punch through.

i could be a wolf for you. i could put my teeth on your throat. i could growl. i could howl against your hair.

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         A fucking sleep date. A sleep date. “My god.”

[kuninoshonen-blog]

         “Anyone could ask me to take off my clothes, and I’d just do it without thinking.” There’s no need to sound so wistful about it, Katsuo. 

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waveworn:

       “If you’d let me, I could take care of you better than anyone else. I could make you so happy! And that would make me happy, so it’s all win-win, right?” She eyed his legs with renewed interest. “You could just take off your pants…then I could see the bruises and adjust my massage trajectory accordingly.”

        And then she grew embarrassed. “Wait! I have things that aren’t skirts…” Like pumpkin shorts or leggings. “When your hips are this big and your waist is this small, it’s hard to find pants that fit.” Her dreams of bell-bottoms would have to wait. She looked down at herself, then raised a leg and rested it against the wall. It was time for her to feel her own thigh.

         He stared for a moment, thoughtfully. It wasn’t a great idea in his mind, modesty and whatnot, but she did suggest it... so she must be fine with it. It’s probably alright. So he stood and quickly undid his belt, sliding out of his jeans with... a bit of struggle around the thighs. Ah, tight pants. Why were they the only pair clean? He would do laundry when he got home. For now, he just sat back down, now in his underwear.

          “Maybe you can order some. Specialty places might have stuff.” He could relate to the pants struggle. Clearly. He shrugged, watching her movements, intently as ever. “Or those... stretchy pants girls wear.” He couldn’t clarify on that, really. Did they have a proper name? He didn’t keep up with women’s fashion if Una didn’t wear it. “Or you sew. You could tailor stuff if you bought it to fit your hips.”

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hey, jsy’allk, i’m literally only gonna be over here while i set up the multi kat’s being moved to... idk how long tht’s gonna be, but probably not Very

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kat w/ una: a gentle boy, pure of heart, can’t say no if she asks kat w/ katsumini: A Tease. problematic. holds things hostage and accepts bribes

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cabalistical:

            “Don’t split hairs, you know exactly what I’m talking about–” He futilely reaches out to try and grab his beloved shake back.

              “Don’t kill a man for asking.” The grab, futile indeed, didn’t even phase him. He takes a long, unconcerned sip. “What’s in it for me if I give it back?”

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waveworn:

        “The maiden was shocked and appalled by this train of thought! ‘How could this be? How could my fair Katsuo not trust me with every ounce of his being?’—Or something like that.” Her words were accompanied by appropriately exaggerated expressions. “Ne, you don’t think I’ll take good care of you?” She wanted to lean in and pat his face, but her leg was still in the air, being caressed by him, making things difficult. 

        “Ah…wait, is it because I wear short skirts? Do miniskirts reek of bad decisions?” She would have to reevaluate her entire worldview. “What if I wear one of those skirts with a slit all the way up to the hip…those are sleek and sophisticated, right?”

            “I think you’ll get carried away with taking good care of me” That sounded less suggestive in his head. Was there a better way to say it? A way that was more... less. “I have some bruises, and some really tender spots. You get aggressive when you’re enthusiastic. So it’d be hard for you to press on them, since you can’t see them.” Clear pants would solve that issue, but... they would also be clear pants. The dilemma was clear.

            With a snort of laughter, he lowered her leg, running a calloused hand down the smooth surface before returning it, gently, to the floor. “You’d have to trash your whole closet if they were. The skirts are fine. Nothing to do with it.”

           Though he would like to see her in one of those slit skirts... no. 

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cabalistical:

            “No mega-sips, okay–? I mean it! I need this to get through the week!”

           “What if your mega-sips are my normal sips? Because of the size difference.”

[cabalistical]

            “Oreo shakes are the best thing about this god-forsaken planet.”

[kuninoshonen-blog]

            “...Yeah?” He’s just gonna take it, try a bit for himself. 

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waveworn:

         “You know…? Do you pay that much attention to my legs?” It wasn’t what he implied, and she knew it, but the idea still gave her pause. “Gosh…you cad. You rascal. I’m a shy maiden of modest standing…you can’t defile me with your eyes and thoughts. You can’t. My virtue is all I have.” But of course, it was gentle teasing. If he had even the vaguest inkling of an impure idea regarding her, she would have found it flattering. “Anyway, I’ll make sure I ask politely next time.” At the end of it all, she got a nice massage out of this, and that was more than what she’d expected. It was pleasant. He deserved better.

           “I’ll feel up your legs too, if you want.” Awkwardly worded, but it felt right.

            “I get the general idea. You wear short skirts.” He had stolen a glance or two. Maybe more. It was hard not to. “Yeah. You’re shy.” The sarcasm he managed to pack into those three words was rather impressive, but he meant it fondly. If there was a real shy bone in her body, he hadn’t seen it yet, and it was at least a bit of why he liked her so much. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Good. Manners make all the difference, I guess.” Not that he would know. 

