#hmm... i remember looking into it a while back but for some reason i didn't like the ui

[obscuremantisman]

GREAT!! so I was wondering if you could do the John Doe Rochas313 skin x reader....heh. because there is no rochas313 x reader and i love my boy💔💔 take ur time!!

SKIN!Rochas313 x Reader

CW: This shit all ooc because i created a whole ass lore, bro 💔💔. I spent most of my time drawing him instead of writing this ngl, also i have him as 21+ years old. YES, THIS FOLLOWS THE SAME READER IN THE OTHER FORSAKEN POSTS.

update: uhhh, hello! (((・・;) i've been occupied... with being a lazy ass, that's all.

Rochas thought things couldn't get worse. His world was corrupted. He was alone in it with this... this thing.

It all happened so quickly... He didn't know how to react. His body felt... numb? Not really, but it was reaching that point. He was scared... or at least he used to be? Everything feels so fuzzy, so underwhelming. Rochas313 couldn't bring himself to care...

He remembered a few things, his friends, or where they? He didn't know. Their faces are all... blurry. All he knows is that they left him behind once things got riskier, once he was like this... or did they? Weird, he couldn't remember.

Hmm...? When did he reach this place? He doesn't remember leaving his map. There is so much yeast, so much space to grow.

Who are they?

These people... They stared at him with wide eyes. The fear, the disgust, and pity in their eyes. It all had him.. flustered.

Please don't look at him... He knows he doesn't look good, knows he's a danger, knows he's nothing more than a host to a disgusting parasite, so stop looking, stop looking, stop looking, stop it, stop it now!

After his very first round, things got messy. Missing walls, misplaced decorations, glitched items, and roots everywhere. Yeah, you can bet the Specter didn't like that. Where's Rochas313 now? In the void, a place he can't mess with nobody.

The void is a map specifically designed for Rochas313. It seemingly has nothing in it except for a powerful, frequently updated anti-virus and a giant screen showing all that happens around the forsaken realm to keep him distracted from his own thoughts. The rounds, killer's lobby, and survivor's lobby are constantly watched by him. His favorite? survivor's lobby. They always put up a little show every round break, and they.. they remind him of someone.

Rochas is a biological cage. He successfully keeps the virus under check once left calm, but once aggravated enough... The parasite takes full advantage of his instability, which is why he's given access to watching others in the first place, but it's not like it could get out for long enough to cause any real damage. The specter learned its lesson once Rochas313 almost got a bite out of one of the survivors...

The Specter isn't interested in getting rid of his existence because if he dies, the parasite will find a way to remain, and it's constantly hungry for obvious reasons. The forsaken realm is full of nutrients, and that little virus is very much interested and sneaky, so yeahhhhhhh Rochas313 has to stay.

You met him by pure coincidence.

He had been particularly bored that day and, by accident, saw a glimpse of one of the survivors getting brutally cut in half. Yeah that messed him up and fucked his day up, enough to give the virus control for a few seconds and teleport him inside said round.

He just popped up behind Taph, said guy too distracted with trying to take back an explosive you were holding far up in the air just for fun.

It was definitely a surprise to the botb of you when the whole map shook and started glitching. A few of the walls even fell, and you swear some trees disappeared.

But alas, you, a curious freak, threw the explosive in your hands right away to another direction and approached Rochas313 to have a better look while Taph didn't waste another second to run off desperately once he peeked behind himself.

You only ever saw a few pictures and videos of him back in the days when you were just a normal human having an average life, and the fact he was here while there was already another killer for the round? You were rightfully curious. You didn't even realize that he was able to see you until he attempted to slash your body, wood claws phasing through your body, earning a confused incoherent grumble.

That had you even more surprised. A killer that was able to see you? You had to torment this guy affectionately.

As if analyzing you, his soulless eye stared onto yours while you poked him around, his body growing bigger as the virus was actively consumed assets until the sky turned red and suddenly... the both of you disappeared. The specter had once again sent him back to his prison.

Rochas313 doesn't usually speak. There's roots growing in his throat.

After meeting you, though.. he put an effort in cutting off these little branches so he could communicate better. He doesn't know sign language, and making gurgling noises was very much embarrassing. It hurts, but the only way to cut the roots off is to reach them with his hands, so he always makes sure to do it properly so his voice can stay for a week. It rarely doesn't leaves him bleeding but you don't need to know that.

He loves your company! If it was up to him, he would've been following you around just to talk.

Being around someone that doesn't stare at him with fear and that is nice to him even with the way he looks has definitely skyrocketed his mood and overall mental health.

Unfortunately, he barely gets to meet with you , nor see you around. The giant screen in his void can't catch your form properly, like a ghost caught on camera. That is why you proposed a simple way to have contact... a hunt.

Every new round, you, along with a few useless objects in the round, build simple things around. A 'hello' made from rocks, a chair with the drawing of a cat made out of grass on top of it, some plates piled up with a plant on top. Simple things to keep him happy, to show you cared.

One time you sticked your hand inside his empty eye socket. If you weren't able to go through solid things, you're sure your hand would've been stuck and possibly eaten.

Surprisingly, but not so much, Rochas couldn't feel a thing! That's why you made it a little hobby to stick flowers in it when you had the chance, even if they all eventually disappeared. That dumbass virus eats it every damn time. No romantic action that involves such things as gifts is allowed in its sight or it'll fucking find a way of chugging it down.

But how do you guys even meet? And how do you even leave the void??

Rochas hasn't been completely honest about the ways he gets out of the void. Sure, the virus takes over if he's unstable, that you knew, but what if... what if he's been letting, more than once, the virus take control just to get the chance of meeting you, hmmmm? Would you be nad at him? Eh, definitely not, but he's quite embarrassed to tell you he does that. He doesn't want to seem clingy.

And as to how you get out of the void... You discovered how to do so by accident. You were just chatting with Rochas after what seemed like maybe a few days after you both got stuck together in his void, and while you were pacing around, you touched the screen which Rochas uses to watch things around and sluuuurrp. Guess who got sucked out of the void.

Overall, Rochas is just a chill, kindhearted guy who just happens to be the host of a highly powerful virus. He cherishes every moment together with you and appreciates your gifts and attention with all his heart, even if sometimes all the affection overwhelms him.

Give him a little kiss on the cheek and his flesh side with be as red as C00lk1d's skin, while the wooden side will be sprouting flowers. He melts faster than butter on the pan.

The virus actually feeds off a great chunk of his emotions, so it was a surprise when he was all timid and a stuttering mess. Apparently his little parasite preferred negative emotions, which is why Rochas appears numb and tired most of the time.

But with that aside.. now you know a way to get a big reaction out of him.

there it is, sorry i took so long,,,,

[stabbyfoxandrew]

... should i move my wips from gdocs to ellipsus

[madamechrissy]

Yandere Roomie Gojo

MDNI- NSFW- Satoru x you

CW: there is obviously yandere content here, look at the title lol. Videoing w/o consent, being psycho and controlling, oral sex (f recieving) breed kink like a MF, manipulation, reader rolls w/ it bc it's Gojo, don't read if you don't like darker things. Full Oneshot of this here

Yandere Roomie Gojo who may or may not have bribed your landlord to kick you out, just so you'd have to live with him, but don't worry, you're better off this way, he knows what's best for you!

Yandere Roomie Gojo who is your 'best friend' such a good friend that he drives you wherever you need to go, when your car keeps mysteriously breaking down (hmm, couldn't be him removing parts could it?)

Yandere Roomie Gojo who smiles and blinks his beautiful blue eyes on you when you show him your outfit for the night. 'oh, going out? where?' he asks so casually, you flush a bit as his eyes slowly asses your body, you wish he would ask you out, but you think you're probably just friends. 'a date.'

Yandere Roomie Gojo holds back his anger at the thought of anyone touching what must be his, but he puts on another bright smile, raising a thin white brow 'ya need a ride, sweets?' 'no, he's coming to get me, don't worry!'

Yandere Roomie Gojo surely can't just let you go on some date alone, what if something happens to you? Sure, he has a tracker on your phone, but he decides to follow you there, sitting in his fancy sports car as he spies on you, your date and you are sitting outside and having drinks, making him furious when the guy touches your thigh.

Yandere Roomie Gojo sees you tense a bit, staring at your phone, and the guy is getting too handsy, he sees your text then, and his heart thuds from his chest. Satoru, I'm so sorry are you busy? he needs no further reason to get out of his car, smiling and sauntering over, hands in the pockets of his slacks, as you look at him with shock, mouth wide open.

Yandere Roomie Gojo has you in his car next to him, you're torn between asking how he got there so fast and just being relieved he's here. 'Toru...' fuck that nickname ruins him. 'yeah, sweets?' You lean over and press a kiss on his cheek. 'thank you for coming to get me, I just... didn't like his vibe I guess'

Yandere Roomie Gojo has you back in his house now, you live in a fucking penthouse with this gorgeous, tall man, and the couple of drinks you've had loosen you up too much, Satoru wants to fuck you so hard you remember he owns you, but he needs it to be your idea, so he just kisses your forehead. 'get some sleep'

Yandere Roomie Gojo is stroking his cock as he watches you strip in your room, of course he has cameras in there, you're being stubborn so far and won't let him see what's his. You sit on your bed then, in some lacy slutty panties and a bra, spreading your thighs and thinking of him, of Satoru, slipping your fingers down your slick cunt, playing with your throbbing clit now, all while Satoru watches, fucking into his hand and picturing you.

