#I WANT FUCKING STUDY MONSTERS WITH HIM AND EAT WITH HIM AND BE SO SO SO AUTISTIC TOGETHER!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Soooo just started watching Delicious in Dungeon (yes I know its called Dungeon Meshi but that name translation is so terribly funny that I'm still calling it that 😂) and oh my godddd I get it. I fucking get it now guys I get it 😭😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖

[davinawritings]

Rich Monster husband that loves to spoil his little human wife.

He handles everything money-wise, so you never have to think about it. He spoils you with a mansion and unlimited shopping trips. He hires a private chef and housekeeping team, so you never have to lift a finger.

He schedules you for a nail salon appointment and a spa day every two weeks. He loves how happy you look when you return from being properly pampered. He just finds you so precious and cute that he wants to give you everything your heart desires.

One day, you come home from your nail appointment and find him working in his study. Your monster doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap, smiling at the joy radiating from you. You are always excited to show him what color you picked for your nails, and today is no different.

You proudly show off your glossy manicure, saying, “Look, Daddy. I picked a color so we would match!”.

He keeps his smile on his face despite the confusion. He merely raises a brow and asks, “How are we matching little one? Last I checked, my nails aren’t painted.”

You let out a small giggle at his response, reaching between your legs to undo his pants and pull his already half-hard cock out. You stroke him firmly, causing him to groan, his large hands digging into the flesh of your hips.

“See, Daddy. We do match!” you say, pausing your hand at the top of his shaft. His eyes drop to his needy cock at your words.

He releases a deep growl as he realizes that his perfect little wife matched her nails to the exact color of his cock, specifically his flushed tip. You let out a small yelp as he stands, carrying you down the hall to the main bedroom.

Within seconds, he has you naked with your thighs thrown over his shoulders. He eats you out until you have tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. One orgasm ends as the next begins. He doesn’t let up until he decides that he has had his fill of your dripping cunt.

Your legs are still shaking as he finally pulls away, lifting you and placing you farther up on the bed, the plush pillows cradling your head, and he hovers above you.

“Such a perfect little wife. Always so good for me, wanting to match her nails to my cock. Just the sweetest fucking wife to ever exist”, he says while leaving wet kisses all over your face.

You sigh happily at the praise, loving his affection. His words and large body making you feel safe and loved.

You cling to him as he lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Your freshly done nails are digging into his muscles. You let out a low whine as he says, “You aren’t leaving this bed today, baby. I’m going to keep you on my cock all fucking day. I need my baby to know just how loved and appreciated she is. Keep your perfect cunt stretched and filled, just the way you like it”.

You smile at his words, knowing there is no place you would rather be than on his cock for the rest of the day.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

[monstersholygrail]

I gotta study +++ until like mid-june for an exam and 😩😩😩😩😩

Convincing myself that monster!roommate is doing smthg or whatever to keep myself motivated until then or else I'll lose it gjksbflskf

Anyway sending you lots of love and hugs, thank you for sharing your braincells with us poor and horny peasants 😩❤

Ugh, studying is the worst! I never found typical reading from a textbook very helpful in helping absorb information. I always liked going over it with someone and that way it made things a little more fun. Sending lots of love and good luck back to you for your exam!!

And best believe that Monster!roommate will be right there beneath you— I mean, right there beside you, cheering you on.

He totally wouldn’t be tucked under your desk, hands gripping your plush thighs and keeping them spread all nice and wide for him. His needy eyes drinking you in, watching your pretty pussy flutter around nothing as you get more and more wet. Both of you a wreck before he’s even touched you.

“C-c’mon, please. One more page ‘n I’ll eat you out,” he pleads voice all whiny.

Turning his head he nuzzles into your inner thigh, tongue darting out to sneak a taste. You gasp, squirming in your chair, desperately wanting more.

“Just pass a practice test and I’ll fuck you raw, please, baby, anything!” Your roommate cries into your warm softness.

His pleas act as your motivation, fueling you to get your work done fast so you can spend more time getting ravished by your Monster Roommate.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

The urge to write some cheesy yandere smut that takes place on Halloween. Reader is a dumb bimbo, cute and sweet.

She’s being targeted by some yandere!monster ready to snatch her up and eat her, but so far she’s barely dodged/avoided his every attack.

Like “teehee, oh let me bend over and get this quarter I just found” and barely avoids him slicing her in half with his claws levels of cheesy.

But the monster quite enjoys the chase, so he studies up on her and her pattern of behavior. The more he learns the more enamored he becomes. How has such an innocent, dumb little thing survived this cold, cruel world so long?

It’s when he notices others preying on her that he feels… strange. It’s not uncommon in the monster world to share prey, it just means that the others owe you a meal later.

But with you… it’s different. When he imagines them cornering you and the terrified expression on your face as they tear into your soft, pudgy flesh… it doesn’t sit right with him. In fact it fills him with unbridled fury.

So he’s determined to be the one to eat you up before anyone else!

… he just didn’t realize he’d be eating your fat pussy, moaning against your clit as his cock throbbed below. His hand moves up and down his shaft, pumping it as precum leaks down, pooling beneath him.

You’re a writhing mess, confused and afraid, yet feeling too good to do anything but babble out pleas for more.

He pins down you soft, fat arms, watching as your breast bounce as he stretches your pretty pussy on his monster cock. You’re just so little compared to him, a perfect little mate to carry his spawn.

He’s a beastly thing, yet you can’t help but want his tongue down your throat as he fucks you senseless…

———————

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Declassified [4] - Outranked

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 Please let me know what you think! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Everyone has their bad days at work.

Warnings: Explicit language, yelling.

Word Count: 3937 

Series Masterlist

Fine.

Things with Bucky had been a bit strange, at least on your part.

Ever since that night at the office and that rush of excitement you had when your hand was in his, you had been trying your hardest to ignore the feeling but it simply didn’t let you.

Throwing yourself into work didn’t do the trick either, but at least the poll numbers were amazing.

You watched while he walked down the stage through the applause and shook hands with the people in the crowd. Even you had to admit that he didn’t need to do much, voters loved him and his genuine approach. Yet, to be safe, he studied whatever you gave him thoroughly to answer each and every question with ease, clearly having read every note you put in your reports as you asked him to.

He made his way to you and Kelsey, and you smiled at him while Kelsey checked his calendar on her phone.

“The next meeting is with Mr. Davis,” she said before he could even ask. “You have half an hour.”

“Great,” he muttered, shooting you a questioning look, and you nodded, then followed him out of the building to the sidewalk. He went into the blind alley right beside the building so that you could be away from anyone who could interrupt you, then turned to look at you.

“The usual drill?” you asked and he nodded.

“Mm hm.”

“I start?”

“Please,” he said, loosening his tie a little. “Ladies first.”

You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone.

“Overall it was pretty good,” you said, checking the notes on your phone as he leaned back on the wall. “Just one thing, you could’ve given more details when they asked about our veteran plan.”

He made a face as if he was already regretting it.

“I thought the same,” he admitted. “And I was going to, then I remembered you told me earlier to lean into education for this one.”

“Yes because that’s our opponent’s weak spot, I saw his project about education, it’s a fucking joke.” You scoffed. “By the way, you nailed the education question.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Good.”

“But like I said, we can just give the overall rundown the next time someone asks about it,” you said. “I actually already prepared a draft—”

“When?”

“While you were answering the question,” you said. “It’s short and to the point, and people should hear more about it, so if we overran by like ten seconds, it won’t hurt.”

“Yeah.”

“Because our ideas are fucking amazing,” you said, looking up at him and Bucky nodded fervently.

“Most of them were your ideas.”

“We came up with them together,” you told him. “And you’re the one who’s gonna carry those to the Congress, so let the voters hear it.”

“Okay,” he said. “Noted.”

“And next, Mr. Davis,” you said. “He’s a hard-ass, however he does have a soft spot for veterans and he’s a history nerd, so please, please throw in some sort of anecdote from your time in the trenches.”

“Birdie...”

“I know you hate talking about it,” you added in a hurry. “I know but we can, in fact, use him. Could be like um, like a fun memory.”

“Fun memory,” he deadpanned. “From the trenches.”

“You know what I mean, Bucky.”

 “I’ll try,” he muttered. “My turn?”

You cleared your throat and fixed your hair to keep your hands busy before rolling your shoulders back.

“Yes,” you said. “I am now ready for your feedback. Go.”

“How much caffeine have you had so far?”

“Two Red Bulls, one Monster, three cups of coffee.”

“What did you eat?”

“Some leftover pizza as breakfast and a protein bar. Oh, and coffee beans.”

Bucky pulled his brows together. “See, that also counts as caffeine—where on earth did you get coffee beans?”

“I brought them in a ziploc. Want some?”

“No thank you.” He hummed. “And how much did you sleep last night?”

“Um…” You checked the app on your phone. “I think it’s like two and a half—oh, there. Two hours forty-five minutes.”

 “That’s ten more minutes than the other night,” Bucky pointed out and you nodded your head, pride lighting up your face.

“Yes. I’m improving.”

“So proud.”

“Why thank you,” you chirped and checked the time on your phone, then stepped closer to him to reach up to fix his tie. “I literally told you Davis is a hard-ass, you have to look put together.”

A small smile pulled at his lips as he looked down at you, and you felt your heartbeat speeding up, but you forced yourself to focus on his tie before you stepped back, nibbling on your lip.

“There. Presentable.”

“Did you change your perfume?”

You tilted your head, then slapped a hand over your forehead with a grimace.

“I forgot you’re basically a hound!” you whined. “Sorry about that. Um—Max got this perfume for me and it’s really not my type of perfume but I wanted him to feel good about it, he’s not very skilled at choosing gifts.”

He raised his brows.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t know the perfume you use?”

“…No,” you said after a beat. “No he does. It’s on the vanity, he’s seen it a thousand times.”

“So he got you a different perfume on purpose?”

You blinked a couple of times, the simple question making your stomach churn in anxiety but you shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

“Let’s go,” you said, and started walking with him following you. “Is it bad? The perfume?”

“It’s not bad, it's just not you.”

“Is it the serum?” you asked. “It makes you notice these types of things more?”

“Yeah.”

“How come you didn’t say anything about the other one?”

“I like how you sme—your—your perfume,” Bucky stammered and cleared his throat. “It’s uh—it’s a nice…perfume. In general.”

“Are you sure?” You stepped out of the alley and turned to look at him better while his campaign manager Paul approached you. “About this one not being bad? Should I go home and take a very quick shower and be back?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Paul cleared his throat, his eyes darting between you two. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” Bucky said. “What is it?”

“You need to be on your way to Davis,” he said and turned to you with a frown. “And you should be at the office.”

“Okay.” You grinned at Bucky. “Hey, less exposure to perfume.”

“I feel like this is common knowledge, but I’d take your perfume over Davis’,” Bucky grumbled and you let out a laugh, then made your way to the car.

                                              *

 It was a busy day today, for Bucky and you. He was supposed to meet all these people and you had thousands of emails to send, and to make things worse, Paul had given you a bunch of things to do the moment you stepped foot in the office.

“He looks more pissed off than usual,” Caleb commented and you heaved a sigh.

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“No idea,” you said. “But hey, do you know how Bucky’s meeting with Davis went?”

“Kels texted me, it went fine.”

“Just fine?” you asked and he hummed.

“I’ll ask for the details.”

“Thank you,” you said and printed out the latest report, then walked to Bucky’s office to put it on his desk so that they would be ready when he got back. You cracked your back and made a face, then took a step to walk back to your desk but Paul stopped you.

“What were you doing in there?”

You pulled your brows together. “In Bucky’s office?” you asked. “I left the latest report in there. I figured he’d want to see it.”

Paul scoffed a laugh.

“Right,” he muttered. “And what about the report that I asked for, half an hour ago?”

“You asked for a full report Paul,” you reminded him. “I had to send some emails, so I—”

“I didn’t ask for excuses,” he snapped, making you pull back a little while the rest of the bullpen fell into silence. Your cheeks started burning in shame but you swallowed thickly, commanding yourself to be calm.

“I had to send the email to that journalist you were talking about today,” you said. “I figured that it was the priority—”

“I’m sorry, you figured?” Paul asked. “I asked you to do something and what, you decided it wasn’t the priority?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Sounds like you did,” Paul said. “And sounds like we have a miscommunication problem here. You don’t decide on shit. I decide what’s important or not, you hear me?”

Okay.

You knew what to do in a situation like this.

Your whole childhood could be summarized with multiple people yelling at you, so it didn’t even take you long to snap into what was familiar. You imagined the walls going up around you just like you would when you were little, schooling your face into a completely neutral expression, keeping your eyes on Paul and not the whole office watching you.

“I don’t really give a fuck that everyone tells you you’re oh-so-smart,” Paul ranted. “I don’t give a fuck if Bucky—” he stopped himself and let out a bitter laugh. “Trust me when I say this, you’re not half as smart as you think you are.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Bucky had just entered the bullpen but since Paul’s back was turned to the entrance and he was so lost in his anger, he didn’t even notice people turning their gaze from him to Bucky.

“And when the stakes are this high, when we’re only a couple of months away from the elections...” Paul’s voice rose again and Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to let you screw this up for anyone in this team!”

Bucky took a step but you moved your hand from your side to raise it just a little before you curled your fingers into a fist. It was so subtle that neither Paul nor anyone in the room noticed it, but Bucky stopped dead in his tracks like a soldier given a strict order by his commander, his gaze burning you.

“So when I want something to be done,” Paul said. “You do it. You do not think about the priority order, you just fucking do it. Like you’re supposed to. We’re not paying you to think, we’re paying you to do as you’re told. Do you understand?”

You unclenched your fist and nodded, then turned your gaze to Bucky over Paul’s shoulder. Paul blinked a couple of times, his face going white before he followed your line of sight, and turned around.

Bucky didn’t even need to say anything to intimidate people, you were beginning to see it now. His cold glare was more than enough to pin one to their spot, hell, you weren’t even the person who was on the receiving end of it, yet you didn’t think you could move. The whole bullpen held their breath while Paul exhaled shakily, opening his mouth only to have no voice come out. Bucky stole a glance at you as if asking for your next order, but you shook your head slightly, making him clench his jaw. He turned to Paul, nodded in the direction of the door and stepped outside, Paul tripping on his own feet in his rush to follow him outside.

“Holy shit,” Caleb muttered and you bit inside your cheek, then returned to your desk, Kelsey rushing to you while Caleb scooted his chair to get closer.

“What an asshole,” Kelsey whispered. “I still have goosebumps, I’ve never seen Bucky that furious.”

“At least now we know what Howard Stark saw before he—”

“Caleb!”

“Sorry, too soon?”

Your hands were still shaky, and people were still staring at you but you grabbed your phone to send a quick text to Bucky:

Don’t. I’m serious. Don’t fire him, don’t threaten him, don’t do anything.

“Birdie, are you okay?” Kelsey reached out to squeeze your hand and your head shot up, then you tried to smile.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Caleb asked. “That was kind of harsh, even for Paul.”

You threw your shoulders back, trying to pull yourself together.

“It’s fine,” you said. “It’s…it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

                                         *

Paul couldn’t meet your eye for the rest of the day.

In fact, you were pretty sure that he had jumped out of your way when you had to go to his office to get a file.

Even though you could tell Bucky wanted to talk to you, you weren’t exactly sure how long you would be able to keep it together and you certainly didn’t want to break down in the office, so when it was time for you to leave the office, you went home while Bucky was still out on a meeting.

You had already cried in the shower when Max texted you to say he would be working until midnight, so you ordered a bunch of snacks, put some music on, turned the TV on, found the news channel and put it on mute, then turned up the heat and got to work.

You were knee deep in the clean energy bill draft for Bucky to use in his next meeting when the roar of a motorcycle outside made you grimace and look up from your notes, your phone buzzing in your hand a couple seconds later. Your eyes widened when you saw the text, sitting up straighter like someone pinched you.

From: Winter Is Coming

Hey, I’m outside your place. Can you step out for a moment?

 Bucky?

Bucky was—

Holy shit, Bucky was outside.

You jumped on your feet and grabbed the empty snack packages, rushed to the kitchen and threw them into the garbage, your heart beating in your throat as you typed in your reply;

Be out in a sec!

You didn’t even question why you were so excited to see him, you just rushed to the bathroom to to brush your teeth and fix your hair as fast as you could, then made your way to the bedroom to grab your perfume from the vanity, your hand hitting the perfume bottle Max had got you out of the way in your hurry. You sprayed a couple of your own perfume on your skin, then ran to the living room to spritz it into the room as well. You threw the bottle on the bed and took a deep breath, then grabbed Max’s zip-up hoodie to put it on, grabbed the keys and walked out of the apartment.

Oh.

Oh alright, this was going to do wonders for your imagination.

Great.

Bucky was leaning against a motorcycle when you stepped out of the building, and he looked so irresistible that the fluttering in your stomach went crazy as you smiled at him. He eyed you up and down, and you shifted your weight from one foot to other, now realizing that you were in a crop top and tiny shorts under the unzipped hoodie; something very different than what he was used to seeing you in.

“I do have a doorbell, you know?” you joked, still holding the door open behind you and his eyes snapped to yours.

“I uh—” He frowned like he was trying to focus. “I didn’t want to disturb.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” You waved a hand in the air. “Come on in.”

He paused for a beat. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah, Max is working late as usual, it’s just me,” you said and made your way to your apartment with him following you. You opened the door to your apartment and stepped inside, your heart still pounding in your chest.

It was fine.

You had been to his place like a thousand times, and even bribed his cat Alpine into loving you with a can of tuna, so it just made sense that he would be here as well.

Completely professional.

Bucky’s eyes darted around the place before he closed the door behind him, then let out a breath.

“Whoa, it’s like a sauna here.”

“Yeah I need every room I’m in to be boiling,” you said with a laugh, taking off the hoodie. “I’m cold all the time, like, there was this one time I had to turn the heat on in June, Max was losing his mind.”

Bucky took off his leather jacket and you took it from him to hang it on the hanger, then made your way through the hallway with him following you.

“I got wine, beer…”

“Beer would be nice, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” you said as you both entered the kitchen and you took out two beer bottles from the fridge, then handed one to him.

