#charlotte writes ✥

[mydarlingdahlia]

“Athropophagist.” Pt. 1

(This is gonna be in chapters, so strap in.)

Warnings: death, gore, cannibalism, decapitation, dismemberment, dark content overall, ✨murder✨, a dash of psychological torment 😚, also this is featuring yours truly this is my story I do what I want, Zenitsu goes a lil coo coo for Cocoa Puffs, actually more like a lot crazy, graphic themes, swearing, mentions of *a lot* of blood, don’t read this if you’re sensitive to that, uhhhh like a thriller horror movie type thing but like it’s Zenitsu, yes I know he’s weaker than the Hashira but let me live okay, this is literally just based off of a dream I had, also these are warnings for the entirety of the series not just this chapter

Dead Dove Do Not Eat: I know. I killed it myself and now it haunts me in my sleep.

You have been warned. This series will be very dark, and is certainly not for the faint of heart.

Reblogs and feedback are welcome!

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“Ughhhh…what time is it? …Great, it’s already noon…” Charlotte said, slowly rising out of her bed. Her alarm clock read 12:05. She had slept in. Well, at least she didn’t have to go to work, since it was a weekend.

She could hear everyone downstairs, most likely making lunch or doing whatever. She slid on her slippers and was pulling on her sweatshirt, when she heard her door open.

“Hey! You’re up, finally. I had half a mind to wake you up myself.” said Tengen’s voice from her doorway. Charlotte rolled her eyes, slipping one of her arms through a sleeve and flipping him off.

Tengen scoffed. “Rude. Anyways, turn on some damn lights, you’re gonna turn into a vampire if you always sulk around in the dark. C’mon, it’s lunch time already.” he said, turning on a light switch.

Charlotte groaned and rubbed her face as the light hit her eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness. Even though it was pretty much noon, she was still tired as hell. But lunch did sound pretty good.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be down in like two seconds.” she said, shuffling over to her vanity. She heard Tengen close the door and his footsteps retreat into the hallway.

After freshening up a bit and prodding a bit at her face, she decided she looked decent enough to head downstairs. She grabbed her phone off of her nightstand and headed out her bedroom door.

She slowly made her way down the stairs, looking at any potential messages her friends or family had left her. Hmmm. That’s a bit odd. No one had texted her since yesterday. Her friends were pretty much always online, and her mother always bombarded her with texts asking about things.

But she hadn’t received a single one…

“I’m probably overthinking it…” she thought to herself. “they’re probably all busy or on vacation, or something.”

She put her phone in her pocket and descended the rest of the stairs. She saw Shinobu, Kanao, and Tomioka in the kitchen, most likely making lunch. She caught a glimpse of the butterfly triplets and Aoi playing outside, with Mitsuri watching them from the porch.

Everyone else was either in the living room or somewhere else around the house.

“Ah! You’re awake. Come, come, Lottie. Make yourself some food.” Tengen said, ruffling her hair. Charlotte rolled her eyes and headed towards the kitchen and to the refrigerator. She didn’t feel like making anything, so she grabbed some fruit and sat down on the couch.

Tengen sat down next to her not even a moment later, provoking a groan from her.

“Can’t I ever get rid of you for more than five minutes?” she grumbled. Tengen laughed beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Nope! The wonderful perks of having me as your best friend! Say, have you seen Zenitsu or Nezuko? I haven’t seen either of ‘em since they left.” he said.

Charlotte looked around the room before back at Tengen again.

“No, I haven’t, actually…do you know where they went?” she asked him. Tengen just shook his head. So apparently he didn’t know their whereabouts either.

“Come to think of it, Zenitsu was acting a bit strange when they left. All cold and stuff. Seemed frustrated, no, rushed. Like there was a reason he wanted the two of them to le—” he was interrupted by an alert coming from his phone.

Charlotte got one as well, as it was vibrating fervently in her pocket. Apparently the whole area had gotten the alert.

“‘Serial killer/cannibal on the loose?’ Sounds like bullshit to me.” Tengen said, putting his phone away. Charlotte began to feel uneasy by the alert. Everyone else’s phones had gotten the alert, as well, and began to move towards the living room.

