#miss u crazy cats hope ur well

[thehairtm]

s2g man this whole dash smells like updog….,,.,

[multicolouredcloud]

hope you're doing well<33 miss u!

ADRIEENNNNNN 🥰❣💕💞💓💞💕💗💗💖💝❣💘💞 MISSED U TOO!!! HOPE URE DOING WELL TOO BUDDY... 🥺

[pookietv]

small pause | arthurtv

requested!! an arthurtv x reader social media break up, but with a happy ending :)

hope u guys enjoyed and i loved doing this so if you have anymore requests please send them in!!

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yourusername: forcing becky to take me on museum dates that she doesn't care about

bambinobecky: you stared at the paintings and i stared at your arse

↳ yourusername: sounds like a good trade tbh x

gkbarry: your haiiiiir i would kill for mine to be that thick

↳ yourusername: love you endlessly girl

sabinablair: looking gorgeous

↳ yourusername: need to see you soon! missed u like crazy x

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arthurtv: went back to jersey for a while, sorry for the lack in uploads! wanted some time at home and with family for a bit, will be back and uploading next week :)

georgeclarkeey: come back i miss our cuddles

↳ arthurtv: you weren't supposed to tell anyone about that

arthurnfhill: looking good!

↳ arthurtv: are you flirting with me??

user1: omg him going home to feel better after the breakup, arthurxy/n heart is breaking

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theuselesshotlinepod: had the lovely @/arthurtv on with us this week to talk UK youtube, dating, and growing up with chris md!

arthurtv: is george allowed to touch everyone like that in the workplace??

↳ maxbalegde: well we tell him not to due to HR but he just couldn't keep his hands off you x

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yourusername: dragging the girls to come out for cocktails has become a too often occurrence (not that i'm complaining)

taliamar: ugh was so good to see you

↳ yourusername: ditto, literally have been rotting in bed so the girls was exactly what i needed

faithlouisak: ur so hot

↳ yourusername: coming from my favourite milf x

bambinobecky: what is there on this earth that cocktails can't fix?

↳ yourusername: i'll not go too deep on the main insta x

yourusername has posted on their story!

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arthurtv: a silly little last min trip to greece :)

georgeclarkeey: any excuse for you to take your top off

↳ arthurtv: your mum wasn't complaining last night

arthurnfhill: literally didn't even realise you had left the flat, you're in greece?

↳ arthurtv: glad to know i'm appreciated

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yourusername: i went away for the weekend and thought i'd share some of the cute photos (ps: there were so many cats i loved it so much)

taliamar: literally the prettiest!! i didn't even know you were going on holiday

↳ yourusername: was a last min long weekend thing, i didn't even know i was going away until the day before lmao

username3: anyone think it looks really similar to where arthur is rn???

gkbarry: you're so hot oml

↳ yourusername: no u

bambinobecky: could have at least taken me with u

↳ yourusername: next time next time x

username1: y/n's single hot girl summer era is gonna go so hard

↳ yourusername: about that ...

↳ username2: what the fuck does she mean 'about that'????

↳ yourusername: hehe

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yourusername: okay so i may not have been on holiday alone

user1: oh my FUCKING god i called it

user2: mrs television is back i been waiting for thissss

georgeclarkeey: we all called it, knew it wouldn't be off for long

↳ yourusername: get lost loser

↳ georgeclarkeey: you mock but living with him in his mopey missing y/n era was no fun

arthurtv: you did me dirty with that second photo of my entire plate of beans

↳ yourusername: i mean what are you gonna do, break up with me again?

↳ arthurtv: way to kick a guy when feels guilty

↳ yourusername: being guilty is a small price to pay if it means you'll take me on holidays again :)

↳ arthurtv: i think i owe you a million holidays

↳ yourusername: i can live with that x

maxbalegde: possibly the shortest breakup i've ever seen (but i knew it wouldn't last long, arthur literally looks lost when ur not in a room let alone not in his life)

↳ yourusername: just means i'm stuck with him for good

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arthurtv: she only got back with me to make me take nice photos of her

yourusername: absolutely not!!! (it's also for the banging cuppas you make)

↳ arthurtv: ah, makes sense

user1: favourite couple are officially back together

[eclipsewxtch]

okay so i have so much stuff planned for blue moon so MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS FOR ANY FUTURE CHAPTERS LOOK AWAY AVERT UR EYES:

ik i said this before but all relationships r implied n i don’t make anything canon. that being said, i make sure all ships (even the most obscure n rare ones) get their flowers!! whether that’s from POV’s in the chapter, dialogue, or just little moments/details. that being said, here’s what i intended:

• ethan & jesse have the relationship dynamic of two toxic divorced men who have shared custody of their daughter (jane)

• jane is jesse’s kid idc idc idc im making it happen its gonna give reluctant dad/mentor who’s lowkey the Worst Person Ever & daughter/mentee he didn’t want but NEEDED!!! they’re gonna be so good. im gonna eat it up.

• jane is ethan’s kid too ig but it’s not the same. like that’s her protector n her brother sure but JESSE?? he commits war crimes for that little girl she’s his baby

• audrey & ethan have the relationship dynamic of something soft and sweet. like she makes him feel grounded, but not exactly human. safe. i adore them. i rlly wanted it to give monster bf x human gf so i hope it has those vibes(?)

• rory & ethan (im so so biased i love them so much) they have the dynamic of puppy love. they’re just the sweetest n kindest n they make my heart hurt so much. literally aches.

• benny & ethan r very much old married couple. (they’re gonna hurt yall so bad in the last chapter for s1 like yall r gonna hate me!) they fight n bicker, but it’s like a domestic kind (until it’s not) n crazily enough i actually don’t ship them (don’t crucify me yall) but i want to feed the bethan shippers.

• sarah & ethan give nerd x cool girl he’d do anything for. like he is the loser bf to her cool popular gf!! i actually rlly love this ship n its kinda sickening, but i think ethan heals sarah from her past hurts (jesse u asshole) n sarah makes ethan feel seen n less of a dork.

• erica & ethan r just cuties!! friends forever!! like it’s black cat x golden retriever with them. while i don’t ship, i understand it’s a REALLY rare pair, so they have cute moments where they have fun together. its more platonic, i’ll admit, but if u wanna read into it u can.

• benny & erica r unrequited crushes. like i fear they had a crush on each other b4 she became a vampire, n after the bite it just could never go anywhere. she became too different, n he stayed the same. he’s bitter abt the missed chance; n she can’t imagine him ever liking her before she was a vampire.

• erica & rory have the same dynamic in the show but she’s just nicer to him about it. that’s her puppy, n she treats him as such but she’ll be DAMNED if YOU treat him like a dog. who do u think u r???

• erica & sarah are sapphic vampire gfs. soulmates, ur honor. it’s bad. real bad. i fear they are each other’s homes.

• jesse & rory give evil villain n his loyal henchman. it’s cute in a “oh he listens n respects ur opinions” kind of way, but he takes those opinions to further his selfish agenda.

•NO RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN JESSE/SARAH OR JESSE/ERICA, THAT SHIT IS PAST TENSE AND FINISHED!! REFUSE TO HAVE A MAN COME BETWEEN WOMEN!

•audrey & sarah r gonna be best friends. they don’t argue over a man; they’re better than that. unfortunately audrey is straight n this won’t be romantic😓

• s2 is gonna be longer than s1–so like twenty chapters probably(?) #longfic #somuchthoughtputinthis and i am probably gonna go back n edit s1 chapters in between updates for s2 but i rlly rlly wanna dive deep in each character. ESPECIALLY JESSE. this redemption arc is gonna go crazy. he’s a horrible, terrible, very bad man and yet!!

• i love audrey n im forcing everyone to love her as well. i normally hate OC’s in fics bc it’s like damn why is this person taking over the narrative(?) n more often than not it feels like an extension of the author’s personality. unfortunately if i was gonna make audrey an extension of me and a self-insert for me i would have her flirt HEAVY w erica. love erica bad😝 if anything audrey is just for fun. i was like hm? what if we gave ethan a little red riding hood?? wouldn’t that be sooo funny? n it is.

• i’m sorry for bringing this up again but the ethan & jane & jesse dynamic goes sooo crazy. so crazy. be thankful im not turning it into a louis & claudia & lestat situation bc i contemplated more than once having jane almost die n ethan beg jesse to turn her. i decided against it but the urge was there.

[bbael]

hullo !! haven’t sent u a proper message in a while and i miss hearing abt u my love and am always thinking of u 🖤 how are you doing, have you been up to much lately ? hope you are having a nice Hanukkah also, chag sameach <3

with me everything is very very cold and stressful here, but I’m otherwise well !! I’m hoping it might snow at least, it’s not fair that it’s just freezing without actually giving us snow >:( the silver-lining of the cold is that my cat has been super clingy and cuddly to warm up w me tho,, ;u;🖤

lately I’ve mainly just been working & shopping in between tho,, most interesting thing thats happened is I applied for a very different kinda job a while back that I honestly thought I had no chance for, but this week I’ve just been told I got an interview !!! the application took ages, it’s quite competitive, and the interview will be even harder >.< but luckily I’ve got family w experience in the industry, so i’ve got a little advice at least eeeek

anywho,, hope you are well !! is it hotter where u are since we are opposites ? wishing you all my love and peace and sending you so so many hugs and kisses 🖤🖤🖤

Hii helloo me too, I miss you like crazy and ur in my thoughts constantly (hence the tag spam lately sorry)!!

And I actually haven't been up to much ? I've also been drowning in work though fortunately these are my last few weeks until summer vacations which is great!

(&& thank youu by the way, I had an okay hanukkah minus all the yummy goods because I'm always fucking up my stomach sobss I hope you are also having a nice holiday season my dear♡♡)

Sorry to hear you're stressed up though ;_; hopefully you can relax & see some snow soon! It is only fair.... (but also hehe your round baby must give the best cuddles).

I'm flying there in bat shape any moment bc here it's SO hot. Last night we had a little tornado and storm and it's cooled down a bit but still, I know its not gonna last.

If u open the window for me I promise I'll make you hot white chocolate with lavender 🩷

Also that's such great news omg do keep me updated!! I am wishing you the best in the new field of work my love ahhh. Job changes are always so exciting especially if you are a little confident >:3 shdjdj hopefully you'll get the spot!!

I'm going to be switching jobs eventually as well bc I'm officially going into teaching next year aughh. It took me a lot to get to this uhh resolution?, I'm so excited about this 🥹 finally will be able to put my lit. major to use hahdjfj

Anywho....I hope these last few couple days of the month treat you well my angel, you are foreverrr in my mind and I am always wishing you the best. I'm accepting all those hugs & kissies & sending u mine~ I love you mwah🖤🫀🥀🖤🫀🥀

[ramonathinks]

SOBBINGGGGG aaaaaaaahhh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU VERY MUCH>:333333333 MY HEART IS SO WARM WITH JOY, IM SO GLAD TO HAVE U HERE ON THIS APP ^_^ IM GONNA TAKE A VERY LOVING BITE OUT OF YOU AS A SIGN OF MY AFFECTION NOW ໒꒰ྀི∩◜𖥦◝∩꒱ྀི১ sylus wouldnt be able to walk if he were around me, id suck his soul through his dick sooooo fast SEXY SEXY MAN MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…

ive been having some eren jaeger thoughts > ///// < need him fucking me so good my legs n toes spread out like a satisfied cat, my pussy opening up n throbbing n pulsing around him trying to suck him in. need his sweaty arms to put me in a chokehold. need him to slap a hand over my mouth while he fucks me bent over ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ྀི�� need to leave sticky lipstick marks all over his cock n balls

the guy was cool at first, i even made him a painting that took 3 months but its whatever :P AND I HOPE UR HAVING A LOVELY WEEKEND < 3 SMOOOOCHES SMOOCHES:33333

-🎀

i been out like all day 😭 my feet hurt and im so eppy at this point :( so sorry! 🙂‍↔️ and stoppp it bae, got me blushing and cheesing im glad youreeee on here tbh 🫂 ! im accepting that bite (🧛🏽‍♀️)

sylus would love me so much bc i would just be a good little mona and please him 😁🙈 on my knees just for him. & OH M GEE! i too have been thinking about eren — lexi and i have been talking about him and i miss him badly it’s crazy, i hate that the anime ended ☹️ bc it was such a fun timeee, at least i can reminisce with some fics my mutuals wrote !! and you get it so baddy bc i know his stroke game is top ten 🤭 i was texting lexi about riding and choking him a few days ago because i just knowwww, he’d love it.

oh girl fuck him!!! he’s weird and doesn’t even deserve the painting :( & my weekend is kinda looking uppp! so yay :))) i hope you have a really great one as well 💕

[yinyuedijun]

MISS LENA U SPOIL ME WAY TOO MUCH W UR COMMENTS AQHTLGJSKDJS you don't know the kind of serotonin I got from reading your tags and comments THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH 😭😭😭 (especially so soon after I posted it too!! I literally was like damn why am I checking notifs at 3am nobody is awake to read this AND THEN YOU REBLOGGED 🥺)

NOT YOU REFRESHING THE DASH... please u are so sweet ♥️ i am very sorry that it didn't turn out to be 10k+ words of smut LOLLL i am sadly not built like that as a writer 💔 and I believe I have accidentally engaged in falsely advertising to make people expect that of chapter 2 😔 regardless I hope u found the smut hot, I did try to make it as raunchy as I could 🙏

re: the feral cat line, it was actually based on a shitpost about wbk when I was first watching it LMAOOO sakura just genuinely reminds me of my feral tuxedo cat that I adopted and socialized 😔 I do love the "capturing a stray cat" analogy that you brought up though. I do think the reader, despite her social skills, has some stray animal energy to her and trapping her is exactly what teenage suo didn't want to do, yet adult suo unrepentantly did HAHAHHFLDHFKSJ.

I LOVED READING ALL YOUR COMMENTARY ABT THE SEX SCENES!!! not just the funny bits (altho I laughed so hard at some of ur comments.... "can he bite you" yes he'd be more than happy <3), but also all your observations about how reader was just incredibly starved for intimacy and how traumatized she actually was :')))) I really did try to portray all of that despite her narration constantly attempting to obfuscate her feelings with comedy and horniness, and I actually was worried that the way she broke down during sex wouldn't land well because of it! so I'm incredibly glad that her terrible emotional state came through for you as a reader 🥺

I adored your observation about her wanting to be loved "so simply", you weren't reading too much into it at all! the bottom tiers of maslow's hierarchy of needs have not been met enough for her to worry about anything remotely self-actualizing. she needs a sense of security (with suo) and SATISFYING VANILLA SEX (with suo) before she can think abt anything else 😔

IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE MARRIAGE MENTIONS <3 suo wants to wife the reader so bad it's probably his most redeeming trait in this au ngl. otherwise he is a stinky horrible man. I did find it SO FUNNY how you compared him to a manhwa lead tho ALGJSKE CLEARLY I NEED TO BE READING MORE MANHWA. I am sorry for the heartbreak though. unfortunately self-indulgence for me involves men being So Crazy And So Soggy so you must deal with that psychic damage 💔💔💔 (but also, I just didn't know how else to tie up the narrative ALGJSDJEJ and I'm glad u enjoyed the ending line because it really was a sudden improvisation after pantsing the whole fic rip)

I laughed genuinely when you mentioned ari's suo posting too LMAOOOOO. I know what u mean tho every time I have felt remotely normal about suo, I see one of ari's posts and go back to being deeply abnormal about him. I'm glad to have incidentally contributed to the suo agenda alongside him 😎😎😎 my greatest achievement

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR READING N REBLOGGING!!! genuinely I can't thank you enough for spoiling me with such a long and detailed comment 🥺 SENDING U SO MUCH LOVE !!!!