“Thanks.” Bucky sat down on the stool and uncapped his bottle and you uncapped yours, then clinked the bottle with his. “Nice place.”

“Thank you,” you said and took a sip, perching on the other stool across from his. “So, what’s up? What brings you to my sauna?”

“I wanted to see if you’re okay,” he said. “After today.”

You scoffed. “Oh, I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

“I don’t care what Paul does. How did the meeting with Brooks go?”

“She’s nice—”

“And she’s hot as hell,” you added. “Like, seriously...”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Did you get the chance to mention that we’re interested in that fundraiser?”

“Yeah, she says we can make that happen. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“That fundraiser would make really good optics and to be honest, she’s kind of a badass—”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Bucky cut you off and you pursed your lips, then nodded.

“I don’t understand why people make such a big deal about it,” you said. “I’m used to getting yelled at, I’m okay.”

Fury flashed in Bucky’s eyes.

“This has happened before?”

“No no, not with Paul,” you said. “Which by the way, what did you tell him? He doesn’t even look me in the eye anymore.”

“Good,” Bucky said. “Means he listened.”

Butterflies returned to your stomach but you forced yourself to give him a reprimanding glare. “Bucky.”

“Hm?”

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing much. I just explained what would happen if he pulled that shit again, very calmly.”

You had to bite back your smile. “Very calmly.”

His expression was almost too innocent. “Mm hm.”

You shook your head and took another sip of your beer while Bucky tilted his head.

“How?”

“What?”

“How are you used to it?”

“Oh.” You let out a bitter laugh. “I got yelled at a lot when I was a kid. It stops being effective after a while, to be honest with you.”

Bucky’s frown deepened and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I had this um…” You moved your hand vaguely. “I had this thing while I was growing up, I was incredibly skittish, so my dad kept yelling at me to think faster and talk faster and eat faster and—whatever you can think of, really. Kind of like a drill sergeant.” 

Bucky stared at you, a soft light shining in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I yell at him back nowadays,” you said with a small laugh. “One of the reasons why we don’t get along well. He raised me to be very outspoken, and now that my values are completely different than his, he doesn’t like it. You should’ve seen the last time they visited, we got into this huge political argument, and my mom just left to go shopping, and Max blocked it out and was like, making work phone calls in the bedroom while my father probably violated the noise ordinance laws of this building. My voice was hoarse the next day, it was crazy.”

Bucky blinked a couple of times.

“Sorry, you mean—” He paused as if he was trying to wrap his mind around the idea. “You’re telling me your father yelled at you and your boyfriend just allowed that?”

You stared at him, that familiar discomfort sinking in your stomach again before you shook your head.

“Oh it’s not like that,” you said. “He respects my father a lot, and he knew I could handle it.”

At least that was what Max had told you word by word, when you asked him where the hell he was during that argument seeing that it ended up with you bursting into tears in the bathroom.

“Did you tell him he’s not supposed to respect your father more than he respects you?” Bucky asked with a dry smile and you licked your lips, your heartbeat getting faster.

“It sounds bad when you say it like that,” you said. “But it wasn’t like that. Max is a great guy, we barely ever fight.”

Well, that was because you barely saw each other within the week.

“And um—” you stammered. “And we’re like, so in love.”

No I’m not.

The thought that flashed through your mind was so sudden and so unfamiliar that it made you stop talking and you swallowed thickly, frowning at yourself. 

What the hell?

When had that quiet doubt turned into an actual thought?

“Yeah,” Bucky’s voice cut through your haze and you looked up at him to see that soft light playing in his eyes despite how tight his jaw was. “Yeah, you mentioned that.”

“…Right.”

He held your gaze in his, making your heart skip a beat before he downed the beer and put the bottle on the kitchen island.

“I should go,” he rasped out and your stomach dropped in disappointment.

“Oh, you could stay,” you said in a rush, hope clear in your voice even if you tried to hide it. “Like I said, it’s just me here probably until like midnight or something.”

“I really shouldn’t.” He gave you an apologetic smile and stood up from the stool. “Thanks for the beer though.”

“Of course,” you said and followed him to the hallway. He grabbed his leather jacket from the hanger and you fixed your hair, clearing your throat.

“By the way, you should ride your motorcycle more,” you said with a tentative smile. “It’d skyrocket the votes.”

He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You took a step towards him when he opened the door. “Bucky?”

He turned around to look at you better. “Hm?”

“Why—” You paused for a moment. “Paul is your campaign manager. He outranks me and—was it honestly just because of me? Today, when you pulled him aside and gave him a talk?”

 “Yeah,” he said. “It was because of you.”

“Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t like it when people think they can yell at you,” he pointed out. “So I’m not going to allow that. Simple as that.”

That warmth filled your chest again, a smile you couldn’t stop lighting up your face and you bounced on the balls of your feet, then nodded.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice a mere whisper and his eyes met yours, your heart beating in your throat again.

“Anytime,” he said softly. “Goodnight Birdie.”

With that, he closed the door behind him and soon enough you heard the engine of the motorcycle come to life, and drive away. Your cheeks were still burning and you pressed your palms to soothe the fire, letting out a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” you whispered into the empty room. “Goodnight Bucky.”

Chapter 5

[23swife]

bittersuite | d. winchester

synopsis. you & dean are having an argument, you use your powers to do something he doesn’t approve of tags. 1k words, slightly religious talk, angst, angry dean, talking about wanting a family series masterlist

"I don't know why it's wrong, Dean!" You're not shouting, you haven't ever actually raised your voice so it's not surprising, but Dean's is sure getting loud.

"Because the leviathans are on our ass every fuckin' day! If they sense angel activity and we're found out it'll be your fucking fault." He points at you, aggressively and you have a feeling in your chest you just don't understand. Well, you understand it but it feel horrible. How could anyone ever want to be human? Even interacting with them is detrimental to your intellect. Especially the way he’s swearing so much.

You should apologize, and you're about to, but he's even angrier now. "Every time I tell you to do something, you never goddamn listen—" You shut your eyes and you immediately think of heaven's gates. When you open your eyes, you're in… Kansas? Lawrence, Kansas to be specific. And infront of the Winchester's house, no less. 

There's a woman inside, she's running after a child and you can't help but smile. You're not sure what's so amusing about it but it's almost like you can imagine that being Dean and his mother. Her running after him, this house being their own, him growing up not hunting. 

You know that's not possible, you know he was chosen before he was even born, you know vessels are made before they're even human, but it's comforting you in some way. It comforting to think that there could be another universe where the Winchesters were just themselves.

You don't notice it but you're somehow in front of the door, knocking. A man opens the door, "Hi. I'm…" an Angel, is what you've learned to say when you, Sam, and Dean meet monsters. An FBI agent when you meet any type of authority. Just a Guardian Angel when you meet other Angels.

"I'm Cherry." You make up. "And I… I am a friend of the Winchesters. They used to live here." When you were assigned to come down to earth to kill Cass for disobeying Heaven, you had to study Dean fully. You watched his entire life, every single second he's been alive until you met is engrained into your memory. 

It feels horrible, you know if he ever found out he'd be angry at you but you didn't know you'd grow to like the Winchesters as much as you did. 

"Honey," he yells for his wife, you presume. The woman who dean and Sam helped when they came here years ago shows up with a smile. "Friend of the Winchesters."

Her eyes widen. "Of— why? Is something wrong? We haven't felt anything." You shake your head, looking down at the seven year old. 

"Hey, little boy." He smiles at you and then hides behind his mother's leg. "I'm sorry, your son is just adorable. There's nothing wrong with the house,I only…" but you have nothing to say. You have no idea what you're doing or why you're ruining this couple's evening or why you're like this. You miss Dean. 

It clicks that's you had left mid-argument just now, on their porch. And that if you close your eyes, your bound to get back to dean. So you don't blink, just look up at them and see them moving to make room for you. You smile and enter the house.

"We were just about to have dinner, wanna join us?" You nod eagerly, looking around. You remember all four years of Dean's life in this house so vividly, way more than even he does, and it's exhausting. Because in taking his memories, you absorbed his emotions too and they are painful. They're too strong for a man to bare.

You sit down on the table as they plate everything and when they sit down, they offer you their hands. The woman, Jenny, smiles. "We pray." You take her hand immediately, connecting your other one with her older Son Sari, and he does the same with his seven year old sister, Richie. 

"Lord, thank you for the food we are about to eat." And then it ends. And then they eat and your hands are mostly still outstretched waiting for more. It takes a minute for Jenny to snap you out of your trance. "Cherry, you okay?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry, I— Dean needs me. I need to go see him." She doesn't say anything, just takes your hand before you run out of the room, closing your eyes once you reach the door. 

"Did you find her? Well do it faster, Cass—" it's familiar. It's everything you've been craving ever since you left. It's only been a few hours but it's dark now, which is probably why they were having dinner. Right. They. Because you had dinner with a family.

A family that prays. Or pretends to, it’s only being gratefulness for being given something. But have they prayed as they make the food? Do they ask god to give them strength? Do they study the books? Why did you pray with them? Who would you pray to?

They’re the people you turned your life around for. You’ve been alive forever and these humans, who are only sometimes grateful, are who you’ve rejected order for. Especially this human.

"Dean?" He turns around, his gun automatically pointed at you and you can't help the smile on your face. He released a breath before talking two long steps to you and pulling you into his chest. 

"God, Angel, where were you? Are you okay?" He lets go, taking a quick look. When he realizes your fine, his eyes become furious. "What were you fucking thinking? Don't you ever do that again," you're about to stand up to him, the same way Cass sometimes does, but then he says, "don't run away when you know I can't chase after you."

"You were shouting."

"We had a disagreement, it's normal." Is it? Are the loud voices and anger normal? "Please just talk to me before ever doing that again." 

"Okay."

"Where did you go?" He asks, his voice still slightly tense. Maybe he doesn't trust you after all this time, thinking you're just waiting for the angels to rise after Cass's disappointment as their leader. 

"Lawerence." He doesn't ask anything after that. But when he hugs you again, he hears your soft mumble. "They had a family." Yeah, they did. You never will, though. 

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A Home (part 15)

Part 1 Part 14 Part 16

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Can someone take that fucking gun from Niragi already?

A few days had passed.

A few days since you had looked Chishiya in the eyes and told him the truth. Since you had asked all the right questions, since you had seen through him with that frustrating, impossible clarity. A few days since you had sat close to him, warm and kind, your voice steady and soft, telling him things he had never let himself believe before. A few days since you had held his hand, kissed the side of his head, and made him feel like a person instead of an observer.

And now, he stood in the entrance of the hallway, watching.

The kitchen was across the living room, and he could see you perfectly from where he stood. You were talking to Niragi, that absolute monster, fussing over him, laughing at something he said, all care and warmth despite everything.

Niragi was better now. The fever had passed, the wound had closed, and he was his usual unbearable self again—arrogant, loud, biting. But Chishiya could still see it—the way Niragi leaned in, just slightly, when you touched him. The way his sharp words softened around the edges when they were directed at you. The way he let you get away with things nobody else could.

You had that effect on people.

“Really, you need to be more careful.” you were saying, your voice teasing but sincere as your hands brushed against Niragi’s shoulder. “It would be a shame if you died, you know. Those great collarbones of yours would go to waste.”

Niragi pulled his mouth, tilting his head back. “Oh? You like them that much?”

“I like you alive that much.” you corrected, rolling your eyes. “But yes, they’re nice. It’s all very aesthetically pleasing. So try not to get yourself shot again, alright?”

Niragi scoffed, but there was something almost pleased in his expression. “No promises.”

You huffed. “You’re impossible.”

And Chishiya? Chishiya just stood there, watching.

Thinking.

You had a way of making people feel like the best versions of themselves, even when they were at their worst. You had done it to him that night—shown him something he didn’t even know he had been waiting to hear. And now here you were, doing the same thing to Niragi, effortlessly drawing something human out of someone who had spent his entire life trying to prove he wasn’t.

Chishiya didn’t know how to process big feelings.

So he didn’t.

Instead, he studied the situation like he always did. Detached. Observant. Cold.

But the conclusion was the same.

You were perfect.

Not in the way that meant you were flawless. No, you were messy, complicated, frustratingly real. You got overwhelmed. You panicked. You carried the weight of things that nobody else would carry.

And yet, you chose to be this way.

You chose to care.

And Chishiya didn’t know what to do with that.

Because he had never met someone who could look at people like Niragi—people like him—and still find something worth holding onto.

And worse, he had never met someone who made him want to be worth holding onto.

Niragi had been more distant lately.

Not physically—no, he was still around, still in the same spaces as you, still close enough to reach. But his words had sharpened, his temper shorter, his moods unpredictable. He wanted to push you away, but at the same time, he wanted you more than anything. You were the only warmth he had ever known, and yet, he was convinced he shouldn’t have it.

You had noticed, of course. You noticed everything.

And you never let it stop you.

You stood by the kitchen counter, slicing something for breakfast, while Niragi sat at the table, lazily drumming his fingers against the wood.

“You should eat something.” you said, your voice gentle as you glanced back at Niragi. “You barely touched your food yesterday.”

Niragi scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “What, are you my mother now?”

You let out a breath, setting the knife down. “That’s not what I—”

“You gonna start spoon-feeding me next?” Niragi interrupted, voice full of mockery. “Tuck me in? Read me a bedtime story? Jesus, you’re so fucking clingy.”

You didn’t even flinch. “You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.” you said, the same patience in your voice as always. “But I’m making something anyway, so if you change your mind, just let me know.”

Niragi’s jaw tightened. He hated that. Hated that you never snapped back at him, never gave him an excuse to fight. Hated that you stayed, no matter how cruel he was.

“Why the fuck do you do that?” he muttered.

You blinked, tilting your head. “Do what?”

“That.” He gestured at you. “Act like—like none of this bothers you. Like I don’t bother you.” Because he bothered everyone, didn’t he?

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Because you don’t.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit.” you said simply. “I care about you. That’s not going to change just because you’re trying to piss me off.”

Something flickered across his face, something almost pained, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yeah?” he said, voice mocking. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

Chishiya exhaled slowly through his nose, tapping his fingers against the wall.

He had been watching this play out for days now. Watching Niragi push, waiting for you to push back—but you never did. And that was what unsettled Niragi the most, wasn’t it? That no matter how much venom he spit, you never gave him the reaction he was looking for.

You never gave up on him.

Chishiya could see it all. The way Niragi was unraveling, the way he was testing you, waiting for you to leave—because that’s what people did, wasn’t it? People didn’t stay. People didn’t care, not really.

And yet, you were still here.

Chishiya knew what Niragi was doing because he had done it himself, in his own way. There was nothing more terrifying than being loved when you didn’t think you deserved it. When you had spent your whole life assuming you couldn’t be loved.

Niragi was waiting for you to prove him right.

Chishiya had been waiting for you to prove him right, too.

And neither of them had been able to break you.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Because you didn’t love them because they had done something to deserve it. You didn’t love them because they had changed, or because they had earned it. You just did.

And that was worse than any cruelty they had ever known.

Because it meant they could lose it.

And neither of them knew how to handle that.

~

Niragi was stretched out on the couch, looking far too comfortable. His arm was lazily draped over the back of the couch, his other hand resting against his stomach, fingers tapping idly. You were right next to him, legs tucked up beneath you, practically pressed into his side.

Your hands were on his face, gently cradling his jaw, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. You were talking—just rambling, really—about something you had seen earlier. A cat, small and scrappy, lurking near the alleyway when you had gone out for a walk.

“It had the biggest eyes.” you said, smiling as you tilted Niragi’s face slightly, inspecting a small scratch near his jawline. “And the fluffiest little tail. It was so cute, but it wouldn’t let me get close. Just ran off the second I tried.”

“Smart cat.” Niragi muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

You hummed. “I wanted to bring it food. Maybe I’ll go back tomorrow and try again.”

Niragi huffed out a breath. “Dumb. Stray cats don’t trust people. They know better.”

You just smiled, tilting your head. “Yeah? So what does that make you, then?”

Niragi blinked, his lips parting slightly before he scoffed, turning his head away from you. But he didn’t pull from your grasp. He let you hold him, let you touch him, let your fingers run along the angles of his face.

His moods were unpredictable—whiplash inducing, really. He could go from pushing you away, all teeth and venom, to melting under your hands in the blink of an eye. And right now, he was leaning into it.

“Maybe the cat just thought you were annoying.” he muttered, tilting his head further into your touch even as he insulted you. “Maybe it ran off because it didn’t want to hear you talk its fucking ear off.”

You just laughed, unfazed as always. “Maybe. But I’ll try again anyway.”

“Yeah?” Niragi smirked, something playful in his gaze. “You really think you can win over some half-dead street rat just by being nice?”

You smiled at him, all warmth and patience.

“Hasn’t failed me yet.” you said softly, brushing a thumb over his cheek.

He let out a breath, leaning further into your hands, letting himself enjoy it. Letting himself be touched—not out of violence, not out of necessity, but simply because you wanted to.

And fuck, he wanted it, too.

But he wouldn’t say that.

Wouldn’t admit to the way he felt lighter when you touched him, when you talked to him like he wasn’t just some monster, when you looked at him like he was worth something.

“You’re such a dumbass.” he muttered, voice low, but he let you hold him. He let you stay.

Niragi knew exactly what he was doing.

He had always known.

He wasn’t stupid—no, he never had been. He knew how people worked, knew how they looked at him, knew how they judged him before he even opened his mouth. Back then, when he was nothing but a nerdy fuck, a punching bag, an easy target, he learned fast. People were cruel. People took what they wanted and left nothing behind. People used others, squeezed them dry, then tossed them aside.

Now he was the one in control.

He was hot, and he knew it.

And you—fuck, you loved him.

You were all over him, touching him without hesitation, holding his face in your soft little hands like he wasn’t some bloodstained mess of a person. You looked at him with so much warmth, so much adoration.

It was almost funny.

Because if you had met him before, before all this—before he had carved himself into something unrecognizable—you wouldn’t have given him the time of day.

Back then, he was nothing.

But now, he could have anything he wanted.

Including you.

And oh, he knew he could use this. Could use you.

You were soft. You were kind. You cared about him like no one else ever had.

And Niragi knew exactly how to take advantage of that.