“I don’t know, Ten…but what about Zenitsu and Nezuko? They’re still out there!” Charlotte said.

“You don’t think they’re hurt or anything, are they?” Aoi asked, coming in from outside with the butterfly triplets on her trail.

“Well…we can’t be positive unless we go look for them.”

“I’ll look for them! I’ll take Inosuke and Genya with me, as well!” Tanjiro piped up. Charlotte thought for a moment, before answering.

“Alright, Tanjiro. As long as you’ll be safe?” Charlotte asked.

Tanjiro nodded eagerly. “Yes! You have my word, Ms. Charlotte.”

And with that, the three of them headed out the front door.

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“Do you think they’re alright? It’s been hours, now…” Kanao asked nervously, sitting next to Charlotte in the living room. Charlotte bit her lip.

“I don’t know, Kanao. Wherever they are, I’m sure they’re perfectly—” she was interrupted by her cellphone ringing loudly beside her.

Huh…Tanjiro’s calling her. Is something wrong?

“Hey guys? You might wanna come here.” she said, picking up the phone and putting it on speaker.

“Tanjiro? Hello? Is everything alright?”

“Charlotte! Thank goodness you picked up! I was worried we wouldn’t be able to get a hold of you all..” his voice sounded…panicked. Scared. And the connection was all off, too. His voice was glitching in and out, and the screen was lagging.

“Tanjiro? What happened? Where’s Inosuke and Genya?” Charlotte asked, a little panicked too.

“We’re here! I wish this was under better circumstances, though…” she heard Genya’s voice from the background.

“He’s gone crazy! Blood and guts everywhere…it was like he was eating her!” came Inosuke’s voice.

“Who? Who’s gone crazy?” Tengen asked.

“Zenitsu! He’s…he’s…” Tanjiro started, his voice breaking. Where those…tears?

“He’s what? What did he do?” Charlotte asked.

“He’s killed and eaten her! He killed Nezuko!” Genya said. Tanjiro shushed both of them as he frantically looked around. Charlotte noticed there were trees surrounding them.

“…Tanjiro…?”

Charlotte didn’t even get an answer before all hell broke loose. Tanjiro’s phone had fallen to the ground face down, but not before crimson blood flashed the screen.

They all heard screams coming from the phone, but the call disconnected after only a few seconds. Everyone sat in silence, not knowing what to do.

Charlotte felt something in her gut, deep, deep down. It wasn’t a good feeling, not at all. Something was wrong. So very, very, very wrong…

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And that is the end of part/chapter one! Stay tuned for more, if you dare.

[thoughtkick]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson

[thespilledquotes]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson

[wordedarchive]

It's July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

Charlotte Eriksson via wordedarchive

[thebookquotes]

I'm not everything I want to be, but l'm more than I was, and l'm still learning.

Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

[luckystarinsky]

when mary oliver said ‘if you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. give in to it.’

and mahmoud darwish said ‘and if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.

enter into the happiness, and burst.’

[north-noire]

sinking realization

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

🌹💀 That Time Ghost Almost Risked His Career 💀🌹

On the way to their date, Jade got mugged by three people. They obviously chose the really wrong target. When Ghost got the text message from her, he ran to the hospital to find her.

Masked Version (alternative storyline where he forgot to open the mask maybe? He caught a lot of people's eyes.) 👇

Love me some Protective!Ghost (❁´◡`❁) (and yes that's also his worried face).

I miss drawing Ghost's unmasked face, so I kinda want to draw an expression, and it just pops out of my mind! (Might make a fic out of this 👀 who knows).

Hope you love this sketch! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Support me on Ko-Fi!

[thehopefulquotes]

I'm not everything I want to be, but l'm more than I was, and l'm still learning.

Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

[perfectquote]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson

[quotefeeling]

I'm not everything I want to be, but l'm more than I was, and l'm still learning.

Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

[short-wooloo]

Vox: ALASTORYOUPIECEOFSHITIFUCKINGHATEYOUNOTICEMEGODDAMIT!!!

