#Floor of it it if it didn’t IMMEDITELY interest me.

[glitterhoof]

uhm okay IF i had a YouTube channel would u guys watch me maybe. im thinking of showcasing my ponies and / or toy rescues and giving general info on them AND cleaning them up or just maybe i dont know, playing with it!???

[mochiswifey]

OUT OF PLACE

Synopsis; You've been assigned to work for Bonten for 1 year in order to insure the truce between them and your family. It was easy until unwanted feelings started to blossom.

CW: Age gap, Mental Illness, Crack, foul language, roasting, suggestive. Cannibalism sort of... MDNI

Kanji Mochizuki*Takeomi Akashi*South Terano

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"Where the hell is your daughter?" Takeomi asked tapping impatiently on the meeting table. Your father sighed knowing you'll only arrive when you want to.

"She'll be-"

"What the fuck?" You kick the door open with a sour expression on your face. The bonten men including your father snapped their heads on your direction. Their irritation faded as soon as they see you. They were rather surprised.

"A-are you kidding me? That girl is your number 3?" Ran chuckled as he points at your small figure, no taller than 5ft3 you look like you work at a kawaii cafe.

No one will ever suspect that you killed over 200 human beings.

"No boi, are you kidding me? This goddamn room needs extra venti-fucking-lation." You cover your nose walking towards your father and standing beside him. You look at the men who are sat 4 by 4 on each side of the meeting tables.

"I can smell fucking *gag* I can smell Taiyaki." You look at Mikey who you'll describe as a walking skellyton with a wig.

"I can smell drugs." You look at Sanzu who you immeditely saw as a cringy anime cosplayer.

"I can smell sex, cum and cheap perfume." You look at Rindou and Ran who has a smirk on their faces liking that you're pretty. They expected an uggo since your father said you're a skilled fighter. And pretty and skilled fighter doesn't come in combo so often.

"I can smell fucking lung cancer and goddamn old people." Lastly you look at Takeomi and Kanji.

"You didn't look at Kokonoi and Kakucho..." Sanzu says crossing his arms offended that you didn’t roast the other two.

"No, don't worry. I can smell them too." You leaned forward with your hands on you chest and nodded assuring Sanzu. He squints his eyes and tilted his head. He was desperate for you to roast the others.

"I smell their unresolved internal trauma."

"DAMN!?"

Ran and Rindou both said at the same time while Kokonoi and Kakucho looked at you wide eyed and obviously offended.

"I uh... She's my daughter. Just say who you want to be killed and she'll do it for you. Just don't touch her neck or else she'll totally snap." Your father warned them while you nod to every word he says.

They definetely ignored his warning about touching your neck. Sanzu and Ran got their fingers bent in horrible directions three weeks after you started working with them 'cause they did what your father told them not to do. Sanzu was left crying on the floor while Ran got shoved inside the toilet head first. Let's just say no one ever tried to touch your neck after that.

They were skeptical about trusting you. They knew you're a front runner in wars and they've seen you wearing your purge mask during the time they almost got annhilated. But they just couldn't believe it was you.

"Don't mess this up." Mikey says before letting you go to your first mission. They were ready to receive your call telling them you've failed but they were flabbergasted when you came back 30 minutes later covered in blood holding your targets head.

"Y-You got them already?"

"Bruh, I wouldn't be here if I didn't right? You got a bigass head yet you lack brains the fuck?" You roast Mochi's making him shut his mouth.

Sanzu and the other's laugh making Mochi glare at them.

Since that day you established that you're a savage.

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They don't despise you. The truth is they are entralled by you. They are interested by the mystery you offer. The way you could be sweet and be replaced by satan in a blink of an eye.

The way you act? It's odd for them. Your sweetness? It's definetely not an act. Your voice is never honeyed. And it sends them on the edge.

You are so genuine by your words it almost softens them. But when you became satan himself the change is so drastic they always feels like they're high on drugs.

"So, you won't talk?" You kick the soccer ball at the traitor who's tied on the chair while the men watch.

"I won't tell you-" The ball bounced back and you immeditely kicked it towards the traitors face. No matter how he tries to avoid it your ball always lands on his face. They've never seen someone torture a traitor with a soccer ball.

They found it disturbing that you seems to be doing this for an another step. You told the traitor that him being kicked with the ball is the equivalent of human meat being tenderized before being eaten.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH-" You kick the ball one last time before dashing towards him and kicking him in the face with both feet causing the man's chair to fall down.

"You see, they are fucking crazy." You point at the Bonten men. "But I'm crazier." You pulled the traitor up by his collar and taking a huge bite on his face.