He let you hold him, let you cradle his jaw, let your fingers skim along his face with so much tenderness it almost made him sick. But he didn’t pull away. No, he leaned into it. He smirked at you, eyelids low, voice smooth as he let himself sink into your touch.

Because he knew he had you wrapped around his fucking finger.

“You should be careful, Y/N.” he murmured, voice dripping with something slow and honeyed. “You’re getting a little obsessed with me.”

You just laughed, still so fucking sweet. “I just like taking care of you, Niragi.”

He wondered—just how far could he push this? How much could he take from you before you realized he was only holding onto you because you were something warm in his cold, dead hands?

How much could he make you love him before you saw him for what he really was?

And when that happened…

Would you still stay?

But there was something, though.

Something small, something he didn’t want to name. Something that curled up in the back of his mind like an unwelcome guest and whispered to him in the quiet moments, when you weren’t talking, when you weren’t touching him, when you weren’t right there.

He ignored it. He always ignored it.

Because Niragi knew what he was doing.

He let you touch him, let you baby him, let you love him, because why wouldn’t he? He deserved this. After everything—after years of getting spat on, after years of taking punch after punch, after years of being no one, nothing—he deserved to take whatever the hell he wanted.

You gave so freely. You never asked for anything in return. You just gave.

So why shouldn’t he take?

Why shouldn’t he sink into your touch, let himself melt under your hands, let himself need your attention?

Need?

Niragi’s jaw tensed. His fingers twitched against his knee. Something in his chest felt wrong.

He didn’t need shit.

He didn’t need anyone.

And yet, when you pulled your hands away, when you shifted slightly on the couch, when you turned your head for even a second—his muscles tensed.

He almost grabbed your wrist.

Almost.

Instead, he tilted his head. “What, getting bored already?”

You blinked at him, all soft eyes and warmth, as if you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him. “Of course not.”

Then why did he feel like something was missing the second you weren’t touching him?

Niragi pushed the thought away, leaned back on the couch, let his body go loose and lazy. “Good.” he muttered. “You’re the one who won’t leave me alone, after all.”

He expected you to scold him, to sigh at him, to roll your eyes and call him a brat. Instead, you just smiled. Like you saw through him. Like you knew.

His throat went dry.

No.

You didn’t know shit.

You were just some stupid, soft-hearted idiot who didn’t realize that one day, he was going to take too much from you. And if you ever did realize—if you ever really saw him—he already knew what you would do.

You’d leave.

Just like everyone else.

So Niragi did what he always did.

He got meaner.

“You should really get a hobby, Y/N.” he sneered. “I know I’m hot, but you’re starting to look desperate.”

And still, still, still—you didn’t pull away. You just laughed. And Niragi hated it. Hated that laugh, hated that look, hated the way his fingers twitched again with the urge to grab you.

Because maybe, just maybe—there was something there.

Chishiya had no interest in getting involved, but watching you two was becoming a reliable source of entertainment.

So, when he walked into the massive living room—hands in his pockets, posture loose, looking like he had nowhere better to be—he only raised a brow at the scene in front of him.

You, perched right next to Niragi, looking at him like he was the only person in the world. And Niragi, sprawled out like a king on his throne.

Pathetic.

Not you—him.

Chishiya could see it. Niragi was obvious as hell. He was drinking it in, every drop of attention you gave him, even as he insulted you, even as he pushed at your warmth with mean words.

Typical.

But you—you were something else.

“Chishiya.” you said, eyes lighting up the second you saw him. You were beaming at him before he even said a word. “Hi.”

He didn’t react, but something in his chest did. The way you said his name—so full of warmth, so genuine—it was still something he hadn’t quite figured out how to process.

“You two are getting along well.” he remarked, gaze flicking toward Niragi. “Almost heartwarming.”

“Fuck off.” Niragi sneered immediately. “What the fuck do you want?”

Chishiya smirked. “Just seeing what all the noise was about.”

“And getting entertainment from us?” you added knowingly, teasing.

“Maybe.”

You laughed softly—but you didn’t stop looking at him. And it was the way you looked at him that got to him. Like you wanted him there. Like his presence was something good.

Chishiya wasn’t used to that. He wasn’t used to being wanted without some kind of motive behind it. But with you, he could never quite figure out the angle.

Because you—god, you were so fucking sweet.

“You should sit with us.” you said, scooting just slightly, patting the empty space next to you.

Chishiya glanced at Niragi, waiting for him to snap, but Niragi only scoffed and muttered, “Fuckin’ great.”

For once, he didn’t argue.

Chishiya tilted his head, considering.

Interesting.

Without another word, he moved toward the couch, lowering himself into the spot next to you. You barely even let him get comfortable before you turned fully toward him, all soft-eyed and full of warmth, just like you always were.

And Niragi hated it.

“Jesus Christ.” Niragi grumbled, rolling his eyes. “If you keep looking at him like that, I might actually throw up.”

Chishiya smirked. “Jealous?”

“Jealous of what?” Niragi snapped, but there was something tight in his voice, something just under the surface.

You, of course, didn’t seem to notice. Or if you did, you didn’t react to it.

“Be nice.” you scolded, voice soft.

“Yeah, Niragi.” Chishiya echoed, still smirking. “Be nice.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

But you were already moving, your attention shifting back to Niragi without hesitation. You were ridiculous. Impossible. Every time Niragi was just about to push too far, you pulled him back in with your warmth, your patience, your fucking kindness.

Chishiya didn’t understand it.

You should’ve hated Niragi. You should’ve hated him.

But you didn’t.

And that—that was fascinating.

“What were you two talking about before I got here?” Chishiya asked casually, already knowing Niragi would snap again, already knowing it would be funny.

“Nothing you need to know about.” Niragi muttered.

“Just something I saw outside.” you answered at the same time.

Niragi glared.

“Something you saw outside?” Chishiya prompted.

“Yeah.” you said, your voice full of that softness again, that ever-present warmth. “I saw this little orange cat in the street yesterday. It was so cute, Chishiya, I swear, I wanted to bring it home.”

Niragi let out an exaggerated groan. “For fuck’s sake, here we go again.”

You huffed, giving him a playful shove. “Like you weren’t just letting me talk about it.”

“Doesn’t mean I liked it.”

“You listened to me.” you pointed out with a teasing smile.

“You had your hands all over me. It was a distraction.”

Chishiya watched. It was like watching a cat toy with a mouse—except neither of you seemed to know who was the cat and who was the mouse.

Chishiya liked to watch you.

Not just because you were beautiful—though you were. Not just because you were fascinating—though you were that too.

It was because there was something about you that he couldn’t figure out. And Chishiya prided himself on always figuring people out. You, though? You had a way of slipping through his careful observations, of twisting logic into something lost, of making him feel something in his chest he couldn’t quite name.

You were perfect. And you looked perfect, sitting there between him and Niragi, smiling like the angel you were.

But the way you looked at them—god—it was unbearable.

You looked at them like they mattered. Like they weren’t just violent, selfish, cruel things forged in blood and destruction. Like they weren’t built from bitterness and loneliness and pain.

“You know,” you started, voice soft but clear. “you two are my favorite people.”

Chishiya didn’t react. Niragi scoffed, moving his head, poking his tongue around in his mouth, rolling his eyes—but he was listening. He was always listening to you, even when he pretended not to.

“You say that like you know anyone else.” Niragi muttered.

You just smiled. “I’d still say it even if I did.”

Neither of them spoke.

You looked between them, your expression so open, so genuine. “It’s not just because we’re stuck together. It’s not just because we’re surviving together. If I had known a hundred other people before this, I still would’ve liked you both the most.”

Chishiya watched you carefully. He had spent his whole life understanding actions, not hearts. But your actions never made sense to him, because your heart was different from anyone else he had ever met.

“And it’s not because I think you’re better than you are.” you continued, gaze flicking between the two of them. “I know who you are. I don’t look at you and pretend you’re not violent, or dangerous, or capable of horrible things.”

Niragi didn’t say anything. He was watching you too, quiet.

“I just don’t think that’s all you are.” you added, voice softer now, but firm. “And even if that’s all you think you are, I don’t have to agree with you.”

It was infuriating. Not because you were wrong—god, Chishiya wished you were wrong—but because you were saying things that neither of them knew how to process.

Because no one had ever looked at them like this before.

No one had ever wanted them like this before.

You sighed, tilting your head, giving them a look like you knew they weren’t believing you, and that frustrated you just a little.

“I like you.” you said simply, as if that was the easiest thing in the world. “Not because I think you’re secretly good or because I have some delusional hope that you’ll change. I like you because you’re you.”

It was too much.

Niragi ran a tongue over his teeth, looking away, shifting like he was uncomfortable.

Chishiya didn’t move.

It would’ve been easier if you were stupid.

If you had underestimated them. If you had ignored all the blood on their hands and convinced yourself they were something else.

But no.

You knew. And you chose them anyway.

And Chishiya—he had spent his whole life knowing what people wanted. Money, status, power. Control. Safety.

But you—what the fuck did you want?

What did you see when you looked at them?

“You’re ridiculous.” Niragi muttered, but his voice lacked its usual bite.

“You both are.” you teased, giving them that look again. The one that made them feel like they were the crazy ones, not you.

Maybe they were.

Maybe you had made them crazy.

But Chishiya didn’t mind watching you. He didn’t mind feeling this—whatever this was. Because the way you smiled at them—like they mattered—was something he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to let go of.

“Anyways, I swear, I see the same little orange cat every time I go out.” you said, your voice light and thoughtful. “Or maybe there’s just a lot of orange cats around. I don’t know. But this one had little white paws, and it was so cute. It was sitting on top of some car.”

Chishiya gave a slow blink, unimpressed. Niragi scoffed. The speed you changed the topics was impressive, to be honest.

“You should’ve caught it.” Niragi muttered. “Could’ve eaten it.”

You gasped, shoving at his arm without thinking. “Niragi!”

Your leg brushed against Chishiya’s, shifting absentmindedly as you kept talking, your energy restless, your presence so immediate it was impossible to ignore. You couldn’t stay still. Even as you talked, you moved, shifting your legs, fidgeting, your knee knocking against Niragi’s before leaning into Chishiya’s.

And neither of them moved away.

Niragi, as much as he liked to act like a heartless bastard, let your fingers graze over his wrist as you gestured. Let your leg stay against his like it was nothing.

And Chishiya—who usually didn’t like being touched at all—let you do the same to him.

He didn’t know why.

But it was just you.

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t second-guess, didn’t seem to care that they weren’t nice, weren’t safe, weren’t the kind of men that were used to this kind of thing.

Maybe that was why you did it.

Maybe you knew.

Maybe you knew that no one had ever touched Niragi just to touch him.

That no one had ever leaned against Chishiya like they belonged there.

That neither of them had ever been given anything without some kind of expectation in return.

Maybe you knew that, and maybe you didn’t.

But either way, you kept touching them.

And they liked it.

Fuck.

“That damn place is probably on fire without us.” Niragi muttered. His arm stretched over the couch, loose and relaxed, and it just happened to rest behind you. “They probably lost their fucking minds when we disappeared.”

Uhuh, yeah, they did not give a fuck about your little cat.

Chishiya gave him a glance, unimpressed. “You think they care that much?”

Niragi grinned.

You glanced between them, your expression curious. “The beach?”

Niragi’s hand slipped onto your thigh.

It wasn’t sleazy.

It was sweet.

A slow drag of his fingers, the weight of his palm resting warm and solid against you, the casualness of it making it feel natural.

You didn’t even react. That was the thing about you. You never reacted to him in a way that made him think you didn’t want it.

And you liked to be touched.

So he did it.

He knew what he was doing. Chishiya knew it, too. And he was letting him do it.

“Well, it’s a kingdom, isn’t it?” Niragi continued, his voice smooth, his fingers tracing patterns into your skin. “And we were the top dogs. If we’re not there, it’s bound to fall apart eventually.”

You were curious. That much was obvious. “The top?” you repeated, glancing at him. “You were at the top?”

Niragi poked at his cheek with his tongue. “Course we were.”

“More like the dogs guarding the throne.” Chishiya said.

Niragi shot him a sharp look, but you laughed, the sound light and full of warmth, and that was enough to make Niragi let it go.

His fingers squeezed your thigh slightly.

“What’s it really like?” you murmured.

Chishiya watched as Niragi gave you a look. It was the kind of look Niragi always had when he was enjoying something. When he was toying with something.

But this time, it wasn’t cruelty.

It was you.

“I think you’d like it.” Niragi murmured, his voice taking on something sweeter.

You blinked at him, and he only smiled.

“People do what they want there.” Chishiya took over. “It’s easy to get by. There’s food, shelter. No real responsibilities. As long as you follow the rules, there’s no reason to worry.”

You were listening.

Niragi’s fingers slid up your thigh just slightly.

It was gentle.

Not pushing.

Not forcing.

Just reminding.

“You should come with us.” he murmured.

You exhaled a small laugh. “Why?”

“You wouldn’t have to keep running around out here like a little rat.” Niragi said, and though his words were harsh, his tone was soft. “You’d be with us.”

That part was important.

With them.

Chishiya watched as you considered it.

You still thought it was a joke. That’s why they had to be careful. If you realized it was happening, you’d resist. But if they kept nudging—kept pressing, kept pulling—then eventually, you’d come to the conclusion yourself. And that was how you won someone over completely.

Chishiya should know.

That was how they had gotten through you.

Niragi could feel the hesitation the moment it settled in you. It was the way your fingers lightly traced the hem of your sleeve, the way your eyes darted toward the fairy lights you’d so carefully placed around the room. The way your brows knit together, just slightly, before you even realized what you were doing.

Doubt.

Niragi had been called a lot of things in his life. Ruthless, sadistic, cruel. All of it was true.

But he was not stupid.

And he knew people.

He knew you.

So he softened. Leaning in just slightly, his fingers traced light, lazy shapes over your thigh, and his voice dropped into something low and coaxing.

“Oh, come on.” he murmured, and there was something softer in his tone now. Something fond. “I know you’re not actually considering staying here.”

Your lips pressed together, your eyes flicking over the dim, warm glow of the living room.

“I just…” You exhaled, fingers tapping against your leg as you thought. “I like it here.”

He had expected that. Niragi let out a small hum, his fingers pressing slightly against you before rubbing slow, soothing circles against the fabric of your pants.

He smiled.

“Yeah, yeah.” he murmured. “The lights, the couch, the little homey feel.”

You gave him a look.

“You’re not really attached to this place, though.” Chishiya said, his tone even. “You’re attached to the idea of it.”

Your lips parted slightly, brow furrowing.

“You like making things safe.” he said simply, watching you closely. “You like making things yours. But that doesn’t mean this is where you should stay.”

Niragi could see it. The way the words landed.

You were listening. Thinking.

“Baby.” Niragi murmured, and his voice was so sweet it could rot your teeth. “You don’t actually think this place is gonna last forever, do you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” you muttered.

But Niragi knew. He knew exactly what that meant. So he just smiled, letting his fingers trail slightly higher, dragging along the side of your hip before resting his palm there instead.

“It’s cute.” he murmured, his tone lilting, teasing, warm. “The way you try to hold onto shit.”

You frowned, eyes flicking toward Chishiya. “Is he part of the argument, or is this just him being an asshole?”

Chishiya shrugged. “Both.”

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes, but Niragi laughed. And then he leaned in.

“Hey.” he said, his voice low, sweet. “Come with us.”

Your breath hitched slightly. And Niragi saw it. So he pressed further.

“I like having you around.” he admitted, his tone softer than usual. More genuine. “And he likes having you around.” His hand on your hip squeezed slightly. “You’re fun.”

You blinked. “That’s your argument? I’m fun?”

“Fun.” Niragi repeated, dragging the word out. “Hot. And cute.”

Your cheeks warmed.

And Niragi knew it.

Chishiya let out a soft sigh. “The point is,” he said, speaking more plainly. “you don’t actually belong here.”

Your eyes snapped toward him. “And I belong at the Beach?”

Chishiya blinked slowly. “Yes.”

Your frown deepened, and he continued.

“You don’t belong alone.” he clarified. “And if you go with us, you won’t be.”

Niragi could see it.

That last part had done it.

It wasn’t a reaction, wasn’t a visible thing.

But Niragi knew.

Your fingers tapped lightly against the fabric of your pants. Your weight shifted just slightly toward him. Your teeth caught your lip, just barely. A small, barely-there pause.

“…Fuck.” you muttered.

Chishiya sat back, watching you carefully. The way your brows furrowed, your fingers tapped lightly against your knee, your lips parted just slightly before pressing together again. You were thinking.

That night in your room, when you’d spoken to him—really spoken to him—it had been the first time in a long, long time that someone had made him stop.

Had made him listen.

You had asked him the right questions, and he hated that. Hated how right you had been. Because you were right. About everything. And he knew it.

That night had stayed with him.

He had replayed the words over in his mind, over and over, that annoying, perfect voice of yours sticking to the insides of his skull.

It wasn’t just that you understood him.

It was that you hadn’t judged him for it.

And now, sitting here, watching you carefully as you hesitated, as you chewed your lip in thought, as you felt more deeply than he ever could, he felt that same strange feeling settle into his bones.

You were soft words and warm hands, caring too much for people who didn’t deserve it.

Who would never deserve it.

He exhaled slowly, shifting just slightly. He had been watching you so closely that he hadn’t realized how long he’d been staring.

At your face, at the curve of your lips as you chewed the inside of your cheek, at the slope of your nose, the soft tilt of your head.

You were pretty.

He glanced away, exhaling slowly, before looking back up.

You were still chewing your lip.

Still thinking.

Still perfect.

But anyway, that’s how you manipulate someone.

Because they had just gotten you to go back with them.

And you hadn’t even realized it. Not really.

“Think about it.” Niragi murmured, tilting his head, eyes soft, voice coaxing. “Us. Back at the Beach. You’d have fun, baby, I promise.”

He never fucking promised things.

His fingers slid further up your thigh, just a little, just enough to suggest—but not enough to push. Not enough to make you pull away.

Because he knew you wouldn’t.

Because you never did.

And Niragi knew how to play a game when he saw one.

