly, patting your cheek gently and letting your face go in favor of one last punishing spank of your bruised flesh. He rubs the skin after, trying to soothe it while he thinks of what he’s going to do to you next. 

Your eyes close under his now gentle pressure. Your ass pulsates and your pussy throbs with need, your biggest concern now was earning back your husband’s favor.

“Ten. “m really sorry, I mean it! Wanna make it up to you, really make it up to you..” You breathe apologetically, waiting to move until he tells you that you can. 

He hums at your sweet apologeticness. His princess truly owns his heart, and he could never stay angry with you. His anger melted the second he saw you, but he had to follow through on his word. Plus, it was fun to see you so ruined like this. He wonders what you may have in mind, so he arches his brow and waits for you to speak. 

“Let me suck your cock, Daddy. Please?” Your voice was permanently warped into a pouty whine it seems. He chuckles at your suggestion, how could he ever turn that down? 

“Go ahead angel, just for a bit. I’m gonna breed my brat.”  He says dauntingly, gently pushing you off his lap. His hands support your waist as you lower yourself to the floor between his legs. His bulge was staring at you, painfully restrained by his pants. You pouted up at him and shook your head, reaching for his button and zipper. 

He hummed at your attentiveness, leaning up so you could drag his pants and boxers off. You giggle softly as his member slapped up against his abdomen upon release. You look at his dick with awe. It was just as pretty as the rest of him, long and curved just to abuse your sweet spots. His tip was an angry purplish-red, and pre-cum beaded at his slit. You licked your lips and looked up at him, dainty and soft hand wrapping around his lengthy shaft. You could barely close your hand around him, fingers far from touching. He took his own bottom lip in his mouth to keep from sighing, your hand alone tremendous relief. 

He fights the urge to close his eyes, wanting to watch his sweet brat take him. His hands grip the arms of the chair, the suede fabric the only other identifiable feeling other than your warm throat gripping around him. He was heavy in your mouth, tip poking at the back of your throat with inches left to swallow. You decide to bob your head along what you have so far, eyes fluttering closed so you can focus on the feeling of his ridges rubbing against your tastebuds. Your throat relaxes, letting you take in the rest of him with a gentle moan, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body. He wondered if you could feel his cock pulse the same way he does, watching cute tears run down your cheeks again, no doubt pushing your skills to accommodate him. He needs more of you, his cock never deep enough. You look so beautiful, rubbing your legs together to relieve your own ache for him, he can’t help but moan out too, reaching for a hold fashioned of your hair. 

“You can’t go so slow, princess. I thought you were going to make it up to me?” He smirks, forcing your head along him. You gag around him and he makes an animalistic growl, striving for that choking noise again. He fucks into your face just as hard as he pushes your head down. You have to hold his thighs, digits gripping his lean legs for your life. He giggles at your struggle, though he knows you’re more than happy to please him. He keeps going until he hears that gurgle again, the sign of your struggle to take all of him in. Tears roll freely down your cheeks at this point, your mouth just a hole being used.  

He pulls you off of him, relishing in the saliva coating your lips and the heaving of your chest. “Climb aboard.” He hums, looking down at his painful erection and back up at you, his perfect princess but bumbling brat. “Take the dress off though.” He adds with a scrunch of his nose, anxious to see your perfect body under the pretty dress. 

You nod and peel the dress off, discarding it into a pile in the floor. You slid out of your heels as well, thinking it wise with your task ahead. His eyes grow wide at the sight of you, a matching lacy blue bra cupping his favorite breasts. “It’s pretty, princess. You’re gorgeous, need you to come sit on me.” He wiggles his eyebrows, watching tentatively as you unlatch your bra and let it fall to the floor as well. “You might as well take the panties off too, then.” He grins, pearly white and sharp teeth sparkling at you. 

You grin as well, bending over to slide the soaked garment off, throwing them at him with a giggle. He catches them, sticking his tongue out to taste your arousal off the soiled center. He hold your eyes the entire time, crystalline half-lidded orbs putting a spell on you. You shudder at his intensity, humming as you crawl back into the chair. He tosses your panties over his shoulder, licking his lips from your taste. His only focus is you. Your thighs straddle his hips, his weeping member already poking at your slick entrance. He just grins and places his hands on your hips, pulling you down to take him all at once. You gasp, the sharp burn of him against your womb was a feeling you never adjusted to. 

It was one he loved, both the feeling of your suffocating walls clenching and unclenching around him and the look of pleasure on your face before you’ve even started to move. He smiles, knowing how to get under your skin just like you did with him. He pulls his touch back, folding his arms behind his head. He looks up at you, eyes wild with mischief, tendrils of his shaggy white hair splaying over his muscular arms and the fabric of the chair to create a beautiful contrast. “This is your punishment, princess. Gotta do all the work yourself or I’m not gonna touch you.” 

You whine, bracing yourself on his chest. “So mean, Daddy.” You puff your cheeks, but start to slowly bounce on his lap, the pleasure of him bumping against your pleasure spot already making it hard to keep your pacing consistent. 

“I can show you mean, if you say that again.” He threatens, though his features display amusement. He does find it adorable that you can’t keep yourself together past a few cute bounces, inflating his ego even more so. He has to fight the urge to take control, though he’s not sure he can do it much longer with your pathetic attempts at riding him. It’s his idea of a joke, making his pretty little brat take the top for once. It was clear who took care of you, and that alone was making your cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

As if you could read his thoughts, you bite down on your lower lips and commit to thirty seconds or so of consistent bouncing. Your face scrunches up in frustration, and your perfect pout is back on display. 

“Aw, baby girl, what’s wrong? Can’t fuck yourself the same way Daddy does?” He hums curiously, his pretty pink lips curling into a grin. 

You shake your head, letting your head fall forward into his neck. “No Daddy, I can’t.” You admit, defeated by his blatant show of his dominance over you. 

He chuckles, patting your hair lovingly. “Aw, now that’s okay sweetheart. I’ll take care of you like I always do.” He gently reminds, bringing his hands back to hold your waist. He stands up with you, walking a short trek until your back smacks against the living room wall. He grins cheekily when you wrap your arms around his neck. He shifts his hands to support the underside of your thighs, and you know he has the strength and the stamina to hold you here until he’s satisfied. 

“Now, much better.”  He hums in your ear, looking down at where your pussy swallows him up. He pulls himself out to the tip, plunging into your cavern without a second passing in between these actions. He does it over and over, enjoying the way your body relaxes now that he’s back in control, as if he wasn’t to begin with. You’re still clutching him for dear life, but he’s used to that. Your face softens, only pleasure in your mind. He loves seeing you like this, being the reason you’re so blissful. He groans at how easy it is to slide in and out of you, dripping wet for him and he didn’t even have to work you to that point. “You’re still Daddy’s good girl, gripping me so tight like that.” 

You moan at his praise, continuously squeezing down on his length to make him happy. He fills you up so perfectly, his pace starting to increase, your head rolling back against the wall as well. He bites at your neck, the column just too delicious to ignore. Your moans amplified, and he could feel your throat vibrate under his teeth. He leaves marks on your jaw too, sucking deep hickies all over your dainty flesh.

“This is how you’re prettiest, princess, these are my favorite decorations.” He says in reference to his teeth marks and bruises covered in saliva that pepper any skin he had access to. His breath grows heavy, the feeling of it fanning over your new markings makes your skin tingle and goosebumps spring up in place. Your cunt only grows tighter as he fucks the shape of him into it, making him sigh happily. 

You can only speak in jumbled whispers of his name and moans, never more grateful for support than you are for the wall behind you, the ability to hold yourself upright long gone. Your hands slide up to tug on his hair, the feeling of his silky tresses giving you something to focus on. His pretty noises feel like a reward after what you’ve done, deep grunts and breathy moans gifted directly into your ear. 

“It’s been so long, princess. Didn’t get to have you all week, then you go and disobey me.” He clicks his tongue and grins at you. “I think you just wanted Daddy’s attention, hm? Did you just miss me angel?” He teases, the force of him making your body jump up and slide back down the wall at every thrust. 

You do your best to nod, and Satoru knows you’re past the point of being able to speak coherently. He was splitting you in half, you could feel him in your stomach and it burned so deliciously. “Mhm.. missed daddy s’much.” You wail, the rubberband in your stomach was stretched, so much tension that was about to snap and leak out all over him. 

He knows this, of course, trying to time his release with your own. As mean as he could be sometimes, your pleasure was still his goal, and he wanted you to reward him for all his work. “Go ahead, princess. I wanna feel it, go ahead and come for Daddy.” He coaxes with gentle kisses to the bruises he made. “I’ll give you mine if you give me yours.” He purrs, watching your eyes roll back with a satisfied grin. 

You cry out, knuckles turning white under your grip on Satoru’s shoulders. You nod in acknowledgement of his words, and he can feel you spasm around him to signify your release. He coos loving words to you, eyes glued on your cream creating a ring around the base of his dick. It’s so satisfying, watching you jerk with sensitivity and struggle to hold on. He loves this, his cock jumping inside you before his cum coats your insides. You swear it's in your guts, fee

ling impaled by his cock still pinning you to the wall. His head rests against the cool wall beside yours, but you can see the smile on his face. You smile too, breathing heavily and your brain feels like it’s floating in your skull. You know if he set you down right now that you would fall to the ground, legs still shaking in his hands. 

“I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson, princess.” He coos, pressing his lips gently to your forehead. He snakes his arms around your waist before he begins walking with you again, this time towards your shared room. “We can review for the rest of the night, just to be sure you really understand.” He adds, smirking cheekily. “And I’ll go to the bank tomorrow, just promise Daddy you’ll be smarter with your money.” He says with an affectionate slap to your ass while all your weight is supported in his other arm. 

“I promise Daddy.” You hum, hugging his neck and pressing your upper half against him. You absolutely would spend all your money the very next day if it means you get this punishment again. 

[jellofish-of-the-deep]

Y/N Dies of a Caffeine Overdose and Lycaon Finds Your Corpse in a Public Bathroom

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It was a day like any other for the employees of Victoria Housekeeping. Rina was ordering her Bangboos (Bangboo? Bangbi?) to dust the bookshelf, Ellen was holding the vacuum cleaner in one hand while tapping at her phone in the other, and Corrin was busy being useless.

In the middle of the room stood Von Lycaon, proud and diligent president of the company, the pocket watch in his paw reflecting gilded sunlight onto snowy fur. In a smooth, practiced motion, he stowed the watch in his breast pocket, sighing.

“Corrin, although I admire your tenacity, your performance has been lacking this morning. I have noticed a twenty-two percent decline in incomprehensible sobbing from you today, and an almost seventy percent decrease in rampant property destruction. At this rate, you are never going to hit your quota.”

“Ah!” squeaked Corrin as she tripped over thin air, catching herself by stabbing her saw blade into their very rich client’s very expensive and irreplaceable rug. The rug spontaneously burst into flames. The pair looked at it for a second, before Corrin practically slammed her head into the ground. “I-I’m very sorry for not meeting your expectations, Mr. Lycaon!”

“It is quite alright Corrin, we each have our off days. However, may I inquire as to the reason for your lapse in focus? If there is any way in which I may assist you in upholding your ‘dojikko-moe’ character, as the kids these days call it, I shall be happy to lend you my aid.”

“Please… please don’t ever say that again, boss,” Ellen muttered emotionlessly, blood trickling from her ears.

“Well, you see, Mr. Lycaon… I-It’s [Y/N].”

Lycaon raised an eyebrow. “The Proxy?”

“Yes! I’m just so worried about them, Mr. Lycaon… Oh, they’re not in danger or anything! At least, I don’t think so…”

Lycaon did that thing that hot fictional men do where they put their index finger and thumb on their chin. “Would you care to elaborate, Corrin?”

“Oh, yes! Well, it started last week…”

One week ago

After two hours of crashing into every single person who walked by, Corrin finally managed to escape the train station and step into Sixth Street. It was one of her favorite places to visit, as it was never too loud and there were plenty of alleyways she could duck into to break down crying at a moment’s notice.

Unfortunately, Corrin did not have time for a nervous breakdown today, as she was here to run an important errand for Victoria Housekeeping: namely, to repair their Butler Bangboo that she mistook for an Ethereal yesterday before promptly brutalizing it with her fully charged EX Special Attack. Now, if she remembered correctly (a rare occurrence), she just had to turn this corner to get to the Turbo Remodeling Shop…

“FUCKING SHIT GOD DAMN IT I’M GOING TO END IT ALL!”

At the sudden string of expletives, Corrin yelped and dove headfirst into the nearest trash can, startling the cats that happened to be sleeping inside and leaving Corrin with a fresh set of claw marks on her face.

“W-What was that?” Corrin whimpered, peeking around the corner. The noise, she now recognized, was coming from the music shop, Bardic Needle.

“WHAT DO YOU M E A N, I’M OUT OF MASTER COPIES??? I HAD HUNDREDS OF THOSE LITTLE SHITS SAVED UP!!!”

A tired, robotic sigh echoed across the street. “Please, [Y/N], this is quite inelegant-”

“QUIET, ELFY, OR I’M DOWNLOADING YOUR AI INTO A B-RANK W-ENGINE!”

That was [Y/N]’s voice! But what exactly was upsetting them so much, Corrin wondered, as she trepidatiously slid open the door.

“H-Hello, Master Pro-”

“CORRIN SWEETIE PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME I’M LOSING MY MIND,” [Y/N] screeched, causing Corrin to flinch and knock over an antique record player.

