alanmidog

[alanmidog]

Art block is driving me insane

(drawing Suba' while listening to Lamp might be one of the most relaxing thing in the world fr fr)

[alanmidog]

Fan art Kamurai Jin summer breeze

Already finish the story and me still yapping about him since last night!! Now im so tired 😂

[alanmidog]

[alanmidog]

Tangible Incentives

My first time writing actual SMUT omg it's hard!

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Leo is annoying, but you manage to make a deal with him in exchange for holding your hand to eavesdrop: He has to be your puppy for the night.

Link if u prefer to read on ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65643469

“Stay like this till I tell you to leave, okay? Got it?”

You were sitting, Leo’s hands clasped around yours on the worn leather couch in Vagastrom. It was a long weekend, so most of the general students had gone home, save for the ghouls and yourself. Leo had just seen Alan meeting up with Tohma through his window, and summoned you through a series of rapid-fire texts as he sprinted down the stairs to the common room. You brought a blanket and a book this time, as these hand-holding sessions tended to take quite a while.

“Hey, Honour Roll, you useless and deaf? I didn’t hear an answer.”

Annoyed, you use your knee to push yourself away from him while keeping your hands together. “Don’t bother me,” you snap, not looking up from your book.

“God, you’re so fucking dense.” Leo says, throwing his head onto the backrest of the couch. “Literally anyone in the world could have gotten this stigma enhancing power you have but noooo. It had to be you.”

Fucking Leo, always having to open his big mouth and ruin whatever you were doing. You snap your book shut. "If you want to keep holding my hand to listen in on Tohma and Mido, give me a good reason to stay. I have better things to do.”

"A good reason?" He raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Let's see... how about the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of my company? Surely that's reward enough."

You roll your eyes and start to put your book into your bag with one hand.

“Ugh, okay, okay! I’m sorry. What do you want me to do? Read to you aloud from your book like I’m a fucking kindergarten teacher?” He pauses for a moment before his expression shifts slightly, a spark of challenge in his eyes. "Or perhaps," he continues, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, "you'd prefer a more... tangible incentive? Something to keep you thoroughly entertained while we eavesdrop?” He shifts back, a smirk growing on his face. “The choice, as always Honor Roll, is yours."

He’s annoying, but it’s pretty late, and you’ve been pretty bored with everything being at a standstill these past few days. You decide to toy with him for now.

"Hmmmmm..." you hum beside him. "What kind of tangible incentives would you have in mind for me? You have to let me know quick though, Leo. My hand is suddenly letting go of yours..." You pull your hand dramatically slowly from his grasp. He watches you, amusement filling his yellow eyes, but doesn’t say anything. "Aw, no offers on the tangible incentive then, Leo? That’s too bad, I was hoping to do something fun tonight. I'm out then." You pull your hand firmly from his grasp before standing up to fold your blanket.

His eyes darken with a predatory glint as he watches you. He doesn't try to stop you, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back against the couch, feigning nonchalance.

"Going so soon?" he drawls, his voice laced with amusement. He lets his gaze drift over your body, lingering on the way your hair falls over your shoulder. "Y’know, I thought you’d be more adventurous than that. But if you're too afraid to play the game, then by all means, run along. Plenty of other people who would be absolutely thrilled to take your place."

He watches you intently, waiting to see if his words have had their desired effect. He knows you're not one to back down from a challenge, and he's betting that your pride will be enough to keep you from leaving.

You straighten up, smoothing out your skirt. “Hmm. Sorry, Leo. Didn’t hear any tangible incentives offered, unfortunately. I can't do business without a good pitch, you of all people should know that. Plus, without a good offer, me and my hand that you love to hold so dearly have our own tangible activities to attend to tonight." You wink at him and wiggle your fingers before collecting your things and turning to walk away without so much a glance back.

Irritation etches itself in his brow as he watches you walk away.

"Fucking tangible incentives, huh?" he mutters under his breath. He hated that you didn’t want to play his game, and hated that you were walking away from him so easily. He pushes himself off the couch, stalking after you with a predatory grace.

"Fine," he says, his voice a low growl as he grabs your arm, pulling you back towards him. He leans in close. "How about this for a tangible incentive? You stay, and I'll let you decide what we do tonight. Anything you want, no limits. Sound good enough for you?"

He waits, his eyes burning into yours, daring you to refuse. He knows he's playing a dangerous game, but he can't help himself – your comment about you and your hand had both irked and turned him on, and he hated not getting his way.

A devilish smile creeps onto your face. You knew he'd offer something, but you never expected it to be so... Not in his favour. And no limits? You whip around to face him, eyes unblinking and decisive.

"Okay, Leo. I’ll bite.” You step back and think for a moment. He looks smug, and you decide that you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

“You are now my obedient dog. And you will do whatever I tell you to do tonight."

His grip on your arm tightens, a flash of anger momentarily flickering in his eyes before he schools it back into a mask of bored amusement. He hates the idea of being controlled, and wasn’t expecting you’d take it so far and so seriously.

"Careful now," he purrs, voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. I’m willing to play along. But don't think for a second that you have me completely under your thumb. I'm still in control; I'm just letting you think you're not."

He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness. "So tell me, mistress, what do you have in mind for your obedient little pet tonight?"

He’s taunting you. You straighten up, looking at him with what you hoped read as sternness. “Hmm. Well, as with any new puppy, I’m going to have to see just how obedient you really are," you reply matter-of-factly. "Get on your knees."

He looks at you with daggers in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected you to come out swinging so hard. But he’s not one to back on his own challenge, especially in front of you; the happy-go-lucky, overbearing, completely useless Honor Student.

“So tell me. What do I get in return for this... obedience? What are you offering me for debasing myself at your feet?"

You scoff at him. "I don't need to offer you anything. You are my puppy, and you've agreed to this deal. You made the terms. No limits. And I’ve decided what we do tonight. And tonight, you are my obedient puppy that does not. Fucking. Talk. Back."

You nearly crack a smile at the sound of those ridiculous words coming out of your mouth, but you remain stoic. Your unwavering command makes Leo raise an eyebrow. All he’s thinking about now is how to find ways to relinquish your power, to turn the tables around. Defiance builds in his eyes before he slowly and deliberately lowers himself to his knees. His gaze remains locked on yours. He may be on his knees, but he refuses to break eye contact, refusing to fully surrender his power.

"Very well, mistress," he purrs, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Your obedient puppy awaits your command."

A grin spreads widely across your face. This is going to be fun. Thinking, you sit down on the couch once again, ideas running through your head about all the things you could make him do. You remove both your left sock and left shoe.

"My puppy is going to prove his obedience to me by licking me from the very bottom of my foot-” you point at your foot and move your finger as you speak, “all the way up my entire leg to the inside of my thigh, without stopping. If he breaks contact, he will start again. Is this understood? Bark twice for yes.”

Leo’s eyes widen at your outrageous and frankly disgusting request. The bottom of your dirty foot? He really hadn't expected you to be so direct, so demanding, so perverse. But before he can stop himself, he catches himself barking twice for you, thinking, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Fuming, he grabs a hold of your foot and wipes the bottom with the cuff of his sleeve. He digs his nails into your skin as a sign of retaliation, before reluctantly pulling it towards his mouth. The action was embarrassing and completely repulsive, and he closes his eyes as his tongue makes contact with your heel. You feel his tongue quiver in disgust. Slowly, he moves up your ankle and halfway onto your calf before he opens his eyes again. He locks his eyes with you only to see the intense heat in your gaze as you watch.

Oh, so you’re into this, huh? Leo thinks. Two can play at this game, then.

He slowly, deliberately, crawls forward on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. The closer he gets to your thigh the more control he feels, as your body starts to unfurl at his tongue. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitches and Leo grins, biting down softly, nibbling at your skin but never breaking contact. His tongue flicks and teases, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Fuck. Leo is such a fucking tease.

As he reaches mid-thigh, you move the hem of your skirt up and spread your legs so he can fit in between your thighs. You feel your pulse quicken and wonder if he can smell your arousal, if he knows he’s driving you wild with the way his hands are digging into your flesh, pulling you apart as he loudly licks like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. The thought causes you to involuntarily buck slightly into his face. You feel him grin into your skin.

The moment he reaches the edge of your white lace underwear, you push him out from between your legs, fixing your skirt.

“Mmmh. I might have underestimated you.” Your leg tingles are you feel his spit slowly dry. “Such a good doggy.” You smile, rolling your sock up and putting your shoe back on. “And you’re all mine for tonight.”

“I seem to have made a deal with the fucking devil, apparently.”

Delighted, you fidget under your skirt, finding the elastic of your underwear and pulling it down your legs, placing it on your hand. “Smell it, Puppy. This is the smell of your new owner.”

Leo is so embarrassed at what you’re making him do. He looks down at the strip of fabric, and immediately recalls the way it looked on your body when he was under your skirt, licking and sucking your thigh.

“It’s okay Puppy. You can sniff it.”

He shoots you an irritated glance. “If I hear a fucking breath of what’s happening now to anyone I swear to god-”

“I won’t, Leo. Unlike you, I don’t blackmail others. Some might say I don’t have enough brain cells and am too stupid and useless to do such cruel things, so.” You nod your head again at the underwear in your hand, beckoning him to sniff it. “Your secret’s safe with me, Puppy.”

