#felt oddly natural and sexy in it

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I dont know if you write smut, but if you do, I was wondering if you could do a bestfriend!james and reader going further above the just touching? Like, they're cuddling and then suddenly grinding, leading to some you knooow!! Hehe, thank you!

I do ! This one is fairly tame though, sorry, it just felt more right for them in the moment. Thanks for requesting babe <3

cw: pg-13 smut

bestfriend!James x fem!reader ♡ 658 words

James is hardly the poster boy for cleanliness, but even he won’t stoop to getting in bed with jeans on. Which is how the two of you always end up like this, curled up under his covers and pantless for a midafternoon nap. 

The first time you did this, you were hardly able to sleep, but now it feels fairly normal. It helps that you’ve got the world’s least sexy underwear on, full-coverage and worn, a pinkish beige color that you suppose was probably supposed to be someone’s skin tone but you’d only bought as part of a multipack. And James has the comfiest bed in the world, a weighted comforter and the sort of heavenly mattress only generational wealth can procure. His arm is strewn loosely over your side, his front pressed to your back, and his breath is a steady rhythm on the nape of your neck. You’ve never felt so blissfully warm and heavy. 

You know without knowing how that James is starting to wake up just like you are, slow and lazy. You stretch out a leg, feeling the muscles tense all the way up your back, and he splays his hand on your abdomen as though to keep you in place. Makes a soft, sleepy sound. 

Later, you’ll say that you don’t even remember deciding to do it. Maybe you’re too tired to think straight, maybe you’re still halfway in a dream, but you nudge your hips back into James. A subtle movement. Incidental. 

Only, James nudges back. And he tilts his head so his mouth moves closer to your shoulder, mumbling something incoherent into your skin. 

It feels good. You keep going. After a while, his hand has migrated up to cup your tit, not hard, not squeezing, just a lazy perusal of unexplored skin. There’s not much of your skin James doesn’t know, but this is some of it. 

There’s a nice, sluggish warmth seeping into your core, sweet as a river of honey. Your breaths are still as relaxed as when you’d been sleeping. Syncing now. 

“James,” you whisper, his name hardly more than breath. 

“Yeah.” His hand trails back down to your hip, helping you turn over. “C’mere.” 

Your mouth practically falls onto his. There’s no parting of lips, no tentative pecks. Your mouths find each other warm and open. James tastes like basil, the pasta you’d had for lunch, but somehow also like himself, like even his saliva is a little bit sweeter than everyone else’s. 

You end up on top of him through a team effort, your leg hooked over his and his hands helping you the rest of the way. He holds your hips gently, guiding you back and forth over him. 

It’s slow and easy, like leaves swaying in the breeze or the tide coming in. So natural you wonder if this is actually the first time it’s happened. Maybe you and James have been doing this, somewhere just outside the reaches of your consciousness, forever. 

“Jamie,” you say in between kisses. Your voice hardly sounds like yours, breathy and still stretched with sleep. “What’re we doing?” 

“Dunno.” James’ voice sounds just as lax. It’s oddly comforting. “Don’t stop, yeah?” 

You weren’t planning on it. You let your head fall beside his on his pillow, face nestled in the downy softness of his curls while you kiss at the skin behind his ear. 

James makes a murmured sound of encouragement. His thumb begins to make smooth, indolent circles over the fabric of your underwear. 

“I fucking love these ones,” he sighs. 

You guess they’re not so unsexy after all. Once you decide you’re done with his neck, he takes a turn, slipping your sleeve off your shoulder to give you a pretty mark just to the left of your collarbone. Your bodies are warm everywhere they touch, that heat in your core a steady comfort. 

You don’t talk any more. You fall back asleep with your nose smushing into his cheek. 

[blooberrries]

『consequential』 — satoru

— pairing: satoru x afab!reader — wc: 5k — content: mdni, nsfw; vampire au, college/university au, jealous/possessive satoru, blood drinking, vampire bites (chest, neck and arm), alcohol, mutual pining (a distant relative of idiots to lovers), piv sex, love bites (heh literally), standing/sex against the wall (he holds you up the entire time because he's actually insane), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming,he's a bit of a simp really idk if that was planned — notes: got possessed by the Horny Spirit, also not proofread. enjoy? also be gentle with me I haven't written smut in over a year

prompt: ["Oh, don't be cute."] + [“you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”]

While slightly spiteful, your plan had been simple and had about a 50/50 chance of succeeding, with minimal loss to you if it didn’t.

Two weeks ago Gojo Satoru had— after months of asking for it and being denied by you— finally gotten your permission to drink your blood. So he’d gone ahead and bitten you, you’d loved it and probably fell even more annoyingly head over heels for him as a result of the oddly erotic experience, and the way he had acted during the whole ordeal gave you a decent indication that he most definitely felt the same way you did.

You’d expected things to finally change between you after that, hell you’d actually been excited for it.

But instead of leaning into the shift in the dynamic between you, Satoru had instead decided to pretend you didn’t exist and proceeded to completely avoid you for the last two weeks.

(Which is actually quite the feat considering how much overlap there is between your friend groups. But you’re not impressed. You’re mad.)

To say you were upset would be an understatement. Your pride was wounded along with your ego, and you felt foolish and embarrassed and stupidly angsty. The unfortunate reality is that you’re not very good at processing those feelings, so in your time of need you turned to your most faithful, long-time friend: spite.

You know for a fact that Satoru likes the way you smell and taste– it’s one of the many things he’d let slip when sucking the blood ever so gently from the puncture he’d made in the soft flesh of your inner forearm. So you decided to wait until the prime part of your cycle, where the supernatural consensus said humans smelt their best, and you’d procured a tincture from your witch-in-training friend that would accentuate the natural appeal of your blood for certain creatures of the night (she’d assured you it was safe, but you have your own means of defending yourself anyway so you aren’t too worried.)

Then, you’d waltzed your way into a party that was being held at his shared accommodation and made it a point to have fun. The real goal of your plan, besides sticking it to him in the most subtle-not-subtle way ever, was also just to feel better about yourself. Your expectations being upended regarding how you’d hoped things would develop with Satoru had been a big blow and would take some TLC from yours truly to recover from.

You’ve had fun so far, you’re only a drink or so in and pleasantly buzzed, and you’re getting a lot of compliments on your perfume. You can’t exactly tell them you’re not wearing anything but eau de spite, but it does feel nice nonetheless. Each comment is like a balm to your poor, chafed ego. The only wrench in the works is that as expected, not long after you arrived, Satoru noticed you.

And then proceeded to continue in his efforts to avoid and ignore you. He’d disappeared into the throng of people on the other side of the house before you could even blink.

It takes a strongly mixed cocktail, courtesy of Shoko who you’re not sure isn’t trying to kill you with the alcohol content of these drinks, for you to settle your fuming. This is stupid— no, he’s stupid. Stupid sexy vampire with his stupid pretty eyes and stupid pretty face. How dare he let you make a fool of yourself by thinking there could be anything more between you! You never should have let him bite you. At least then things would still be the same and you wouldn’t be so torn between throttling him and kissing him.

Angrily, you take a hearty gulp of your drink. Despite the superficial fruity flavour it burns on the way down, unsurprisingly, and you have to breathe slowly through your nose so it doesn’t come back up. You’re no longer uncertain; you’re confident this cocktail is an attempt on your life.

It’s as you’re nursing that drink and leaning angstily against a wall in the corner of the room, that you sense someone approach you. Your eyes take a moment to adjust as you look up, surprise filtering through you once you register the figure by your side.

“Hey.”

Your brows shoot up, a small grin tugging your lips. “Oh? Long time no see, Mei Mei. What cave have you crawled out of to be here tonight?”

The snow-haired woman rolls her eyes, lips twitching. Her tongue darts to swipe over the tip of a pointed canine.

“Oh, you know, every homebody has to come out to play every once in a while.” Her nose twitches, and she leans forward slightly to inhale. Her eyes flutter wide in pleasant surprise. “Well, don’t you smell absolutely divine tonight. Special occasion?”

Kind of, but you’re not about to tell her that. Mei Mei can be a decent enough acquaintance so long as you keep her at arm’s length.

“I’m trying something new,” you answer simply. She hums, and when her body angles towards you again ever so slightly you become aware of the most odd, prickly sensation. It tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, and you fight the peculiar urge to turn and look around. All you’d see is dancing bodies and stumbling drunks, anyway.

“It suits,” Mei Mei purrs with a smile that makes you a little nervous. Music throbs against your body so strongly that for a moment you’re not sure whether the beat you’re feeling in your chest belongs to your heart or the song. “Though you ought to be careful going on campus smelling like that. You’ll lure in every bloodsucker in a five-mile radius.”

You suppose that means the tincture is doing its job. The way her eyes are appraising your pulse points keeps you feeling nervous, though. Perhaps… it wasn’t the best idea to make yourself smell so scrumptious after all. There are more than a few loose canons in the area.

It’s a little too late for regrets now, though. At this point you just gotta double down and own the decision.

“Noted,” you say, taking a hearty sip of your death-in-a-cup. The burn is now a pleasant distraction. You smile at Mei Mei and feel that prickly, hot feeling increase tenfold. What is that?!

The sensation has your heart rate elevating slightly, and it must make the aroma of your blood a little stronger because the vampire before you lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering shut. Almost like it’s instinct, she takes a step closer and leans her head towards the crook of your neck. Your startle is almost imperceptible, and you’re thankful that the top you opted for is one that saved the neck exposure for a well-placed boob window instead. The fabric covering half the expanse of your throat is probably the only reason you don’t freak out at her actions.

Her nose brushes your skin, dragging up the column of your throat until it flirts with the bottom of your earlobe. Your heart skips a beat before tumbling into a full gallop. It’s different to how it felt with Satoru— you don’t like this nearly as much. Your legs tense with the urge to leave.

“Really,” she says, purring your name. “You’ve got me feeling quite peckish. Won’t you let me have a little sn–“

A grip winds around your wrist like a vice, not painful but certainly unforgiving. Startled, you look up and see the person of the hour, the vampire you went to all this effort to torment in the hopes he would want you again. Wow, it doesn’t sound great when you think of it like that. The alcohol is certainly not helping your self-esteem right now.

Satoru’s pretty baby-blues are dark, pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen before, and his entire body is riddled with tension. He almost looks like the slightest pressure would have him snapping in half. His jaw is locked tightly, and he hisses through clenched teeth and descended fangs.

“Come with me. Now.”

You don’t get the chance to bid Mei Mei farewell, not that you really want to, and the last thing you see as you’re dragged out of the room is her waving a manicured hand your way, mouthing a playful ‘goodbye’. She looks far too amused for your comfort.

Right now, Satoru is nothing like the cheeky, carefree, shit-stirring bastard you’ve come to know and love. That isn’t to say you’re completely opposed to it, because the way he looks like know is a pretty big turn-on. But still – the difference is startling. You’re not sure how to navigate the situation.

Before you know it you’ve been unceremoniously relocated to his bedroom, and he is pressing you against the door the second it closes behind you with a heavy, loud THUD.

For a moment, the only sound that fills the space is that of the music beyond the wooden barrier. The bass is no longer indistinguishable with your heart beat – the stuttering rhythm that echoes against your rib cage is all you.

Satoru inhales deeply as though to calm himself down, only to let out a long, low groan immediately after. The sound affects you more than it probably should, heat winding pleasantly up your spine.

“What was that?” He demands, brows snapping together. It takes you a moment to realise that he’s most likely referring to Mei Mei being horny on main just before. His massive frame boxes you in against the door in such a way that you’re almost embarrassed by how much it makes your tummy flutter.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathe, chin tilted up as you hold his gaze. Something feral flickers through his expression.

“Oh, don’t be cute.” The words snap into the air, causing your breath to hitch. Satoru’s eyes flick to your forearm, where the slightest bruise still remains from the last time you were in close quarters like this. He swallows, piercing gaze returning to your own.

“I told you.” Satoru’s words leave in a snarl, his fingers firm against the flesh of your hips. His own body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat of it, the tingle of electricity that arcs between you. “That I would be able to smell it if another vampire so much as breathed near you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you getting chummy with one in my own home?”

You can easily recall him saying that to you almost a fortnight ago, when he had been commenting that he could tell you hadn’t been bitten before thanks to his sharp senses and all that. You didn’t think he was lying. You are surprised that he cares, though. Something like indignation bubbles beneath your lungs, because how dare the bastard spout that shit when he just spent the last two weeks since your ‘encounter’ pretending you didn’t exist.

“Not sure why you give a shit,” you retort, squashing down a whine that begins to rise in your throat when his hips begin to press into yours. “Seemed like you were done with me after you finally got that taste you wanted so bad.”

His brows scrunch together, appearing confused for a second amongst the agitation on his features. You decide to fill the gap in the conversation on his behalf.

“I really was just a Sip ‘n’ Dip to you, huh,” you scoff, letting your head fall back against the door. His eyes snap to the column of your throat, more of which is now exposed. “At least now I know the only thing you want from me is my blood. Really saved me some grief there, Satoru.”

“Excuse me?”

When your eyes slide back to his face, he looks like you’ve physically struck him. His fingers dig into your hips almost out of habit, just shy of being painful. Anger still bubbles beneath your sternum, and you glare at him.

“By the way, as far as I’m aware, biting me once doesn’t give you any exclusive rights to my blood, so where the hell do you get off getting so shitty because someone else took a whiff–“

Satoru snaps.

“I don’t just want your blood,” he snarls, lips curling away from pin-prick sharp fangs. He has the nerve to look insulted. “I want you, you stupidly oblivious pain in my ass. All of you.”

He then leans in, erasing any foreign scents lingering on you and replacing it with something of his own, whatever pheromone bullshit vampires do. You’re too busy trying to stop your heart from having palpitations to focus on it too much because what the fuck did he just say—

“Do you have any idea how close I am to losing myself to a frenzy, like a fucking fledgling?!” His lips brush over the pulse point at your neck, and then teeth, razor-sharp and full of promise, drag over the skin of your clavicle, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You shiver, flushing with heat and desire. The threat of another bite is already enough to have your body reacting in memory of how the last one felt. You want him, god you want him so, so badly.

“I haven’t fed since then because I can’t get the taste of you out of my head, and I can’t stomach anything else. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you made when I sank my teeth into you, and the scent of absolute desire that filled the entire fucking room the second the venom kicked in for you.” Satoru’s words are punctuated by a prick just below your collarbone, the brief sting eliciting a gasp. Warmth begins to trickle thinly from the site and is quickly staunched by a press of his tongue, and he moans. You’re so painfully aroused that it nearly makes you dizzy. He groans, long and suffering. “Just like now.”

He moves lower and lower, hauling you off the floor and completely into his hold so his mouth can reach your chest without stooping. Suddenly in the air, you can’t help the way you yelp and wrap your legs tightly around his hips – which, in turn, presses the heat of your core against the very prominent bulge there. You both echo a groan.

“Coward,” you manage to pant, out of sheer spite if nothing else. “Stupid idiot. I clearly want you. I literally could not have been any more obvious, you’re so –“

His teeth sink into the exposed top of your breast, retracting once they puncture deep enough to get a good flow. Then, he latches firmly onto the flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The act startles a moan out of you, the venom from the initial bite already transmuting the pain into heady pleasure and sending heat through your veins, all while kicking your heart into an even faster beat. Perhaps one of the best perks of the venom is that after that first dose settles in, the only part of the process left for you to feel is pleasure.

Even while you’re unable to help the way your hips roll into his own, and unable to ignore the feral, sinful moans vibrating against your chest as he suckles the wound he made and drinks from you, you manage to continue insulting him.

“You’re so stupid, why the hell did you avoid me for two weeks huh?” A moan breaks up your complaint as he swipes his tongue in broad movements over the bite, his hips snapping into yours and pressing you further into the door. The wood creaks, but neither of you pay it any mind. You can barely function around the incredible sensation of his cock grinding against you through layers of clothing. “All you did was send mixed messages and piss me off and, ngh fuck–“

He pulls back enough that you can see the flush in his face, the feral gleam in his eyes and the smear of blood over swollen lips. His brows are furrowed, but he’s too besotted by the taste of you to have as much heat behind his glare as he did previously.

“There are some things you can’t take back,” he grits out, tongue coming to clean the red from his lips. Your heart stutters, pulse thudding in your ears. “Especially for my kind. If I didn’t stay away, I probably would have ended up doing one of those things.”

Your core positively throbs with need, clenching around nothing. The extent to which you want him right now has you more irritable than usual. “Satoru, I wouldn’t have let you drink from me if I wasn’t interested in everything else it would entail—“

“You don’t understand,” Satoru groans, freeing a hand to rip at the material of your shirt. Clawed fingertips slice through with ease, taking out the bra straps underneath as well. He makes quick work of the band beneath your chest and the underwear is then torn from your form and thrown somewhere in the background. The material of your top remains, and he yanks it down below your aching breasts, watching with rapt attention as they bounce free heavily. Barely allowing you time to moan, he lifts you higher in his arms and dives down to drag his teeth over the swollen globes. He nips and nibbles across the sensitive skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you and an unbearable amount of desire that shoots straight between your legs. You can feel slick arousal trickling from your aching cunt with each new miniscule bite Satoru delivers, but honestly at this point you’re too horny to be embarrassed.

“I already want everything you can give me, and more.” He bites the inside of your breast and the flesh gives easily beneath the razor-sharp point of his fangs. One of his hands comes to grip the other side of your chest while he laps and sucks at the blood welling in the wound. Your nipples are painfully hard and you feel like you could cry in relief when his long, nimble fingers begin to deliver them some much-needed attention. “I want every single part of you and I don’t want to share. This is the way I am built. I can’t do this with you again and let you go afterwards. I want you to be mine.”

You probably shouldn’t find that as romantic as you do, but aren’t really in a position to psycho-analyse your response right now. It’s not all that surprising, either, since you recall someone mentioning to you before how strongly vampires bond with their partner when they finally make their choice. As it happens, his confession serves to not only make your heart soar but your pussy throb. You’ve been pining for this man for years, so even amongst the haze of lust clouding your mind you don’t have to think about how to respond to it.

This is, after all, the solution you were hoping for two weeks ago.