“You wouldn’t have to lift a finger.” he continued, leaning in just slightly, just enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. “I’d take care of you, y’know? Carry your bags, make sure you’re comfortable, maybe even keep you warm at night.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move. Didn’t push him away. Didn’t shut him down completely.

And that was a fucking win.

“You’re so annoying.” you muttered, but it lacked any real bite, and Niragi just grinned. Because he had you thinking. Had you considering.

“You’ve never seen the Beach.” he continued smoothly, fingers still lazily tracing against your thigh. “Never really seen what it’s like. It’s fun, baby, I swear. You’d love it there.”

It wasn’t a lie, not exactly.

But he didn’t need to lie.

He just needed to frame it the right way.

Because Niragi knew how to make people want things. And right now, he was making you want this.

“You said yourself.” he added, voice dropping just slightly, gaze locking onto yours. “We’re your favorite people, yeah?” His thumb brushed against your leg, barely there. “So why not stay with us?”

You exhaled slowly.

Chishiya had been quiet this whole time, watching, analyzing. He watched. But this time, it wasn’t to pick apart someone’s weaknesses. This time, it was to see you. To see what you would do. What you would choose.

He had already known what Niragi was doing. Had seen the moment Niragi made the decision to change tactics.

To be sweet instead of brutal.

To coax instead of taunt.

Because that was how you got people.

You didn’t force them.

You made them want it.

And Chishiya had to admit, Niragi was good.

Because now? Now, you were nodding slowly. Now, you were considering.

Niragi was satisfied. Partly with himself, partly with you.

Because fuck, that was almost too easy.

He had you.

Had you.

And he could see it. Could feel it in the way you weren’t resisting anymore, in the way your hesitation had all but melted away under the heat of his words, under the weight of his touch.

It was like watching prey walk willingly into the jaws of a beast.

And fuck, it was delicious.

So he grinned, sharp and feral, his teeth flashing as he leaned in close, too close, and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Fast. Rough. Possessive.

His lips lingered just for a second—just long enough to prove his point—before he pulled away and let his hand slap against your cheek in that careless, almost playful way.

That pat.

The one that wasn’t really a pat.

The one that was more territorial than anything else.

And then he laughed. A low, wild, pleased sound as he flopped back against the couch, stretching his arms over the back of it, looking like a fucking animal who had just devoured his meal and was now basking in the afterglow of the kill.

“Fuck, I love you.” he said, still laughing, like he thrived off this shit.

You gave him a look, unimpressed, but he could see the way you fought a smile.

And that just made him laugh harder.

Because you could pretend all you wanted.

But he knew.

He fucking knew.

“You’re insane.” you muttered, shaking your head, but there was no real heat behind it. You were smiling. You were nice.

He flicked your forehead.

You swatted at him.

He laughed.

Because he won. Because you were his, whether you realized it or not.

And fuck, that was all he needed.

~

It was late.

You were in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, bare feet swinging just above the floor, fingers loosely curled around a glass of water. The only light came from the dim glow under the cabinets, casting long shadows across the room.

It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

Until the soft sound of footsteps.

And then—Chishiya.

You saw him before he spoke, before he even fully stepped into the kitchen. The way his pale hair caught the light, the way he always moved, like he was completely aware of his presence in a space. He was watching you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Came to check on you.”

Check on you?

You blinked at him, the words sitting strangely in your chest.

Chishiya didn’t do things without reason. Didn’t waste his energy unless there was something to be gained.

But he had nothing to gain from checking on you.

And yet, here he was.

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Because I knew you’d still be awake.” It was such a simple statement. But something about it felt heavier than it should have.

You looked down at your glass, running your thumb along the rim. “Yeah, well. Just thinking.”

Chishiya didn’t say anything. Just watched you.

You sighed, lifting the glass to your lips, the cool water grounding you for a second. “You know… sometimes I think I like the quiet. But then I get too much of it, and it makes me feel like I’m being left alone with my own thoughts.”

A beat of silence.

“I get that.” Chishiya said.

You looked at him. And for once, he wasn’t wearing that detached asshole expression. No, there was something there. Something you couldn’t quite place.

He understood.

And that alone made you exhale softly, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little.

“Guess that’s why I like having people around.” you admitted, rolling the glass between your palms. “Even if they’re assholes.”

Chishiya let out a quiet hum. “You attract them like a magnet.”

That made you laugh, just a little. “Yeah, yeah. And you’re included in that, by the way.”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of denying it.”

You shook your head, but your voice was softer when you spoke again.

“…But thanks. For checking on me.”

Chishiya didn’t respond right away. Just watched you again, gaze steady, before he finally walked over, stopping a few steps away.

“You’re always taking care of everyone else.” he said, almost idly. “Figured someone should return the favor.”

That made your breath catch, just for a second.

Because it was such a small thing to say. But from him, it felt—

You swallowed, looking down again.

“…That’s sweet.” you said, your voice quieter now.

“Don’t get used to it.”

You smiled. Because you didn’t believe that for a second.

Chishiya leaned against the counter beside you, his side facing you, close enough that you could feel the shift of the air when he moved. His hands slid into the pockets of his hoodie, posture relaxed, like he had all the time in the world. Like he wasn’t standing in the dimly lit kitchen with you in the dead of night, checking in on you for reasons he probably wasn’t ready to admit to himself.

You were swinging your feet a little, glass of water still in your hands, eyes soft but thoughtful.

“Still thinking about leaving with us?” he asked, breaking the quiet.

You exhaled, tipping your head back slightly. “Yeah.”

There was something honest about the way you said it. No hesitation, no sugarcoating—just real. And that was what made you so different from everyone else he’d known. There was no calculation to the way you spoke, no agenda behind your words. You weren’t trying to convince him of anything, weren’t trying to manipulate or deceive. You were just you.

That made him want to listen.

Made him want to understand.

“I guess I just—” You sighed, lifting a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. “I made this place my home, y’know? I decorated it, made it feel warm. I thought I’d be happy here.”

“And you’re not?”

You hesitated.

He watched you closely.

“…I think I just liked trying to be happy.” you admitted. “Liked pretending I had something stable. That I wasn’t just surviving.”

That struck something in him.

Because he knew that feeling. That need for control. For some kind of certainty in a world where certainty didn’t exist.

It wasn’t about the place.

It was about what the place represented.

And now, you were being asked to leave it.

Chishiya exhaled through his nose. “That’s a nice thought. But you know stability doesn’t last.”

You glanced at him, a small, knowing smile tugging at your lips. “You think I don’t know that?”

He didn’t answer. Because of course you knew. Of course you did. You survived this world. You weren’t naive. And yet, you still carried so much warmth, so much hope, like you chose to believe in something better.

It was infuriating.

And he hated that it made him like you more.

“…Niragi wants you to go.” he said instead, watching for your reaction.

You snorted. “Yeah, I got that.”

“And you’ll say yes.” he said, almost like a statement.

You bit your lip, tapping your nails lightly against your glass. “Maybe.”

Chishiya tilted his head slightly, studying you. “Because you want to? Or because he wants you to?”

You paused.

That was a good question.

And you weren’t sure of the answer.

“…Both.” you admitted eventually. “I want to go. I do. But I also think I’m just bad at saying no to people I care about.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just continued to watch you, his expression the usual. You sighed, tilting your head slightly toward him, voice softer now.

“You want me to go?”

Chishiya blinked.

And for a moment, he didn’t answer.

Not because he didn’t know.

But because he did.

“…I don’t care.” he said smoothly. “Do what you want.”

You huffed a small breath. “Right. Sure.”

You didn’t believe him.

You shifted, drawing your legs up onto the counter, crossing them under you as you got comfortable. Then, without much thought, you leaned in, resting your cheek on Chishiya’s shoulder.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t stiffen, didn’t pull away.

He just let you.

It was such a simple action, something so small, but it felt big in a way neither of you acknowledged. Because Chishiya wasn’t used to being touched like this—so casually, so gently. No ulterior motives, no expectation behind it. Just you, finding comfort in him, like it was normal.

Like he was safe.

“You’re not stopping me.” you pointed out, your voice soft, teasing.

“I don’t care enough to stop you.”

You huffed a quiet breath. “You say that about a lot of things.”

“Because it’s true.”

“…Is it?”

Chishiya didn’t answer.

Because he knew you knew.

He felt the way your cheek shifted slightly against his shoulder as you smiled. And for some reason, that made something coil in his stomach, something unfamiliar, something he didn’t want to name.

“You still haven’t answered me.” you murmured.

“About what?”

“Do you want me to go?”

Chishiya exhaled through his nose. “I told you, I don’t care.”

“You care about some things.” you said, voice light. “You cared enough to come check on me, didn’t you?”

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t confirm or deny. Because you were right.

“…You really think Niragi’s gonna let you say no?” he said instead.

You let out a small breath. “No. But it’s cute when he thinks I have a choice.”

Chishiya huffed quietly, shaking his head slightly. You were ridiculous. But he didn’t argue. Because he knew Niragi wouldn’t let you go. And that was the problem.

Not because he was worried about you. Not because he thought you couldn’t handle it. But because Niragi was Niragi. He needed. He took. And Chishiya knew that once he had his teeth in something, he wasn’t letting go.

Now that “something” was you.

You, with all your warmth, all your softness, all the kindness that neither of them deserved.

“…You really want to go?” Chishiya asked after a moment.

You sighed, fingers absently running along the rim of your glass. “I don’t know.”

Chishiya turned his head slightly, just enough that he could see your face, your expression thoughtful, conflicted. You meant it. You really didn’t know.

“…Does it matter if I want you to go?” he asked eventually.

You turned your head, cheek still against his shoulder, looking up at him now.

“Yes.” you said simply. “It does.”

And Chishiya felt his stomach twist.

Because fuck you.

Fuck you for being so sincere. For looking at him like his opinion actually mattered, like he actually mattered. Because he wasn’t used to that. He wasn’t used to you.

“…You should sleep.” he said eventually, looking away.

You hummed, closing your eyes briefly against his shoulder. “Yeah. Probably.”

Neither of you moved.

You lifted your head slightly, your cheek dragging against the fabric of his hoodie as you turned to look at him over his shoulder. He felt it before he saw it—your movement, your warmth, the way your breath ghosted against his skin.

Chishiya tilted his head, just slightly, just enough for his gaze to meet yours.

Close.

You were so close.

Your eyes flickered over his face, searching, thoughtful. Not in the way most people looked at him. No, you looked at him like you were concerned. Like you cared.

“…How have you been?” you asked, voice quiet.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow. “Since when?”

You tilted your head slightly, your gaze not breaking from his. “Since we talked. That night.”

Chishiya exhaled through his nose. He should’ve expected that. Of course you would bring it up. Of course you wouldn’t just let it go.

He rolled his shoulder slightly, shifting against the counter. “I’m fine.”

You narrowed your eyes.

He sighed.

“You’re looking at me like I just lied.” he muttered.

You didn’t deny it. Instead, you softened, just a little. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Chishiya studied you for a moment, then looked away. “Not now.”

You nodded, unbothered. “Okay.”

Chishiya glanced at you again, a little surprised at how easily you let it go.

“I’m here when you do.” you reached up, your fingers barely brushing the back of his head before sliding deeper into his hair, a soft, slow movement that made something in his chest tighten.

It wasn’t much.

It wasn’t anything, really.

But it was gentle.

It was warm.

You sighed, your fingers tracing absentmindedly through his hair, the touch more comforting than anything he could ever remember.

“…I like your hair.” you murmured suddenly, voice light, thoughtful. “Always looks so soft.”

“That’s a weird thing to say.”

You huffed a small breath. “You think everything I say is weird.”

He didn’t argue.

You smiled, tilting your head again. “But it is soft.”

Chishiya exhaled, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Are you done?”

You grinned. “Not even close.”

Of course not.

Of course not.

You never were.

Chishiya sighed, letting his head tilt slightly into your touch. He told himself it was just because he was tired. That it was just easier than moving away. But deep down, somewhere, he knew the truth. That he didn’t want you to stop.

You sighed, your breath warm against the fabric of his hoodie as you let your head rest against his shoulder again.

Just for a little longer.

You felt him shift slightly but not pull away, and that alone made something in your chest ache. Because Chishiya wasn’t the type to seek out comfort. He wasn’t the type to allow it, accept it. And yet, here he was. Letting you stay close. Letting you rest against him like this, in the quiet of the dimly lit kitchen.

It wasn’t much.

But it was something.

And you knew better than to push. So you just sat there for another few seconds, letting the silence settle between you.

Eventually, though, you sighed again.

“Alright.” you murmured, lifting your head, stretching your arms slightly before pushing yourself up from the counter.

Chishiya straightened a little as you moved, his eyes flickering over you.

You gave him a smile, small but warm. And when you spoke, your voice was just as gentle. “You should get some rest.”

“Should I?”

You grinned, tilting your head. “I don’t know, doctor. Should you?”

Without thinking, without even hesitating, you reached out and gave his arm a soft squeeze.

Comforting.

Familiar.

Like you had known him forever.

Like you wanted to know him forever.

He just stared at you.

You gave him one last, lingering glance, something soft and sincere in your expression, before you turned on your heel and padded back toward the hallway.

You were gone.

Chishiya stood there for a moment, unmoving, hands still in his hoodie pockets as he listened to the faint sound of your footsteps disappearing down the hall.

And then, when he was finally alone, he let out a slow breath, tilting his head back slightly to stare at the ceiling.

You were getting close.

Too close.

~

The morning was still heavy with sleep when you stepped into the living room, your slippers soft against the floor, your hair a little messy, tired. All you really wanted was a slow morning—maybe some tea, maybe some time to wake up properly.

But the moment you entered, you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Chishiya stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze steady, but something about the way he watched you felt expectant. Like he was waiting for something.

And then there was Niragi. His rifle swinging casually in one hand as if it was nothing more than an accessory.

“Hey.” Niragi cooed, tilting his head, his voice syrupy sweet. “Hope you slept well, because we’re leaving.”

You blinked, still sluggish with sleep. “What?”

“Time to go.” he drawled, waving his gun around, gesturing lazily toward the door. “We’re taking you home.”

Home.

You looked at him, then at Chishiya, then back at Niragi. “You’re serious?”

“As a bullet to the skull, sweetheart.” Niragi grinned, shifting his rifle to rest against his shoulder. “So go get your shit. We’re not wasting any more time.”

You felt your stomach twist. “I—I just woke up. You didn’t even give me a second to—”

“Don’t need a second.” Niragi interrupted smoothly, stepping closer, voice dropping into something almost sickeningly sweet. “C’mon, baby, no need to drag this out.” His free hand came up, his fingers just barely grazing your chin before you pulled back slightly, and god—he had the audacity to chuckle. “It’s cute, though.” he added, tapping the barrel of his rifle against his temple. “That little hesitation. But we both know you’re coming with us, yeah?”

Your throat tightened. “I just—I need a second to think, I need—”

“You don’t.” Chishiya finally spoke, voice calm, steady. “Thinking about it won’t change anything.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned to him. “That’s not—”

“You want to stay here?” Chishiya asked, tilting his head slightly, like he already knew the answer. “Alone?”

And that was the thing.

You didn’t.

They knew you didn’t.

And maybe if they had asked instead of telling, you wouldn’t feel this sick about it.

But Niragi wasn’t going to ask. He was already wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, the metal of his gun cold against your arm as he leaned down, his lips barely brushing your ear.

“C’mon, angel.” he murmured, low and coaxing. “We take care of you. I take care of you.”

You swallowed hard.

And Niragi knew. Because he laughed, tapping the rifle against your thigh now, light and teasing, as if he wasn’t wielding something deadly.

“That’s my girl.”

He pulled back just slightly as he took you in—your hesitation, the way you stood there, almost barefoot in your sleepwear, barely awake, barely processing. He had you, and he knew it.

“Go get dressed.” he said, sharp but still syrupy sweet. “We’re not waiting all fucking day for you to stand here looking like a lost little bunny.”

Your mouth opened slightly, but there was nothing to say, nothing you could argue when he was looking at you like that—like he already won, like he always won.

And maybe that was the worst part. That you let him win.

So you sighed, brushing past them, Niragi’s fingers ghosting over your wrist just for a second as you did. You didn’t look back, just walked down the hall to your room, closing the door behind you and letting out a slow breath.

They didn’t give you space to argue, didn’t give you time to think.

And now here you were.

Leaving everything you built behind because they told you to.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your tired eyes, your pretty clothes, the way you still looked soft and sleepy. They expected you to get up and leave, no time to dwell on what you were abandoning.

Fine.

If you were going to leave, you were at least going to look good doing it. So you changed, slipping into something pretty, something soft. Pink. Some dress.

And when you stepped back into the living room, brushing your hands over the fabric, adjusting it slightly, Niragi let out a low whistle, head tilting, eyes dragging over you from head to toe.

“Fuck.” he muttered, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Look at you.”

You didn’t respond, just raised an eyebrow, but that only made his grin wider.

“Dressing up for me, angel?” he asked, voice teasing.

“For myself.” you corrected, but you knew it didn’t matter what you said—he was going to take credit for it anyway.

Niragi stepped closer, reaching out, his fingers just barely grazing the hem of your dress before you swatted his hand away. He only laughed.

“Yeah, yeah.” he said, waving his gun lazily in the air, dragging his mouth. “Get your shit. We’re leaving.”

Chishiya hadn’t said anything yet, just stood there watching, hands in his pockets, gaze flicking between the two of you. He didn’t whistle, didn’t make a comment, but his eyes lingered for half a second longer than they should have before he finally spoke. “Put the gun down.”

Niragi laughed. “Oh, come on, let me have my fun.”

But he lowered it.

For now.

You blinked at them, standing there in your pretty pink dress, fingers lightly fidgeting with the hem. You were still waking up, still trying to catch up with the way they just decided things and expected you to fall in line. “You two aren’t bringing anything?”

Niragi snorted, twirling his gun around his finger. “What the fuck do I need? I’ve got this.”

You stared at him. Then looked at Chishiya, who, predictably, looked unbothered, hands tucked into his hoodie.

“So… you’re telling me we’re leaving, just like that, and you two don’t need anything?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We’re not princesses like you. We don’t need to pack a fucking suitcase.”

You hummed softly, tilting your head. “But what if you get hungry? Or if it gets cold?”