Yandere Roomie Gojo hears you cry out his name then, clear as day, blinking rapidly, your fingers are pushing in and out of your little hole, you're not trying to be quiet either, and then he can't fucking take it, it's like you're facing the camera on purpose but you couldn't know. he continues to watch you until he can't take it, slipping up his boxers and walking to your door.

Yandere Roomie Gojo realizes you left the door unlocked, and you gasp when he enters, but you don't cover yourself up at all, no you spread your thighs, revealing your soaked panties your little hand has slipped under. Satoru glares at you now. 'what are you doing, huh? playing with what's mine?' You tremble a bit, sucking yourself off your finger then. 'then show me, Satoru'

Yandere Roomie Gojo doesn't realize how badly you've wanted him, and how you've noticed some things, you noticed the little camera in your room last week, and you got off on him watching you. You know he's probably fucking up your car, and you didn't even wanna go on that date, but it's all to get him to finally drop his act, and drop it he does, when he kisses you over your lacy panties, tongue lapping at you now.

Yandere Roomie Gojo has his hair being pulled by you, fingers enwrapping in silky white locks, as you yank him against you, crying out while he's making your flimsy barrier nothing. He rips them off you then, revealing your soaking wet cunt. 'show you that you're mine, all mine, pussy only will be touched by me, got it baby?' you just nod eagerly, earning his sadistic laugh as he swipes his tongue up your slit, making juices pool from your little hole.

Yandere Roomie Gojo devours your pussy in the quiet room, filled with the sounds of his slurping, your squelching wetness and both of your moans then. He sucks your clit in his hot mouth, blue eyes looking under snowy lashes while you fall apart for him, drenching his face with your arousal, which he laps up every fucking bit, until he leans up smirking, shoving two fingers in your tight hole, whsipering 'never fucking anyone else, got me baby?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo is curling his long fingers in your gummy walls, pressing that spot that blinds you, you cling to him, back arching, he yanks your tits out with his other hand, they bounce gently as he smacks them then. 'Answer me, now' 'only want you, Satoru... I already know you... w-want me...' he glares, leaning over you, so big and intimidating, as he's scissoring his fingers in your sloppy cunt. 'what's that now? can't hear you over your slutty pussy'

Yandere Roomie Gojo watches as your eyes roll back in your skull, watches you twitch as you soak his hand. 'I know, Toru... I know you w-watch me, psycho' he snorts then, yanking his fingers out, making you whine 'n-no, more please!' he shoves his fingers in your mouth, watching you suck your juices off them eagerly. 'you get off on it, me being fucking obsessed, huh?' you nod weakly, and Satoru has your thighs spread and pressed up, his tip drooling precum against your aching hole. 'then let me be clear, you'll never see or date anyone again, got it?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo grins as you weakly nod, filling your tight hole in one stroke, stuffing you so full you scream out, pussy gripping him like a vise, drooling down his veiny cock to his balls, pooling under you. He loses his contol then, gripping your thighs and leaning over you, blue eyes dilated and fucking insane as he fucks into you, slamming your poor cervix as you try to wriggle, you can't even breathe, he's everywhere. 'this what you wanted, me to show you how much I want you?' 'show me, please'

Yandere Roomie Gojo fucks you so hard you couldn't care less about how insane he is, not when he's got you on your tummy, filling you prone bone, not when he's cumming so deep and filling your cunt, and certainly not when he's got you on his face, his cum and yours pooling as he laps you up. And definitely not when he's using you like his little fuckdoll, slamming up into your eager hole, smirking as he watches the bulge in your tummy, the way your cute fucked out face looks, the tears of overstimulation in your eyes.

Yandere Roomie Gojo lets you know then 'gonna breed this pussy, put babies in you, k-keep you here with me' you should probably be scared, but it's Satoru Gojo saying it, and you just whimper in response, while he fills you again and again, to the point you're passing out from so much pleasure, and he's still pushing you further, like he's not even human.

Yandere Roomie Gojo the next day is back to being sweet it seems, smiling and having made you breakfast, you wince as you sit down, aching and throbbing all over. You nibble on it, humming to yourself, then see your phone unlocked on the counter. 'you have my phone, Toru?' 'yeah sweets, period tracker. threw out those birth control pills too, don't worry. also... do you need that job anymore?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo watches the shock on your pretty face, but you soon forget it when he's got you spread wide on the kitchen table, plates clattered to the floor, and he's laughing at your poor puffy lips, your abused little hole. 'mine' he murmurs, as he eats his breakfast, you.

Gojo drabbles here - Gojo long oneshots here

Being yandere isn't cool unless you're Gojo, that's the PSA

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request from @watermelonslut but I made him yandere lol

[kabr0ztrousers]

Bull hybrid cowboy x chubby fem reader. He runs a little ranch all by himself no one for miles and her car just so happens to break down near his road. He offers her a ride into town but ends up kidnapping her. Would love it if he ties her up and shows her all the reasons why she should stay with him.

Hmm... Now do I write another hucow scene or don't I? Only kidding, you all know where this is going.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 34: Free Range

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: kidnap; dubcon; noncon; lactation; impregnation;

A/N: Thanks again for the steady stream of requests, you lot! Remember if you want to see something, want me to revisit a kink or scenario I've done before, or have a totally new idea, let me know and it'll probably happen!

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You loved that little shitbox of a car, mid 2000's spec, old enough to drink and still going strong. Up until about 5 miles back. You were on a tiny country road in the middle of the night, cruising at 60, when you heard an almighty bang followed by a jangling noise. Your revs went through the roof for a moment before you started to coast. By the time you stopped and inspected the damage you'd already figured out what happened. The jaunty angle of the gearstick and the lack of any resistance on it meant your gears were probably strewn across several hundred metres of road. At least your engine still worked so you had light, heat, and BBC 2.

You didn't, however have any phone signal.

So you sat in the layby in your car, idling the engine to keep the battery running and listening to the 80s. Sleeping in a running car seems like something that's probably illegal, but you figured if the police found you, they could probably give you a tow to go with the fine. Hopefully you'd make it to morning and then walk however far the nearest town is to call your insurance.

A horn behind you shocked you out of your thoughts. You looked around as a rugged 4x4 pulled level with you. A window rolled down and the driver motioned for you to do the same.

He was a bull hybrid, horns wreathing his head, a thick gold ring adorning his nose. "Need a tow?"

"Yeah, I think my gearbox is fucked" you smiled at him

"That'll do it for you, I can get you to town if you want, climb in"

You got out of your car and into his, grateful for the save. He hooked a rope from his car to yours and pulled away, your stricken vehicle in tow.

You didn't think anything of the route he took, country lanes are far too narrow to turn around in, especially in a big vehicle like this one, but you'd been travelling for a while. It's not like he wasn't charming, softly spoken with just a hint of an accent, apparently he had a herd of dairy cattle that he pastured around the area, and you were being regaled about the trade. The radio in the car gently playing some tiny local station or other, predominantly focusing on spinning old records and talking about the weather.

Suspicion set in when you turned off the road, he was taking you up a gravel track in the pitch-dark. He seemed to know the area pretty well but you figured that to get to civilization, you should probably be following the asphalt rather than abandoning it.

He pulled up at a house and turned off the engine, shoving the keys into his pocket "Come on, let's get inside"

You got out and bolted away from the house. You're not stupid enough to follow him in, you'd only just met!

He was faster than you. You'd barely made it twenty yards when you were tackled to the ground. The bull huffed as he tied your ankles together and hefted you over his shoulder. You hit and struggled against him, but he only chuckled at your assault. "Spirited, aren't you?" He opened his door and carried you over the threshold "You'll do fine here"

He put you down onto a plush sofa and sat in a chair opposite to you. Minutes passed in silence, you sullenly staring at him, him eyeing you up like a cut of meat.

"What will you do with me?" You spat at him

"Honestly, I'm not sure. You seemed like a soft townie when I picked you up. I'd thought maybe let you call for a tow, give you a coffee, and maybe a roll in the hay." He was still staring at you

"But?" You felt like there was a but coming

"But, you're not badly built, and you're not such a pushover. Now I'm deciding if I want a wife or not"

You recoiled at his comment "If you think I'm marrying you, you can fuck off!"

He shrugged and got up "Plan B then. With hips and tits like those you'll be a good fit"

He lifted you into a seated position and tore off your top, baring your chest and the rolls of your tummy. He grabbed one of your tits and hefted it "Natural, very good"

If looks could kill, you would've atomised him. As it was he merely met your gaze as he roughly inspected you.

"I was right, you'll do excellently" He picked you up again and swung you over his shoulder before carrying you outside. He crossed a field, not caring about your yelling and screaming for help. He knew nobody was around for miles, even if someone heard you they wouldn't be able to help you. He pushed open a barn door and carried you in, putting you down on a pile of straw "I'll see you tomorrow"

He left you there. The ropes were tied tightly around your ankles. You struggled against them until your fingers went numb to no avail. The other occupants of the barn stirred with your struggling. Your eyes were adjusting to the gloom, you could just about make them out.