The legendary Proxy was hunched over in the middle of the store surrounded by a comically large pile of nearly identical music disks, hair completely frazzled, eyes bloodshot, looking as though they had just snorted several lines of Ether powder. Elfy stood in the only uncluttered corner of the room, hands dragging down her face, muttering to herself about closing down the shop and taking a swan dive into the nearest Hollow because Corruption couldn’t possibly be worse than this. Corrin hadn’t realized that robots could have bags under their eyes.

Corrin cleared her throat. “You seem to be in a lot of trouble… M-May I ask what is bothering you, Master Proxy?”

[Y/N] visibly took a deep, shaky breath, and tried to lower their voice. “Well, you see… I’m trying to farm Fanged Metal Drive Disks for mommy sorry I mean mommy sorry I mean mommy sorry I mean Jane Doe, but these stupid things KEEP GIVING ME HP AND DEF SUBSTATS!!”

Corrin cowered in fear at the sudden volume, but [Y/N] continued to raise their voice to a howl. “AT THIS RATE I’M NEVER GOING TO REACH 420+ ANOMALY PROFICIENCY FOR MY TOP TIER S-RANK DUMMY THICC HOT RAT DOMMY MOMMY WAIFU! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!”

“Please, try to calm down, Master Proxy! I-I don’t exactly understand any of what you just said, but I’m sure it’s very complicated Proxy things that I’m not knowledgeable enough to understand… A-Anyways! Let’s try to think about how to approach this!”

Corrin frowned. “You mentioned earlier that you were ‘out of Master Copies’, whatever that means, but… Is there a way to get more of them? O-Or, maybe there’s another way to get…” she looked around at the hundreds of music disks piled on the floor, “…whatever it is that you need, without them?”

“I can’t get any more Hi-Fi Master Copies,” [Y/N] groaned, “I’ve already maxed out my Fortnite Battle Pass this season. And the only other way to get these is through Routine Cleanup, but I’ve already used my Battery Charge for today… Unless…”

[Y/N]’s eyes widened.

“OF COURSE! I just need to get more Battery Charge, and then I can suck the military’s dick for CDs as much as I want! And the best way to do that is…”

[Y/N] turned around, crouched down into a running start, and tore through the wall of Bardic Needle, leaving behind a [Y/N] shaped hole.

“CAFFEINE!!!” echoed their voice, leaving Corrin and Elfy to stare at the now-demolished music store.

“W-Well, I’m glad I could help?” Corrin called back, hesitantly.

Elfy very calmly turned around, sat down in her chair, and began a factory reset.

Present day

“So, then they went to the coffee shop, you said?” Lycaon asked, rubbing his temple.

“Yes, Mr. Lycaon! I spoke with the barista later. Apparently they had a heated argument, because he’s only supposed to serve customers one coffee per day, but he gave up after [Y/N] threatened to drink a k-cup mixed with ketchup and orange juice.”

“I… see…” Lycaon frowned, unsure as to how to process this.

“Was it with or without pulp?” Rina asked, scribbling in her cookbook. Her two Bangbongle flew out from the drawer they were cleaning.

“Ewwwww, orange juice with pulp fucking sucks!” Drusilla pitched in.

“Fucking sucks! Fucking sucks!” Anastella parroted.

“Rina, for the sake of our clients’… survival, I would urge you not to replicate the Proxy’s handiwork in a professional setting,” Lycaon coughed, as Rina’s Bangbussy giggled to each other.

“Do it when I’m around,” Ellen said, “I kinda wanna try it.”

“Ahem. Returning to the matter at hand,” Lycaon gave a pointed look to Rina and her Boob, “I do not understand much about the underlying issue myself, but I am concerned about how much stress it seems to be putting the Proxy through. Corrin, was this the last time you spoke with them?”

“Yes, Mr. Lycaon, I-I tried to message them several times this week but they didn’t respond, and when I went back to their video store there was only the Bangboo at the front desk… I’m really worried about them, Mr. Lycaon…”

Lycaon sighed. “It is no wonder you have been struggling as of late.” He retrieved his pocket watch and flipped it open. “Well, as proud representatives of Victoria Housekeeping, it would be quite unbefitting of us to leave a client in want of assistance, would it not?”

He smiled and reached down to pat Corrin’s head, who squeaked and leaned into his paw. “Don’t worry, Corrin, I’ll go check in on them, to make sure that our friend is doing okay.”

The mood was becoming too fluffy for a crack fic, so Corrin promptly tripped and broke a vase that was filled to the brim with live spiders.

~~~

After sending the Proxy a message and confirming that there was no response, the first place Lycaon investigated was the Random Play video store. He was greeted only by the cheerful ehn-nas of Bangboo 18, which was disappointing but expected.

He then tried Bardic Needle, which was permanently closed. Listening to the gossip on the street, he learned that the owner of the place had transferred her consciousness into a Bangboo and ran off into the night to find a new calling in life. To each their own, Lycaon supposed.

Finally, Lycaon walked into Coff Cafe, and was greeted by a robot slumped over on the bar.

“Ugh… I swear to god, [Y/N], if you keep coming in like this, your next coffee will have cockroach powder in- Oh wait, you’re not [Y/N]!”

Tin Master looked up at Lycaon and sagged noticeably in relief.

Lycaon raised an eyebrow. “Good morning to you, sir. As a matter of fact, I have come here for the purpose of inquiring about that very person. You’ve seen [Y/N]?”

Tin Master groaned. “Been taken hostage by them, more like.” The robot slammed his head down onto the bartop. “Yes, I’ve seen them. For the past week, they’ve been coming into my cafe every ten minutes to order a coffee. Twenty. Four. Hours. A day.”

The barista sighed. “I know that my cafe is open 24 hours, but even us robots need some downtime to recharge, you know? But every time I try to explain that to them, they just pull out a thermos of that horrid concoction…” He shuddered. “I’ve had to run on low power mode just to survive! Isn’t it awful?”

Lycaon blinked. “I… am very sorry to hear that, sir. Are they here right now?”

“Yeah, they went to use the bathroom. That was what, ten minutes ago, now?” Tin Master looked up at the clock and squinted blearily. He rubbed his eyes. “Huh, I could’ve sworn it hasn’t been that long.. I guess my internal clocks are malfunctioning from battery deprivation.”

Lycaon tried to quell the rising anxiety in his throat. “May I ask sir, how long ago did they enter the bathroom?”

“About two and a half hours ago.”

Lycaon’s eyes widened. “And they’re still in there?”

“I never saw them walk out, that’s for sure.”

Lycaon sprinted past the disoriented barista and slid to a stop in front of the single-stall bathroom. He hurriedly knocked on the door. “Master [Y/N], are you in there? Can you hear me?”

He placed his ear against the door. He faintly picked up on weak gurgling that his heightened Thiren senses were able to identify as that of the Proxy.

“Master Proxy! Forgive my intrusion, but I am opening this door to confirm your safety! Yell at me if you wish for me to stop!” Lycaon shouted as he broke open the lock with one swift kick (he made a mental note to reimburse Coff Cafe later). He pulled, and the door swung open.

The bathroom was a complete mess. The mirrors and tiles that were normally kept, according to Tin Master’s sanitary standards, “shinier than my ex-wife’s crocodile tears during the custody battle, like, she had artificial tear ducts installed into her frame and everything,” were spattered with speckles of fresh and vaguely coffee-scented vomit. In the middle of the carnage was [Y/N], slumped over and drowning in the toilet bowl.

“Proxy!” Lycaon yelled in alarm. His cybernetic leg pistons fired as he propelled himself towards [Y/N], grabbing them by the collar out of the toilet with one hand and steadying them with the other.

[Y/N] coughed and sputtered, dangling limply from Lycaon’s arms. Their skin had turned a deathly pallor, and Lycaon could see their cheekbones - when had the Proxy last eaten anything of substance? They opened their eyes. “Wha- Huh? Where am I-”

“[Y/N]! You are currently located in the lavatory of the Coff Cafe establishment on Sixth Street. What happened? Do you require me to call you an ambulance?”

The video store manager groaned. “Probably, yeah, I think I might’ve had too much caffeine- urp-” They gulped, then turned around and threw up violently in the toilet. “Uh, shit.”

There was now a bloody mess inside of the toilet. “That’s not good,” [Y/N] mumbled, blood dripping from their mouth. “Chat, I think I grinded too hard.”

They collapsed.

“Proxy!” Lycaon yelled, catching [Y/N]. He pulled them close to his chest, and took out his cellphone. “I am going to call an ambulance for you, Master, just stay with me!”

[Y/N] closed their eyes, sighing dreamily. “Oooohhh… I can’t believe I get to spend my last moments on earth cradled in the arms of a furry butler sexyman… My life’s mission has been fulfilled, now I can die in peace.”

Lycaon paused, and coughed into his hand. “You will have to pardon my coarse language, Master Proxy, but I must ask: What the actual fuck?”

[Y/N] took one final breath, and went limp in his arms.

“Proxy? Proxy?!” Lycaon shouted, checking for a pulse. Their heartbeat was as still as a rock.

“No… Proxy!!!”

~~~

The funeral was a sombre one in spite of [Y/N]’s efforts to “spice it up”, according to their will. At one point, an unnecessarily high-quality animatronic made to resemble [Y/N]’s rotten corpse violently burst from the ground, causing Nicole, Billy, and Corrin to faint. Corrin somehow managed to land on the casket and smashed it open, creating even more chaos as everybody scrambled to repair it. Anby was the only person who found it funny, which [Y/N] would’ve considered a win in their book.

Ben, the executor of the will, downed two bottles of aspirin. (As unwilling as he was to set up pranks for a day of mourning, the terms of the will were VERY clear and legally bulletproof. Ben wondered how much money [Y/N] spent on lawyers and elaborate props for this. He also wondered why they had to choose him, of all people.)

Rina floated over to where Lycaon was standing.

“You realize it’s not your fault, dear,” she said to him with a saddened expression, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. Even her usually energetic Bag were silent today. “You did everything you could.”

“I know, Rina. It’s just…” Lycaon hung his head. “I have failed my clients in the past, over the course of my career. But never before have I had one lose their life while under my watch. Not just a client, a comrade …” He clenched his fist. “I should have been there sooner.”

“Not even you can be everywhere at once, Lycaon,” Rina reassured him. “At the very least, you made sure that they weren’t alone when they passed away. Speaking of which,” she tilted her head, “What were their last words?”

Lycaon thought about it for a second.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck.”

[kirishimasbabygirl]

Dating Kirishima

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A/N: Hey!!! I've been having Kirishima brain rot of months now so it's y'all problem now lol

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He is the definition of a gentleman; he holds doors open for you, helps you up steps, and walks outside the sidewalk closer to the street.

The first time he took you out on a date, he almost threw himself across the hood of his truck to stop you from opening the car's door to get out.

"W-Wait holds on; I'll get it for you!"

He is so polite with your folks.

Tries real hard to impress them, brings flowers for your mama, and gives your pa a firm handshake and compliments that beat up on racing car his been "fixin' " for years.

He's shaking the whole time; you have to hold his hand to get him to relax.

"I just don't want to mess this up."

He LOVES to show you off.

He'll take you out and strut around with you on his arm like he won the lottery. (If you ask him, he'll say he did)

He was so excited for you to meet his friends he grew up with; he told you so many stories of them from high school you can't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Hey, look at me; they're going to love you, okay?"

And they do!

Mina and Danki would gang up on him and tell you the stupid shit he did when they were teens.

Sero would crack a joke at Kirishima's expense, and everything was fine!

You got along with everyone and felt really welcomed by them; the only one that worried you was Bakugou.

"Then he crashed his head through this guy's window-"

"H-hey! Maybe we don't let her that one."

He sat there all night quietly watching you and every move you made; it felt like he was staring you down by the time the two of you left.

Eijiro noticed how quiet you were returning to the house and asked what was wrong.

You told him you were worried about what bakugou thought of you; you know the two of them are best friends, and you didn't want to cause problems.

He stared at you in the corner of his eye and told you that you didn't need to worry about that.

Later that night, you heard him on the phone with the blond when he thought you had gone ahead and gone to sleep.

You could see a grin split across his face.

"So, what do you think about her?"

"She's nice, man. Sweet."

"Yeah? Yeah, she is; she's the best, bro. I mean, like, did you hear how she laughs? Oh god, don't get me started on her nose and -"

He could go on and on about how much he loves you to anyone who would listen.

The lady scanning his items at the store? He's talking about how his surprising you with your favorite ice cream.

The old woman his helping cross the street? He's talking about how cute you were playing with your little cousins at your last family reunion.

"I just love her so much."

He does adore you; you are his main drive in life, and he absolutely would do anything for you.

He once stopped what he was doing mid-guys night and RAN all the way home from across town because you called him that you watched a scary movie by yourself. You swear to god you saw something outside your window.

"Don't worry! I'm here!"

He's knocked motherfuckers out over you; one time at a club, your shared friend group dragged the two of you too, and he decided to hang back as Mina pulled you onto the dance floor.

He hung back with the boys and was shooting shots when he felt Katsuki nudge his arm; he looked up at his friend, whose eyes were glued on the dance floor.

He looked over to see these two guys pressed up against you, front and back, you clearly distressed, pushing on the guy in front of yous chest, while the guy behind you pressed up against you even more, sandwiching you between them.