“I don’t want you to let me go, or take anything back. Please bite me again, mark me up–” You pause to gasp, Satoru having shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips. Your panties are gone a split-second later, likely discarded in the same manner as your bra, and the hand that was at your breast is now trailing your slit and gathering all the slick that has pooled there. His middle finger dips in, causing a stutter in your breath. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, snowy strands of hair tickling your cheeks as you do so. “And please, please fuck me, Satoru.”

Something snaps in him, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.

A feral snarl escapes him, a gravelly “fuck” the only warning you get before his teeth sink down just above your nipple, fangs retracting once blood wells to the surface, and he pulls both the wound and your stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking hard. There isn’t a single ounce of pain, only the white-hot pleasure that shoots to your clit and has you keening as a result, hands scrabbling for purchase along his broad shoulders. That free hand that was at your slit has made quick work of his pants and is now guiding his scalding member to slap against your clit, and then press against your entrance while you recover from the shock of pleasure.

You expected him to be well-endowed, and you’re not at all disappointed. Satoru’s cock is fat and long, and with one roll of his hips it spears right into you. There is no resistance, you’re far too aroused and wet for there to be any, but the feeling of being split open by such a monster quite literally knocks the breath out of you. You hardly recognise the noise that escapes you as one of your own, hands gripping the vampire’s hair and shoulder so tightly you’d be worried about hurting him if he was human. He isn’t, though, and without even noticing your grip continues drinking from you while latched to your breast, tongue pressing and rolling your aching nipple all the while.

A second is all you get to adjust to the foreign length inside you before Satoru rolls his hips back with a moan, the fat head of his cock dragging against your walls as he does so, and then slams it back in. He builds a rhythm immediately that is almost animalistic in its desperation and fervour, each thrust firm and hitting so deep inside that you honest to god think it has you seeing stars. Whines and moans tumble from your mouth, no longer able to be held back when the only thing your brain can comprehend is the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that burns and sparks along your limbs. He begins to hit a certain spot when he fucks up into your heat that has you clenching around him, slick gushing forth.

“FUCK.” He rips away from your chest to tilt his head back in a rough, stilted moan, his hands gripping and digging into the meat of your thighs where they melt into your ass. In the absence of his mouth, blood begins to dribble down the swell of your breast. His crystalline eyes are hazy and blown out in lust, brows drawn together and expression twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in pants. He is visibly barely holding it together, completely drunk on the taste and feel of you– and it simultaneously is the hottest and sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that.”

You oblige, relishing in the full-body shiver that tears through him in response. He bites your name out amidst a tortured groan, hands shifting to your hips. His mouth returns to clean up the mess he left on your breast, lips latching around your nipple to suck and pull once more, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the way he suddenly begins to lift you by the hips and drop you back down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Almost. You have to bite back a scream at how fucking good it feels, the pressure and pace and just how full you feel. You can feel yourself rapidly beginning to come undone.

With the combination of his venom’s aphrodisiac effects and the sheer amount of time you’ve spent longing for this, you don’t imagine you’re going to last much longer. If the unforgiving pace of Satoru’s hips is anything to go by, you estimate the same to be the case for him.

He groans into your chest, releasing your breast to bounce in time with his thrusts, the action accompanied by an almost audible pop, and shifts his hold to free a hand. The pressure of two fingers against your clit has you crying out, body jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure – your head whips down to find him already looking at you, gaze swinging from the juncture of your thighs to your eyes. Evidently pleased by the expression he finds on your face, he continues his circling of your clit and leans his head down to trail kisses from your already-healing chest, up the column of your throat, across the line of your jaw, until he finally arrives at your lips.

“Mine,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours in a feather-light caress. His baby-blue eyes are lidded heavily and almost dazed, coherent thought lost to the throes of pleasure and his most simple instincts. He nicks your lip at the same time as he angles a particularly wonderful thrust, the head of his cock hitting against that spot that makes you see stars and release a loud, wanton cry. “You’re all mine.”

You pull back to nod rapidly, unable to form words when all you can think – all you can feel – is the throbbing pleasure of his cock splitting you open with each heavy thrust. His head follows, lips seeking your own once more. The kiss is hot, and needy, and his oversized canines scrape your bottom lip more than once, and yet all you can do is return the fervour in between moans and whines. His hand is still at work between your legs, and you feel in your bones that you’re really not going to last much longer at this rate.

Satoru releases your mouth with a final nip, and moves his head to nestle it in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He groans, low and long, and the vibration turns to a shiver as it travels over your skin. His lips begin to move.

“Say it.”

You struggle to think let alone figure out what he wants, lost in the current of your rapidly approaching orgasm. His fingers pick up speed, aided by the generous amount of arousal still gushing from your pussy in between thrusts. It takes everything you have not to scream, your hips bucking.

“Say it,” he says again, an oddly uncertain note infiltrating his rumbling gasp. He utters your name while nosing at your throat and you feel yourself melt. “Please, say it.”

Realisation as to what he is looking for hits you at the same time as your orgasm. “Fuck! I’m– I’m yours, all yours! God, fuck—“

Satoru’s pace stutters, undone by your pussy clenching and throbbing around him in a fight to keep him inside, and it takes him a moment to recover before he begins to fuck into you again in earnest, movements growing sloppy and frantic but no less punishing. It all serves to prolong the wave of absolute bliss you’re riding in the wake of what has to be the strongest orgasm of your life. Those vampiric toxins are no joke.

You wind your arms around his neck, clutching him close and trying not to lose your mind as he fucks up into you, the drag of his cock against your walls somehow even more delicious than before. He mouths at your neck, hips beginning to stutter once more. You clench around him, and he breaks. There is barely enough time for a curse to escape his mouth before its clamping on your neck, teeth digging in deep— deeper than he’s ever bitten you before— and tingling heat spreading out from the puncture sites. He gives one, two, three final, dragging thrusts, body trembling and muscles taut, before his cock throbs and he buries it inside you, spilling into you with a deep, rumbling groan against your throat.

Soft, panting moans escape you as his hips continue to roll into you softly, riding out his orgasm, and you bite back a wanton groan as you feel his cum beginning to trickle out around his softening member. As soon as he comes back to his senses to a degree, he has the presence of mind to navigate the two of you to the bed before he loses strength in his legs, his mouth slipping from your neck after he laves his tongue over the wound to seal it. Unceremoniously, he drops the two of you against the mattress, but surprisingly keeps you snugly in his hold and his length still buried inside you. Ignoring how hot that is, you decide to view the action from a purely romantic light and nearly melt into the mattress.

Vaguely, you register the thumping club beats still booming beyond the confines of the room. Evidently the party was still ongoing.

“This wasn’t how I planned for today to go,” he admits, after a few beats of contented silence. He nuzzles his face to your chest, dragging his nose across your collarbone. “I was going to talk to you tomorrow morning.”

You snort; that’s likely.

“… This is how I planned for today to go, though.”

He huffs a laugh before pressing his lips together, clearly trying not to enable you further. He allows for another few moments to pass, and in that time you let your own eyes flutter closed.

“You can’t change your mind, by the way,” he says suddenly, tone odd. You open your eyes and turn to see his crystalline gaze directed to your neck, where the latest of his bite marks sits proudly. “I may have done one of those things I can’t take back.”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not as bad of a thing as he thinks it to be.

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[miss-cincaide]

Bad for Bussiness

Summary: Never in a million years did you think you’d hire a sex worker, especially not one from the red light district your touristy friend dragged you to. But when a man calls out to you with a ridiculously cheap price, your feet carry you towards his bright blue eyes and corny smile. 

Pairing: Prostitute! Gojo x Fem! Reader  Kinktober prompt 11: Prostitution   WC: 2K Warnings: 18+ content minors DNI. Includes sex work, Red light district, Oral (F! receiving), cursing  

“This is just sad”, you sighed, your eyes firmly planted on the cobblestones under your heel-clad feet, careful not to stumble on the uneven surface. The last thing you wanted to do was faceplant the ground in front of all the gawking tourists and the ‘sad’ yet sexy sex workers parading in the glass windows. “They are just standing there, being gawked at and trying to get themselves purchased like a slab of meat.”

“You do realize that not everyone is forced to do it, right? Most actually enjoy it- because who wouldn’t wanna cum on the job?” Your best friend huffed in a broken accent; her touristy nature shone right through and fit right in among the other non-locals- a fact that made you feel less awkward about being on this street. Especially with the way her eyes shamelessly wandered the different showcases, ghosting over the lingerie-clad women, lingering longer on the topless men and their obviously faked bulges. “It’s no different from any other job out there. In fact, this is the oldest job in history.” 

“It’s different. I don’t have to stand in stripper heels 9-5 hoping that some sleazy dude will decide I’m his type and do whatever to me to pay rent!” You kicked the ground in frustration. Your heel wobbled and you lost your footing but caught yourself on your friend's outstretched arm. You flashed her a grateful smile, and in the process, you caught sight of a head of white hair in the showcase opposite, surrounded by gawking and bargaining girls. “I mean, look at that!” 

Your friend turned on her heel so you both faced the little crowd gathered a little way away from you. A tall white-haired man with a goofy grin sat fully clothed on a chair and waved obnoxiously to the girls, ready to drop their panties for him. On his arm hung a dark-haired man, long hair pulled up in a bun with only a bang hanging loose and the kind of sweet smile that promised heaven and hell. 

“Oh my god, I’d give all my spending cash for an hour with that one!” Your friend declared and moved towards the pair. “Like that dark-haired guy, I can already tell he’s a freak in bed.” 

You groaned at her words in embarrassment- even in the Red Light District, it felt oddly off to be so bold about sex. Your blush mounted further as the man heard her and beckoned her closer with a long, slim finger. Just like that, the crowd parted and your friend walked up to the showcase; the man pulled her up and took her to the empty one beside the one he and the white-haired man stood in. The last thing you saw was your best friend's jittery laughter as the man closed the glass door, locked it, and shut the privacy curtain.   

You were left alone. Great. 

You sighed; a part of you was relieved that you didn’t have to walk further down the street, another part of you somewhat annoyed. God knew how long your friend would take- an hour, two hours, a night? You needed something to do, preferably away from this street.  

“Ojjjj-ojj you leavin’?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the man and his sultry look “ C’mon sweet cheeks, let's get to know each other better. 500 for the whole night?”

You felt the death stares from the rejected girls, combined with your own, the unmistakable flush of flattery and desire. 500 for a night was a huge discount; even if you hadn't found that sexy beast attractive, it was the type of sum that wouldn't even give you an hour's company, even with a shrink.

An unmistakable bait: an inciting offer. A too good to be true price that was bound to get you hooked- or leave you with broken bones if you rejected.

‘You don’t actually have to sleep with him’ you told yourself as your feet carried you to the front of the showcase where he stood with his hand outstretched in a dramatic pose, like one of those corny princes from fairy tales and picture books ‘That’s right. You two can sit and talk. You can ask all the questions you had about sex work and maybe vent a little about your life’ 

He didn’t wait for you to take his hand; he reached down to grab your wrist before he hosted you up like a paper doll. You were surprised to see that behind the partially closed curtain were actual wooden floors, a huge bed, a mini fridge, a desk, a closet and a bunch of posters. There was some quiet music playing in the background, but to your surprise, no sex or obnoxious sounds carried through the walls. It was like a normal room, set for the glass cabin- the shower- in the corner. There were posters all over the walls, lube and condoms on the bedside table and several obnoxious business cards with his face on them and the cursive ‘Gojo Satoru made you cum’. The card made you roll your eyes. 

Before you could comment on it, you heard him slide the glass door shut and click the lock into place. The outside commotion and the whining fangirls disappeared. You could see their lips moving, one even going as far as to knock on the glass. But you couldn’t hear it. 

“Soundproof, pretty neat ,right?” Gojo grinned as he bluntly ignored the girl on the opposite side of the glass. “And the curtain for extra privacy, unless, of course you’re into-” 

“-Close,d please!” you squealed, not missing the loud chuckle as he pulled it closed.

A beat of awkward silence passed; Gojo motioned for you to sit on the bed as he walked over to the mini-fridge. You saw him pull out two bottles of water. He passed you one and opened the second one, taking a large gulp. “So, pretty thing, how do you like to be pleasured?” 

“ I.. em.. Ehem” you stuttered, your attention focused on the ice-cold water; pointedly avoiding eye contact even as he crouched down in front of you. 

“Well?” Gojo wore a teasing smirk as he tilted his head up to look at you through long lashes. “Virgin? Ever cum on a guys tongue before?” 

You yelped, your face flushed and beat red. “No, and No.” You answered defensively, sipping the water to calm your heart. “I .. you know..  Best get off by myself.. Fingers.. And stuff” 

He enjoyed your suffering; you could see it in the ever-growing grin.

“Hmmm,” he sounded thoughtful before he set the water bottle down on the floor beside him, and his hands found their way to your knees. “It’s time we change that.” His voice was a sultry purr that made goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“C’mon pretty baby, spread those legs for me.” his hands moved up your knees, then back down, massaging the skin. “Just like that, don’t you worry, I’m going to take good care of you.” 

You gripped your water bottle a little tighter as you got comfortable on the bed, getting used to his touch that wondered the lengths of your legs. Not quite moving under your skirt, but close “ I don’t know..” you muttered with a bit of pout. “I just don’t know how good it’d be without foreplay.” 

Gojo choked back his laughter; long fingers ghosted under your skirt. “Reallyyy? And what’s foreplay for you, baby doll?” he trailed the lengths of your inner thigh, lingered there for a moment, brushed up over the edge of your panties, down the other leg. Ghosted just at the edge of your inner thigh, barely there, touch over your pussy and then back down your leg “ kisses? Dirty talk? Porn?” 

“No” you squeaked; your voice grew in pitch as a long finger trailed the outline of your pussy through your panties. 

“See, precious thing, foreplay is all about getting the mind going,” He pulled his hand back and tapped his head “ Get the head going, and the body follows; just imagine what it's like to have me touch you, sweet thing, right under your panties, nice and slow at first; cool fingers circling your clit then hot tongue moving inside you, then a bit faster, a touch harder-” He squeezed your thigh, “Come on Pretty girl you telling me that isn’t getting you wet?”

You opened your mouth to deny it; all that came out was a moan as hemade do with his words. A finger hooked on the edges of your tighty-whities pulled them down your legs. Your mind was aware of the slow movement you missed his other hand until his thumb rolled over your clit in lazy circles. 

A circle, two, another one, then he angled his wrist so his fingertips brushed lower. You spread your legs wider- as far as the panties would let you. 

“You’re catching on quick, pretty girl. That’s right, not gonna hurt you, just gonna make” He lowered his head closer “you– feel-real- good” Each word emphasized the swirl of his tongue over your clit.

“Mhh a little to the ri-ahh!” you felt him grin against your folds. 

Cocky, sexy self-assertive bastard. 

“Like that baby girl?” You glared down at him, at the self-satisfied grin on his face, the obvious smirk, the happy expression. “Come on sweet cheeks, use your words”

You wanted him to shut up. To put that damned tongue to good use. Fucking tease. 

Your hand let go of the bottle, which clattered to the floor and rolled to the side. You lost interest in it, your hands tangling in his hair and urging his head back between your legs. 

Gojo’s infuriating laughter echoed around the room before it was replaced with sloppy slurping sounds and your needy whines. Quiet at first before they grew louder, gasps, moans, whines. A final “Oh god” pushed you over the edge. Head thrown back, hands clutched his hair painfully hard, your body shook—every nerve-ending aware of his hot breath, circling fingers and flickered tongue. 

Your hands fell away from his hair, and your breathing labored. Eyes closed in embarrassment set over you. You felt him pull your underwear back up, patted your leg before shifted to the balls of his feet. “Thirsty?” He chirped, jumped up to his feet and moved back towards the fridge in the room a little pep in his step. 

In the meantime you gathered your little bit of dignity. Your shaky hands reached into your bag abandoned by the side of the bed, and to your wallet. 500 cash. You dropped it on the table and moved to stand up on shaky legs. 

“We aren’t done here, sweet girl” You gasped as he caught your wrist tugged you back into bed and you fell flat on your back. Gojo leaned over you, one hand still on your wrist, the other planted on the bed beside your head. “You paid for the whole night, ‘member? Letting customers leave is bad for business. So take the time you need to recover, drink water and then I’ll show you what other things a real man can do to you.” 

Author note: Well I had this one written up long ago and somehow I just realized I forgot to post it. yelp... well I hope you enjoy the read For more Kinktober fics and to sign up for future posts, check out this masterlist. ~ Raven

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NeXT on A Day in a Life—Dating Nanami Kento: A Love Story in Financial Planning Pt. 6 | Nanami x Reader

Months go by..

It happens on a random Tuesday.

You're curled up on the couch, half-asleep, watching some random documentary. Nanami is next to you, one arm draped over the back of the couch, scrolling through his phone like the world isn't completely peaceful right now.

The only sound is the TV droning in the background.

And then—without warning—Nanami shifts slightly, adjusting his position. His hand lands on your thigh.

Not in a sexy way. Not in a casual way. Just...there. Like it belongs. Like it's always belonged.

You blink, glancing at him. He doesn't even look up.

He's still reading something, completely focused, totally normal—except his thumb starts moving absently, rubbing slow, subconscious circles into your skin.

Your chest tightens.

It's such a small thing.

A tiny, thoughtless motion.

But it's everything.

Because this isn't new. It's not an intentional touch. It's just second nature to him now—like he doesn't even have to think about it. Like you're already his.

You bite your lip, watching him for a long moment, warmth creeping up your neck.

And then—because you can't help yourself—you hum, shifting slightly so his hand presses more firmly against you.

Nanami pauses.

His eyes flick to you, slow and knowing, and you swear you see a ghost of a smirk before he looks back at his phone.

But he doesn't move his hand.

Doesn't stop the slow, steady circles.

And in that moment, you realize—this man has already decided you were permanently his.

He just hasn't said it out loud yet.

Nanami, The Accidental Husband

One day, you'll wake up and realize you didn't just get a boyfriend. You got a husband. And you didn't even notice it happening.

He: 

Pays your bills 

Tells you when your taxes are due 

Remembers your dentist appointments 

Brings you coffee exactly how you like it 

Knows your social security number

And now you're just standing there, staring at him like:

"...Did we get married and I just missed it?"

Nanami doesn't even propose.

Weeks later, after he's been oddly quiet about 'future plans,' you’re both sitting at the kitchen table when he slides a fully paid mortgage agreement of the house he just purchased for the two of you across the table like it's a love letter.

At first, you don't process it.