TOKYO VICE | part 2

“Do you remember,” Suo begins, voice light, “how our master always talked about how important it is to engage with each other’s feelings?” You tense. “No,” you blurt out, and Suo laughs. “Of course not,” he plays along. “You were always so terrible at it. But I've been doing a bad job too, lately. So”—he reaches beneath your dress, hooks your thong with his fingers and starts pulling the fabric down your sticky thighs—“I wanted to have an honest conversation with you.” (Or: Tired of your lies and self-deception, Suo takes matters into his own hands and forces the truth out of you.)

12.8k words. suo x fem reader. deeply unserious yakuza au ft. yandere suo. mostly unrepentant smut, comedy, angst. warnings: sex work. nsft tags: afab reader, emotional sex, fingering, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, pussyjob, just the tip, creampie. suo is mean and makes you cry but there's no degradation, he's just a bastard lol. he also manhandles you a lot and you sit in his lap. dividers by @/cafekitsune!

You're surprised at Suo’s indifference to your sex life.

A month has gone by, and he’s made no comment on your habit of sleeping with customers, nor on the hours during which you come home—which are now even later than usual, since you have express permission to sleep with people and have no need to rush back to the penthouse after your ‘appointments’. And it isn't as if he's ignoring the reality of your late nights either. In a stunning show of respect for your personal freedom, he now actively offers to arrange for someone to pick you up from whichever love hotel you'll end up at. (You always decline, of course—if you're going to pretend to be his wife, you'd rather pretend to be a faithful one.)

Ironically, you had initially thought that Suo’s approval wouldn't matter either way. You had found the sex with your clients to be so uninspiring that it made you miss celibacy, so you were planning on stopping. But it turned out that you were deeply affected by the experience of sitting in Suo’s lap as he talked about his expectation of deciding whose cocks you should be allowed to take. It did something horrible to your sex drive, and thus you turned to work as your only outlet.

You spent around three weeks desperately trying to find a customer to satisfy your urges—or at the very least, to fuck you in a way that could get you to stop thinking of Suo whenever you got even a little horny. You were faced with utter failure in this pursuit, and in the end, bleakly resigned yourself to the reality that your shameful attraction to your best friend is incurable. You’ve now given up on the love hotel visits and simply take care of your needs with a vibrator instead. At least this way, you can actually say Suo’s name while you cum, rather than constantly reminding yourself to say your customer’s name instead.

The freedom of letting yourself fantasise about Suo has been exhilarating, but terrible for your friendship. It’s just difficult to sit across from him at breakfast and act like you haven't touched yourself at the table while he was gone, fantasising about what it would be like if he bent you over it and fucked you dumb. But you are a decent actor—hostessing demands that of you—so you don't think Suo has caught onto your carnal desires for him. Hopefully, he never will.

Another couple of weeks pass like this. Things are so calm that you come to believe that Suo is genuinely fine with you having some degree of sexual freedom, at least at work. This, however, turns out to be nothing short of naïvete.

After all, Suo is never forceful when he's upset with your decisions—but he also never fails to redirect them.

One spring evening, you show up at the kyabakura and are told that you’re only to see one customer tonight, and that it will be a private session.

“But we don't do private sessions here,” you say, blissfully unaware of your imminent suffering, “and we don't even have private rooms at this establishment.”

To this, your mamasan responds that the club is making an exception for this one guest, and that this guest has rented out the rooftop bar just to see you. When you ask just who this person might be, a look of mild panic flashes through her eyes. She grabs you by the shoulders and tells you to be careful. Just keep him happy and go home after, okay? she says. Don't go out for drinks, and definitely don't go to any love hotels. Don’t tell him your real name at any cost. You don't want to involve yourself with a man like him.

A sense of dread fills you as you step into the elevator.

A cool breeze greets you when you step onto the rooftop patio. Normally bustling with a raucous crowd, it almost feels eerie in its emptiness. Aside from the glow of the red light district beneath you and the city skyline in the distance, the only light is coming from the candles lighting one of the booths.

Your anxiety intensifies as you approach it.

You aren't very surprised at the sight of Suo lounging on a leather couch, dressed in full criminal regalia—infamous eyepatch, tassel earrings, and all. Sakura once mentioned that this club is connected to some colour gang, so you figure that the manager likely recognized Gui Yanzhao on sight. He probably suffered a minor angina when he did. The mamasan herself has no criminal ties to your knowledge, but she was probably informed that one of her girls was to entertain a high-profile yakuza, and she was likely worried that you'd been maimed in the process. Gui Yanzhao has a bit of a reputation for being a sadist, after all.

While you appreciate her concern, it is not Suo’s history of violence that scares you, but his history of antagonising you. On good days, there's nothing that delights him more than seeing you flustered or off-kilter. On bad days, there’s nothing that consoles him like spiteful retaliation against whomever's managed to piss him off—and you have, without a doubt, managed to piss him off.

You groan as soon as you see him, fearing the worst for your mental health.

“What are you doing here,” you say, and Suo smiles.

“Oh? You're not happy to see me?”

“No,” you moan. “How are you even here right now? Aren't you worried about being assassinated or something? Who did you terrorise to get an entire rooftop bar to yourself?”

“I have a very cordial relationship with all the major organisations on Keisei Street and was promised immunity during my visit tonight,” Suo says neatly. “And I didn't terrorise anyone. I simply walked into this fine establishment and politely asked for a private space to enjoy with my preferred hostess.”

Neither of you need to mention that the sight of the tassel earrings alone would be enough to terrorise someone. The manager probably felt like he was being extorted just from being on the receiving end of Suo’s smile. Actually, you currently feel like you're being extorted too.

You spend a good few moments giving him a look of open distress, to which he smiles.

“You know,” he says, “for a top-ranking hostess, you're not showing much hospitality right now.”

“Oh, for the love of—”

You force yourself to stop, remembering that you are, in fact, at work. Despite your mixed feelings about your industry, at the end of the day, you pride yourself on your work ethic. You take your job very seriously, and your job right now is to entertain your customer—even if said customer is your fake yakuza husband who is toying with you as a cat would a mouse.

Resigning yourself to a night of probable humiliation (one of Suo's greatest passions in addition to lying for comedy), you walk over to sit yourself next to him. And just like in Red Dragon’s lounge, Suo overturns the decision by pulling you into his lap. Your eyes go wide as he settles you on top of him—because unlike the intimate space of that crime scene, this is expressly forbidden behaviour at your club.

Also, unlike that other night, you are currently wearing the shortest dress imaginable and the tiniest thong you own.

You find yourself shivering as Suo's hand settles on your lower back, which is fully exposed thanks to the cut of your dress. You try not to focus on the calloused press of his fingers against your bare skin, but this is an exceedingly difficult endeavour, as his touch has been featured in your sexual fantasies for the past several weeks. Worse yet—your dress is now riding up your ass, and your thong isn't doing much to cover you. Whatever material his pants are made of—light, delicate—feels incredibly good against your thighs too.

If this continues, you might cum on the spot.

“Wait,” you say, and Suo raises a brow.

“Oh?”

“You aren't supposed to touch the hostesses here.”

He smiles. “I'm sure this place might be able to make an exception for me. But only if you are personally willing to, of course.”

“...”

Making an exception for him, in your current situation, would be among the worst decisions you've ever made. But after two of the most sexually frustrating months of your life, you’re ready to make horrible decisions.

“Fine,” you say. “But you better not cheap out on the drinks. The mamasan will only overlook this if you make it worth our while.”

“Of course,” Suo says. “Though I think she’d overlook a lot of things for me regardless.”

Suo makes good on his promise and orders a great deal of alcohol. All top shelf, of course. He laughs that his goal is to bring you to the number 1 ranking with his patronage alone tonight. It’s a hideous display of wealth.

As you pour him an absurdly expensive drink (a Hibiki 30 year-old blended whiskey), you reminisce on how little money you both used to have as teens. He had to be so careful with his wallet whenever he felt like visiting you—or rather, checking in on you—at work. Especially after your master passed. The two of you were very good about staying financially independent, but there was something comforting about your master’s promise to support you if anything ever happened.

With him gone, you and Suo had only financial paranoia and each other.

You guess that might have affected Suo more than you thought. Perhaps he didn't join the yakuza to spite you, but to support you. Certainly, he seems to enjoy spoiling you right now—treating you to drinks that would easily clear a year of his salary as a teen, buying out an entire night of your time at a high end club, renting out a whole floor just so that he can have you to himself. When you point out that his tab must be getting catastrophic, he only laughs.

“I did always say that I wanted to spend money on you,” he recalls. It had been a running joke during your days at the girls’ bar, when you scolded him for paying 3000¥ per hour just to visit you. You hated that he was wasting money on the red light district; he always replied that it wasn't a waste, because it was money spent to see you.

You feel your stomach flutter at the comment. You didn't think he'd remember words from so long ago. As a teenager, you had a tendency of clinging onto small, inconsequential moments with him because they brought you so much joy. You’ve always assumed he would have forgotten them, writing them off as instances of shallow teasing—but if he remembers, then surely they meant something to him too?

This would all make you feel sentimental if you weren't outrageously horny.

Suo has kept you on his lap the whole evening, even as you pour him drinks. Every movement to serve him has you involuntarily rubbing on his thigh, and you're quite certain at this point that he's been lifting your skirt up inch by inch with every casual touch on your waist. You don't bother accusing him of it, though. He'd just give you an innocent look and say that it was an accident. What a horrible man.

Accident or not though, it doesn't change the fact that your nearly bare cunt is pressed right against him. You keep trying to shift positions to pull down your skirt or lift yourself off him, but each attempt only makes it worse—brings the soft fabric of his pants right against your pussy, or makes your clit drag against his thigh, with only your thong separating your bodies. You try to suppress your arousal, but to your overwhelming horror, you can't seem to control yourself. You feel yourself getting wet, folds quickly becoming slick as you’re forced to grind on him. Your body, already warm from all the cocktails and shots, grows even hotter as you squirm on his lap.

In a desperate move to regain some control, you fully get up to reach for another drink. But then you feel a pair of hands on your waist, and Suo pulls you back onto his leg—this time forcing you to straddle it. You can't help the whimper that leaves you as your dripping cunt is spread and pressed against him, your clit throbbing against his thigh.

You pray that he doesn't notice the noise, so of course he does.

“Hm? Is something wrong?” Suo’s hand drifts over your waist and down to your thigh, where it ghosts over your bare skin. He leans in, and his voice is silky as he speaks into your ear: “You're moving around a lot. Do you need to get up?”

He’s giving you an out. It's quite considerate of him, as staying like this would not be a good decision. But for better or worse, you have a tendency to make bad ones.

“...no, I'm fine.”

“Good,” he says. “Let me know if you’re uncomfortable at all. I'm happy to move if you'd like.”

As if demonstrating, Suo shifts the leg you're sitting on, directly rubbing it against your core. You try not to shudder, feeling yourself get even wetter, clenching around nothing.

Trying to ignore how empty you are, you grasp for other topics of conversation, something to distract you. A little scrambled from the alcohol and catastrophically aroused, you of course land on the one that's been making your sex drive unmanageable.

“Remember a month ago,” you say, “how you talked about choosing who gets to touch me?”

“Yes.” His palm is warm against your thigh. He isn't moving it, so there's plausible deniability, but the amused tone of his voice suggests that he knows what he's doing. “Does that bother you?”

Of course it should bother you. It's a level of control that's appalling even to your anxiously-attached ass. But it’s also making you wetter right now. You try not to cry—from misery or sexual frustration, you're not sure.

“Well, yeah. Come on, Suo—even you should know that's really weird of you.”

“I do,” he says, smiling like he isn't admitting to deranged behaviour. “But how else am I supposed to know you're safe? Or even aside from being safe—if your needs are being met.” His hand runs up and down your thigh before settling at the hem of your dress. “I wouldn't want you to go unsatisfied. Who knows what kind of people you'd seek out if that happened.”

You actively stop yourself from putting your face in your hands. The gall of him saying this after forcing you into extended celibacy is beyond words, especially as you're being forced to rub up on him, effectively ruining every attempt you've made not to think about him sexually for the past several years. There are many materially consequential reasons for your decision to not fuck Suo—you should not be soaked through your panties, your thighs sticky with need, as you sit on his lap.

“That's,” you say lamely, “not very normal of you.” Trying for a less sensual conversation, you go for the reliable topic Sakura’s romance radar: “Also, if satisfaction was your concern, why did you choose Sakura? I love that guy a lot, but he has literally no experience. And I think he'd blue-screen trying to keep a friend with benefits. You know he can't handle a fuckbuddy.”

You are not trying to be mean. What Sakura objectively needs for his first time is someone sweet and emotionally competent and, most importantly, not an absolute freak like you. This is a failure of your character, not his.

You can hear Suo’s smile in his reply: “I don't think you're giving him enough credit.”

“He has the social skills of a feral cat.”

Suo genuinely laughs. “Sure, when he first came to Makochi. But he's much better now. Plus, you have no room to talk. I mean”—his breath sweeps over your ear—“you used to be pretty wild yourself. I've just domesticated you is all… though you've been misbehaving lately.”

His words do something horrible to you. Trying to distract yourself from the mounting sexual tension, you turn to him to give him a biting retort, but you're abruptly stopped by the look in his eye. Distinctly hungry and unrepentant in its desire, his gaze roams openly and shamelessly along the curves of your body.

You feel like you're being eaten alive.

Plenty of customers have looked at you in such a way when you wear this outfit, but none have had this effect on you—which is to say, making you clench immediately.

You try not to cry. You actually will cum on the spot at this rate, and you don't think you could be subtle about it. You're barely keeping it together right now, with how your pussy keeps fluttering and dripping. Coupled with the way that the alcohol is melting the edges of your self-control, you're shocked you haven't at least moaned yet.

In a last ditch effort to save your friendship, as well as your rental (house arrest) situation, you slap a hand over his mouth.

“Stop that.”

Suo laughs. He grabs your wrist, lifts your palm away. “Why?”

Why? Because if you keep talking like that, I'll bend over and start begging you to fuck me! you think. But even in your inebriated, horny state, it feels like a poor idea to admit this aloud. You end up saying, “Hostesses aren't paid to flirt like this. Strictly speaking, we’re paid to be conversational partners.” You frown at him. “You're breaking a lot of club rules right now.”

This reprimand backfires on you, as you are suddenly filled with intrusive thoughts of breaking every single rule in this establishment with Suo, including the ones preventing you from climbing on top of him and riding him raw. You squirm at the thought, wishing you could close your legs rather than making a mess of your underwear (now a lost cause), but Suo’s grip stays firm on your waist.

He, himself, is unbothered by your scolding. “Okay,” he says simply. “Then I won't speak to you as a hostess. I want to speak to you, seriously, as a friend.”

His smile is so disarming, it makes you nervous. But he sounds earnest enough for you to be curious, and anyway, you're desperate for something to distract you from your wet cunt.

“Alright,” you acquiesce, “What do you have to say, as a friend?”

“I just have one question.”

“Sure. Shoot.”

His hand comes to rest in your thigh again. He leans in, breath so hot against your ear that your heart jumps.

“I can accept that you wanted to see customers just to satisfy your urges. But tell me why you didn't come to me first.”

You freeze up. Look at him, wide-eyed.

“Wh-what?”

Suo just smiles. Looks so fucking innocent you wonder if you misheard, but his voice is sharp when he replies: “Let me put it another way. Why have we never slept together?”

For some reason, you’ve never thought that he'd ask you this question point blank, even though you've asked it to yourself many times. It takes you several moments to piece together a response, during which Suo’s expression turns distinctly wicked. A sign that he smells blood.

“Why would you think we would have?” you ask carefully.

“Because we’ve both clearly thought about it. You especially.”

You try to keep a straight face. “No I haven't. I don't know what you're talking about.” You raise a brow. “How would you even know?”

“Because,” he says, hand inching up your thigh, “you’re so wet that I can feel it.”

You're mortified.

Shame floods your body, first because of the accusation, and then because you know it's true. You were tipsy enough not to think about this, but now—sobering up from sheer panic— you're acutely aware of how you've soaked through the fabric beneath you. Something that Suo had certainly known, and chose to encourage.

What a horrible man.