            A pause. He leans slightly forward. “What if I don’t trust you with my virtue, Nobori?” 

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waveworn:

      “I feel like ‘meat’ denotes the squishiness of it.” She twisted her leg in his grip, allowing her thigh to jiggle a bit. “See? Soft and meaty.” Of course, her calf was much more firm. “I’m being perfectly nice, aren’t I? What do you want, Kacchan…?” She honestly didn’t know where to begin with her guessing. “For you…you can have anything you want. Anything.” She raised and lowered her eyebrows conspiratorially, knowing that he wouldn’t request anything very intimate.

         “I know what your thighs look like.” Though that fact, nor his clipped tone, did nothing to stop a faint blush from spreading across his face. To combat this, he returned his attention to her calf, massaging the musculature with what she might consider unexpected skill. “Nice enough, yeah. But you didn’t ask me to. More of a command.” Not that he really, truly, minds. He grumbled his acknowledgment, blush deepening at that second anything. For now, he kept his head down, staring at the stark difference in their skin tones, how soft her skin was, as he worked. 

         “Just this is good.” There’s a for now, hanging silently on the end of those words.

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waveworn:

       “If it’s not meat, then what is it? It’s totally one hundred percent human meat. It sounds better than lightly corpulent flesh.” When he touched her ankle, she braced herself for any further adoration. “This is so Victorian erotica.” Whatever that meant. “If I asked you to feel up my leg, would you really do it?” She doesn’t believe him, but she really wants to.

          “Just say thigh. People know what thighs are.” It’s like she was taught how to speak using only the archaic section of a dictionary. Equal parts endearing and confusing. His hand slid a bit further up and behind, lightly grazing her calf--- it was still a slightly hesitant touch, but the Victorian erotica comment seemed to have hit home. He tilted his head, brows furrowed. “Maybe. If you asked nice.”

[waveworn]

        “I’m not saying you’ll get good luck if you stroke my thigh meat, but…you know.” Her foot was in the air, toes pointed. “I shaved today. Leggy so smooth you cry.”

[kuninoshonen-blog]

          “Do ya have to call everything meat?” Thigh meat, boob meat, meat, meat meat. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was some weird fixation. Still, he tentatively reaches to stroke--- her ankle. Baby steps. “And the luck thing’s weird too. ‘f you want me to touch your leg, jus’ ask.”

          He does kind of believe her, though.

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❝ I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to get me drunk. ❞

are you my mummy(1997)? // accepting!

           “Yeah, but I gotta protest. You and Uuchan showed up at m’work and then demanded a shot of vodka. And as a bartender, it’s kinda what I’m s’posed to do. I’m thinkin’ this is more your fault than mine, Kastumini.”

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❝ You’re welcome to my share of the spider webs. ❞ She's nudging them toward him gently.

are you my mummy(1997)? // accepting!

           “That’s disgustin’, Nobori.” Spiders, he doesn’t care about at all, but their webs? The damn idea sends a shiver of distaste up his spine. Granted, cookies with frosting that just looked like spider webs were better... but not by much. “’m good. You take care ‘f this for me, okay?”

[glamrpmemes]

★*ﾟ‘ﾟ･The Mummy (1999)

[desenchantee-archive-deactivate]

glamrpmemes.