He cringes at his new nickname before hesitantly putting his nose into your hand and breathing in softly. It smells warm with your arousal, the same smell that made him drool under your skirt. It’s sweet and intoxicating, and he feels his own arousal growing rapidly in his pants.

“You like that, Puppy?” You move to kneel down beside him, letting him sniff it once more before reaching around the back of his neck with it. When he realizes what you’re doing, he has to kneel on his hands to stop himself from punching you in the face.

“Aww! So pretty! I hope you like your new collar. Oh my god, it looks so good on you,” You croon, sitting back on the couch to admire your work. You hate to admit how precious he looks, almost innocent with the strip of white lace around his neck, kneeling in front of you. He was taking commands surprisingly well.

You decide to stretch out your foot and gently rub it into his crotch. He gasps in surprise as you tease him, parting his legs slightly for you. “Mmmm. Does this feel good, Puppy? It’s okay, you can tell me. I won’t get mad if it does.”

Leo grits his teeth, biting back a groan while trying to tone down the effect your foot is having on him. He closes his eyes for a moment, his body tensing with a mixture of pleasure and frustration at the raw sensation. He feels himself growing harder by the second. He opens his eyes, his gaze burning into yours, a mixture of longing and defiance swirling within them.

"Does it feel good, Puppy?" He mocks, mimicking your tone. "What do you think, mistress? Does it look like I'm enjoying myself?"

Your foot drops suddenly, breaking all contact, eyes immediately hardening once again. Leo whines, his throbbing cock tangled uncomfortably in the folds of his pants.

"This just won't do. Obedient puppies don't talk back to their owners. Seems like we still have some training to do." You sit back, crossing your arms, watching his reaction while tapping your shoe on the floor, thinking. Just when you were starting to soften up to him, he had to go and push your buttons all over again, even with his own pleasure on the line.

Leo’s eyes burn threateningly into yours, daring you to make him do something else ridiculous. You loudly exhale your displeasure at him.

"You wanna cum tonight, Puppy? Go to the kitchen and get me a bowl of cereal with milk. I'm hungry. Does my Puppy know how to fetch, or is he fucking useless and I need to teach him that from scratch too?"

"Fetch?" He drawls, his voice laced with poison. He’s honestly impressed by your resolve, never once breaking character except to grind your hips into his face. He bites back a smile at the memory.

He slowly, deliberately, rises to his feet, his gaze once again never leaving yours before he whips around into the kitchen. His eyes scan the cabinets for your favorite cereal and he pours it into a bowl before opening the fridge for the milk, adding it in. His movements are graceful and efficient, and he moves as though he’s performing for an audience. He returns the milk to the fridge before fishing out a metal spoon and putting it into the bowl.

He walks back toward you, the bowl of cereal in his hands, a smirk playing on his lips. "Here you go, mistress," he purrs, his voice a low, suggestive rumble. "Your obedient Puppy has returned with your sustenance. Now, about my pleasure tonight-"

I motion silently with my eyes for him to place the cereal down on the small coffee table in front of me. His face sinks as he sees disdain in my expression.

"Puppies don't walk on two feet. From now on, you will remain on all fours. Get me another bowl of cereal – this time, as a real dog."

Leo exhales sharply. You can tell he’s trying to bite his tongue, trying to calm himself down. He glowers at you, anger radiating from his stare before painstakingly slowly and deliberately, lowering himself to all fours, his body tensing with the unfamiliar position. He can feel the blood rushing to his head, the muscles in his arms and legs straining slightly with the strange position.

What an incredible sight – Leo Kurosagi on all fours in front of you in the Vagastrom garage. You can’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation, and pat his head gently as a reward. “You have such a tough exterior sometimes but I like how you’re being so good for me tonight, Puppy.” A tiny blush creeps up his cheeks as he does his best to look threatening. You ruffle his hair. “Okay, Puppy. I’m super hungry for my second bowl of cereal. Think you can handle it? I promise I’ll give you a little treat if you do this for me. How does that sound?”

Leo rolls his eyes gently, mentally at war with himself for stooping to this level, and for giving you the power to control him however you wanted. The treat does sound nice though. He wonders if you’ll let him fuck you from behind later with your skirt on, like a dog. The thought immediately excites him, and he catches himself once again barking twice.

Slowly, he crawls into the kitchen, feeling out the sensation of his knees on the hard cement floor. He winces as tiny bits of debris wedge themselves into his skin through his pants, but continues, if anything, to spite you for thinking this would be difficult for him. You sit back to watch, biting into your bowl of cereal.

When he reaches the counter, he does his best to stand on his doggy hind legs to grab the bowl and cereal. He pulls out the cereal bag and pours it into the bowl using his teeth, appreciating the enthusiastic murmur from you as you watch him from the couch. He opens the fridge and carefully takes out the milk, putting it down on the ground before picking it up again with his fingers pressed together like a paw. Leo was always an excellent performer, and knew how to satisfy his audience’s clearly cruel tastes. He picks up a spoon with his mouth from the drawer and shoves it into the bowl.

Bringing it to you seems like the hardest part. You watch as he tries holding the bowl with his teeth, nearly dropping it, before deciding to gently push it one doggy step at a time towards you with his paw. You’re absolutely enthralled – Leo is so focused on this task and so committed to his role as your dog that it was commendable.

He pushes it right up to your feet. “Your second bowl of cereal, mistress.” Satisfaction fills his face, and he smirks up at you. “Now, about that reward…”

Your eyes brighten. “Of course, Puppy, I’d never forget!” Placing down your first bowl of finished cereal, you pick the second off the floor. “But first, sit for me.”

Leo sits back on his hind haunches, face smug.

“Such a good boy!” You ruffle his hair. “Alright, you ready?”

A wicked smile stretches across your face as you place the bowl of cereal Leo has just made for you onto the floor in front of him, swiftly removing the spoon. “And your reward is… dinner! Oh, and make sure to lick the bowl clean like a good boy, okay?”

You watch as a wave of fury washes over him, barely unable to hold himself together from the way your words dripped with honey. The humiliation of being forced to eat like an animal, of having his dignity stripped away… He is more than livid. You can tell he wants to lash out, wants to defy you, wants to reclaim the power you stole from him, but then he remembers that he was always just playing his own game. And if he’s gone this far, he may as well fucking finish it.

He stares at the bowl of cereal on the floor, his stomach churning with disgust. He lowers his head, nose twitching as he sniffs the cereal, trying to determine whether it's worth the humiliation. He exhales loudly, turning back up to you.

“Not. A. Fucking. Word. To. Anyone.” Leo says sternly. You nod eagerly, miming zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key. “... Not like anyone would ever even believe you anyway,” he mutters under his breath.

He lowers his head, bringing his mouth tentatively to the bowl and licking a piece of cereal up and into his mouth. Shifting slightly, he changes his position until his paws rested beside the bowl, legs curling under his back. He tips the bowl into his mouth and makes a soft slurping sound.

Your eyes are wide with delight, mouth slightly agape as you watch the unbelievable sight unfold. How have you managed to get Leo, master of being a cunning, annoying, rude manipulative bitch, onto his knees slurping milk and cereal? Part of you wishes one of the other ghouls would walk in right at that moment to confirm this was really happening, while the other half still wanted something more from him.

Leo continues to gently slurp, head to the floor and neck bent sharply as he struggles to eat. The bowl makes small noises as he tips it around to get at the cereal, and after a few minutes, he feels his tongue scraping the bottom of the bowl clean – exactly as you had asked. He looks up at you, eyes glistening with shame.

“I… I did it…” he says quietly to you as he rearranges his legs, sitting cross-legged beside your feet. Your heart breaks a little, and you realize that this is the first time you’ve ever seen him with no bite left. He’s humiliated and ashamed, but still sitting, obeying you. You move off the couch and gently run your thumb down his sharp cheekbones, cradling his head in the palm of your hand. He looks so fucking pretty sitting there, soft to everything you do, your white lace underwear still secured around his slender neck.

“Hey, look at me. You’ve been so good, Puppy. So, so, so good, and so patient too.” He slowly looks up at you, eyes soft and sad. “I know you just ate, but are you still hungry? I’ll give you a little treat for being so good for me.” You kiss his forehead before you sit back on the couch, leaning back slowly, then uncrossing your legs. His eyes follow your movements, laser-focused on your fingers moving to tease at the hem of your skirt.

"You’re not afraid that your puppy might bite?" he asks quietly.

“I know my puppy. My puppy only bites when I tell him to, otherwise he’s not a good dog.” You bend down to his level, breath softly grazing his ear. “But you’re a good dog, right?”

Leo bites his lip and nods slowly.

“Mmm. I know you are. Because you’re my dog.”

Slowly, you spread your legs open, and he shifts to kneel in front of you. “Lick,” you command. “But one bite, and you will be punished. Is this understood?”

The garage is completely silent, save for your shallow breaths of anticipation.

He slowly and deliberately crawls forward, his hungry eyes never leaving yours. The low, resigned tone of his voice makes you shiver. “Understood, mistress. Your obedient puppy will lick, and only lick, unless you command otherwise."

As he reaches your legs, you feel his breath ghosting across your skin as he leans in close, smelling you deeply. He presses his lips to the middle of your thigh, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path upwards, inching closer and closer towards your center. The contact makes you gasp, and you take tiny breaths for every kiss he presses into you. He hears this, and you feel a small smile grow on his face, kissing your thigh more deliberately, playing more with his tongue. He savors the taste of your flesh, the intoxicating scent of your arousal filling his senses the closer he gets to you.