When you don't reply, he tilts his head. “Don't tell me you haven't noticed. Do you want me to show you?”

His hand is moving so slowly, you know he's giving you another out. You could easily get off his lap. You could even slap him and call him a sleazy drunk and grouse at him to go home. You could forgive him in the morning for coming onto you and say he'd obviously made an inebriated mistake, as opposed to a very calculated decision. Your friendship would stay mostly intact. His grip on you might tighten, but that would be fine. You would still get to stay with him.

And that's all you've ever wanted. Just to stay with him.

But you're so wet, so empty, so aching. You want to be touched. You want to be touched by Suo, and only by Suo. You want to be fucked by him, to be owned by him, to be ruined by him. You’ve wanted it so badly and so long that you can't even remember when it started—only that you want it to end.

So instead of moving away, you sit there and endure the humiliation of getting your cunt inspected by him.

Suo hums as he opens your legs. You suppress a whimper as a finger moves along your folds, at the noise it makes as it runs through your slick. “Look, you’re so wet,” he murmurs into your ear. He finds your clit—swollen, neglected, and you whimper as he starts to draw slow, lazy circles around it. “Poor thing.”

“It’s only because you had me grinding on you the whole night,” you say through gritted teeth. “It doesn't—ngh—doesn’t mean I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

You sound pissed enough that you'd convince anyone else, but you know, even without seeing his face, that Suo can tell you're bullshitting.

“You’re not a good liar,” he remarks. A fine teacher even when humiliating people, Suo can't help but add, “If you have to tell a lie, at least come up with a believable one.”

“What makes it unbelievable?” you reply, words clipped off by a sharp inhale as he starts rubbing your pussy.

“Well,” he starts nonchalantly, as if he isn't toying with your cunt, “after you were targeted in that succession conflict, I put hidden cameras in the area, and also in our suite.”

Your eyes go wide. Even in your aroused state, the implications are making you panic. “You—you what?”

“It was for security purposes,” he dismisses casually, as if he's not admitting to a serious invasion of privacy. “Only near the front door and the common areas. I just wanted to catch intruders and any suspicious behaviour from my men. But imagine my surprise”—you feel his fingers start to press into your cunt—“when I instead caught you fucking yourself on the couch and moaning my name.”

You’re mortified. Humiliated. Mind racing with every instance you were horny and stupid enough to touch yourself in a common space. You think about yelling at him about the cameras, but then you feel two fingers sinking into you, and now you aren't thinking about much at all.

Your mind goes blank as you're stretched open by him. Your cunt is so wet, so empty, but the feeling still makes you whine. Your brow furrows, and you give him a pleading look. Slowly, please.

“Don't worry,” he says in a soothing tone, “I know you can handle this. I've seen you take much bigger. Though”—he shifts, pulls you so you're in between his legs, and now you can feel the length of him against you, hard and aching and huge, what the fuck—“maybe not big enough.”

You tighten around his fingers as he grinds against you. You want him inside you so badly, it hurts. Suo laughs when he feels your desperation, and he sounds so amused that you can't help but feel ashamed. But even more than shame, you feel aroused. You take the rest of his fingers easily, down to the knuckle.

“What the fuck, Suo,” you eventually manage through your panting, though not with much bite. “You weren't—ahh—meant to see any of that.”

“Sorry,” he says, sounding deeply unapologetic. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn't watch much, and I deleted all of it. I didn't need to see that to know you have feelings for me.”

You tense. “What feelings?” you ask, and Suo stops. He pulls his fingers out of you—you breathe sharply at the loss—and manhandles you until you're straddling his lap. Forces you to look at him, into his one eye. It's knife-sharp, brutal, but familiar. You don't struggle, nor do you feel uneasy.

But you do feel like prey.

“Do you remember,” he begins, voice light, “how our master always talked about how important it is to engage with each other’s feelings?”

Fuck.

“No,” you blurt out, and Suo laughs.

“Of course not,” he plays along. “You were always so terrible at it. But I've been doing a bad job too, lately. So”—he reaches beneath your dress, hooks your thong with his fingers—“I wanted to have an honest conversation with you.”

He smiles at you. Actually looks kind and even sounds earnest. What a fucking sociopath. You allow him to slide your underwear down your legs, kicking them off. Now your pussy is completely bare to him, and you can hear the way his breath stops as he touches it again. Three of his fingers push in this time, and you pant openly at the stretch, leaning against him as your body trembles from the stretch. He flexes his fingers experimentally, watching your reactions—your whimpers, your sighs, the way your eyelashes flutter when he brushes that one spot inside you.

“I’ve always had feelings for you,” he starts, using that nonchalant, delicate tone—the specific one that suggests danger, “and I know you’re too smart to have missed that. I’d be fine with it if you didn't return them, but you do.”

“I don't,” you protest, and then his fingers curl and press into your g-spot. You're cut off immediately, gasping at the sudden wave of heat in your belly.

A hand comes up to your chin. He forces you to look at him. “I said I wanted to have an honest conversation, remember.”

“I–I am being honest, I—” Your voice breaks as he starts pumping his fingers. It's slow, gentle, but precise. Tension builds in you at an alarming rate, your thighs getting as slick and messy as his hand. You bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, breathe in his cologne and gasp into his skin, and your mind goes hazy from the euphoria of his touch. Sure, you've hugged Suo before, been held by him before, and god knows you've been touched like this by a ton of other people before—but it feels different now. It feels different when it's Suo who's touching you, different when you’re this close to him while he's drawing all this pleasure out of you. When one hand feels so good inside you and the other one is holding you so intimately.

“Suo,” you whimper, overwhelmed by hot tension in your belly, “I-I’m close, I’m close, oh fuck—

He stops.

Before you can comprehend what's happening, he’s withdrawing his fingers, and all the heat in you is melting away. Your orgasm lost, you come down from your high—nerves frayed, emotions taut.

“Suo,” you say, “what the fuck?”

He gives you a smile. It almost looks nice. “I'm not letting you cum until you tell me the truth.”

You’re going to cry.

You're so wet, so empty, so desperate, and now you feel oddly afraid. You don't like the way he's staring you down. You don't like this line of questioning, this bullshit of engaging with other people's feelings. You’ve never liked it. But you need—need—him to fuck you. You need his fingers inside you and you need to cry into his neck while you finish.

You say, very quietly, “Please, Suo.”

“Please, what?”

It's funny. You've performed begging and crying and submission for countless clients, sometimes during annoyingly rough sessions. You've done it for years. But nothing has ever felt so humiliating as this moment, when you ask your best friend, in the smallest voice possible, “Please touch me.”

“No. Not until you start being honest with me.”

Suo's mouth curls at the devastated look you give him. You hardly even notice that he's adjusting you, having you straddle his thigh again—this time, facing him. You don't register it until your cunt is pressed into the wet spot you left earlier and he's saying, “You can move if you'd like. But I'm not touching you.”

“You’re fucking horrible,” you say with all your heart, but your pussy is throbbing and you're desperate for release. So you finally do what you were desperately trying to stop yourself from doing the whole night—you start grinding on him. Like a fucking animal in heat. It's embarrassing, especially because his leg feels so good against you. The friction on your pussy makes you pant, your eyes squeezing shut as your clit finally gets some pressure. It makes up for the way he’s looking at you, which is sly, handsome, and rage-inducing all at once.

“You really do need to be touched,” he remarks softly. “You said your customers satisfied you. Was that true? Did they properly fuck you?”

“N-no,” you gasp. Your mind feels so cottony now that you're getting some relief. You can barely think, and definitely not enough to lie. “It was—it was—fuck, I never came.”

He hums, satisfied. “There—see? Telling the truth isn't so hard. You can do it again.”

He sounds so condescending. You would ordinarily hate it, but for some reason, it's going straight to your pussy right now, making you drip so much you know you've ruined his pants. You’re getting close, too, just by rubbing yourself on his leg. It doesn't feel quite as good as when his fingers were in you, but it’s something. And it’s making it hard to focus on what he's saying.

“It’s fine if you can't be honest about your feelings,” Suo continues. “Let's assume you're telling the truth, and all you want to do is fuck me. Why haven't you?”

You try to answer him, but you can't. You're too focused on the roll of your hips against his leg. There's too much tension, too much heat. You melt against him again, breathing heavily into his shoulder as you tighten around nothing. His hands come to your waist, as if grounding you, and somehow this makes everything feel even better. You start panting, babbling, I'm close, I'm getting close, Suo, Suo—

His grip tightens, and he stops you in place. You cry in frustration—no tears, but the noise you make is broken.

“Answer my question,” he says. You feel a hand glide along your bare skin, stopping at your inner thigh. “Answer me and I'll touch you.”

“Okay,” you say, as desperate as you are distressed. “Okay, I'll do anything. Anything.”

“Good.” He sounds so pleased.

You put your arms around his neck, for no reason other than you want to. Lifting your hips, you part your legs for him, and you feel so relieved at just the touch of his hand that you sigh—even though all he's doing is running a finger along your slick folds.

You shudder as his fingers play with your sex. Lean your head on his shoulder as he starts to move. You’re so desperate that you start grinding against his hand, whining for him.

“Well, then,” he murmurs. “Tell me why you didn't come to me. This is all you wanted, isn't it?” He rolls your clit between two fingers, making you squirm. “Just to get off, right? I could have done that. You'd have enjoyed it more.”

“It”—your eyelids flutter shut—“it would have been too complicated. Y-you’re my boss, and I pay rent to y-you, and we’ve been friends for so long, I didn't want to make it weird—”

Suo delivers a sharp slap to your pussy.

The contact is so sudden that you yelp. It only stings a little, but it makes your clit ache. The noise it makes is so wet, so filthy, telling of your desperation. And to your shame—even though you have never once in your life enjoyed being handled roughly by your customers—your cunt starts leaking in response.

You whimper, about to burst from frustration. You need to be touched so bad. You need to be touched by him so bad, and you need to cum on his cock or else you'll lose your fucking mind.

“Suo,” you complain, or beg, and you don't even realise that you're tearing up until he swipes his thumb under your eye.

“Try again,” he says gently, but not kindly. “The truth this time, and then I'll make you cum. Why didn't you come to me first? These past few months, or any other time?”

You don't answer him. “Suo, please—” And he moves back so that you're no longer leaning against him. Your lip trembles at the loss of the warmth, which somehow feels worse than the loss of your orgasm. An actual tear rolls down your cheek, and he doesn't wipe this one away.

“Answer me,” he says firmly. Instead of replying, you try to reach for him—wanting to be pressed against his body again, wanting him to draw pleasure out of yours again—but he stills you with his hands.

You feel devastated.

Out of horny, emotional desperation, and an all-consuming need to be fucked, you admit, “I was just scared!”

This is the worst mistake you've ever made.

The minute the words dislodge from your throat, you feel yourself choke up. You don't know why. All you know is that you suddenly can't hold back your tears from your sexual frustration, which for some reason is starting to feel distinctly like a non-sexual kind of angst, which is also strangely painful for your chest.

Because now that you've said it out loud, you can't ignore it.

You want to hide. You want to crawl out of his lap and run out of the establishment. Surely, the mamasan will forgive you for leaving a shift with such a frightening and horrible man, who is currently trying to extort your feelings out of you. But Suo’s grip is solid and unforgiving on you, and all you can do is squirm.

“Scared of what?” Suo asks. His voice has gone soft. Actually soft—not in a way that suggests danger, but a way that suggests you're loved. It makes you tremble.

His arms circle you, and one rubs at your back. It makes you relax very slightly. Or at the very least, it makes you stop wanting to bolt.

“What were you scared of?” he prompts again.

A feeling of defeat washes over you. Suo will figure you out sooner or later. He always does. So you tell him, very quietly, “I was scared that—that you'd leave me.”

You realise that you just stuttered. You stuttered because you're crying. You're actually, genuinely crying. Not from sexual frustration, but because you're just frustrated in general. And miserable. You've been chronically miserable for most of your life, and that misery has had nowhere to go until now.

You press your face into Suo’s shoulder, and he lets you. You breathe deeply in an attempt to stop crying, his cologne washing over you. It's nice, but what feels most comforting is just the scent of him. You're used to it from the days before he'd ever thought about using a fragrance, let alone a fragrance that would bankrupt the average person. It's calming, even when overlayed with ambergris and vanilla. Familiar.

Your breathing evens out a little—but only a little.

“Why would I leave you?” His voice is so kind, patient. More tears bead on your lashes.

“Because you might not want me anymore.” You sound so fragile. Shit, you are fragile. You can't stop the splintering feeling in you, the same one that ate at you two months ago when you thought he was going to leave you. “You could get tired of me or resent me or get bored with me. You could—you could want to throw me away, for no reason. Or—” You breathe in sharply, clinging to him harder.

“Or?”

“Or you could die—you joined the yakuza, so you could die. Why did you do that?” An actual sob leaves you. His shirt is getting wet. You ruined so many of his silk changshan like this in the past, when your boyfriend cheated on you and when your parents kicked you out and when you slept with your fifth customer.

And when your master died.

“I'm still so fucking mad at you for it,” you bite out around your tears. “If you got fucking killed—oh my god, I can't even think about it. I can't—I couldn't take it if—if I kissed you, and we had sex, and then I didn't have you anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re the only thing I have.” You squeeze your eyes shut, a terrible realisation hitting you. “And…”

“And?”

“And,” you say, voice breaking, “I think because I love you?”

You know it as soon as you voice it. You do love him. Not just platonically, but in the way where you want to hold his hand and kiss him and marry him. In the way a miserable nineteen year old girl is so in love with her miserable best friend that she refuses to leave him despite how terrifying he’s becoming. You loved him in this way before you realised you wanted to have sex with him, and even after that, you loved him so much that it didn't matter that he wasn't having sex with you.

You love him so much it disgusts you.

You want to hide, but Suo forces you to look at him. He brushes away your tears, cups your face. The Pavlovian response takes over: your heart rate slows, and you calm down.

“There,” he says gently. “That wasn't so bad, was it?”

He’s wrong. You bet he knows he's wrong. That was objectively one of the worst experiences of your life. You feel wrung out, tenderised. You never thought you'd say any of that. You're not sure you knew most of that.

But in Suo’s arms, plied open with his words and his hands, you actually find yourself shaking your head. You lean into the touch of his palm.

“I love you,” he continues, his tone so authoritative and calm that it leaves no room for doubt, “probably to the point that it should scare you. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” you say quietly.

“And we won't be separated. I won't allow anything to take you away from me. Do you understand that too?”

You make a noise, halfway between a relieved sigh and another sob. This declaration should not be a surprise from a man who’s effectively locked you up in his house. Still—your heart feels so light when you hear someone say, for the first time in your life, that they’ll stay with you no matter what. It's like Suo has just unearthed a weight that you didn't know you'd been carrying.

“I’ll try,” you reply, voice small.

“Good.” He strokes your cheek. “Do you want to keep going?”

It’s absurd. You just cried and confessed something terrifying. With anyone else, this would be an experience so horrifying that you'd leave right now and never come back. Your sexual desire should not just be gone, but permanently erased. At the very least, you shouldn't feel the slightest bit horny.

But somehow, being gutted by Suo hasn't left you feeling bad. It's left you feeling lighter. Kind of like you've been purged. You feel exhausted, but in a malleable way. Dazed and relieved to be in his lap. Your thighs are still embarrassingly sticky, heart still embarrassingly wobbly, and you just heard him say that he loves you.

Now you want to hear him say it while he's cumming inside you.

“Yeah,” you admit immediately, pathetically. You sniffle.

“You're sure?” Another stroke. “I want to hear you say it clearly. What do you want to do?”

Your dignity is gone. “I want you to fuck me.”

He smiles. A fond hum leaves him. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and you feel a flutter in your belly. “I'll take care of you now.”