He's never moved faster in his life; he flew out of his chair and was tearing them both off you before they could even open their mouths; he had them on the floor rumbling.

At some point, Katsuki, Kaminari, and Hanta, as well as Mina, had jumped in to whip their asses which caused all six of you to get kicked out.

You were apologizing the whole ride home when he pulled over and cupped your face.

"As long as I am alive, no one will ever touch you like that again."

And you believed him.

[championleonsslut]

How about a wedding night with Leon? Rose petals, candlelight, champagne and Leon sweetly making love to his now wife ;w; Could you write for that, pretty please? I wanted something NSFW, but also on the romantic, tender side. That would be a dream come true <3

Awww this one’s so sweet! Here you are! This is my first full fic I’ve written on here, I hope you like it!

“Should we consummate it again?”

Reader is female (sorry my other gendered readers), reader and Leon are married, VERY smutty, you’ve been warned.

The wedding was wonderful, possibly the very best night of your life. Besides the party, the bouquet toss (which Sonia caught), and the goofy best man speech from Raihan, what was the best part of all?

Him. You got to marry him. You got to marry the champion of Galar, the love of your life, Leon. Not only did your vows make each other cry, but the rings on your fingers symbolized the true creation of your love for one another.

But now… the mood had shifted. You had gone back to your shared apartment, and you knew what came next. Most, if not all marriages were consummated… and this one was no different.

As soon as Leon had finished locking the door, he quickly strode over to you. He had a glint in his eyes, one of passion and hunger. Perhaps he was just as excited for this as you.

You squeaked when he scooped you up bridal-style. How fitting. He placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, and batted his eyelashes at you.

“If you’re up for it, I think the evening has one more event in store.” He chuckled under his breath.

You could barely speak you were so excited, so you just settled on nodding instead. Leon chuckled again, and began carrying you down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

It seems he had prepared for this, being the horny little shit he is.

The room was already dimly lit, and he had gone all out. There were lit candles around, goddamn rose petals on the king sized bed you shared, and he had a large, boyish smirk on his face as he kicked the door gently shut with his foot.

He tossed you on the bed, and your dress billowed around you as you landed, letting out a giggle. Music to his ears. He walked over, and placed his hands on either side of your head as he smirked down at you.

“My lovely bride…” He murmured, sifting his fingers through your hair, “I’m gonna make you squeal like you’ve never squealed before.”

You giggled as he began nibbling at your neck, and undoing the back of your dress.

“Leon!”

He chuckled against your neck, replying by leaving a hickey there for later.

Your dress was slowly peeled off you, and he gently placed it aside, as it was expensive, and he’d hate to ruin it. But when he looked back, his eyes bulged.

There you sat, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, in lingerie. Now, you’ve worn lingerie for him before, you guys have had sex a MILLION times before this. But this, this was different. He could already feel his face heating up from just the sight of you.

It was a red babydoll top, with transparent fabric that draped over your stomach, a red thong underneath, which hardly covered anything, a matching garter, black stockings, and those heels you’d worn all day.

“Ohmygod.” Was all he could breathe out as his eyes practically drooled at the sight of you.

He knelt down in front of the bed, gently running his hands up and down your legs, as his eyes wandered all over you.

“Is this for me?” He muttered, a little breathless. “Because… I didn’t think you could get any hotter.”

You giggled, “It’s for my husband, actually. I wanted to treat him.”

He practically growled under his breath, “You cheeky thing. Well, I’m a little disappointed to take it off, but I prefer you in nothing anyway.”

You blushed, and he had already removed his jacket and shoes, so he undid a few buttons on his shirt, just to tease you, before he got to carefully stripping you.

He started with the heels, which he chucked aside. Next came the garter, which he made sure to look at you as he slid it off. Then he moved onto those stockings, which just drove him wild. His dick was already trying to poke out of his pants just from the sight of you in lingerie. Once the stockings were off, he gently kissed your thighs, and even left a hickey there too.

He then ran his hands up and down your side, gently sighing through his mouth and biting his bottom lip a bit. He slipped the straps of the babydoll off your shoulders, and yanked it up above your head. Leon’s definitely a boob guy. So naturally, he basically drools at the sight of your bare chest. He goes right in for a snack. Gently nipping, licking and sucking at your buds. You groaned, running a hand through his hair and giving it a little tug. That made him groan too.

He was feasting away like you’d starved him, but you didn’t mind. You not only loved the unstoppable attention, but also just how good it felt.

You yelped when he chomped on you, and you felt him giggle against your chest. You were already a little wet when he tossed you on the bed, just from anticipation alone, but now there was a little wet spot on your thong.

He stopped his assault on your chest, and rubbed over your clit through your panties. You bit your bottom lip and held back a groan, but he didn’t like that. He grabbed you by the chin and made you look at him.

“Do not stay quiet. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan and squeal and scream my name. I don’t care if all of Galar hears. Because I’m your husband, and I love when my wife gets noisy for me.”

You only got more wet from that, and could only nod. Leon smiled, and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Good girl.” Well that just made your knees so weak.

He slowly slid your panties off, and chucked them aside. You were left completely bare for him, just the way he liked it. He ran a finger up your soaking wetness, and sucked it off. According to him, this was the best taste in the world.

He got the rest of his shirt off, leaving him completely topless. You practically drooled at the sight, and he loved the way you practically had heart eyes at him.

He pushed you up the bed a little bit, and threw a leg over his shoulder. He smiled up at you, before going in for your cunt. He left kisses on your thighs first, then your puffy folds, and lastly on your clit. He actually left many open-mouthed kisses on your clit. It made you fist the bedsheets and groan.

He began lapping at your clit, occasionally he would gently nibble at it, and sometimes he would suck on it. You squirmed a little, but he made sure to hold your thighs in place. You felt him groaning against you, from just how good you tasted.

Your clit was throbbing, and your weeping cunt just told him how much you were enjoying this. You let out moans and groans just for him, and it only motivated him more to eat your clit off.

“O-Oh… Leon… A-aahh… You feel… W-Wonderful…”

He chuckled and paused his attack on your cunt, “and you taste wonderful. Now, relax, love. I gotta prep you for the dick you love so much.”

You could only respond with another moan as he went back to town on your pussy. The coil inside you was already starting to snap and pop. It wouldn’t be long before your husband drove you over the edge.

He gently shoved two fingers in your dripping hole, and began gently caressing your walls. You moaned like a slut. He chuckled against your cunt, and moved his fingers around a bit.

Your moans just egged him on more, and you were right there. It felt like you were going to explode from how pent up you were.

And you practically did. With a high-pitched, loud moan, you came around his fingers. He knew just how your pussy pulsed when you came, so he slowed down his assault. He slowly stopped lapping at your clit, and took his fingers out to lick them clean.

You were sweaty, panting a bit, and your hole was dripping. He smiled up at you, and stood up to place both hands on the bed.

“I hope you’re not too tired for the main event?” He smirked.

You couldn’t even talk, you just rapidly shook your head. You could never say no to that massive cock.

He chuckled, and began fiddling with his belt. You wiped the sweat off your forehead. His pants weren’t even kicked off all the way before he was climbing on the bed. You could spy the tent in his boxers once his pants were on the floor. It made you drool a bit.

He tugged those off too, and tossed them aside. His dick sprung straight out, and was already throbbing at the tip. He grabbed one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder and smirked down at you.

“Are you ready, my lovely bride?”

You could only nod, as he pulled you a little closer to him. He ever so gently slid inside you, and the stretch was slightly painful, but felt far too good overall. You groaned, and he hissed through his teeth.

He repositioned himself as he slid all the way inside you, so that he could nibble at your neck and jaw. That only made you make more noise for him. You squealed when he bottomed out inside you.

His thrusts were slow and calculated, as he kissed, licked and sucked at your neck. You were making such sweet noises for him, and he loved it. His cock was so thick, it may as well have split you open. But it didn’t, it always surprised him how you could take this.

He was so slow, sweet and gentle. Definitely not fucking you, but instead making love to you. Only the best for his bride, of course.

He wasn’t exactly quiet though, moaning against your neck, because your pussy just felt THAT good. So warm, wet and tight. Even after he’s wrecked you so many times.

Your moans, groans and squeaks only motivated him more. You, on the other hand, were loving this. Here he was, your husband, taking his sweet time in pleasuring you, so perhaps you could spend all night entangled in one another.

He stopped leaving hickies on you for a second, to pant against your shoulder as he thrust inside you again.

“Oh fuck… That’s a good girl for me, the best pussy in all of Galar.”

Well that just drove you over the edge, you pulsated and spasmed around him, and sucked him in deeper. He couldn’t complain, instead, he moaned right as you did.

He was almost breathless, as he leaned back a bit to look at you. Your flushed face, and the way you softly panted. He ran a thumb over your cheek and smiled, leaning down to kiss you so softly. Of course you returned it.

He began slowly thrusting again, as your lips moved together. He was kissing you so sweetly, so lovingly, as if he had to physically prove to you how worthy he was to be your husband.

You were still sensitive after your last orgasm, but not as sensitive as Leon. He was twitching away inside you, not far from his own release.

You broke away from kissing him, which made him whine, to wrap your arms around his back and put your foreheads together.

“Cum inside me, champion. Please, cum inside me.”

That practically made him purr, and he pecked you on the lips.

“Anything my wife wants, she gets.”

Your lips reconnected, and the kissing turned into a lot more tongue, but still so sweet and loving. He picked up the pace a little, but still going relatively slow. His dick was throbbing inside you, just begging to burst.

You were both moaning into the kiss, which only made it feel even better. He groaned into the kiss when he hit his high.

His cum was so warm and sticky, you loved feeling it full up inside you. He was still kissing you ever so passionately as he finished, and broke away when it began to subside.

“How many rounds does it take to consummate a marriage, you think?” He smirked at you.

You whacked him on the chest, “Horny bastard.”

He scoffed, “You were just moaning like a whore for me, and you begged me to cum inside you!”

Touché Leon.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Hey, do you do yandere aot girls x fem reader oneshots? If so, can you make a yandere Annie x fem reader please? (Modern Au)

Reader is Annie's best friend but has a crush on Bertholdt. Annie does not like that and ends up beating Bertholdt up, resulting in him ending up in hospital. At the end, maybe Annie cuddles amd comforts the reader (while acting all innocent)?

Crush Killer

A/N: OMG YES. Just for you pookie ❤️❤️❤️ Yandere! Annie Leondhart x Female Reader.

Modern AU

“Annie!!” Y/N called out cheerfully as she ran towards the blonde haired girl and hugged her from behind. “I missed you over the weekend!” 

“Okay.” Annie bluntly said as she side hugged the happy girl. “How was your morning?”

”It was so good! I woke up and went to the bathroom to get ready for that day-“ Y/N rambled as they walked to the school. Annie would just stay silent and let Y/N talk since she just loved to hear her voice. Who wouldn’t? It was so angelic and not to mention her lips moving so gracefully. Her luscious hair, so silky and her pretty face just so beautiful like a doll.

”Annie, I heard that Bertolt came back from his vacation! I wonder if he remembered me and brought me something!” Y/N said as her hands made way up to her cheeks. “He’s soo handsome!~”

”Whatever you say, Y/N.” Annie said as they crossed the road. The one person in her way, Bertolt Hoover. Sure he was the basketball legend of the school, had great grades and a good upbringing but he was nothing but a nuisance.

He constantly hung out with Y/N during break, whenever Reiner would be busy with rugby. During class, he would always try to talk or pass notes with Y/N, in which she always responded. Not to mention, when Bertolt would ask the teacher to move closer to Y/N or in fact become her partner in class. He even had the audacity to bring her flowers on Valentines Day!

”Hey Y/N.. maybe it’s best if you forget about Bertolt.” Annie suggested causing Y/N to look at her shocked.

”W-what?! Why would I forget my 4-year-long crush?!” Y/N asked. “Do you think I’m not beautiful enough for him? Now wait, he’s so handsome that he probably won’t even think I’m even pretty!”

”What, no! I’m just saying that your out of his league. He’s not good enough for you.” Annie reassured. Her faith in that silly little crush was diminishing by the second! Annie just had to make sure that it wouldn’t affect her thoughts on her physical appearance.

“Still, after 4 years of talking, group projects and so much more, I’m not going to give up!” Y/N said with hope.

Reaching the school grounds, Y/N greeted her classmates around the seated areas and benches before sitting down herself. Looking at her watch, the two girls realised that they had time before their first class.

“I haven’t seen Bertolt yet.. what if he isn’t in because he’s sick?” Y/N thought out loud. “I don’t want to text him because then he’ll think I’m obsessed with him but if I don’t then he’ll think I don’t care about him!”

”Dont. He’ll probably leave you on read.” Annie said as he bit into a snack.

”You think he will?!” Y/N asked before a towering figure stopped in front of them. “B-Bertolt!”

“H-hey Y/N.! I uhm came back from vacation and uh thought I could say hi.” Bertolt said as he rubbed his nape.

”So say hi and leave. We’re talking-“ Annie began to say.

”Annie! Don’t be so harsh.” Y/N whispered before turning to look at the dark brunette only to blush. “S-sit down beside m-me if you want.” Bertolt proceeded to sit in between the two girls, separating the two girls. Much to Annie’s disappointment, she began to kick rocks and pebbles at his expensive shoes, wondering how they would look, scattered across his bloodied face.