His hands move to push your skirt back slightly before wrapping around the back of your thighs. You let him pull you toward him, feeling the heat from his face between your legs. When he reaches the edge of your opening, he pauses, body trembling. He looks up at you, and you nod eagerly at him.

“Yes,” you breathe at him, and it’s all the permission he needs. He licks you once from your opening to your clit, kissing the bud gently. His tongue draws long strokes, and you hear him hum in approval. He experimentally runs his tongue up and down your folds slowly, testing what works best for your body.

“You taste good,” Leo whispers, before focusing back on his task. When he hears your breath hitch slightly you feel his fingers dig deeper into your thighs, tongue focusing on the motion that made you react. He laps and laps and laps at you, and it feels so good that you can’t help but buck your hips into his mouth.

“S-such a good dog,” you pant out, a hand reaching for something, anything to steady yourself. You grip the arm of the couch and your knuckles turn white as Leo keeps his rhythm steady. You can feel his piercing rubbing against your clit – is he playing with your clit with his jewelry? The hardness of the metal feels so good against you, and–

“Ah– fuck!” Your hand reaches towards his, peeling it off from around your leg. “Fingers. C-can you? Please, I-”

Leo smirks as he hears you losing your composure, but obediently obeys. He takes his finger and puts it in his mouth, his eyes meeting yours. You can tell he’s making a performance out of it by the way he’s swirling his finger on his tongue, slowly opening his mouth for you to see. As he slowly pulls it out, you watch as a beaded string of saliva trails in the air before snapping, and suddenly he dips his finger into you. Your clit throbs and you realize he’s started to play with it using his other hand, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and press the back of your head into the couch in pleasure. His yellow eyes are completely focused on your face, watching every lewd expression you make with amusement. There’s a warm, slick sound between your legs and you turn away with embarrassment from how wet you are for him.

His fingers slowly pick up speed and a soft moan tumbles from your mouth as he curls it inside. Your grasp on the couch tightens, and you tangle your other hand in his grey hair, silently instructing him to continue licking by pulling his face back down. Dutifully, he obeys, using one hand to fuck you while his tongue swipes up and down your clit in time to your gasps.

A small spasm rolls down your spine and your legs twitch around Leo for a split second and that’s when he can tell you’re getting close. He pauses to add another finger and you feel yourself stretching for him, the sensation causing you to pull on his hair while a string of profanity pours from your open mouth.

“Shit, Leo, fuck! I’m close, I’m so… so close,” you rasp, pulling him closer with your thighs. His grip on you tightens further and he continues as you begin to see stars and a familiar warmth spreads from your core throughout your body, clenching around Leo’s fingers. A sharp gasp pierces the air as you spasm, his long fingers continuing to stroke until you start to relax around him. He stays inside a moment longer, kissing your clit gently and slowly moving to your inner thighs, planting small kisses and licks while you slowly regain your composure.

When you finally open your eyes, you see him watching you, a smug look on his pretty face. “Fuuuck, Leo, I–”

“Head so good you forgot I was your dog, huh?” He grins wickedly at you before slowly bringing the fingers that were just inside you, glistening and sticky, into his mouth and watches your reaction as he licks and sucks them clean. A hot flush runs up your cheek.

“Such a good dog,” you reply, correcting yourself as you pat the space on the couch next to you. His eyes light up and he moves beside you, laying down with his head in your lap. You tangle your fingers in his hair and massage his scalp, eliciting a small hum from him. A comfortable silence grows between the two of you as your thoughts wander to the events that led up to this. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d have bratty Leo Kurosagi curled up beside you but here he was, eyes closed and relaxed, letting you pet him.

You hear Leo’s mouth open for a second and look down, but he closes it again almost immediately.

“Were you going to say something?” You ask, but he shakes his head, burrowing again in your lap. A few moments pass before he looks up at you again, slowly exhaling.

“Hey… I kinda liked… that, you know,” he says quietly. His admission hangs in the air for a moment, and you can tell that he’s nervous waiting for your reply. “I just– I didn’t have to think for a moment, it was only about you.” Your fingers move to his cheek, cupping his face gently in your hand as you idly stroked his face, soft eyes watching him as he spoke. “You know, I was a little scared of you for just a moment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, when you made me crawl, and then again when you made me eat the cereal off the ground. And then when I did it, I scared myself more.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, no, I–.” He looks away into the distance before closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Slowly, he pulls himself up so your eyes are at the same level.

If this were Leo an hour before, you would have been terrified. But something in him looks resigned, like you’d seen a part of him that he’d never let anyone else see before. If you were wicked enough, you could easily have him under your thumb.

But the way he reaches out to hold your hand like you were the most delicate thing in the world is precious. His eyes waver, trying to read your mind. Were you judging him? Were you going to laugh at him?

“Hey, it’s okay, Leo. I liked it too. It's hot when you take orders from me like that.” His posture softens and he relaxes into you. “And I won’t tell anyone. I don’t wanna ruin your street cred, at least not at the moment.” He mumbles something that sounds like a thanks and presses his embarrassed face into your arm.

You tousle his hair before reaching in your bag on the ground to pull out the blanket you’d brought earlier. In a smooth motion, you unfurl it over both your bodies and wriggle closer to Leo so that you are both laying down facing each other. His hand snakes up to your chin and he brings you close, gently kissing you.

God, he’s so fucking pretty.

You reach up to untie the lace underwear from his neck and fold it in half, pressing it into his palm. “This is yours now. Come find me if you decide you wanna be my puppy again, okay?”

His fingers tighten around the precious piece of fabric, and Leo snuggles wordlessly into your chest with a nod.

“Woof woof.”

[alanmidog]

"Can’t you tell what I’ve been trying to say… without words?"

[alanmidog]

Late but at least I finished it

[alanmidog]

Got inspired by that one scene from ep16 lol

[alanmidog]

REALLY SAD taiga x romeo fic idea where romeo watches taiga d*e

ok tw: death and dying

delusional taiga almost strangling romeo to death in the middle of sinostra as his memory gets worse but he catches himself last minute and completely loses it

he's curled in a ball on the ground sobbing giving romeo his gun but romeo can't do it of course

then i want gossamer flashbacks to good times i wanna see taiga goofing around feeding romi grapes while he works like he's royalty. i wanna see romi gently undressing taiga, fingers tracing his scars in low light. i wanna see taiga tearing his shirt into a ribbon and using it to bandage romeo when one of his sketchy deals goes wrong before hunting down whoever hurt him and ripping them to shreds

in the present, darkwick intervenes to exterminate taiga. whatever has happened to him has gotten out of hand and he's deemed uncontrollable and violent and a huge threat

taiga keeps begging romi to kill him but romeo can't do it, his hands are shaking and darkwick quickly overpowers him and he's restrained. romeo watches in horror as taiga gets shot over and over again almost in slow motion. taiga doesn't try to fight, he just looks at romeo. his eyes never leave romi's as he collapses to the ground in front of romeo's feet

FUCK ok i'm sorry i'll stop now i'm breaking my own heart

[alanmidog]

one more crackship idea for later but it's ritsu x ren

THE RAMEN BUYING SCENE!!!

they buy ramen at the convenience store together, ren takes ritsu home to eat it together and taunts ritsu when he agrees it's "not bad" and maybe they watch a movie and maybe they kiss a lil hehehee

wait imagine they watch a scary movie and ritsu gets scared and cuddles the shark plushie

FRIGGGGG DO I HAVE TO WRITE THIS TOO?

[alanmidog]

ok bear with me.... romeo x haru fic idea

haru asks for money for the safari while they sit at rui's bar and romeo laughs at first and they get completely blasted and romeo decides hey fuck it

ok wait what if taiga's dead and romeo takes haru home bc he's heartbroken angsty and he pretends haru is taiga bc of the hair THAT IS SO FUCKING SAD i can't do this one fuck FUCK fuck

"Don't speak," Romeo commands, to which the redhead nods. Romeo brings him close and plants soft kisses along Haru's collarbone, slowly moving up his neck. A quiet moan from the other boy when Romeo bites down softly causes a momentary pang in the sniper's chest, a quick vision of him and his captain in the same position flashing through Romeo's mind. He slowly continues up Haru's neck to his ear, breathing shaky as the redhead's hair comes into view. It's almost the same shade of vermillion. Romeo threads a gloved hand through Haru's hair and gently massages his scalp, his actions familiar and practiced. Romeo's vision grows blurry and through the tears that well in his eyes, he can almost trick himself into believing that he's holding Taiga once again.

[alanmidog]

The delulu truly went off. Imagine Peekaboo being traumatized by finding his dad with Romeo in bed LMAO

*DO NOT REPOST*

[alanmidog]

Pavlov's Ghoul Pt 2 (Leo Kurosagi x Reader x Sho Haizono; Tokyo Debunker)

we have someone 2 blame 4 the pavlov's ghoul series: 🐟 anon. they have officially established themselves as a regular and claimed an emoji. they have also given me a sinostra idea... perhaps... maybe... im still thinking abt it

a/n: we're back!!! amen!!!! i don't know how i managed 2 finish this but i did. god i hope y'all like this bc im a little proud of how i managed 2 get this one done!!! i hope i wrote leo in character enough bc that's the one main thing im scared i didn't do right...

quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

OH ALSO this did take a slight turn from the original idea, which was to have him want to spy on someone. i tweaked that idea just a little bit, i hope no one minds.

summary: leo gets fuckin choked the hell out with his own tie amen! in more thorough terms: leo is determined to get a rise out of you. you're determined to get him to shut the fuck up.

cw: choking, implied sexual encounters, multiple sexual innuendos, heavy petting, dry humping, and some odd behavior. MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!