He kisses you this time, before he touches you. On the neck, on your jaw. You bare your nape to him, shivering at the feeling of his lips on your jugular, at his nipping teeth on your skin. You realise he's leaving marks, and with each one, you shudder. It feels so intimate. You're on a rooftop bar, in a skanky hostessing dress, crying and strung out—but this is the closest thing you've ever gotten to one of your fantasies about him. Not the nasty ones that you think about when you're home by yourself, but the ones you think of when you're in bed with various salarymen. The ones where you get to lie with him in bed and press your lips to his.

“Suo,” you start.

“Hayato,” he corrects you. “You're my fiancée now, remember? We should be on a first name basis.”

Your stomach flips. “Hayato,” you try again, breathless. “Please.”

He takes a moment to reply, busy sucking another mark into your skin. “Please, what?”

You hesitate. Suo pulls back, looking at you. You whine, feeling shy all of a sudden. You flirt for a living and yet you feel embarrassed about your request. It's humiliating.

“Please, what?” he repeats. His mouth is curled in a smile, and you can't tell whether it's endeared or entertained. “Please let you cum? Please fuck you?”

“Please kiss me,” you say, in a small voice.

Suo pauses.

“What?”

“Please kiss me,” you beg. Close to tears again, for some reason you don't know. You think it surprises him as much as it does you.

It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, he gives you a look that’s fucking ravenous.

His thumbs away the wetness from your eyes. “You're so cute sometimes. Did you know that?”

You flush. Plenty of customers have called you cute, but none have had you feeling so indignant nor shy.

“I’m not,” you reply, “and stop that.”

“But it's true. And I want you to know it.”

Suo presses his mouth to yours before you can respond. You're so eager for him that you part your lips immediately. Your instinct is to make your first kiss with him messy and desperate, but he’s in full control, and he’s taking his time. His tongue is careful and precise. Full of intention. His lips are slow, languid, and lazy, like he's savouring the taste of you. A hand plays with the strap of your dress. You feel him slide it off your shoulder—the other one quickly follows—but you’re so absorbed in his kiss, you hardly pay attention.

You're vaguely aware of the breeze against your bare chest. One of his hands moving up, feeling out your curves. He hums into your mouth when his fingers ghost over your nipples, and they harden under his touch.

“Suo,” you whine as he teases them, and he pinches one of them, watching as you squirm.

“Hayato,” he corrects you promptly, and you give him a worn, teary look.

“Hayato.”

“Yes?”

“I need more,” you say quietly.

He smiles, clearly enjoying your desperation. “Be patient,” he teases you. “I’m getting there.”

He kisses a line along your jaw, down your neck. Traces your collarbone with the path of his mouth, works his way down to your breasts. At the same time you feel the heat of his tongue on your nipple, his hand reaches between your legs. You're so wet already that he doesn't need to work you open again—just sinks his fingers inside you until you're sighing for him.

You discover that when he's not antagonising you, Suo is frighteningly efficient with pleasuring you. He learns quickly how you like your tits played with, and how to fuck you so well with his fingers until you're gushing around them and keening. He said he'd take care of you, but you think he's mostly forcing all this pleasure from your body for his own enjoyment. There's no other explanation for how he keeps bringing you to the edge and pulling you back, swallowing each of your whines and complaints with his mouth. The only time he isn't kissing you is when you're begging—and you don't miss the way his breathing deepens every time you do.

But no matter how much you beg, he isn’t letting you cum.

“Look at the mess you're making,” he murmurs as he plays with your cunt. You're sitting between his legs again, your back against his chest. You can feel the length of his cock against your ass, and you hear how his breath hitches every time you squirm against it. Except for that one tell, he sounds completely unaffected by what he's doing—forced you to open your legs wide for him, spread your glistening folds to tease you. The leather beneath your ass is wet, ruined by your need.

“Hayato,” you whine.

“Just a little longer,” he promises, “and then I'll let you cum.”

Your mind is so fogged with pleasure at this point that you can't focus on anything other than Suo’s touch. You’ve actually forgotten where you are—not a truly private space, but part of a club. The girls would normally only come up if you put in an order, but you haven't for a while now.

Long enough for someone to check on you without warning.

You tense as soon as you hear the door open. You recognize the server—she knows you well, by face, stage name, and real name. Your eyes go wide as she calls for you. You try to sit up, close your legs, but Suo grabs one of your thighs and forces it open.

“Suo, wait—”

You whimper, incapable of words when his fingers push into you again. He starts fucking you with them, and in earnest this time—curling his fingers until they're pushing into your g-spot, doing it over and over and over. Your eyes roll back and you stop struggling, and Suo takes the opportunity to touch you with his other hand too, playing with your clit. A strangled moan leaves you as the heat in your gut ratchets up. Pleasure swells in your belly; you feel like you're going to burst.

“Suo,” you cry, tears pricking your eyes, “wait, wait, my coworker—wait, I think—I think I'm gonna—”

“Go ahead,” he says into your ear, voice silky, and he pushes against your sweet spot in a way that gives you no choice but to obey him.

You cum so hard that you squirt all over the seat. Your whole body is wracked with intense pleasure—hips bucking violently, legs twitching, crying so loudly and shamelessly that your coworker naturally hears. She catches you spread wide open in Suo’s lap, his fingers deep in your messy, swollen cunt as you drench them.

Her tray clatters to the floor.

Fighting the mindless haze that your body is in, you glance at the other girl, whose hand is over her mouth. She looks appalled. She’s going to yell at you. But then you then watch, in real time, as her eyes travel to your customer’s face and she realises who he is. If she was red when she saw the two of you, she's now a pale white.

“Did you come to check on us?” Suo asks. He sounds amused. She flinches at his voice, and actually takes a step backward. “We’re fine for now. We’ll order something in a bit, and call you up here as usual.”

“O-okay,” she says, voice high and tense. “I—I’ll leave you two, then. Please—please enjoy yourself, sir. We'll be available in case you require any other services.” And she walks away briskly, almost in a run. She doesn't even bother to stop the expressly forbidden act that you're engaged in.

Once she’s gone, Suo allows you some dignity. He pulls his fingers out of you, lets you catch your breath.

“Oops,” he says. “It’s too bad they caught us. I suppose they won't want to keep you on as an employee, since you broke such an important rule.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed. Your emotional and sexual pliability quickly dissipates, replaced by disbelief.

“You—you did that on purpose,” you say between pants, too fucked out to be truly angry, but still appalled.

Suo raises a brow, gives you an innocent look. “Did I? I was just making you cum, like you've been begging all night. It was just unfortunate timing.” He then smiles, which makes him look incredibly kind despite the apparent sadism of his person. “But it's fine. They're going to fire you for this, but you know my club will always take you back.”

You close your eyes and groan. “You’re horrible.”

“I am, aren't I?” Suo puts his arms around you, kisses you on the shoulder, his voice getting low. “But this is a better arrangement, don't you think? You won't need to see customers this way. Every time you need relief, you can come upstairs and I'll give you my cock instead.” He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is, and you whimper. He laughs, probably entertained at how desperate you sound. “Or maybe I'll just make you take it whenever I feel like it. I think at the end of every shift makes sense, doesn't it? Since that's how often you've been touching yourself on the couch.”

“S-suo.”

“It’s Hayato now, remember. What is it, dear?”

He sounds so smug, mocking you. You should be furious. But in your fucked out state, all you can focus on is the idea of being forced to take Suo's cock every night. Despite already being ruined, your pussy starts throbbing again. You squirm and press your thighs together, trying to get it to stop—you’re so fucking tired—and you bleakly realise that you can't control your body’s reactions around him. You're getting wet again. It makes you want to cry.

“Hayato,” you whimper, on the verge of tears.

“Ah, you addressed me properly. Good.” He’s so satisfied. “What is it?”

“I…”

“You?”

“I”—your voice is so small and embarrassed, you can hardly believe it—“I want you to fuck me.”

He feigns shock, as if he wasn't actively provoking this. “Really? But you just came.” A hand prods between your legs. You obediently spread them for him, and he checks your pussy with two of his fingers. You moan a little at the intrusion, but there's no resistance at all.

Your cunt, still dripping, tightens around him, and he laughs softly.

“You really do need a cock in you. Who knew you had such a needy pussy.” He curls his fingers. Probably feeling the way it makes you gush, delighting in the gasp it draws out of you. “No wonder you have to use that toy every day.”

You're about to die of embarrassment. “Hayato. Please just fuck me.”

Suo turns you so that you can look at him. He’s wearing a kind, benevolent face when he says, “No.”

“...what?”

“I'm not going to give you my cock.” He hums, contemplative. “Not for a while, I think.”

“B-but,” you say, genuinely upset, “but you were just talking about doing that at work.”

“Sure—after we get married. It's only proper, don’t you think?”

“What?” Your eyes are wide in disbelief. “You—you just made me cum with your fingers. In a public space.”

“Yes. But that's different from letting you have my cock. It wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to do that before we’re wedded.” He can't keep the amusement out of his voice as he bullies you. “I'm sure you can wait until the summer, right? Since that's the season you chose for us. August, I think you told Nirei.”

“Hayato—”

“Actually,” he muses, easily sliding a third finger into you, making your voice clip off in a whimper, “I think you shouldn’t be allowed to have anything in you until then. Except for my fingers and tongue, of course. But no toys, and no other men either. That definitely wouldn't be proper.”

“I'm going to,” you say spitefully—and tearfully. “If you don't fuck me right now, I will sleep with other people.”

“I don't think you want to find out the consequences if you do.”

“How would you even—ngh—know?”

“Good question.” He starts pumping his fingers, and to your horror, your cunt needily swallows them with each motion, your body as desperate as he's been saying. “I guess I'll need to check your pussy every night. See if it's been stretched out by someone else’s cock. Maybe upstairs in the lounge at the end of each night, so I'll know that you haven't fucked a customer during a shift. Clearly, it's not impossible that you would.”

You try not to sob. Not only are his words utterly humiliating, they're making you wetter. After fucking so many people in so many ways, you didn't know it was possible for you to feel this much shame during sex—but then again, shaming people is one of Suo’s specialties.

You give him the teariest look possible, because by now you've figured out that he likes seeing you cry. Sadistic motherfucker. You're happy to use it to your advantage though.

He gets that hungry look in his eye again. “Please, Hayato,” you beg, voice trembling with need, “I want more. I thought I was your beautiful wife already.” You grind your ass against his cock, and he inhales sharply. “Don't you wanna cum in your wife’s pussy?”

Suo stops, deeply affected—just as you guessed he'd be. After making you his fake wife in both his criminal life and his civilian one, it's painfully obvious that the man is obsessed with marrying you. You'd make fun of him if you weren't so horny. Or humbled.

He only allows himself speechlessness for a second. He hums soon after, delicately wiping the tears out of your eyes. “You've been good enough that I guess I can reward you. I won't fuck you, but”—he shifts away, and you can hear his pants unzipping—“I’m sure you'll enjoy yourself anyway.”

Suo wasn't lying earlier. His cock is bigger than any toy you've ever used. It's pretty, too. Curved and long and flushed at the head. Glistening with prespend, which has pearled up at the tip. You think you might be salivating. For a minute, you contemplate asking if you can feel it in your throat, but then Suo’s lying down and moving you on top of him. When his cock nudges at your folds, you can’t help your excitement. You squirm, trying to sink onto his length.

His grip tightens on your waist, stopping you.

You’re about to whine at him about this, but he doesn't give you the chance. “If you try to ride me,” he says, in a voice so cold that you know he's not joking, “I'm not touching you until we’re married, and I'm not letting you touch yourself either.”

“...”

With anyone else you'd call bullshit, but you know that Suo is both crazy and petty enough to actually achieve this.

“Okay.” You sound and feel mollified. “I'll behave.”

He smiles. “Good,” he says cheerfully. “Just stay like that, then. I’ll take care of you.”

You listen to him, mostly because you're incredibly excited about getting pussy inspections and you'll be devastated if it doesn't happen. And you don't expect it to be a big deal, anyway. While your sex drive has been a constant source of grief for you throughout your life, you don't really have problems controlling any specific impulses in bed when you truly need to. You’re used to giving your customers whatever they want and, if you're lucky, getting off from it. You figure this will be the same.

You find out very quickly that it isn't.

You need to stay still. You can’t sink down on him. Two easy orders that are extraordinarily difficult when Suo is the one beneath you. You have to actively stop your hips from moving when you feel the silky head of his cock press into your folds, which are still dripping with your slick. Suo’s breath hitches when he runs the tip along your opening, drawing wet noises every time his cock head catches on your needy hole, smearing his precum all over it. All you want is to push back on him and let your pussy swallow his cock. You’re aching for it, and you know he is too. If you sank down on him now, he'd lose control and fuck you raw until he was cumming inside you. And then he'd probably keep going after that, not letting you move until you were stuffed full and dripping with his spend. Both of you know it.

But you don't do that. You're good for him. You sigh, just trying to enjoy the feeling of his length rubbing against you. How he's twitching and throbbing against you, how he wants as equally much to be inside you—but pulls back every time. Your mind goes a little fuzzy with the drawn out, low hum of pleasure, and you close your eyes.

Then he starts pushing into you.

“H-Hayato?” You whimper at the intrusion, at being made to take something so thick without warning. “I thought you weren't gonna—”

“I'm not,” he says. His breathing is heavier, his words strained, but his voice is still commanding when he says, “Don’t move.”

Suo doesn't give you the whole thing, just the tip. It is much harder to control yourself like this—when you can feel yourself getting stretched by the head of his cock, already so fat and heavy, but you don't get filled up by it. It makes you aware of how empty you are, and how wet you're getting. You bury your face into his neck and make a noise that's both tearful and pathetic.

It's not acting when you whine, in a watery, miserable way, “Please, Hayato. I need your cum in me.”

It's probably the crying that gets him. He inhales sharply, thrusting maybe a little deeper than intended. You groan at the extra inch of cock, eyes rolling back, and can't help the way your pussy tightens and drips, trying to suck him in.

“Fuck,” he says, and then he pulls out.

He lays you flat on your back. Before you can get so much as a word out, he's between your legs and pressing his cock against your entrance. For possibly the happiest moment of your life, you think Suo is going to fuck you—but instead he starts pushing the slick head of his cock right against your neglected clit.

You aren't going to complain.

You whimper as he starts rubbing against your sex, leaving his prespend all over your swollen bud. It makes you squirm, grinding yourself against it, and you press your legs together to get some more pressure for the both of you. Soon his cock is sliding between your thighs, getting them all sticky with his prespend. You can feel the length of him hot and slick against your folds, heavy and throbbing.

You've never cum like this before. It was never enough stimulation when your customers made you do this, which nearly all of them have. But the pressure on your clit and on your folds is shockingly intense as the two of you move, enough to make you whimper as a familiar tension builds. It's not as overwhelming as when his fingers were inside you, but it's enough for you to start panting at the tension in your belly. You can hear Suo’s breath picking up as you start to whine, and he watches you, almost predatorial, as another orgasm crashes over you. You moan his name as you cum, squeezing a few more tears out of your eyes.

He stares at your flustered, wet face as he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance again, fisting himself as it flutters and drips in the aftershock of your orgasm. Suo’s been hard for so long, for the whole time he's teased and bullied you—you aren't surprised at how close he already is. Especially not when you start talking about how much you need his cum in you, how empty your pussy feels without it, how badly you want your husband to fill you up. All with your mascara smeared and your lip trembling, a sight that makes him throb.

Suo groans as he finally cums. You can feel his cock twitching, warmth spurting out onto your folds, and then into your pussy as he thrusts shallowly into you. You pull him down needily as he fills you, and he indulges you with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

When he pulls out, you can feel his cum drip out of you, all the way down to the couch. You make a happy noise at the mess he's made of your hole, giving him a lovestruck, dreamy expression.

“You should do that every night after you're done checking my pussy,” you sigh.

Suo’s mouth curls, and breathes out a kind of laugh. He holds your face, and one of his tassels brush against the shell of your ear as he presses his forehead to yours. “I’ll do it if you're good for me.”

“I’ll be on my best behaviour until our wedding night,” you promise, voice affectionate.

Suo gives you a fond look. His expression is so sentimental. You think he’s going to say something sweet.