Alastor: not now Vox, Lucifer dissed me so now I've got to go be a better father to his daughter

[asoftepiloguemylove]

THERE'S ALWAYS MORE // ON HEALING

Mandy Hale // 小年的你 Better Days (2019) dir. Derek Tsang // Molly McCully Brown "Poetry, Patience, and Prayer" from Places I've Taken My Body // B.N Pressman Stories of My Childhood // Karin Hadadan Little Moments of Joy That are Actually Big Things // Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells // unknown // Patrick Ness More Than This // unknown // Honey Boy (2019) dir. Alma Har'el

[luvlyycy]

katakuri is too big. his cock is so heavy and thick that you're honestly afraid of having it inside of you. like c'mon , he's seventeen feet tall . how the fuck is that dick fitting in you?

but he doesn't care bout allat, he'll stimulate his dick anyway he can. rub it on your soft tummy as his balls graze against your thighs, the mushroom tip of his huge dick rubbing against your boobs as you press them together.

katakuri will rub his dick on your back, rubbing his heavy balls against your ass as he does so, giant hands resting on your waist.

if you get antsy about having something deep in that greedy lil cunt, he'll finger you. his fingers are so thick that it honestly feels like getting fucked, he'll even unwrap his mouth and eat you out as a treat.

after all he does love sweets .

[charlottesbookclub]

i'm here (ser gwayne hightower x reader) 💚💚

Summary: you have a nightmare, but gwayne is there to comfort you 💚

Warnings/Tags: spouse!reader; gn!reader; established relationship (marriage); nightmares; angst/anxiety brought on by the nightmares; absolutely catastrophic levels of tooth-rotting fluff; let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️

Words: 2870

Author’s Note: as I mentioned in this post, gwayne hightower has absolutely consumed my life and I am down sooooooo bad for him rn, so voilá, this fic has emerged as a result of that! 💕 as I also say in that linked post, I'm not super familiar with hotd, so I'm sorry if any of the terms I use aren't canon-accurate (I watched game of thrones a few years ago and I tried my best to make it feel authentic to the world of canon, but something may have slipped through 😅). and I hope this feels in-character to gwayne! I've rewatched the scenes of his that I have access to many times for...... uhh ~Research Purposes~ but I haven't seen all his scenes yet, so I apologize if it feels ooc at all – I did my best to make it feel like him! 🥰

oh and this is key: we've all seen the necklace, right?? we know about the necklace, right????? that fucking necklace makes me absolutely feral so I've given it a backstory, because it truly has me foaming at the fucking mouth 😌 (also, if you haven't seen the necklace, may I please direct you to this incredible gifset so we can descend into madness over it together?)

as always, I hope you enjoy!! 🥰🥰 (also please feel free to share any gwayne thoughts you have – I'd love to scream about the precious man with y'all! ☺️💕)

            The memory was not yours, but in this moment, it felt like it was. Gwayne had only told you the story once, with hushed words and averted eyes. You had asked, and he could never find it in himself to keep anything from you, even if it made his chest seize with shame. He told you that the whole ordeal had been a result of foolishness on his part, something he would admit only to you. He said that he recalled the memory with great embarrassment now. But you felt nothing but terror.

            You stood on a large, grassy plain ringed with trees, a few wispy clouds scuddling across the blue sky above you. This was a place you had never seen, never been – but one thing was familiar. As you struggled to gain your bearings in the strange location, you saw a group of men on horseback just a short distance ahead. You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steed’s armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.

            You called out to him, but he didn’t respond; he seemed to be in conversation with one of the other men. You ran toward the small group and cried his name again, but even at close range he appeared not to hear you. Panic grew in your chest by the moment as you hurried closer still, coming near enough that you could almost reach out and touch Gwayne’s mount. You stretched out your hand to do just that when your arm was stopped by some invisible force. There was nothing in front of you, just empty air that you should have been able to move through with no difficulty. But you were trapped mere feet from your beloved, unable to reach him.