"What the fuck..." Was what most of them were thinking as they watch the traitor scream helplessly.

"Fuck, this why I hate 30 years old men. The fucking meat is goddamn hard and disguting." You spat out the poor traitor’s face on the floor.

Thank god. Someone from the executives thought.

You got what you wanted after that.

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"You should take a shower." Mochi approached you offering you a towel not caring that you almost ate a man alive.

You look at the towel on his hand then to his eyes. You didn’t utter a word and turned away from him ignoring him.

He absolutely hates when you do that.

"Don't fucking act like that-"

"Oh, pardon me the last time I check we ain't friends." You threw your hands on the air as you walk out of the torture room.

"Hey! Don't be so fucking rude!" He yells while following you. He just want to see the sweet girl who tended on his wounds a few nights ago.

"I will shove your head inside the goddamn toilet like I did with Ran if you don't stop following me-"

"Do you like.... wanna go out on a date with me?" Your feet stop. You even thought your heart stopped for a moment.

"Pardon?" You turned around to look at Mochi who towers over you. Your first initial thought of him when you first saw him is that...

He looks old. And the beard doesn't suit him. And the blond hair? That really needs to go out to the trash. His attire? Doesn't help. His fur coat makes him look older and like- what is he trying to achieve?

You look up to him amused.

"Are you on drugs?"

"I'm not, I'm genuinely asking." You turned around and his heart felt a stung. This is his first ever rejection-

"Hmm, you're a bold one. Never thought you'll be the one who wants to be arrested by the FBI." You tell him while you walk away.

"You're not 18?" He felt his heart dropped on his stomach. Are you really-

"I am over 18, but bruh. You are fucking 30. Pick me in front of the station in 2 hours though.”

Mochi is over the moon.

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"Ey, thanks for the ride." You wink at Mochi as you enter his luxury pickup truck. You were surprised that he was earlier than you.

"I thought we were going on a date?"

"Shit man... You're really that horny? Sorry to break the fantasy for you but I have low sex drive during winter." He looks at you and you look at him.

"You're awkward." You laugh before patting his shoulder.

"I don't really know how your brain works." "Me neither. Me neither pal."

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"Where's Mochi?" Ran asked ready to give him an intel about his business.

"He's out told me he scored a date with Psycho-"

"HE WHAT?!" Takeomi snapped at Sanzu. "Don't tell me you like her too." Kokonoi facepalms.

"Bruh, don't be a goddamn pedo. She's literally younger than you." Takeomi could only roll his eyes at Kokonoi's comment.

"I mean, as your brother. Stop it. Get some help."

Sanzu says as he takes out a bag of pills from his briefcase. That's fucking ironic.

"Love knows no age."

"WOAH! HOLD UP! SLOW DOWN YOU FUCKING SHAKESPEAR! YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!" The boys went wild as soon as those words were said by Takeomi.

He swears he's surrounded by idiots.

"Bruh, lemme tweet that shit. You got me crying tears!!!" Ran pulled out his phone and started tweeting.

"Damn! Look at this fool! You're all grown up brother!" Sanzu tried to hugged him but Takeomi squared his fist up making Sanzu pout.

"Bitch."

"I'm gonna find them." He says before leaving the members.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Sanzu yells overjoyed that his middle age brother is finally taking some action.

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Meanwhile, you and Mochi are strolling around the supermarket trying to find ingredients. Your hands are wrapped around his gigantic arm while he pushes the cart.

"I bet you my life they all think you're my father."

"No, they do not." He says defensive almost making you laugh.

"You wanna see?"

"No-" But before he could stop you, you've already approached an older woman and asked her to help you and your "daddy".

"Thank you so much! My daddy and I were planning on making pasta for my "mommy" can you tell us where the sauces are placed?" The old woman laughed and patted your head.

"You got a very beautiful daughter." She says to Mochi and he didn't fail to notice the annoying sly smile you had on your face as soon as you prove your stupid shit.

"Thank you so much!" You thank the old woman before returning to your "daddy"

"See-"

"Daddy huh? I'd prefer if you call me that while I fuck you dumb." He leaned down and whispered on your ear giving it a lick after. The lewd sound he made clouded your mind with lust.

He just awaken your lost sex drive. The way his tongue felt was amazing and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have it on your rapidly heating cunt.

"You fucking son of a bitch." You untangle your arms with his and your hand found its way on his belt. If you hadn't had the dose of your craziness earlier the day maybe you've already just jumped on his dick at the spot.