“Alright,” he replies. “Then be good for me and keep the rest of that inside you, okay? Let’s not make a mess of these floors. I don't want to get blacklisted from this club.”

You open and close your mouth, completely speechless.

“You're fucking horrible,” you say with all your heart, and he laughs and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you. He doesn't stop until you're placated and horny again.

Suo takes his sweet time pushing his cum into you as deeply as possible, saying that it's to make sure you don't lose any of it, but really so he can draw another orgasm out of you. Knowing that the mamasan might take pity on you and think that you were coerced into degrading sexual acts by a terrifying yakuza client, he makes sure to order a drink beforehand, calling up a server. (I don't want to be a bad patron, he hums as he looks at the tablet, and I said I'd get you to the number 1 ranking, right?) It subsequently looks, sounds, and is completely consensual when you're found pulling at Suo’s hair, keening as he fingers his cum into you while sucking on your clit.

This leaves you with no hope of continued employment on all of Keisei Street.

To add insult to injury, you do make a mess of the floors, despite Suo’s conscientious efforts to avoid this—though it's not as bad as the one you left on the couch. You also can't find your thong anywhere, which you guess is something else that the mamasan won’t appreciate when she finds it. Still, for the rest of the night, everyone shows Suo nothing but the utmost respect and highest quality customer service. They even ask how he found your company and if he has any feedback for you. He praises your conversational skills, karaoke abilities, and how capable you were in catering to his many needs. He also lets them know that you'll be resigning.

Hanzo and Shuuhei are waiting to pick you up, bringing the Rolls Royce with the privacy suite. This time, Suo doesn't use it to interrogate you; he instead uses it to kiss you and tease you and discuss wedding plans. If it'll be indoors or outdoors. If you'll have a big reception or a small one. If it'll be a traditional wedding, or if you’ll want a Chinese one like the one your master would have maybe liked to see. You settle on having a Shinto ceremony and a Chinese-style reception. Having been raised Chinese, whenever Suo imagined marrying during his teenage years, you were always in a red qipao. His master even once told him that if he managed to win your heart, he'd organise a tea ceremony and act in the role of Suo’s father.

After disclosing these facts (the first of which makes your heart weak, and the second of which leaves it aching), he asks about any long-standing things you've always wanted to do with him as a couple. If you had any silly or indulgent daydreams about your future with him, and what they were like.

“I don't know,” you admit. “I guess after you applied to teacher’s college, I liked the idea of marrying you, and doing all the domestic things you talked about. Though you were just joking at the time.”

You don't really expect him to remember much about this particular line of teasing. Sure, the man is currently obsessed with marrying you, and maybe he daydreamed about it a little bit when he was younger—but he mostly treated the idea as a funny joke when he was a teenager. All of the teasing has probably blurred together for him over the years. Certainly, it has for you.

But you've never been able to forget this particular memory. It’s one of those small, inconsequential moments that you find yourself incapable of letting go to this day. You loved hearing him talk about getting married, even though it hurt immensely that it was probably just teasing. You loved it because you wanted it. You wanted Suo to teach people because you knew he was good at it and it would make him genuinely happy. You wanted to stop working in the red light district and make a nice and safe home for Suo, just as he'd made a nice and safe home for you. And you wanted to marry him and kiss him and have sex with him and only him for the rest of your life.

You wanted it so badly, it still makes you heart ache to think about it.

He was definitely just teasing you, though. Suo was a sane person at the time, and sane people do not actually plan a marriage and life with someone before dating them or even fucking them. Most importantly, a sane person wouldn't hold onto such a silly joke for so long. Oh, you expect him to say, laughing. You're right, I had nearly forgotten.

But all he does is give you a smile. It's one of his strange, enigmatic ones.

“No, I was quite serious about it,” Suo says, looking right at you.

You stare at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He's being so straightforward, so earnest. Your typical reaction would be to feel flustered, sentimental—but something about his expression and tone bothers you. But before you can suss out what it is, he continues, and the moment passes.

“Was there anything else you ever wanted to do?” he asks smoothly.

You're startled, off-guard. “Oh, um… not really. I never let myself think too much about it.”

“Come on,” he prods. “There must be something.”

“No, I really didn't think of any ideas on my own. Although…”

Your face gets hot as you trail off. Suo senses weakness, and goes in for the kill.

“Although?”

“It's too embarrassing,” you admit, looking away, and Suo looks a little too interested as he pesters you for an answer.

“Come on, it's fine.” His mouth curls in a way that tells you it's not fine. “I promise I won't judge you. I just want to know what I can do to make you happy as your husband.”

You give him an uncertain look, and say your only concrete fantasy about him so quickly and quietly that he misses it.

“Pardon?” he asks.

“...romantic, vanilla sex.”

Suo blinks. “What?”

Your face burns with humiliation.

“I used to think about having romantic, vanilla sex with you. When I was a teenager. A lot.” Said as if you weren't just thinking about it two months ago in a love hotel, and still don't want it now. You wouldn't even bring it up if you didn't think it was necessary. But unfortunately, you're professionally skilled at perceiving people’s sexual interests, and you've perceived that Suo is sexually a freak. He was definitely going easy on you tonight, and is probably actively planning to get worse. You'll never have normal sex with him unless you explicitly state a desire for it.

Suo gives you a surprised look. “That's… a very mundane fantasy.”

“It wouldn't have been mundane to me,” you reply, somewhat defensively. “I used to think about it when I slept with my customers, who weren't very romantic. Or vanilla. So I didn’t really have a good reference point or anything for that kind of sex, but sometimes I still thought about doing it with you after they had left.”

You look away after saying this, wondering why you disclosed all of that. It certainly wasn't necessary for your dream of someday taking Suo’s cock without being psychosexually tortured first. Now you feel like you need to hide. You even think about excuses for stopping the car, and ponder again how difficult it would be to live without proof of identity, if you chose to run away.

But Suo doesn't let you run. He pulls you close to him, wrapping you up in his warmth.

“It's okay,” he says gently, in a voice that reminds you of how he was in his old Furin days. “You'll be okay. I'll make sure of it.” It confuses you deeply, and you turn to ask him what the fuck he's going on about.

You don't even realise you're crying until he starts kissing away your tears.

You can’t understand why you’re weeping. Maybe something strange and hormonal happened while you were having sex, like Suo made you orgasm too hard and all the oxytocin is making you depressed now. Though you think that hormone is supposed to make you happy. You're not sure. You never finished school, so you wouldn't know.

Whatever the reason, you hastily wipe away your tears. A hand rubs at your back, and you let yourself press your face into his shoulder.

“Sorry,” you say quickly.

“Don't apologise. You don't have anything to be sorry for.”

You hesitate as you breathe against the silk threads of his shirt, thinking about how many of his shirts you've ruined with your tears. At least three changshan and one Versace summer piece, by your count. It’s not like he hurts over the money these days, but guilt tugs at your heart.

“I don't know about that,” you mumble into his shoulder. And it takes a while to work yourself up to saying it, but eventually you whisper, with full honesty, “I'm sorry for always worrying you.”

“I know,” Suo says. He sounds sincere when he says, “I’m sorry too.”

“I’ll try to be better from now on.”

“You will be. And even if you aren’t, that's fine.”

For some reason, that makes your heart squeeze.

You melt against Suo after that, listening to the steady roll of tires and passing traffic outside. There's a gentle pitter patter of rain against the car roof, tinny and rhythmic, that gradually crescendos into a proper storm. The windshield wipers squeak against the glass. All of the noise is lulling you into a kind of peace, or maybe you're just feeling that way because Suo is holding you.

Fatigue wears your consciousness, and you close your eyes. The hustle and bustle of the red light district grows distant, faint—partly from slipping in and out of your dreams, and partly from the quieting world outside. It's now completely silent other than the heavy rainfall. You think they must be taking the road through Makochi. Suo asks for it whenever he wants you to sleep well.

He probably thinks you're asleep when he says, “I’m sorry for being how I am now.”

You almost stop breathing. Almost.

“You didn't fall in love with me when I was like this, so you must not like it very much,” he continues. “I know that Master wouldn't like me much either, if he were alive. He always said that you should support your loved ones until they can stand on their own two feet. But lately, I feel like all I've been doing is breaking yours.”

He sighs. The sky groans with distant thunder.

“Sakura knows who I really am, you know,” he says quietly. “I think he's worried about what'll happen to you if we get married. Though he’s been worried about you for a while.” Suo almost sounds endeared when he adds, “Did you know he only texts me now to ask if you're okay? He really does love you.”

He’s more sombre when he continues, “But Nirei is just afraid of me. That’s why he’s never around. He’s going to call you in a week and tell you not to go through with the wedding. He’ll probably tell you to leave me too. It’s good advice.”

It's hard to keep your breathing slow, with how badly your heart hurts.

“I’ve tried to go back to how I was, to the kind of person that Master was trying to raise,” Suo confesses. “But I don't think I can get better.”

But even if you can't, you want to tell him, that’s fine. You wish you could hold him how he's always held you.

“It doesn't usually upset me nowadays,” he admits after some time, “how I am now. But to be honest, talking about our school days did make me feel bitter, because I can't give you the things I know you wanted.”

He kisses the top of your head. Gently, so as not to wake you from your dream.

“I'm sorry I never became a teacher. I'm sorry I joined the yakuza. I'm sorry I can't give you a normal life. And I'm sorry I can’t have an honest conversation with you.”

Silence. You feel his chest stop briefly, his breathing deepen.

“Maybe someday, I'll get better enough to say these things to you while you're awake. Maybe someday, I'll even get better enough to let you leave. It would be best for you.”

His voice gets even softer. Tender.

“But for now, I don't know how to let you go.”

You feel a hand shifting away, the soft noise of leather against skin. Then both arms around you again, even warmer, even tighter. He’s leaning his head against yours. You think Suo is falling asleep.

Allowing yourself a single, quick glance at the car, you peer at your reflections in the rearview mirror. You see sheets of rain sliding against the back window, his dark lashes pressed to his skin, and all the scar tissue he likes to keep hidden away.

And you can see, very clearly, tears beneath his missing eye.

END 'TOKYO VICE'

hi everyone thanks for reading this chapter!!!! i hope it didn't disappoint after all the shitposting i did about it this week lol

can i just say. this was straight up the weirdest sex scene I've ever written HASLKFJSDF and the mood whiplash throughout this was probably the craziest i've ever written within a single piece. unfortunately, this reader copes with her trauma via humour and sex and it really shows rip. i hope it wasn't too offputting!

thank you to everyone who left a comment on part 1!! please do let me know if you enjoyed part 2 as well. <333

tagging @kweenkatsuki-fics and @stuckindreamland06!

[nar-nia]

hi?

im half way done with my exams! would u believe me that i got a notification from tumblr that my "tumblr crush" is posting again when 3 am dropped n i made a mental note to come here when i have a bit of a slower day!

and so i read it as a gift for myself for not giving up on myself after those 3 exams lool! and wow, i missed reading ur beautiful works, i think this fic hit hard cuz i also have a lot of going on and im stressing about everything nothing new tho :(( but it was so lovely, seung was so cuddly and boyfie in this :(( the baby and neck kiss - i cutely passed away, gosh it made me happy so happy reading it was so soul relaxing (?, bear with me i do not know how to explain this), but yeah, never disappointing and always so wonderful! thank u!!! the bestest as always

my oral exam is on Monday >:)) and i will find out the results of the two other exams the same day so that's a lot but hey! half way done! trying to be positive

i hope ure doing okay? ure on ur summer break already? im thinking of u, hoping that ure doing great also kinda stalked u on Twitter? I wanted to see ur cute cat on ur about me post and was omg it's that ur twitter? and i have to say is 1)ure a pretty baby 🥺🩷 2) not the screen shots of my asks CRAZY

ily, have a great weekend!!

- beloved anonie, who thought stopping by would be a good idea and it was!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

HELLOOO 🩷🩷

i missed you, i'm glad you had a slower day for once, you deserve it 🥺

and congratulations for being halfway done with your exam! i hope the rest will be over soon too (but not so soon that it will be too stressful for you). best of luck for your oral exam and for the grades you'll get, i hope it will be a good day for you <33

thank you so much for your words 🥺 i'm glad you liked the story, and i'm sending hee over asap to cuddle you and make you feel better!! (he demands to be your tumblr crush though. he doesn't want competition.)

my uni classes are still ongoing until the end of september, but i only have dutch class once a week so it almost feels like a break. but i'm busy writing applications and stuff in between so at the same time it's also stressful. but apart from that i'm doing well and i hope you are too or will be once the exams are over 🩷

HELP sorry about the screenshots but yes, that's meee 😁 i thought i'd share it since i'm a bit more active on twitter than on here, but i feel honored that you decided to stalk it 🤭 and baby me says thank youuu <33

i love you too, please take good care of yourself 🩷 and just for you a new picture of my cat:

[nomniki]

omg ella!!! hi!! i missed you :( i hope you're doing okay <3

i think i worked out seungynnie's soulmate mark and if im right..... holy shit i will go rabid,, i won't spoil but my brain is braining rn >:) ynnie is literally an insane person i love it like 22 rts??? madness,,, like she is OBSESSED all he said is good morning with a cute pic and she went wild,, you know it's bad when even han jisung of all people has noticed something is up,,, the way her friends are even like it's going too far,, and honestly??? i love to see an insane woman winning it's so deserved,, and the community cat!!! honestly the girls are so real because if my friend has a cat that cat is becoming community property,, and once again i love ningning she is my girl she is my love she is my life everything she says is so real i'm going to kiss her,, and felix pjffbhjskd- he's perpetually down bad i need him to find someone fast i fear we're losing him like how desperate do you need to be-- binnie with a moustache is cute i guess but be fr.......

anyway anyway thank you so much for the update it's so funny as always and i love how we're getting a bit more context and seeing a bit more of the world and the effects of ynnie's deranged behaviour i'm so excited to see where this goes,,, and i really hope you're doing well!! take care of yourself and make sure you're treating yourself,, you really deserve it!! also i love the new theme it's so cute!!! have a great weekend <3 💜

NONNIE IVE MISSED U SM :(( anon if u have figured it out this fast i will be absolutely ASTOUNDED !!! i have faith in ur detective skills tho .. STARDUST IS A SAFE SPACE FOR INSANE WOMEN shes crazy and i won’t apologise for it yn apologists don’t exist bc there’s nothing to apologise for 😱 BOWSER IS LITERALLY THE COMMUNITY CAT yn fighting for her life bc she’s not even secure in her number one spot with him !! felix he’s so :( makes me giggle alw !! no fr felix will be joining yn in her insanity fr — ur so welcome anon,, messages like urs alw motivate me sm :((( i’m excited to see it pan out too i have a crazy amount of ynmin scenarios in mind,, i’m just waiting to develop their dynamic a little more !! i hope ur doing even better nonnie ur the bestest ever <3 and thank u ! SOOOOOOBIN CENTREEEEE he’s so cute have a great weekend too anon <33333

[vaguely-yandere]

OHOHO…I see you liked puppy yan… NOW TIME FOR KITTY YAN!!

kitty yan who you also take in after perhaps walking past them at a hybrid shelter?? you were never planning to have more than one pet, (i mean, you weren’t even planning to take in puppy yan either, it just sorta… happened) but you see the cutie in the window and have to stop by!! there learn that this particular kitty has been brought back to the shelter and abandoned multiple times for its… attitude. despite this, and the workers giving you very doubtful stares as you sign the adoption papers, you still want to give it your best!! you were determined not to give up on this poor poor kitty :((

when you get back home, puppy yan is near tears and knocks you over in a giant bear (puppy) hug, tail furiously wagging, the moment you step through the front door!! they were waiting for you for FOREVER, they missed you so so much, what took you so lo-

what’s that smell?

puppy yan stops in their tracks abruptly, sniffing you. you smelled like another hybrid. puppy yan IMMEDIATELY deflates and starts whimpering. we’re you with other hybrids other than them? you sigh and figure this is as good a time as any to tell your pup that they’re going to get a new friend soon. a kitty, to be exact.

and puppy is DISTRAUGHT. when i tell you they leave your arms and run away in a mess of tears and whines and cries, something they’ve never done EVER, since they insist on being stuck to you like glue whenever you’re home. you can hear them sobbing in their pet bed they never use (since they always insist sleeping in your room) and you feel strangely guilty, but your decision is set. still, you feel for your poor pup and begin walking towards the source of their cries so that you can begin damage control (even though the damage has already been done!! in puppy’s eyes… you’re replacing them.)

you try to explain that kitty yan reminded you so much of puppy when you first saw them. alone, scared, and very untrusting of the world. you just wanted to help, seeing as how puppy yan had gotten so much better under your care since you first met them. you thought you could do the same with kitty yan, you tell puppy. but they’re still not convinced. since you began your half apology/explanation, they’ve moved into your lap and buried their face into your neck. theyre quite big and don’t fit in your arms completely, but that just means you have to hold them tighter, so they don’t mind. still, your arms don’t bring them as much comfort as they usually do. all they can think about is the new cat coming to take their place. theyre going crazy with worry and grief, they’re not sure if they could share you!!

meanwhile, back at the shelter, a very love struck kitty sits in its cage. when kitty yan saw you through the bars of their kennel today, they swear they fell in love. they adored the way you scratched their ears and promised them a better home with you. eyes glazing over in love and hope, they dream of the day where they would finally be in your arms . you had to be different from all their previous owners, right? you were just so angelic and perfect… you wouldn’t get rid of them like the rest… right? right?