You blink.

Look at the document.

Look at him.

Look back at the document.

Read it again.

Then flip to the second page—just to make sure this isn't some kind of lease renewal scam. Your eyes trail down to the second page, where two names are already printed—his and yours.

You turn the page again, looking for some kind of catch, but there isn't one.

Just a blank signature line.

You slowly look up at him, heart stuttering.

"Nanami... are we... getting married?"

He doesn't blink.

"It's a joint property ownership agreement."

And you're staring down at this document, eyes wide and heart beating, before slowly looking up at him once more.

Oh.

OH.

...So basically, yes.

You can see him starting to get nervous. He's actually tapping his fingers nervously on the table, and you realize this is the first time you've seen his composure drop. His glasses slide a bit, and his dark blond eyebrows pull together as his pale lips part.

"What do you think?" he asks, and your cheeks burn because this man did not prepare a speech.

He didn't need to. The very fact he felt nervous enough to tap the table gave away the fact that Nanami is scared that you will say no.

"Four bedrooms. Three and a half baths. Two stories."

Nanami exhales, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes like he's mentally bracing himself.

"A pool. A big backyard. More closet space than you'll ever need." He pauses, hesitates. "We can renovate, if you want. The schools are all national blue ribbon award winning schools. There's also a nice park nearby..."

He clears his throat. Then, softer—

"Do you like it?"

He lets out a frustrated exhale through his nose, and runs a hand over his face before turning back toward you.

He simply hands you a pen without a single word. And for the longest time, you're just blinking, before nodding. You press the pen to the line of the page. You sign your name in your handwriting right under his as the second owner. And when you look up to see him, he is biting down hard on his lower lip in the biggest effort not to smile like an idiot.

You set the pen down, staring at him as a smile creeps across your face, slow and warm. It's catching—he tries to fight it, but you catch the twitch at his cheek, the faintest pull of a half-smile softening his sharp edges. Your grin stretches wider and your chest feels tight with it.

You scoot the chair back, the scrape loud in the quiet, and climb into his lap. His breath hitches—just for a second—but you feel it against your cheek.

"Are we dating, or married now?" you ask, voice teasing but softer than you mean it to be. Nanami exhales through his nose, head tipping back against the wall like he's bracing himself.

"Perhaps. Does it matter? Legally, there are no tax benefits. All my assets are in a trust, but—" he starts, and you cut him off, burying your face in his shoulder. The scent of his cologne hits you, steady and familiar, and you're not sure if it's his words or his warmth making your eyes sting.

You feel his soft laugh shake his torso. You can sense his heart beating quickly as his strong arms wrap around your back. And for a moment, you smile because he cannot see you. You start to twist that simple band on your finger—the 'placeholder' from months ago, seemed more like an engagement ring in all but its name, grinning—he's halfway to husband already. Because apparently this man cannot function in a non-monogamous relationship.

"Can I call you hubby?"

There's a pause.

A long pause.

Nanami exhales slowly, like he's recalculating the stock market in his head.

Then—without making eye contact—

"...If it makes you happy." he mutters, a sigh slipping out like he's surrendering his soul. His ears flush pink, barely noticeable, and you swear his lips twitch again, caught between a grimace and a grin.

Oh.

OH.

He's embarrassed.

You can practically see the faint pink dusting his ears.

You grin. "Okay, hubby."

Nanami clears his throat. Adjusts his glasses.

Then immediately leaves the room.

"Wait come back," you run after him.

He doesn't move.

Doesn't speak.

Just leans against the doorframe, eyes slowly trailing over you.

Like he's reassessing his entire life.

And then, finally—after what feels like an eternity—

He exhales.

A soft, almost helpless smile tugs at his lips.

Then, before you can say anything else, he's closing the distance, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your lips. When his fingers slide into your hair and gently grasp the strands, he sighs happily into your mouth.

And when he pulls back his lips graze your cheek and he finally says "call me whatever you like," and it makes your toes curl in your socks because there is no better feeling than realizing the most stoic man you know will be tamed by the one he loves.

"And I suppose we can get that ring upgraded at some point," he murmurs, voice low and warm.

"Really," You barely manage to blink at him before he tilts your chin up, brushing a slow kiss against your jaw.

"Whenever you're ready, darling." the happiness is apparent in his voice, making your eyes water at just his words.

CONGRATULATIONS LADIES. NANAMI HAS JUST PROPOSED WITHOUT ACTUALLY PROPOSING.

AND HE THINKS HE'S BEING SMOOTH.

HE THINKS THIS IS JUST A CONVERSATION.

BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S ALREADY PICKED OUT THE DAMN RING.

SIR, JUST ADMIT YOU'RE MADLY IN LOVE.

YOU'RE MARRIED IN EVERYTHING BUT NAME.

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In case you missed Part 3, Part 4 & Part 5

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Next on Dating Nanami Kento: Do we get a wedding with Nanami adjusting his tie too perfectly and a honeymoon where he still packs a briefcase? Or straight to a married-life day with him handing you coffee at 6 a.m. sharp? Maybe both—I’m not sure yet, so stay tuned!

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[12:19 AM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

I figure, if I'm hitting a roadblock with WYE, I should write other things about Omi to hopefully get me over the roadblock? Lol, wishful thinking? Well, here's soulmate au Omi.

Warning: fluff; explicit smut (18+) this Omi is something else...

Note: It's late and I have nothing edited

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You sighed for the nth time looking at your soulmate who was sitting across the room from you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was engrossed in the video on his phone, oblivious to you shooting daggers at him. You weren’t sure if he was testing your patience or if he was just oblivious to your needs.

It has been nine months since you two have found one another. From time to time, you still find yourself chuckling at the unconventional way the two of you crossed paths. It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill soulmate origin story that most couples experience.

You crossed paths with Kiyoomi at the club the night of your birthday. He was the only person in the busy and lively club with a mask on. The first thing that crossed your mind when you locked your eyes with the emotionless and cold eyes was that he was in the wrong place with how awkward his body language was. You noticed the two vertical beauty marks on his forehead just right above his left eye and thought how odd it was for you to spot such a distinct feature at a distance.

Little did you know, he was in the right place that very moment.

After a few shots, the liquid courage kicked in and you wanted to go to the dance floor with your friends. As you made your way to the dance floor, something caught the corner of your eyes and you turned your head, locking eyes once again with the man earlier. This time, it was as if he had his eyes on you for some time.

Brushing it off, you hooked your arms with your friends, marching together to the dance floor.

You swayed your body to the beat of the music, letting yourself go. It has been years since you had last been to the club.

It wasn’t long before you felt a body behind you, and normally, you were aware enough to turn around and tell them off.

Just this one time, you decided to allow this person to dance with you.

Their hard chest pressed against your back as their hot breath fanned your ear, “may I dance with you?”

You turned your head, shouting loudly against the music, “sure!”

Their hand rests against your hip and you are aware of how large their hand is. You press yourself against their body, swaying your bodies together. They felt perfect against you, or you molded perfectly against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” they murmured into your ear, their teeth nipping your earlobe.

 You instantly became somewhat sober when you realized you were grinding into his crotch. You were about to take a step away from him when his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. Feeling all of him.

“Don’t, please,” he groaned, “you’ll leave me looking like a fool with a hard-on in the middle of the dance floor.”

You weren’t sure why you weren’t running for the hills, any other time, you would have found this creepy and a complete turnoff.

Instead, you continue to keep swaying with him, slower this time, with less pressure. Your hands reached up to touch him, one hand wrapped around behind his neck and the other into his hair. Oddly enough, you felt comfortable in the embrace of this person.

His face is buried into the junction of your neck and shoulder, you can feel his lips press against your skin.

His left hand trailed along the length of your left arm until it found your hand and brought it down so he could intertwine your fingers together. His hand was much larger than yours, your fingers naturally closed in and wrapped around his.

You gasped and moaned when an unknown tingle zapped through your entire body.

“Fuck… no way,” he groaned into your ear, “I knew it…” he chuckled.

His chuckle was so sexy you felt your panties damp instantly.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend, everything was attacking you at all angles. All you knew was that at this exact moment, everything felt right, complete, and whole.

You turned around, your hands still intertwined. You finally looked up at the stranger that had been dancing with you and your mouth dropped as you recognized the eyes, that were no longer expressionless or cold, but warm and burning with passion as they stared deep into yours. His whole face is revealed and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

The height difference between you two was drastic, he towered over you, your body pressed close against his.

“What is your name?” Even against the loud music, you heard just him.

“Y/l/n Y/f/n,” you whispered, “you?”

His lips curved into a breathtaking smile the moment he heard your name. You felt his joy and excitement, now understanding when you heard about soulmates being able to feel the emotions of their partners. “My name is Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

He slipped his left hand away from yours, your eyes immediately spotting your initials inked and glowing red on his pinky. The SK initials on your finger glowed just as brightly.

You two have been inseparable since that night.

Kiyoomi told you that he had fought tooth and nail to get out from going to the club but was dragged there by Bokuto and Miya. “For the first time, I’m actually thankful for them.” He kissed your knuckles, nipping your pinky finger that had his initials on it. “Otherwise, I would have not found you.”

“Did you have a clue at all that it could have been me?” You asked, reliving that night. You wondered if the moment your eyes met his as he entered the club was a sign, a connection between you both that was pulling you closer together.

“I saw you from across the room and knew, I just knew something was pulling me towards you and had to go to you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, something he did daily as if he needed to feel his mark against yours. “Make note that I would have never danced with anyone willingly, but the moment I spotted you, it was like you just knew. As soon as your body pressed against mine, I knew,” he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, “I knew you were the one when you filled the missing spot in my life at that moment.”

You nestle into his arms, realizing that ever since you met him, everything about him has become your purpose in life.

Before finding Omi, your family and friends who have found their pair were always lovey-dovey with one another, grossing you out.

Now, you understand it.  

Neither of you could keep your hands… or mouth off of each other.

But now, you wanted more.

Except, Kiyoomi hasn’t shown any interest in giving you more.

He always stopped at a heavy kiss. Always pulling away and tapping your nose that it was enough. You’ve felt his bulge before, and he hasn’t allowed you to help him take care of it, always telling you that he can take care of it himself.

At first, you thought maybe you were the one rushing him and respected his boundaries.

However, how much longer should you wait?

“Kiyoomi.” You took a seat next to him. He stopped his video and set his phone down, giving you his full attention. Your ears burned and knew they were probably red because of how anxious you were and from what you were about to ask him. “Do you…” you choked. You loved how Kiyoomi always made sure to give you eye contact, letting you know you had his undivided attention but it was moments like this that you felt so little under his gaze. “How come –“ you froze, blinking at him dumbfoundedly. “Never mind.”

You got up quickly but before you could even take a step away, strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you down until you were sitting on his lap.

He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, “tell me.”

You shook your head, face heating up with embarrassment.

His head lifted off your shoulder and you felt his hand gently grip your chin to turn so your eyes could meet, “tell me.” His tone was more authoritative, and you wanted nothing more than for him to use that tone on you for the rest of your life.

You exhaled, “do… not find me sexually attractive?”

His brows furrowed immediately as he exclaimed, “what?”

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you jerked your chin out of his grasp and looked away. You were beyond embarrassed.

As he always teases you, he chuckles because he knows you love the sound of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel his lips press against your jawline. “You have no idea, Y/n. I’m so fucken sexually attracted to you.”

You quickly glance at him and frown, “they why haven’t you touched me?”

One of his hands moves to touch your calve and slides upward underneath the skirt you wore. “And how do you want me to touch you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as his rough fingertips danced against your thigh and shifted to the inner side. Your brain was beginning to malfunction as you tried to comprehend his hand and his lips on your skin.

A shaky breath left your lips and you widen your legs before grabbing his hand that’s underneath your skirt and pressing his fingertips right to your covered pussy. “Here,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “Touch me here, Omi. Here.” It was his turn to blink at you dumbfoundedly. You pressed his fingers against your sensitive clit and a soft breath exhaled. You pressed your mouth to his and whispered, “I want your fingers inside of me.”

You lift yourself off his lap and stand before him, his hand frozen in mid-air. “Will you touch me, Omi?”

In the same authoritative tone moments ago, he ordered, “take your clothes off and straddle my lap.”

Your squeal couldn’t be contained as you quickly stripped off your shirt and skirt. Of all the days that it could have happened, it was the day you wore unmatching undergarments but you could have cared less at the moment, removing your black bra and red panties.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, sensing your hesitation. He patted his lap, “come here.”

You weren’t sure why suddenly you were hesitating, as if having second thoughts. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kiyoomi cocked his head to the side and grinned, “you’re naked in front of me and you’re now saying you don’t want to make me feel uncomfortable?” He leaned back against the couch and pressed a hand to his crotch, “do you see this?”

Your mouth watered at the sight of the outline of his cock against his joggers. “But why are you always taking care of it yourself… when you have me?”

Kiyoomi reached for your hand, “because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He pulled you until you straddled his thighs and rested both his hands on your hips, his thumb tracing along your hip bones. “I know that I won’t be able to control myself if I start,” he looked up at you with dark and dilated pupils. “If I have a taste, I will want to devour everything.”

You cup his face, brushing his curls away. “Well then, Bon Appetit.”

You’re lifted into the air and gasp when Kiyoomi carries you over his shoulder towards the bedroom. He dropped you onto your shared bed and began swiftly undressing.

Your jaw dropped the moment you saw his cock sprang free. “Oh…”

He attacks you without warning, lips pressed against yours before moving hungrily. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commanded and the moment your ankles locked around his waist and arms around his neck, an arm slips underneath your back and he lifts you effortlessly towards the middle of the bed.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against your mouth and lifts his head, he loosens your hold around his neck and stations your wrists beside your head before loosening your legs around his waist. He sits back on his heels and admires you. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

His eyes trail down your body before his hand playfully teases from your belly button down to your clit where he circles the sensitive bud with his thumb, slowly rubbing it in circles.

You inhale sharply, “please…” your hips rocking against his thumb.

His thumb releases the pressure on your clit and you whimper but it trails lower until you feel it slips inside of you. He thrusts his thumb in and out of your pussy before rotating his hand and two of his fingers replaced his thumb.

“Omi…” you moaned, “oh Omi… more…”

“I wanted to please you with my fingers as you wished for but…” he hand paused, “I don’t think I can wait any longer, Y/n.” He slipped his fingers out and wraps them around his cock. “I need to be inside of you now.”

You nod your head, widening your legs.

“But I don’t have any condoms,” he leans forward onto his other hand, “I want nothing more than to cum inside of you, Y/n. I don’t wait to waste any more of my cum on my hand or with tissue, I want it inside of you badly.”

Your arms reached out to him, “yes – yes cum inside of me.”

“You will risk getting pregnant? Having my baby?” God, you love his dirty talk. “You’ll let me breed you?”

“Yes! Yes, breed me, Omi.” You watched his cock glide against your folds before he pressed further. The intrusion was foreign as your body stretched to welcome his cock. “Oh God, Omi… Omi – wait…”

He groaned as he pushed until he was fully inside of you. “I waited long enough, Y/n…” his hips began moving at a steady pace. “Look at how well you’re taking me,” your eyes follow his, watching his cock piston in and out of you.

Kiyoomi grabs both your legs and presses your knees into your chest, “is this okay?” You nodded, as he shifted your legs so they were parallel with his body as he bends you nearly in half. His groan each time he thrusts inside of you was your second favorite thing next to his chuckle.

“Kiss me,” you begged, he pressed you further in half as his mouth connected with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips to tangle with yours.

Your lower tummy tingles before your orgasm tips over the edge. You moan against Kiyoomi’s mouth, nails digging into his arms as your pussy squeezes around his cock. His cock fills you twice more before you feel the odd sensation of hot fluid filling you inside.

Your jello legs collapse on the bed as Kiyoomi rests on his heels. His cock was still very much lodged inside of you, plugging you up with his cum.

He grabbed one of your legs and swung it over, shifting you onto your hands and knees. “That was only the appetizer.”

E/n: Gawd this man... okay back to WYE.

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@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

s/o with moles in their vulva, more specifically labia, they’re completely safe and non-cancerous, but they’re there

Shu Sakamaki

Shu’s response is lazy but surprisingly reassuring. When he notices the moles, he raises a brow, hums, then goes right back to what he was doing — touching, kissing, devouring — without missing a beat. “Doesn’t matter,” he mutters, dragging his fingers lazily along your thigh. “You’re mine. Every part.” He doesn’t care about ‘flaws’; he’s drawn to warmth, skin, closeness — your body’s uniqueness just makes you more captivating.

Reiji Sakamaki

Initially, Reiji pauses out of pure clinical curiosity. He adjusts his glasses and examines them closely, asking bluntly, “Are these benign?” Once you confirm they are, he nods, then leans in to kiss your inner thigh as though nothing happened. Reiji is the type to memorize everything about your body, down to the mole placements, like cataloging a rare artifact — not out of judgment, but reverence.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato’s too cocky to be thrown off. When he notices, he smirks and leans closer. “Oi, Chichinashi... you got cute little spots down here too?” He finds it oddly sexy, teasing you about it but never mockingly. It’s more of an “I noticed, and I like that I’m the one who sees it” moment. Ayato thrives on owning every part of you, imperfections included.

Kanato Sakamaki

Kanato might initially react with confusion or curiosity, poking one with a soft “What’s this?” before tilting his head like a doll. Once you explain they’re harmless, he shrugs, distracted by the sight of your body in general. He views you as his doll, and dolls have their unique markings. “I suppose they suit you... as long as you don’t change.”

Laito Sakamaki

Laito notices immediately, of course. He runs his tongue just around the area, chuckling lowly. “Mmm~ even your most secret parts are interesting, Bitch-chan.” He fetishizes everything — moles included. He might make cheeky jokes, but the way he touches you never changes. “Every inch of you is mine to love... and devour.”

Subaru Sakamaki

Subaru goes bright red when he notices. He’ll freeze, mumble something like, “Tch... did that hurt?” before you explain it’s safe. There’s a visible wave of relief before he grumbles, “It’s not like I care about that stuff anyway...” and buries his face in your neck. He’s gentle afterward, careful even, like he wants you to know you’re beautiful in all the ways you might fear you’re not.

Ruki Mukami

Ruki views your body like a text to be studied — and adored. He notices, brushes his fingers over them softly, and says in a low voice, “These are yours. A part of your story.” He’d find them fascinating, not visually — but in the sense that he sees them as markers of who you are. “Do not feel shame in what is natural. I certainly don’t.”