They were other women. Some cow hybrids, some not. All of them plump, many pregnant. They looked at you with big doe eyes, curiosity on their faces as they regarded you.

The first one put her arms around you in a hug, then another and another until you were smothered in a dozen round women, their full breasts pressing against you as they started to doze off on you. Stuck there in the centre of the cuddle pile, you couldn't help your eyelids getting heavy, your head cushioned against a plush belly as sleep claimed you too.

You woke with the dawn. The other women mooing eagerly and dispersing around the barn. The bull man from last night opened the door and stepped in. He looked over at you before settling to work. One by one he attached milking cups to the other women, who each settled down contentedly as the machines pumped them, the milk being drawn into tanks at one end of the barn.

Finally he got to you.

"Enjoy your night?"

You spat at him. He laughed.

"Damn, I wish you'd reconsider being my wife. As it is, I can still put a calf in you." He lifted you and carried you to a fence, tying your arms to it before cutting your ankles free.

Your tits swung below you as he pulled your hips up and hiked your skirt up. He tore a hole in your tights, revealing your pussy. You screamed as he started to lick you, his thick tongue penetrating you already as he fingered your clit. You felt your skin flush as your body responded to him, getting wet and ready for him. His licking and stroking was drawing you in, until you quivered with a tearful orgasm.

You felt him straighten up behind you. He lay his cock on your back and you shivered with the length of it before he pulled back and started to ease the tip in, crooning as he went "You're doing great, girl, just a little more, a little more"

The sound of his voice was making you wetter than his tongue did. You whimpered from the fullness from his cock pushing slowly into you, stretching you out. Your hips were pushing back against him, sending waves of motion up your body. He started to push harder, move faster. Your whimpers turned to blissful sobs and whines as you sped towards your next orgasm, the length and girth of him getting you off all by itself. When he squeezed your hips it was too much. Your body tried to push back, but it didn't need to. He could feel your impending orgasm and hilted himself in you, tiny thrusts slapping his balls against your clit and driving you over the edge. He started to throb and pulse in you as your cunt clenched around him. His thrusts were fast and deep, he was close and wasn't going to cum anywhere but inside you. His pounding on your cervix was getting to you, as was his gripping your waist and your hips, and the jolting swaying of your tits. He pushed a hand between your legs and circled his fingers over your clit. You came again. This time he joined in. Your moans and grunts mingled as the other women watched you, still mooing in euphoria from being attached to the pumps.

He stayed inside you, his cock still giving occasional pumps of cum. His huge hands tracing patterns on your back and rubbing your aching muscles. Then he pulled out, and you heard a spatter of his cum fall out of you and onto the straw below. He cut your arms free and helped you off the railings, laying you on the straw.

"I treat my ladies well, you'll see"

A month has passed since you joined the herd. You spend your mornings hooked up to the milking machines, your afternoons lounging in the fields munching clover and enjoying the company of your new friends, then in the evenings Aaron, as you leaned his name, would often visit you and put another load in you. You're already late on your period, you just haven't told him yet.

Yeah, you're giving up some freedoms, and you're pretty sure you're getting dumber

But it sure beats your old job

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Postscript: A bit of an experiment in trying to split the difference between "awful human farm" and not being overly horrible to the POV character. Hopefully it hits the mark nicely. Who knows, I may do a continuation or a "what if" where it goes into fluffy marital sex between Aaron and Fem!Reader...

At any rate, this is your periodic reminder that my ask box and DMs are always open, and to not hold back on your requests! I'm not in the habit of airing anyone's dirty laundry so if you do cross some unforeseen line the worst you'll get is a no

[crimsoncandy04]

wanderer but pre-remembering everything event smut.. i wanna kiss him and love him please.. maybe with slight jealousy?

Pre-Scaraification Wanderer?

So the only canon Kabukimono interaction scene we got before hoyo re-traumatized him and just TOOK him away from us forever 😻😺💜💙?

Ooh I have been WAITING for this.

(sorry I just have the biggest crush on Wanderer when he was still a sweetheart tbh. Like he was so cool and sexy as a harbinger and admirable and determined in his new healing era but his Kabu days just have a special place in my heart cause he was literally such a cutie with a heart of gold before shit hit the fan)

I'll fulfill your request with great enthusiasm fellow human.

(for plot reasons we were his secret fling before the irminsul event and now we find him again. Just BEFORE Traveler does and ruins everything of course

😔😒)

"Kuni I found you!" You call out excitedly as you rush over and instinctively wrap your arms around your lover's neck.

Except he doesn't embrace you back.

If anything he seems nervous and...shy?

"do we know each other?" A strangely pleasant voice suddenly asks you.

You look up at Kunikuzushi with a confused expression.

"what? Of course we do. What are you talking about? We see each other...all the time..." Your face falters as you finally register that something is wrong.

"Kuni? You do remember me... right?"

The man before you looked like your lover but for some reason it was as if you were staring into the eyes of someone completely different.

"I'm afraid not. Perhaps it has simply been a long while? You must excuse me, but sometimes my memory isn't the best when I'm distracted."

You felt like your heart was tearing in half.

He didn't... know who you were?

What the FUCK did he do with that stupid tree!?

You try not to sound as upset as you actually are.

"no no. Something happened. You know me very well it's just..." Struggling to hold back tears, you reach out and take his hand in yours. Silently begging for him to remember you but behind those unusually big and bright indigo irises, you saw nothing of the man you once fell in love with.

"i don't know what happened... but it appears... you no longer..."

The young man suddenly squeezed your hand tightly as the mournful and helpless expression on your face almost seemed to trigger some instinctive reaction in him to comfort you.

"Hey, don't be upset please. You seem like a really nice lady. Perhaps if you just helped me rekindle my memory a little, I could easily recall our previous interactions."

You hesitated.

How?

Every meeting between you both previously had been heated and steamy.

What would you even -?

Suddenly you got an idea.

"I know right now you don't remember me. And because of that this might seem sudden but... please excuse me!"

And with that you quickly tilt your head upwards and press your lips against his.

Archons how it was EVERYTHING you were missing.

Amnesia stricken Kunikuzushi again seemed to act on instinct.

He didn't understand why you were doing this but...it felt so...nice.

He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back and pulled you a little closer as you continued to kiss him deeply now and hold his hand.

Finally after several minutes you pull away. He stares at you with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

"we used to...do stuff like that?" He asked in an uncharacteristically innocent way.

You nod.

"yes. And much more."

"more?" Kuni's body relaxed against yours as he considered your word. He seemed oddly confused but the hardness between his legs spoke otherwise. Still, if he couldn't remember you, maybe this was wrong? Maybe you just needed to start slowly accepting that-

"could we do that... again please?" Kuni asked suddenly. Derailing your train of thought completely.

"mm hmm" you lean into him again and this time there's a little more confidence in his touch. You both had been standing somewhere outside in the avidiya forest and as Kuni quickly figured out that he was enjoying this, he slowly leaned back against a nearby tree and pulled you against him. His hands move cautiously from your back to your ass. Squeezing your cheeks a little as he rubbed his clothed erection against your now moistened panties underneath your skirt.

You broke the kiss for a second as you just hugged him for a little bit longer. And oddly enough he's okay with this. This was unlike the Kunikuzushi you knew. This man was...softer...kinder... and oh how his gentle touch was so new to you yet so good feeling all at once.

You felt like you were more than desirable for once.

You felt like you were loved.

"how could I forget this? I jus-" you give him a playful kiss on the cheek as you slowly lean back and distract him from ruining the moment by pulling off your top. His soft indigo eyes widened as he gazed at your soft and large breasts. And yet this new curious and awe stricken expression in them, though different, was getting you just as wet as the lustful look you had grown used to in them.

"don't worry about it. I'm not sure what happened to you but...I still love you very much Kuni. So please..." You gently bring his hand to cup one of your tits. He gives it a cautious squeeze.

"let's make new memories?"

Something inside him seemed to falter as Kuni clearly lost himself in the moment and began to explore you a little more. He wraps his arms around you and knocks you both to the ground before kissing you once more whilst grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs around him. He lay on top of you then.

His soft lips trailing from your mouth to your neck. You gasp a little as you feel him pinch and tug at one of your nipples ever so delicately. Teasing you before moving further down and latching onto one of your sensitive peaks with his mouth and gently swirling his tongue, making you cry out and squirm underneath him as he continued to fondle your other breast at the same time.

"Kuni... your tongue feels so good ~ I want more please ~" your lustful tone reaches his ears yet for a split second he seems to pause.

He wondered why you kept calling him that. That wasn't his name. Well technically he didn't have one. But at some point he did... and it wasn't Kuni or whatever. Was it perhaps a special nickname you once gave him or...?

"stop calling me that please."

You feel yourself freeze a little as he tries to continue.

Does he not remember his name either?

"is that... not your name anymore?"

"I have no memory of it. just call me by my old one."

"huh?"

The young man moves further down your body. Pulling your knees apart before gently pulling aside your panties and giving your wet slit a quick teasing lick.

"Kabukimono. Just call me Kabukimono."