OHHHHH i could go on about this forever. how puppy will continue to sulk in the days leading up to kittys arrival. how kitty will react to puppy being at your place, somethjnf they didn’t expect!! how puppy and kitty would fight for your attention and spot on the bed. ohhh the possible angst and possessive yandere possibilities!! AAAAAA

ALSO PLSPLSPS U CALLING ME HORNY. i mean ik ur right but still. get ur head out of the gutter, sunny!! GET. IT. OUT!!! chami is onto you!!!

- sunny <3

i imagine puppy yan would regularly kick kitty yan right off the bed because, well, kitty yan is smaller and is much easier to cuddle and the first few nights with them together is difficult! puppy yan is pouting, kitty yan is trying to sleep on top of you, its hot and humid, both of them keep fighting but eventually, they both finally fall asleep and the heat dies down and you finally get to sleep while being cuddling on both sides,, <3 so sweet!

and then the daily fighting starts. puppy yan tries to get you alone for some 'private' time, kitty yan ruins it, kitty yan tries to snuggle with you and then literally gets stepped on, the only time theres peace is when its their daily nap time!

i think that they would start getting along pretty quickly though after both of them realize how much you love each of them (and after they realize its rly rly fucking hot watching the other please you)

after that, they get scary. you complain about someone at work? well, kitty yan is brave enough to leave the house and puppy yan is willing to go anywhere as long as someone is with them (both of them are scared of getting lost so they both write down your address on their arms... despite having it on their collars...) and, well, no one is going to question you when the annoying coworker dies and no one would believe kitty yan or puppy yan did it! its a win win!

and its just so cute, imagining them sandwiching you, both so needy and desperate for you,,, <3 i also think kitty yan wouldnt have as high of a libido as puppy yan (but still v high) so when you arent home and puppy yan is feeling so, so lonely, kitty yan is more than happy to put your clothes on and provide some 'comfort' ;3

and if you walk in on them, kitty yan is just so embarrassed and tries to hide their face and puppy yan just cant stop pounding into them, face pressed against their chest so they can smell your shirt, tail going nuts and if puppy yan looks up and sees you? they just lose it!

or just imagine coming home from work to kitty yan laying on the couch in your clothes, a completely fucked out look on their face, legs spread, TV still playing those "Calming Video For Pets" videos and puppy yan pouncing on you, tail wagging, just so so happy youre back home. so cute!!

and dont worry about having your mind in the gutter, sunny!!! mine is too <3

[gingeraleluke]

weird request but i have these pjs with cats and books on them and i wanna know what vinnies reaction would be if you wore them ur first sleepover together😭❤️‍🩹 do u think u could write a blurb or a short story abt it?😁

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie’s girlfriend has her first sleepover at the hype house 🤍

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: adorable fluff, some swearing, nervous!vinnie, doing a mini ‘what’s in my bag’ while your boyfriend analyzes everything

𝗔/𝗡: this was kinda all over the place, but i wanted to get it out for you anon!! sorry it took a while, my life has been crazy

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“hold on, i’ll get him.”

thomas walked up the stairs and up to vinnie’s door, knocking quietly. “vinnie, your girlfriend is here.”

vinnie immediately sat up from his sprawled out position.

my girlfriend?

he rubbed his eyes and quickly started cleaning up his room, not expecting you to see it today. despite dating for a few months, you had never been to the hype house and therefore, never been in his room. it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go, it was vinnie that was the problem.

you were super intimidating to him and very mature for your age. overall, he had never dated a girl like you before and he was scared that you wouldn’t fit in at the house, so you two spent time at your place instead.

until now.

while vinnie was in his room panicking, you were downstairs wondering whether or not you should have come.

it was an impulse decision and after only making it 20 minutes into a romcom movie, you were lonelier than ever and needed vinnie. you knew that he didn’t have the best day so you figured that a surprise visit would cheer him up, but now you weren’t so sure.

in this moment, you felt shitty for showing up at 1am without any warning. not knowing if you should take your shoes off or not, you slid them off just in case.

“he’s coming.” thomas stated, trotting down the stairs and meeting you at the front door.

“i’m-i’m sorry for just showing up unannounced—“

“no, it’s not even like that, you’re good! um, just most of us are tired. it was kinda a long day, but i promise, it’s a pleasure to have you here so don’t feel bad.” thomas smiled, closing the door behind you.

feeling relieved, you smiled and thanked him.

“so kouvr and alex aren’t in their rooms so i think they’re out right now, but they should be back any minute so if you hear anyone at the door, just let them in. the door locks automatically and sometimes alex leaves without the key. um, anything in the fridge is fair game so feel free to help yourself. i’m not sure if you’re planning on just heading to bed, but don’t worry about being loud because when you’re down hear, it’s kinda hard to hear from upstairs so you guys can chill down here or go upstairs, whatever you want is fine.” thomas continued, doing whatever he could to make you feel at home.

“um if you guys want to leave for any reason, that’s fine. this is my key, i’m trusting you with it so just don’t—don’t lose it. andddd…that’s it, i think!”

“thank you so much!”

“of course, well….vinnie should be down any second so i’m gonna go to bed. see you in the morning?”

you nodded, thanking him again as he walked up the stairs, passing vinnie. he put a hand on vinnie’s shoulder and smiled over at you, “have fun you two.”

vinnie blushed, looking you up and down. “what the hell are you doing here?”

“i’m sorry—“ you were interrupted as vinnie picked you up in his arms, feeling your legs wrap around his torso. once he put you down, he leaned down and kissed you, hoping that you couldn’t tell how nervous he was.

“i just missed you and thought i’d come say hi.”

“no, that’s fine! i just wish that i knew so i could have cleaned up a bit. you’re gonna freak out when you see my room…”

“oh, please. it can’t be that bad.”

“you wanna see?”

you nodded frantically, following him up the stairs. “okay, but you need to promise that you won’t break up with me…”

“oh, stop.”

when he opened his bedroom door, it was definitely messier than you’d like but wasn’t as bad as he made it seem. “here’s my room. gross right?”

“no!” your voice cracked, making vinnie glare at you. “i’m joking, it’s fine! you just need to pick up these clothes.”

dropping your bag on his bed, you instinctively started grabbing the articles of clothing that you could find.

“thank you, mom.” he joked.

“you’re right, huh? your mom would love this. i could just come over and clean up after you.”

“or you could stay?”

“yeah, i could live in your laundry basket.” you remarked, getting back off of your knees to look at him. “are these clothes dirty?”

“i mean…no?”

“vin, they’re on the floor.” vinnie looked at you, analyzing your words before smiling suspiciously.

you rolled your eyes and put the clothes in a bin for him. “i can help you do your laundry in the morning, since you clearly don’t know what you’re doing.”

“thank you. what would i do without you?” he squeezed you in his arms, still feeling somewhat nervous.

“what were you doing when i got here?”

“sleeping…” he muttered, sheepishly.

“aww, i’m sorry. go back to sleep! i can leave if you want—“

“no! no, stay. it can be our first sleepover.” he plopped on his bed, his grip on your arm bringing you down with him. you didn’t reply and instead sent him a small smile.

“this bag is cute.” he grabbed the strap of the mini backpack, analyzing the pattern. it was pastel pink with milk cartons and strawberries on it. his curiosity got the best of him and he fumbled with the zipper.

“hey! don’t look through it.”

“why? what’s in it?”

opening up the bag, you fumbled with the contents inside. “just the important stuff.”

“come on, you’re a youtuber. show me like i’m your viewer.” he pleaded.

“no!”

“please! i’m interested and it’ll be fun!” he whined. you muttered a quick ‘weirdo’ under your breath, before complying.

“i packed… this perfume.” you handed the heart-shaped bottle to your boyfriend, watching him open and inspect it.

“wifey?” he read the words written on the bottle.

“yeah, it’s the name of it. it’s a kim kardashian perfume i think..”

vinnie opened the bottle and sniffed the top. “i don’t smell anything.”

“you might have to spr—“ you were cut off by vinnie spraying his pillow.

“vinnie!”

“now i can smell it.” he grabbed the pillow and inhaled, smirking. “it smells like you! it’s pretty.”

“you’re a goofball.” you chuckled, taking the bottle from him and putting it down.

“keep going, this is fun.”

boys.

“this bottle of lotion.” you handed it to him, grinning. “so interesting, i know.”

“IS THAT YOUR SWITCH?!” he exclaimed, reaching into the bag and pulling out the red and blue tablet.

“yes, now hands off!” you swatted him away.

“what game did you bring?”

“you’ll just have to see…” you smirked, emptying out more items from the bag.

“toothbrush, hair brush, makeup bag… and my pajamas.” you stated, seated in a cris-cross position. you were confused when you saw the expression your boyfriend was making.

“pajamas?”

“yeah.” you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at him. “what about it?”

“nothing! go change.”

sticking your tongue out at him, you got up and changed in his bathroom. he had millions of ideas as to what you slept in, but when you walked out in your cat pajamas, his jaw dropped.

“what? you don’t like them?”

“no!” he got up, grabbing your waist. “no, it’s just… not what i was expecting..”

“yeah! they’re cute! they have these little cats and these books on them and it’s super soft—“ you stopped talking when you saw the amusement in his eyes. “you’re making fun of me aren’t you?”

“what?!”

you pouted and turned around, heading for the bathroom to go lock yourself in there and hopefully melt into the ground.

“no, y/n. i genuinely love them! i just didn’t think you were the ‘cat pajama’ type of person!” he grabbed your shoulders, keeping you still in front of him so that you couldn’t storm away.

“you don’t think i’m weird or silly?”

“no? who the fuck would think that? it’s pajamas, y/n! you look adorable in them. it’s honestly a major turn on…”

you cocked your head to the side, “what do you mean?”

“well i’ve always been somewhat intimidated by you and… i don’t know— you’re just really mature and confident and i just thought that you would wear something less playful when you sleep. it’s stupid, i just am happy that i get to see this side of you…” he blushed, kissing the top of your head gingerly, as if he was afraid you’d break.

“i’m glad that you like my pajamas, but just because i tend to be professional, doesn’t mean that you should be intimidated by that… you know how goofy i can be! and i love all of the quirks you have, even if you think i don’t.”

vinnie’s face lit up at your words as he tried to keep his buckling knees balanced.

“i love your cat pajamas and you love my messy room.” vinnie nodded.

“um…i don’t necessarily love your messy room—“

“alright, just shut up and get in bed so we can snuggle and watch netflix.” vinnie demanded, following after you under the blankets until you stopped him.

“we need popcorn.”

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@radioblah-blah @sofslander

[anotherhellchild]

📂 Not sure if you're into this but considering you're bakugou centric I figured it would be cool if you could do a little bakubowl pls. Only if you want to though if course. Oh, and also I think that you are honestly a wonderful writer. Thanks for your service.

I usually keep things gen and I haven’t really done anything ship related before, to be honest I just don’t really know how to write stuff like that. Having said that though, I definitely don’t mind giving it a try! I’m gonna do my best but pls keep in mind that I don’t really know what I’m doing so don’t expect too much! 😳😳

(Also anon, ur really sweet thank you so much! 🥺 hope u like this:) )

It’s been a really fucking shitty week for Katsuki. He was away on an internship the week before and now he has five assignments due, three exams to take and a lot of homework to catch up on. He’s stressed, tired and he’s barely got any time to fucking breathe because he still needs to keep his usual training schedule up and he needs to tutor his idiot squad too.

All in all, Katsuki’s busy as fuck right now and just has a lot on his mind.

Or in other words: ‘The Beast of 1a’ has been overworking himself like crazy -again- and it’s really starting to show. Living off of coffee, energy drinks and very little sleep isn’t doing Katsuki much good. The class is even pretty sure that the boy’s been forgetting to eat meals. 

Honestly, the behaviour is very unlike Katsuki, but this has happened before. 

Still though, the class is pretty worried. Shoji saw Katsuki walk into a wall last Thursday so it’s for good reason too.

Despite their concern however, the class can’t help but stare at Katsuki when he gets like this. 

It’s cute.

The boy walks around either unfocussed or extremely focussed. He’ll be wearing loose jogging pants, fuzzy socks and oversized hoodies, sometimes there’ll be a blanket draped over his head held tight between his arms, like he’s hugging himself. Light purple circles will hang from red, slightly dazed eyes and his cheeks will be slightly flushed too. His hair is constantly messy (more so than usual) but it’s in this adorable way that just makes it look even poofier than it already is, plus it’s very often tied in a tiny ponytail on top of his head or it’ll be pushed back with little hair clips or a headband. 

He’s just so freaking adorable. Wandering around like a little puppy, searching the kitchen for food, or heading out the door for a run.

It’s almost kind of funny, the class never knows if they’re going to accidentally run into their angry neighborhood hedgehog, because said hedgehog will emerge from his room at the most random times. Sightings can range from anytime it’s dark outside to anytime it’s light outside and there is no in between because there is literally no in between, that time slot goes around the clock. There’s also absolutely no pattern or any other way to indicate when and if Katsuki’s going to emerge either, 1a just kinda has to hope he’ll come downstairs the same time they’re downstairs.

And thus, it gets to the point where everybody’s downstairs, constantly. Just so that they can maybe catch a glimpse of their lost puppy Katsuki for a brief moment.

The best part of all of this though, is that Katsuki’s oblivious dumbass doesn’t even realize what’s going on. He’s way too focussed on other things to notice the way the common area goes quiet whenever he enters, 19 pairs of eyes immediately latch onto him. He’s just so damn cute!

Anyway, the best best part about this, is that in general, it’s way easier to do things for Katsuki without him realizing/ finding out and getting offended or suspicious about it or whatever. 

Kaminari will always have hair ties and clips with him so he can wordlessly hand them to Katsuki when one of his breaks or gets lost.

Sato will cook/bake like crazy and prepare snacks for everyone, he makes sure to make some extra for Katsuki and always puts those to the side for him.

Sero and Jiro will casually (and silently) go study with Katsuki in his room, just so the boy has some company and some people to keep an eye on him. Tokoyami will join them from time to time as well.

Koda will get any random animal to show Katsuki, it gives the boy a tiny break and something else to focus on for a moment. Plus the look of wonder in those red eyes is always to die for. Koda also lends his bunny or finds a cat that Katsuki can take up to his room, the animal will sit in Katsuki’s lap as he works and the boy’ll absentmindedly pet it. Oh and Shoji helps Koda find the animals so it’s a joint effort.