“Then we eat whatever’s there, and if it’s cold, I’ll just use you for warmth.”

That made you huff a little laugh, but you shook your head. “I just mean… you’re making me pack, but you haven’t thought about what you need at all.”

Niragi waved you off like it was the dumbest thing he ever heard. “We’re not staying in the middle of nowhere, angel. There’s food there. There’s clothes. I can get a hundred outfits, and I’ll still look better than every sad fuck at the Beach.”

Chishiya finally cut in, voice dry. “That’s assuming there’s anything left for you to steal.”

That actually made Niragi laugh, like the idea of arriving back at the Beach and having nothing was hilarious. Maybe it was.

“What do you even need to bring?” Niragi asked, pointing his gun at you, not as a threat, just to make a point.

You blinked, mouth opening slightly. “Um—”

Niragi didn’t even let you start. “Clothes? You think we don’t have clothes there?”

“Well, I just—”

“And food? We have that too.”

Chishiya, ever the calm voice of reason, glanced at Niragi. “Still needs things.”

“Like what?” Niragi scoffed.

And this was where you should have been irritated, where you should have pointed out that you knew what you needed better than they did. But you weren’t irritated. You weren’t annoyed. You just stood there, watching them bicker about your things like they had more of a say in it than you did.

It was so them.

Chishiya sighed, still looking at Niragi like he was exasperated. “Toothbrush, for one.”

Niragi made a face, like he just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. “She can get a new one.”

You stifled a laugh. “I like my toothbrush.”

“And what about hygiene products?” Chishiya added, like he knew Niragi hadn’t even thought of that.

That made Niragi’s face twist up slightly, nose scrunching. “What, you mean period shit?”

“Yes, Niragi.” you said flatly. “Period shit.”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, watching Niragi act like the concept of periods was somehow going to kill him. He waved his gun a little, expression dramatic.

“Just take what you need and let’s go.”

And that was the end of the conversation, apparently.

Not that it was really a conversation to begin with.

You just smiled, shaking your head, already turning back towards your room to pack.

You barely had time to adjust the strap of your pink little bag before Niragi was already waving his gun toward the door, like some impatient drill sergeant who had no concept of personal space.

“Move it, angel.”

Chishiya was less aggressive about it, but no less expectant. He stood by the entrance, hands tucked into his hoodie, watching you with that expression that meant he was thinking something, but he wasn’t going to share.

You hesitated for just a second, looking over your shoulder. The little apartment you had built into a home—your fairy lights still glowing faintly against the morning light, your cozy little couch, the kitchen where you spent so many nights making food for the very same men dragging you away now.

And maybe they saw it, that flicker of attachment in your expression, because Niragi’s voice softened. Just a little.

“C’mon, baby. No use looking back now.”

The way he said it was almost gentle, but there was an edge to it, like he needed you to listen, like he needed you to turn away from all this and go with them.

But you still stood there, frozen for just a moment too long.

And then Niragi was suddenly behind you, long fingers wrapping around your wrist, not squeezing, not pulling—just holding. His voice dropped low, too sweet, almost coaxing.

“You don’t need this place anymore.”

You felt bad. But that didn’t stop you from exhaling, from letting your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag before finally nodding.

“Okay.”

And that was all it took.

Niragi grinned, triumphant, and Chishiya just gave the smallest tilt of his head, like he knew this was going to happen, like he knew you were always going to choose them in the end.

And just like that, you were stepping forward, out of the apartment, out of everything you had made for yourself.

Niragi threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close like you belonged to him, like he had won. His lips pressed against the top of your head in something that almost felt affectionate—but you knew better.

And Chishiya? He just glanced at you as you walked past him, his gaze lingering for just a second too long before he followed.

You didn’t look back.

~

The streets stretched out before you, empty and endless, the sun casting long shadows against the crumbling buildings. You followed behind them, one step after another, the soles of your pretty shoes barely making a sound against the cracked pavement.

You were always talking. Always. You were an endless stream of warmth, of sweet words and gentle touches, filling the silence with something bright and real. But now? Now, you didn’t say a word.

Niragi’s eyes flicked back toward you, just a glance over his shoulder, but it lingered. Like he was waiting for you to say something, anything. A dumb little comment, some rambling thought about the buildings you passed, or maybe just the way the sky looked today. But you said nothing.

Chishiya noticed too, of course. He always did. He didn’t look back at you, didn’t even acknowledge it at first. But his steps slowed, just slightly, just enough that you could catch up to his side if you wanted to.

You didn’t.

You just kept walking, a few paces behind them, watching the city as it passed.

You had built something back there. In that little apartment, in the warmth of your fairy lights, in the way you had decorated every corner like it mattered. Because it did matter.

And now you were leaving it behind.

You didn’t want to.

But you loved them more.

So you followed.

You watched the wind ripple through the abandoned streets, stirring up old newspapers and broken glass. You watched the buildings, the ones you had learned to recognize, the ones that had made up your world for so long. You memorized them, committed them to the back of your mind like a photograph, like a goodbye.

And still, you were quiet.

Niragi exhaled sharply, tilting his head to the sky before finally throwing his arms out dramatically, his voice breaking through the silence like he couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.

“Alright, what the fuck is it?”

You blinked, finally looking at him.

He slowed his steps, turning to face you fully now, walking backward like it was easy, like he had done this a thousand times before. The gun dangled loosely from his fingers, the weight of it careless.

You didn’t answer.

His expression twitched, just for a second, like he was resisting the urge to grab you, to shake the words out of you. Instead, he lifted the gun, tapping it against his temple with an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come on. You’re making me feel bad here.”

That wasn’t true. Niragi didn’t feel bad about shit. But he did feel bored, and he did feel annoyed, and you knew that was just as dangerous.

Still, you didn’t answer.

Chishiya finally turned his head, just slightly, just enough to watch you out of the corner of his eye. He was quiet too, but his silence was calculated. Yours wasn’t.

Yours was grief.

And Niragi? Niragi fucking hated that.

His fingers tightened around his gun before he finally dropped his arm back to his side. “What, you miss your little dollhouse already?”

It was mean. It was supposed to be. Niragi was always mean. But the second he said it, something flickered across his face, too fast for you to catch. Something almost uncertain.

Because he had the feeling that, for the first time, he had said the wrong thing.

“Yes.”

One word. No hesitation. No softness, no attempt to sugarcoat it, no sweet little smile to smooth the edges. Just yes.

Niragi actually faltered. It wasn’t much—just a flicker of something across his features, just the briefest twitch of his fingers around the gun. Like he had been expecting you to brush it off, to laugh it away, to say something sweet and pretty and manageable.

But you didn’t.

You just stood there, looking at him like that, like the weight of this decision was sinking into your bones, like it hurt, and Niragi hated it.

He hated that you weren’t fawning over him right now. He hated that you weren’t touching him, that your hands weren’t on his arm, on his face, soothing away whatever nastiness came out of his mouth. He hated that for the first time in a long fucking time, he wasn’t the center of your universe.

And most of all? He hated the way you looked at him.

Not angry. Not even upset.

Just honest.

It was fucking unbearable.

“Pft.” Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes, shifting his weight onto one foot. “You’re seriously pouting over some shitty little apartment? That place was a fucking dump.”

You tilted your head, still watching him.

You never snapped.

Not once.

You had all the reason to. You had been through hell and back, you had lost, you had bled, you had killed, and still, still you had never once raised your voice in anger. Never let the poison leak out the way it had infected the rest of them.

You could have.

You should have.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you just exhaled quietly, gaze flicking toward the empty street ahead before dropping to the cracked pavement beneath your feet.

“…It was my home.”

Niragi actually stopped walking. For half a second. For the tiniest fraction of time, he just stood there, blinking, his fingers twitching around the gun before he huffed sharply, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on.” He threw out his arms again, gesturing around wildly. “This is your home now, sweetheart. Us. We’re your home.”

The words came out too fast. Too insistent. Like he was trying to convince himself just as much as you.

You looked at him for a long moment, something soft shifting behind your eyes, something Niragi couldn’t fucking stand, something that made him want to bite, to scratch, to ruin it.

But you just smiled, small and tired, before finally stepping forward, finally pressing a hand to his chest, your touch feather-light. “I know.”

Niragi exhaled sharply through his nose, glancing away.

Whatever. You were fine. You’d get over it.

Chishiya, who had been silent this entire time, finally spoke, his voice as quiet and dry as ever. “We’re burning daylight.”

Niragi huffed again, but he turned around, walking forward, letting his fingers tap against the barrel of his gun as he walked.

You followed.

Of course you did.

But Niragi didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.

He didn’t know how to leave things alone. He was the kind of guy who had to keep pressing, keep poking, keep digging until he hit something raw. He liked getting reactions out of people, liked watching them twitch, liked knowing he was the one pulling the strings.

So of course, as you walked behind them, all quiet and weird and not you, Niragi couldn’t just let it go.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” he scoffed, knocking his elbow against yours, forcing you to look at him. “You gonna sulk the whole way there?”

You barely even reacted. Just a small blink, a tiny glance up at him, before your gaze dropped again.

Fucking hell.

Niragi rolled his eyes. “Seriously, this is pathetic. What, you need me to hold your hand or something?”

No biting retort. No exasperated sigh. No teasing little smile.

Just silence.

It was pissing him off.

Niragi clicked his tongue, reaching out to tug at the strap of your bag, yanking on it just enough to jolt you. “C’mon, babe. Don’t tell me I gotta babysit your ass all the way back—”

Then you turned your head and looked at him.

And fuck.

It hit him like a goddamn bullet to the ribs.

Your eyes—big, round, shiny. You looked at him like a kicked puppy, like someone had taken something out of you and hadn’t given it back, like you were standing in the middle of an empty fucking street, lost.

And Niragi didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

Because for the first time since meeting you, he had the distinct, horrible feeling that he had actually hurt you.

Not the usual way. Not the way he liked.

But in some way that twisted up his insides, made something uncomfortable curl in his stomach, made his fingers flex and twitch like he wanted to grab you and shake you and fix it.

And the worst part?

He didn’t know how.

“…Fuck’s sake.” he muttered, glancing away, rolling his shoulders back like it could shake off the weight pressing against his ribs. “You’re such a fucking crybaby.”

It was cruel.

It was unnecessary.

But it was safe.

Because Niragi didn’t know how to deal with softness. He didn’t know how to sit with it, how to hold it, how to fucking comfort someone without turning it into a joke.

And god, you were so soft.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t even flinch at his words. Just let out a slow, quiet exhale through your nose before dropping your gaze again, lashes brushing against your cheeks as you looked down.

That uncomfortable feeling in Niragi’s chest only grew.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t fucking care.

And yet, as you kept walking, as you kept trailing slightly behind them, so small and quiet and not yourself—Niragi felt his fingers twitch with the overwhelming, unbearable urge to grab your wrist.

To pull you closer.

To do something.

But he didn’t.

He just scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, eyes flicking up toward the sky, as if he could find an answer there.

Whatever. You’d be fine.

You always were.

~

You had been walking for a while now.

It should have felt peaceful. But it didn’t.

Because you were quiet.

And Niragi was ignoring that, pretending not to care, half-focused on searching for bullets in whatever abandoned buildings you passed.

And Chishiya—well. Chishiya noticed everything. He walked ahead for a long while, hands in his pockets, glancing back at you every so often. Your pink little bag bounced slightly with every step, but you still walked slower than them, trailing behind, eyes downcast. You hadn’t even tried to talk to them.

That wasn’t like you.

And maybe that was why, after a few more minutes, Chishiya suddenly slowed his pace.

Then he was walking next to you.

“You know,” he said. “I saw your cat.”

You blinked, glancing up at him.

It was so sudden—such a random topic, so detached from the weight hanging between you. But maybe that was why it worked.

“…Really?” your voice was quiet, hesitant. But it was something.

Chishiya nodded, gaze still ahead. “Mm. The orange one. Looked well-fed.”

Your brows furrowed a little. “How would it even get food in this city?”

“There are ways.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe it steals.”

Your lips parted, confused. Then, a small huff of laughter, a tiny curl of your mouth.

From a few steps ahead, Niragi let out a loud scoff.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” he sneered, not even looking back. “Are we seriously talking about a fucking cat right now?”

You tensed slightly at his voice. But before you could retreat back into yourself, Chishiya hummed.

“I don’t see why not.” he said. “It’s better than listening to you talk about your gun.”

You let out a real laugh at that. Short, soft, but real.

And Niragi whipped his head around, giving Chishiya a nasty glare. Chishiya just raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered.

And maybe it was that, maybe it was the ease of it, or maybe it was the way Niragi’s face twisted into irritation—but suddenly, something about it felt normal.

Like you had slipped back into something familiar, something safe.

You weren’t completely okay—not yet. But you felt lighter.

And Chishiya—he didn’t smile, didn’t change his expression. But as you kept talking, soft and genuine, he couldn’t help but feel something satisfied settle in his chest.

Because he had done that.

And he wasn’t sure why that mattered, but it did.

“God, you two are fucking boring.” Niragi turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at you and Chishiya.

You had barely said anything about his previous complaint—just a little glance in his direction before going back to your conversation with Chishiya, soft-spoken and calm.

That irritated him.

Niragi didn’t like being ignored.

So, naturally, he decided to entertain himself.

He twirled his gun in his fingers, walking backward as he looked at you both. “I mean, fuck, is this what I have to deal with now? You two whispering about cats and whatever the fuck else?”

Chishiya didn’t even blink. “You don’t have to listen.”

But Niragi just smiled. “Oh, but I want to.”

And before either of you could respond, Niragi suddenly whipped his gun up and shot at a car to the side of the street.

The sound exploded through the air.

You didn’t even flinch. Not even when Niragi screamed immediately after, the sound completely unhinged, something wild and cruel and thrilled.

“WOOOHOOO!!” he roared, dragging the word out as long as his lungs would let him, head tilting back with the force of it. Then he shot again—BANG BANG—at nothing in particular, just making noise, just because he could.

He was laughing, loud and rough, adrenaline singing through his veins as he waved the gun around.

Chishiya sighed, visibly unimpressed, but still didn’t say anything.

And you—well. You just watched him, eyes soft, curious, as if you were observing some strange new species rather than a man waving a gun in the air like a lunatic.

You had always been like that with him.

Like nothing he did could truly shake you.

Like you weren’t scared of him.

It should have pissed him off. Should have made him want to shake you, make you react, make you afraid. But instead—somehow—it just made him want to do more.

So he shot again.

And again.

Shouting, laughing, alive.

And you, still, just walked. Quiet. Unbothered. Like this was just him. Like you were used to it.

You picked up your pace. Your feet barely made a sound against the pavement, slipping between Niragi’s wild movements—ducking under the gun he swung carelessly in the air, stepping closer even as he pointed it at you, completely unbothered by the way his finger twitched over the trigger.

You had walked in silence long enough. And you weren’t meant for silence. You were not fine. You were so fine. So you spoke.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about?”

Niragi turned his head sharply, mouth open as it usually was, his gun shifting just slightly in your direction. He didn’t actually stop walking, still moving forward, but his attention was on you now.

You had it so easily. Just like that.

Chishiya watched from a few paces behind.

“I’ve been thinking,” you continued, eyes bright again. “about mini ponies.”

Niragi blinked. Then let out a short, barking laugh, almost thrown off by the unexpected words.

You smiled, as if pleased with yourself. “Not the baby ones—”

“That’s literally what you just said.” Niragi’s voice was like he was trying to find a way to ruin this for you.

“No, not baby ones.” you corrected quickly, turning to him fully now, completely unafraid of the way the barrel of his gun lazily moved with you. “Mini ponies. Like, the little tiny guys that are just small but aren’t actual babies.”

Niragi tilted his head, considering. Then shrugged. “So what?”

“So, do you think we can find them now?”

He raised a brow. “In Tokyo?”

“Well, now that animals are coming back.” you reasoned, tilting your head. “There’s been deer. Birds. I saw a dog the other day.”

“Congratulations.” Niragi said dryly.

You ignored him, already carried away in your own thoughts. “I mean, they’re out there somewhere, right? Someone probably had them as pets before, and now they could just be running around.”

Niragi smirked. “Yeah. Feral mini ponies. That’s exactly what we need.”

You gasped. “That would be adorable.”

He laughed at your enthusiasm. But you were already going on, lost in the idea, moving your hands as you spoke.

“Just imagine it.” you pressed, stepping closer, almost walking backward now to face him. “Tiny little guys, galloping around the city. Doing whatever they want. No rules.”

“You trying to be poetic?”

“I just think they’re cute.”

“They’re useless.”

“But cute.”

“Completely fucking worthless.”

“But you wouldn’t shoot one.”

Niragi paused. For a moment, it looked like he might try to argue—might grin in your face and say of course I would, might try to pull that same cruelty he always did, might test you just to see if you would still look at him like that.

But he didn’t. Instead, he let his gun drop back to his side, looking you over with something unreadable before scoffing under his breath. “Tch. You’re so fucking weird.”

You smiled, satisfied. “So no shooting mini ponies?”

“Didn’t fucking say that.”

You spun on your heel. “You think mini ponies are a dumb topic?”

“I think you’re dumb for thinking they’d survive here.” Chishiya said.

“But they could.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“They’re prey animals.”

“I could be a prey animal.”

Niragi choked on a laugh. “Oh, bullshit.”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “I mean, technically—”

“You’re the most annoying prey animal I’ve ever met.”

You grinned. “Then I’d survive, wouldn’t I?”

Niragi let out another laugh, grinning, looking like he was lost in his own little world again.

For the first time in hours, you didn’t feel so heavy. You liked talking to them. They cheered you up. Didn’t they ruin your mood first point?

BANG.

The sound cracked through the air, shattering the relative quiet of the empty streets. Birds scattered from the tops of abandoned buildings, a few loose signs rattled against rusted poles, and the echoes stretched for blocks.

And Niragi just laughed.

He swung the gun around in his hand, spinning it lazily with his fingers before firing off another round into the sky.

BANG.

“God, I fucking love this thing!”

You flinched at the volume—not from fear, just from how loud it was—but kept walking, barely reacting beyond that. You weren’t stupid. Niragi would point his gun at you, sure, would wave it in your face like a toy, but he wouldn’t shoot. Not you.