You let out a soft moan as you feel him suddenly pull you against his face and bury his tongue deep within your aching cunt. You squeal and cry out as he laps at your sensitive inner walls and alternates between fucking you with his tongue and teasing your clit.

Your fingers tangle themselves in his dark indigo hair, your other hand digging into the dirt underneath you both as you desperately try to anchor yourself to something.

This wasn't your Kunikuzushi.

But fuck was he almost... better?

No no. That was an awful thought.

But the name must've been on your mind still because when you feel him slide a finger into your tight pussy next and curl against your sweet spot, you accidentally mess up and say it again.

"Kuni!" You whine. You look down and see a brief look of irritation across his face. Followed by something else unrecognizable. Jealousy?

He voice vibrates against your cunt. Sending shivers down your spine.

"I told you. Call me Kabukimono."

"sorry I just forgot."

The young man who looked like Kunikuzushi suddenly got a familiar mischievous look in his eyes as he suddenly zeroed in on your dripping sex.

Yet his voice sounded teasing and playful almost.

"I'll make you remember then."

Suddenly you feel his lips seal around your clit. He sucked on the bundle of nerves HARD causing you to scream as your back arched upwards and your eyes rolled back in your head.

He continued to lick and suckle your clit even as your juices filled his mouth and you were seeing stars. Forcing your legs to stay spread as you instinctively tried to close them against the delightful onslaught of pleasure by jerking your knees apart and holding them in place. Finally in a fit of desperation and desire, you cry out.

"Kabukimono! Oh fuck! Kabukimono please I think I'm going crazy!~"

"Say it again please~"

He groaned as he continued his assault of ecstasy on your now oversensitive clitty.

"Kabuki-ah! Kabukimono! Kabukimono!"

The insides of your cunt tighten as Kabukimono hums against your sex in approval as he brings you to the edge of another intense climax that you swore left you seeing white for a second.

After that, he slowly released his hold on you and came up to kiss you again. You felt your heart swell with adoration as you tasted yourself on his lips.

Reaching out to hold him close as you slowly take deep breaths and calm yourself down as he gently plays with your hair and holds you as well.

You two stay together like this for a bit longer. You still weren't entirely sure what happened to the man you knew before but this... Kabukimono...

You loved him.

And he loved you too.

You could feel it in just how tightly he embraced you and how softly he whispered gentle words of sweetness in your ear.

Finally after several long minutes of cuddling together, Kabukimono reluctantly gets up and tells you that he has somewhere important to be.

You ask what could be so important now of all times and he simply responds by explaining to you how he is currently doing some local work for this man who helped him during a storm and that he shouldn't be late as it would be rude considering how he was working as a means of repaying him. Apparently.

You bid Kabukimono farewell as he gives you one last kiss farewell and promises to return to you tomorrow.

Little did you know

He would return as promised.

But Scaramouche would be the one returning for round two.

Or Wanderer was it?

You get the point;)

[nanamisbbygirl]

maternal instinct

includes: dad geto x mom reader ft. little nanako and mimiko

type: drabble, domestic fluff

summary: geto loves the way you care for the girls, and he can't thank you enough. (sfw- slightly suggestive) (follows canon)

a/n: those are his babies i love this trope and dynamic (im a sucker for it) and one more thing this is so personal im crashing out rn but fuck sukuna like it's the number 1 reason i REFUSE to write for him because like how could u do that to them

p.s if anyone wants more of these drabbles i will write them all it takes is one person asking lol

"you take good care of them," geto hums, placing a kiss on your shoulder, watching how the two little girls have gently been put to sleep. you turn to look at him, a faint smile on your lips.

"they deserve to be taken care of, to have someone love them." his eyes are soft for a moment. you don't see the vicious cult leader, or the jujutsu defector you ran away with. you see a thoughtful man, with ideology and purpose. "you did the right thing, taking them from that village."

he doesn't say anything. he doesn't have to. you both know what he's thinking. he's remembering that fateful day, picturing their battered faces, horrified in the cage. it was all it took for you to realize the world wasn't what it was, the suffering inflicted by humans needed to be put to an end.

"i like seeing you like this," he whispers, "maternal, caring-- it brings out the best in you."

you laugh, "i could say the same about you. you looked so cute letting them give you a makeover the other day."

"hmm yeah," he smiles alongside you. "it's almost their birthday, we should get them a nice cake. their first birthday with us."

"yeah," your voice trails off, peeking into the room. when you pictured having a family with suguru, it didn't necessarily look like this, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

he spins you around, looking at you face-to-face, placing his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kiss, but strong enough to make your blood rush.

"now let me take care of you," he whispers into your ear, hands finding your waist.

"oh really? what am i in for today?" you try not to laugh too loud, you just put the girls down after all.

geto gives you another kiss, "whatever you'd like, my love, i'm at your service."

he pulls you in closer, so that your head rests on his chest and you can hear his heart beat.

"well now that you mention it, a good massage is just what i need."

his eyebrows wiggle, "oh i can give you a good massage."

giggling, you nudge him away. "so perverted!" you tease him, letting him kiss you one more time.

"seriously, though," you draw back to your previous idea, "maybe a nice glass of wine? maybe a foot rub?"

"sure," he pecks your nose, but before you have the chance to split off, there's a tiny hand tugging at your pants.

little nanako and mimiko stood there, rubbing their tired eyes.

“we can’t sleep,” they tell you, causing you to kneel to their height. you softly pet their heads as they rush in for a hug.

“oh no, well we have to do something to fix that.” you muse, “how about another bedtime story?”

their faces perk up, nodding eagerly. their reactions cause you to chuckle, “okay well, go pick out a book and me and suguru will come and read to you.”

the little girls bounce back to their shared bedroom while you rose again to your full height. in doing so, you embraced geto into a half hug, where he placed his lips against the crown of your head.

“i guess it’s a rain check on the massage then, huh?” he says against your skin.

you nod, “i guess so. it’s alright though, story time is more fun.”

“i love you,” he says breathlessly.

“i know,” you hum, “and i love you.”

together, you walk into the girls room, greeting them with smiles as they present their story of choice.

a/n: i had to make a little edit because my original ending didn’t save for some reason 😿

[szarina]

❝ BITTERSWEET BEGINNINGS. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS. past mentions of being bullied + harassment + injuries + mentions of death + chapter's short.

NOTES. we're getting nearer. thank you for the comments and the reblogs and the notes. you're all the best.

SYNOPSIS. you finally started what you want.

a brush with death's hands and it given you the life to start again or maybe it was the help of your two new friends. nanami and haibara gave you the chance to maybe enjoy life and be just gone with it. put all things behind since you consider it as your second life. if only it was that easy. never been it was easy for someone like you.

bright-eyed you entered the university dead eyes is when you leave it. must be hard that you have to endure all that humiliation for some godforsaken dreams your parents didn't achieve. first in the family they say. you hold no grudge for them. after all children are the extensions of the parents dreams and you were like any of it. you have to achieve it and then you endured. what would they say that their child who wasted their money for a selfish reason. was it still selfish that it was starting to kill you in that position and you wanted to protect yourself. if only you could disappear. you were granted of it. sort of. it only took you a trip to the hospital and almost meeting your creator.

you overdosed. that's what they said and how you could that happen. you never done it your entire life but who cares about it now. you were getting your freedom back. with a heavy heart you have to say goodbye in silence to your parents. apologize that you were never a good daughter to them and for wasting their efforts. in due time, you will pay back for all of that. you need to suffer first to get things your way and to get things on your way now, you needed to disappear.

getting to another university proves to be difficult not when you want to disappear to people like gojo and geto. first thing when they started to make your life hell is to get to know all the important people in your life. they made you remember that you were in no place to fight them. they hold everything dear to you in their palms and what powerless you could do? stand in shame and let do it their way to you. and you know that they will find you after your sudden disappearance.

when satoru and suguru started to show their interest to you and when things started to get extreme and the people that you asked to helped you started disappearing, you knew you have to slowly plan your escape from them but how could you that you were locked under their gaze. they even show how far things can escalate when one of those who believed you got beaten in front of you.

“this is what happens to people you asked for help, (y/n)-chan.” gojo whispers to you. holding your shoulders while you were forced to watch as suguru helplessly beat him. tears welling up in your eyes as he helplessly took every punch. harder than the last one and when suguru sees you with tears rolling down your eyes, he smiles as the man he beat up falls to the ground. face bloody and eyes swelled shut.

he holds both of your cheeks in bloodied hands. “i don't see the reason why they'll go out of their way to help you. what they would gain from you. certainly you have but you're not what pretty should look like. unattractive and stout. how would you match the girls here? you're only good when we fuck you.” suguru explains it to you like it was the reality you needed to wake up to. “try to reach out someone for help and they will get worst than this. understand, hmm?” he hums, smearing your round cheeks with blood. you look up to him. dried blood in his cheek and you nod. understanding that he can do it again and again if he'll have to. he's more of a brute than satoru when angered and you took his anger many times you can count and it always ended with you having to take classes off to recover.

they spun you around. slowly walking away from where your almost savior lays down. you craned your neck to look at him. he managed to open one of his eyes and looks at you and more tears poured from your eyes. mouthing him with i'm sorry, i really am. your lips trembling as remorse took you over. repeating the same words again and again and hoping that it would reach him. you should never asked for help. you should never put someone in danger. it's all your fault. it's all your fucking fault.

you blink the tears away, remembering the day how it ends up to someone who helps nor approach you in anyway.