Kou Mukami

Kou's public idol smile falters into something more real when he sees them. “Nfu~ I guess even your downstairs has beauty marks.” He traces around them with a teasing, gentle touch, but there’s no real malice. If you showed discomfort, he’d get serious fast. “Hey... it’s cute. You’re cute. I like everything about my Kitten.” He’s affirming once you’re vulnerable — that’s when Kou’s at his best.

Yuma Mukami

Yuma snorts a laugh when he notices. “Hah? Little dots on your garden?” He’s blunt and gruff but not cruel. Once you explain, he just shrugs and keeps going, hands gripping your thighs tighter. “Doesn’t bother me, Sow. Hell, you’re still the tastiest thing I ever laid my eyes on.” He sees beauty in strength, uniqueness — you’re real, raw, and that turns him on.

Azusa Mukami

Azusa is the gentlest. When he sees them, he whispers, “Do they... hurt?” And once reassured, he kisses around them with aching tenderness. “They’re… like... small stars. Pretty…” He doesn’t view you as damaged — he sees your vulnerabilities as sacred. If you ever felt embarrassed, he’d be the one to worship those moles like they were proof of your survival, your softness.

Shin Tsukinami

Shin’s wolf instincts make him hyper-aware of your body. He notices immediately and stares — not out of disgust, but curiosity. “Huh. Didn’t expect that,” he says, tilting his head. Then he smirks and runs his tongue along your inner thigh. “Guess that makes this territory even more unique. I like it.” He might tease, but he’s proud to mark you as his — spots and all.

Carla Tsukinami

Carla raises a brow, regal and composed. “Unusual... yet captivating.” He sees everything through an ancient, aesthetic lens — and your moles are no different. He touches them like you’re made of porcelain. “This body of yours is sacred. I will not allow you to be ashamed of it.” He'd make sure you know, in words and in actions, that your body is flawless to him.

Kino

Kino acts dramatic at first — “Whoa, what are those?” — but it’s all a show. The moment you answer, he nods casually. “Pfft. Whatever. Still hot.” Then he goes back to being a cocky, playful menace, pressing kisses along your thighs like nothing changed. “Just more places for me to memorize, yeah?” He loves quirks. You’re even more his type now.

Richter Sakamaki

Richter is old-school suave. When he sees the moles, he brushes them with his thumb and hums, “Nature leaves its marks on even the finest works of art.” He’s not put off — he finds it erotic. He’s the type to make you feel like a goddess even in your most insecure moment. “You are flawless. And I will enjoy proving it to you... again and again.”

Karlheinz

Karlheinz sees all — nothing surprises him. When he finds the moles, he simply smiles knowingly. “Even divinity comes with small, earthly marks.” He finds it poetic, even spiritual. He kisses your hips reverently and praises every inch. “Perfection is not the absence of flaws, my dear... but the reverence with which they are embraced.” He’ll make you feel like your body is a divine mystery he alone is privileged to explore.

[monstress]

fave 2024 korean releases

IMPORTANT CAVEAT: I HAVE YET TO LISTEN TO 'AAA' BY HYUKOH x SUNSET ROLLERCOASTER! IT IS NOT ON THIS LIST! I AM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIMING! IT IS NOT TIME YET!

on to this year's list:

beautiful world - kimhwol

akin to its album cover, it's best to listen when you are out on a walk. kim hwol's voice cradles you like a beating fire, like a baby bird. while forest child might be the best song of the album, my favorite is the demo track of dear my love with its plinky piano which i find particularly delightful. sparse, basic, but each tracks soars.

yin - colde

i was hesitant to place this here since it's only 3 tracks long but considering it's on my top spotify wrapped, i felt it'd be bias not to give it a place of honor. the background adlib at 3:25 mark in I Color You is laced with cocaine. solid rnb singles, per usual. where is that offonoff album.

dudndudndudn - yujin kim

get on the ground floorrrr. kim yujin is a gorgeous jazz vocalist (listen to her past 2 albums if you haven't) and this EP is rich, bright and her voice is playful and unpretentious. the double track You Love Me / I Love You are so disgustingly cheesy it rounds back to being good. personal fave track is hit me back where it dipped its toe in shoegaze.

orange hour - joyce kwon

have your ever heard an album that is so technically perfect that you get mad? this is that album. i don't even know what else to say.

neom 0541 - BØJEONG

during my first time listening of Unreal, i had to pause and check out if they were a side project of the band The Solutions - they're not. it doesn't mean this release isn't an absolute barn-burner. a concept rock album of landing in a desolate new world, this EP's highlight is Unreal but i implore to stick around for the next track Hyenoid as it hits you with a solo that can melt your face clean right off. check out their latest EP kin as well.

angel interview - meaningful stone, swervy

the latest entry in this list, not even a month old as i am typing this. however, i had a sneaking suspicion this album is going to be an instant shoegaze classic (red car and i open the window instead of the closed door especially) the transition from garage rock esc to house track _()_ is insane.

are you watching at all? - min.a

while i can't say i am a fan of the current epidemic of particularly nasal tiktok singing that's hitting youngsters, min.a is an exception to the rule because she actually has the sauce. by that, her EP thoroughly impresses in its production that i am here for everything she releases from now on. while skipping stones has the play numbers, do not skip on sunshower and petty because they are so cleverly arranged that i don't wanna spoil it.

cool - hyelyn joo

this is a funnnn indie-pop EP with great earworms like Kiss! and Crazy. it's bubbly nature oddly reminds of Lee Jin Ah, albeit steers more safely to the pop side. it's a true crowd pleaser release and each track can be someone's favorite. no on asked but B-Yum is my tongue-in-cheek fave.

the world you live in - ashmute

let it be on the record that everytime they release, it's gonnaaaa be on this list. i prayed for an album from them and my prayers were answered this year. to top it all, it's good and STILL so underrated. Air and Saudade deliver their signature sad sexy bops but surprisingly HARUMADA comes out as the citypop track i didn't know i needed.

honorable mentions:

growing pains - ghost bookstore, miniseries 2 - sumin & slom, play with earth! 03 - wave to earth, "L" - the volunteers, PUMP - epik high, sphere - jooyoung, gimbap - george, entire i & and july - kim kak sung, overtime life - 8호실 peridot, the earth - mrch, bonfire - cifika

[ladyeckland28]

The Feet Of Hannah Tingle

A Comedy horror by Lady Eckland and Ms Darkwood

Pendleton & Sons: Where Souls Go To Staple

The fluorescent lights of Pendleton & Sons Document Solutions hummed a dirge for ambition. Grey cubicles stretched towards a perpetually overcast window, each containing a soul slowly dissolving into the beige monotony. In one such cubicle sat Charlotte Eckland, mouse hovering over a spreadsheet cell containing a number so meaningless it might as well have been ancient Sumerian. Her shoulders slumped, mirroring the wilting pot plant beside her monitor – a leaving gift from Brenda in Accounts two years ago, now clinging to life with grim determination.

To her left, Yin Darkwood was deep-diving into the internet's murky depths. Her screen wasn't filled with pivot tables, but with grainy JPEGs of supposed UFO sightings and forums debating the reptilian nature of the Royal Family. Yin wasn't just bored; she was existentially suspicious. Everything was a potential conspiracy, from the suspiciously uniform shape of digestive biscuits to the way pigeons always seemed to be watching.

Across the aisle, Glennis Riley nervously adjusted his spectacles, polishing the lenses for the third time that hour with a small microfiber cloth he kept in his top pocket. Glennis existed in a state of perpetual low-grade anxiety, amplified by Yin’s constant stream of paranoia. He was attempting to reconcile expense reports, occasionally sighing deeply and running a hand through his thinning hair. His desk was impeccably tidy, in stark contrast to the controlled chaos surrounding Yin.

Their lives were a triptych of drabness: lukewarm tea, printer jams, pointless meetings about synergy, and the crushing weight of another Wednesday (as it was today, April 2nd, 2025) that felt exactly like Tuesday, which felt exactly like Friday. Escape, as always, came through the glowing portals in their pockets and on their desks. YouTube was their preferred anaesthetic.

Charlotte, seeking distraction, typed random words into the search bar. "Soft..." "Cozy..." "Relaxing..." The algorithm, in its infinite and often disturbing wisdom, offered up a thumbnail that caught her eye: perfectly formed, immaculate bare feet resting on a plush velvet cushion. The channel title: Hannah's Sexy Feet.

Intrigued, slightly baffled, Charlotte clicked.

The video opened on the aforementioned feet. They were elegantly shaped, the toenails painted a demure rose pink. A voice, smooth as silk and undeniably feminine, began to speak. "Hello, my little foot fanciers," it purred. "Hannah here, ready to share a little slice of heaven with you."

The camera panned up slightly, showing Hannah Tingle from the shins down, lounging on what looked like an incredibly expensive chaise longue. She wore silk pyjamas. She picked up one foot, cradling it gently. "Feel how soft they are?" she whispered, stroking her own arch. "Like warm velvet. I moisturise them three times a day with my own special blend... organic shea butter, a hint of lavender, and... well, a girl's gotta have some secrets, hasn't she?"

Charlotte felt a strange warmth spread through her chest. It was oddly mesmerising. Hannah continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Imagine these tracing patterns on your skin... gently... teasingly." She flexed her toes. "Or perhaps," she brought her foot closer to the camera, tilting her head just out of shot, "you want to know what they smell like?" A delicate sniff. "Clean linen, a touch of rosewater... and something else. Something... intimate."

Charlotte swallowed, her mouse hand frozen. This was... unexpected. And undeniably doing something to her. Over the next few days, Pendleton & Sons faded further into the background. Charlotte devoured Hannah’s back catalogue. There were videos of Hannah walking barefoot on grass, wiggling her toes in sand, even suggestively crushing ripe berries underfoot. The comments section was a bizarre mix of breathless adoration and outright creepiness, but Charlotte found herself adding her own, anonymised appreciations. 'Amazing!' 'So beautiful!'

She started DMing the channel, expecting no reply. To her shock, 'Hannah' replied almost instantly. The messages started innocently, discussing foot care routines (Charlotte suddenly developed a keen interest), but quickly shifted. Hannah was flirtatious, complimentary, and seemed genuinely interested in Charlotte.

Hannah's Sexy Feet: 'Your comments always make me smile, lovely. You seem to truly appreciate the artistry 😉'

Char_Eck: 'They're just... captivating. You have a way of describing them.'

Hannah's Sexy Feet: 'Perhaps I could describe them to you in person sometime? 😉🦶'

Charlotte’s heart hammered against her ribs. A date? With Hannah Tingle? The foot goddess of YouTube?

"She asked me out," Charlotte breathed, staring at her phone during their designated fifteen-minute afternoon break.

Yin, who had been explaining how contrails were actually nano-particle delivery systems for mind-control agents, paused mid-sentence. "Who asked you out?"

"Hannah. You know, from that YouTube channel?"

Yin’s eyes narrowed. Glennis, who had been meticulously arranging his pens, dropped a ballpoint with a clatter. He bent to retrieve it, his face flushed.

"Hannah Tingle?" Yin hissed, leaning closer. "Charlotte, no! Have you not been listening to anything I've told you?"

"What are you talking about?" Charlotte frowned. "She's lovely. And very... descriptive."

"Descriptive?" Yin scoffed. "Charlotte, she's a prime candidate! Think about it! The perfect features, the weirdly specific obsession, the anonymity – she never shows her face! It's classic infiltration technique!"

"What infiltration?" Charlotte asked, exasperated. "She just really likes her feet!"

"Or," Yin lowered her voice dramatically, "they're not her feet. It's a disguise, Charlotte! There are forums dedicated to it. People think she's part of the Xylar Collective – bio-mimetic scouts sent to assess planetary weaknesses!"

Glennis, having retrieved his pen, nodded nervously, adjusting his tie. "They say they probe... sensitive areas, Yin! For weaknesses! Frightfully invasive, if you ask me!"

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Oh, for goodness sake. It's just a foot fetish channel! It's a bit weird, maybe, but she's not an alien!"

"How do you know?" Yin pressed. "Have you seen her face? Has she mentioned family? Does she ever talk about, I don't know, tax returns?"

"We mostly talk about feet," Charlotte admitted, flushing slightly.

"Exactly!" Yin slammed her hand on the desk, making Glennis jump and clutch his chest. "It's textbook diversion! Focusing on one insignificant detail to distract from the larger deception! Charlotte, promise me you won't go."

"I am going," Charlotte said firmly. "It's just drinks at The Soggy Otter. What's the worst that could happen? She tries to give me a foot massage?" A part of her wouldn't entirely mind that.

Yin looked desperate. "Okay, okay. Go on the date. Fine. But," she leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a terrifyingly practical sort of madness, "after the date... we grab her."

Charlotte stared. "You want to... kidnap her?"

"It's an intervention!" Yin insisted. "A citizen's investigation! We take her back to mine, restrain her – gently, obviously – and we get the truth out of her. For your own safety! And potentially, the safety of the planet!"

Glennis wrung his hands, forgetting his pen momentarily. "Oh dear. Kidnapping? Are you quite sure about the legal ramifications, Yin? It sounds awfully... actionable."

"It's fine, Glennis, it's for the greater good," Yin waved a dismissive hand. "Think of it as a... surprise wellness check. We just need to be sure she's not a Xylarian foot-probe."

Charlotte laughed, despite herself. "You're insane. Absolutely not."

But Yin was persistent. Over the next two days, she bombarded Charlotte with 'evidence': blurry photos allegedly showing strange reflections in Hannah’s toenails, audio analysis 'proving' her voice had subsonic frequencies common in reptilian species, complex diagrams linking foot-related YouTube channels to known alien abduction hotspots. Glennis added worried affirmations, forwarding articles about people who vanished after meeting strangers online, often muttering things like "One really can't be too careful these days."

By the time the date rolled around, Charlotte was still determined to go, but a sliver of doubt, nurtured by Yin’s relentless paranoia and Glennis’s fussy anxiety, had taken root. The kidnapping plan, initially ludicrous, now seemed... almost prudent? In a completely deranged way.

"Fine," Charlotte sighed, the night before the date. "We do it your way. After the date. If she seems even slightly weird... or tries to probe me with her toes... we bundle her into your car. But if she's normal, you owe me fifty quid and you have to stop talking about aliens for a month."

Yin grinned triumphantly. "Deal. Glennis, get the duct tape."

Glennis swallowed hard. "The... heavy-duty parcel tape from Stationery? Will that suffice?"

"It'll have to."

Ankles, Ales, and Abduction

The Soggy Otter was exactly as charming as its name suggested. Sticky tables, the faint aroma of stale beer and regret, and lighting dim enough to hide a multitude of sins, or perhaps, an alien disguise. Charlotte, wearing her best (and only) non-work blouse, nervously scanned the patrons.

Then she saw her. Seated in a corner booth, bathed in the amber glow of a faux-Victorian lamp, was Hannah Tingle. Or at least, the top half of her. And she was stunning. Flowing chestnut hair, high cheekbones, warm eyes, and a smile that could melt glaciers. She looked disarmingly, disappointingly normal. And human.

"Charlotte?" Hannah’s voice was even smoother in person, less breathy than on YouTube, but just as captivating.

"Hannah? Hi." Charlotte slid into the booth, her palms sweating. "You look... different from your videos."

Hannah laughed, a musical sound. "Well, you usually only see me from the shins down. I thought it best to bring the rest of me tonight." She gestured to her feet, tucked demurely under the table in elegant, low-heeled shoes. "Though they're here too, of course. Wouldn't want to disappoint."

Charlotte blushed. "Right. Of course."

The conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Hannah was witty, intelligent, and asked thoughtful questions about Charlotte’s life, managing to make even Pendleton & Sons sound vaguely interesting. She spoke of her 'online content creation' as a form of performance art, exploring themes of sensuality and intimacy in unexpected ways. There was no mention of Xylar Collectives or planetary weaknesses. She even complained about the unseasonably damp April weather in Nantwich.

Charlotte felt a wave of relief wash over her, quickly followed by annoyance at Yin. She was just a woman. A beautiful, charming woman with a foot fetish niche.

"So," Hannah leaned forward slightly, her eyes sparkling, "tell me, Charlotte. What is it about feet that fascinates you?"

Before Charlotte could formulate an answer that didn't sound completely mortifying, Hannah subtly slipped off one shoe beneath the table. Charlotte caught a glimpse of a perfectly pedicured bare foot resting on the worn carpet. Hannah’s toes gave a tiny, almost imperceptible wiggle.

"Is it the vulnerability?" Hannah mused, her voice dropping slightly. "The way they carry us through the world, yet are so often hidden? Or is it just... the shape? The softness?" Her foot brushed lightly against Charlotte’s ankle under the table.

Charlotte froze. It wasn't aggressive, wasn't probe-like, but it was definitely... intentional. And incredibly effective. That familiar warmth spread through her again, stronger this time. Okay, maybe she wasn't entirely normal. But alien?

They talked for another hour. Hannah was captivating. Charlotte found herself laughing, sharing stories, feeling more seen than she had in years. The foot under the table remained a tantalising, static presence against her leg. When Hannah suggested they get some air, Charlotte readily agreed, momentarily forgetting the ludicrous plan she’d half-heartedly signed up for.

Outside, the night air was cool. They stood awkwardly for a moment under a flickering streetlamp.

"I had a really lovely time, Charlotte," Hannah said softly.

"Me too," Charlotte replied, meaning it. All thoughts of conspiracies had evaporated.

Suddenly, a battered Vauxhall Corsa screeched to a halt beside them. The back doors flew open.

"Now!" Yin yelled from the driver's seat, her face grimly determined.

Glennis tumbled out of the passenger side, looking pale and flustered, clutching the roll of parcel tape as if it were a life raft. "Right then! Prepare for... intervention!" he announced, his voice cracking slightly.

"What the-?" Hannah started, turning in confusion.

Charlotte’s mind raced. Oh god, they're actually doing it. Part of her screamed No!, but the seed of doubt Yin had planted, combined with the sheer momentum of the situation (and maybe a tiny, traitorous flicker of curiosity) made her hesitate for a fatal second.

Glennis, despite his nervousness, made a surprisingly decisive, if awkward, move towards Hannah, holding the tape out. "No sudden moves, please!" Yin, abandoning the wheel, darted around and grabbed Hannah’s arms from behind.

