Baikoha

NOTE: This story is a direct follow up to my Yusuke TF, Fox with Benefits. Go read that or else you’ll be REALLY confused. Also, a LOT of overly fluffy romance. Trin looked down at his phone, and then up at the building. Was this really the place Matt wanted him to go? He’d gotten an all too excited (and slightly purple prose-y) message telling him to stop at this address on his way home, but actually seeing it made him do a double take. There was no way that a place like this could be where he wanted him to go… It was pretty much a hole in the wall, and yet it had its doors wide open and the lights shining. Despite the rough exterior, the interior was actually surprisingly nice looking from what he could see. It had well polished tile floors, wall to wall racks of costumes…how had he never been in this place before, it seemed perfect for his cosplay endeavors! Was it new or had he just never noticed it before, he wondered? As he finally stepped inside to get a proper look around

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains full semi-willing to willing identity death, as well as possession. If this isn’t your thing, feel free to skip. Trin’s eyes slowly fluttered open, shielding his face as light shone directly into it. What was?…oh yea. It took a second, but his sleep-addled brain remembered what he had been doing. Matt was out of town for the weekend, so he’d just been killing time by binging old movies…and he must’ve gone too late and passed out. How the TV turned back on escaped him, but he was sure there was an explanation- he laid on the remote weird or it fell or something. Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the sudden light, he sat up and rubbed his eyes for good measure. There wasn’t anything on right now…just the idle buzz of dancing static and the faint pitter patter of rain outside. He began looking around for the remote, only for the sound of a voice to make his head jerk up, staring at the screen. “Hey, someone’s up late, aren’t they?” The TV

Brett smirked as he closed his bedroom door, two packages in tow that he really had been looking forward to getting. He would be best described as a guy with more money than sense, but hey it meant he could afford something like this. More money than sense; more interested in games than in real life. In essence, Brett was happy to spend (a literal eye watering amount at that) on two things which took a while to get here. Mostly because they came from one seller who had to take their time crafting these from scratch. Brett wasn’t going to settle for anything less than perfect with this! Making sure that the door behind him was locked, the lanky young male gently placed the two boxes on his bed before opening them, brushing away a stray lock of black hair that just decided to drop in unannounced. He really should have brushed better this morning, but oh well! He was excited after all. His long fingers gently picked away at the brown tape before unfolding the boxes to reveal their