”C-can you and I talk at L-Lunch Time.? I have something important to t-tell you but I can’t at Break b-because I have Basketball Practice.” Bertolt stuttered out as he rubbed his neck and sweated.

”Sure!” Y/N said.

”But Y/N, you and I are going to hang out together during Lunch.” Annie said unhappily.

”Oh right. It'll be quick though so you can wait a bit, right?” Y/N asked as Annie nodded to.

”I wanted to give you t-these.” Bertolt said as he handed over a gift bag. “I g-got it when I was on vacation. I remembered you talking about them and thought you’d want one.”

Opening the bag, Y/N saw accessories and different types of lotions along with tasty chocolates. Quickly hugging Bertolt and saying thank you, Y/N and Annie rushed to their first class. How could Bertolt do that?! Annie had just the right amount of money and was about to order her favourite things. 

Sitting down in class, Annie had day dreamed the whole time as the teacher yapped on and on over something that wasn’t even class related. Bertolt had practice at Break, right? He was most likely going to confess at lunch too or would he try and humiliate her in front of all those guys? Annie just had to make sure that he wouldn’t lay a hand on her precious darling.

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“At Lunch Time? You should have told her to meet at the end of the day.” Reiner said as he walked with Bertolt to the changing rooms. “And why’s you give the present in the morning? You could’ve given it when you confessed.”

”I didn’t know! I got really nervous..” Bertolt replied as he reached his teams changing room.

”You’re always the first person to arrive. See you later then.” Reiner said before walking off.

Walking in Bertolt began to lay his bags down and opened his P.E kit and sorted out his clothes nicely. The door opened and when Bertolt looked up he saw Annie standing at the door, unbothered by his half clothed torso.

”Annie.?! This is the guys changing room, what’re you doing in here?” Bertolt asked, startled.

”I’m not interested in your lanky body so don’t think I’m in here to spy on you change.” Annie said as she walked up to him.

”D-do you mind?! I’m getting c-changed.” Bertolt exclaimed as he covered his chest with his shirt.

”Do you have any idea of how much I have to struggle.? How much I have to deal with Y/N, going on and on about how you’re so handsome and so brilliant?” Annie asked as she gripped something behind her.

”S-she thinks that.?!” Bertolt asked shocked.

”Do you know how pissed I get when she looks at you with such lovey-dovey eyes and not me?!” Annie asked angrily before swinging a baseball bat at him.

“Agh! Annie what the hell are you doing?!” Bertolt asked as he gripped his head and fell to the floor.

”Getting rid of a pest.” Annie muttered before continuously hitting his body with the bat. Despite his constant attempts to escape, Annie dragged Bertolt back into the corner and kept beating his head violently with the bat until his head was nothing but blood. The scene was gory. Quickly wiping the bat clean, Annie left the room to attend to Y/N.

Entering the changing room, the basketball players each walked in on the body, laying in the corner, sprawled on the floor. Quickly calling a teacher, an ambulance was called and they quickly took the unrecognisable body to the hospital. 

“Annie? You seem really quiet.” Y/N said, snapping Annie out of her trance. “Are you alright?”

”Y-yeah yeah.. it seems like there’s a problem.” Annie said as she looked at the ambulance. “Seems like someone got hurt.”

”I feel bad for them.. wait.” Y/N began to say until she squinted her eyes and looked at the body on the gurney. “Oh my god.! That body looks unrecognisable, so bloody and disgusting..”

”Y/N!” Reiner called out as he rushed over to the girls. “Was Bertolt with you?”

”B-Bertolt? No, I thought he had Basketball Practice.” Y/N said.

”Goddammit! That guy on the gurney must be Bertolt!” Reiner said with an extremely hurt expression. 

“W-what?!” Y/N exclaimed as she got up and looked at Reiner, Annie still sitting down and unbothered.

”We can’t go now but at the end of the school day we’ll have to rush to the hospital..” Reiner muttered as he clasped a hand over his mouth.

”Your skipping practice for Bertolt?” Annie asked.

”Wha- of course! That’s literally my best friend in hospital.” Reiner said before leaving. 

“Annie.. Bertolt is hurt! I feel so bad and I was going to confess to him at Lunch!” Y/N began to say as gripped her skirt.

”Y-Y/N. Come on back here.” Annie said as she patted the seat beside her. Y/N sat down beside her and sobbed into her shoulder, remembering the sight of her crush.

”He must’ve been in so much pain whilst we just talked amongst each other!” Y/N sobbed out.

”Yeah.. whoever did that must be a monster..” Annie muttered before running her hands through Y/N’s hair gently.

[skullamity]

Got a fountain bowl to convince Ham, now the most expensive cat in the house, to drink more. Ham is afraid of it, Dusty views it with contempt. The only cat who is super into it is Parsnip, and he will only drink from it like this????? Congrats little buddy, that's the worst anyone has ever done it! Bonus Ham photobomb at the end.

For anyone wondering about Ham, he's fine, but also I now want to take a minute to shout out Pretty Litter. I have always been apprehensive about owning male cats, because I know they are infinitely more prone to developing crystals in their urine, and that it can happen at any age. I have known many people over my lifetime who have had beloved (and still pretty young!) cats just drop dead, because crystal blockage can kill them very rapidly if you don't catch it until it is a Capital P Problem, and we all know how good cats are at hiding their pain.

Up until Ham, we have only ever had female cats, and one of the reasons why I wanted to switch to Pretty Litter (aside from the fact that it mummifies everything, kills the smell, is super light weight and can go longer before being changed out) is that it changes colour to alert you to changes in your cat's health that you might not otherwise know are happening.

So imagine my surprise when I was scooping out the litterbox on Sunday when Ham, ever the bastard, hopped into a freshly cleaned box while I was cleaning out the next one, was in there for a very short amount of time and when he left, the litter where he has peed was bright red, which indicates the presence of blood. We immediately switched him to wet food only and the vet was able to fit him in on Tuesday morning.

They didn't end up having to sedate him to get a sample (they took him to go do that and he helped things along by taking a giant piss e v e r y w h e r e on the walk to the back), and very quickly discerned that there were crystals present in his urine. The vet told us outright that vigilance, the colour changing cat litter and our quick action to get him into the vet definitely saved his life, and any apprehension I had about forking out the money for a subscription for this slightly more expensive cat litter immediately went out the window. It did exactly what it was supposed to do, and my one year old marshmallow of a cat is already no longer turning the cat litter red now that he's on specialty food (specialty wet only for the next month as the partial blockage fully breaks down, and then specialty dry with any brand wet food for the rest of his life).

I do find it kind of funny that my expectation that Parsnip, our deaf, snorty, extremely inbred hoarder situation cat, would end up being the most medically expensive animal in this house was apparently dead wrong, but I'm also incredibly relieved that we caught this so early.

[maria-rayro]

catboy!charlie x hector munday

The life of cat-people was not easy and serene. For centuries, they were a quite discriminated group: they had no voting rights, they were considered not full-fledged humans, but rather a supplement to the "normal" members of society, something like a very expensive pet, the ownership of which added some points to the status of the owner. In the twenty-first century, of course, the situation became better: cat-people obtained equal rights and continued to defend their independence from other humans; they began to be respected, and sometimes they even managed to occupy leading positions in different companies. But the world continued to be imperfect. Cats were still more exposed to domestic violence and other forms of violence based on hatred, they were more often victims of sexual abuse and so on, and they were often kidnapped in order to be sold into slavery. The protection of their rights has long been on the agenda of the UN and other international organisations, but few have felt the effects of the declaration of equality.

Charles was bullied as a child at the school he attended - he was teased, pulled by his ears and tail, given inappropriate jokes. All of this led to a lot of complexes in his adult life and a lack of affection for people. Even when he moved to the US and started working as an investigative journalist, it still didn't leave him. In addition, in the industry, he is occasionally treated as a second-class human being. Some would mock the 'cute little cat', and some would try to get him into bed with them, arguing that they had 'heard about the unique ability of cats to please'. In general, Charles did not like being a cat guy, and he had his reasons for that.

At the same time, it was a part of his life that could not be got rid of, and he was aware of that.

One day, after he had once again failed and found himself all alone in the city, with almost no money and absolutely no friends around, Lonnit just wandered the deserted night streets, ears pressed to his head and staring sadly at his feet. The rain was beginning to fall more and more heavily, and this depressed him even more, so much so that at one point tears rolled down his cheeks. He stopped near the street lamp and just sat down on the pavement, hugging his knees.

He had no idea what to do.

His hair was getting wetter and wetter from the noisy droplets falling from the sky, and his clothes were starting to get wet as well. At some point it was as if he couldn't feel any more drops on him, though from the sound of it, it was still raining. He raised his head in confusion and saw a quiet man standing nearby, opening a black umbrella over him. The man was wearing a beige coat and a black hat and looked like the most clichéd noir detective in the world. Charlie blinked confusedly, looking at him. "H-Hello," stutters the young man.

"Well hello there. Need any help?" asks the man, tilting his head slightly to the side, peering at the wet cat boy. Lonnit is about to say, out of habit, that everything is fine and there is no need to worry about him, when suddenly the man removes his coat and puts it over Charles's shoulders. He takes his breath away for a few moments and looks at him like… a kitten. Yes. A most suitable description, perhaps. "Come on, you need to warm up," the man says, holding out his hand to the Charles.

Lonnit quickly casts a glance back and forth between the hand reached out and the stranger's face. Perhaps he is about to make another stupid decision - is it the 30th for this month? - and takes hold of his hand, standing up with his help, and wraps himself a little more tightly in a coat that is too big for him. The man nods, urging him to follow, and carefully holds up his umbrella so as to shelter the cat boy from the rain with it. "And you are… um… and w-who are you?" asks Charlie.

"Agent Munday. I mean Hector," the man replies calmly, smiling faintly at him, and Lonnit just nods awkwardly, becoming silent. They walk a short distance, just a couple of houses, and finally walk into an entranceway, followed by a small flat. Munday shakes off the drips from his umbrella and carelessly lays it by the entrance, and then takes his coat off Charles and hangs it up. Lonnit staying tentatively in place, wary and faintly wagging his tail. "Gotta get your clothes dry. I'll give you mine for now. Go change, the bathroom's that way," he nods at the right door. Charlie continues to stand still, undecided, wondering if it's too late to apologise and run off shamefully with his tail between his legs. Eventually he does give in under the calm gaze of the brown eyes and, with a sigh, goes to the bathroom to take off his soaked clothes. "And take a shower. That'll warm you up quicker," Hector says after him, and Lonnit only nods awkwardly.

Taking off his clothes, he hesitantly climbs into the shower cubicle. The hot water warms him pleasantly almost instantly, and he exhales relaxedly, covering his eyes. It feels good. Very good. He just stands like this for a while, and then begins to wash his head, body and tail, wondering at the same time what kind of situation he's put himself in. He really went to a stranger's house. Really undressed in his bathroom. God, that's obviously not going to be good for Charles.

He gets out of the shower and suddenly notices a pile of clothes and a towel on a small table nearby. He doesn't even seem to have heard Hector come into the room and bring it all in. Lonnit sighs softly. Okay. Maybe it's just some pervert. He can handle a pervert. Just as long as it's not some maniac.

Once he's dried off, he examines the clothes the man gave him. It turns out to be a T-shirt that says "No one knows I'm a serial killer" and pajama trousers with ties. The whole thing looks a bit baggy on Charles, and the pants even have to be twisted up a bit. The T-shirt smells good, but not like some kind of laundry detergent - no, it's something else. Perfume? Charlie sniffs, but still doesn't know what it smells like.

Opening the door, he steps cautiously out of the room barefoot and, treading softly like a cat, goes in search of the man. He finds him in the kitchen. There is already a cup of tea on the table and something is definitely cooking on the cooker - Charles unconsciously sniffs and realises that it is chicken and rice. He licks his lips as he sits down at the table and looks curiously at the agent who has not yet noticed him. He continues to cook quietly, and Charlie takes a moment to examine his behaviour more closely while he thinks no one is seeing him.

Hector seems calm, so… ordinary. He's still in the same suit he was wearing before, just his gloves off. And he seems to be humming something to himself. Suddenly he turns around to put a plate of food on the table and flinches when he sees Charles. "Jesus! You scared me. How long have you been sitting here?" he asks, putting everything in front of the young man and wiping his hands with a towel.

"Three minutes," confesses with an innocent smile Lonnit. Munday shakes his head slightly.

"Eat" he simply says.

"Thank you," Charlie replies awkwardly, picking up his fork and starting to eat. For some reason he's not at all worried that the food might be poisoned. Hector, meanwhile, goes on with his household chores, washing the frying pan and wiping the crumbs off the cutting board. "Ah… you're not a maniac, are you?" inquires Lonnit, and Munday turns around somewhat bewildered at him, before smiling, clearly amused by the young man's words.

"You're a very careless kitty, aren't you?" asks Hector, leaning his lower back against the tabletop, and Charlie twitches his ears slightly. "And no, I'm not a maniac. I already told you - I'm Agent Munday. I work for the FBI."

"Can you… um… can you not call me that, please, Agent Munday?" awkwardly dares Lonnit to ask after all. "It's a bit rude, actually."

"I'm sorry. I don't know your name," replies Hector calmly, and the young man smiles.

"Charlie. Charlie Lonnit".

"And how did you end up in this situation, Charlie?" asks Munday, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Lonnit sighs, lowering his gaze to his plate. "Well… long story short, I'm a journalist, and I've been duped by a man who promised to give me important information regarding an investigation I'm conducting…" he sighs, sadly shaking his tail. "And now I'm in an unfamiliar city with no money and no acquaintances. And also without any information for an article."