Momo makes tea or other beverages, she brings it up to Katsuki and makes sure he’s getting enough to drink/eat. Aoyama and Asui will come with her to check up on the boy themselves every now and then too.

Ojiro has an insane amount of stationary so he’ll always be there to provide Katsuki with any paper, ruler, marker, pen or pencil he needs. Ojiro has it all.

Midoriya does his best to not provoke Katsuki too much. Him and Iida are the ones that provided Katsuki with all the notes he missed whilst he was gone.

Kirishima just buys Katsuki a bunch of shit. He makes sure to keep it subtle though. “Oh yeah, I found this hoodie in the back of my closet! You can have it, otherwise I’m going to throw it out.” “Hey dude, I was just at the store and these chocolate bars were buy one get one free! Here you go!”

Uraraka, Ojiro and Asui are all pretty good cooks so they’ve made dinner for Katsuki a couple times now. All of them make sure to make his portion extra spicy because they know that’s Katsuki’s favorite.

Hagakure’s the one who’s secretly taking pictures of sleepy Katsuki to share with the rest of the class, she’s a godsend in everyone's eyes.

Mina checks up on Katsuki every night. She’ll come by a couple different times to make sure her boy’s eaten enough and she’ll ask if he needs anything (water, food, blanket, a new pen, you name it!) She and the rest of the Bakusquad also send a bunch of memes so Katsuki can have a laugh whenever he decides to take a break.

Shinso always stays in the common area until late in the night because he’s learned that Katsuki tends to wander down there pretty often when he gets like this. The blond will be half asleep and he’ll come down because he either just finished whatever he was doing and needed to get ready for bed, wanted a snack, had a nightmare or was about to go for a late night/ early morning workout. He’ll handle things differently depending on the situation, but it’s usually pretty easy for Shinso to guide the boy to the couch and gently lean against him until he falls asleep, or they both do.

Todoroki is always there whenever Katsuki goes to workout. Whether the blond’s planning on just going for a run, doing an entire boot camp type training or if he just wants to fight, Todoroki makes sure to always be there. Sometimes that means Todoroki needs to stay awake till ungodly hours but he doesn’t care, he’s glad to be by Katsuki’s side and it’s for the better too. Katsuki sometimes needs someone there with him to make sure he doesn’t pass out and Todoroki’s just the one who does that. It’s a pretty important roll.

At the end of the day, the class knows it’s best to just try and leave Katsuki to do what he needs to as much as possible. As long as they keep a careful eye on the boy, and make sure he doesn’t implode, then this ‘mood’ or ‘state’ -whatever you wanna call it- usual passes after a week or two. It’s worrisome, yes, but they know the class’ bomb is gonna be fine. 

Besides, him being like this gives them a great excuse to treat him like the cute lil’ baby he is.

[bread0nhead]

Whisker me away~ 18+

Shiggy x F!Neko-reader

Warning: smut, breeding kink, language

Request: Hey love I hope ur having a good day, can u please write a little story where the reader joins the LOV and has a cat like quirk ( and can turn into a cat) and shigaraki just falls in love with them. ( btw can u write some smut and can u make shigaraki shy, insecure and cute) 💕 - ANON

“No... absolutely not. You can not just bring a dirty stray cat in here. Get it out.”

“Dirty stray cat? Excuse me?”

Everyone except for Toga holding the small cat in her arms were in shock when they heard the small feline speak.

“She’s not a stray! She’s a really pretty girl that I recruited! She’s so cuuuute I want to stabby stab!”

Your tail fluffed up double in size from the terrifying comment from the small blonde currently holding you. Eager to get away from the crazy, you pounce out, landing all fours on the cold wood flooring.

“I assure you, my coat is very clean!”

With your rebuttal, bright lights circled around you- revealing your true human form. If everyone was shocked before, they are absolutely mind fucked when this small (h/c) cat turned into a beautiful woman. You brush your fingers through your hair and bat your dazzling (e/c) around the group standing before you. Your eyes landed on the leader of the group. You recognized him from the media, his periwinkle hair, long slender form and the disembodied hand covering his face. He was rather intimidating in person. His red eyes piercing through, and the cold dead hand clearly did not warm up his character. Your ears dropped down and your tail curled between your legs. Ugh, you hate how your feline side gives away your mood. Trying to put on a brave front, you take in a sharp breath and march over to Tomura Shigaraki- determines to impress your (hopefully) future leader.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N!”

Silence... okay... this is a little awkward. Must be a tough guy kinda thing!”

“I am very inspired by your actions, and eager to see you change this society for the better!”

Silence again... okay, what the hell do I have to do to impress this guy?!

“Uh, well, as you saw earlier..” your index claw lightly scratches at your cheek “... I am able to turn into a cat, I also have cat like reflexes, I can see in the dark, my smell in far superior, I also have these sharp teeth and claws! I... I think I’ll be a good asset to the team. If you’ll have me?”

Silence.... you have to got to be kitten me...

“Hey boss-man... the girl is talking to ya...” Dabi cringed at the awkward interaction (if he could call it that) before him. What no one realized was the internal panicking going on inside Shigarakis head. What the fuck she is so cute! She’s so small, but those eyes are so big! Oh shit, I missed everything she said! Fuckin speak, damnit!

“.....okay....”

Nice.

“Ummm.... okay? Thank you?”

Shigaraki started picking at his neck while giving you a confirming hum before walking away to his room.

“Okay! Well that was weird! Let me show you to your room! We can be best friends and do each other’s nails and hair and talk about boys! I like this boy, Izuku!”

“I don’t think he likes me.”

“Don’t worry kitten, he doesn’t like anyone.” Dabi snickered.

Toga and Twice lead you to your new room, which apparently is next to you bosses. You could hear what sounded like Fire Emblem coming from behind his door. The walls are pretty thin, so you could hear everything in the game as if he was playing in your own area. After getting settled in, Toga and Twice paraded off letting you finally relax for the night. The room was dark, dusty, and had absolutely no taste. You started to wonder if this was a good idea. Pushing those thoughts aside, you relaxed on your bed, curling up into the blankets. It felt so good to finally rest your paws! However, there was no way you would be able to fall asleep with all the noise coming from the shared wall with Shigaraki. You really wanted to play too, you love Fire Emblem and playing with new toys. Your ears perked up with the sounds, your tail began to slowly wag. That’s it! You are going over there, and asking to watch him play! Maybe he will be more friendly this time?

Knocking on his door, you could hear his feet shuffling around with a deep grown and various colorful words.

“What!? Oh.... hi”

“Hi! By any chance are you playing Fire Emblem?”

“.... yes”

Yeeesh, what a chatter box.

“Oh! I love that game! Can I play with you? Or I can just watch!”

You couldn’t see it behind the gray hand, but his face was turning bright red and he was beginning to sweat from the anxiety. He felt like such an idiot getting worked up like this, you’re just a damn girl! He’s not like this to Toga, so why the hell is he so worked up?

“Sure.”

Opening his door wider, gesturing for you to come in. His hand feaverishly scratches at his neck. You looked around at how messy the room was. How is he supposed to lead an organization, when he can’t even organize?! But once your eyes locked on to the pretty lights beaming from the monitor, your tail begins to wag again and your ears are peaked up. Your mouth curls into a cute cat like smile and Tomura can even hear you purring. Your tail lifted up your pleated skirt just a bit from the wagging, he got a quick peak at the cute frilly panties you had on under. Tomura could feel his jeans get tighter. To prevent you from seeing his erection, Tomura quickly sits down on his bed, placing a pillow over his lap. He picks his controller back up and begins to play again. Mindlessly, you curl up next to him and watch in awe as the bright pixels illuminated your eyes. Playing was so damn hard next to you, such a distraction. Your shirt showed so much cleavage from his angle too. He couldn’t win any of the battles. Feeling like a huge idiot, he tosses the controller over to you with a frustrated moan. Your whole body bolts up with energy from your curled position, to sitting on the edge of his bed. Your tail wiggled around, and you were practically bouncing with excitement. You managed to beat the boss battle, and Tomura hated being shown up. But... he would have won if you weren’t so damn cute.

“You... really like this game.”

“Yeah! I have played them all! Even the mobile version!”

Tomura thought it was so adorable how excited you sounded over a game. Palming the pillow lower into his lap, he is painfully reminded the effects you have on him.

“You can keep playing. I’m done. I have already beat this game, so don’t worry about it.”

You were elated to be spending this time with your boss, and getting to play your favorite game again. Scooching further back in the bed, you’re side by side with Tomura. Your leg keeps brushing against his every time you move. Your shoulders are touching, he can feel the heat off your body. Your tail is curled next to him, gently wiggling. Tomura is fixated on your tail, it’s just... so cute. Without even thinking, the back of him hand strokes your tail making you yelp in surprise.

“Oh shit, sorry! I don’t know what I was doing...”

“Nonono, it’s okay! It just surprised me. I actually like being pet! Kinda... a cat thing I guess.”

You drop your head onto the pillow still resting on his lap. Your tail picks up speed and the purring starts up again. Tomura tensed up from the sudden contact. His hand is hover over your head, while your still playing the game. His fingers twitch at the thought of touching you in a way he has never done before. To Tomura, it felt like time has stopped and the weight of his hand was unbearable. Holding his breath, he finally starts to pet your hair with the back of his hand. You are so soft! Your ears drooped just a bit, showing your relaxed state. Fascinated by how cute they are, Tomura pinches both earls lightly and start to circle his fingers around the soft fur. He could tell you were enjoying this by how loud your purring got. Not too shortly into the calming pets, you fall asleep in his lap.

The sun peaking through the blinds making your eyes squint, releases a quiet yawn. You stick your butt in the air and arch your back, stretching your arms infront of you. Cat stretches. When your body woke up, you realized you weren’t in your room. Next to you was your boss completely knocked out next to you. He still had cloths on, that’s a good sign! You get really close to his face to just stare at this, sniffing him face here and there. Your tail floofed up from the sudden groggy groan coming from the sleeping man before you. You watch as his eyes opened, showing his stunning red. The realization that you were nose to nose with him, alerted him to jump awake and scurry in the bed trying to get space. He tried to hide his heated face with the back of his hand.

“Y-you fell asleep... here.”

“Yeah, I do that. Ahh~ nothing like a good petting to just knock me out.”

Tomuras eyes darted anywhere beside your direction, trying to avoid looking at you. This was way too much for him, especially at such an hour. He would never say it, but he loved the thought up waking up to you- how cute your bed head looked, and the sleepy look on your face. Too fucking cute.

Every night since you joined the LOV, you and Tomura played games until you passed out from his comfy pets. You haven’t slept a single night in your own bed. You don’t even know what sleeping in the bed they provided was like. You both enjoyed each others company, plus you were a pretty good gaming partner. You started running campaigns together in Diablo, so you both spent hours on hours together. Alone. In his room. At very late hours. Hours where everyone else was probably asleep. Unable to hear. Thinking about it always lit up his face, and his cock.

Tomura kept checking the digital clock on this laptop. You should have been back from your mission hours ago. It’s already so late, you’re usually already half way done with a campaign game by now. Where the hell are you?

The door to your room clanks shut. Tomura perks up from his seated position and walks over to your room. Because he’s the boss, and obviously because he needs a run down of the mission. NOT because he missed you. Nonono, he just needed a report... yeah.

Three light knocks tap against the wooden door. You decide to ignore the sounds, and curl back into your ball. A moment of silence is then followed by another set of three knocks.

“Not now, Tomu...”

You didn’t have to ask who it was. You knew. And it was the one person you wanted nothing to do with at the moment. The new pet name made Tomuras heart beat faster. He needed to know you were okay, he needed to see you. Throwing caution to the wind he decides to open the door to your room anyways. You shoot him a nasty look for ignoring your request. But your features begin to soften up when you see his handsome face. His slender toned body. His candy red eyes. You could smell his pheromones dripping from his skin. Your eyes don’t come off of him as he walks closer to you, eventually taking a seat next to you. Tomura lets out a long sigh when he sees you are fine. Giving three pats to his lap, he signals you to cuddle up to his lap as you always do. Your eyes focus on his lap, thinking about what is hidden under his tight jeans. Cheeks heating up and you could feel a small amount of drool cornering your lips. So many lewd thoughts raced in your mind. Your body was begging for his seed. You needed it like you needed air.

“What are you staring at?”

Opting out of the usual of resting your head on his lap, you go for all of it. You stand up in front of him, mind completely clouded of primal instincts to mate. You dip your hands under your skirt, and pull down your wet panties. Tomuras mouth drops and he’s fumbling for any string of words he can muster. You straddle both legs around his waist, wet cunt placed directly on his clothed cock. He could feel your wetness bleeding through his fabric. You rocked your hips back and forth, feeling the friction rubbing against your sex. A soft wimper sang on your voice. The erotic sound made Tomura moan with his mouth still hanging open. The feeling had him bucking up into you, trying to feel as much as he could. This was so new to him, he is far to socially inept to ever have a moment like this with a girl before. His eyes rolled back as you continued to grind down on him.

“Nnnh, I’m sorry Tomu...”

His eyes fluttered back open and locked onto you. There’s that name nickname again. So fucking cute.

“I-ah- I stayed out super late because I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry... I can’t help it now- ahhh- I need you! Please, Tomu, I need you to breed me! Fuck me full! Fill me with your seed! Make me nothing but your breeding bitch!”

He didn’t have time to think about what the you were saying, the moment you said you needed him- it was game over. Lust filled his mind- his dick replaced his brain. Gripping your shirt with both hands, he turned the fabric into dust. His mouth latched onto the top of your tits that were spilling out of your bra. As his lips sucked on the skin, turning the spot red. Tomura made work of turning your bra into nothing. Your tits bounced as they came free, making Tomura whisper under his breath a pool of profanity. His mouth hooked onto your perk nipple and the other hand pinched and played with the other breast. You were panting, moaning, chanting his name. You flooded him pants with your juices. The grinding sped up, trying to get any kind of release. You couldn’t wait any longer... you needed it now. Swinging to his side, your hands fumbled around the button and zipper of his pants. Tomura stands up to let the jeans fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock was on full display before you. Within seconds, you wrapped your mouth around the base of his shaft- chockin on his length. You had no patience- you wanted cum. That simple. Bobbing your throat along his cock, you gag as it hit the back of your mouth. Tomura didn’t even have to grab the back of your head to force you to go faster or deeper. You were sucking his dick like a god damn professional. Frantic fast movements, sopping wet sucking, taking every single inch of his cock. Tomura held onto the chair behind him for support, you were moving so fast and hard he had to brace himself. He was sure he was going to pass out from the pleasure. His toes started to curl and his grunts got louder. He was screaming your name telling you how much of a good slut you are. His sex kitten. You knew everyone could hear, and it just made you all the wetter. His cum filled your mouth, the warm salty thick liquid glided down your throat as you swallowed every single drop. Tomura was panting and sweating, his high was riding for so long. While he was still on cloud nine, you grab his waist, turning him around and pushing him down on the bed.

“What are you doing? Ah! Fuck!”

You shoved his cock into your pussy, riding it with such great speed. You squatted over his dick, bouncing up and down, letting your tits jiggle in Tomuras face.

“I need more! I need you to breed me! Fill me until my womb is bursting with your cum!”

You were loud- you were sure everyone else was probably pleasuring themselves to your sexual demands. Tomura gripped onto your hips, with his pinkies raised, and slammed you down onto his length until his head kissed your cervix. You were both screaming and moaning. Covered in drool, sweat, cum. You looked like a filthy slut, and he was fucking loving it. Your hips grinded on him in all directions. You felt his cock inside of you poking at your walls, completely rearranging your guts. As your tongue pulled out of your mouth, eyes rolled back in your head, your cunt releases itself all over Tomuras naked body. Milking him hard, he feels his balls tighten up again- releases his second load inside of you. Your pussy sucked up everything he had, filling you with his seed. But you weren’t done. You still needed more. You continue fucking his cock, making Tomura a screaming crying mess. He was overstimulated, his dick was red and sore. It felt like his whole body turned numb, and all he could feel was the explosive feeling in his dick. But you kept going- your humping became frantic and sloppy. Going too fast to have any kind of rhythm. The bed was moving from its original position with the force of your fucking. You kept this up for two hours- causing Tomura to release inside you an additional three times. By the end of it, you were oozing out his cum as your womb was stuffed with his seed. You both were panting and lying there naked. Cum was everywhere. The room smelt like sex. Scratch marks littered the floor from the feet of the bed being tossed around so much. The covers and blankets scattered all over the room. Every square foot of the room looked like it has been fucked in. Your body could finally relax as it absorbed his essence inside of you. You curled up onto his naked body, purring from utter bliss. Tomura stroked your tail until you finally fell asleep.