Not carrying about anyone but your “daddy”

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[amiandthechaos]

I'm interested to see your take on it so can I get some high school Neville/Charlie? 😘

so this took me literally an eternity im really sorry!

Neville didn’t mean to be there. It had been an unfortunate incident, but that didn’t mean he was able to look away. He thought he’d be trapped inside the school’s locker rooms all night (the grand finale of pranks from Neville’s bullies) but around nine thirty someone showed up and he breathed a sigh of relief. Turns out that it wasn’t a teacher, or security guard, or his grandmother. It was Charlie Weasley, school’s favorite athlete, first of his senior class, and the best looking boy Neville had seen.

As soon as Neville realized who he was, he hid as best as he could behind some gymnastics equipment. Getting caught by him would be the cherry on top of his hummiliation; even though Charlie probably had no idea who Neville was. 

So here he was now, still hiding from this extremely popular boy who had walked in the lockers, key in hand like he belonged and started to undress immeditely after. Neville could hardly believe it, and he wanted to close his eyes and respect Charlie’s privacy (although locker rooms weren’t usually private anyway) but it was difficult considering the fact that he had to make sure Charlie didn’t walk his way and see him.

After stripping completely, Charlie untied his long red hair and left for the showers. The place filled with steam very quickly and Neville thought this would be his chance to escape. If Charlie had the keys to the locker rooms, he probably had the ones for the school entrance as well.

But that meant he’d be leaving Charlie without keys. Neville was torn between leaving and staying, but his clumsiness decided for him when he stumbled over a plastic hoop and fell to the floor with a loud crash.

The showers were turned off. “Who’s there?” Charlie’s voice echoed off the walls. Neville could barely see with all the steam, but he heard Charlie’s footsteps approaching. He had to come clean before the situation got worse.

“Um, sorry, my name is Neville and-”

“Longbottom?” Charlie interrupted and Neville’s heart raced even faster.

Neville managed to get to his feet before Charlie stood in front of him, the lower half of his body wrapped in a white towel. Neville gulped. “Yes. How…how do you know my name?” 

Charlie was frowning as dropplets of water fell from his hair to his chest. “You’re in the debate team. We made it to the nationals last year because of you.”

“Oh.” Neville had almost forgotten that his name had been everywhere in the school the past year in support for the debate team. But he never imagined someone like Charlie would be interested in that.

“What are you doing here?” Charlie asked, still frowning, his arms crossed over his chest. Neville was slightly taller than him, but Charlie’s presence was so intimidating to him that he felt like he was shrinking.

Neville rubbed the back of his head. “Got locked up…”

The way Charlie relaxed his shoulders and his frown disappeared made Neville’s stomach drop. He thought he would have to explain how a bunch of his classmates dragged him down here and locked him up when they knew no one else would use the lockers that day. But Charlie gave him a look that told him he understood, and then his hand landed on Neville’s shoulder. 

“Want some hot chocolate?”

It was Neville’s time to be confused. “What? Here?”

Charlie nodded with a smile. “I always make sure I bring some. We can heat it up in the microwave.” He turned around and walked over to the large bag he had brought.

Neville wanted to ask what Charlie was doing here, but he seemed so comfortable around that Neville was almost pressed to think that he actually lived in the locker rooms.

“Here it is,” Charlie pulled out a large thermos before he turned to look at Neville, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t you want to know why I’m here?”

Neville tried not to stare too much, but Charlie should really get dressed. “Um, sure.”

Charlie walked over to the small microwave in the corner and took two plastic cups that were on top of it.

“I come every night to shower and use the school’s wifi. We’re nine people in my house and they cut the water every night,” he explained as he poured the chocolate and popped it in the microwave. “I’ve done it since junior year when they trusted me with the keys for being captain.”

Neville didn’t know Charlie had so many people in his family. He didn’t have any brothers or sisters in this school as far as Neville knew. The microwave beeped.

Charlie walked back and handed Neville a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

“Thanks.”

They drank in silence for a while, Charlie still without clothes.

“Anyway, I can let you out if you want and I won’t tell anyone. If they see you managed to escape somehow they’ll think twice before messing with you.” Charlie’s smile was brilliant and Neville forgot how to breathe normally.

“Or,” Charlie said, one hand combing his wet hair with his fingers. “You could stay for a while and help me study for my history exam.”

Neville didn’t want to seem to eager, but his head was already nodding before Charlie finished his sentence.

“Great! I’ll get my books.”

Charlie walked away again and as Neville watched him he thought that this was the best prank someone could have played on him.