"And what's your article about?" inquires Hector.

"About the Beast of Arkansas," Charlie replies. "'Thought no one could write about these murders better than me. Well, and I kind of feel… like it's my duty, you know. To speak out. After all, he's killing people like me."

"He kills people like you, and you thought it would be a great idea to go to the town he's doing this?" asks Munday, and Lonnit shrugs awkwardly, smiling.

"I'm a silly cat, what can I say?" he jokes. "Curiosity killed the cat and all that, but life never teaches me anything. That's why I'm in this situation," sighs Charles, and his ears droop a little. Hector, looking at it intently, tilts his head sideways with interest, thinking.

"Well, maybe fate has been kind to you this time after all," he says suddenly, and Lonnit looks up at him bewildered. "At least you weren't kidnapped and killed in an alleyway somewhere. I'm willing to provide you with a warm bed, and… maybe - just maybe - I can answer some of your questions about the Beast, since I'm the one investigating his case," Hector explains, and Charles' pupils suddenly dilate towards the end of his speech. It looks a little funny and cute, and Munday even smiles a bit.

He's always been a cat person.

"Really? You're not kidding? Oh, thank you very much, Agent Munday!" Charlie smiles, and his tail starts twitching excitedly from side to side. "I… don't know how to thank you for this opportunity."

"I think you've already repaid me enough for everything with your charmingly grateful smile," Hector smiles slightly, trying not to flirt too bluntly so as not to embarrass the young man; he smiles back sweetly. "But I'd still prefer you to eat and sleep first. All right?" offers Munday, and the young man nods hastily.

A little later, Hector watches him as he falls asleep on his bed, curled up in a ball, and thinks to himself that he should probably really get himself a cat.

Or a lover.

Or Charles.

[unknownjpegs]

tears

The night air is cool and stings his warm cheeks, which he would usually fucking hate. But it’s nice after a long night of awkward pauses and unreadable facial expressions. Stuffy. That’s what parties are. Always, always fucking stuffy; crammed full of bodies, of sound, too. many people and voices for him to get a word in edgewise, much less have thoughts of his own amongst the noise.

But Maran’s hadn’t yet been to leave. Busy chatting up some girl he’s had a crush on the last month or so, dark hair and torn tights and platforms that put her nearly at his height. So Benji waits, patience fraying until he knows from the glances other people send his way that a nasty scowl paints his face. That’s when he knows it’s best to retreat, collect himself before Maran gets any more gossip aimed his way about his mean, unapproachable friend that made everything awkward.

Fortunately, parties like these — in nice, big houses like these — always have an empty room to spare. When he finds it he’s unapologetically nosy, peering at polaroids and post-it notes pinned carefully in place on a cork board. He’s noting a shopping list, an exam next Wednesday, a reminder to call ROXANNE W. IN BILLING.

It’s a nice little oasis — silent, the important part — until the creaky bedroom door is kicked open. Benji jolts, nearly falls off the windowsill’s ledge, where he’s propped himself. The cigarette he’d lit for himself goes flying off into the night, a little red ember spinning against blue until it’s snuffed out by wind.

The person that stomps into the room doesn’t know this. Doesn’t even see Benji right away, not as the window’s angled towards the door. They pace in a quick circle, hunched shoulders doing nothing to hide how tall they are. When the intruder turns, Benji’s realizes it’s a partygoer, maybe several years younger. Handsome — fit, actually, with big sad eyes and red hair to match his cheeks.

He yelps when he notices Benji at the window, jumping backwards to flatten his shoulders against the door. Which slams loudly shut. Although he finds his reaction amusing and face compelling, Benji scowls and waves his now-empty fingers.

“Owe me one, mate. Fuckin’ hell.”

“I’m just — oh my God, I can’t — I can’t believe they’re here and he—fuck! Sorry. I’m so sorry.” The stranger stutters it out quick. Nearly incomprehensible around an accent Benji can’t place. Not local; the vowels aren’t as soft, cadence too fast. He has a hell of a time with placing American accents sometimes, especially when they’re messy and jumbled like this one.

“No place is private, s’pose.” Benji mumbles. He ignores the stranger’s fidgeting, the frantic movements of his hands as he talks to himself under his breath. “Well, since you’re in no state — I’ll go, then. Leave you to it.”

Frankly, he can’t imagine wanting to be someplace less than next to a stranger with tears streaking their cheeks. Benji kicks his feet to the side, hopping down from the window and reaching for his jacket. He’d stuffed it into the corner as a cushion, and now he shakes the crispy falls from its lapels.

Or tries to, anyway. A big pale hand encloses over his forearm. Benji’s lip curls angry and he wrenches himself away, other hand between their bodies palm-first.

“Oi, man. Hands off! Y’wanker. Whatever the fuck your issue is, how about you deal with it in your own space?”

“Do you have another?” The man asks. He leans towards Benji, bent at a waist that looks trim beneath the loose material of his shirt. His eyes snap up, cheeks flushing, unaware they’d even fallen there in the first place.

“Huh?

The other man gestures out the window towards Benji’s lost soldier. “Do you have another? Cigarette, I mean — or like, fuck. Sorry, was that your vape? Those things are expensive. I’ll pay you back. Although probably, uh, cash? I don’t have any of those apps.”

Benji blinks twice at him, jaw slack at the barrage of chatter. “You’re crying.” He points out flatly.

“H-huh?” The man touches fingers to his cheek. “Oh.”

“Related to the cigarette, at all? Might mean it’s a problem, you get that kinda reaction —“

He laughs, the sound choppy and pitched high. “Oh, no. I just saw — well. Okay, it doesn’t matter. What matters is if you have another or not.”

Benji holds his gaze as he reaches for the assigned pocket of his jacket, flipping the box top-side facing him to pull one out. He comes a step closer, more of the moonlight gathering at the high planes of his face, and Benji feels — nervous. He’s pretty. Pretty pretty, the way most people work and pay to look. Even (or especially) tear-stained as he is.

“Don’t touch me again.” Benji warns as the stranger tucks the cigarette to his mouth. He holds up a lighter on instinct, hand cupping around the edge against the open window’s draft, and watches the end catch. Watches and watches and stares at that little wick of flame as it licks and burns the tube’s contents. When he glances up, he finds a pair of severely green eyes glued to his. With a rough clearing of his throat, Benji retreats back to his spot.

His own replacement cigarette is halfway to his mouth when he’s jostled by the ankles. The stranger climbs up with him, knees tucking up towards his torso to make room and leave Benji his requested space.

“Uh.” He says. “I wasn’t really plannin’ on company.”

“I hate parties like this.”

Benji blinks at being so blatantly ignored.

“Sorry. I won’t rant about this. Dude, I’m drunk, sorry. I won’t rant. Swear.” He’s silent for a moment. “But fuck, I hate parties like this, you know? You just run into anybody.”

“Nobody you ever want to run into, either.”

“Exactly!” The other man shouts, reaching out to nudge Benji with his free hand.

Benji feels awful for what happens next, he really does. It’s instinct: rough-housing with Maran, going heels over shoulders in a mess of limbs and bony elbows; a fight with messy punches and his weight thrown haphazardly.

His leg snaps out, heel of his boot connecting with a thigh, and the stranger’s eyes widen. It happens practically in slow motion, his pinwheeling arms and Benji’s hand shot out to just graze the material of his brown jacket.He loses balance, legs kicking for purchase on something, but it’s no use — he falls from the ledge with a little cry, rolling along the shingles of the roof.

He careens over the edge and Benji scrambles after, carefully maintaining balance as he peers down to the ground below.

Fortunately, they’re only on the second story. Even more fortunately, the side of the house is bracketed with massive bushes. In the grass not several paces away from where Benji’s victim had been flung smolders the cigarette, a plume of light smoke winding into the air as it begins to burn dry grass.

One of those massive pale hands shoots out from the mess of branches and leaves, smacking over the cigarette before it catches anything but itself alight.

“Holy shit.” He’s thankfully laughing as he scrambles out of the shrubbery, long legs comical in the stumbling that ensues once he’s free. Benji watches him wipe both grassy palms over his face, leave little green smears that compliment his eyes instead of the glistening trail of salty tears.

He turns round several times, clearly out of sorts. When he finally tips his chin up to find Benji, hands braced above to push himself half out of the window, the resulting smile — well. Benji rolls his eyes to give himself an excuse to look away from its toothy stretch.

“I didn’t —“

“I have sticks in places sticks shouldn’t be!” The stranger snorts, folding forward to rest hands on his knees. Benji finds his laughter contagious, lifts a sleeve over his mouth to cover the blooming smile.

“What’s your—”

Benji’s intruder falls backwards with a dramatic stumble, both hands clutched over his chest. “I’ll sue.”

“Wrong side.” Benji points out, carefully slipping from the edge of the window to the overhang, boots dangling off the side of the roof. “Heart’s on the left, if it’s a cardiac something-or-other you’re after.”

“Ah, thanks.” He switches to the left. He stands up finally — when he lifts a hand to tug at Benji’s shoestring, that’s when Benji realizes exactly how tall the prick is

“Sound, though?”

“Huh?”

“Sound?”

The redhead tosses his head back and laughs, all his confusion and the adrenaline from the moment compounding into a fantastic bout of hysteria. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying, dude.”

“I dunno what the fuck you’re sayin’!” Benji cackles back, suddenly feeling every ounce of alcohol he’d ingested that night. His hair falls around his face as he leans further over the edge. “You know you are pretty fuckin’ impossible to understand?”

“No you.” The stranger fires back. Then his own drunk, glazed eyes light up. Like he’s just thought up something groundbreaking: “No, your mom.”

*

He doesn’t tell anyone that story: how they met. Not really.

He tells people he found out who Xavier was the following week, at an adorably well-organized party Matilda throws to celebrate her birthday. Some new guy she’s been hooking up with is there, along with his roommate. Ends up being Benji’s stranger from the party, the catastrophe where two cigarettes failed to be shared. After he’d gotten himself back up to their window seat, they had talked until everyone had begun to clear out. Had talked so long and so enthusiastically, without care for topic or setting. And they’d been so engrossed in it that finally when it came time to part, Benji had entirely forgotten to ask after the bastard’s name.

Benji keeps the real story for himself. Because he’d been vulnerable, sitting there in a stranger’s home and ready to be free of the social nightmare. Vulnerable and alone until suddenly he wasn’t — and that felt like something, in a way. That Xavier had just sort of fallen into his lap the way he had. That their friendship started on a chance meeting, despite the layered web of mutual friends that would end up connecting them anyway. He tries to realistic, but that feels purposeful and less like a simple coincidence.

“I hated your fuckin’ guts at first.” Benji admits to him once. They’re laying in Xavier’s bed, not tangled up together like they will be in just a few months but close. Shoulders, elbows, hips brushing. Sharing a blanket, heads tilted together to gossip, to comment on the shit movie Xavier had put on, a near-empty bag of chips between them.

“Did you really?” Xavier asks, his eyes wide and brows. “I figured you were like…going through something, but —“

“Me?” He snorts, sitting up a little. The blanket falls away, puts the cold air to his arms and makes them ripple with goosebumps. He’s in a borrowed t-shirt, some dog cartoon character he doesn’t recognize twisted around itself by the elastic knots of yellow limbs.

“Yeah you.”

“You were the one crying.”

Xavier scoffs, reaching for the remote to pause the movie. Neither are interest in it — but he’s going to make a point, needs it to be quiet so he’s sure Benji hears.

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Yes you were.”

“You were drunk.” He argues. “You aren’t remembering things accurately.”

Benji makes an outraged noise, a wild bark of a laugh, before rolling to his knees to shove at Xavier’s heaving shoulders.

“No fuckin’ way in hell you’re gaslighting me, dickhead. If anything, you were drunk.”

“No you.”

One final good push brings them both over the edge of the bed, falling in a tangle of limbs with a loud thump that no doubt carries downstairs to the neighbor who undoubtedly hates the ever-growing number of young men living above them.

“Your. Mum.”

After a quick battle — Benji ends it quick with a nasty grapple, anyway — he keeps Xavier’s squirming body and desperately kicking legs pinned to the ground. Arm over his sternum, the blankets tossed in a mess around them. He’s panting with exertion, cheeks hurting from smiling so fucking hard.

By no means is it the first time Benji has looked at him and wondered what it would be like to kiss Xavier. The fear of him rebuffing that is strong, but his desire to maintain one of the best friendships he’s ever had, aside Maran, is stronger. It pains him to imagine Xavier shocked or disgusted or ambivalent — but it hurts less than imagining the things Xavier might think about the time they’ve spent together. Benji would rather never know what he tastes like than have Xavier assume all the movies, the late night chats, and gentle ribbing were done with some nefarious purpose — the only reason Benji had ever participated in any of those things was to get that big, toothy grin.

I’d never fucking lie to you, he thinks as he stares down at Xavier’s flushed face. He’s got a sheen of sweat, a bit of moisture that pools at the hallow of his throat. Benji imagines kissing him then. Imagines dropping his mouth to that spot, tasting skin with a sweep of his tongue.

He swallows and pushes away perhaps harder than he needs to, because Xavier whines and complains about a bruise on his collarbone for a week after.