"Get her in!" Yin grunted.

Hannah struggled, bewildered. "Charlotte? What is this? Who are these people?"

"It's... an intervention?" Charlotte stammered, feeling utterly ridiculous as she lamely helped Yin push a protesting Hannah towards the open car door. "A wellness check?"

"Get off me!" Hannah yelped, but she was surprisingly easy to manoeuvre. It was almost too easy. Between Yin's surprising strength and Glennis's slightly panicked attempts to assist ("Careful now! Watch the door frame!"), they bundled her into the back seat. Charlotte scrambled in after her. Glennis hurried back into the passenger seat, fumbling with the tape roll.

"Drive, Yin, drive!" Glennis urged, adjusting his skewed glasses as Yin slammed the driver's door shut and peeled away from the kerb, leaving The Soggy Otter and Charlotte’s dignity far behind.

In the back seat, Hannah stared at Charlotte, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. "Charlotte... why?"

Charlotte couldn't meet her gaze. "My friends... they think you're an alien." It sounded even more idiotic spoken aloud.

Hannah blinked. Then, unexpectedly, she started to laugh. It wasn't a panicked laugh, but a rich, rolling sound that filled the small car. "An alien? Is that what this is about? Because I like feet?"

Yin glanced in the rearview mirror, her expression unreadable. "We'll see who's laughing, 'Hannah Tingle'. We're taking you somewhere secure for questioning."

"Secure?" Glennis muttered nervously, trying to tear off a strip of tape with his teeth. "Yin, your flat security is hardly up to snuff. Remember that draft excluder incident?"

"It'll do, Glennis," Yin snapped. "Just... be ready with that tape."

Glennis looked doubtfully at the struggling YouTuber, then at the roll of stubborn parcel tape in his lap. This was not proceeding with optimal efficiency. Or maybe, Charlotte thought with a sinking feeling, it was going exactly according to Yin's insane plan.

The Unmasking in Flat 3B

Yin’s flat smelled faintly of damp, instant noodles, and paranoia. Conspiracy charts adorned the walls, connected by lengths of red wool. A haphazard pile of books – The Reptilian Elite, Chariots of the Gods?, Is Your Cat a Government Drone? – teetered on a coffee table. It was the perfect place for an interrogation, provided the suspect didn't mind questionable hygiene and the overwhelming sense that the truth was not only out there, but probably hiding behind the sofa cushions.

They’d manhandled Hannah onto a sturdy dining chair Yin had dragged into the centre of the living room. Glennis, after several flustered attempts involving getting tape stuck to his fingers and complaining about the lack of a proper dispenser, had managed to secure Hannah’s wrists and ankles to the chair legs with several wraps of the brown parcel tape. It looked less like restraint and more like the chair had been badly packaged for shipping. Hannah, surprisingly, hadn't fought much after the initial shock, instead watching them with an unnerving mixture of amusement and curiosity.

Charlotte hovered awkwardly by the doorway, feeling like a prize idiot. "Look, Hannah, I am so sorry about this. They're... enthusiastic."

Hannah raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Enthusiastic? Charlotte, they abducted me based on a foot fetish and some internet rumours." She tested her bonds slightly. They held, but didn't look particularly robust.

Yin planted herself in front of the chair, adopting what she clearly thought was an intimidating interrogator stance. It mostly made her look like she needed the loo. "Alright, 'Hannah Tingle', or whatever your designation is. The game's up. We know what you are."

Hannah sighed dramatically. "Do you? Because right now, I feel like a slightly bewildered YouTuber trussed up in a flat that smells like conspiracy theories and despair. What exactly do you think I am?"

"A Xylarian!" Yin declared. "A bio-mimetic scout! Sent here to assess vulnerabilities via... podiatric manipulation!"

Hannah blinked. "Podiatric manipulation?" She looked down at her bound feet, still clad in their elegant shoes. "You think I'm trying to take over the world... with my feet?"

"It's a viable infiltration strategy!" Yin insisted. "Lulling targets into a false sense of security through sensual distraction!"

Glennis nodded quickly from beside Yin, nervously clearing his throat. "They say you find the ticklish spots! To map our nervous systems! Most irregular!"

Hannah threw her head back and laughed again, that same rich, rolling sound. "Oh, this is priceless. You genuinely believe this."

"Stop trying to distract us with your human-like mirth!" Yin snapped. "Confess! What is your mission? Who sent you? And are those feet even real?"

Hannah stopped laughing, her expression shifting. A strange stillness came over her. She looked from Yin to Glennis, then her gaze settled on Charlotte, holding it intently. The amusement was gone, replaced by something calculating, ancient, and utterly unreadable. The air in the room grew heavy.

"You want the truth?" Hannah asked, her voice losing some of its silken quality, becoming flatter, more resonant.

Yin leaned forward eagerly. "Yes! Finally!"

"You're right," Hannah said calmly. "I'm not Hannah Tingle. That's just a construct. A... convenient vessel."

Glennis gasped audibly, taking a step back. "Good heavens!" Charlotte felt a cold dread mixed with a perverse thrill. Yin was right?

"And my mission?" Hannah continued, her eyes still locked on Charlotte. "Observation. Assessment. Earth is... fascinating. So messy. So emotional. So easily... tickled." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. It wasn't Hannah's smile anymore.

"And the feet?" Yin demanded. "Are they part of the disguise?"

"The feet," Hannah said, a strange reverence entering her tone. "The feet are exquisite, aren't they? Such complex structures. So sensitive. Humans hide them away, treat them as mundane, even ugly. But they hold so many secrets, so much potential for... interaction." She flexed her toes within her shoes. Charlotte could almost feel it.

"Interaction?" Charlotte whispered, finding her voice.

Hannah's gaze softened slightly as it rested on Charlotte. "Intimacy. Sensation. Your species craves connection, touch. You focus on hands, lips... but you neglect the foundations. The parts that ground you." She paused. "Some of us appreciate them more."

Yin was practically vibrating with vindication. "I knew it! Xylarian foot probe!"

"Not Xylarian," Hannah corrected, sounding almost bored. "That's such a primitive designation. We don't have... names, like you do. We simply are." She looked back at Charlotte. "You were drawn to the 'artistry', Charlotte. You sensed something beyond the superficial."

Charlotte felt confused, scared, and strangely flattered. "What... what are you, then?"

Hannah surveyed the room, the cheap furniture, the conspiracy charts, the two humans gripped by fear and confusion, and the one utterly bewildered one. "We are explorers of sensation. Cartographers of nerve endings." A low, rhythmic clicking sound started emanating from her throat, almost like a purr, but deeper, more mechanical. "You want to see? You seem... more open than your companions." She nodded towards her own neck. "There's a seam. Just under the jawline. Very fine. Part of the bio-mimetic layering."

Yin recoiled. Glennis made a small noise of distress. "Don't touch it!" Yin hissed. "It could be a defence mechanism! Corrosive substance! Paralytic agent!"

But Hannah was looking only at Charlotte, an invitation in her unnervingly calm eyes. "Go on, Charlotte. You started this. You deserve to see what you brought into your life. What you felt a connection with."

Charlotte’s heart was pounding. Every rational thought screamed 'Run!'. Yin was right. This thing wasn't human. But another part of her, the part that had been mesmerised by the videos, the part that felt a bizarre connection to this creature, was undeniably curious. Was this the ultimate intimacy Hannah had hinted at? Seeing beneath the surface?

Slowly, hesitantly, she approached the chair. Yin and Glennis watched, frozen. Glennis looked like he might faint. Hannah remained perfectly still, only the soft clicking sound continuing. Charlotte reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against the cool, smooth skin of Hannah's neck.

And there it was. A faint, almost invisible line, tracing the curve of the jaw. A seam. It felt... artificial. Like the edge of a very sophisticated mask.

"Go on," Hannah (or whatever it was) urged, the clicking becoming slightly louder.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte hooked her fingernail under the edge. It peeled back with disturbing ease, like cheap wallpaper. Underneath wasn't flesh, but something else entirely. Pale, faintly luminous, and textured like... like smooth, damp rubber.

She pulled gently. More of the 'Hannah' skin peeled away, revealing the structure beneath. It wasn't horrifying in a gory way. It was horrifying in its utter wrongness. Too many slight, subtle curves where angles should be, a faint bioluminescence pulsing beneath the surface.

"Keep going," the creature clicked, its voice now distorted, deeper, multitimbral.

Charlotte pulled harder. The mask came away from the cheek, the nose, revealing... more. No recognisable features, just shifting, pale, rubbery flesh. And then she reached the eyes. The warm, human eyes detached with the mask, leaving behind... multifaceted, insectoid orbs, glistening blackly in the dim light.

Glennis made a choked, gagging sound and stumbled backwards, tripping over Yin’s pile of conspiracy books and landing hard on his backside. "Merciful heavens!" Yin scrambled backwards, tripping over a pile of UFO magazines.

Charlotte, holding the eerily lifelike 'Hannah' face in her hand, stared at the thing strapped to the chair. It wasn't humanoid at all beneath the neck. The torso seemed segmented, and what she had assumed were legs under the silk pyjamas... weren't. They were thinner, multi-jointed appendages, ending not in feet, but in clusters of fine, feathery tendrils that twitched slightly. And there were too many of them. Six, at least. Maybe eight.

The clicking intensified, morphing into a series of low, guttural chuckles that seemed to vibrate in Charlotte's bones. The creature flexed. The brown parcel tape, designed for cardboard boxes, not extraterrestrial explorers of sensation, strained audibly.

"You wanted to know," the creature rasped, its multifaceted eyes fixing on Charlotte. "You wanted... intimacy."

Rip. One of the wrist restraints gave way with the sound of tearing paper.

"Now," it chuckled, the sound wet and horrid. "Let's explore... your sensitive areas."

Rip. Rip. The other wrist tape tore. Then the ankles. The tendril-tipped appendages unfolded, stretching out with unnerving speed.

The Alien Tickle Monster was free.

The Tickle Chase

Panic erupted in the small flat. Glennis, still on the floor, scrambled backwards crab-style, yelling "Get away! Unhand me, you... you... tickling fiend!" Yin fumbled behind the sofa, searching for a weapon – her hand closed around a sturdy umbrella. Charlotte dropped the 'Hannah' mask, which landed face-up on the carpet, its empty eyes staring accusingly.

The creature unfolded itself from the dining chair, rising to its full, unsettling height. It was vaguely insectoid, vaguely cephalopod-like, all pale, rubbery flesh, segmented limbs, and those terrible, feathery tendrils that quivered with anticipation. It wasn't massive, maybe five and a half feet tall, but its proportions were all wrong, making it seem both fragile and deeply threatening. The clicking chuckle intensified.

"Run!" Charlotte shrieked, finally snapping out of her horrified trance.

She scrambled for the door, grabbing Glennis by the arm and hauling him unceremoniously to his feet. Yin, brandishing the umbrella like a sword, yelled, "Back, foul creature!" before realising the sheer inadequacy of her weapon and promptly turning to flee as well.

The creature moved with startling speed, its multiple limbs skittering across the floor in a way that defied normal locomotion. It wasn't chasing them aggressively, more... playfully? Its tendrils reached out, brushing against the fleeing Glennis's leg as he stumbled towards the door.

Glennis let out a noise that was half-yelp, half-giggle. "No! Stop it! Ghastly! It tickles!" He stumbled, nearly falling again, a bizarre mixture of terror and helpless laughter contorting his face as Charlotte dragged him out into the communal hallway.

"Leave it!" Yin yelled, slamming the flat door shut. They could hear frantic, multi-limbed scratching and that awful clicking chuckle from the other side.

"We can't just leave it in there!" Charlotte gasped, propping Glennis against the wall as he tried to catch his breath between horrified giggles. "Mrs. Higgins!"

"Mrs. Higgins thinks the council uses fluoride to control squirrels! She'll cope!" Yin retorted, fumbling with her keys to lock the door, which seemed utterly futile. "Stairs! Now!"

They clattered down the echoing concrete steps of the apartment block, Glennis still emitting choked giggles and gasps of "Intolerable!" and "My nerves!". The door to Yin's flat burst open above them with a crack of splintering wood. The skittering sound pursued them.

They burst out onto the street, into the relative normality of a Wednesday night in Nantwich. A few late-night dog walkers and pub-goers stared as two terrified women and one utterly flustered, giggling man sprinted past.

"Where are we going?" Glennis panted, straightening his hopelessly skewed tie even as he ran.

"Anywhere but here!" Yin gasped.

The skittering sound was closer now. Charlotte risked a glance back. The creature was loping down the street after them, its pale form almost glowing under the orange streetlights. Its feathery tendrils waved gently in the air. It looked utterly absurd, yet terrifyingly relentless.

"Split up?" Charlotte suggested breathlessly.

"No! Stick together!" Yin countermanded. "Safety protocols dictate concentration against single anomalous entities!"

They veered sharply down a narrow alleyway smelling of bins and damp brickwork, hoping to break line of sight. They emerged onto the deserted High Street. Shops were shuttered, the only signs of life the flickering neon of a takeaway kebab shop at the far end.

"The Kebab Krazy!" Yin wheezed. "Civilians! Potential witnesses! Or distractions!"

They pounded down the pavement. The skittering was right behind them. Charlotte could almost feel the feathery brush of tendrils on the back of her neck. She risked another look. The creature paused, tilting its multifaceted head, and seemed to sniff the air. It focused on a discarded political leaflet plastered to a bus stop. It reached out a tendril and gently... tickled the photograph of a local councillor. A low chuckle echoed in the night.

"It's distracted!" Charlotte hissed. "Keep going!"

They burst into the Kebab Krazy, nearly colliding with a large man attempting to balance a tray of cheesy chips and a can of dandelion and burdock. The smell of roasting meat and chili sauce filled the air. Two bored-looking teenagers manned the counter.

"Help! Alien! Dreadful tickling creature!" Glennis gasped, collapsing onto a plastic orange chair and fanning himself with his hand, finally managing to suppress the giggles into ragged breaths.

The teenagers exchanged unimpressed glances. The man with the cheesy chips slowly edged away.

"Alright mate, bit early for that isn't it?" one of the teenagers asked laconically, wiping down the counter.

"No! It's real!" Yin insisted, pointing wildly towards the door. "Pale! Far too many limbs! Armed with tickling tendrils!"

Just then, the creature appeared in the doorway. It paused, its black eyes sweeping over the scene – the greasy counter, the rotating elephant leg of meat, the bewildered humans. It seemed momentarily confused by the bright lights and the smell of garlic mayo.

The man with the cheesy chips dropped his tray with a clatter. The teenagers’ jaws dropped.

The creature took a hesitant step inside. Its tendrils twitched. It focused on the dropped cheesy chips, lying sadly on the linoleum. It extended a tendril and poked curiously at a cheese-coated chip.

"Oi! Get out!" yelled the braver of the two teenagers, grabbing a long metal tongs. "No weirdos! We've got hygiene ratings to think about!"

The creature retracted its tendril from the chip, seemingly offended. It emitted a series of high-pitched clicks and turned its attention to the teenager. Its tendrils quivered menacingly.

"Don't provoke it!" Charlotte yelled. "It... it tickles!"

The teenager looked utterly confused. "It tickles?"

Before anyone could react further, the creature scuttled sideways, its limbs moving with that unnerving speed. It didn't go for the teenager, but instead darted towards the giant rotating spit of doner meat. With surprising dexterity, several of its tendril-tipped appendages wrapped around the warm, greasy cylinder.

And it started... tickling the kebab.

A series of rapid, feathery strokes danced across the surface of the meat. The creature emitted a low, continuous chuckle, its multifaceted eyes gleaming with what looked like intense concentration, or perhaps, pleasure.

Everyone in the shop stared, utterly dumbfounded. The alien tickle monster, the explorer of sensation, the cartographer of nerve endings, was currently engrossed in giving a doner kebab the tickling of its life.

Yin slowly lowered the umbrella she hadn't realised she was still clutching. Glennis, mouth agape, simply stared, his earlier panic replaced by sheer, uncomprehending astonishment. Charlotte just watched, her mind struggling to process the sheer, unadulterated weirdness of the scene.

The creature seemed entirely absorbed in its task, clicking and chuckling as it meticulously tickled the rotating meat.

"Right," said the teenager, slowly lowering his tongs. "Okay. That's... not standard."

Yin nudged Charlotte. "Now's our chance. While it's... communing with the processed lamb."

Slowly, carefully, they backed out of the Kebab Krazy, leaving the alien to its intimate moment with the doner. They didn't run this time, but walked briskly, casting nervous glances over their shoulders. The skittering sound didn't follow. The last they saw of the creature, it was still diligently tickling the kebab, seemingly lost in a world of greasy, meaty sensation.

The Aftermath

They finally stopped several streets away, leaning against the cold brick wall of the closed Nantwich Museum, chests heaving, minds reeling. Glennis was smoothing down his trousers and muttering about needing a stiff drink, Yin looked strangely exhilarated, and Charlotte felt a confusing mix of terror, adrenaline, and profound embarrassment.

"See?" Yin finally panted, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. "I told you! Alien! Though," she frowned, "the kebab affinity wasn't covered in any of the literature."

"It... it tickled the meat," Glennis said, sounding deeply disturbed. "The sheer impropriety! Why would it do such a thing?"

"Maybe it's assessing the texture for colonization suitability?" Yin mused. "Or perhaps it's just really, really weird."

Charlotte just shook her head, leaning it back against the bricks. "Hannah's Sexy Feet... was an alien tickle monster." She started to laugh, a slightly hysterical sound. "It wanted intimacy... with seasoned meat on a stick."

The absurdity washed over them. They looked at each other – three ordinary office workers who had just kidnapped (sort of), unmasked, and been chased through Nantwich by an extraterrestrial being obsessed with feet and tickling.

"So," Glennis asked, adjusting his glasses meticulously, "what is the protocol now? Do we inform the authorities? The parish council?"

Yin shrugged, straightening her jacket. "Go home, I suppose. Lock the doors. Perhaps invest in some feather dusters for defence? And definitely avoid the Kebab Krazy for a while."

"And work tomorrow?" Charlotte asked faintly. Pendleton & Sons seemed like a different universe now.

"Well," Yin considered, "we can hardly tell Mr. Henderson our P45 reconciliation is delayed due to an encounter with an intergalactic entity with boundary issues regarding kebabs, can we?"