Psst! Part 1 is here in case you missed it!

Something about being an attention whore for your best friend’s girlfriend was pathetic. That, yet and still, didn’t stop Leo. He assumed you and Sho were dating, but he admittedly hadn’t had the nerve to ask Sho. He knew when you’d come over, though, and would use his stigma to listen to your moans, soft and breathy, through the walls. He'd clutch a pillow to his torso, curling into it as though he could hide his shame from himself. He'd listen intently to the hum of your voice, ordering Sho’s movements as though you were in charge; and to Sho’s immediate compliance without complaint. He was as obedient as a well-trained dog. 

It made Leo laugh sometimes, Sho’s obedience reminiscent of a loyal dog. A mocking smile would be buried into his pillow and quiet laughter would shake his body despite his throbbing erection pressing into the pillow’s other end. Despite his laughter, he knows he’s something of the same. The night he found out you and Sho were screwing still stands out clear in his head. The way your eyes flashed with displeasure at his presence, the way your posture stiffened like a stitch, the way your lips quirked downwards. Displeasure. Anger. Disgust. The way those emotions seemed to twist your face into something beautifully attractive to him. Honeyed rage and saccharine disgust were trickling forth from you, and in that moment, he found himself nothing more than a mere stray, lapping eagerly at the scraps of attention you were willing to give his starving heart. 

The sickeningly sweet voice you spoke to Sho in, he knew, would not get Leo off nearly as well as if you snarled out your words to him. If he were in Sho’s place… 

He quickly shakes his head to put an end to his reminiscent thoughts. He had things to do. 

You were supposed to be coming by Vagastrom today. Latest case had been like hell, but at least it was over. All he had to do was sign the report. That wouldn’t be a problem, so long as he got to try and pester you to death after his signage. Leo was lingering in the Vagastrom garage, occasionally pacing between the garage and the graffiti-layered couch in the entryway.

Leo checks the time on his phone for the fifth time. You were running a bit late. It was getting annoying. He sucks his teeth in annoyance, his mind already wandering to the possible explanations for your lateness. Perhaps another ghoul had captured your attention on the way there, and you were caught up in pointless conversation with them. Leo huffed and rolled his eyes at the thought, crossing his arms impatiently. What was so good about the other ghouls, anyway? Not that Leo would be all that interested, but he was sure he could give you a good time… And yet, you choose to spend your time with the better-natured ghouls. On one hand, he supposes he can’t blame a girl thrust into a new environment for being drawn to kindness, but on the other hand, you could at least not ignore his existence. Over a petty insult, at that. All he’d implied was that maybe Sho keeps you around because you’re good at giving head. Now, you giving him head is a regular occurrence, anyway. Leo just can’t see the problem. 

Leo has to suppress a small flare of rage at the thought of you sucking Sho off. As much as it grates him to admit it, hearing Sho’s moans along with yours pissed him off. He kicks at the floor of the Vagastrom garage, knocking a stray bolt into a pile of tools in the corner. His thoughts quickly wander, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. It should’ve been—!

Light footsteps make their way down the stairs of the dorm. Leo’s head snaps upwards to find your form descending the steps at a chipper pace. Immediately, his heart jumps into his throat, pounding at an irrationally fast pace. He clenches and unclenches his fists in his pockets, feeling his palms become sweaty. He shakes his head before his face can warm, suppressing any outward expression best he can. He makes eye contact with you reluctantly and nods to acknowledge your presence.

“Kurosagi.” Unfortunately for Leo, your voice is steady and neutral. No hints of displeasure, or anger, or even apathy. Just total neutrality. He clicks his teeth in annoyance and glances down at the paper you’re holding out to him. “Can you please sign this? Yours is the last signature I need.”

Leo hums, looking back at the stairs of the dorm, processing. “Before that, Little Miss Inspector…” he starts dismissively, keeping his gaze fixed on the stairs. “Did I just see you come from upstairs? Had you already been here?” His tone is clearly implying something, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He raises an eyebrow, lifting a hand to his chin in mock contemplativeness.

“Yeah.” He’s surprised, as you respond quicker and far more shamelessly than he’d expected. “I was just getting Sho’s signature.” The tone of your voice was oddly lighter, perhaps less neutral than before. Simultaneously, Leo’s gut boils with envy and his shit-eating grin spreads wider.

“I see. So…” He leans in closer to you, a mocking look in his eyes, his grin never leaving his face. “...How long did it take?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice and expression turn somewhat exasperated. Leo has to suppress an actual grin.

“How long did it take for you to clean up? All that cum off your face, I mean.” He gestures vaguely to your face, shifting the other hand to his hip as he smirks down at you.

Leo can’t help the giddiness that shoots through his body as white-hot anger seems to flash behind your gaze. Your brows knit together in anger and your face wrinkles into an offended, angered expression. Perfect, Leo thinks, staring at your expression. He happily soaks up all your attention, flicking his tongue out to run them over his lips, his piercing glinting in the light. He watches as your eyes follow the swift movement, returning his lips to a teasing smirk, lifting an eyebrow at you. 

His smirk morphs into a grin as you turn away, forcefully pushing the report into his chest. “Just sign the report, Kurosagi.” It’d be impossible not to pick up on the venom with which you said his name. It sends a thrill down his spine, and he shivers, biting his lips to stifle the crazed grin that threatened to spread across his face. 

He chuckles cheekily, looking down at you condescendingly. He has you right where he wants you. “How about this?” Leo starts, carefully plucking the report from your hand pressed to his chest. “I sign this,” he waves the report in his hands before tossing it to the side, leaving the papers to scatter across the floor, “when you answer my question.” Both his hands return to his hips, and he leans down, closer to your face, his face covered in a smug smirk and his eyes dancing with mirth. “So?” He starts, making sure to enunciate his words to bring attention to his tongue piercing, taunting you. “How long did it take?” He relaxes his gaze, staring down at you with hooded eyes. He takes a step towards you, to which you take a step back in turn. Leo only smiles and continues taking steps towards you, as you match his pace and take one step back for every one he takes forward. He watches as your gaze continues to emanate anger, exasperation, and disgust. His body feels rejuvenated, as though he’s fed on your negative attention. He sucks in his bottom lip and rolls it between his teeth, attempting to keep his teasing grin from growing into a genuine smile. 

“Come on~, don’t be a drag.” He finally stops walking, having backed you up to the graffiti-covered couch. He stood over you, smirking in response to your defiant expression. He leans forward towards you, veering towards your ear. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks. “It did take you a while to get down here, ya know?” Leo giggles, light and breathy in your ear, before pulling back, facing you again. He grins wide. “Next time, save yourself the effort and just swallow. Promise it makes things easier~! You can even show him… Like this!” He brings his hand to his lips, positioning his fingers in a “V” shape, and sticking his tongue between them, his mouth wide open. To further mock you, he makes a “Bleh!” sound as he sticks his tongue between his fingers, his body shaking with suppressed laughter. 

Leo honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted out of going this far. Maybe you’d get so angry you’d snap or something. Maybe you’d slap him, or punch him, or kick him, or just yell at him. Whichever you chose, he found himself looking forward to the inevitable sting your retort would leave. 

“...Why do you care?” Your voice is soft, barely there, but Leo can pick up on the anger laced in every syllable. He pretends not to hear you, instead leaning towards you, stupid smirk plastered on his face. 

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that, Miss Inspector. You should speak up, like you do when you’re ordering Sho around.”

Leo is hardly surprised when you grab his tie and pull him closer to your face. If anything, he revels in it, knowing you’re angry. What surprises him is when you twist him around and push him down onto the Vagastrom couch, climbing over him and pinning him down with your knees on his thighs. You keep an iron grip on his tie, and he stares at your fist warily, lifting his hands in surrender. He scoffs when he realizes you’re not going any further, looking up at you.

“Hmph. You’re bold, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He grins cheekily at your frustrated glare. Leo was just excited to finally hold your attention, all of it. You weren’t looking anywhere else, you weren’t listening to anyone else, there was nobody around to interrupt. It was just you, free to entertain his whims and give him all your attention. 

He feels you shift on top of him, and stays still as you readjust. Raising an eyebrow, he looks up at you. “So what are you planning to do to me while you have me like this, hm?” He says teasingly as you place your knees on either side of his body. You plop yourself down on his stomach, to which he grunts. He’s about to call you heavy when he feels the warmth of your core seep through his shirt. He shivers, and upon realizing the implications of this, smirks.

“Hey, honor student. Answer me this.” He brings one hand down to your thigh, gently squeezing it before gently trailing his fingers towards your skirt. “Is this because you were just fucking Sho…”, he slips his hand under your skirt and presses his thumb into your clothed clit, “...or is this because I—ack!” 