❝ What are you doing here? ❞ ❝ You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me. ❞ ❝ By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same. ❞ ❝ I knew this was gonna be a lousy day. ❞ ❝ Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender? ❞ ❝ Then let’s run away. Right now. While we can still make it. ❞ ❝ Now gimme your revolver, you’ll never use it anyway. ❞ ❝ Let’s play dead, huh? Nobody ever does that anymore. ❞ ❝ What are ya doing?! Wait up! ❞ ❝ I’m gonna get you for this! ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, it was an accident. ❞ ❝ Have you no respect for the dead? ❞ ❝ Where did you get this? ❞ ❝ Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich? ❞ ❝ As the Americans would say: it’s all fairy tales and hokum. ❞ ❝ I’m sure it was a fake, anyway. ❞ ❝ You lied to me! ❞ ❝ I lie to everybody, what makes you so special? ❞ ❝ And what is he in prison for? ❞ ❝ He said… he was just looking for a good time. ❞ ❝ What did you find? What did you see? ❞ ❝ Get me the hell outta here. ❞ ❝ I will give you one hundred pounds to spare his life. ❞ ❝ Yeah, I’d like ya to let me go. ❞ ❝ Then we will kill her, we will kill her and all those with her. ❞ ❝ For all the money we’re paying you, something better god-damned well be under that sand. ❞ ❝ Do you really think he’ll show up? ❞ ❝ Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit. ❞ ❝ I have come to protect my investment, thank you very much. ❞ ❝ I only gamble with my life, never my money. ❞ ❝ What makes you so confident, sir? ❞ ❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. ❞ ❝ Still angry that I kissed ya, huh? ❞ ❝ The last time I was at that place everybody I was with died.  ❞ ❝ By the way,… why did you kiss me? ❞ ❝ You always did have more balls than brains. ❞ ❝ Can you swim? ❞ ❝ Americans. ❞ ❝ I can’t believe the price of these fleabags. ❞ ❝ All night you snored!  ❞ ❝ What in bloody hell is this? ❞ ❝ Ah, begging your pardon, but shouldn’t we be going? ❞ ❝ You boys owe me five hundred dollars. ❞ ❝ Where’d all these camels come from? ❞ ❝ That thing gives me the creeps. ❞ ❝ What are those mirrors for? ❞ ❝ Who cares? I don’t see no treasure. ❞ ❝ You’re welcome to my share of the spider webs. ❞ ❝ Mummies, my good son, this is where they made the mummies. ❞ ❝ Ya scared the bejeezus out of us. ❞ ❝ I’ve had worse. ❞ ❝ Let’s be nice, children, if we’re going to play together, we must learn to share. ❞ ❝And when those dirty Yanks go to sleep – No offence. ❞ ❝ We’ll sneak up and steal that book right out from under them. ❞ ❝ What do you suppose killed him? ❞ ❝ I believe if I can see it and I  can touch it, then it’s real. That’s what I believe. ❞ ❝ Why do you like to fight so much? ❞ ❝ LEAVE THIS PLACE!… LEAVE THIS PLACE DIE! ❞ ❝ For them to protect it like this, you just know there’s got to be treasure down there. ❞ ❝ …I am a librarian! ❞ ❝ I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to get me drunk. ❞ ❝ You dream about dead guys? ❞ ❝ Stupid superstitious bastard. ❞ ❝ Oh my god, he was buried alive. ❞ ❝ What are you going to do? Shoot him? ❞ ❝ Did you see that!? Grasshoppers! Billions of grasshoppers! ❞ ❝ That’s one of the plagues, right? The grasshopper plague! ❞ ❝ Oh thank goodness, you’re one of the Americans, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ RUN, YOU SONS-A-BITCHES! RUUUUN! ❞ ❝ Help me,… please,… help me. ❞ ❝ No mortal weapons can kill this creature. He is not of this world. ❞ ❝ You left me! You left me in the desert to rot. ❞ ❝ Sweet Jesus! That tasted just like,…like… ❞ ❝ You saved me from the undead. For this, I shall make you immortal. ❞ ❝ There’s only one person I know who can possibly give us some answers. ❞ ❝ And you think this justifies killing innocent people!? ❞ ❝ Okay, let’s cut to the chase. He’s afraid of cats, what’s that about? ❞ ❝ The hell with that! I’m not goin’ nowhere! We’re safe here. ❞ ❝ What friend? You’re my only friend. ❞ ❝ What are you looking for? Lie, and I’ll slit your throat. ❞ ❝ Something about bringing his dead girly-friend back to life. He needs the book… ❞ ❝ Ya know, ever since I met you, my luck has been for crap. ❞ ❝ The hell with this. I’m goin, downstairs to get me a drink. You want somethin’? ❞ ❝ Yeah, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon and a bourbon chaser. ❞ ❝ Jealous? You kiddin’ me? Did you see that guy’s face? ❞ ❝ Is it dangerous? ❞ ❝ Save the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy and steal his treasure. ❞ ❝ You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself, always get their comeuppance. ❞ ❝ From now on, don’t touch anything. Not a damn thing. Keep your hands off the furniture, got it? ❞ ❝ He wants your heart and your brain, your liver, your kidneys… ❞ ❝ I never killed a priest before. ❞ ❝ Kill them! Kill them all! And bring me the Book Of The Living! ❞ ❝ This just keeps gettin, better and better. ❞ ❝ Death is only the beginning. ❞ ❝ Well,… I guess we go home empty handed. ❞

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HI THERE i’m rory and this giant country beefboy is katsuo. he’s an aspiring mixed martial artist with Grumpy Resting Face and an extreme case of No Filter Speaking who works at a coffee shop (and a seedy bar, but please don’t tell his grandma). he’s very sweet, but kind of awkward, and likes to fluster people. he has terrible eyesight, and he will help carry your groceries to your house even if it’s 6 blocks in the direction opposite of where he’s going. also, if you ask him to, he will kick Anyone’s ass. literally anyone’s. 10/10 let kat be your unofficial big brother. emphasis on big.

like or PREFERABLY reblog if interested, and i’ll give u a look-see!