In the morning, you explained to Tomura that every month you go into heat. It hurts really bad, and you didn’t want to scare him off since you also explained how you like his as more than a friend. Tomura decided to lock down the relationship, saying you should never have to go through heat alone again. Really, he just doesn’t want to share that pussy with anyone. Everyone cracked jokes about that night for a week, mocking Tomura with childish comments and mimicking all the dirty things he screamed in the night. After that night, every night ended with kitty cuddles, video games and getting completely dicked down until you were a crying begging mess.

“Goodnight, Kitten...”

/END

[arminiloveyou]

heyo, can i get both an aot and jjk romantic male matchup? if only one, then jjk pls :))

looks: i’m like 5’5 (i think, maybe 5’6) asian, have glasses, dark hair that stops at my chest

positive traits: understanding, honest, trustworthy (tho i may tell my best friend smthn you tell me…), friendly, attentive, fast replier (yes that matters lots), ppl tell me i’m funny

negative traits: pessimistic, unmotivated, sometimes i say things without thinking and regret it later, can get jealous a bit easy

mbti: isfp

— lawful neutral

— enneagram 9

likes: animanga, talking with my friends, would like to hang out with them but yeah, food yup

dislikes: bugs, rude/loud/obnoxious people

in a relationship…

— i appreciate honesty and loyalty

— i dislike when they don’t know boundaries

— i don’t mind their personality, as long as it isn’t the basic bad stuff

if ur doing hcs, gimme some angst ones not gonna lie 💀

hiiiii hope you enjoy your matchup!!!

for jujutsu kaisen i match you with…

toge inumaki

absolute sweetheart. you two would get along sooo well. he’d never put an uncomfy amount of pressure but he’d try n help push you to be a better you n motivate you to accomplish everything you wish to get done. direct with his love. prepare to be spammed by the cutest boy. “ahhhh!!!! y/n!!! can i come over!!!! i want cuddles!! going to lay in your lap!!! like a cat!!!! meow!!!! please!!!!” he’s a dork sometimes but he has a serious side to him of course “y/n, i hope i don’t seem like i’m disappointed in u. it’s just i know u struggle with motivation so i want to help encourage u n lift that burden. don’t worry please. i think ur the best. i love u seriously. if i’m not helping or u don’t want my help that’s okay just tell me plz, i am here for whatever u need n want. u can depend on me. i am urs.” he’s gotten use to having limited speech but it stings him sooo deeply when it comes to you. he wishes he could be “normal” n tell you his feelings out loud. he wants to make your heart swoon from his voice. the only thing that brings him comfort about the situation is his confidence in being able to protect you.

for attack on titan i match you with…

eren jaeger

okay… he’d never intentionally do it… but he loves when you’re jealous. he feels like it’s proof you actually like him. (is he me?) i feel like he’s easy to get along with n he’d be a total golden retriever boyfriend. i think he’s quite reserved though he’d definitely get sooo giddy about you. he’d never leave you worrying of his feelings for you. also, if you’re ever like venting about how you wanted to hang with your friends but they couldn’t he’d be like “let’s go do something!!!” he’s also a total “i miss you….:(((“ when he saw you a couple hours ago typa person. he sometimes has nightmares where you leave him n they completely break his heart, he’s needy the next day n extra touchy, with even bigger puppy dog eyes than usual, but he never tells you about the nightmares cause he doesn’t wanna scare you off :( he fears you’ll think he’s crazy or dramatic. when he misses you he lays in bed n just stares at the ceiling. he’s in love with you please go see him now!!! sometimes he’ll take your glasses off your face n put em on for fun

[deeneee]

Stupid Name [Leon x Reader]

Note:  Just did something simple this time :) I apologize if Leon seems a little OOC? It was fun writing this chapter nonetheless! 

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Just like before, you and Leon separated once again. You guys exchanged numbers again, since Leon got a new number, and the reason was, "I've got stalkers, you know" and you obviously did not believe that. . .maybe you kind of believed him, because Leon? Leon Scott Kennedy? He is hot as hell and you honestly don't blame the ladies (but, still stalking isn't okay). Now that you think of it, it's been, like, four days since you've seen the handsome agent. But, honestly, it felt like you just saw him yesterday. You were sitting down on your couch, watching Tom and Jerry, and once again, your flip phone dinged. You laughed to yourself and picked it up, clicking the buttons to head to the messages. 

Leon: what r u doing rn?

Sent 10:03 AM 

Me: Watching a cartoon

Sent 10:03 AM

Leon: that's crazy me too

Sent 10:04 AM

Me: Yeah? ur wack

Sent 10:04 AM

You snorted and closed your flip phone, turning your attention back to the screen. Surprisingly, you had a week off, while Leon did not. You weren't surprised, since he's a very bad ass agent. Ever since the both of you reunited, he had been in constant touch with you. He was always sending you texts and he would call you randomly at times. Anyways, it has only been four days. Now that you think of it, what the heck is he doing texting you and watching cartoons while he was working? Your phone dinged and you checked your phone. 

Leon: okay and? ik u miss me and all. y r u so sassy in the am

Sent 10:07 AM

Really? In the AM? Is he for real? And me missing him? Well, I mean, he ain't wrong. 

Me: um, sir, wdym. btw u should be workin. get 2 it

Sent 10:08 AM

You sighed and shook your head. Sometimes he would be flirty, and you wanted to flirt back, but you reminded yourself that he clearly had a woman. You just knew there was something there between them, even if he said there wasn't. You remembered the look on his face when you both saw her on your previous mission. Looking back at the screen, you watched as Tom once again had his cat woman being stolen from him by Butch. "Well, that sucks," you muttered, huffing. You stood up and stretched your body, looking out at the window to your right. It was cloudy outside and by the way the trees and plants swayed, it was windy. Beep! You reluctantly checked your phone. 

Leon: not rlly doing anything. just wanted 2 text u and theres nothing wrong w missin me

Sent 10:11 AM 

You rolled your eyes and let your phone fall on the comfy couch. Thinking back to the first time you met Leon, he was such a cinnamon roll, but now, he is a sinnamon roll. You can't believe Leon was such an innocent cutie, but now he is a sarcastic, teasing ass. Now, that's pretty crazy. All of a sudden, your ringtone began going off and you looked down at your mobile. You flipped it open and see an incoming call coming from the one and only Leon. You inhaled and then exhaled, answering the call. "Hello?" 

"There you are," his very attractive voice spoke. 

"Yes, I am here, Leon," you sarcastically responded. 

"And so is the sarcasm." 

"What are you calling for?" you asked and walked to your kitchen to grab a can of soda. 

"Just to kill time. The paper work just keeps on stacking," he muttered. 

"Haaa haaa," you mocked and he grunted on the other side."Well, hope you get it done, mister." 

"I rather do a mission than do this," he sighed and you nodded to yourself, agreeing as you clicked open your can. "You're drinking without me?" You rolled your eyes and took a gulp. "Wow, what a real friend you really are, [Name]." 

"Then, I guess I am not your real friend, Mr. Kennedy," you said. 

"Then, what about being my girlfriend?" he asked and you almost lost grip on your can, but caught yourself. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race immediately, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your whole body. 

"Wh-wha--?" you stuttered, eyes blinking. You swore that your stomach was falling out of your ass right now. Then, the bastard began chuckling, making your chest clench. "Stop joking around, Leon. Ada wouldn't like you saying that." It was quiet for a moment and you raised an eyebrow. "Leon?" you called. 

"Ada is not my woman," he stated, his voice so serious that you were caught off guard. You could feel that it was getting tense between you two, and you decided to not push it any further. Before you could speak, Leon beat you to the punch, ". . .She may be someone that I could never forget, but she is not my woman, and I am not her man." 

"O-okay, Leon," you drawled, feeling a little awkward, messing with the top of your can. Honestly. . .you felt really relieved. It was silent now, and you looked around your kitchen, heart beating super fast. You weren't sure what to say because you felt like you had gotten Leon upset. "U-um," you started, but he spoke right away. 

"Have you really not been romantic with a man these few years?" Leon inquired and you felt confused. Confused because why would he ask you this? 

"I mean, I was romantic with this one man," you answered. The blonde agent went quiet again and you furrowed your brows. "I did not date him though. We were just in the talking stage, but we eventually had to call it off due to our jobs." 

"So, he is an agent?" You chuckled, feeling that he was not happy about this. 

"Are you. . .jealous?"

"You didn't answer my question," he grumbled and you pursed your lips, eyes narrowing in delight. 

"Yes, he is an agent. By the way, why are you so curious?" you cocked your head to the side, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

"Name?" 

"Ch--"

"Chris Redfield?!" You jumped at the volume of his yell. You have not heard Leon yell like this before and you were shocked. Your eardrum felt like it just blew off and you huffed. 

"Jesus," you muttered, "and no, completely wrong. I've met Chris Redfield before and yes, he is hot, but I cannot imagine dating him.  And Chris's name doesn't even have a 'ch' sound, weirdo. His name is Chad Ridley." 

"Sorry, didn't mean to yell. I was going to kill Chris if you both did date," he said, chuckling to himself. You raised a brow. 

"Why are you going to kill him?" 

". . .Well, it seems I will need to go--"

"Leon, hey!" 

"--I will talk to you in two weeks! And Chad is a very stupid name!" Then the line went silent. You still had the phone against your ear and you sighed. 

"Really?" You laughed. 

You were definitely asking him for answers when you see him. 

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[kawaragi]

hiiiiiii! can i ask what kind of pellets you feed your rabbits? and do you use timothy hay for them? and can i ask for some tips on how to take care of them? i have a rabbit too but it's my first time taking care of one, so i still kinda don't know what to do yet heheheh. it's fine if you don't want to answer though heheheheheh

hi! i’ll answer this ofc hehe im not an expert by any means but these r just precautions me and my sister take from videos about rabbits and even asking my friends for advice ^^ so sorry for the small text!

1) rn we use smallworld’s brand for pellets - it works perfectly fine and my rabbits really like them so it works the best for us !! oxbow is a good brand too and probably recommended by a lot of rabbit owners

2) we use timothy hay yes ! if ur rabbit is really young and small, use alfalfa. and please remember to always always ALWAYS keep your hay stocked and accessible to ur rabbit. this is an important part of their diet and if they dont get to eat hay for a long while, they’ll go into this stage called GI Stasis. its very very deadly for rabbits bc it affects their intestines and since rabbits dont have the ability to throw up or fart it out, their intestines is a good place to check if your bunny is okay.

3) consider getting them spayed / neutered ! i know that pet owners are 50/50 on the spaying / neutering topic, but i’d say it’s quite beneficial. rabbits are territorial and have a dominant-submissive relationship with other rabbits. when unspayed/unneutered rabbits become mature, they will mark the place that is unrecognizable to them as their territory. whether it’s chinning, pooping, even spraying pee everywhere to put their scent on said places. it’s super troublesome and they’ll also try and reproduce if they’re unspayed/neutered because their hormones are going absolutely crazy. if your rabbit is a female rabbit, PLEASE go get her spayed. female rabbits who are not spayed are prone to uterine tumours.

i think thats everything regarding health so let’s talk about bunnyproofing your home!

4) my rabbits are free roamed during the day and we put them back in their cages when we go to sleep and we let them back out the next day. my rabbits are neutered so we don’t really have to worry about their past behaviors of spraying pee everywhere. we blocked out every little space that my rabbits could get into bc theyre very curious little things and could possibly get themselves in danger.

5) keep your cords and cables OUT OF SIGHT!!!! rabbits are so so SOOOO notorious for destroying anything and everything that gets in their way and unfortunately almost every household has a fuckton of cords and cables and theyre all bound to be cut by rabbits. getting cable covers is a good idea but we never got one, my dad just replaces them BDSNBS

6) cardboard r good toys for rabbits and they can chew on them! just watch them and make sure they dont chew too much otherwise it’s possible for them to get intestinal blockages (which i thought song had but… he was jusg constipated and gassy…) sticks are also good!! my mom takes apple sticks from my grandma’s garden and dries them up before giving them to my rabbits :)

7) i live in a carpeted apartment and having rabbits is like … homicide for the carpet :/ if u live in the same type of apartment as me pls make sure ur rabbit doesnt rip up the carpet as often 😭

8) RABBITS CAN BE TRAINED TO USE LITTERBOXES!!!!!! we didnt really have to train my rabbits, they just started using the litterboxes on their own and u can do this by putting their poops in the box with some hay and bc of the scent, it’ll make them think that that is their territory :3 it’ll save u so much trouble and less poop to clean up. other places will advice u to get like chips for the pee to soak in but we just use a regular like pee pad for dogs bc its easy to change out

9) block out any small spaces that they could potentially get into. that includes spaces under the bed, under the couch, behind the tv where there are cords and cables, dressers - i don’t have this problem with song bc hes bigger in size and he knows he cant fit, but i have this problem with sang! hes much much smaller and he fits in small spaces and crawls in them easier and its just a pain to get him out so keep this in mind if ur rabbit is a menace and smaller in size ^

i think thats everything for bunnyproofing? so here r some other like things fhat we do for my rabbits

10) rabbits are just like cats and dogs, they settle for anything in terms of toys - i gave sang a small box and he plays with it and chews on it. its important to give them something to chew on if theyre not chewing hay bc rabbits’ teeth grow out suuuuper fast and u have to keep them chewing on something bc if u dont, and their teeth grow out, it could cause some growth problems!

11) u dont have to worry about bathing them. like at all. rabbits clean themselves way often than normal, they dont smell either! the only times that should be okay to bathe them is if they r really fucking dirty for example soaked in their own pee. do not AND I MEAN DO NOT regularly bathe them bc it sends them into a shock and could even cause death. we’ve had to do this to song and sang before they were neutered bc theyd be really dirty and soaked in pee and it’s just… gross to see them like that. (if u really really have to bathe them, use baby shampoo! its easier for their skin and their fur)

12) fun fact: rabbits LOVE bananas. they absolutely go fucking crazy over it - just dont give them too much fruits like strawberries and apples in one day bc they could get diabetes 😭 we let our rabbits eat as much as they want bc they stop when they dont want to eat anymore of the banana anyway. unless its song. song doesnt stop eating.

13) rabbits are actually very smart! u can put them in a routine with their meals like if u get them used to eatinf at around 11 am or earlier, they know the time of when they’ll be eating. for me tho song runs over to his bowl when he hears the rattling of the pellets in the scooper we have.

14) rabbits shed yes!! u can use a comb to get the shedding off but do not use a wired one. they have sensitive skin like fr fr sensitive skin and wired combs could cause abrasions on their skin which is never a good thing!!!

15) rabbits are, by nature, prey animals. they are naturally good at hiding their pain and sickness so its very very easy to miss them. u can easily tell if a rabbit isnt feeling well is if they are keeping to themselves, their ears are cold, they lose appetite, they dont move as much - something that’s not common to their usual behavior. so always keep an eye out for them!

i think thats everything i could think of ???? theyre high maintenance yeah just like any other animal but they are quite easy to take care of ! theyre also really really funny animals its adorable and i could fr watch them do their own thing every day.

they can be a lil bitch but tbh its so worth it, they are such cute critters. I JUST AGH I HOPE THIS HELPED U CAN ALWAYS SEND ME AN ASK ABT SOMETHINF AND I’LL GLADLY ANSWER IT FOR U!!!