“i appreciate it but you can't. please yuu, don't.” you tearily told him about your decision. haibara explains it to you what he can offer to help you with nanami by his side.

you thought about it but you won't be accepting any help but haibara shakes his head. “i promise, they won't find out. nanami and me are good at hiding secrets.” the brunette offered you a smile. “but why? you never have a reason to help me, nanami. haibara.” looking at the both of them. nanami kept silent. drinking his can of coffee from the vending machine. “you seem nice.” was haibara's reason to you and you cry harder. tears blurring your vision and haibara panics at your crying expression. “are you kidding me!? nice? nice won't cut it out for you offering me this! helping me!” you cry harder. “i can't do anything for now! a-and i don't have anything for me to offer to both of you!” you sob and haibara softens up. you were like his sister and even though he knows the consequences of what will happen if they were about to find, he does not care. they only recently find out about your situation but he wants to help in any capacity he can do and nanami must surely wants the same.

“we don't want anything from you but your trust, (y/n).” his voice is somewhat sincere and comforting and he was like a big brother from how he is acting towards you. “you can start a new life, away from them.” your tears stops to roll down on your cheeks. “we're your friends and this is what friends do.” haibara said to you and for the first time in your life, you could finally breath.

with nanami and haibara, they helped you transfer hospitals. sooner or later that gojo and geto where about to find where you are. they can't afford to see you cry and be hurt because of them. you were really grateful and somehow was ashamed of it, but nonetheless you wanted to be away, away from what their madness can do to you.

that was the start. nanami and haibara took care of your papers for your transfer to another university. one that they wouldn't suspect of you transferring. far away from a maddening crowd but enough to provide you a good education and a degree that you would find useful later in life.

there wasn't a day where you didn't cry. first when you said goodbye in secret to your parents. simply disappearing in their lives like you didn't exist. promising that you would come back when the time's right and when all dues are paid and the last is when you stand in front of the university's main entrance. a final tear for the memories you desperately wanted to forget and for them. there's only an end to where you tolerated them. it's your time to play now and what makes it right is you're now standing in front of the building as the new employee. a multinational corporation hailing at a time where japan started to be a first world country after the war. the company's name in sleek and in big bold letters glinting in the sunlight.

this would be the start of your life.

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[blastiebabe]

make me feel good, please

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader | Smut

It's Sunday night, you and your boyfriend Katsuki had an amazing weekend together. You two are currently watching a movie, sitting on the couch, your legs are placed above his lap while his left hand is holding your thigh. 

For some reason, you feet the need to be touched. Something down there tingles with need for attention. You look at your boyfriend focused on watching the movie, you remove your legs from his lap and brings yourself closer to him resting on his chest as he wraps his arm around you.

Even with the change of position something between your legs still can't behave. It wants to be touched so bad, you wiggle your legs a bit, trying not send signals to Katsuki that you are uncomfortable.

But he noticed anyway. "Is everything okay?" He asks looking at you.

You just nod and proceeds on trying to focus on the movie. After minutes of heat still pooling inside you, you  sit straight. "Love, can I go to bed first? I'm feeling a little sleepy already."

Katsuki paused the movie. "Alright, let's go sleep."

"No, no, it's okay. You can finish the film, then just come when you're done." You tell him, pushing him slightly back to the couch as he tried to stand up.

"Love, are you sure? I can continue the film some other time I—" You cut him off.

"It's okay Kats, I insist. I'll see you later." You say as you stand up and starts to head to the bedroom. 

Katsuki grabs your wrist that made you sit on his lap. "Princess, are you sure you're okay?" Katsuki asks, his face close to yours you feel the heat of his body on your own.

Even with the sudden desire surging on your body, you fight it as you cup his cheeks and kisses his forehead to ease his worry. "Love, I'm okay, you don't have to worry. I'll see you in a bit." You say as you leave a peck of kiss on his lips and stand up. Katsuki just nods and guided you to stand while holding the small of your back.

You head straight to your shared bedroom and lay down on your side of the bed. You indeed want to be touched by your boyfriend so bad but you have no idea how to ask him to do so. You feel bad being starved like this when last night he was giving you everything you could never even imagine. 

Remembering how hard and how many times he made you reach your high last night sends shivers down your spine. You place your right hand and used your palm to put pressure between your legs and turned to the side. God, how badly do you need Katsuki right now?

Focused on trying to ignore the heat pooling inside you, you didn't notice Katsuki coming inside the bedroom. Not until you feel weight shifting on his side of the bed, you look up and notice him looking at you with eyes full of worry.

"Princess, tell me what's happening..." Katsuki says as he observe your posture. He brings you closer to him, his arms grabbing your waist. "What's wrong?"

And just like that, you can't help but be under his warmth. You push your head on the crook of his neck, sniffing his natural scent. You wrap your hands all over his waist as you pull him closer to your body. "L-love... please..."

Katsuki kisses your temple, caressing the length your hair, patiently waiting for you to use words. "Hmm?"

"C-can you please h-help me..." Stuttering with your words, but atleast you were able to tell him. 

"Ofcourse I will. Can you tell me what you need help with, Princess?" Katsuki asks while creating a space between the two of you enough for him to be able to look at your eyes. 

Unable to use your words, you look where your other hand is putting pressure between your legs, then you look back at him. Your eyes pleading for pleasure that only he can provide.

Katsuki's eyes widdened as he realize what you were asking him to do. "A-are you sure?" He says as his eyes softened looking at you full of affection.

You do a slight nod. "P-please..."

Katsuki smiles as he stares at you. "Was this the reason you were bothered earlier?"

Again, you nod. Katsuki cups your face, his thumb gently brushing on your cheeks. "My love, you could've asked me. I am more than willing to help you." And with that, he closed the space between the two of you and made sure his lips met yours.

And in a blink of an eye, Katsuki is on top of you. His hands roaming around your body as your arms cling into the back of his head. 

"Can you tell me what you want, Princess?" Katsuki asks as he stopped the kiss leaving you wanting for more. 

"M-make me feel good, p-please..." You pleaded as he starts leaving kisses on your neck. You feel a smirk in between the kisses. 

"I am all yours." You feel his hands caressing every part of your body, until it goes under your shirt, slowly reaching your back and finding the clasp of your bra. You arch your back as to give him space and in one swift move, it's gone.

His kisses trails down to your chest as the two of your removes your shirt and bra and throw it somewhere you don't care. You can feel a bulge forming in his pants.

Katsuki proceeds on sucking on your nipples while his hand plays with the other. You grab his hair, pushing your hips against his as your lower body is asking for attention. "Love..."

You feel a smirk in between his kisses. His other hand started trailing below your short, feeling the band of your underwear. You move your hips upward, getting impatient and wanting his touch to reach down there as soon as possible.

Katsuki's lips travels from your chest down your belly button. He slowly grabs the band of your underwear and shorts and in one swift motion, he removes it. Leaving you naked and vulnerable under his touch.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Princess." He whispers at your folds as you feel his breath in the softness of your skin.

You grab the sheets at your sides with both your hands as he starts licking. "Fuck." You feel his tongue playing with your pussy. You grab his hair, feeling so much pleasure. You move your hips to match with his rythmn.

You stop kissing him, staring directly at his eyes as his fingers start going in to your folds. "You are taking it so well, Princess." 

"K-katsuki, c-come here..." You say, grabbing him close to you for a kiss. While he entertain your lips, he made sure to not leave your folds untouched. His hands finds its way, teasing it like how his tongue did.

As soon as he notice this, the movement of his fingers become more sincere, more pleasurable for you, with a mission to make you reach the high you have never reached before.

With all the pleasure you are receiving, you stare directly into his eyes. Using your right hand to cup his face, and your thumb softly rubbing his cheek. You feel tears forming in your eyeballs. You might just cry, not from pain, but from realizing how much you love this man before you.

When he feel your body shivering, Katsuki tries to go back down your folds again so that you'll cum using his tongue, but you stop him. "No... please. I want to see your face, my love."

"I-I'm coming..." You say in between your breath.

Katsuki's heart flutter by your words. As much as the bulge between his thighs is getting bigger, he can't help but to focus on you and only you. Tonight, it's just you and everything you ever want. He had his fair share of people in bed before you, but never once he though he can be this generous in bed and it's only because it's you.

Katsuki can feel it, he feels how close you are as your walls tighten in his fingers.

"I know, Princess. I got you. Look at me." You try your best to look at him and not close your eyes. "Do not even think about it, I got you." Katsuki says, his pace unchanging. You start shivering as he whispers sweet compliments into your ears. 

"L-love... Fuck..." 

"It's okay my love, let it all out." Katsuki just stares at you with the greatest affection you have never seen someone give you. You feel the heat rising inside you, and in just a few thrusts, you are there.

"Katsuki!" You exclaim. Katsuki's fingers still going in and out inside you as you shiver and fall in to him.