Chishiya, on the other hand, did react. Not much, just a small sigh from where he walked a few steps behind you, his hands still tucked in his pockets, but it was pointed—long suffering and unimpressed.

Niragi smirked at him. “What? You scared, doc?”

“Only of losing my hearing.” Chishiya muttered.

Niragi snorted, but he didn’t actually care about Chishiya’s complaints. No, he was more interested in himself. In you. The way you had been quiet—unnaturally, eerily quiet—since leaving, and now? Now, you were talking again. Moving again.

And he liked that.

Even Chishiya had noticed.

You weren’t sulking anymore. Instead, you had been talking—rambling, you, moving your hands as you spoke, eyes bright with some dumb topic about mini ponies and feral animals and whether or not they could be out here somewhere. It was stupid—so stupid—but it was you.

And whether they would admit it or not, they liked it better this way.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those horse girls.” Niragi poked his cheek with his tongue.

You let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over your chest. “How dare you?”

“So that’s a yes?”

“No!” You huffed. “I just like animals. And they’re cute.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Niragi waved a hand, still walking ahead. “Next you’ll be talking about how you wanna rescue all the stray dogs or some shit.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s actually such a good idea.”

“Fuck me.”

Chishiya let out the faintest huff beside you, the smallest smirk tugging at his lips. You turned to him immediately, your attention snapping over, catching onto it so fast.

“Oh, so you do find me funny.” you teased, eyes narrowing playfully.

Chishiya didn’t dignify that with an answer.

You grinned anyway. “You do!”

He hummed. “I think you say dumb things in an entertaining way.”

“That’s an insult.”

He shrugged.

Niragi snorted again, and you turned back to him.

“Okay, but seriously.” you continued. “If we found a stray dog, you wouldn’t just leave it there, right?”

“Wouldn’t be my fucking problem.”

You gave him a look. “Niragi.”

“What?” He grinned. “You want me to build a fucking animal shelter out here?”

“I mean—”

“Do I look like some charity?”

“Niragi.”

“Do I have ‘fucking saint’ tattooed on my face?”

“Niragi—”

“Do I—”

“Niragi!”

He shot you a look. A fucking sassy one at that.

You huffed again. “You wouldn’t leave a dog if it came up to you.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head. “And how the fuck do you know that?”

“Because you like things that follow you around.”

Silence.

Niragi’s fingers tightened around his gun for a fraction of a second before relaxing again. Chishiya, beside you, let his gaze flick over to the interaction, silent, but watching. Thinking.

You knew Niragi liked attention. Knew he liked being the center of things, liked knowing people wanted him, needed him, were following him—not just physically, but emotionally. He liked control, liked the pull, liked knowing that the only warmth he’d ever been given was from you.

And he liked seeing you give it to him.

Even now, as he scoffed and turned away, throwing another bullet into the sky with a BANG, you knew.

You were talking again. Social again.

And both of them noticed.

“WOOOOOOOH!”

BANG.

A bullet ricocheted off a rusted streetlight, causing a high-pitched ping! to ring through the air. Niragi swung his gun again, pointing it up, down, around, at buildings, at the sky, at nothing at all, until he finally turned and aimed it straight at Chishiya’s head.

Chishiya didn’t even blink.

“Pull it.” he said, voice flat.

Niragi’s grinned like he actually might.

“Niragi.” you called out.

He turned to you instead, gun swinging midair before finally lowering it again. “What?”

“You’re loud.”

“Yeah?” He snorted, spreading his arms out. “That’s the fucking point!”

And then he screamed again, this time straight into the sky, voice stretching for blocks, breaking through the quiet that had settled after all the gunfire.

Chishiya exhaled, suffering. “You’re going to get us killed before we even make it back.”

Niragi just laughed.

You only watched. Watched as he moved through the streets like something untamed, something feral—a creature of chaos that had never learned how to be human, had never wanted to be, at least convinced himself of that. Watched how he spun his gun in his fingers, how he knew that Chishiya wouldn’t flinch when he pointed it at him, how he knew that you’d tell him to put it down, but he still did it anyway.

Watched how Chishiya never once stopped walking, hands in his pockets, gaze flicking over you both like he was waiting for the moment this all spiraled into something he could predict. Something he could understand.

You watched them.

And they watched you.

You had been quiet. You had been sad. But they had fixed that, hadn’t they?

Or—no. That wasn’t the right word.

They had redirected it.

Pulled you from one thing into another, had moved you, placed you back into motion so you couldn’t sit and mourn. And wasn’t that what Niragi did best? Push and push and push so no one had time to think, so you were only following, so you never stopped? And wasn’t that what Chishiya did too? Let people move the way they thought they wanted, but keep them within reach, let them settle into something, let them believe—

But you weren’t stupid.

And the truth was?

You liked it.

You liked them.

You had already been following them before you even realized you were walking. Had already decided that, even though your chest ached looking back at the home you had built, it would ache more if you let them leave without you.

You didn’t want to be left behind.

And maybe—just maybe—neither did they.

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A Sign From God?

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Religious themes, noncon, fem reader, fem terms, Reader is Christian/Catholic, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk (???), church sex, desecration of religious site (???), overstimulation, size kink (???), kidnapping (???).

Monstertober/Yantober Prompts: Local Folklore/Fate

Pairings: Male Rougarou Monster x Fem Reader

You were a devoted thing. Always going to church, always studying your Bible, always paying tithes. As a child you always when to church camp and as an adult you became baptized. The older you were however, the more the church seemed to call you in more and more, demanding to give more of yourself to God Almighty.

You found yourself wondering if you should become a nun. And that's how you ended up in your local church in the dead of night, on your knees and praying to God.

"Please God. I feel torn. I want love. I want a husband. But I also feel called to the nunnery. Please Father, I don't know what to do. Please. Give me a sign." You prayed, bowed over the stairs that led up to the podium. It wasn't long before you heard a growl.

Your breath caught in your throat at the noise as the animalistic growl ripped through the cathedral. Your body stiffened and you felt your blood run cold as the predatory noise made you very much aware that you were not alone in the church.

"You wish a sign from God?" A voice came, the sound of it low and gravelly, his Cajun accent thick. "I'll be your sign." You felt a figure loom over your body as you trembled in fear. You felt a large clawed hand grasp your skull with ease and force it down to the ground as he licked his jaws.

"Such a pretty little thing." His voice came, wolf jaws sniffing over your body, tongue sneaking under your tongue to lap at the skin of your thighs. You shudder and tremble in fear, but despite what you wanted, your body responded differently. You felt heat pool in your core, tears welling in your eyes as you body called to the sin despite your heart trying so hard to cast your cares on God.

"I can smell your fear, little girl. You afraid of the big bad wolf, cher?" He taunts and he presses his snout up your skirt and To your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over you and adding to the heat of your core before he lets out a raspy laugh. "Maybe it's less fear than it is... arousal. Maybe you're afraid I'll devour you whole... but maybe that's also what you want."

You let out a whine of protest, tears starting to spill from your eyes as he lapped closer to your cunt before his spare hand tore your panties away, claws shredding the fabric and flipping your modest skirt up to expose your cunt to the cold air of the cathedral.

You yelped and tried to close your legs but his hand kept you firmly spread out for him, a low predatory growl leaving his maw and making you freeze in fear once more again before his long canine long lapped at your slick cunt, making you whine out. Whether it was in protest or pleasure, you weren't completely sure.

He continues to lap at your cunt, licking at your clit and lipping it inside you, trying to drink more of your sweet nectar as you whine and keen on the stairs. He seems almost feral, not being able to get enough of your sweet cunt as he eats you out like a man starved. You gasp as you start to feel a knot form in your gut, your orgasm cresting within you. The beast seems to notice you too, giving an almost puppy like whine as he presses his tongue onto you harder, working harder to get you to orgasm on his tongue.

You try hard not to, to stave off your orgasm, to not give this sinful beast what he wants but its all in vain as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. You cry out as you cum, you nerves kind of feeling as if you bit into a star as the beast laps greedily at the sweet honey you released.

"So fucking good." He rumbled and you give a small strangled noise as he continues to lap again. "Again." He growls out, lapping at your cunt once more, trying to get you to cum once more on his tongue once more, loving the way your pussy juices tasted.

You moan out with overstimulation, tears streaming down your face as he works your sensitive cunt with with lycan tongue. You sob and moan as he laps at you greedily, working you to another orgasm.

It doesn't take long for that familiar knot to return. You let out a strangled noise as he presses harder to drive you over the edge once more, desperate to taste your sweet cum once more.

You cry out, sobbing as you're forced to cum once more. Your vision blurs and your ears are ringing from the intensity of your orgasm. Your whole body trembles as you're kept in the position, the man lapping happily at your cunt like he was a puppy who just got his favorite treat.

Eventually you feel his tongue retreat and you give sigh of relief as your poor cunt is given a moment of rest. But large clawed hands splay themselves over your hips and sides and you feel him shift. Your blood runs cold.

You feel his cock nudge at your entrance but before you can protest he thrusts forward, spearing you on his cock and stuffing you full as he shoves his large throbbing cock into your sopping wet cunt. You cry out, giving a strangled moan as he stuffs you full and stretches you out. It feels so good and you feel so guilty. Like you've sinned.

He growls and snarls as he starts to piston in and out of you, wasting no time with setting a brutal pace in you. It took you a bit to shove through the pleasure and hear his muttering. "You asked for a sign from God. I am your sign from God. You are mine now, little gir. My mate. My everything. We are bound together. Bound by fate. My beautiful fated mate. God has chosen you to be my wife."

You can't believe what your hearing. You would have retorted, told him he was wrong, crazy even. But the way his cock was fucking you on the floor of the cathedral kept you from speaking anything legible. Only slutty moans and keening whines left your throat as he drills into that wonderful spongy spot deep within your velvet walls.

You start to panic when you feel his hips stuttering but shows no sign of pulling out. You weakly squirm but he keeps you firmly in place, one of his hands dropping to rub you already abused pearl once more. You cry out once more, loud noises being ripped from your throat as he tries to drive you over the edge once more, this time with him.

You scream as you cum once more, shuddering as the man lets out a vicious snarl and shoves his cock as deep as he can, pumping a large load of cum into you. You both pant heavily as the two of you attempt to climb down of your orgasms. Eventually he pulls out, cum spilling from your pussy and onto the cathedral's floor.

You collapse onto the floor, whining softly as everything hurts. Moments later, the large beast scoops you up but your vision is too blurry to really make out much. But you do hear him. He's returned to his rambling. His deranged muttering about how you're his fated mate. Fate brought you together. God led him to you to take you.

Finally he's no longer alone.

Ik, ik. It's late. Shoot me.

This one was actually kind of special to me bc I'm Cajun and I don't see a lot of representation when it comes to my culture so it was nice to share a piece of my culture with all of you guys!

Taglist: @ozzgin

[dee-writes-anime]

Falling In Love With Megumi Fushiguro

FEATURING Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

SUMMARY Some Megumi x reader headcanons requested by the lovely @plasmasimagination

CONTENT WARNINGS mentions of sex, CHARACTER IS AGED UP, not edited (like at all), good luck!

AUTHORS NOTE please remember that these are my own headcannons, you do not have to agree with them in any way, shape, or form, but you do have control over your response. Friendly debates and constructive criticism is welcome, hate and rude comments are not, thank you and enjoy! <3

Our little gumi (>.<) is more of a reserved, quiet character, and I feel like this would transfer into a romantic relationship as well.

It would take him a long time to trust you, and we all know he has HELLA abandonment issues, so you better be prepared to reassure your broody monster.

Megumi is definitely the type of boyfriend who shows his love for you in subtle ways, like lingering glances or small gestures. And the two of you definitely have a whole other language on lock through hand squeezes and weighted looks.

He is the kind of guy to lean more toward acts of service for his love language, like making sure you got home safe or remembering your favorite things without asking.

And I also think he would lean more toward a homebody S/O, he is just a little guy who wants to come home after a long day, cuddle up on the couch, and read a book in silence while simply enjoying the space together.

Megumi Fushiguro has TRUST ISSUES, he went into a relationship with you having one foot out the door already. What did him in was your fierce protectiveness over him.

He had never been more in love than when you got in Gojo's face and chastised the older man for invading his space while he was trying to breathe through a panic attack.

Because he has trust issues, it's really hard for you to get any information out of him at first, that man is a brick fucking wall when he wants to be.

and even when he does let down his guard, he might not be the most eloquent in expressing his feelings. He tends to bottle up his emotions but appreciates how patient and understanding you are with him.

Though he’s generally calm, Megumi can feel a bit jealous when someone gets too close to you, though he tries to hide it. His jealousy isn’t loud or aggressive but more of a quiet sulk until you reassure him.

REPEAT AFTER ME, HE IS A POUTER!!!

Like, this man will sit down with a HUFF, lips jutted out and arms crossed tightly over his chest like a toddler being told no.

He only stops when you sit in his lap and drown his face in kisses :)

He’s not one to give verbal compliments often, but when he does, they carry a lot of weight. A simple, “You did great,” means everything coming from him.

Rather than grand romantic gestures, Megumi shows his love through practical means—like ensuring you eat properly, bringing you water during long study sessions, or patching up any wounds you might have from training.

I know there are people who believe he would act inconvenienced (much like his father) at the opportunity to take care of another person, but I believe that it helps Megumi feel more secure in your relationship. He's someone who needs to feel needed, who enjoys having a purpose, and if taking care of you is that purpose, you won't catch a single complaint about it from him.

Although he’s serious most of the time, there are rare moments where Megumi shows a more playful side, especially when he’s comfortable around you. He might tease you lightly, smirk when you’re being sassy, or ruffle your hair just to see your reaction.

He especially loves when he's playing video games with Yuuji and you overhear his friend make a snarky comment about something you did in training and the two of you start going at it over the mic like a couple of siblings.

Megumi loves that your close with his friends.

Once he’s committed, Megumi is deeply loyal. He’s not the type to leave your side easily, and you can rely on him no matter what. Even when things get difficult, he’ll stick with you, quietly supporting you through thick and thin.

Despite his cool exterior, Megumi can be a bit shy in bed, especially in the early stages of your relationship. Compliments or bold expressions of affection might fluster him, though he tries to hide it.

He also isn’t loud or vocal, but his breathing and the way he touches you speak volumes. He may let out soft sighs or low groans, but it’s the intensity in his eyes and the way his body moves with yours that communicates his desire.

Ass guy? Nah, he's an eye guy FOR SURE

During intimate moments, Megumi’s gaze rarely leaves you. He locks eyes with you as if grounding himself in the connection you share. That eye contact is intense (I'm talking the weight of a thousand suns) but comforting, as if he’s saying everything he struggles to voice.

[strangererotica]

Cooper Adams headcanons (nsfw!! 18+!!)

…has his hand on your throat when he’s fucking you…not enough to cause any discomfort but enough to remind you that HE is in control…

…and speaking of control, Cooper’s absolutely got a kink for allowing you to come ONLY when HE says you can…

…big dom energy, ofc…

…bites during sex…eats you out from behind, positioned between your legs, leaving bite marks along the curve of your ass and thighs…

…BONDAGE BONDAGE BONDAGE…seeing you tied up and helpless under him gives Cooper that same sense of calm he feels when one of his victims is at his mercy, along with the added pleasure of sex…plus, the only cleanup he has to worry about afterwards is wiping his dick clean after fucking you…it’s the best of both worlds for Cooper…

…he has a better understanding of human anatomy than most because-well-yeah, Cooper is ‘The Butcher’, after all…and he expresses that extra knowledge in the way he studies your body, the shape of you, running his hands along your curves and feeling the way little goosebumps raise under his touch…

…would not object (would probably encourage) you to refer to him as ‘Master,’ or ‘Sir,’ during sex, or all the time if your relationship has a free use dynamic…

…takes you to one of his safe houses and fucks you…keeps an old blanket stashed in his trunk just for that reason, so at least he isn’t fucking you raw on a cold floor (he’s a gentleman like that…)

…enjoys using his hands to get you off…the same hands that can commit brutal acts against others are used in the most tender ways with you…delicate strokes, deliberately slow as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge, without helping you over till he shows mercy and allows you to come…

…lets you ride his face to get off…wants to be able to smell you in his stubble hours after sex has ended…

…he prefers the security of fucking you in his safe houses over a hotel (receipts, receipts) because it’s less likely his wife will learn of his infidelity (gotta keep those two lives separate, amiright…?)

…knife play…dragging the tip along your skin, his hand pressed flat to your chest…his lips twitching into a grin when he feels your heart rate kick up against his palm…knowing that with every slow, delicate pull of his blade across your flesh, he’s testing your trust in him…because at the end of the day, all Cooper really wants is for someone to see him as something more than a monster…and that someone, is you.

tagging some folks who are thirsting for murder daddy as hard as I am… 💋♥️ @babygorewhore @amethystblackkchaos @cowboynickmiller @xxbimbobunnyxx

[ghostofdiamonds]

alright having watched the first half of dungeon meshi here are my impressions of the main cast + a couple other funky little guys.

overall: they literally seem like an actual dnd party from a campaign. my headcanon is that when falin died, the dm asked her player if they wanted to make a new character and the player created senshi.

laios: himbo. BIG himbo. I love him. I know he was concerned for his sister but it sometimes felt like he was more excited about eating monsters than saving his sister. I don't even think Falin would blame him she seemed pretty excited too when she found out they were eating monsters. also not to diagnose people with autism but like. if he's not autistic I have no idea what he is.

marcille: I love this girl. she's gay as fuck and I love her. she was least open to eating monsters but by the time they reach Falin she's acclimated to it. she does magic by the book yet she specializes in forbidden magic. her main combat spell is blowing things up. she's an icon.

chilchuck: this is a man who knows what he's about. middle aged man in a union who got paid upfront. you think marcille is the normal one but I'm pretty sure it's actually chilchuck. AND YET he grew to care about the party and will go back down to the dungeon with them.

senshi: SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A COOKING SHOW STAT. imagine that you study a super niche thing for years and one day you're minding your own business and you hear someone say "aw man we're all out of options guess we've gotta do *very niche thing you specialize in*. That was Senshi. he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment. I just KNOW he was having the time of his fucking life down in the dungeon with them. he's living his best life with people who appreciate his cooking and I love that for him.

falin: absolute sweetheart. deserves better in every way. can the universe give this girl a fucking BREAK and also a girlfriend (*cough cough marcille*). she seems normal at first glance but I feel like she's just as crazy as her brother.

kabru: MY BOY. loved his design ever since I saw him in the opening. he and his party are so bad at staying alive oh my god. I can't wait to see more of him.

namari: okay I didn't like her for abandoning Falin but I get it money is tight. if nothing else I respect her for apparently (according to my friend) being bisexual and crushing on the twins she works with.