You were holding the knot of his tie taut against his throat. He instinctively moved his hands to his neck, nails scraping at his tie. He repeatedly gasps for air, staring up at you with wide eyes, as though pleading with you to let him go. Despite himself, he felt his body flush with heat at your unforgiving gaze. Steadily, the shock of being at your mercy turned into the pleasure of being at your mercy. Leo felt a warm feeling spread through his body at the thought of becoming victim to your whims; wherein your latest wish was his newest command. His heart thudded in his chest and his face grew warmer, both from his blocked blood flow and from the embarrassing revelation that this was turning him on. His eyes slowly rolled back into his skull as he still gasped for air, holding the tie and trying to pull it away from his neck.

When you finally release him, he sputters and coughs, turning his head away from you. He holds the crook of his elbow to his face, coughing as his lungs finally fill up with air again. When he catches his breath, he turns to you, attempting to hide the way your satisfied gaze set his body aflame with a deep scowl. “W-What the fuck was that, huh?!” He practically spits the words at you, his brows knitting together as he stared at you with fabricated contempt. His eyes are wide with a heady mix of arousal and fury. He was furious at himself for finding arousal once again in your mistreatment of him, this time to go as far as finding pleasure when you choked him. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to condemn it. Even now, as he warily switched his gaze between your face and your grip on his tie, something in him eagerly awaited the moment you’d repeat the action.

“Well?” Leo snaps angrily, undeterred by your silence. His chest heaves, and his hands are positioned near his throat, prepared for you to do it again. He keeps his gaze on you, your challenging gaze sending shivers down his spine.

“You know Leo, I’ve noticed something.” You start talking, seemingly ignoring his question. He frowns, but keeps quiet, allowing you to continue. “Ghouls are far stronger than humans, right? You could’ve pushed me off of you at any time. Why do you let me continue to choke you?”

Leo goes pale for a moment, your words sinking in. You’re right, technically speaking. If he had chosen to throw you off, he could. His mind scrambles for an excuse, anything to throw you off his trail. He mock scoffs, sneering at you. “How could I even think about pushing you off when you’re fucking choking me?!” He gestures to his neck, the knot a fair distance from his throat, still held in your grasp. 

Before he can say anything more, you lean further into him, placing your hands on either side of his head to steady yourself. “Then push me off.” You stare at him, your expression impassive so as not to get a rise out of him. “Right now.” 

Leo freezes and makes no move to push you off of him. He gazes back at you, swallowing harshly, realizing he’s been trapped. He could push you off to save face, but he didn’t want to. Your gaze, your attention, was what he craved so viscerally. He didn’t want to risk it by ending this a moment sooner, even if he was getting choked. He couldn’t so much as tear his gaze from you, staring back up at you defiantly, still refusing to move. He swallows thickly again, feeling his skin crawl. Your gaze, while hypnotizing, was also beginning to make him uncomfortable. He knew you could see right through him. He knew he’d become an open book, simply from the choice of refusing to push you off of him. He clicks his teeth, partially out of annoyance and partially out of frustration, staring you down as you did to him. He really was trapped. 

“...I think this turns you on, Leo. Right?” Leo startles, a new surge of energy coursing through him. He desperately attempted to deny it, shaking his head and squirming, as though to free himself from you. 

“What the hell are you on about, Inspector? Huh?” He gets defensive, his eyes wide and reflecting your earlier anger. He chuckles, though it comes out bitter, rather than in the teasing tone he’d wanted it to. “It’d take a freak to get turned on by something like this.” He spits the words at you again, sucking his teeth when he finishes speaking. He continues to stare up at you defiantly.

He feels you shift yet again as you lean away from him and twist your torso around, looking behind you. He looks at you quizzically for a moment before he feels your hand press directly against his stiffening cock. He moans, surprised, clenching his thighs together. He hadn’t even realized how hard he’d been this entire time. “I guess you’re a freak, then.” Your words are an obvious taunt, and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice without even looking at you. When you remove your hand, he has to resist the urge to thrust upwards and catch at least one more bit of friction. He groans, shifting and squirming uncomfortably. A portion of his attention was now on his cock, twitching restlessly in his pants at full mast. How had he not noticed this before? His chest heaved, his whole body quivering as he tried to keep it together. His cock seemed to beg for any sort of contact or friction, even jumping when his pants shifted against his tip. 

Miraculously, despite the gasps and muffled, whiny moans sprouting from his throat, and his desperate squirming, he manages to bite back. “If I’m one, then you are too!” His gaze flicks to your skirt, covering the warm, sticky evidence of your arousal. He can feel it through his shirt, the offending heat melting into his own arousal. He takes note of surprise temporarily flickering across your face before returning to an annoyed expression. “What, thought I didn’t notice, huh?” He laughs, a cheeky grin returning to his face despite his arousal. “Come on~. Miss Inspector, I’m not an idiot,” he continues, watching your annoyance grow, feeling excitement flush through his body. “I can feel the heat of your pussy through my fucking shirt. Crazy that you’re this horny even after fucking Sho. Who knew the honor student was such a wh- Urgh!” His hands fly to his tie again, feeling your grip tighten it around his neck. It was looser than before, but still tight enough to restrict his airways. He groans, trying to ignore the arousal that pulses through him all at once. “F-Fuck…” He chokes out, feeling his face warm again thanks to the restricted blood flow. He is gasping for air, twisting and turning underneath you, all in false attempts to free himself from your grasp. 

“I don’t appreciate being talked to like that, you know.” He is barely able to process your voice, soft and stern, almost too quiet to hear over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. His eyes roll back into his skull, and he groans again, slightly arcing his back in response to the pleasure. He writhes under you, his cock pressing harder into his uniform pants. He looks up at you pleadingly, as though begging you to do something about his throbbing cock. 

He feels your hips move back, lifting yourself off of his stomach and lowering yourself onto his groin instead. Slowly, the pressure on his neck loosens, and he cries out, feeling sudden, warm friction against his cock. His hands reach for your thighs, squeezing them as you settle on his groin, panting heavily and staring intently at where your bodies almost connected. He whines, rolling his hips upwards once, steadying you with his hands. 

You smirk at him, and Leo realizes how needy he must look right now- pupils blown wide, lidded eyes, lips wet and wide open in heavy pants. Some part of him resigns to looking like this, the pleasure of being at your mercy nearly fully taking over. This was insane, and he knew it, but right now, your eyes were on him. You were giving him the attention he so desperately craved, and he didn’t care that he was the victim, or the loser, or the thrall. In his eyes, he’d won. You were speaking down to him in a condescending tone, forcing him to recognize his own hypocrisy, and best of all, you were angry with him. Leo could still spot some anger behind your eyes, anger at him and the taunting words he’d said and names he’d called you. Disregarding his pride for a mere moment, he had to admit, this was exhilarating. It was… perfect.

He snaps back to reality when you start to grind your hips downward, moving your hips back and forth along his length. He moans and grips your thighs, feeling his cock press painfully hard against the restrictive fabric of his pants. In his hazy stupor, he slides one hand closer to your skirt again, slipping his hand underneath and thumbing your clit like he did before. As he does, he peeks back up as you with a cheeky smile, or, at least, the best teasing smile he could muster while you rocked your hips against his, sending his senses into hyperdrive. He grins in satisfaction when you let out a breathy sigh, enjoying the sensation. 

He feels the tie tighten around his neck again, and watches eagerly as you push the knot closer to his throat. He tilts his head back, willingly accepting your whim, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Hrk!” The knot at last presses into his throat, and he grunts before gasping for air, a shiver running down his spine. He continues thumbing your clit as you resume the movement of your hips, rubbing your heat back and forth over his twitching length. He no longer struggles, but he does make quite a bit of noise. Grunts and groans and gasps are all muffled well by the tie around his neck. Eventually, he starts to feel lightheaded, the choking restricting his breathing and limiting the oxygen getting to his brain. His pace in thumbing your clit becomes sloppy, his panting becomes quicker, and he feels his cock stir urgently as you quicken your pace. He is hit with the overwhelming realization that he’s close. His moans get a little louder, feeling the inevitable release piling in his groin. He attempts to warn you, but he can’t seem to get the words out, his words too much for his blissed-out mind to process. Instead, his nails dig into your thigh, his thumb rubs sloppily against your clit, and his eyes roll back, his jaw going slack as his tongue lolls out of his mouth. He digs his heels into the couch, pushing his hips into yours as you continue your pace, his throbbing cock twitching excitedly under the friction of your warm heat. Sparks begin to pop behind his eyes, and he swears he’s so close, he’s nearly there…

When, suddenly, you stop your pace and release his tie, letting it loosen around his neck. He watches, stunned, as you rise from his lap, walking away from him. He’s barely waking up from his blissful haze, holding his throat as he carefully breathes, blinking repeatedly to keep his vision from swimming. His cock stood hard and lonely, twitching with dissatisfaction at a stolen release. His gaze snaps back to you, as you walk back towards the Vagastrom garage. It takes a few tries, but he summons his voice, scrambling to lift himself from the couch. “Hey!” He sits upright, staring at your retreating figure. When you don’t turn around, he hurriedly stands, holding his head in his hands as he reorients himself. “Hey!” He says it with a bit more urgency, and heads after you after shaking his head. “What the fuck was that, Little Miss Inspector?” He grabs your shoulder and forcefully turns you around, unsurprised to see a neutral expression on your face again. 

“What the fuck was what?”