They stood in silence for a moment, the strange events of the night settling around them like bizarre, unwanted fog. Charlotte thought of the 'Hannah' mask lying discarded on Yin's floor. She thought of the creature's unsettling chuckle, the skittering limbs, the feathery tendrils. And weirdly, she thought of those perfectly pedicured feet on YouTube.

"You know," Charlotte said slowly, "part of me still thinks those were really nice feet."

Yin rolled her eyes. Glennis just shuddered. "I think I need that cup of tea now. Very strong. Possibly with a biscuit."

The walk back to their respective homes was quiet, punctuated only by the distant chime of St Mary's Church clock and the lingering smell of doner meat that seemed to follow them through the damp April night. Their drab lives had just taken a sharp left turn into the utterly surreal, and somehow, the prospect of facing those grey cubicles tomorrow felt even more ludicrous than being chased by an alien tickle monster.

[torturedfolkloredepartment]

(Author not: I’m bored and going through my old wip/ short story stuff and found this so i hope ya’ll enjoy!)

(Tw: none)

Ship: Hannigram

Tags: slight angst, hopeful ending, enemies to possible lovers

“I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you”

**Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?**

Will wasn’t sure why he felt like this, why whenever he looked at Hannibal his stomach always felt like it was on fire and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up but all he knew he didn’t necessarily like it.

**Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?**

Here he was back at another session in that stupid chair, he hated when people picked at his brain, he didn’t want others seeing what was in his mind. But oddly enough he didn’t mind if Hannibal saw what was going on in his head “you seem distracted Will” Hannibal said staring at Will and knocking Him out of his Thinking or more like overthinking.

Will shook his head and nodded nervously “fine Hannibal still having nightmares “ Will said as he stared back into those bright Maroon eyes and he could feel his stomach light up again with that same burning feeling.”why don’t you tell me about it”

**Watchin', hidden in plain sight

Ooh, I try, I try, I try

But it takes over my life

I see you everywhere

The sweetest torture one could bear**

Will was watching as Hannibal interacted with people, he was ….a natural like he could keep everyone who he talked to interested in the conversation and Will found it quite entertaining honestly how everyone looked at Hannibal like he was an angel that you just had to talk to and look at.

Then everything stopped and Will wished to leave, but he couldn’t just leave because of Hannibal talking to another man, even if that man was a person Will despised more than anything in the world . Antony was his name and Hannibal and him had been friends for awhile and Will couldn’t stand him, he was always so touchy and close to Hannibal and Will couldn’t stand it, but Will didn’t understand why it bothered him so much, it wasn’t like him and Hannibal were dating and Hannibal was a grown man he could talk to anyone he liked.

But it still bothered Will nonetheless, was it because Antony was everything Will wasn’t, Funny, charming, charismatic everything that would fit Hannibal perfectly. That burning feeling went away leaving a cold feeling in Will heart, he suddenly wanted to Leave and that’s what he did, he went to find Alana “hey I’m gonna head out gotta get back to the dogs” Alana was to caught up in something Margot was saying to hear Will but she nodded saying a quick bye to him. Unlike Will who never said bye to Hannibal who had spent the rest of the night looking for Will , but could never find him.

**Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin

Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate

Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?**

Since the party and Will's rude exit he hasn’t been to one of his and Hannibal sessions in a while, and it was starting to way on him, everyone could tell even jack but Will ignored it and continued with life trying to not think of Hannibal, but he was losing his mind trying not to. When Will didn’t show up for another session Hannibal called him , it was late around eight o’clock when Will heard his phone ring and he answered it.

“ hello” Will said as he heard the soft breathing over the phone “ hello Will I’m calling to see if you were going to make it this week for one of our sessions seeing how you’ve missed the last few, jack has informed me you’ve been busy , so i will let you not showing up or canceling slide this time but I need to know if you are going to make it this time “ When Will heard Hannibal's accented voice that burning feeling came back and his throat got dry “uh…i probably won’t make it this week Hannibal I’m sorry “ Will said with a bit of a shaky voice trying to hide the nervousness.

**Ooh, I care, I care, I care

Like ribbons in your hair

My stomach's all in knots

You got the one thing that I want**

He heard Hannibal sigh and Will felt bad “ are you feeling alright will” Hannibal asked and Will swallowed nervously “ everything fine just haven’t been sleeping Well” He said still trying to hide the shakiness in his voice and Hannibal sighed again “ Alright well i hope to see you next time have a wonderful night Will” Hannibal said causing the burning feeling to burn even more “ you to Hannibal “ Will said before hanging up.

**Ooh, I try, I try, I try

Try to rationalize

People are people

But it's like you're made of angel dust**

Will knew he couldn’t keep ignoring Hannibal but he would damn Well try, he hadn’t been to a session in a month and it was kinda starting to get to him, he was having more nightmares and he couldn’t stop thinking of Hannibal everything was Hannibal and it was waying on him even more than he noticed “Will!” Jack said, pulling Him out of his thoughts “ sorry what?” Will said and Jack sighed “ I said why did Alana and Hannibal both call me saying you’re not going to your sessions with Hannibal you know the rules Will, do you wanna get fired?” Jack said sternly and Will shook his head. He knew Jack needed him but he also knew that Jack would fire him if he didn’t go see Hannibal.

Will sighed “ no, I’ve just been busy with cases and stuff, my mind never sleeps you know that.”

Jack shook his head putting a hand on Will shoulder “ just promise me you’ll start going back, I need you here and clear headed “ Jack said and Will nodded, finding it kinda funny he never was clear headed. But he knew if he didn’t go back Jack would hound him till he did and Will nodded “ i will i promise “

**Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately**

There Will was in Hannibal's waiting room waiting for Hannibal to finish his session with his last patient before Will. While He sat there he decided to come up with a plan, he was finally gonna tell Hannibal, he was gonna finally tell Hannibal how much he hated him, how much he loathed him, how much he hated his perfect hair and soothing voice and beautiful eyes, he was finally going to tell Hannibal….He loved him.

**And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you**

[bruh-2004]

ONE OF THE GIRLS - KIM JUNGSU

{ inspirational music }

SYNOPSIS: You and Jungsu are roommates, you two get along well but Jungsu always took girls to your apartment and spent nights with them, but little did he know that you also wanted to be one of his girls for a night...

WARNINGS: masturbation, dirty talk, explicit mentions.

You were lying on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you lived with Jungsu, you study at the same university and class, you are close friends and decided to live together to save costs. It was late at night when Jungsu arrived at the apartment, he was returning from a party and seemed in a good mood as usual, you sat on the sofa when you heard the noise coming from the door and looked in the direction seeing him enter and lock the door, When their eyes met you felt that recurring butterflies in your stomach.

"Oh, Y/N? Are you still awake?" - Jungsu asked as he approached you, stopping near the sofa and looking at you carefully, as always being soft and gentle with you.

"Hi, Jun… Yes, I'm sleepless so I decided to watch the series… How was the party?" - You asked in your usual natural voice, disguising what you felt when you were in his presence.

"I see… Ah, the party was really cool! But… Today I enjoyed it more with my friends, you know? I didn't hang out with girls, oddly enough, that's why I didn't come with someone to the apartment either." - He says, sighing and shrugging his shoulders a little in a relaxed manner, then he looks at you and decides to play a little joke. "Well, you won't have to worry about hearing noises tonight, so you can sleep peacefully!"

The two of you ended up laughing about it and you nodded, in a way knowing that he hadn't been with any girl tonight made you more relieved, little did he know that the only noises you wanted to hear tonight were the two of you together. The conversation between you lasted a few more minutes until you decided to go to sleep since it was late, you said good night to each other and each one went into your room even though deep down you wanted to be able to spend the rest of the night awake and fucking with him, but her courage was still not enough to tell him about it.

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It was exactly 2 am now, your breathing was labored and you bit your lip trying not to moan loudly as you masturbated completely naked in your bed while thinking about the beautiful black-haired boy who slept in the next room, you even tried to sleep and stop think about it… But it was much stronger than you.

At that same moment Jungsu had woken up and gone to drink water in the kitchen, when he was returning to his room and passed in front of his door he ended up hearing some noises and even his name being called softly, he even tried to ignore his curiosity. It was bigger and he got closer, opening the door a crack and being surprised by what he saw, he couldn't even imagine that you thought of him like that… But he couldn't deny that the image of you naked in bed, masturbating while calling for him it was extremely sexy and exciting.

The boy couldn't resist any longer and decided he would help you with this, after all he was also attracted to you and he never told you for fear of ruining the friendship, especially because you lived together. He sighed deeply and opened the door to your room completely, entering and catching your attention, making you jump and quickly try to hide.

"J-Jungsu!? What… What are you doing here? What did you see…? Oh, my God…" - His voice was low and halted, his body trembling due to the prevented apex and his cheeks hot with shame.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you thought of me like that, Y/N?” - That's what he asked back, ignoring your previous questions and he approached your bed making you tremble and feel anxious.

"Because… Well, because I… I didn't have the courage to tell you, we are friends and flatmates… I was afraid to say that I thought about you sexually…" - You answered him, diverting the looking and lowering your head, you had divided feelings and this was noticeable to Jungsu.

"Hey… Look at me, don't lower your head, there's no need to be embarrassed…" - Jungsu murmured as he climbed onto the bed and placed himself practically on top of you, supporting himself on the mattress with one hand while lifting your chin with his hand. the other. "I want you to look into my eyes and tell me exactly what you think when you see me…"

His voice and proximity were definitely making you delirious and trying to reason if this was really happening, you sighed and decided to open up to him starting to think you might have a chance.

"I… When I look at you I can't help but feel like jumping into your arms and kissing you, or sitting on your lap and wiggling like crazy… The truth is I always wanted to be one of your girls , Jun… Even if it was just for one night… I wish I could moan loudly all night like all those other girls you've brought…" - Finally the words left his mouth, the anxiety growing as he looked In his eyes, Jungsu smiled and slowly began to remove the sheet from your body, then sliding his hand up your thigh, going up the inside and brushing your wet, pulsating intimacy, making you shudder softly.

"Silly… You should have told me this before… I would have fucked you a long time ago… Let me take care of you tonight and give you what you always wanted and fantasized about…" - He asked in a whisper , starting to press his thumb on your clit making you moan close to his face and obviously you weren't going to deny him that even if you were surprised.

So, Jungsu placed you on the bed and opened your legs for him, with a mischievous smile and his gaze fixed on you he knelt between your body and began kissing your thigh while still touching you, moving his thumb in circles and murmuring praises and promises that your night would be unforgettable… You would finally be one of his girls tonight.

(I hope you liked it! It will also be available in Portuguese on my main account @bungbruh).

[madamechrissy]

MISS MAAM!? MISS MAAM!? I just finished Silent Serenades, and you’ve damn near ‘dearest masochistic reader’ed me into my grave!!!!

This was so unlike what I usually read,well for one because yours truly would never pick hoejo over my beautiful stunning ethereal gorgeous sexy man nanami, but your writing and potrayal of all your characters sang a melody that swayed me into being convinced (which is saying something because i find hoejo’s annoying ahh insufferable)

Look, I have an issue with authors adding in random plot points to make the second male lead do shitty things to then justify why the female lead leaves them, and most of the times those plot points are completely out of character for the second male lead in question. (I dunno if Im making sense lol) But with your writing each action and reaction of all your characters made sense, in that, they seemed,at the time, for the characters, to be the most naturally occurring reaction. None of the plot points felt out-of-the-blue or forced. Even reader and kento’s breakup was handled with the gentlest of care, and for that,

I thank you.

Furthermore, Ive tired of passive, docile readers in fiction. The ones that would get cheated on and then cry about it and do nothing but sit by and take it. Granted, its a perfectly natural response to have, but its the only portrayal of infidelity i come across most of the time, which gets boring, and its hard for me to self insert in those, suppose. Reader in this series is a breath of fresh air. She is a survivor, she’s not afraid to dish it back and she’s self aware for the most part. She also doesn’t give into Gojo easily which i loved.

I love your writing,And i loved this series(though my nerd ass may have been like ‘ummm ackshually 🤓☝️☝️☝️ black holes weren’t discovered in the 1800s’ a bunch of times, ignore me) and I look forward to everything you create in the future.

wishing you the warmest of love and the coldest of pillows on both sides forever<3

Ah that fic is my ANGSTY BABY lol, it's very dear to me and I put a lot of myself in it and in Duchess, so this makes me so happy you enjoyed her, I think she was the most 'hated' mc because she was very reactive and was like - bet imma fk Nanami BYE- aha so for you to appreciate her means soooo much <3

I really appreciate your sweet words on something I worked so hard on, and that you felt the characters and their actions made sense, this makes me so, so happy!!! 🥺🥺🥺 At the end of the day, her and Duke Sluttoru were oddly perfect in the most messy, toxic way- where Nanami was so sweet and perfect, but was not the person for Duchess, his love for her was so sweet and special and I hated crushing my sweet Nanami too!! But I promise he's so, so happy now ;)

This comment makes my DAY - you have no clue! Aha the black holes omg, so this fic was absolutely NOT researched at ALL for the 1800s in any way, so if anything was factual it was from a lot of me reading historical romance and loving on Bridgerton lol <3 So def probably tons of errors I am sure with what was around back then! If I were to like write it as a novel and not a fic I think I'd rework it to make more sense for the era <3

Thank you for trying something out of your comfort zone, I swear most of my other fics aren't THAT angsty or toxic lol, I hope you enjoy them.

ILYSM ❤️❤️❤️

[mnkiss]

A quick list of animes I watched and don't want to forget 3:

Satsuriku no Tenshi - perfect for halloween, it was a short story with an easy to forget plot and characters I could root for. Tbh it hooked me with the never ending suspense and Zack. And I'll never forget the heartbreak at the end. So toxic and broken and tragic. The horror elements were fun, sometimes scary even so 7/10! Demon slayer - Its a bingeable shounen. The story is mid, the animation is cool, the MC is kind and likeable + i love how they show us the difference between "city japan" and "rural japan" (especially technology and behaviour-wise), but the constant screaming and second hand embarrassement is just too much. And besides getting stronger and using better techniques there are no character arcs (as of in S2). The boar + thunder kid just ruined the whole series for me t_t And the mountain peasant/animalistic superpower schtick is boring as hell after an episode or two. 6.5/10

Samurai Champloo - y2k graffiti/breakdance meets samurais. Boi, what an A-M-A-Z-I-N-G anime! The AV, OST, art style, all the fight scenes and character design... all of it is 10/10. Of course the found family trope can never be trumped, however the story itself was adventurous, not repetitive (except for them never having money lol), captivating, witty and emotional when it needed to be. Also the episodes tie into each other a lot, which makes the storytelling natural (+ its not just episodes put in order). The MC's are all 3D with weaknesses, believable behaviors and distinct manners + they have easy to remember names and styles. Watching the messy trio's friendship come to live is something I want to witness again for sure.

Konosuba! - A surprisingly bad and adorable parody of the isekai genre that I could only watch all the way through after the 3rd attempt. Most characters are completely helpless/stupid/naive but in an oddly charming way. The MC is ofc a pervert neet that is insufferable, but his oversexualized companions are cute, their friendship is cute, and their boobs are huge. Watch it while having dinner 6/10

Ouran highschool host club - light hearted and stupid and has some second hand embarrassement, but its a must watch! I wish the artstyle was different tho :/ 8.5/10

The Apothecary Diaries - Sherlock Holmes meets chinese historical romance fanfic. Beautiful, captivating and rewatchable. Very dreamy (but i have a feeling that theres going to be a lot of drama and sadness in the future? idk i havent started the light novel yet) 9/10

Midnight Occult Civil Servants - its so much more worth it than ppl think! Yes, the power of friendship is strong in this one, buuuut 1) its not overdone 2) the story is not sugarcoated and there are some interesting philosophical topics that we touch throughout the episodes 3) even though the MC is a naive and ridiculously hard working boy, he learns a lot from his mistakes and kinda grows up. His friends are lovely too! I just wish that their design was a bit more detailed, the animation got a bit more budget and that we could have gotten a bit more chapters... 8/10!

Mignon - a korean BL manwha adaptation. Each episode is around 5 mins so the story isnt too complicated. It has vampires (why dont we get more of them nowadays??) and sexy man-love. 6.5/10

Golden Boy - It is a golden comedy (and educational) anime and it's so humorous that I actually laughed watching it. At first it seems annoying/ridiculous but from the end of the first episode I understood the premise and the point of the anime. The boy doesnt learn much, but the women around him do. 7.5/10

Kamisama Kiss - I loved it at the beginning and then felt really let down by it, cuz 1) I learned about the end of the story and got pissed off (because ***SPOILER ALERT who the fuck thought that giving up your occult superpowers and long life is romantic? WHO?***) and 2) it got so rushed at the end. The art style is not my favorite ad some of the frames looked cheap, but I loved the comical use of expressions and some of the designs were really cool. 6/10 (and -100/10 because of the ending of the manga. Seriously. Fuck that.)

Frieren - A sentimental fairy tale. Wish it was an already finished tale tho but the manga's not finished soooo... The anime looks amazing, has a soothing soundtrack, I really like the colors, and also it's very well paced and you have to pay attention to the details (you're kinda forced to do so because there are way too many recaps lol). Bonus that the found family trope is strong, and it makes me feel secure knowing that the MC is extremely powerful. 8/10

[empresstheresa-guide]

And here we have it: the final cover. It's a new "improved" version of the previous two. Yikes.

There's a certain aesthetic to the font and color, which I think is OK. It looks a bit distinctive from other book covers, and is miles better than the unprofessional font in the last two. I'm not a huge fan of purple and yellow, but I don't want to knock this. The yellow rectangle is a bit too high, but apart from that, I'd say this aspect is fine.

But Theresa.. I mean look at that face. It looks flat, like she's made of paper. The nose is so odd with its grey lines. It seems he drew it in pencil and then never filled in the line work. Maybe he was worried about "ruining" it. Or maybe he drew a face he didn't like, and then erased/filled with paint and drew it all over again. The impression is very uneven. Remember Theresa is supposed to be super beautiful, and when you write a character like that - not saying you should - the expectations are high. And at least for me, this doesn't do it at all. The first cover showed a happy, proud looking woman who actually had expressive eyes It felt more natural, while these later covers seem so tortured. He probably toiled for hours and hours to make her look "just right", but it just turned worse and worse. Drawing, trying again, coloring, erasing. Over and over. Sitting up late at night in your room, frantically drawing more and more, in a frenzy of having to make it better.