He slowly changed his pace and let your cum spill into his fingers. "Atta girl." Katsuki left a peck at your lips. "You did so great, Princess. I am so proud of you."

He gently caresses your shoulders as you slowly drift from your high. When you got back to your senses, you face him, staring at his eyes. "How was it, my love?" Katsuki asks.

"It... it was perfect. Thank you." You say.

"No need to thank me. You should never forget that I will always be more than willing to give your everything you need." Katsuki says before kissing you. Once he let go, you burry your face in the crook of his neck has he wrap his arms around you. His hand playing with your hair.

You feel yourself slowly drifting in to sleep. "Sleep well, my Princess." Katsuki moves you closer to him, his eyes also wanting rest.

"Maybe we should come up with a signal for next time this happens, you little minx." Katsuki says smiling before drifting off to sleep.

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[doctorbitchcrxft]

Heaven and Hell | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, ANNNGGSSSTTTTT, name-calling, mentions of self-hate, depression, anxiety, all the things. all of 'em.

Word Count: 4935

A/N: I will never forgive them for not giving us tatted-up Dean. I would literally sell my left leg for that to exist.

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“(Y/N),” Uriel ordered, eyes icy. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“Kill.”

All eyes in the room turned to you. 

“What?” you breathed out. 

“Remember what we talked about?” Uriel taunted, referring to the threats he’d made to you. “Kill.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean butted in. “Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.”

“Don't worry. I'll make her be gentle,” Uriel smirked, nodding at you.

“You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?” Dean snarled. 

Castiel spoke up. “As a matter of fact, we are. And?”

“And?” Sam scoffed. “Anna's an innocent girl.”

“She is far from innocent,” Castiel argued. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” questioned Sam. 

Uriel was quickly losing patience. “It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. (Y/N)?”

“(Y/N), no,” Dean begged, eyes flashing to yours. 

You were terrified, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to hurt Anna, but you didn’t want to find out what happened to Dean or Sam if you didn’t listen.

“Who's gonna stop her? You two? Or this demon whore?” Uriel spat. He threw Ruby against a wall with his powers, and Dean attacked him. 

“Dean, no!” you pleaded, trying to pull Uriel off Dean. 

Uriel snarled, “I’ve been waiting for this.” With little regard to you, he punched Dean across the face. 

Suddenly, a bright light engulfed the room. When it cleared, Castiel and Uriel were gone. 

“What the fuck?” Dean cursed, standing hesitantly. He helped you to your feet while Ruby tended to Sam. “Anna. Anna!” He headed into the back room where Anna was on the ground, covered in her own blood.

The concern he was showing her was slightly worrying you. 

“Are they— are they gone?” she breathed out.

“Did you kill them?” he asked. 

Anna was sitting next to a sigil drawn in her blood. “No. I sent them away; far away.”

“You want to tell me how?” Dean pressed. 

“That just popped in my head.” She nodded at the sigil. “I don't know how I did it. I just did it.”

Your skepticism of Anna was growing by the minute. Maybe Uriel was right. Maybe you should kill her. 

****

Thankfully, the Winchesters shared your skepticism. Still, they thought it best to put Anna in Bobby’s panic room. You sat with Sam researching Anna while Dean put her in the warded room. 

“How’s the car?” Dean asked. 

“I got her,” you replied. “She’s fine. Where’s Bobby?”

“Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it,” Dean answered. 

“He working a job?” questioned Sam.

“God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.”

Sam grimaced. “Now that's seared in my brain.”

“Alright, what’d you find on Anna?” Dean asked, leaning over the back of your chair. 

“Uh, not much,” you answered. “Her parents were Rich and Amy Milton: a deacon and a housewife.”

“Riveting.”

“Exactly,” you nodded.

“But there is something here in the report,” Sam added. “Turns out, this latest psych episode wasn't her first.”

“No?” 

“When she was two and a half, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.”

“Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?” Dean smirked deviously.

“Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again,” Sam deadpanned.

“Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad; like wanted-to-kill-her mad.”

“Kind of heavy for a two-year-old,” the older brother noted. 

“Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.”

“Until now. So, what's she hiding?” you asked. 

“Why don't you just ask me to my face?”

You rolled your eyes, keeping your back to Anna who’d obviously just walked into the room. 

“Nice job watching her,” Dean told Ruby.

“I am watching her.”

“No, you're right, Anna,” said Sam. “Is there anything you want to tell us?”

“About what?” she asked innocently. 

“The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?”

“You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled; why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know,” she replied. 

You stared her down. “Tell me why I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe because you’re buddy-buddy with someone who wants me dead,” she stated. 

“And I’m close to wanting you dead, too,” you snapped. “So give me some real answers.”

“Okay!” Sam tried to break up the tension. “(Y/N), take a lap.”

“Happily.”

****

Almost an hour later, Dean was leading a psychic named Pamela into Bobby’s house. She’d helped the boys identify Castiel, and her eyes had been burned out as a result. “We’re here!” the older brother called down into the basement you were hiding in. 

“Pamela, hey!” Sam said, standing from his chair. “It’s me; it’s Sam.”

Pamela felt her way over to the younger Winchester. “Sam, is that you?”

“I’m right here,” he told her. 

“Oh. Know how I can tell?” She grabbed his ass. “That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl's Anna, and that you've been eyeing my rack.”

Sam began to stammer. 

“Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most,” she snickered. Then, she turned toward you. “Oh, (Y/N).” She slowly made her way over to you, and you held your hand out for her to grab. Despite your attempts to steady her, you yourself were trembling. “Shh, darlin’, it’s okay.” 

Your bottom lip trembled. The last time you’d met a psychic, she’d revealed family secrets to Sam and Dean. There was a lot more this one could reveal now.

“Sweet girl,” she said quietly, “those angels are dicks. Forgive yourself.”

Tears sprang to your eyes, but you fought hard to keep them at bay. 

The woman turned back to Anna. “Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela.”

“Hi,” the redhead replied. 

“Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help,” the psychic smiled.

“Oh. That's nice of you.”

“Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it.”

You snorted. 

“Why?” Anna asked. 

“They stole something from me,��� she replied, taking off her glasses, referring to her white eyes. “Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?” She laughed. “Now, how about you tell me what your deal is, hmm? Don't you worry.”

After several stress-inducing minutes, Anna sat up from the hypnotic state Pamela put her in. 

“I’m an angel,” the girl revealed. “Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others.”

“I don't find that very reassuring,” Ruby responded. 

“Neither do I,” murmured Pamela. 

“So, Castiel, Uriel— they’re the ones that came for me?” Anna asked. 

Sam piped up, “You know them?”

“We were kind of in the same foxhole,” she answered.

“So, what, were they like your bosses or something?” Dean questioned. 

“Try the other way around.”

“Look at you,” you mocked. 

Pamela spoke up next. “But now, they want to kill you?”

“Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head.” 

“Care to explain?” you sneered. 

“I disobeyed. Which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell.”

You nodded, clicking your tongue. “You became human.”

“Wait a minute. I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?” asked Sam.

“It kind of hurts,” Anna replied. “Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace.”

Dean snorted. “Come again?”

“My grace. It's…” she trailed off, searching for the words, “energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was.”

“So, you just forgot that you were god's little Power Ranger?” Dean remarked. 

“The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah,” she explained. 

Ruby chimed in, “I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are.”

“Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead.”

“And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture: that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you,” Ruby told her. 

“I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back,” Anna said vaguely.

“What? Your grace?” you asked. 

She nodded. 

You scoffed, shaking your head and turning away. 

“You can do that?” Dean asked her. 

“If I can find it.”

“So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?”

The angel shrugged. “Something like that.”

“Alright. I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?” Dean asked. 

“Wait, you do?” you scoffed.

Anna spoke over you. “Lost track. I was falling about ten-thousand miles per hour at the time.”

“Wait. You mean falling, like, literally?” Sam questioned, seeming to have realized something. 

You couldn’t even be bothered to focus on what they were talking about and strode out of the room. 

Needing some solace, you went out to the junkyard and sat on top of one of the cars in the middle of the lot. You looked up at the stars, taking in the beautiful and peaceful night sky. You missed when life felt like that: beautiful and peaceful. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Pamela called. 

You turned over your shoulder to see Pamela, helped by Dean, heading over toward you. “Uh, hey,” you said, turning forward again. 

“C’mon, talk to momma,” Pam urged you, coming up beside you. Dean stood off to the side with his hands in his pockets. You tried your best to ignore the fact that he was even there. 

“No offense, Pam, but I don’t really know you,” you said.

“Dean, sweetheart, give us just a second, okay?” He nodded, going to stand by his car. When she couldn’t hear his boots on the gravel anymore, she said, “You’re right. But I know you.”

“So, what, you can see into my mind’s eye?” you joked. 

The woman laughed softly. “I can. And I can see what’s troubling you. And I won’t say it out loud if you don’t want me to.”

“I appreciate that,” you told her dejectedly. 

You knew she could tell by your tone you didn’t believe her. “You’re shouldering all this responsibility,” she said. “But it’s not yours to shoulder alone, alright?”

Tears welled up again. “It is,” you argued. “I can’t— They’ll never forgive me.”

“Who won’t?” she asked. “Sam and Dean? Please, those two teddy bears love you.”