He crosses his arms and stares at you with displeasure. “Come now, Miss Inspector. I’m the one to play coy. What the fuck was that?” 

He watches as you roll your eyes dismissively and turn away, continuing on your way. “A lapse in judgement.” 

Leo freezes. A lapse in judgement? No, he knows it was more than that. The satisfaction flaring in your eyes while on top of him told him so. He hurries after you, stomping on the ground before he catches up and pulls your sleeve, forcing you to face him again. His cool exterior is cracking, the desperation in his groin reawakening as he pulls you back. “Come on, Miss Inspector~.” He says the phrase a little whiny despite trying to hide his yearning with teasing. “...Don’t make me beg for it.”

His eyes bore into yours, his golden gaze flashing with an amalgam of desire, envy, desperation, and excitement. The words ‘Please give me more’ rested helplessly on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray his calm attitude if you turned away from him again. His face was an open book all over again, his true feelings visible in the way he gazed at you, in the way he chewed on his bottom lip, in the way he tightened his grip on your sleeve. 

He watches as the corner of your lips quirks upwards, as though satisfied all over again. You pass the unsigned report to him again, and Leo realizes you must’ve walked away to collect it. “How about this?” You turn to him, shit-eating grin spreading across your face. “If you sign this…” You tap the report tauntingly, and he stares back at you, realization dawning on him, “...I’ll drag you back to that couch and finish what I started.”

Leo almost balks. His own bargaining chip, used against him. He stares at the report in his hands, part of him wanting to refuse, and the other half wanting to sign it and drag you back to the couch himself. 

His gaze lifts to you, and he finds you gazing at him expectantly, as though you had him right where you wanted, and knew exactly what he wanted. A rueful smile plays across his face as he flips open the report, not bothering to glance at the details before reaching the signatures page. He glances up at you, and catches the tail end of a satisfied smirk, before it drops, returning to the same expectant look. He grips the edges of the report, staring back at you.

Fuck. He really hoped he had a pen on him.

a/n: wrote this in three separate sittings. not sure how, so don't ask. i really hope y'all enjoy this bc lowkey im a little scared i didn't write this well enough! but if you enjoyed, please do let me know yippee!!!

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thank you all 4 asking 2 be tagged, i hope you all enjoyed!

[alanmidog]

another snippet except it's two different fics this time (haku kusanagi x reader; subaru kagami x reader)

hi hey yea its me again everyone eat this 2 hopefully tide u over bc i feel bad abt not making as quick progress as i thought i would. i fear i've been brainrotting over these so bad that my brain cannot bring myself 2 write bc im so tortured by The Visions™.

i have no timeline 4 when the fics will be posted but im off work all of next week so yk what that means!!!!!!!!! hopefully they'll be posted next week or so... i apologize 4 the delay <3 thank u all 4 ur patience!

Links 2 the first parts in case u haven't seen them:

Victim: Part One; There's a Snake Under Your Bed! (Perv!SlightYan!Haku Kusanagi x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

Victim: Haku's POV Bonus

Visions: Part One (Yan!Perv!Subaru Kagami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

Sneak Peek of Victim: Part Two; There's a Hawk at Your Window!:

There you were, at his window, staring like a hawk. He swallows, strained, watching your gaze like a deer caught in headlights. He’s frozen, unable to move. He feels his mouth go dry as he breathes heavily, trying to control his heart pounding with nerves. Why did this feel… petrifying? He felt more than watched, he felt tracked. Hunted, even. For how long had your gaze been following him and for how long had he not noticed? There was something predatory in the way your eyes didn’t move from his form, unblinking, undisturbed. A shiver runs down his spine. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears now, a strange feeling between fear and apprehension and mysterious arousal filling his senses. You doing this was odd, but, something in him was actually-

He’s snapped out of his stupor by you knocking on the window again, your gaze returned to normal, your expression confused. He blinks, his mind catching up to reality. What even was that? Your expression seemed normal now, the predatory feeling dissipating immediately. No more fear, no more apprehension. An odd numbness remained instead, along with the arousal, still swimming in his abdomen. He shakes his head. Maybe he’d been seeing things. He glances down at his topless form, debating putting on a shirt, but at your second set of hurried knocks, he decides you’re far more important anyway.

He marches over to the window, letting his face spread into a lazy grin. Regardless of whether you were staring at him or not, he was always happy to see you. He unlocks it and slides it open, his smile widening when he sees you’re only in your pajamas.

“Gotta say, Juliet, I really don’t think this is how the book went.” Haku’s smile is nothing short of lovestruck, resting his arms on the windowsill and gazing out at you. He notes your gaze wandering over his bare skin, and makes no effort to hide himself, his smile transforming into a teasing grin. He props his chin up in his hand, lifting an eyebrow at you. “I’m supposed to be sneaking to your window, aren’t I?”

His heart feels warm at your fond sigh, the sound sweeter to his ears than any melody he’s ever played on his flute. You move closer to the window, reaching up with your hands to place them on the windowsill. “Yea. Sometimes though, a girl’s gotta take initiative.” Your smirk only serves to warm his heart further. You then hold your arms up towards him, tilting your head. “Help me up?”

He mimics your fond sigh from earlier, reaching down to circle his arms around your back. He’s very glad he decided not to put a shirt on before coming to the window. His hair and chest were still damp from his shower, and some light droplets of water drips onto your shoulder as he holds you. He purposely lets his breath trail behind your ear, reveling in how you try to suppress a shiver. “Hold on,” he murmurs in your ear, tightening his grip around your sides as he prepares to pull you up. He feels you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as much as you could from this angle. He slowly lifts you from the ground, carefully pulling you inside, ensuring your pajamas don’t get caught on the window. When he’s pulled you in, he moves one arm further down your body to hold your waist as he gently sets you down, keeping his arms around you a moment longer than necessary. 

He pulls away once he’s sure you’re steady, keeping his left hand on your waist and pretending to brush away dust from your chest so he can feel the plushness of it for only a moment. “Alright, princess.” He moves back to the window and slides it closed again, locking it. “To what do I owe this late night visit?”

Haku couldn’t believe his luck. Here, in front of him, was the object of his desires, in a room alone with him, in her pajamas, with him topless. This could go a million ways, and he was really trying not to make it obvious where his mind was headed.

Sneak Peek of Visions: Part Two:

He pretended to bury himself in a project, as most Hotarubi students do, hoping you’d recognize that he wanted this to go no further. The “project” technically wasn’t an excuse, especially since he was working on his own recovery. His voice was still rough from overuse, his skin was still covered in bruises and hickeys and your fingerprints, and he still had trouble walking in a straight line if his mind so much as wandered to an implication of that night. He constantly felt distracted, so much so that, if he even chose to go to class, he would end up staring aimlessly at the walls or through windows. He would try not to let his thoughts find their way to you, but they always did. Anyone who noticed thankfully chalked it up to his poor excuse of a project, but the balance was still disturbed. Things were still wrong. He couldn’t find his previous footing any longer. He has to resist the urge to knock on your door again, and plead for some form of freedom. 

It’s becoming frustrating to him. This was not the plan. 

He was not supposed to flinch. He was not supposed to falter. He was not supposed to break. And yet, here he was. He flinched every time he heard your voice, trying his best to shoo off the memory of how your voice transformed into moans above him. He faltered every time you made eye contact with him, quickly glancing away and hoping you wouldn’t consider his silence impolite. There were more cracks forming in his facade than before, rapidly spreading throughout his body, threatening a nearly inevitable break. He was flinching. He was faltering. He was breaking. This was not at all appropriate, not in the slightest. He had thought that, from indulging once, his mind would finally be clear of it. But the bruises wouldn’t go away, clear evidence of his disobedience and ignorance and straying sight. The proof of his desires, littered over him in bright color, red and blue and purple. The ghost of the taste of you remained on his tongue and the sounds you mutually made at your bodies entwining replays in his ears like a broken record. At night, he’d have to resist the urge to press on his bruises, attempting to reignite the pain and pleasure you’d so masterfully enacted on him then. He’d never been so far gone.

He was supposed to be good at resisting temptation. This was supposed to be a slip up to remind him of his role to play, and the rewards that come with discipline and self-control. And yet, his brain always seemed to stop at the same question: why did the indulgence feel so good? So liberating? If the indulgence was forbidden, by his own hand no less, how long had he deprived himself for the slightest bit of leeway to feel like heaven itself? Would it feel like that every time he gave in? 

Indulgence had not been the cure-all he’d expected. How could he be such a fool? Of course, temptation was never to be followed. Desires were never to be fed. Indulgence was the opposite of control. There had to be a way to salvage this. There had to be.

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Feeding the Tiger

My first tkdb fic heheh

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You bring Taiga a snack. Taiga decides you look pretty delicious, too.

TW: There's a little blood play and a little knife play too. Nothing too gross or scary or gory, it's actually kinda cute. Lots of licking though :3

(im reading so much cute stuff on here i wanted to share too!!!! it's not smut but it's not... not smut. gender neutral reader! mdni! i'm kisu_kudasai on ao3 if u prefer reading there ♡)

It’s been a few days since your last mission with the Sinostra ghouls, and you’ve found yourself in the gardens at Obscuary looking at the anomalous plants with Lyca. The werewolf has decided go all in on his studies, and you, slightly behind on your classes with all the missions you’ve been going on, have gladly been accompanying him to his study sessions. Currently, you were crouched in a pile of thorny dark grey underbrush, phone flashlights moving between the textbook splayed open on the ground and a tiny yellow flower with petals that seemed to vibrate threateningly if you got too close.