Her hands bother me the most. They're completely different sizes. They look like mannequin hands, and the fingers are oddly bent. Salad Fingers meets Vincent Adultman. She also seems to have very old-fashioned red nails. I guess long nails would make the fingers look even worse, but there's something so dated about her whole look.

And then there's her torso. The breasts are super far apart, but at least they're not unrealistically huge this time. The rest of her body is just completely flat. No hips. I thought she had a sexy butt, which she admires herself in one chapter. Usually that would include big hips, but maybe that's too "fat" for Norman.

The microphone is now red and less disturbing than the neon green one, but it's still very small and looks like Norman drew it with a single line. A black, sturdy microphone would look much better. I bet Norman doesn't watch any modern videos, because most streamers use proper headsets.

Somehow the soldiers turn into dogs, then spiders. The buildings get smaller, except for the one that's randomly slightly bigger. Norman needs to learn about perspective. You'd think there are art guides all over the internet for this kind of thing.

Not the worst version, but it's a hot mess. I give this 3,5/10 HALs.

I'm very curious to see if he will make a new cover some day. He seems to have trouble letting go of the book, probably because he sees it as his life's work, and it's hard to stop working on it. Maybe he feels empty and like something is missing. He should try to write another book. Many people would buy it, just to see how bad it is.

[xkittypunkerx]

Sorry I haven't uploaded in a bit, preggie life is crazy but I'm getting by but any here's Chapter 3 of SCREAM (ps: Also I have an official Banner for it)

SCREAM TRILOGY PART ONE - A BEAUTIFUL LIE

Chapter 3 - Run For Your Life

-April Mendez-

The doorbell finally rang, indicating that the plumber had arrived, mere minutes after I made the phone call. I trudged over to the door and answered it with a very surprised look on my face.

I almost felt like this was one of those ordered male stripper scenarios - "Sexy Plumber Arrives To Clean Your Pipes." Maybe I was simply too trapped in a stereotypical mindset, but this man wasn't fat or ugly at all!

He wore his hat low over his eyes and his long blond hair was tugged back behind his ears. His mouth revealing a small smirk on his face upon seeing me.

What a nice surprise.

"Um, hi, I take it you're the plumber?" I asked, pulling the door open a little further to allow enough room for entrance.

He nodded his head as he walked inside and headed right toward the bathroom. I followed him from a distance, completely embarrassed that we had to meet under these circumstances. But even in the midst of deep embarrassment, I couldn't help but wonder how he knew his way to the bathroom so easily.

He must have seen my confused expression because was able to offer a perfect explanation. "Oh, sorry if this looks weird... I knew where the bathroom was because I've dealt with a couple of the nearby condos here, so I'm pretty familiar with the floor plan."

I nodded my head in response, feeling an oddly strong amount of relief wash through me. I ignored the slight strangeness of this entire situation as I headed back toward the leaving room, letting him finish his work while I continued watching the latest episode of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Since it was one of my favorite episodes, I really didn't pay much attention to the plumber anymore, which is why I was extremely surprised when his voice sounded out suddenly. "Anime fan?"

I nearly jumped out of my seat as my heartbeat began rapidly growing. I laughed a little after registering his voice. "Yeah, I'm a big fan. Sorry, this is just one of my favorite episodes. I was getting so into it that I almost forgot you were here!"

Wow... as if this situation couldn't get any more awkward.

He laughed heartily before leading me back to the bathroom. "This was not a lot of work at all darlin, just a slight amount of blockage. All the pipes are cleared now and your toilet should," he paused to flush the toilet, "work just fine." He smirked.

I thanked him for his services and handed him a check for payment. I stood in the doorway watching as he drove off. He stuck his arm out the window and waved before turning onto another street.

Having nothing better to do and still having the house to myself, I resumed my position on the couch and finished the episode in peace. It didn't take long for my stomach to finally give in to nature and start growling loudly.

"Guess I better make some popcorn real quick before the commercial ends," I muttered to myself as I got up and walked into the pantry.

I grinned excitedly as I placed the bag of extra buttery popcorn into the microwave and listened to the kernels pop one by one. About two and a half minutes later, I carried the bowl of popcorn and a soda into the living room, plopping myself back down on the comfy leather couch, pulling a blanket over me and fluffing the pillow pressed up against my back.

I reached over a little flicking the light switch to bring the fire to live in the chimney. The fire began roaring as the sound of raindrops gently falling onto the rooftop echoed in the background. I sighed contently as the introduction of the next episode began. Sure, Kofi and Kaitlyn may be out and about. But come on, what could be better than this on a rainy evening?

Just as the TV screen flashed into a commercial, the once vibrant flames in the fireplace suddenly began to die down into not-so-magnificent, dull embers. Shortly after, the TV screen turned black, the lights following suit. I guess the storm must've been a little more intense than I presumed. Why else would the power suddenly vanish?

I wasn't much of an expert with electricity, but I knew that one of the best ways to fix it was to check the wiring downstairs in the basement. Ever since I began watching Supernatural, I tried my best to avoid going into dark basements alone - and up until now I've been rather successful.

I stood up reluctantly, and ran my fingers along the walls to navigate my way to the kitchen. I crouched down and dug around inside the pantry until my fingers brushed against the cool metal of the flashlight. I picked it up and used it to walk over to the stairs. I held the light at about shoulder height, foolishly only focusing on what was ahead of me.

I groaned loudly as I dropped onto my knees after ramming the side of my knee into a surprisingly sharp corner of the cherry wood coffee table in the center of the living room. I felt small droplets of blood stick to the surface of my jeans, but it was obviously nothing to cry over.

I forced myself back up onto my feet and slightly limped toward the stairs, stopping more often than I would've preferred - not out of pain, but because I could swear that I saw shadows running along the walls that weren't mine. It had to just be simple paranoia. No one else was in the house...I would've heard him or her enter, especially since it was deathly quiet suddenly.

Light from the flashlight finally refracted off of the golden doorknob separating me from the basement. Quickly, I threw the door open and bolted down the stairs, more than anxious to get this over with. There weren't many things in the basement, so it didn't take too long to locate the electrical box.

Even though the black box was mere feet ahead of me, for some reason, my heartbeat began to race with each step that I took. What was I so afraid of? There were no monsters or ghosts hanging out down here. There were no rats or little creatures. Sure, there were probably spiders, but I'm pretty sure that should be the least of my concerns at this point.

It's just a damn basement.

However, even after I managed to get my breathing remotely close to normal, I noticed something strange. All the wires that should have led up the black box were completely severed from the box. The wires were frayed and displayed across the concrete floor.

"How the hell would something like this happen?" I wondered aloud, feeling a violent shiver crawl up my spine. Something was clearly wrong here.

Before I could get a better look at the wires, or attempt to fix any of it, my flashlight clicked off, and I'll tell you right now that I was not the one who turned it off. I heard some heavy breathing that wasn't coming out of my lungs and immediately screamed as loud as I could.

I spun around and tried to run toward the stairs that seemed so tantalizingly close, but ended up colliding into a hard surface, collapsing on the concrete floor.

"Who... Who's there?" I shouted, my voice cracking in evident fear, despite my attempts to sound strong.

A chorus of eerie laughter filled the stagnant air causing me to crawl backwards until I came into contact with something else. As I previously mentioned, Kaitlyn and I haven't put very many things down here, so there shouldn't be so many roadblocks surrounding me, unless...

My eyes widened as I realized that there were people down here who clearly didn't belong here. I scrambled to my feet as the reality of the horror finally made sense in my head. I refused to go through any more traumatic events, and I meant it. I was going to enjoy my life, remember?

I need to survive this before I can start working toward my goals. Glancing down at the ground, I noticed that the person standing in front of me wore shoes with reflective surfaces. My eyes remained locked on the dim reflections as I crept past that person, trapping my breath deep inside my lungs to avoid bringing attention to my location.

Finally, the stairs came into range. If my deductions were correct, then they all should be several feet away from me...which should give me plenty of time to make it up the stairs before they could catch up to me. I allowed myself to exhale at last as I tightly gripped the wooden railing and bolted up the stairs, trying to ignore the piercing sound of the creaks that echoed each of my footsteps.

"I think she's playing hard to get!" one of the men said with heavy amusement.

"Oh, she won't get too far!" another said confidently.

Their heavy footsteps were coming my way so I didn't waste any more time climbing the final steps and leaping into the kitchen, searching for the home phone. Once my eyes landed on the white device, I gripped it between my sweaty fingers and was prepared to dial 911. However, there was no sound on the other line - pure silence. The line was dead.

"SHIT!" I shouted in frustration.

Luckily, I remembered that I left my cell phone back in my bedroom. They wouldn't be able to turn that phone off! Ignoring the slight burning pain I felt in my knees and the heavy beating I felt in my chest, I raced down the hall and tripped onto my bedroom floor. I was about to reach for my bed, but stopped dead in my tracks as a noise burst through the silence. My cell phone began ringing briefly before someone answered.

"Hello? Oh, I'm sorry AJ isn't here right now, can I take a message?... Haha, alright I'll be sure to tell her..." the man spoke merrily into the phone.

I couldn't do anything but stare at the shadow of the intruder, who stood in place, still holding my phone in his hand. He spun around and faced me with an evil smirk on his face. I could just see the amusement in his expression.

Suddenly, he threw the phone down onto the floor and stomped his heavy black boot on it until it was crushed into an acceptable collection of smashed metal. He pulled the black curtains back, allowing a small amount of gray light to enter the room.

Once he turned to face me in the new lighting, I felt my heart sink down into my intestines.

That face... it couldn't be...

"Why do you look so shocked to see me... AJ? I know these years have done me some good but come on, you can't be that stupid... You couldn't possibly think that you could get away with returning to Chicago so soon without expecting a hello from your favorite boyfriend..." he grinned.

I felt my fear slowly melt away into something fiercer - rage. My eyes narrowed as I glared daggers in his direction, feeling my chest heave up and down as I tried to keep myself contained. For some reason, I had such an urge to rip his throat out. I knew what he meant by "hello," and I wasn't going to give him a chance to capture me.

"You haven't gotten me yet, ass wipe!" I shouted as my adrenaline kicked in dramatically.

His expression transformed into something much darker than before, and something about it told me that I really ought to get the hell out of there. I made a mad run for it, hardly accomplishing anything, though. It felt as if his hot breath was cascading down my neck - like he was right behind me.

I felt my fear slowly melt away into something fiercer - rage. My eyes narrowed as I glared daggers in his direction, feeling my chest heave up and down as I tried to keep myself contained. For some reason, I had such an urge to rip his throat out. I knew what he meant by "hello," and I wasn't going to give him a chance to capture me.

I lunged forward and ripped the front door open. The storm had increased in strength as sheets of rain poured down onto the pre-flooded street. I could hardly see in front of myself, but perhaps that's a good thing... that would mean that they would have a harder time finding me. Plus, it was almost completely dark outside by now.

I took one last backward glance before bolting forward, running barefoot through the slippery, wet grass as the fierce wind blew my drenched hair in every direction. I ran around what I assumed to be the side of the house and hoped that I was heading toward the woods. Everything seemed to blur into one darkened, watered down mess, which made it increasingly difficult to determine how safe I really was.

Regardless, I pushed myself forward, ignoring the feeling of sharpened roots scraping across my feet. I shoved branches out the way as best as I could while still maintaining my balance. Unfortunately, at some point my senses became entirely entangled as I felt myself slip backward, landing hard on my ass as I slid down the pointy hill of fallen tree limbs until I made contact with a large tree trunk.

I took one last backward glance before bolting forward, running barefoot through the slippery, wet grass as the fierce wind blew my drenched hair in every direction. I ran around what I assumed to be the side of the house and hoped that I was heading toward the woods. Everything seemed to blur into one darkened, watered down mess, which made it increasingly difficult to determine how safe I really was.

Thunder clapped loudly overhead as lightning lit up the now blackened sky. The rain was as relentless as ever, causing my clothes to stick my skin so tightly, almost like an entire new layer of flesh itself. My body quivered as the cool drops slid across my face and arms. I fear I may have taken too long of a break as the horrid sound of crunching leaves could be heard in the distance.

"I think I saw her over here!" one of them shouted. My worst fears were realized as his voice bounced off the hollow trees. If I was able to hear them...then that surely meant they were too close to me.

I drew in one last partially interrupted breath before hopping back up onto my feet and running straight, wishing that it would be enough to put more distance between us. The wind had died down slightly, causing my wet hair to cling to my face, narrowing my line of vision. The rain was chilly, which made it very challenging to run forward while trying to suppress the shivers.

But regardless, the severe lack of vision was by far the biggest problem. I could be running in circles for all I knew!

As I increased my speed, I absentmindedly tripped over a large log in the middle of my path and let out a scream, this time unable to stop myself, accidentally revealing my location. Their maniacal laughter began suffocating me as their footsteps came closer and closer. I wasn't sure exactly where they were, but since they weren't directly in front of me I knew I still stood a chance.

I slowly stood up and continued onward, barely making much distance. After hearing some leaves crunching and branches snapping, I froze in place, easily reaching a stop, and ready to confront my attacker.

Cautiously, my eyes scanned my darkened, blurry surroundings. I knew someone was there...yet no one was behind me. I was still alone some how. "What the...?" I mumbled in confusion.

"Boo!" someone shouted from behind me as he lunged forward and wrapped his muscular arms around my skinny torso.

I immediately began squirming around in his grip, but soon resorted to screaming instead. "No, let me go! Someone help me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone would hear me. The only problem was...I wasn't sure how far we were from the condos.

The man behind me clicked his tongue in distaste as he used his free arm to clasp one of his hands over my mouth. "Shhh! I wouldn't want you to use up all of your pretty voice right now. You're gonna be needing it later... sweetheart" he whispered with a smile into my ear.

Eww, I don't think so.

I breathed heavily out of my mouth before leaning my head backward, crashing into his skull and knocking him off balance. I spit the small amount of his blood out of my mouth and got ready to take off running again.

"Fucking bitch!" he growled, writhing in the dirty puddle of water. One down, two more to go.

For some reason, I ran back in the opposite direction, stumbling every now and then as I finally began to feel the aftermath smashing two skulls together. I tried my best to blink past the dizziness and burning pain and continued forward. I pushed myself harder and harder until my condo loomed into view.

I ran across the soaked grass with a maddening smile playing on my lips. I'm gonna make it! The back door stood in front of me, my reflection blurrily reflected off the glass. All I have to do is get inside, lock the door, and hide.

Anxiously, I wrapped my fingers around the slippery doorknob only to find that it was locked. How did they get inside if the doors were locked? I frantically dug into my back pocket and pulled out my key chain.

I shakily singled out the bronze key for the back door and stuck it into the lock, yet no matter how many times I turned it, it wouldn't budge, as if someone changed the lock.

"Having a hard time?" he asked from behind me.

As the lightning flashed in the sky, I saw three other reflections in the glass on the door. I ignored them and continued to shove the useless key into the slot, praying it would open. After realizing that I was cornered, I let the keys clatter onto the ground and attempted to run back to the front, but instead I was harshly pulled back by a steel tight grip around my arm.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere right now... well except with us," he whispered in my ear as he tightly wrapped his arm around me and used the other to constrict my wrists together.

I began thrashing back and forth, as hard as I could, but it didn't faze him a single bit. "HELP" was the only word that I could scream. Each of the condos was fairly close to each other. Someone had to be able to hear me. This was a college town, not a retirement home. Someone had to

be awake around here.

I soon abandoned all hope once we reached the driveway. My eyes widened as the reality of it all became evident. A large black van with tinted windows was parked alongside the curb. Could it really be that I'd given it my all? Was there nothing left to be done?

Then again, what could a weak girl like me do in the clutches of an overly strong evil man? Teller, the guy I knocked out back in the woods, opened the back door of the van before sending a snarl in my direction.

The only thing that gave me the slightest sense of satisfaction was watching the single trail of blood slide along his temple and down his cheek. My ex-boyfriend, Phil, shoved me into the last row of seats and tightly cuffed my wrists to some armrests.

"I hope you're comfortable, because it's going to be a long, painful ride!" Teller said with a dangerous smirk on his face that made me very uncomfortable to be anywhere near him.

[possibleblonde]

My Thoughts on Poor Things

This movie was beautiful, and I was mesmerized by nearly every shot; oddly enough, the wide-angle and fish eye shots were my favorite. The unique landscape and vibrant, contrasted world was incredible to see. In some ways the world reminded me of Beau is Afraid, though with a little more garnish whimsy and less outright terror. The fashion, the cinematography, the settings, the score oh my god; technically, this movie is one of my all time favorites

Mark Ruffalo’s character was incredible and he should receive every accolade for his performance. Though I did find it funny to lean over to my sister and say “Hulk SMASH” every time he got into a fight, his embodiment of the character at play was perfect; he felt truly tangible throughout the story. By far, he was my favorite character in the entire movie (his actions despicable, his moral compass disgusting, his arc so fun and nearly theater-esque—“BELLAAA” was one of my favorite scenes, and one I wish lingered longer)

Similarly, Emma Stone’s performance was indescribable. Her physicality and embodiment of Bella was unlike something I’ve ever seen. She was completely believable at every stage in Bella’s journey, and her movement reflected that. Bella’s growing up was so subtle, yet noticeable all at once; by the end of the movie, it was hard to remember where it began.

I can appreciate the subtextual critique of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope, and the feminist themes for what they are. Overall, it was satisfying to see Bella “win” at the end of the day and take control of her narrative. 

However, however.

This trope, this story, is such a unique and powerful metaphor for what women, what girls, go through in their life and in coming to terms with their sexuality, and I was so disappointed by the narrative the movie ended up pushing.

It was so heavy handed at moments when it wanted us to understand what it was trying to tell. When Bella was at the Brothel, after she saw the cruelty in Alexandria, the characters’ practically told us what they wanted us to hear; we nearly had fourth-wall breaks in some of the emotional climaxes of the story.