*

After they’re together, Xavier doesn’t complain about bruises. At least —- not the ones Benji tends to tuck gently, sweetly into his skin. Every color looks fantastic on Xavier; the red blossom of a fresh hickey, fading purple of finger prints on his waist. Even the barely-there yellow green of imprinted teeth on his stomach look good. Compliment.

Benji’s tracing them thoughtlessly. Admiring the soft skin, where it’d broken just beneath the surface to leave evidence of his mouth.

“Benji,” Xavier whines. It’s a lovely, breathless sort of gasp that leaves him like it’s got nowhere else to go, like Xavier can’t hold onto it for a moment longer.

“Sorry,” he hums, mouth pressed to one of those marks. The vibration yanks another noise from Xavier — one that sounds as if he hadn’t meant to let go of it, either. “Too much?”

He barely cracks his eyes open, but gets a flash of gorgeous red hair messes across the pillowcase. Xavier’s chin thrashes left and right, his eyes squeezed shut. Chest heaving, he pets Benji’s hair back from his face with trembling hands and arches off the mattress.

“You’re so —“ he says hoarsely, his hips never pausing in their twitching, the gentle roll upwards only to dig back down into the bed. Press backwards into the seat of Benji’s palm, chase after his fingers. Greedy, he thinks fondly, and then angles his wrist so Xavier can take the more he’s so desperate for. The deeper penetration has him shaking all over; a vibration of his muscles that makes him squirm, makes his legs kick helplessly.

“So?” Benji prompts.

Xavier goes to answer — he tries to. It looks as though he really, really tries. But Benji chooses that exact moment (when his pink, shiny, bitten lips part, when that little wrinkle shows between his brows as he fights words to the surface) to return to the task he’d been interrupted from completing.

He holds Xavier still by the hips and swallows him down, eyes fluttering shut at the weight and taste and warmth on his tongue. He bobs back and forth only a few times in an uninterrupted rhythm; it’s not long before Xavier’s desperate, excitable strength starts to show.

Benji hum a laugh around cock in his mouth, for a moment cursed with the horrible mental image of choking and dying this way. He’d hate for that one to make it back to Saha — worse, make it back to Maran, who he imagines would stand over his grave and piss himself laughing about the fact. He pulls off to speak, a thick strand of spit connecting him to Xavier’s flushed tip. The rhythm of his hand remains constant.

“Finally let me get my mouth on this thing, and you’re trying to kick me off?” Benji teases, the words a gentle murmur to his bare hip bone. His jaw opens momentarily, offering a scrape of teeth to the spot.

“I’m— Benji, I can’t…I’m so fucking close, you have to —“

Benji sits upright with a little scowl, glaring down at Xavier when the movements of his body intensify.

“Bastard.” He laughs fondly, hands becoming steel as they manage to hold Xavier still. “Fuckin’ hell. Behave, Xavier.”

For a moment, Benji thinks he’s found the hidden passcode. Xavier does behave — he does stop. He goes absolutely motionless, his clawing hands paused on Benji’s shoulders.

And then Xavier chokes on a sudden ragged moan, chin jutting back to the ceiling as his shaking begins once more. This time, Benji feels the pulse of his orgasm in his hands. Watches, enraptured, as his cock gives a brief jerk and then spills a previously unwitnessed amount of cum over Benji’s paused hand.

The ego trip, bolstered by the wild noises coming from his boyfriend’s mouth, is short-lived. Tears spring to Xavier’s eyes immediately; fat, shiny diamonds stuck to the corners of his eyes. It reminds Benji of the little crystal stickers Matilda had used for Halloween, the night they’d gotten together. Night before, really. It hadn’t been official. Now here they are — tucked into the warm refuge of Benji’s messy fucking bedroom, a half-empty bottle of lube tossed to the ground. They’d pressed close and together like this after a nerve-leaden discussion that had eventually settled on a clear conclusion: yes, we waited long enough, now, right now.

Benji has never really ruminated on (or made a big deal about) his first time with a partner. Not until now, not until Xavier —

Whose tears turn, inexplicably, into bitter streams that course down his cheeks. Benji’s brow knits, confusion settling cold over him instead of admiration for Xavier’s post coital glow. He doesn’t really have one, so to speak. Instead he’s still shaking, his arms tucked around his waist instead of Benji’s shoulders.

Benji sits up immediately, both hands soothing a dance up and down bare freckled thighs.

“Xavier? Hey. A’right there, gorgeous?” The panic settles firmly, a heavy-handed punch, in his chest. Xavier is murmuring to himself. Most of it is a soft babble, but his concerned ear picks up one repeated word.

“Sorry,” Xavier mumbles several times, his shaking hands rising to settle over his eyes. His beautiful mouth is twisted into a frown that makes Benji’s heart ache, no panic required. “Sorry, I know that was quick — I didn’t ask, I just— it was too…sorry.”

“Oh fuck.” Benji hisses. He wipes his lube-tacky hand against the sheet and then darts forward, pulling Xavier onto his side so they face one another. Gingerly, wary of any sort of tension or movement to pull away, he wraps arms around Xavier, slide him and bring them chest to chest.

“Shh, fuckin’ hell. What ‘ave you got to apologize for, you loon? Nothing.”

Xavier continues to shiver, but the sobbing, hitching breaths eventually settle the long Benji rubs over his spine, squeezes his sides in gentle encouragement. He talks, talks, talks: shh, Xavier. S’fine, I’m not pissed or nothin’. It was hot, alright? s’what I wanted to happen. You’re allowed to— mate, the point is that you make a mess, yeah? That’s the fun. You’re allowed to feel good.

It’s a conversation they save for another time. Benji’s okay with that. He’s worried, but there’s a bubble of rage deep within him; it’s not a reaction without context. Without something to set him off. And he has an inkling to what that might be. What the story is, there. It’s just not one that Xavier has offered to tell just yet. And that’s fine — Benji is fine with that. He can manage the bubbling feeling in his chest, the hotter-than-anger catch of fire on a wick.

*

Benji’s swimming head allows him to notice the sensation of a mouth touching to his shoulder blade. The delicious hint of pain in that bite is fleeting compared to everything else. Xavier’s weight is a warm, encompassing blanket against his back. Sticky with sweat and pressed to him, keeping him down and still and prone. Strong hands tight against his biceps, and the filthy-feeling desire to give in to that display makes Benji arch his back into the next thrust, a moan bitten out into the pillow.

It’s only the second time they’ve — well, done it this way. The second time Benji has let himself be coaxed onto his back, knees parted; let himself be taken care of, stretched and loved.

And he is loved. It makes him blush to think about. It’s funny, makes him huff out a laugh, that the embarrassment comes to him then. Not at the obscene slap of skin or Xavier’s unapologetically noisy enjoyment of his body, not at the feeling of being filled and empty and filled, how he is. No, it’s the gentle I love you, I can feel you loving me that courses through him. Brings red to his cheeks.

“Xavier,” he tries to warn, knees pulling up as the orgasm touches beneath his belly button. His cock gives an almost painful jerk against the sheets and Benji ruts into that sharp fizzle of discomfort. When it hurts a little, it’s —

“Good?” Xavier responds, mouthing a line up the back of Benji’s neck. He tilts his head for a sloppy, off-centered kiss. Xavier keeps up the deep thrusts, purposefully slow and hard; doing his best to drive Benji through the center of the earth, he thinks.

“Yes,” he gasps back, head tilted for another kiss. “Good fuckin’ boy.” Benji gets so much as another I’m— out before it slips over him, the warm blanket of oblivion. Of white-hot arousal in his stomach, spilling into the interior of his chest and overflowing. Xavier’s pace falters, the rhythm off entirely as he groans and buries his face into the back of Benji’s head.

When he finally comes back to himself enough to move, Benji flips onto his side. Feels quite, in that moment, like an overfed dog barely a let o roll over. His limbs are heavy, stuck to him as alien weights instead of parts of himself. He feels satiated and sleepy, eyes fluttering as he stares across the bed at Xavier.

Fingers touch to his cheek and come back wet as Xavier holds them up for Benji to examine.

“Got you crying.” He whispers conspiratorially, sneaky and satisfied and humored by Benji’s lazy scowl.

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Only thing gone to my head is — uh, blood. I mean, because I’m hard. Get it, Benji? Blood gone to the head?”

He wipes Benji’s cheeks as he talks. Yammers. Fucking goes and goes, this one. Reminds Benji of the first night they met, when Xavier’s charming nerves had often the best of him.

And now he can’t imagine a world without that constant chatter beside him. All the noise is good, even when he cries.

“Crying just means we have something else to figure out,” Xavier had once said, both of them angry and pouring tears after a nasty spat. “You should probably like, put your face really close to mine. We’ll think better that way.”

It had made him laugh, even through the misery of the subject and their shared annoyance. He thinks its fitting Xavier had come to him crying, all that time ago. It meant Benji had something to figure out, or it meant Benji had done something right. Deserved Xavier, just not an entitled observing, a desire to add him to some collection. But a deserved as in: yes, you’ve done good. Here is more good coming your way. Here is the greatest good you’ll ever know. And don’t forget to cry. Let him let you cry.

“I love you,” Benji says simply when Xavier pulls away from the kiss. When they face each other, eyes meeting and melting together, Benji thinks of how lovely his eyes look, a certain shine to them as well.

“You would say it after gettin’ —“

Xavier is rocketed to the ground with arms full of naked, faux-punching drummer. They dissolve into that how they always do; a fake fight, soft-swinging jabs, a shoulder check or elbow around the neck.

“Awful,” Benji accuses, not meaning a single word as he settles his cheek against Xavier’s bare torso. One of his hands coasts up his waist to paw filthy at the soft give of fat at his hip.

“It works for you.” Xavier points out. His thumbs, as they touch Benji’s jaw, are still wet from brushing tears away.

Benji hums and takes his face in his hands, too. He presses their mouths together in a kiss that starts (as it often does) relatively chaste. Just one, becomes two, becomes three that linger, that make him feel tight in the calves and abdomen; round two just on the horizon. His arms wrap tight around Xavier’s biceps to pull him in for another devouring, sucking mesh of their mouths.

“Yeah, whatever. Every time.” Benji admits, grumbling.

[quillheel]

if she thought about it too hard, too long, she was sure she'd start crying again.

she'd been doing that a lot lately, with too big feelings in a too small body, it'd been something inherent to her long before Gaster's disappearance.

though, Alphys often thought of it in herself like a childish quirk, the equivalent perhaps of a toddler throwing a tantrum ━ however untrue that is, however harsh it might be to her capability ━ when those feelings became too much to contain so easily, rippling out as though intent to fill the cracks and grooves of her scales and the place she'd made home, smooth it out until there was nothing but that heart in her hands.

however, Gaster's return and simultaneous remembrance felt like one of the few instances where it was justified. almost expected.

they'd been calling it his disappearance ; the sentiment present but still the wrong word, she knew, because it implied someone knew it was missing. she wished she did. she wished she did. it wouldn't have mattered what it took, she'd have tried it. maybe that's why its for the better that she hadn't, rather than her being the only one mindfully aware. ━━━ it would've drove her insane more than it wouldn't. the guilt of not knowing doesn't die so easily, though, and neither does the longing to have helped them sooner.

many years of missing them built up into one sudden recollection. she could, and has, likened it to being stabbed.

maybe that's why she tries to avoid the consideration as her claws fiddle with ceramics ━ something she often does not bother with, when the bare-minimum is good enough ━ because it would be too easy to invoke again. maybe thats why the offer was so simple, just getting coffee with him, instead of lingering in the old memories the labs would bring her.

still; this, somehow, still feels indefinitely, undefineably familiar. she is trying not to think about it.

“i- y-yeah! i am too-! i mean- being w-wrong is never a good feeling, but it's.. pretty nice i-i'd think, h-here! with how ━ uh ━ e-everything turned out-!“

her neck twitches ━ a quirk of hers she's had forever, the snap of the jaw jutting forwards in uncontrolled muscle movement ━ as she sets out the cups. the room is cleaner than Alphys almost ever is or was; imperfect, perhaps haphazard, but better. if Gaster was to look closely, it'd notice the heads of wires peeking just barely out of drawers, edges of paper leveraging ever-so-slightly between shelves just into view ━━ one of the cabinets hangs awkwardly on its hinge, broken once, a clean then jagged scar of a slice through the almost-center of the wood, repaired with thick ductape. you could see the indents where her claws began carving at the top layer of the wood or shredding at the tape, depending on which was unfortunate enough to be in her way.

her hands twitch when the coffee-maker plays an off-tune jingle, and she reaches over. only heating water, with an array of teas lined crookedly on the countertop, and an unopened bag of ground coffee which looked expensive.

she couldn't remember which he liked best out of all of them. she'd spent days researching the best coffee she could get her hands on before offering, just in case.

”h-how have you been ━ um ━ b-b-both in general a-and adjusting wise-? w-w-well, i don't know if there's a ━ a lot to adjust to, p-persay? b-b-but━“ she trails off, aimless, unable to resolve the sentence the way she wants to.

"oh-! s-sorry, i should've asked before━ what w-would you prefer-?"

@quillheel asked ; ❛ i never thought i’d see you again . ❜ / to gaster, from alphys !

A wide smile rests on his skull, clearly overjoyed to see her once more. He's been overjoyed to see everyone once again, but Alphys is someone he was looking forwards to seeing most. Much has happened since their last real meeting, and he's more than aware of that fact. He can only hope that doesn't prevent them from resuming the friendship they once had.