“Hmm…” Lyca says, scratching his neck as he stares at the diagram in the textbook. “It says that this plant is harmless, but the petals can continue to shake even after it’s been severed from the stem.”

“I wonder why it does that?” you think out loud. You look down at the book, and continue reading where Lyca has left off. “It says here that the whole plant has anti-inflammatory properties, and drinking tea infused with the petals can give sensations of warmth and relaxation. That sounds nice! I wonder if the petals vibrate when they get boiled down, too.”

Lyca looks at the flower, a small grimace appearing. “I don’t like how it moves,” he says, prodding it with the end of his pen. The petals buzz angrily at him. “It’s like a bee or somethin’, makes me feel weird.”

You scribble some more notes down on the flower, before standing up and clapping your hands together. “Okay, now we need to inspect the environment it grows in.” You look around for any other plants you might remember learning about in class. Suddenly, something catches your eye before quickly disappearing into a bush. You crouch back down, pulling yourself close to Lyca. “Hey, Lyca-kun…. did you see that?” you whisper.

His ears perk up, head immediately whipping around to the source of the sound. He motions for you to stay quiet, and you nod. He remains crouched, slowly making his way towards the sound, ears trained as the creature moves through the underbrush. You hear the gentle sound of leaves being pushed around as it walks, unaware of the werewolf looming above it. Suddenly, you see Lyca pounce from his spot, leaping face-first into the foliage. He growls and wraps his arms around something that squirms against him as he tries to get a better hold on it.

“Oh my god, Lyca!” You jump to your feet, scrambling towards him. It’s white and about the size of a soccer ball, screeching loudly and flapping in the werewolf’s face. You grab your bag to look for something to secure the creature, before deciding to turn the tote upside down, pouring all its contents onto the forest floor. You shove it towards a struggling Lyca. “Put it in here!” You hold the bag open beside him as he awkwardly bends his arms to place it inside. It screams as it hits the bag, Lyca holding it closed while you tie the top of the tote using its straps. The two of you toss it a few feet away before cautiously backing away from it.

“Lyca-kun…” you pant, keeping your eye on the wriggling bag before turning to look at him. “Nice job!” You reach a hand up to ruffle his hair. He looks at you and smiles widely, blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Pfft. That was easy,” he says, pretending to deflect your compliment. “What was that, though?” The two of you stare at it as it wriggles around on the ground, occasionally screeching.

You search the ground and find a nice stick. “I didn’t get a good look,” you say, holding the stick like a weapon. “Do you think it’s safe to pick up?” Lyca looks back at you with a shrug.

Your hands clench around the stick while Lyca sits on high alert, both staring at the bag. After a few minutes, it seems as though it’s begun to relax. Cautiously, you move forward together. You gently prod the bag with your stick. Lyca watches, arms out, ready to grab it if it were to attack. Nothing happens. You wait a few beats before prodding it again, a little harder this time. It makes a small sound, and the bag moves a bit. The werewolf’s curiosity has piqued now, and he prods it with his finger. A slight rustle, and another little sound that almost sounded like…

“Did it just… cluck..?”

Lyca rolls the bag toward himself, peering in through a small gap. A single black eye looks back out at him, followed by another cluck. “Ehhhh?” Lyca says, tilting the opening of the bag to you. You lean in over his shoulder, and the eye stares at you. You point your phone flashlight at it and it clucks again, rustling slightly.

“Lyca, I think it’s a chicken!,” you say, almost laughing. You pull the bag open slightly to find a chicken sitting inside, tilting its head at you.

Lyca scoffs, brushing the bag away. “Ehhh, I thought I’d caught an anomaly or somethin’!” He sounds disappointed. “What’s a chicken doin walkin’ aroun’ here in the creepy forest like that anyway?”

You bend down to scoop it out of the bag, but as you lift it, it pecks at your hand. “Ah, ow! What the fuck!” you exclaim, dropping it back down in surprise. “I was just trying to pick you up, stupid chicken,” you grumble.

“Lemme try.” Lyca clears his throat. “Oi, lil chicky. I wanna hold you.” He reaches into the bag, his hand shooting out not a second later. “OW! It bit me!!!!! Hey, I don’t like that thing!” He rubs his hand against his shirt and quickly ties the bag back up. “That was real rude of you, chicken.”

“That thing’s so mean, right, Lyca? Oh! And it’s almost two. I gotta get to class soon!” You bend down and start gathering the things you’d strewn all over the forest floor earlier. “I guess I’ll just hold my things for now… Hey, Lyca-kun. Do you want the chicken?”

He shakes his head. “No. I don’t like it. Should we let it go?” Lyca kicks the bag a bit, the chicken squawking angrily at him.

You wait for it to calm down again, then pick the bag up, this time from the tote straps. “Nah, I don’t think there’s supposed to be chickens in Obscuary. I’ll just get rid of it,” you say, holding the chicken as far away from your body as you can. Its beak pops out of the top of the bag, threatening to peck you.

“How you gonna get rid of it?” Lyca asks curiously, leading the way out of the forest.

“Hmmmm… I was thinking I’d give it to someone who wouldn’t mind its attitude,” you reply, a smirk growing on your face. Yeah, that was a good idea. This feisty chicken would definitely make a great gift for a special someone who liked to play with their food.

On your way to class, you decide to pass through the casino to get rid of the chicken so you could put your books back into your bag. As you open the familiar Sinostra doors, you’re instantly bombarded by the cacophony of ringing slot machines. Romeo’s mooks welcome you in with a nod, eyeing your wriggling bag but saying nothing. You breeze past the game tables, thinking about your genius idea to bring the Sinostra Captain a little snack. He’d already somewhat started to remember you, and you were hoping that this gift could be the thing that would finally cement you in his brain. You hesitate as you approach the doors to his room, wondering if he’d pull his gun on you again. You pin your textbooks to your chest and knock.

From within you hear his voice, raised in annoyance. “All right, what the hell do you want?” A few moments later, the door opens a slit, and the metal nozzle of a gun points at your forehead.

You jump back slightly. “Taiga! It’s just me!” One of his bright red eyes appear behind the gun, peering out at you.

“Ah….. Ah-ha! Kitty-cat! You're back again, huh?” Recognition flickers on Taiga’s face, and he relaxes his grip on the gun. “Don't worry, I wasn't gonna hurt you... yet.” He winks at you, lowering the gun.

“I… I brought you a snack” you say, your voice steadying itself. Having a gun pointed at you was never going to not be absolutely nerve wracking, but you hated to admit to yourself that you were starting to get used to it whenever the redhead was holding it. Taiga eyes you suspiciously, but opens the door wider for you to enter. You close it behind you before handing him the bag which he immediately grabs, pulling the straps open. The chicken sits at the bottom, staring at him. Taiga’s eyes widen.

“Gyahaha! My little kitty brought me a snack, huh?” He drops his gun and sets the chicken-tote on the ground, crouching down to look at it. “Oh, looky here, Peekaboo’s finally back!,” he croons, pecking at the chicken with his finger. The chicken pecks back at Taiga, who laughs and moves his finger quickly away. “Ah, this little guy’s got attitude!” You watch as Taiga tries to catch the chicken’s peck with his fingers, but ends up getting pecked instead. “Ow, ow! Okay, okay! I get it! You’re the boss around here!” The redhead turns to look at you, grinning.

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance. “Do you always play with your food before eating it?” you ask him.

“Hey, don’t knock it til you try it, Kitty-cat! Playing with food’s more than just hobby - it makes it taste better too! Gyahaha!”

You watch amusedly as he continues to playfully try and catch the chicken’s pecks. He shifts so that he’s sitting cross-legged with the chicken in front of him, almost in his lap. You’d hate to admit, but it’s a funny scene - an impulsive and destructive anomaly-eating monster playing with a tiny creature. It’s almost… cute? You don’t realize immediately, but you find that you’ve slowly scooched up beside him to watch.

After watching for a few minutes, the fluff of the chicken’s feathers finally entices you. “Taiga, is it… soft?” You ask him. The redhead thinks for a moment, then pauses his play to pet the chicken’s back. His touch is rough and forceful, his pets causing it to bob up and down against his hand. It stops trying to peck him. Taiga laughs, and nods up in confirmation at you. You bite your lip and think for a second before turning back to him. “Can I… Also pet it?”

His eyes light up. “Oh, now you wanna get in on the fun?” He gestures to the chicken. “Go ahead, Kitty-cat. Give it a belly rub…. Just don’t get too attached, I’m still gonna eat it!" Taiga laughs, before thrusting the chicken into your lap.

You sit awkwardly as the chicken flaps for a second, not knowing how to handle the animal. As you hesitantly rearrange it on your lap, it turns and sits down, finally allowing you to pet its back. “Oh wow… it is soft!”

“See, I told you it was fun!” He watches you in amusement as your fingers gently move down the chicken’s back. You ruffle its feathers slightly, and it makes a gentle cooing sound. “Now don’t get too comfy, Kitty-cat… I’m starving!” From seemingly nowhere, he procures a knife and begins to playfully chop at the air, as it preparing to cut the chicken. You roll your eyes and ignore him, continuing to pet the little animal. “Taka-taka-taka-taka-taka! Hey Honour Roll, did you hear me? I said don’t get too attached to that thing, so don’t say I didn’t warn ya when I start carving up this little guy!” He continues to chop the air excitedly with his knife, before one of his chops gets a little too close to your ear.