I wish, I wish, that at any point—towards the end, when Bella learned what she was, towards the beginning, with the proposal of marriage, in the middle, in the climax, during the end credits—that it was a little more directly addressed that these men were in love with a child. Perhaps the absurdity of Mark Ruffalo’s character and his satirical fall to madness, his comedic portrayal and garish nature, was meant as a metaphor to laugh at these men for falling in love with a child. Yet, her true final husband, God’s assistant, is shown in an entirely sympathetic, forgiving and nearly hero-istic light, but he had no qualms with sleeping with her as a child. No, he had issue with sleeping with her out of wedlock. And she is forgiving, understanding, and loving of him (maybe because he doesn’t just love her for her body—but still).

Maybe it is from personal experience, from my own traumatic dealings with sexual assault at a younger age, of my body being treated older than I was in mind, that I find such fault with the message (that I ultimately took away) of “women should be allowed to do what they want with their bodies” and “men should not take advantage of women and treat them as things to be had”. It was a story of one women’s fight for her autonomy; yet at the end, she had no anger, no rage nor hate; she was told by her employer at the brothel that this was the way of things, essentially; she does say at one point that she feels rage—but I don’t think we saw any of that. I think we saw a young woman having a lot of sex in a shitty situation and coming to terms with it, and eventually, making her own way in the world and getting revenge in the ways she could. 

But I wanted to see her cut Mark Ruffalo’s dick off. I wanted to see her scream. I wanted to see her cry tears for her body. I wanted to see her feel something—anything—for the way her autonomy had been taken from her in a tangible way once she came to understand it.

Maybe that was Yorgos’s attempt in the third act, but it was so heavy handed it nearly felt absurd (and not in a good way)—her old husband tried to mutilate her, she turned him into a goat. Girl Power.

This story had such a ripe metaphor for grooming and the sexual exploitation of young girls that it was bursting at the seams. It’s essential to her character the moment she first meets Ruffalo. It is part of her journey, part of her growth; rarely is it addressed directly by the film.

This movie could have been radical, could have been bolder and braver in its message; it had all the makings to do so. It could have been such a moving and empathetic story about the exploitation of young women, of how men have oft viewed girls, of the pain and anger and betrayal of being groomed. And yet, in the third act, it fell flat in the name of a feministic tale it feels has been told through movies throughout time—Barbie, this year, or even Emma Stone’s Easy A. And while these stories are not at fault for their message, and their themes should be shown and are valuable as they are, this movie just had so much potential to do more.

Maybe it is my fault for identifying with aspects of Bella’s character that I felt unexplored. Perhaps it is my undoing that I saw my trauma in hers, that I wanted her to feel the pain that I did when I came to terms with my own experiences. It is possible that I have asserted myself onto Bella, in a lack of feeling that these stories have not been shown so brutally and honestly (as they could’ve been here) before.

Yet I feel it is undeniable that women who have been groomed can watch this movie without seeing Bella, in many ways, as a metaphor of themselves. And it is hurtful that her trauma was left with passive acceptance and forgiveness by all who were there to witness it, that only a man in her past life (a life we did not see) faced true consequence, that at no point in the movie, like other messages, was it directly addressed. Had other themes not been outwardly spoken by the characters so obviously, maybe I would be more forgiving that this one was left to be pieced together.

It is a beautiful and wonderful film that should be awarded for what it is. But I am disappointed for what it could’ve been, and for that it feels hollow. It saddens me more that this metaphor now feels as though it has been used up by this story when it could have been explored for so much more. And now I am left with the feeling that it is my bearing to forgive what I have endured; in many ways this is true, but I somehow leave feeling guilty all the same.

In the end, I am grateful to have watched Poor Things. I would recommend it to the occasionally sexist film buff friend. But I would not recommend it to my youngest sister; though for her, I hope she can watch it and never feel the same as I did. 

[sissytobitch10seconds]

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Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Ben may not be able to touch him anymore, but he still has his ways of keeping them intimate. Warnings: Dubious consent, drug use, sex work, and implied underage sex Word Count: 3,657 Ship(s): Klaus Hargreeves/Ben Hargreeves

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A/N: So I decided to do a kind of character study about Ben and Klaus and what their relationship might have been. It end up being kind of sad but given that Klaus gets Ben back in a way in S3 I think that gives some natural catharsis. Thank you all so much for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The evening air bit at his skin as he stumbled closer and closer to the edge of the alleyway where he had been trying to pick up guys. Something was coursing through his system that was making him feel like he was floating five feet in the air with every step that he took. A voice in the back of his brain was telling him to lift his foot, bring it forward, and then set it down so that he could continue to move in the direction that he needed to. The voice soundly oddly similar to Ben, which didn’t make a lot of sense to him since he couldn’t see his spectral shadow anywhere.

He couldn’t see a lot of things right now, though, so that wasn’t a huge shock to him.

He knew a couple of things about the situation that he had found himself in. He was wearing his favorite feathery coat, the one that had a thousand pockets inside of it and was warm enough to keep him from freezing on the streets without being big enough to make it so he didn’t look sexy anymore. He had on a pair of very uncomfortable pants, the ones that he always wore when he was trying to pick up the high paying guys. He knew that he was wearing a clean shirt underneath it all, but he couldn’t remember where he had got it from or even what it was.

He was floating and he felt good, even though there was a hand on te middle of his back and he was be guided down an alleyway to someone’s car. He really didn’t like it when the guys wanted them to sleep in his car because he was aware that they could just start up the vehicle and drive him away to murder him. So far nothing like that had happened that he could remember, but it was always a fear hanging around his mind even when he was incredibly out of it on whatever it was he had taken.

The door to the car was opened for him and Klaus entered into the backseat as if it was muscle memory. He couldn’t tell if it was at this point because his bones didn’t even feel like they existed. He didn’t know what he had taken but he wished that he had enough of it to make it last a lifetime because he felt amazing.

He backed himself up against the door on the other side so that part of his back and all of his lanky legs were along the seats. The man that had escorted him out of the alley clambered over top of him so that his knees were on either side of Klaus’ hips. He had closed the door behind him so that they had some relative privacy.

Klaus felt his heartbeat jump into his throat as he heard the locks on the doors of the car snap shut, keeping him in there unless he was able to clear his brain enough to figure out how they came undone. He wished that it was easier to do that and still feel as blissfully out of it as he was. He knew that it wasn’t. This was the trade off that he made for not having to deal with the constantly screaming spirits that had plagued him since he was a child. He sacrificed safety and clarity for comfort and reprieve.

“You really are beautiful, you know,” the man said. 

The intoxicated superhero realized that he had said something like that before, so he began to wrack his floaty, spaced-out brain for something that he should say in return. He couldn’t find anything, but luckily he didn’t need to as someone whispered what he was supposed to say directly into his ear. “You’re not so bad looking yourself. Now, are we going to get down to business?”

The guy looked a bit shocked but then gave a nod. “Right, right. The guy that I talked to about where to find you said that I should bring lubes and a condom,” he dug into his pocket and then revealed the items.

The voice kept whispering into Klaus’ ears, so he kept talking. “That’s right. You know, I charge extra for guys that I want to fuck me and don’t just want a suck in a back alley.”

“I came prepared for that too,” he replied. It was really awkward to watch the guy move back so that he was sitting on his haunches and could dig through the other pocket. For a moment, Klaus wondered if he had ever slept with a guy before or if he was experimenting with some back-street prostitute that had a ghost for a pimp.

He pulled out a wad of cash with the hand that wasn’t holding the supplies and then tried to hand it over to Klaus. Whoever was telling him what to say told him to take the money, so he did. He shoved it into the pocket of his coat, the one that none of the cops had been able to find all the times that he had been arrested and dragged to jail. As soon as his money was safely where it could be found later when he was a little bit more sober, he removed his jacket and let it fall against the back seat.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” he asked, only because the voice told him to. Whoever it was that was guiding him through this interaction seemed rather antsy to get the whole ordeal over with. Klaus didn’t really understand why because as far as he could see, he was warm and the man above him seemed too nervous to be a serial killer or an abuser.

“Uh, uh, right,” he stuttered, his eyes going wide. The man reached the hand that wasn’t holding the condom and lube down to his pants so that he could yank at his zipper. As soon as it was undone, he shoved them down about six inches and then removed his cock. It was a little embarrassing to see that he was already hard at the mere idea of fucking Klaus when they had done literally nothing other than get in his car and exchange money.

Klaus was no stranger to embarrassing sexual experiences though, so he didn’t think much about it. Instead he reached down to his own pants and began to wiggle them off. He tilted his head back so that he could see the windows, just to make sure that they were tinted and no one was standing outside, waiting to catch them. That was one of the worst hookups that Klaus had ever had, one where the cop had gotten all the way through fucking him before he revealed that it was a trap and brought him right to rehab.

There was no one standing outside of the window and he took note of the fact that the glass was tinted, which was going to make it remarkably harder for them to get caught. Klaus preferred it like that, because it made his job so much easier.

The ex-superhero got his pants down just far enough that his entire ass was open for use, but not so far down that it would take him longer than about thirty seconds to put his clothes back on. The man hovering over him had just finished sliding the condom over his member. His hands were quivering slightly as he discarded the crinking package that the protection had come in. The man uncapped the lube and then spread a reasonable amount of his cock.

Without any preparation or even asking if Klaus had prepped himself, not that he could remember if he had or not, the man moved the head of his cock so that it was against Klaus’ hole. He pressed in with a fluid motion in his hips, breaching the tight circle of muscle and forcing his member even deeper despite the resistance he was being met with.

“Relax, baby,” the voice that had been telling Klaus what to do for the past ten minutes whispered directly into his ear. It was only then that he realized it was Ben, the superhero that had been guiding him through every moment of his drug-addled adventure on the streets after he had left that house. He felt his heart swell with adoration in his chest as he thought about how grateful he was that Ben was still with him even after Klaus had dismissed the ghost begging him again and again to get clean and live a better life. He loved Ben more than he ever knew how to express, which is why he hadn’t just ignored the advice that the other man had given him and let himself be killed. He was living because Ben wanted him to live, even if that meant prostitution and more drugs than one person should reasonably ever get their hands on at once.

Klaus let out a breathless moan, his back arching off of the seat a little bit. The muscles in his back were constricting so hard that they hurt like nothing had in a long time. The stretch around his hole was uncomfortable and burned. This didn’t feel at all like the sex that he wanted to be having, and that was when he realized that he was beginning to sober from whatever he had been high on. He wasn’t sure if that was because of how uncomfortable the sex was or just because it had been a while since he had taken anything.

“I know that it hurts, but it’ll hurt less if you just relax,” Ben informed him gently. He could almost feel his lover’s hands on his hips. 

He could starkly remember the first time that they had done something like this, but it had been a lot more pleasant. There had been a lot of nervous shaking from the both of them, especially since Klaus was suffering through a little bit of withdrawal due to the mission they had most recently come off. Ben had hovered above him after what felt like hours and hours of fingering him until he was wide enough open that he could probably take two cocks. Yet as soon as the other teenager had pressed into Klaus, he had felt like they hadn’t done any prep. They had stopped after every inch to that Klaus could adjust and the experience could be pleasurable for the both of them.

But that wasn’t what was happening here. Here and now, the man was pressing into him steadily without even checking to make sure that the other was okay. Klaus was used to that happening though. No one really cared about the health and wellbeing of the guy that they had just paid two hundred dollars for a quick fuck to.

He did pause once he had bottomed out, though. Klaus finally had the time to focus on relaxing all of his back muscles and his hole so that it was more comfortable to have the intrusion. He realized then that he hadn’t cleaned out before he had stumbled out of the apartment he was loitering in, so it was likely that the guy was going to be grossed out once all of this was done and over with. Thankfully there was a condom between him and everything in Klaus’ entrance, so it wasn’t going to be as gross as it could have been.

“Don’t think about him, don’t think about what comes after. Let your mind think about me and only me,” Ben whispered. 

Klaus was well aware that he wasn’t sober enough to conjure any ghosts or make them solid enough to touch anything, which was something he had only been able to do once as a child and would likely forget as soon as he got high enough again, but he could almost feel the featherlight kisses against his jaw.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Ben reassured him softly. “Imagine that it’s me above you. Our lives are wonderful, we’ve got that apartment that we always wanted. You don’t have to do this shit to get money and you don’t have to resort to hard drugs to make the ghosts go away. We’re spending some time together after a date, we were so excited that we just couldn’t wait until we had gotten home. I took you into the backseat and played with you so much that you started begging me to fuck you so I just had to oblige.”

The ex-superhero’s cock began to fill at the idea of coming apart in his lover’s hands. It was one of his favorite things, before that fateful mission, to spend the lonely hours of the night wrapped up in his boyfriend as they took each other apart piece by piece after a joint shared between them. It was something that he was never going to experience again, and that made him sad, but he was just high enough to be able to ignore that.

“Good job, baby, you’re doing so well,” Ben whispered. The man above Klaus had moved his hands so that he was grasping the back of the backseat as well as the headrest for the driver’s seat. Klaus was used to people not wanting to touch more of him than they had to despite the fact that they were having sex with him, which always seemed strange but he had grown up with only the weirdest.

“Imagine that’s my cock driving into you. It’s got that curve that you like, the one that can hit your spot every single time I thrust into you,” Ben commanded him. Klaus threw his head back against the seat and let out a loud moan. In all his years of sleeping with other people, whether for money or for fun, he had never been able to find someone with a cock that drove him as insane as Ben’s had. Just the mere idea of having it fucked into him again was driving him up the wall with arousal.

“I’m holding down your hips and all you can focus on is the way that my cock is pounding into you. It feels so good when I lean down and kiss over the hickies I put all over your neck. You know how much I like it when people can tell that you’re mine because I’ve marked you up so much. God, you’re irresistible to everyone that sees you and I have to make sure that they knew you’re mine,” the words that were pouring out of his ghostly boyfriend’s mouth were the most delicious thing that Klaus had ever heard.

This was the kind or arrangement that they had since they had left the house where their father had abused them for the last several years, trying to find respite anywhere they could in the streets. Ben was there to talk him through every paying sexual encounter that he ever had, and even a couple of the non-paying ones when they got really bad. It only worked sometimes, because there had been times in his life when the ex-superhero had been too far out of his mind on whatever the drug of the evening was to hear or even catch a glimpse of the ghost.

Ben had stopped talking, which let Klaus know that the man paying him for this encounter appeared to be getting closer to his orgasm. At this point, the psychic had sobered up enough that he was able to fake the moans that the stranger needed to achieve his completion. That had been the entire reason that Ben had been whispering all those dirty words to him, to make him aroused enough that he could put on a facade and hurry up the whole process. 

Despite the fact that he remembered how unpleasant the whole experience was now that he wasn’t being fed the most amazing fantasy of his whole life, he was grateful that Ben had stopped when he did. Klaus had only cum a couple of times when he was servicing someone and it was always a bit of an awkward experience. He had to clean himself up with something that the customer provided him and it meant that he had to hang around them for longer. He much preferred it when he could bring them to orgasm and then bolt away from them as quickly as he could do deal with himself later.

The man let out one last grunt as he finally orgasmed, shoving his silicone covered cock all the way back into Klaus. He could feel the way that the cum was spirting out of him and into the condom, stretching out his insides even more so that he was extra uncomfortable.

As soon as he had finished, the man pulled out. He seemed to realize his mistake in not asking if Klaus had cleaned out. Before he had the chance to get upset or start yelling, the ex-superhero shoved himself back into his clothes. He sat up and unlocked the car in the same motion as Ben told him what kind of a lock it was.

It was almost like his heart had started beating again as he was able to push the door open and then step out into the cool air of the city. He felt weird and uncomfortable from being fucked with no preparation, but the more pressing issue was how his cock was pressed against the seam in his pants.

Klaus stumbled away from the car as quickly as he could while checking to make sure that all of his possessions were still present. He had a little bag of weed in his pocket, his favorite blunt roller, a lighter, the flask that he had stolen from his father when he was fourteen, and the hand-sized copy of Hamlet that Ben had given him for their seventeenth birthday. He also had the wad of cash stuck in the pocket next to his heart, which was important. He didn’t have to had to do that for nothing, so having his reward was reassuring.

He passed by the alley that he had just been in so that the man wouldn’t be able to find him and then slowly made his way back to the apartment complex that he was squatting in. It was abandoned and set to be demolished in a couple of days, so it wasn’t a place that he was going to be able to stay in for long, but it served him pretty well for the time being.

It was only when he had found the actual apartment that he had been staying in that he was able to pick up where he had left off with Ben. He dropped his coat down on top of the backpack that was laying next to his sleeping bag. He collapsed down onto the aforementioned makeshift bed and then shoved his pants down. He didn’t bother to try and finger himself or touch his ass knowing that he hadn’t had a decent shower in quite a long time and also hadn’t cleaned out. He wasn’t a virgin when it came to gay sex like his most recent customer had been.

His cock flopped angrily against his stomach as it was released from the tight confines of his pants. “Ben,” he gasped as he wrapped his hand around the base of it and then pumped up once. He was already so sensitive since he had gotten so worked up in the car but had to delay his orgasm for almost twenty minutes while getting somewhere safe.

“We got interrupted, didn’t we?” the shimmery ghost version of his boyfriend appeared a few feet away from where he was splayed out over the ground.

“Mhm,” Klaus whined. He began stroking himself lazily. He was doing it dry, which was a little uncomfortable, but it was leagues better than what he had going on in the car.

“You’re so handsome, baby,” Ben whispered. “Just jacking yourself off to me, thinking about the way that I would hold you down and fuck you. I’d thread my fingers through your hair and pull your head so far back that you could barely breathe while I used you. Then I’d make sure that you came so much that your legs gave out. You wouldn't be able to walk all day because of how hard I had fucked you. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You know that I would, Benny boy,” he groaned. He thrust his hips up despite the fact that he was in control of everything that was happening. The stimulation from the walk back to his hide out had made it so that he knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

Klaus let out a happy mewl as the fire inside of his stomach was finally allowed to explode out over his entire body, consuming himself with endorphins. He had a hypothesis, that if Ben hadn’t died and he had been able to get laid whenever he wanted, that he wouldn’t have resorted to hard drugs the way that he did. He had no way to test this hypothesis though, so he kept living the way that he did in the hopes that it would one day please Ben enough that he could join the other in the afterlife.

The ex-superhero dug an old towel out of his backpack and then cleaned his hand off with it. He stuffed himself back into his clothes and clambered back into his sleeping bag so that he could sleep off the rest of whatever he had taken despite barrelling closer and closer to sober. 

For a moment, as he began to drift to sleep, he could have sworn that he felt Ben’s lips press a kiss to his temple.