[fanfiction4sooya]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing sooo much! can i request a choerry smut? no specific requests, do what you like!

Sorry for taking so long and thank you for the request, love! 💖And Well, this idea of stalker sister in law Choerry is in my mind for ages now so I decided to write it down.

cw: stalking, illegal filming, choerry is way too mean, cursing, size kink, monster strap (10 inch), fingering, packing, implied hunter & prey dynamics, dubcon, cheating, hard tit play, reader loves pain, lots of hard biting, spitting, marking, spanking, scratching, etc. Not really proofread so if you see any mistakes... no you didn't.

Men and minors dni

It started lightly, her eyes scanning you a lot more than they should, her hand going to your hips every time she passed by you, her always following you with her eyes whenever you had someone else over, etc.

The thing is: Choerry is gorgeous, undeniably so. Her face and body are heaven made and that sly little smirk of her gets you all flustered anytime it's directed towards you. She always seemed to know something you didn't, but you really didn't know why.

So of course you felt guilt creeping up on you every time she did anything of provocative nature. You loved your brother and you wanted him happy and even though she was a menace, she did all that for him and you couldn't break the idea of a happy family from him like that, so you just remained silent and the farthest from her possible.

So much that he really thought you hated his wife so he'd always bug you about it.

"Come on, you two and mom are the most important people in my life" He leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed under his chest. "Would you consider being nicer to her?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean to her" You rolled your eyes at him.

"You are not being nice to her as well" He said, frustration evident on his voice. "She is trying, come on. Stop being so distant, give her a chance" He huffed and you sighed, scratching your forehead with your eyes closed. You knew he wouldn't budge. "we'll go to our anual family trip and this time promise me you'll be nice to her" He pleaded. He really loved her.

Oh you were such a bitch.

"Will you stop annoying me with that matter?" You said, looking up from your computer and he nodded.

"I swear to god I will!" He said, knowing you'd break any time soon.

"Okay, okay..." You said. "I'll be nice to her, I promise" He smiled pulling you up in a bear hug.

"Thanks sis, you are the best" He ran out of your room all smiley.

You took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with much needed oxygen.

"Nothing is going to happen, relax" You sat on your bed, trying to take your mind off of any possible dirty thought.

For your surprise, you wouldn't be attending the trip due to a important presentation that you needed to get ready for, much for your brother's disappointement (and your relief).

You didn't need the temptation of having Choerry provoking you with her little lewd acts, making you dream of her between your legs and all the other fucked up stuff one could possibly think of. You were away from her. You were safe.

The weekend came by quickly and without much fuss your family left, leaving you all alone for the next five days. You studied, ate a little and overall just rehearsed over and over until you couldn't anymore.

Looking at the time, it was already 7pm and you realized nothing more would enter your brain so you decided to just taker a shower and relax eating a pizza.

You put your order up, going straight to the shower.

The warm water hit your back, relaxing your tense muscles and creating a cozy enviroment for you to close your eyes for a moment and allowing you to finally think of the problem you avoided by not going on the family trip. She would be there to tempt you, to taunt you and haunt your dreams like a predator haunting it's prey.

She knew how much she affects you, you were sure of it; and still, she basked on the feeling of being rejected by you, on the way you avoid her gaze but goes completely silent whenever she touches your waist or say anything right by your ear...

Uncounsciously your hand slipped down between your legs, making you tremble when it touched your sensitive clit.

"Fuck" You muttered, feeling the slick between your folds. You circled your clit with your middle finger, eyes still closed in concentration thinking of her, torn between shame and arousal.

You moaned louder than the first few whimpers, realizing you could be loud all you wanted because you were by yourself; your free hand grabbed one of your boobs with brute force as an attempt to make yourself cum soon, since you had a pizza to get downstairs and you were so needy you needed to get off quickly.

Your hips jolted a bit, feeling your orgasm built in your belly; a string of moans and curses leaving your hips as you frantically circled your clit, squeezing your whole boob with your hand. You came hard, losing all strenght you had on your legs and sliding to the floor, pulsing and aching for more, almost crying in frustration. Jerking off wasn't enough anymore. You needed someone.

You needed her.

After a few minutes you went out of the shower, wrapping a towel over your body and one on your hair, humming something on the way to your room.

The scream you let out was loud, terrifying.

In your bed was her, sprawled out like a magazine cover, mindleslly scrolling through your phone on her side, wearing a plaid skirt and a tank top that barely covered her chest.

"W-what are you doing here?" You said . Not that you prefered her exactly, but she wasn't supposed to be in town and it was better her than a thief or a stalker inside your house.

"Oh, hello" She said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "Your brother didn't tell you, right?" She devilishly smiled, getting up. Her eyes scanned you up and down as she walked towards you, making you clutch your towel. "He planned for me to stay with you this weekend since you wouldn't attend the family trip" She put her hands behind her body, leaning closer to you. "He even called it a girl's weekend"

You were sure she could read your mind, but still you tried to reject her.

"I don't want you here" You said, gulping when her eyes got serious and that dangerous smile didn't leave her lips.

"Your brother told me you would be nice" She said between her teeth, her face getting closer to yours.

"I said that so he'd leave me alone" You said with your chin up, defying her, rejecting her so she'd leave. She smiled wider.

"Good" Choerry bit her lip, straightening her back. "I don't like nice girls" She said, turning around. "I'll wait for you downstairs so we can watch a movie"

"We are not-" You tried telling her but she was already gone. Huffing, you closed your eyes as you felt the wetness between your legs.

After cleaning yourself, you dressed your light purple pajamas you were planning on before your little visit decided to show up, not minding in putting underwear or a bra at all; If she was going to be there anyway, you'd rather be comfortable. It was your house and not hers.

Going downstairs you saw her sitting on the couch, already deciding on what you two were going to watch. She turned to you, and you swore to yourself you saw her eyes darkening as they roamed around your body, stopping on your tits.

"Stop staring at me" You said, sitting on the other side of the couch and she raised her eyebrows.

"Why?" She simply asked in an amused tone.

"You make me uncomfortable" Grabbing a pillow to hug closer to your chest, you tucked your legs under your body as to hide from her predatory gaze.

She didn't say a thing, choosing the movie without asking you anything at all. She chose The Handmaiden and you didn't complain, you were dying to watch that movie and well, you didn't know she chose it for a very specific reason...

🌸🌸.

The air felt dense when that part of the movie came up, catching you by surprise. You didn't move and were barely breathing, scared she could feel how aroused you were. Contrary to what you've thought, she couldn't read your mind but your body language; your shallow breaths and the way your hand clung to the pillow while you squeezed your legs so so lightly it was almost impossible to get anything from that stimulation alone.

In the movie the two protagonists were panting, moaning, screaming and-

The doorbell.

You quickly got up, running for your life like a deer on a dark road. It was the pizza guy. You got so caught up in avoiding your brother's wife you didn't even remember you had orderd pizza almost an hour ago.

"Hi, I'm sorry for making you wait for so long" He said, apologetic. "My bike broke down in a place with really bad phone service" He scratched his head with his free hand.

"Oh, no problem at all" You smiled at him, feeling bad. "It happens" You shrugged.

"Here, take it" He said. "It's on the house" Blinking at you, he got a bit closer to give you the pizza. His eyes quickly scanned the cotton pajamas that clunged to your body, almost too revealing.

"What?" You grabbed the box. "No, let me pay you-"

You were about to say as Choerry appeared right behind you, her body felt bigger as she leaned on the door frame.

"Take your money and leave" She threw cash at him with one hand, pulling you into her with the other, a yelp leaving your lips. "She is not interested" The guy frowned.

"My bad, I didn't know she was taken" He raised his hands and she scoffed.

"But she is, now fuck off" She closed the door on his face after pulling you out of the way. Your knees buckled with the feeling of her possessiveness over you, with her warm hand around your waist and her heavy breath on your ear.

"I'm not taken and get away from me" You sounded so unsure she scoffed.

"Why?" Her nails sunk on your tummy over your pajama top and you shivered. "Are you afraid you might do something you'll regret later?" She whispered, her breath fanning over your neck and you rolled your eyes as arousal hit you like a bullet.

You pulled yourself from her, going to the kitchen to put the pizza there and to get away from that vile creature. Choerry smiled, the thrill of chasing you getting her so wet she could feel her panties dampening.

The raven haired woman followed you to the kitchen; her steps precise, stopping right behind your body and pressing you against the counter. You felt something hard poking your ass, making you panic a little.

"What-" You started saying but you felt her firm hands grab your breasts as if they were made of plastic. Rough, needy and raw. "You are hurting me" You whimpered but you both knew it wasn't a whimper of pain. Far from that, to be precise.

"I know you like it when it hurts" She panted, biting on your neck with force as well and you trembled, a full moan slipping off of your pretty lips. "I've seen it over and over" Her hips kept a grinding motion over your ass, gropping and biting you all over.

"Please, stop..." Your lips said, but your mind kept screaming that you needed her. "My brother..."

"Your brother won't ever know I fuck his littler sister because she is a little pain slut who can't seem to get off properly by herself" She said in a mischievous tone, sucking dark spots on your neck while moaning on your ear. "You sounded so good today in the shower, fuck" She sucked a dark spot on your neck, almost growling onto your ear. "I am going to watch it again when I'm by myself"

You froze.

How did she know about the shower? Watch it again? Did she record you?

Pushing her away, you tried to run but your wobbly legs wouldn't let you go far and you fell face first on the living room's carpet.

"Yes, little one" She pulled you by the hair with so much force it lifted your face from the carpet. "Run from me as much as you possibily can" She gropped a fistfull of your ass and you moaned, tears pooling on your eyes. She turned your body around, locking your wrists above your head and straddling your waist.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked but she forcibly kissed you, biting your lower lip and making you whimper loudly. "God, f-fuck" It was all you managed to say when she kissed down your neck.

"I am doing this because it is what you want me to do" She held your cheeks between her fingers as you panted, trying to close your legs so she wouldn't find the wet spot in your shorts. "This cat and mouse game trying to keep me away only made me want you more and you know it"

She kissed you again, a hand squeezing down your neck and the other going down inside your shorts as your eyes rolled far back. She hissed when fingers found your folds covered in slick, and you moaned, squeezing her muscular arm as two fingers invaded you in one go.

"You don't want me touching you here, right?" She asked and you shook your head no, eyes closing in pleasure due to her fingers curling inside you and her other hand chocking you. "Lying whore" The hand that previously squeezed your neck slapped your breast so hard you almost came, your pussy clenching on her fingers.

She took her fingers off of you, both hands pulling the straps of your top so roughly they broke. She smiled.

"I always knew your breasts were sensitive, little mouse" She gropped them, pulling your nipples with blunt force. You screamed. That was too much, too much... and you wanted her to keep going, mind hazy with lustful thoughts, your poor brother long forgotten. "I like to watch you when you touch yourself because you always squeeze them to try getting off but it's too little for you, huh?"

"Please Choerry, please" Tears slid beautifully from your eyes as she slapped your bare breasts, each smack harder. Your skin was on fire and you were loving every single second of it.

She did it about 4 times each and you didn't even realize you were cumming all over your light purple shorts, the material getting dark all over the surface your arousal could reach.

You were trembling, shaking, crying, all at the same time. Your neck all marked up in darkening spots, tits burning and pulsing, pussy clenching around nothing... you were a mess. And she was yet to fuck you.

Pulling you up as if you were nothing but a rag doll she lifted your ass up, forcing your face down. You tried to run again, and she scoffed, pulling you by the hair.

"Now that you know I like chasing you, you'll keep doing it right?" She pulled your shorts down, letting go of your hair to pull your ripped top over your head too, leaving you completely naked and ready for her to take. "Look" She made you kneel by her side as she did the same, lifiting her skirt up to show you the big strap she was packing.

"It's too big" You pulsed when her eyes glimmered.

"You'll make it fit" She grabbed you by the hair. "Now suck" She pulled your face down roughly, your lips finding the tip of that grotescally huge thing.

It was at least 10 inches and girthy, so much that your cheeks were puffed as you tried pushing your face lower. Choerry held you by the hair, not moving her hips, but her eyes were on your pretty lips wrapped around her cock, drooling on her lap and thighs, making a mess.

"Fucking slut..." She growled when you gagged, not able to put it all in your mouth. "I've been wanting to do this for so long" She pushed your head further down and you gagged again, your pussy dripping on the carpet. She pulled you off of the faux cock, immediately kissing your plump lips as you tried your best to breathe.

"You are going to take me so well" Her kisses descended from your lips to your chest area that were covered in your drool, as you tangled your hands on her locks. Licking your nipples she let out a moan of satisfaction when her eyes found the dark spots on your neck.

It seemed like she knew you with the back of her hand as you felt her teeth envelope your nipple, biting and tugging with precise force to make you cry out.

"Oh my god, oh m-" You whinced when she did the same with the other, slapping the one she just bit.

"Fuck baby" She turned you around, pushing your head down again. "Will you let me do as I please?" She said on your ear, her fingers grabbing the skin of your ribs and tugging at it to bring you pain and mark you on the process.

"No" You said and she slapped there, making you yelp.

"I will use you anyway, you slut" She said, spitting on the fake thing. You shook your head no but she was already positioned behind you, sweat dripping from her face. "Look at this little whore hole" She plucked two fingers inside of your pussy, panting in anticipation, smearing your wetness all over her fake shaft.

It was so girthy it was hard to wrap her fingers around it and she smiled. Oh you were going to take her so well.

"Your pussy is so little, fuck..." She tapped your slit with it and you moaned, grabbing the carpet under you as to try bracing yourself.

But well, nothing could have prepared you for the amount of pressure and pain a 10 inch dildo could bring. She was only halfway in but it was already too much.

"Please, it hurts" You rolled your eyes far back in your skull and she smiled.

"Do you like it?" Choerry said, slapping your ass with bruising force.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to push her away and run far from her. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You loved it. The feeling of being used, your little holes being filled with something so big and heavy... it all made you tremble with desire.

"Y-yes" You cried out when she pushed one more inch inside, almost all in. "please, use me" You said, biting the back of your hand, drooling all over it as tears escaped from your eyes.

"Oh, my little pain slut" She pulled you up by the hair, sliding the rest of the dildo inside of you. The moan you released was gutural, deep. It was almost splitting you in half but if she told you to take a few more inches you would. For her you would.

You felt pride cursing through your veins like a snake's venom. You could take it, all of it.

Oh you were so aroused.

Choerry bit your shoulder, tugging at one of your nipples as her other hand held your hips very firmly, nails digging deep in your flesh. She moved her hips and you immediately started shaking, feeling the tip hit so deep you were sure it would be hard to sit and to stand as well the other day.

Her hips took off, her hand tangled in your hair near the scalp almost making your whole body bend backwards as she kept biting and licking your back and neck.

"I bought this especially for you" She grunted due to the force of her thrusts, her eyes also rolling back due to the pleasure of fucking you coursing through her veins. "I watch you every single night, do you know that?"

You were listening but you couldn't process anything correctly. Your brain focusing only on the pain and pleasure of being used, on her hand going to your lower tummy to press there and make you cry out even harder.

"I saw you push almost your whole hand inside of this needy pussy of yours and you gave me the idea of buying this huge thing" She slapped your ass, holding both sides of your hips hard enough to break the skin. You babbled, eyes rolling back as your upper body fell down on the carpet, your body shaking. "You fucking whore, you love the ideia of big things inside you, huh?"

She turned you around, not taking the big cock off of you. Your eyes were red and puffy and you looked beautifully fucked out already.

She forced your mouth open, spitting inside to then slap your cheek. Your boobs kept bouncing with each hard thrust and Choerry gave you a wicked smile, grabbing them with might.

"You are creaming, god" She said between moans. "You'll be mine from now on" Lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, she kept pulling you down to impale you in the 10 inch dildo, holding her own orgasm so she could release at the same time as you.

"Choerry, please" You cried out. "F-feels too good, fuck" You thought you were about to lose counsciousness, feeling your body go limp as your eyes were almost shut, but she didn't stop there.

Choerry gropped and tugged harder on your nipples, fully pulling you back to earth. You screamed for her to not stop, pleading for her touch that hurt and burned and yet you wanted more.

"Cum for me" She spat, fake cock deep inside of you and so you did as your whole body tensed up, shaking as your muscles battled against each other.

Her orgasm hit her hard as well, wetting the leather harness and making her whole body shake as she pulled you closer to her embrace to lick and bite you. She closed her eyes for a moment to appreciate that. Her number one obsession was right there in her arms, passed out due to how good she made her feel, a panting wreck.

She let go of you, pulling the dildo out of your slit to slip off the harness. You could barely keep your eyes open but you saw her lean back to pull her damp panties aside, fingers pressing against her slit until she pushed past the entrance, slightly hissing. Gathering her juices on her fingers she pulled them out, bringing them to your lips.

"Suck" She said and you, entranced by that absolutly insane woman, did exactly as she told you. Eagerly sucking on her fingers, eyes hazy and body still twithcing from the force of your orgasm.

She pulled her fingers from your mouth to replace them with her tongue, humming in appreciation at her own taste.

"You are mine, do you understand?" She whispered, lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes in shame and she held you by the neck, squeezing it. "Tell me you are mine, or else I don't know what I might do to you" She bit your neck and your pussy clenched, eyes rolling far back.

"I am yours" You hushed against her lips, a lonely tear escaping your right eye.

"Yes you are" She tapped your face with her fingers, getting up to watch your pussy as it leaked and clenched, still stretched out because of the huge dildo she shoved inside of you.

You saw her eyes darken, her raven hair falling in beautiful cascades around her perky tits.