"In all honesty, I was of the same mind.. until recently, that is. I am glad to be wrong."

[o3o-aya]

Hi how are you? :) giving conitnuity to the pregnant! reader in those KnY with Muzan and Douma, what's like when the baby is born? Do they resemble their father?

Oh hi!! I'm doing well thanks for asking! ^^

Characters: Muzan, Douma, Giyuu, and Rengoku

Part 1

Muzan

SPlease- Y'alls baby daughter looks exactly like him-

From the very moment she was born, she came out with a head full of raven hair, screaming and crying.

Muzan was secretly scared you would die

But you didn't, and your baby daughter was very healthy.

But since daddy's always away on business, your daughter grew attached to you.

She was a very easy baby to deal with, she hardly ever cried and when she did, she was hungry, needed a change, or her father wasn't holding her right.

You had to teach this man this man the basics of child care.

But he got the swing of it and he was an amazing father to your baby girl!

Muzan adores your daughter, and will often bring her gifts from his 'business' trips.

He loves the way her crimson eyes brighten up when he gives her the gifts, it's his favorite thing ever! and it reminds him of you

He's also very overprotective of the two of you.

One of his show wives, found out about his 'mistress' aka you, the REAL wife and your child.

One day while the two of you were out one night, your daughter BEGGED you to buy her some cherry blossom mochi. She has a big sweet tooth, and because she was being extra good, you went to buy her some.

When out of no where this W O M AN accuses you of being a homewrecker and calling you a slut! Even insulted your daughter who was crying and hiding behind your VERY and VERY EXPENSIVE fancy kimono. Which by the way, the woman wanted money for because HER 'husband' bought it for your.

Muzan was like- 3 towns over and he STILL heard your daughter's cries, so he rushed over and noticed the commotion.

The show wife, scolding Muzan, expected him to take her side. Only for her to be surprised when he yelled at her for upsetting his daughter. She didn't get the live any longer-

He's very cautious around with the two of you.

Douma

When your son was born, he didn't let out any cries, he just laid stiffly against your chest once the midwife handed him to you.

You thought he was stillborn and held him close as you cried, Douma just looked at you with sad eyes.

He didn't quite understand human emotion, but seeing you cry over the loss of your son, made him understand just a bit.

He looked at his son before he gently stroked his chubby cheek.

Only for his eyes to widen as he coughed up amniotic fluid and let out a loud cry.

You were in shock as well, your baby had been proclaimed dead and here he was crying his little heart out!

You calmed him down as you started to smile as you watched him open his eyes.

He had inherited his father's colorful eyes, along with silky h/c locks.

He would be quite the looker when he got older.

He knew a lot more about babies then you did! He had quite a few come into his cult after all!

So, he was able to teach you some things and you taught him some things!

He's kinda pouty that your son liked you more, but he understood! He thought you were pretty amazing too!

He LOVES to tease your son, it's fun seeing him angry.

Also very overprotective of his son.

One of the children in the cult had started to tease and even push your son, Douma wasn't hesitate to harm a child, despite your protesting and telling him you'll talk to the boy's mother.

He didn't listen, he ate their entire family blood line-

Giyuu

His son is the spitting image of him!

When he was born, you swore, Giyuu started to bail his eyes out, but that’s oki, because you were too!

He named his son Sabito in honor of his friend don’t @ me

He loves spending time with you and your son, and he recently heard about skin to skin contact.

So when you walk into the house after collecting the laundry, you just see a shirtless sleeping Giyuu and your son who is only in his diaper also asleep. 

Things like this made you happy.

The moment your son was a born, he sent Tanjiro a letter saying he was the godfather.

Auntie Nezuko 🥺

As your son got older, he adored Nezuko! He even had a smol crush on her and claimed he was going to marry her when he was 3!

Tanjiro had to hold Zenitsu back from throwing hands with a literal 3 year old.

Your son LOVES play fighting with Inosuke! Inosuke’s like his big brother!

He constantly asked you and Giyuu for siblings

Giyuu is very possessive of you, especially when you’re out with your son.

You’re fucking gorgeous!! You have silky h/c hair and striking e/c eyes. You were the beauty of your town.

So a lot of men approached you.

You had been walking with your son, when an old man approached you. Offered you a lot of money to marry him and even offered to raise your ‘bastard’ son.

Giyuu had been walking towards the two of you when he heard it. And let me tell you.... Mans lost his T E M P E R.

He got so mad, you’ve ever heard him yell before but then all of a sudden boom!! He’s yelling!!

But he’s a gud dad and husband :D

Rengoku

Let me tell you-

When you were pregnant, he loved holding your smol body against his, it made him so happy.

Imagine his delight when you give birth to twins! A boi and a gorl!

He was so happy!! 

Your twins inherited their father’s hair and your son inherited your eyes while your daughter inherited his. 

Your daughter was more extroverted and loud like her father, while your son was very shy and chose to hid behind your kimono.

As babies, your daughter was a rather calm and happy baby.

While your son.... Oh boy your son.. He cried for the littlest things and wouldn’t allow anyone else but you and uncle Senjuro to hold him.

insert sad dad Rengoku

Your children were both spoiled by their father so you had to put your foot down on many things. 

Looks like Rengoku wanted to be the fun cool dad while you were the bad cop.

Both your children were very overprotective of you. If their father already wasn’t.

Your son believed that you were to good for his father tbh- 

That kinda hurt Rengoku but your son made it up to him.

I got writer’s block with Rengoku’s that’s why it’s short >~<

If you want more characters or parts of this! Just ask! I had fun with this! ^^

[husbandhoshi]

ok how do we feel abt jealous wonwoo who sees ur flirting w someone at some expensive event and he just has to get u home and then u know ur done for

also do u mind if i can be 🍄 anon ? i rlly love ur works!

tags: harddom!wonwoo, sugardaddy!au, sir kink, panty stuffing, pussy slapping, oral (m!receiving), spanking, pain play, manhandling, light restraints, degradation (f!receiving)

wc: 1.4k i got so carried away 

oh, you’re in so much trouble, you think, as your pretty hand wraps around mingyu’s toned bicep and you airily laugh as he makes the umpteenth quip of the night about spotting fake designer dresses or his theory about the petit fours secretly being cake from the box.

it doesn’t matter, none of it matters. wonwoo’s in some other corner, having some dumb business conversation with some coworker. and you’re stuck here, smelling like wonwoo’s cologne but having to flirt with his business partner. it didn’t help that he teased you in the car and now you can’t act normal.

mingyu leans into your shoulder to whisper something about how good you look—you’re honestly not even paying attention to him, but the way his big hand ghosts over your side, glides over the silk to rest on your hips, just reminds you of the cool sting of wonwoo’s watch on your skin as he parted your legs so easily on the car ride here. how he nonchalantly played with your cunt over the wet strings of your thong, how he so generously let you grind on his hand, so touch-starved and desperate as you dripped on the expensive leather of the seat of his car. and then the sound of your squeal when he pinched your thigh hard after you made the grievous error of palming him over his pants at a stoplight.

“greedy, are we, my love?” he had said cruelly, pulling his hand away and remaining content to watch you rub your thighs together and whimper at every little vibration from the engine.

now you‘re frustrated, horny, and just catastrophically yearning for your boyfriend. last time he took you to a ritzy party, you hung off his arm, chatting happily with the other guests as he doted on you, brushing his knuckles over your cheek and laughing softly at every little joke you made.

you’d never forget how mingyu had eyed the pair of you, remarking on how you had wonwoo wrapped around your pretty little finger. 

which is why your current situation is all the more devastating.

when wonwoo catches you two, he’s not even mad at mingyu. hell, it just puffs him up even more that other people want what’s his.

you, on the other hand. you can see by the way his jaw sets, how he takes that slow inhale, that you are definitely in trouble.

“play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” wonwoo says meanly as you stand outside the passenger door of his car, pussy aching at how your jaw fits so well in the vice grip of his hand as he angles your face roughly to face him and leaves you chasing his lips. you teeter in your heels as you struggle to reach his height.

“you want me to touch you? hm?”

“p-please, yes, please,” you whimper. he runs a thumb over your lips and you so pitifully open your mouth and wrap your lips around the digit, in some faraway hope that he would just fuck you in the car and have this be simple.

the instant you do that, he pulls his hand away and laughs at you. he laughs at you. normally, you’d have words for him, but your brain is so defunct right now you couldn’t even add two and two if you tried.

the rest of the car ride home was a blur, you’re ashamed to say.

no, he did not fuck you. worse, he asked you to take off your panties, and you, dumbly thinking he was going to eat you out, were all the more shocked when he wrapped the flimsy material around his finger and stuffed it right in your aching cunt.

and worst of all, as he shoved his wet index finger in your mouth for you to clean off, you clenched around the lacy fabric, and you came untouched on the cold car seat, whimpering and moaning around his finger as he watched you with dark, cold eyes.

now you’re here, hands bound in front of you with his tie, ruined lace in your pussy, sitting on the edge of the bed as wonwoo slowly, painstakingly takes off his suit jacket, cuff links, his watch, face unchanging in expression as he watches you admire him. your dress lays on the floor like an afterthought.

“what is it, darling?” wonwoo asks, taking long strides over to stand before you. he looks so devastatingly good with his hair parted like that you forgive him for being so mean to you, even though you absolutely know you deserve it. “you wanna say you’re sorry?”

“i just w-wanted you so bad, sir,” you whine. on any other day, he’d think your sniveling and mewling was cute, but he knows what game you were trying to play.

“and do you think you deserve it?” he sits down next to you; he’s so close you can smell his expensive cologne on him again, the one you bought him for his birthday. “you like me paying for your nice nails, your nice dress—“ he pushes you so your face lands in his lap, roughly grabs your hips so you’re on all fours, supported by your forearms—“but you don’t like when i have to do work things? you’re smart, baby, how about you figure that one out, hm?”

you are taking this with you to the grave, how humiliating you’re acting with how you desperately mouth at his hard cock, still restrained in his briefs, your lipstick leaving little red streaks on the cotton. “green, green, green,” you beg and whimper, aching to have his cock in your mouth. you can see a little patch of precum and it feels like you’ve won the lottery. 

wonwoo laughs at you again. “so starved for my cock. how pitiful.” he reaches into his briefs and pulls out his length, eating up how you practically drool all over yourself. “put that mouth to good use and maybe i’ll fuck you tonight.”

“y-yes, sir.” one of his hands grabs you by the hair roughly—so much for having it done—“can…can you touch me? p—“

you’re halfway through a please when his hand makes contact with your ass, the rings on his hand making it sting. you wait for him to rub his hand over the mark and soothe the pain, but he doesn’t. horribly, you like it, and you feel the lace in your pussy rub against your walls as you clench around it.

“what did i tell you to do? ask for things you don’t deserve?” you don’t even answer, instead sinking down on his length hungrily as you take him to the back of your throat. “that’s what i thought. letting your dumb cunt do all the thinking isn’t working out so well for you, huh?”

you shake your head tearfully as you bob up and down his length. god, he tastes so good, and the high you get when he tugs your hair a little extra when you’re doing a good job sends you to the moon. your arms ache under you and you want to touch him so bad, but you know you’re being put in your place. 

five, six, you’re mentally losing track of how many times he’s spanked you, and you whimper around his cock as he makes that seven.

“i think your ass looks prettiest with the shape on my hand on it, huh, my love?”

you nod; fuck, he is so mean and so sexy and you cannot wait for him to split you open.

“don’t even need you to open your mouth to answer me,” wonwoo continues as he runs a finger lightly over your wet pussy lips, transfixed by the glossy, soaked bit of lace peeking out from your hole. “dumb mouth’s only good for sucking cock and your cunt says it all.”

all it takes is a bob of your head and a hoarse green before he’s slapping your cunt, the wet noise echoing lewdly in your shared bedroom, as your broken voice cries out over and over until you’re cumming again with no penetration and barely any stimulation, just a desperate, wet little hole for wonwoo to use.

you collapse, ass up, thighs trembling, as he pushes you off his lap. fuck, he didn’t cum, you think, but before you can finish that thought, you feel the bed sink with his weight behind you. and all over again, you’re begging, sobbing for him to rail you until your legs give out and then some.

and because he loves you more than anything, he fucks you like the insatiable whore you are, even with your hands bound above your head because he knows you’ll take what he gives you. and then he fucks you again for good measure.

“like that, darling? feeling sorry yet?”

[mochiswifey]

With You

Kanji Mochizuki

CW:AGE-GAP^PARANORMAL^PROSTITUTION^SLIGHT SMUT

“S-shit. Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” Kanji groans as he releases. The prostitute under him was trembling from overstimulation and she looked nasty just the way he likes it.

He took his cock out before rolling away from the woman he paid. No attachment like any other women he had tasted.

“Be gone in 10 minutes.” He says before standing up and leaving his bedroom to get a water to rehydrate his tired body.

Unlike the other executives Kanji also got a house even though it’s far safer to live in a penthouse to avoid unwanted intrusion.

The house he bought not long ago was a traditional Minka, a very expensive one because it belonged to a Daimyo in the Edo period.

He wraps a towel on his waist before opening the high tech fridge that looks out of place in the house.

He took a water bottle and chugged it in one go. He then went back to his room and was relieved to see the prostitute gone.

Kanji harshly pulled the bedsheets off his bed and threw it aside before opening the sliding door revealing the Japanese style garden.