            Something was terribly wrong. You screamed his name this time, desperation compressing your lungs with the force of your yell. But it was clear that he could not hear you, since neither he nor any of the gathered men so much as turned toward the sound of your cries. Real fear gripped you now, shooting ice through your veins as you cast about you for something – anything – that you could do. And that was when a new kind of fear crept over you, one so old and visceral you could feel it down to your very bones. Shudders wracked your body as you turned your eyes toward the sky, suddenly certain that you were being watched. But not just watched – no, you were being hunted.

            At a loss for what else you could do, you renewed your efforts to alert Gwayne to the danger that you could feel but not yet see. You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well. It was just then that the other man finally noticed that something was wrong. He cast his eyes toward the sky as you had mere moments before, saying something to the gathered men. A wave of fear seemed to run through the horses, as there was a flurry of shifting hooves and nervous snorts. You could only watch in terror as realization washed over Gwayne’s face, twisting his handsome features into a terrifying expression of horror.

            You screamed at him to run just as everything burst into motion, the horses tearing off across the plain toward the cover of the trees. You found yourself moving along with them, though you had no mount of your own. Instead, it was the same terrible invisible force, dragging you along, forcing you to watch as the scene unfolded before you.

            And then you saw it: the dragon. It swooped down from the sky as though it had erupted into existence from nothing, filling the empty air with huge grey wings that seemed to blot out the sun. You screamed again, but this time without the intention of forming any coherent words – the noise that escaped your throat was an expression of the fear that was buried deep in your bones upon the sight of the creature. Its lean body shot across the plain toward the fleeing men with a kind of focus and intention that proved what you had thought from the beginning: the dragon was hunting. And worse than that, it was hunting Gwayne.

            Voice rubbed raw from screaming, and realizing your cries to him did nothing anyway, you watched in terrible silence as his steed thundered across the ground, its legs eating up the distance as fast as it could. And yet the dragon gained. If this was some cruel trick played by the gods, you couldn’t think what you could possibly have done to deserve this kind of torment. You could do nothing but watch, utterly powerless, as Gwayne – your Gwayne – fled for his life, his beautiful face contorted into an expression of fear that cut you to the core like a knife to the stomach. You held your breath, fearing each moment would be the one when you were forced to watch your love be consumed by dragonfire, ending both his life and yours in one swift blow of unimaginable anguish and heartbreak from which you knew you would never recover. Just as you had resolved to try calling to him one last time – if nothing else, to assure him of your love – the treeline broke around you and the horses cantered to a stop beneath the cover of the forest.

            The world was still again, but the fear lingered. You could sense the dragon above you, even hear its thin, unearthly cries as it searched for its hidden quarry. Your eyes instantly found Gwayne, needing to make sure he had survived the ordeal. Indeed, he still sat upon his steed, and you watched his chest heave as he attempted to steady his breathing. The fear that still permeated the forest remained etched on his face as well, changing his features from those of the man you had courted and married to those of a young boy, trembling and horror-struck and so helpless and small.

            You longed with every fiber of your being to run up to him and pull him into your arms, to feel his warm breath on your neck as he folded into your embrace. You ached to hold his face in your hands and wipe away the single lingering tear he likely didn’t even know was still glistening on his cheek. You yearned to kiss the terror away from his brow and his nose and his lips, to tell him he was safe – to tell him that you were here. 

            But you were trapped just feet from him, all these longings locked into your body as you pressed toward him as far as the strange invisible barrier would allow. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his face, his features once again becoming warm and familiar. You couldn’t help but smile as he seemed to return to himself somewhat. Turning to one of his companions, he opened his mouth to say something when both of their eyes snapped up to the sky, reacting to some sound you must not have heard. You followed their gaze, and didn’t even have a chance to scream as a column of fire descended from above, ready to devour you all.

            You woke with a gasp. Your heart was pounding loudly enough that you could hear it in your ears, and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position as you struggled to calm your ragged breathing. The darkness in the room was soft, and your eyes adjusted slowly to your surroundings, only to find them all comforting and familiar – this was your room, your home. Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe – you both were.

            When your breathing had calmed back to a normal rate, you eased yourself back down under the covers, burrowing into his arms as he sleepily adjusted his position to accommodate you.