"If you liked this monster cock I'm sure you'll love my fist all up in your pussy, pretty slut" She bit her lip and you eagerly nodded. "Oh you are so perfect for me..." She said, before shoving three fingers inside you to prepare your slit for her fist.

[thetxtdevil]

this is just a little weird idea but what are we thinking about monster high…….. 😭😭😭oot your fic was actually fucking amazing i started foaming on the mouth i LOOOVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BLUEBERRY BOY KAI. THANK YOU FOR YOUR FOOD… I FEASTED HARD…

AAAAAAAHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR EATING!!! And omg my 2 favorite things?!? monster high and strawberry shortcake

Ok so I had this discussion with @beomiracles before and I'm took notes from her

NSFW/MDNI mostly suggestive

Yeonjun - Cleo

Ugh they're both glamorous, fashion forward, they look and act like they're better than you but in reality they're goons.

I can just imagine Yeonjun with his gbgb hair with those highlights, lots of gold jewelry, and lets talk about him being wrapped in cloth. Treat him like royalty because he is, feed him grapes until he sucks your fingers. Unravel him from his cloth and reveal the real gold bar iykwim. AND have him restrain your hands with his wrapped cloth as you lie in his fancy padded coffin.

Soobin - Draculaura

Both are just little sweet, caring beings, yet they both hide their more serious scary nature.

Every time you leave the school into the thick woods a hand grabs your wrist, Soobin begging you to not go in the sunlight and just stay in the dark with him. Soobin pouts when he can't see his reflection, you remind him of his beautiful, dimples, plush lips, round nose, and all. Future Vampire King he likes to test his powers, making your brain fuzzy by hypnotizing you, reading your dirty thoughts, and although he never drinks anyone's blood he will drink yours.

Beomgyu - Clawdeen

I've said it once and I'll say it until I die, BEOMGYU AND HIS WOLFCUT IS 😤👹😛 plus Clawdeen is a fashionista while Beomgyu has been a beauty star lately.

Beomeen and his wolfish tendencies,,, playing/running around, you can never get him to settle. His long hair always getting into a mess and OMG does he love it when you fix the strands, turns into a little puppy begging for pets. Then,,, he goes into heat, the full moon is as bright as ever and he’s growling, howling, and so hot to touch. The scariest yet sexiest version of Beomeen.

Taehyun - Frankie

They both love to learn new things and have the biggest eyes

Ok ok ok the sparks you two share. Tyunie Stein always accidentally jolts you with his electricity. He wants to touch you, cuddle, hug you but he has to relax and prepare himself before doing so. Tae would also adore your body as he has multiple stitched up body parts, he likes to study your parts. imagine him switching dick sizes…

Kai - Lagoona

I always associate Kai with anything water and sea so it makes sense 💁‍♀️

Platinum blonde Kai yesss WOOF imagine LagoonKai swimming and lifting himself out of the swimming pool and his torso is all wet and muscular 🤤 He teaches you how to swim and is so playful, splashing water, holding you in the water, and you’re holding to his finned arm so tight especially when having sex in the water…

A nuisance,

TxT Devil

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[queenie-ofthe-void]

WIP Weekend WIP Snip Share!

Didn't have time to do any WIP games this weekend, but here's a bit I've written for my Steddie (-Jonathan) fic. Because I thought, "huh, you know what this steddie angst fic needs? A Stobin fight."

Enjoy (or... you know)

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Context: As Robin finally convinced Steve to tell Eddie how he feels, they're shocked when they go back to the party and find Jonathan and Eddie making out on the couch.

“Everyone’s gone home,” Robin consoles, tone grating against his skin. He doesn’t need her pity, or anyone else’s. Besides, Steve wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for her. Meddling in his love life has never worked out for Steve in the past, and he doesn’t understand why he convinced himself it would be different this time just because it was Robin.

Because why would anyone, let alone someone like Eddie, be interested in dating Steve Harrington, King of Assholes and Jocks. Compared to someone like Jonathan, someone who is so clearly a better match for Eddie, Steve brings nothing to the table.

He laments himself for believing anything she ever said about how Eddie apparently looks at him when his head’s turned, or how he always goes out of his way to make Steve laugh. None of it was real. It was all just lies. Bullshit.

“Then why are you still here?” It’s colder than he meant. Steve can already feel the crown sliding back into place. It’s sickening how much he misses it, an old, awful comfort he worked so hard to shed. And yet, it feels so fucking good to wear it again. 

If only it wasn’t Robin.

Heavy silence weighs against him. It’s not the response he expected. People always have a reaction when they meet King Steve– whether it’s disdain from the kids he tormented, pride from his asshole friends, or disappointment from people like Nancy. 

Steve still hasn’t turned around, his back to the door Robin had come through to find him. The inability to read her eats at his nerves. He denies the sharp urge to look at her– to consume and study every twitch of her mouth, every crinkle of her eyes– to know what she’s thinking right now. But that would mean giving her the same opportunity which is something Steve can absolutely not allow her.

The crown is a cold comfort if yet still a bit ill fitting. It’s been too long since Steve’s had to wield it as a sword and shield to fend off the people closest to him. He’s forgotten how. It wobbles on his head no matter how hard he clings to it. The heat of shame still stings behind his eyes. Steve hates it. So he clings to the anger, if he can’t cling to anything else.

He’s ripped from his seething by a firm hand on his shoulder. Robin’s next to him now, appearing almost out of nowhere. Steve wonders how long the silence lingered, if she said anything to him as he was stuck in the swirl of ruminating thoughts.

“Steve, look at me.”

Brushing her hand off his shoulder, Steve storms across the kitchen. She can’t look at him, she can’t see him. He can’t talk to her with all the shit clogging his throat. It’s all bubbling up inside him, the way it always does, thoughts and feelings he can’t name or pin down long enough to examine, not that he’d ever want to in the first place. Robin needs to leave before it bursts from him like a monster crawling through a hole in the ceiling, ready to hurt anyone in its path. Like a stupid, bigoted boy willing to throw a punch in an alleyway.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Oh! I dont usually see Grim dislike/hate. Can I ask why you don't like him? I think there's def room for improvement for him, but I cant find it in me to truely hate him since he reminds me of a character I really like. (Puppycat from Bee and Puppycat)

He's just such wasted potential.

Look I'm into flawed characters, but I don't like stagnant asshole characters that are in the majority of a media. Grim has barely improved since the start of the game.

He's rude, obnoxious, continues to actively cause you problems and throws you under the bus quite often (I mean look at the most recent Crewels SSR card– he tries to blame you for his mistakes and yet still gets you in trouble).

In every event he's the same. Be annoying, make a few dumb/rude remarks abt the culture, "I'm hungrryyy". I think in one event I've counted him talking abt food abt 35 times? Like I don't mind the trope of "monster creature loves food" but that's all he is and doesn't have half the endearing traits. He never shuts up about himself. He's so boring/generic. How is Morgana better than him

He still seldom shows affection for you. Like you barely get to semi bond when talking about his past. This was the only main scene we had to get attached to him before book 6. Seriously throughout every book he's just been overly cocky, rude, annoying, and suddenly you care only about him and not the fact that several people were kidnapped and the school was trashed and that the world is ending.

I thought he would have a huge change of heart after book 6 and his moment of him crying— which honestly didn't move me cause he didn't do anything for us to get attached to in canon. You really have to make up your own headcanons and theories to really make him "good". He's also your buddy but it seems he aknowedges as much as the rest of the cast

He didn't even have a change of heart as he immediately went back to being him. Sure there was that scene in book 7 where he says he's gonna protect you and calls out for you but it's like... cool you had several years to develop and we have maybe 4 scenes of you being an actual character and not some plot device/instigator.

The other thing too is how he is in school. He wants so badly to be a good mage and be the best in NRC but doesn't actively do anything to achieve that. He continues to never study and slack off (which fucks Yuu over cause they're 1/2 a student).

By all means, I'm not saying he can't be annoyed at what being a mage entails or a hypocrite (flaws are important). But he's been one for years and hasn't changed a bit. He still has shown very little improvement for someone who claims to sorta care about his "henchhuman" he certainly continues to impact their grades and school life. (Plus consider yuu not being from this world and all the extra effort they have to put in for a -C, its implied in the book). I wouldn't be surprised if he hurt Yuus pockets a lot too with his selfish appetite.

The main issue I have with him overall is the lack of consequences for him. He almost set everyone on fire? OK. He apparently scratched yuu very bad and that's that. No scene where you confront him about it or the rocks that he eats that you continuously warn him about. You can argue book 6 was the punishment but it didn't seem like it. He'll cause so many issues and get a slap on the wrist for it.

I think the best thing to do right now is to have Yuu snap at him so he improves. Fuck up their friendship. Make him realize he has been bad and actually have him change. A dramatic friend breakup. It would be the only way for Grim to change quickly rn with how long it's been

Have Yuu become a full student and watch him fall apart as Yuu doesn't need to rely on him and they're able to get their As in peace as Grim gets his Fs. Let them get angry. Seriously I'm so mentally ill over the concept of Yuu in general esp in game Yuu and all the ways to make them foils to characters or have them be angst fuel.

I want to like Grim. I love found family. But he just doesn't deserve that currently. He just sucks.

Do do understand why people like him. But I'm not one of them with the state he's in. I'm sorry I don't feel bad at all.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 2: Reluctant Allies

Pairing: Gojo x fem! reader

Warnings: language, domestic violence, thank y'all for sharing your experience with me, it helped me so much understanding childhood trauma and made me transform it into this fic <3

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„I heard about your failures, (y/n).”

Your mouth reacts faster than your mind.

“Maybe I’d do better if you get me away from that ass school”, you mutter more to yourself than your father.

A brutal slap sends you straight back to reality and your heart into your throat. Fuck, you’re not talking to Gojo Satoru here, your time at Jujutsu High didn’t do you any favour apparently. The man in front of you wearing that dark blue kimono is none other than your father. Or better said, the man who is responsible for your lousy existence on this planet.

Being a father is a wide stretch for that monster.

“Watch how you talk to me, (y/n). I sent you to Jujutsu High in order to become better than that Gojo brat, so that you bring honor to the Zenin clan. But all you accomplished this far is a grade 2”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

The stinging smell of sake sticks to his presence like glue and makes your guts turn almost instantly. When will this madness finally stop? What on earth are you supposed to do when Gojo Satoru is the honoured one? You studied the way he fights over and over, tried to gain as much information as possible regarding his abilities. But still…

“The only way to get better than him is to kill him”, you press out.

“Maybe you’re simply not strong enough, (y/n). I told you right from the start you can’t surpass me, even though you’re older than me-”

“I’m your twin sister, you fucking fool”, you spit at the other man who emerges from the shadows like the frightful little monster he is.

Since the day you were born, you held a strong dislike for Naoya and how he was worshipped in contrast to the way they treated you. The genius, the youngest, the most promising of Nabito’s children who left you standing in the rain, who forced you into Jujutsu High. If there’s a reason apart from the fact that you are a Zenin for your miserable life, it’s him.

Him, who’s now standing in front of you like a statue with a shit-eating grin plastered on his usual so cold features.

“And still, you are the weakest out of this whole clan. I could wipe you from the surface of earth without even blinking, so watch how you talk to me, brat.”

You know all too well that his words aren’t true. No, you trained your ass off these last months, surpassed your classmates by miles. The teachers at Jujutsu High told you over and over how special you are, that you are stronger than any jujutsu sorcerer these last decades. If it wasn’t for him…

Fucking Gojo Satoru. If they wouldn’t constantly compare you to him, they’d begin to see how well you do, that you are just as capable as Naoya is. But instead, they forced a task on you you’ll never be able to achieve. How on earth are you supposed to be better than the honoured one? You clench your hands into fists so tight that blood spills and lift yourself off the ground, cheek hurting like hell. No, no matter how unimaginable the task is, you have to do it, you have to prove them wrong. Even if it means that you need to beat him, even if it means you are forced to spend even more time with that douchebag.

You will beat Gojo Satoru, no matter what it costs. 

“Just watch me surpass you then, Naoya.”

“I can’t wait to see you try, loser.”

-back at Jujutsu High-

“Wait a minute, what the fuck is he doing here?”

All you wanted to do was going to the training field and running your heart out when Masamichi Yaga stopped you mid-way. Your heart is still pounding roughly against your ribcage in sheer anger, cheek hurting like hell from the well-timed slap your father gave you earlier this day. And now there’s him, Gojo Satoru, sitting on a chair with his long legs stretched out onto the table in front of him and Geto rolling his eyes.

Well, seeing that dumb smirk on that idiot’s face definitely makes you wish to be back at the Zenin’s estate though.

“Would you sit down before causing a scene, (y/n)?”, your teacher mutters while squeezing the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance.

You snort to yourself while crossing the room, carefully avoiding those devilish blue orbs like a plague on the way to the free seat next to Geto. To be honest, you never allowed yourself a feeling similar to affection when it came to your comrades. No matter how many times Yu brought you sweets, no matter how often Geto trained with you. The second a spark of feelings other than disinterest and anger ascends, you do anything in your power to trample it to death. No, in your world, there is no place for stupid things like that.

Not even Geto’s charming smile can change this.

“I’m sat. Now tell me why that douchebag is breathing the same air as me.”

“Douchebag? I hope you’re not talking about me, disgusting (y/n).”

Gojo’s sing-sang voice stings in your ear, annoys you straight to your already troubled core. God, how are you supposed to avoid him when you get forced together by that cursed school every single time? You have already seen him twice this week, way too much for even a month.

“Why can’t you just shut up once, Gojo scum?”

“You calling me a scum when your family is out there murdering? Look at your pathetic self, (y/n). Your cheek wasn’t bruised when I saw you yesterday. What happened, huh? Daddy must have been pretty upset with your dumbass as it seems. I know you went on a little family trip this morning, looks like it was definitely worth it. Send your father my kindest regards.”

Something inside you snaps. Before Geto is able to get a hold of your trembling body, you get off your chair and yank Gojo’s puny figure towards the ground, eyes locked with his dirty gaze. Oh, that asshole knows exactly what buttons he has to press in order to send you over the edge, he knows exactly that your family will always be your weak spot.

And Gojo Satoru definitely has no problem with using that knowledge to destroy you from the inside out.

“Do you really think you can hurt me with your words? Don’t you think I’m used to hearing stuff like this after years of living with that family?”, you suddenly press out.

For a split second, Satoru’s eyes widen in surprise. That look on your face, it reminds him of the day when he met you, when you heard your nanny’s voice shouting after you. A spark of…

Pain. Despair. Anger.

 It wasn’t a secret to anyone how badly members of the Zenin clan were treated by their own family. Fuck, after all he always witnessed those fresh bruises decorating your body when you came back from a trip home. How many times Geto told him to not talk about your family, to not stress you any further when you returned from your family. It was in his nature to make fun of you. You’re a Zenin, right? The worst enemy of the Gojo clan, right?

But for the first time since his childhood, a gleam of sorrow sparks up his usual so cold heart when it comes to you. He really feels…sorry.

Until your eyes get as cold as before. Until his mind snaps back to reality with a shake of his head, back into the word where you pin him against the ground, ready to beat the shit out of him.

“Cry about it.”

The words escape his lips automatically, trained on mocking you at any given opportunity since he was a child.

Without saying another word, you lift yourself off the ground and press him down with your foot one last time before Geto finally gets a hold of you and drags you backwards. Oh, you are so used to his cruel words that they don’t even hurt you anymore. No, instead a numb feeling takes over your chest, drags the wave of emotions that ran over you away. You rip your gaze away from him and return to your seat, wordlessly staring at the teacher in front of you.

“So, what’s the point of this pity party?”, you question.

“I have a mission for you.”

“A mission for me?”, you repeat in sheer disbelief.

Oh, this feeling crawling up your spine makes your guts turn. Normally, getting called in like this and being assigned with an important mission is the best that can happen. After all, a lot of these missions lead to you ranking up to a grade 2. But being in the same room as him…

Your eyes drift over Gojo ever so slightly, catching the way he already stares at you with wiggling eyebrows.

“A mission for all of you”, the man standing in front of you clarifies.

Fuck. You don’t even care about the way he explains the mission, how Geto scolds Gojo for not listening and making dumb jokes. No, all you can do is stare at him in sheer horror. Him, the honoured one sitting only one seat away from you. All this time you were forced into going on missions with others, but luckily it was never him. Somehow you always managed to stay with Yu or Geto. Fuck, why not Nanami? You were supposed to stay away from him, to get better than him. But instead you’ll have to work with him by your side? Him, Gojo Satoru?

“Ain’t no way I’m going with that white ferret by my side.”

You’re already jumping out of your seat, ready to leave the room without looking back. Fuck that mission, fuck the potential of getting better. Nothing is worth spending one or even more days together with that douchebag.

“Even if it means getting ranked as grade 1 if you’re successful?”

Wait…what? Your ears perk up, eyes darting towards the tall man standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Is he serious about that? Getting ranked as a grade 1 would surely benefit you in your goal, especially since Naoya and your father are special grade 1 sorcerers… You’ve been here for a few weeks, already ranked up to a grade 2. It would bring honor to your family if you achieved getting ranked up just below the special grade so rapidly.

And this would mean you’re finally gaining a tiny bit of freedom, a tiny bit of the appreciation you fucking deserve.

“Come on, (y/n). I will keep an eye on him. We’ll get it done together.”

There it is again, the oh so charismatic smile of the black-haired man next to you. Is this really worth it? Your mind wanders back and forth, head almost exploding underneath the pressure. If you decline an important mission like this, your father will beat the shit out of you. But on the other hand, he’ll punish you as well as soon as he finds out that you purposely spend time with Gojo Satoru. Still…

Your nails dig into your thighs, head lowered. This is the best chance you get in order to become a special grade and beat that douchebag sooner or later.

“Only under one condition.”

All pairs of eyes are set on you as thick silence hangs in the room. You raise your head again proudly, the deadly gleam in your eyes making even Gojo stop in his tracks.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you dare to talk to me, let alone get in my way, Gojo scum”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Oh dear Zenin brat”, the white-haired boy sighs, casually lying back in his chair.

“Don’t you dare to cry for my help, then.”

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