Your bottom lip trembled. “I appreciate you trying to help.”

“But?”

“But I’m too far gone.”

****

You watched Anna and Dean from afar as they sat on top of the Impala’s trunk. It hurt your heart a bit given that was what the two of you did when you had your serious talks. 

Rationally, you knew your jealousy wasn’t based in reality. You didn’t think he trusted her, and he wasn’t the kind of person who would cheat on his partner. Still, it hurt to watch the two of them together while your relationship with him felt so strained. 

Sam walked up beside you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said. Neither of you looked at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Sam told you.

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. 

He sighed. “I know you know more about Dean’s time in Hell than you’re letting on. And I let that get under my skin.”

“Sam,” you started, “trust me when I say you don’t wanna know.” 

You saw him nod and look at the ground out of the corner of your eye. “Uriel’s got you fucked up, man.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I know.” 

“And I know what he told you to do.”

Your heart nearly stopped. You took a moment to steady yourself before saying, “How?”

“C’mon, (Y/N),” he said. “You’re my best friend. Things have been… different, but I still know you.” Tension hung thick in the air while you waited for Sam’s next words. “He told you to kill me if I used my powers again, didn’t he?”

You nodded.

You heard him draw in a breath. “Are you going to?”

You hesitated. 

Sam scoffed.

“It’s not like I want to, Sam,” you stated evenly, still staring out at Dean and Anna. “If I don’t do what Uriel says, he’s gonna make me torture Dean.”

All function in Sam’s body stopped; you could almost feel it even though you still weren’t looking at him. “What?” he breathed out.

“Why do you think I do anything he says?” you laughed through the lump welling up in your throat.

“Does Dean know?” Sam questioned.

You shook your head.

“(Y/N/N), we gotta tell him—”

“No, Sam, we don’t have to do anything,” you cut him off, turning toward him for the first time. “He’s got too much on his fuckin’ plate right now. I won’t do that to him.”

“Don’t you think he could maybe… take away some of the guilt you’re feeling?” he suggested.

You turned away again. “No. It’d only make it worse.”

****

Sam brought you back inside to show you what he’d found; a tree had popped up in an empty clearing within a week in Union, Kentucky. He theorized that’s where Anna’s grace was, and Anna agreed.

However, her grace wasn’t there.

You, Anna, Ruby, and the Winchesters headed into an abandoned barn beyond the tree. 

“We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room,” Dean suggested.

Ruby scoffed. “What, forever?”

“I'm just thinking out loud!”

“Oh, you call that thinking?”

You squeezed the bridge of your nose, a pounding headache forming. 

“Hey!” Sam protested. “Hey, hey, hey. Stop it.”

“Anna's grace is gone,” Ruby stated, clearly ignoring him. “You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side, maybe, but not both. Not at once.”

“Um… guys? The angels are talking again.”

The four of you waited for Anna to explain. 

“It's weird; like a recording, a loop. It says, ‘Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or…’ “ she cut herself off. 

“Or what?” you asked. 

“ ‘Or we hurl him back to damnation.’ “

“Alright, time’s up, sister,” you said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her outside. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N), wait!” Dean grunted, stomping after you. 

Anna tried to wriggle away. “(Y/N), let me go! You’re hurting me!” 

“Uriel!” you called. 

Dean clapped a hand over your mouth, your surprise giving Anna the opportunity to get away from you. You shook him off you and spun around with your eyes burning in anger. “The fuck, Dean?!” 

“The hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted. 

“Me?” you argued. “What’s wrong with you?! Do you want to go back?”

“No, but I’m not gonna send some girl to her death off-rip!” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. 

“What?” he probed, seeing you had something more on your mind. “(Y/N), what?!”

“Nothing, I just find your protectiveness of her really interesting.” You licked your teeth, quirking a brow. 

Dean scoffed and shook his head. “Seriously?” he nearly deadpanned. “You’re pulling that card?”

You furrowed your brows. “It’s not a card, Dean, I can see it! If fucking her is worth going to Hell for, then, by all means.” You threw your hands up in Anna’s direction, noticing that Sam, Ruby, and the angel had all backed away from you and Dean. 

“Where is this coming from? Is this really the time to pick a fight?” he asked. 

You closed your eyes, frowning. “You’re right. Let me go waste my fucking time researching how to kill and angel or a demon with no knife and take on multiple at once. All over one bitch.” You stormed away in complete fury. 

Anna tried to say something to you as you passed. You wheeled around to her and got in her face. “You say one more fucking thing to me, and you’re gone, you got it? I will get Uriel down here so fucking fast, it’ll make your head spin.”

****

You took a machete out to the surrounding woods and just hacked at as many trees as you possibly could. You stood in the center of a ring of six, almost like you were staging a battle, and swung at each with all your might. 

Then, you sat down against one of the trees you’d hacked at. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the bark of the tree. Then, you heard talking a little ways off from you. It was just barely there, but you heard enough murmurings to get your attention. As you crept closer, you felt your blood begin to boil. 

“A little scared, I guess,” the voice you identified as Anna’s was saying. “So, um... Dean... I just wanted to thank you.”

You were close enough now that you were a tree trunk’s distance away from the two figures standing near the Impala.

“For what?” he asked. 

“Everything. You guys— you didn't have to help me—”

Dean cut her off. “Hey, let's can the ‘thanks for trying’ speech, y’know? Participation trophies suck ass.”

She sighed. “I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Dean told her. 

“I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay.”

“Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for,” he said, his voice carrying a weight. 

“I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it.”

“Okay. what?”

“About a week ago, I heard the angels talking,” she started. “About you. What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself.”

“Anna, I don't w-want to, uh... I don't want to... I can't talk about that,” Dean stammered. You knew him well enough to know he was keeping tears at bay.

“I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help,” she said. “You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say.” 

Then, you heard something that nearly had you slitting her throat. She kissed him. Your Dean. 

Thankfully, you didn’t need to reveal yourself. 

“Whoa,” Deans said. “Uh, Anna, you’re great, and all, but (Y/N)’s my girl.”

Despite everything, he still called you that. That made you incredibly grateful, and you were angry at yourself for doubting him. 

“Oh, uh,” she said, “I’m sorry. I just thought— I mean, you never denied being attracted to me when she said something about it earlier.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied. “And I should have.”

Anna clicked her tongue. “Guess I misread things, then.”

A silence followed. 

��I’m sorry,” she finally told him. Then, you heard leaves crunching as she walked away and back toward the barn where Ruby and Sam were preparing for war. 

When she was far enough away, you walked out from behind your tree, apparently scaring the hell out of Dean.

“Jesus, (Y/N),” he said when he saw you. “You scared the crap outta me.” A small smile tugged at your lips. “Need to go change your drawers?”

He snorted. “I think I’ll be good.”

An almost awkward silence passed between the two of you. 

“Guess you heard all that, huh?” he asked. 

You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said. 

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. 

Dean shoved his hands in his pockets. “What’s goin’ on with us, sweetheart?”

You felt both hurt and warmth from his familiar nickname. “It’s not you, Dee, it’s me.” Your lip trembled. 

“Then, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” he begged. 

“I can’t.”

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” Dean probed. “We can’t fix us if you don’t tell me.” “He wants me to kill Sam,” you finally said. 

Dean froze. “What?”

“If Sam uses his powers again, Uriel wants me to kill him,” you told him. “And, Dean, I can’t promise you that I won’t if he does.”

Dean furrowed his brow. “What, why?”

“Because you know what he will make me do to you if I don’t listen,” you reminded him. 

“You realize if you… kill Sam, I will never forgive you, right?” Dean said in complete disbelief.

“It’s not like I want to! But I will not put you through what I’m capable of. I won’t do it.” 

He took a moment to think but finally nodded. “Okay.” You cocked your head to the side. “Okay?”

“We’ll find a way out. He won’t use ‘em again, I promise,” he told you. 

You nodded. “Okay.” The relief he was bringing to you made you feel safe enough to let it all out. Tears started flowing freely, and Dean brought you into his chest. “I don’t wanna have to hurt him, Dean,” you hiccuped. “He’s my best friend. And— And I don’t want you to hate me if Uriel makes me hurt him.”

“Hey, let’s not even go there, alright?” Dean said. “We’re not even gonna consider that possibility.” 

You nodded against his chest and sniffed. You looked up at him, eyes still shining as you tried to collect yourself. 

Almost as if spellbound, he said, “You are so beautiful.”

Immediately, you wound your arms around his neck and kissed him. He reciprocated the action, tugging your waist closer to him and biting your lower lip. 

You pulled on his hair with one hand and slid your other down his chest. Then, you slipped your fingers between his belted jeans and stomach, making him suck in a sharp breath. 

“Backseat?” he asked you. 

“Backseat.” 

Every time you and Dean had sex, it was an out-of-this-world experience. He always made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him. Each roll of his hips, each kiss down your neck conveyed everything his words couldn’t. He completely worshipped you; not just your body. Everything in the way he treated you told you he loved you from the inside out. 

You tried to give him that same love. He was your everything, and you wanted him to feel that, too. Despite the storm going on inside you, he was the one thing you were completely sure of. He was the one person you enjoyed fighting with. You’d rather fight with him than love anyone else. Dean Winchester was it for you, and you hoped the way you held him to your chest while he slept conveyed that. 