A sharp, hot pain sears into your skin. “OW! Taiga!” You instinctively place your hand to the side of your head, feeling for damage. “You cut my ear!”

The redhead blinks, and looks at you in surprise. “Oh. Sorry, Kitty-cat! I didn’t mean to…” His eyes widen as he looks down at the blood coating your ear, and starts to chuckle. “Ah, kitty’s got a little scratch, huh?” You glance down your hand to see a thick smear of wet blood.

“Y-yeah…” You reach back up to your stinging ear again, cupping it. “Hey, Taiga… is it bad?”

Taiga giggles, dropping his knife on the floor. He lowers himself in front of you. “Awww, kitty’s got a boo-boo!” He gently moves your hand out of the way and tilts your ear to face him, examining the cut. His fingers gently flip the cartilage of your ear forward to properly assess the damage. “Ah, looks like a tiny little scratch… don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you can’t even handle a little chicken-chop.” He dabs at the cut with his finger, making you flinch. He brings his bloodied finger towards his lips, before looking up at you. “Does it hurt, little kitty?”

“Ah…” You wince, but the pain isn’t bad. The cut must not be too deep, despite the blood that seems to be oozing out. “It doesn’t hurt much, just stings a bit. The blood’s kinda getting everywhere, though. Do you have a napkin or something I can wipe it on?”

He looks back down at his bloody finger, and you swear something flickers in his eyes for a second. It almost looks like he’s admiring it. “Mmm…” he drawls, sniffing the blood. He looks back at you, and puts his finger into his mouth, sucking it. He grins as your eyes widen in shock. “Blood’s just so… tasty.” He swiftly moves closer to you, sniffing your neck. “Mmmmmm….” He purrs, breath hot against your stinging ear. “Or is it just you, Kitty-cat? Are you the one that’s tasty?”

You blush at his comment, and feel your ear pulsing. A drop of blood starts to slowly drip down the side of your damaged ear. Taiga notices, turning your head to the side with a rough hold on your chin. His nails dig into your skin and he hums a noise of approval. He’s so close, you can feel his breath on your cheek. You hear his mouth open slightly.

“A-are you gonna…… lick me??” Your voice nearly falters.

The redhead laughs sharply before his voice drops back down to a deep purr. “Oh you know me so well, Kitty-cat…” He whispers menacingly in your ear and you squeeze your eyes, bracing yourself. He breathes teasingly on your ear. “My pretty kitty, sitting here in my room, bleeding for me… Even letting me lick it off…”

You realize that his arm has snaked to your front when he grabs your bloody hand, bringing it to his lips as he abandons your ear. He slowly unfurls it, eyes moving down to look at the smear of blood from earlier, before placing his mouth on it. You feel the sides of his teeth against your skin as he licks and sucks. He groans softly into your open palm.

What the fuck is even happening right now? You sit wide-eyed and perfectly still, heart thumping loudly. He watches you, seeming to delight in the fear and confusion in your eyes before pawing at your arm to bring your hand closer to his mouth. Taiga nuzzles into your wet palm, tongue occasionally darting out to lap at whatever trace of blood was left. He looks almost like a blood-hungry puppy. And it’s almost… cute. He nips gently at your fingertips, skin catching slightly on his sharp teeth. Oh… and now he’s playing with my fingers. Is Taiga really just an oversized housepet? You relax slightly, slowly reaching out your other hand to ruffle his hair, which elicits a low purr from the redhead. He grins up at you, a tinge of blood on his lips.

Suddenly, you feel a coldness as the drop of blood from your ear drips down, landing and rolling slowly down your neck.

Taiga’s eyes immediately lock onto it, his grin growing wider. “Mmm…. what a good kitty… Bringing me so many presents today…” He releases your hand and stretches a finger out to gently touch the blood, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. “Everything about you is so sweet, Kitty-cat…” he leans in closer, face inches away from yours. You blush at his proximity, your back straightening involuntarily as a chill runs down your spine. “And don’t even think about moving, or you’ll regret it… Gyahaha!”

You do as you’re told, your body gently buzzing from his teasing. His breath smells like blood, his clothes like gunpowder. “What happens if I move?” You retort.

“Hmmm…” he taps his chin with his finger, eyes locked on you, trying to read your face. “You get a punishment, simple as that. What, are you scared? That kinda thing should be easy for a clever kitty like you, hm?”

You nod slowly, accepting his challenge. As you close your eyes and take in a deep breath in an effort to keep calm, Taiga suddenly knocks you backwards onto the ground. You let out a surprised yelp. The redhead is quick to straddle his legs around your waist, once again grabbing your jaw with one hand to turn your head to the side, leaving your bloodied ear and neck exposed. He plays with the blood, drawing a line down your neck to your collarbone with his finger. It tickles, and you have to fight to stay still.

He moves his mouth back into the crook of your neck, nipping at your collarbone. You stifle a moan. You hear him breathing heavily into you, smelling and teasing your sensitive skin with his breath. He licks you from the base of your neck and slowly moves upwards, leaving a thin trail of saliva on your skin that cools as it dries. When he finally reaches the blood droplet, he pauses.

“Ready, kitty?” Without giving you time to respond, Taiga bites down, loudly sucking at the blood on your skin. You gasp, squirming in his hands as the sensation sends shivers down your entire body.

“W-What the fuck, Taiga?” you breathe, struggling to hold back a yet another moan.

“Tsk… Now, what did I just say, Kitty-cat?” He purrs, gripping your jaw harder. He leers down at you, a dangerous smile forming on his lips. “That's a penalty for moving.” He reaches beside you and grabs his knife off the ground. Your eyes widen. “Now… How should I punish you?” He tests how the knife looks on you by pressing it lightly against your cheek, then against your jaw, then against your neck. “Mmm… These all look so good on you, makes me wanna see you all spread open for me. What do you say, kitty? I’m hungry, but I’ll let you decide… Where should I draw a little line so I can get more blood out of you?”

The knife is cold against your skin. At every point Taiga presses his knife, you feel a current of thrill and arousal course through your veins. You notice he’s surprisingly gentle with the knife, not pressing down hard enough to draw blood. He’s still playing with you, and he’s asking for permission to push you further. You’re silent for a moment before deciding to boldly reply, “I have an idea.”

He looks at you, amused, sharp teeth glinting. “Oh, my little kitty’s feeling brave now, hm? What is it? I’m all ears.”

You hesitate for a moment, rearranging your words in your head to best get what you want from him. “Well... If you're as hungry as you say, why don’t you just bite me? Your teeth can't be that sharp for nothing.”

The moment the words come out of your mouth, you see his lips curl up in a bloodthirsty grin. You’ve just made him an offer he can’t refuse. “Mmmm… You're offering yourself up to me now, huh, kitty? Now we’re talking.” He brings his lips to your neck, unsheathing his razor-sharp teeth. “Last chance to take it back,” he growls.

You press your head into the floor, showing him as much of your bare neck as you can. With that, he brings his teeth to your skin and nips you, drawing several drops of blood. You squeak, shuddering in pleasure at the sharp pain and involuntarily grinding your hips into his. A low moan escapes your lips before you can catch it, and you clamp your mouth shut in embarrassment.

Taiga’s eyes flash wickedly. “Oh, sounds like my little kitty likes bleeding for me, huh?” he croons, licking the wound he’s made on your neck. “So pretty, kitty, I just wanna eat you all up. You're mine now, you know that? All mine to play with, and mine to eat.” He sucks and kisses your blood-tinged neck, leaving behind deep bruises and marks all the way down to your shoulder, every bite coaxing a soft gasp from your open mouth. You grind into him again, taking pleasure in the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, a quiet groan emerging from his lips. He loops his fingers around your belt to force your hips down. “You playin’ with me, Kitty-cat?” His eyes have darkened, voice dropping an octave. “Really didn’t think you’d be the type to wanna get eaten up like this.”

You eye him, taking it as a compliment. “And I didn’t think you’d be the type to take your time like this,” you counter. “What’s with all the talk, anyway? I thought you said you were hungry.” You brace yourself for him to devour your neck.

Taiga’s eyes widen. You are being such a fucking brat, and he loves it. He lowers his head to your neck once more, giving it a long, wet, playful lick.

“So needy, kitty…” he says, grinding into you once more before gradually sitting up, admiring how soft and compliant you look under his weight. He untangles his fingers from your belt loop, and you whine at the lack of contact. “Mmm… And I like when my meals beg so desperately.” He licks his lips, a cunning smile growing as he starts to slowly undo your pants. You wait, heat pooling in your stomach.

Suddenly, he reaches his hand out and snatches the chicken off the floor by the neck, holding it up like a trophy. “But Peekaboo’s arrived, and I’m starving!” He wiggles it in front of you, laughing wickedly as you balk up at him, blinking at the stupid chicken that clucks angrily in his grip. Talk about a cock block.

“Aw, don’t look so disappointed, Kitty-cat. You know by now how much I like to play with my food.” He stretches out a finger to tip your face so you’re that looking him in his bright red irises. “I’m just waiting for the perfect time to eat it.”