The sound of the pond and the crickets immediately relaxes him. The scenery was eerily beautiful. And the full moon adds to its beauty.

He sat down on his bed and observed the different patterns of his pet kois.

Some of them were gifts from associates and some of them were brought by him for insane amount of money.

At first, he was intrigued by their unusual patters but his thoughts slowly faded and he was left looking at them mindlessly.

“美しいですね” (They’re beautiful)

He snapped out of his trance and looked up to see who’s the voice belong to.

A woman dressed in a beautiful white and gold Kimono stood on the stone bridge which connects a path from his room to the garden.

She’s as pale as snow and the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair neatly tied in bun while decorative flowers poke out of it.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I live here.” Her answer was bizarre but her velvet voice and her intoxicating smile distracted Kanji from realizing the discrepancy.

Kanji stood up and she looks away. Kanji immediately wore his own Kimono after realizing why the woman averted her gorgeous light brown eyes away from him.

“Pardon me for my rudeness.” The woman says before turning to face him once more. Kanji’s heart flutter as he has never seen such a beautiful woman like her.

“H-how did you get in?” He asked as he step out barefoot to the stone bridge and started heading towards her.

“I never left.”

“I don’t understand.” He says as he stop just one step away from the woman.

“No one will. If you like I could leave.”

“N-no, it’s fine. I don’t mind having you as a company.” He didn’t know who she was but he was not ready to let go of the woman yet.

“Would you like to go inside?” He asked and she shakes her head.

“I’d like to admire the moon for just a little bit long.”

She says before craning her neck up to see the moon.

“The moon is beautiful don’t you think?“ She says before flashing Kanji the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

After that night Kanji began meeting her in his garden every night.

He never question why she’s as white as snow, how she gets in and out of his house, why she’s wearing the same Kimono every night or why she only appears at night.

He was content to see her and to be with her.

“Hanayaka.” He calls out to her and she immediately averts her gaze away from the Koi and looked at his direction.

She smiled and wave at him warming his heart.

“Welcome home.” She says and he laughs as he jogs towards her.

Kanji has been meaning to ask her a very important question never in a millions years had he thought about asking any other woman.

To be with her beyond his house and maybe even introduce her to the other executives because they were making fun of him not believing his stories about Hanayaka.

They think his house is just haunted and that he’s seeing a ghost.

And lastly, to be with her for this life, the next- for eternity.

Kanji stopped going to the parties he used to go to. He stopped meeting and paying for other women’s companies because now? He has Hanayaka.

“Thank you for waiting for me.” He says before the two of them started walking.

“You’re nervous.” Hanayaka says as she looks at Kanji. He bit his lips and nodded.

“Why is that?”

Kanji took a deep breath before taking her unusually cold hand and pulling her down to sit on the well maintained grass.

Hanayaka smiled as she kneels down and sits back on her heels. Kanji on the other hand just towered over her even though he’s kneeling as well.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this. I would like you to be my wife.” He confesses heart beating faster than normal.

Hanayaka smiled and took his hand before kissing it.

“I am honored to be asked to be your wife but. I cannot marry you.” Kanji shook his head not understanding what she meant.

“We enjoy each other’s company why-“

“You cannot be my danna. And I cannot be your tsuma.” She kisses his hand once more before placing it back to his knees.

“W-why?”

“Because I have died a long time ago.”

“H-huh?”

Kanji blinked and was thrown to incomprehensible horror as he sees a different Hanayaka in front of him.

Blood covered her gold and white Kimono. Throat slit and eyes carved out.

He suppresses a scream as he backs away from the woman he wanted to be his wife.

“Now, do you still think I am pretty?”

Kanji closed his eyes and saw how she was murdered and defiled.

Hanayaka’s eyes were already carved out before she was even chased by an unknown man wielding a sword. She struggles as tried to get away from the man. Crawling as blood drips down from the empty holes her beautiful eyes used to be.

The man took her eyes out so she couldn’t hunt him in the afterlife or even after he got reincarnated.

She was pushed to the ground and taken without her consent. She screamed and cried for her but no one came to help her.

The man ignored her wails and continued forcing himself to her before slitting her throat.

The man was content as she didn’t see who he was clearing him from any chance she has of hunting him.

Kanji shook his head and not long before that she was back to the beautiful Hanayaka she was.

“I died a year after this house was built. But I’ve remained because I loved the peace this structure gave me even thought this is where I took my final breath.” She explains as she starts to stood up.

“Many have lived here throughout the long years I’ve resided here. But not once did I fell for one of them. I am happy to meet you. And I am happy to be loved by you.” She smiled before turning around.

“I want to be with you.”

Kanji stops her.

“I want to be with you too.”

“Shit. I didn’t think Kanji was telling the truth that he got a girl!” Ran greets Kanji’s wife and shook her inhumanely cold hands.

“Forgive me, I get cold easily.”

“No worries.” The older Haitani winked at her.

Kanji laughed as he protectively wrapped his arm around his wife.

Everyone congratulated them for their marriage and the two couldn’t be happier. Though, every executive was happy for Kanji they couldn’t help but to wonder where he found a girl like her.

A girl who doesn’t know what a phone is. A girl who talks like she was born a hundred years ago.

But they all shrugged it off except for one person.

“Mochi, do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?” Kakucho says to his oldest friend.

The two then stepped outside of the room to have a private conversation.

“I am happy that you got married but- the girl isn’t who she is. Her name is not Hanayaka Ichigami. She’s not from a wealthy family. She’s a prostitute-“

Kakuchou spoke the information he has gathered and handed Kanji files for evidence but he was immediately startled when Kanji started tearing the files he presented him.

“She’s Hanayaka and she’s my wife.” He spat out coldly before going back to the room leaving his best-friend dumbfounded.

Kanji’s eyes widen as he sees the sun starting to go down. And he was even pushed further to the edge after seeing his wife standing in front of the mirror.

“I’m sorry we need to go.” He says as he grabs his wife away from the mirror shielding her body with his enormous one.

“Going so soon? The party just started!“ Ran was eager to make them stay a little bit longer but Kanji and his wife were already on the door.

“皆さんどうもありがとうございました。” (Everyone, Thank you very much.)

She politely says before bowing deeply showing her gratitude towards them.

Everyone was irked at how much Kanji wanted to take his wife home.

“Mochi really loves his wife huh?” Ran says as he twirls his wine.

“Yeah, I thought he was just bluffing about meeting a woman so beautiful like her. I mean his house is practically haunted so I figured he was just seeing a ghost.” Rindou adds as Haruchiyo cracks up.

“The first time I went to Mochi’s house I felt so creeped out so I decided to research about it and turns out a Samurai killed the daughter of the man who owns the house.” Kokonoi says catching everyone’s attention.

“When?” Ran asks.

“During Edo? 1865. I was even surprised that there was a photograph of the Samurai. I mean. The oldest picture captured here in Japan was in 1857 and not many people could take-“

“Wait? Japan had a camera in 1857?” Haruchiyo asked.

“The first Camera was invented in 1816.” Kokonoi rolls his eyes before pulling out the picture of the Samurai.

“What the fuck? This man looks like Mochi!” Ran exclaims and Kokonoi nodded agreeing with him.

“That’s what I thought of! I mean, I hope the two moves out of the house ‘cause I don’t want them to end up like the Samurai and his fiancé.” Kokonoi adds.

Ran zooms in the photo and noticed the Samurai had a mole on his lower neck like the one Mochi has.

“Why did he kill his fiancé?” Rindou asks as he sits on the top of the meeting table.

“The girls father wanted her to marry a political figure as during that time Samurai’s are already losing power from the new reforms. The girl loved him but he went on full crazy and carved her eyes out so she wouldn’t recognize him before raping her.”

“That’s creepy. Maybe we should tell Mochi to move out of the house.”

“F-fuck. Fuck. I love you so much. You’re all mine? Okay? Just mine. Even after we die. Forever you’re mine.” Kanji mercilessly pounds into his wife and she moans in pleasure loving the feeling of being alive after a hundred years.

He took a his cock out and flipped her around before putting himself back to her.

He made the right choice. He knew he did.

His hand wrapped around her throat pushing her against his chest the two moaned in union loving how their bodies are touching.

Kanji he committed many crimes during his lifetime and during his past life. But he was glad that even after inflicting pain and taking her life away 157 years ago, he was able to bring her back to life.

Her eyes were close loving the way his cock went in and out of her. It felt different and it felt good compare to what she experience a long time ago.

Kanji pushed her down and started increasing his already brutal pace.

Kanji’s eyes fell to the mirror on the nightstand and for a moment he saw someone he didn’t knew but resembled him enough to just make him think that it was simply an imagination.

But his wife’s reflection says otherwise. She was a different person in the mirror to what the people see. But no one will find out as long as she stays inside the house during the nights when it’s a gorgeous full moon.

And even if they did saw her, Kanji will be more than just glad to push a knife in their heart sacrificing them to the god he used to bring his beloved fiancé wife back to life.

Thank you for reading. Plagiarism is a crime.

[demoanais]

st has been going exponentially downhill since after s1, but i've been power skimming through s4 and i want to vent

if they didn't have winona ryder's name & performance to attach to the show in s1, i think they would have had a harder time getting the mainstream audience they have now. but she gets sidelined over and over again, and now she has nothing to do but run after h/opper (with loathsome m/urray) while the us military almost guns down her children in her own home. and i say this as someone who wants jopper together

i really liked the s/teve/jonathan/n/ancy trio fighting the demigorgon in s1 and thought it was a highlight as much as anyone else, and i'll always support turning around antagonists, but i'm tired of s/teve as a concept. it's so clear they have nothing for him to do or be but he's popular so he gets to stick around (and apparently retread something with n/ancy??) he's less a character than joe k/eery being himself in vintage jeans (not that lack of substantive characterization isn't a problem for other main cast members, but it's more grating for him)

i don't want any more new male characters. they're all self indulgent and they just waste more screentime. is that why this season is so needlessly long? to fit in all these new people (white males) that we're forced to care about because the plot demands it? if you ever need reminding about who's running this show, there it is. why does it matter that satanic panic was a thing during this era? does it have to specifically drive the story now? is that why d/ustin and m/ike fall back into d&d when w/ill was chewed out for still being into it before? mostly to justify e/ddie's existence?

speaking of justifying e/ddie's existence (and j/ason's for that matter), if i have to see another girl's mutilated corpse one more time... chrissy has an eating disorder so we sympathize with her and care when she's killed, but that's too bothersome to deal with if she stays alive. so instead she's killed so that e/ddie (and j/ason) have something to do and a reason to interact with the established cast, and in e/ddie's case a reason for the established cast to rally around him and protect him (also someone else to sing s/teve's praises). it's a very introduce-my-self-insert-OC-as-a-cousin-of-a-main-character-so-everyone-has-to-pay-attention thing to do. neither e/ddie nor j/ason nor chrissy existed until now, but only chrissy dies to create a plot for the other two (men). what's it called when this happens?

i haven't finished the s4 episodes that are out yet, so i don't know if they ever explain why b/renner is alive. but i doubt they do. i'm so sick of eleven being sucked back in with these disgusting people, slimy o/wens too, papa this papa that, vile. why take away her powers if you can give them back so easily? it was just a detour about doubting m/ike's love? and now it's being undone so who cares. i'm not saying i don't want her powers restored, but the way she was cornered and dishonestly coerced into it is rotten

i have no idea what their problem is with jonathan. i hate the stupid stoner bit they have going with a/rgyle. i also hate how it's impossible to openly criticize popular content without people being willfully obtuse. i asked a simple yes/no question on reddit about whether or not nyu is mentioned again (i was confused about the emerson vs. community college thing in e2) and anyone who replied just launched into a defensive stance about how emerson is just as good for photojournalism as nyu or how jonathan is allowed to change his mind about something he liked as a kid or a reminder that he explained he wants to stay close to his family. none of which remotely explain why nyu isn't on the table vs. emerson with n/ancy. i know why they did it, because it adds unnecessary relationship drama for jancy, but does it have to be at the expense of what seemed to be a significant character goal for jonathan?

i hate how things have become even more gory and the scenes are interspersed more frequently than before. it makes it harder to avoid seeing gruesome stuff when the show didn't use to rely so much on gross out

i also hate how w/ill is still an emotional torture punching bag. when has he suffered enough, given up enough of his childhood? i know m/ike is also getting older and it's harder to maintain close friendships at a distance like anything else, but i still think at heart he's a kind person. i wasn't sold on that with the thin apology to w/ill or his waffling with eleven. i think it's a disservice to all three characters

d/uffers claim they had this planned out until s5, not even slightly believable. the only thing they had in mind initially was a standard male coming of age 80s nostalgia trip where one weird girl who vanishes as quickly as she appeared changes the lives of four boys over one crazy summer. she's sadly dead but their world will never be the same. virgin suicides for nerdy little boys. so many retcons and plot holes keep surfacing, why even pretend it was always meant to happen this way? of course, all 'miniseries' end up making this claim when their success allows them to run until the wheels fall off

i know successful actors as a whole are a privileged class, but r/obin and the obvious nepotism casting annoy me. i thought she was alright in s3, if not a little overrated, but now she suffers from the same sorts of issues as s/teve does. she has a lot of screentime but not much to do, who she is as a person isn't as prioritized, she's just there being cool and likable and helping i guess? she's someone for s/teve to talk to? whenever shows go downhill they just bloat the cast until the core story is completely watered down and the plot moves people around because it has to. what is this show even about at this point?