            “Hmmm—is everything… alright?” he muttered, blinking his eyes open.

            “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, “I just had a nightmare.”

            He seemed to waken a little more at your words, propping himself up slightly on one arm as he reached the other hand out to stroke your cheek.

            “Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?” his voice was still thick with sleep, but you knew the questions were genuine.

            “It was about you,” you reached up to cup his hand that still rested on your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And the dragon,” you added, your words barely above a whisper. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you were certain he was reliving the memory himself, and instantly regretted your words.

            “But it was nothing,” you hurried to assure him, “I just—I just wish I had been there. Or that I could have helped or—” you were distinctly aware that your jumbled words made very little sense, even to you. “I just felt so helpless,” you ended with a sigh. Gwayne watched you with soft eyes, his fingers squeezing yours in reassurance.

            “You were there, though,” he responded, smiling gently, “and you did help.” You just stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was the one who was dreaming now. He read the question in your eyes with a small chuckle and disentangled his hand from yours, pushing himself up to sit. 

            Pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers found the chain of the necklace that he always wore. The charm was a delicate circle of beaten metal hanging from a simple coppery chain. You had bought it in the market one day when the two of you were still courting. The rich auburn sheen of the metal had reminded you of Gwayne’s hair, and you were determined to have it. The seller assured you that the little ring symbolized unending love and devotion – a never-ending cycle, an unbroken vow. You were doubtful that had been the original intention of the maker, but rather a ploy on the seller’s part to drive up the price after he realized you intended it as a gift for your beloved. Had it been that obvious how love-struck you were? 

            Regardless of whether it was intended or not, you liked the idea of the simple circle as a token of promise and loyalty, as well as a celebration of one of Gwayne’s most striking features. You had given it to him wrapped in a carefully-embroidered handkerchief when he had gallantly asked for your favor before a tourney. You cherished the memory of him asking you to help him put it on, and the fleeting touch of his skin and flaming hair you were able to steal as you clasped it around his neck. He won the tourney, and insisted that his victory was due at least in part to the precious charm you had given him, imbued with your affection and devotion. To your knowledge, he had never taken it off since.

            Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayne’s promise to always return to you – an unbroken vow.

            “See, you’re always with me, right here,” he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of fear that the nightmare had spun. Gently, you released the ring and Gwayne’s fingers replaced yours on the circle, guiding it back to where it always sat on his chest, just above his heart. He pressed it there, emphasizing his words: “right here, right where you always have been – and always will be.”

            Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayne’s hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.

            “Hmmm… it’s more serious than I thought,” he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, “you appear to be desperately and madly in love with me – a very serious condition indeed.”

            You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth as you nudged him playfully, causing him to break into bright chuckles of his own. Your chest, which just moments ago had been compressed with terror, was now so full of love and happiness you were certain it might burst.

            “And tell me, Ser Gwayne, what is the cure for this most dire of conditions?” you matched his tone of feigned worry as your laughter subsided.

            “Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, unable to hide to hide the dimples forming on his cheeks, proof of his barely-suppressed smile, “perhaps marriage? I have heard many esteemed lords claim that the institution of matrimony is bound to cure an ailment such as yours.”

            “Oh, but I fear I’ve tried that,” you exclaimed, “and it has only made my condition worse.”

            “Then this is indeed one of the most serious cases I’ve ever seen.” He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: “There is one more cure, but it’s risky. You could try true love’s kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.”

            “What’s the risk?”

            “The risk is that the kiss renders your condition utterly uncurable by any other means.” Gwayne’s lips tilted up into your favorite lopsided smile as he grinned at you, dimples glowing like twin suns, sending the delicate freckles on his face colliding into each other like falling stars.

            “That’s a risk I’m more than willing to take,” you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his. You closed your eyes as your lips met in a burst of warm sunlight that seemed to fill your whole body with its radiance. You weren’t sure how long you remined pressed against him, feeling his heartbeat against your skin, his auburn locks twisted in your fingers, his necklace hanging between your entwined forms. 

            “Did it work?” he whispered when he finally pulled away, his forehead still resting against yours.

            “No,” you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, “I fear I’m even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.” You met his eyes, finding them bright and soft and just as madly and desperately in love as you were certain yours were.

            “Well, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I don’t think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,” he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

            “Nor can I,” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

            He pulled you fully into his grasp then, maneuvering you both back under the covers without relinquishing his hold on you. You rested on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. Your fingers found his necklace, and you clasped it in your hand. He echoed your motion until both of your hands were intertwined around the metal circle, resting just above his heart. You could feel it beating against your skin, and you snuggled yourself even closer to him.

            “This is what I imagine,” Gwayne said softly to the darkness, “when I’m on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. “You’re always right here.”

            “I’m always right here,” you echo, your words a promise, a vow.

            “But thank the gods I don’t have to imagine right now,” you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, “because I am right here.” Gwayne wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, and you gladly tucked yourself further into his warm embrace. You felt yourself drifting back into a pleasant sleep in the comfort and safety of his arms. You heard his words echo softly in the gentle quiet of the room:

            “I’m right here.”

[ladymochimochi]

✦♡✦ Need To Know ✦♡✦

Katakuri x Fem!Reader [AO3 Link] Description: Katakuri cannot get you out of his head. Tags: Masturbation, Fantasizing, Reader works as a maid for Katakuri, 18+ MDNI Words: 654 Part Two

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A quiet, breathy moan escaped from Katakuri’s lips as his fist went up and down his thick shaft. It took everything he had to keep himself upright, his back currently against his office door. His large chest heaved from his panting and a flush was spread from it up to his face. Sweat glistened on his body and he could feel his desperation for release coiling in his lower stomach.  

You were the only thing on his mind. Your face, your body, what it’d be like to taste you, take you. As he gave himself another stroke, your name slipped from his lips in another breathy moan. Oh, what he would give right now to have you here riding his face, or bent over his desk. If he were ever given the privilege, he’d worship your body the way it deserved. Eat you out just right and fuck you so good, you never stopped coming. The thought of it drove him mad and his fist pumped faster. 

When you came to work here at his estate on Komugi Island as a maid, you caught his eye immediately. He had never acted upon it, but you did occupy his thoughts, especially at times like this. Privacy was hard to come by for a busy man like him and he didn’t trust trying to jerk off like this except during his merienda time. He knew no one would dare disturb him and stroking himself to the thought you became a part of his indulgent relaxation time. 

More so than usual, you had been in his thoughts today. It was getting harder and harder for him to even be in the same room as you. Even you just simply bending over so that the shape of your ass showed nicely through your uniform was enough to make his balls ache. His merienda time could not have come fast enough today and within moments of locking his office door, he had his cock out.  

With his head titled back and his unoccupied arm thrown over his face, covering his eyes, he panted your name over and over. Precum had been dribbling out of him and now his cock was slick with it, causing lewd noises to fill the otherwise quiet room. He could feel himself getting close. His breathing was rapid and his strokes were getting sloppy as he chased his release. The image of you there, on your knees in front of him with your mouth open and tongue out was enough to do him in. Right as he came, he moved his forearm down from his eyes to his mouth, trying to muffle his groans. His come shot out onto the floor but he didn’t care, he’d clean it in a moment. As he tried to steady his breathing and come down from his high, you were still there in his thoughts.  

Something needed to be done about this. 

And soon. 

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On the other side of the door, there you stood – face flushed, wide eyed and death gripping the bundle of laundry currently in your arms. You had been on your way to the laundry room when you walked by Katakuri’s office and heard your name. Curiosity got the better of you and made you stop to listen to make sure you weren’t just hearing things. It became evident very quickly that you had not been hearing things and your feet had become glued to the floor while you continued to listen in. 

Now that it seemed he had... finished, you snapped out of your stupor and ran off down the hall. Who knew what would happen if he had caught you spying on him. As you scurried away, you couldn't believe what you had heard and while it honestly made you quite giddy, you vowed to yourself to never mention this anyone. 

Especially him. 

But......Fuck.  

You weren’t going to get over this anytime soon.