Soon, your breathing began to match his, the way you stroked his hair slowed, and you drifted off to sleep as well. 

****

When you and Dean woke up, he seemed a lot more stressed than he had been the night before. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked him. 

He shook his head. “Just a bad dream.”

“I’m sorry,” you told him. 

He sat up between your legs and tugged on a fresh shirt from his duffel bag. “It’s fine.” At your concerned look, Dean rubbed the inside of your bare thigh to reassure you. “It’s fine, I’m good.”

The two of you went inside the barn to see if Sam had found anything interesting through the night. 

“I don't know, man,” Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“So, nothing, then, I’m guessing,” you said. 

He shook his head. “Where's Ruby?”

“Hey, she's your Hell buddy.” Dean took a swig of his flask. 

“Little early for that, isn't it?” Anna laughed, the sound of her voice making your blood boil. 

“It's two a.m. somewhere,” Dean replied, voice distant.

“You okay?” she asked him. 

“He’s fine,” you snapped. 

Then, the doors flew open. 

“Hello, Anna,” Castiel said, voice as gravelly as ever. “It's good to see you.”

“How? How did you find us?” Sam asked, confused and startled.

“Dean?”

Dean turned to Anna. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Sam asked. 

“Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me or kill her,” Anna explained, nodding at you. “I know how their minds work.” She looked up at Dean, who couldn’t seem to meet her eyes. “You did the best you could. I forgive you.” Then, she stepped forward. “Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready.”

“I'm sorry,” said Castiel. 

The angel shook her head. “No, you're not; not really. You don't know the feeling.”

He shrugged. “Still, we have a history. It's just—”

“Orders are orders, I know.” She drew in a breath. “Just make it quick.”

Then, a bleeding Ruby appeared with a demon and Alastair. “Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head,” the latter sneered. 

“How dare you come in this room, you pussing sore?” Uriel growled. 

Alastair chuckled darkly. “Name-calling. That hurt my feelings, you sanctimonious, fanatical prick.” 

“Turn around and walk away now,” Castiel ordered.

“Sure,” the demon shrugged. “Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper.”

“You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now, or we lay you to waste.” 

“Think I'll take my chances.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You drew one of your knives from your jacket and threw it at Alastair. He caught it easily, chuckling. Then, all Hell broke loose. Castiel attacked Alastair, Uriel exorcised the other demon, and you stood back near Sam. 

Then, Alastair tried to exorcise Castiel. Dean reacted by picking up a crowbar and hitting him over the head with it. 

Alastair turned around slowly. “Dean, Dean, Dean... I am so disappointed. You had such promise.”

Your attention was quickly taken away from Dean and the demon by Anna rushing Uriel. She smashed the pendant from around his neck on the ground, and a brilliant white light began to flow into her mouth. “Shut your eyes,” she said, quietly at first. “Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!”

You cowered into Sam’s side, the two of you shielding each other with your jackets. When it seemed the light had gone away, you reopened your eyes. Uriel, Castiel, and Ruby’s knife were all that remained of the battle. 

“Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared,” Dean taunted. 

“This isn’t over,” Uriel said.

“Oh, it looks over to me, junkless,” your partner retorted. 

Castiel and Uriel disappeared. 

“You okay?” Sam asked Ruby. 

She shook her head. “Not so much.”

“What took you so long to get here?”

“Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured,” she scoffed. 

You shook your head, smiling slightly. Of course, the Winchesters had a bigger plan all along. 

“I got to hand it to you, Sammy. Bringing them all together all at once; angels and demons. It was a damn good plan,” Dean told his little brother. 

The brunet shrugged. “Yeah, well, when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight.”

You rolled your eyes. “Now you’re just bragging.”

“So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy; wherever she is.”

“I doubt it,” you murmured. 

****

When all was said and done, you and the boys were off again. 

About four hours into your drive, Dean pulled off to the side of the road for a bit of reprieve. 

Sam took the opportunity to get a beer out of the trunk, and the three of you sat on the hood of the car together. 

“I can’t believe we made it out of there,” Dean said. 

“Again,” you snorted. You reached across Dean to clink your beer against Sam’s. 

Dean broke the momentary silence. “I know you heard him.”

Sam cocked his head to the side. “Who?”

“Alastair. What he said... about how I had promise.”

You stared down at the pavement in front of you knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. 

“I heard him,” Sam nodded solemnly.

“You’re not curious?”

“Dean, I'm damn curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing.”

Your partner took a deep breath. “It wasn't four months, you know.”

“What?”

“It was four months up here, but down there…” Dean trailed off. “I don't know. Time's different. It was more like forty years.”

“My god,” Sam murmured. 

“They, uh... “ Dean choked out. “They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you— until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly, I would be whole again; like magic. Just so they could start all over. And Alastair, at the end of every day— every one— he would come over. And he would make me an offer.” You could hear him holding back sobs. “To take me off the rack if I put souls on; if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines.” He paused, taking in a shuddering breath. “For thirty years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The— the things that I did to them.”

“Dean,” Sam tried. “Dean, look, you held out for thirty years. That's longer than anyone would have.”

The older Winchester couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. “How I feel— This— Inside me— I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.”

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[shalfeis]

I really like your hsr character as a cat can you do the other way around?

Like reader as their cat 👀?

cat!reader x astral express

possible ooc

The Astral Express often travels to a variety of places and planets, and it's no secret that the crew finds interesting curiosities, things, and so on from time to time. Or the residents themselves bring unusual items as a thank you.

Actually, this time you and the other crew members helped one merchant, and he showered you with thanks and gave you a whole box of various cool things.

Some were very ordinary and nondescript, others were a little more interesting. But what caught your attention the most was an amulet with a blue gemstone. Surprisingly, it perfectly matched your image, as if it was originally made especially for you.

You calmly walked with him all day and at some point began to feel strange. The last thing you remember is going to your room. You woke up on the floor, fumbling with your paws and meowing, instead of talking normally.

What happened next?

March 7 was the first to discover that you were missing. Although, like, she was just walking towards you, as you had agreed to spend the night, and found you. At first she didn't understand where the cat was coming from on board the train, but from your desperate attempts to explain and reactions, she guessed what was what.

She thinks you're charming. She didn't stop chirping about how cute you were and took a whole bunch of photos non-stop. You're afraid that the camera might run out of memory. And when she heard you meowing and purring softly from her caresses, that's it, March grabbed the blow. It's too charming.

Caelus didn't help either. He flew into March's room, saying something about trash and a recently released game along the way, and fell silent when he saw you. After a moment of hesitation, he joined March. Caelus wouldn't be Caelus if he didn't tease you and act like you're really a cat instead of a human in a cat's body.

Of course, it was fun with these two, but this situation started to bother you. I would like to get my original body back. But you couldn't not take advantage of your situation. So while March and Caelus were distracted by an argument about some nonsense, you slipped through the door and headed for the only sane person on the express.

To whom? That's right, to Dan Heng. Since Himeko and Welt were away because they were away on business, you could only count on him.

You prayed to find him in the archive, and fortunately, the eons heard you. He was sorting through the data when you snuck into his room. You gently touched his hand, and he was surprised to find a cat in his room.

- Hmm? Hmm, I don't remember that we took animals on an express train - Dany picked you up and began to examine you.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together and realize that you were in front of him.

Before he could come up with a plan of action, Caelus and March 7 came to him with a very guilty look, crying that they had lost you. However, they quickly calmed down when they saw you in Dan Heng's arms.

- Y/n, that's not fair! We almost had a heart attack! - Caelus looked offended and relieved at the same time.

- Exactly! You need to warn us before you go anywhere in this state! - March was indignant, although she gradually calmed down that you were okay.

You, as is typical of a cat, turned away from them, wagging your tail. I also made myself more comfortable at Dan Heng's. The three of you started a playful altercation, which caused the archivist to smile slightly. He was definitely enjoying this situation.

After calming down, they began to discuss what to do. Having made the most reasonable decision, Dan Heng contacted that merchant and began to ask about this amulet. As it turned out, he did not think that there was still energy in the amulet, so he gave it as a gift. Fortunately, the amulet's effect doesn't last longer than a day, so all you have to do is wait.

Although, sitting back and doing nothing is too boring, isn't it? That's what you thought, and you decided to have a pajama party in Dan Heng's room (not that he was against it). After a few hours, you were completely exhausted and fell asleep.

Upon returning to the train, Himeko and Welt found the four of you sleeping with your arms around each other. They giggled and decided not to wake you up, quietly going to another place to discuss a recent trip.

a/n: I thought it would be a bit boring to write as reader is a cat of the characters, as I did before, only the other way around, so this came out.

[andraxicated]

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲

Pairings: Gojo x f! reader

Tags: kitchen sex | raw doggy | food play | livin for toxic! gojo | male masturbation | dubcon | nipple play | arousal from possibility of getting caught | virginity loss | 'her' is used to refer to reader

a/n: this one's inspired by stargirl interlude because it had a chokehold on me since last year (also saw an art depicting the song like damn), might make a masterlist/event of these pieces that's inspired by explicit media hmm

gojo never knew why a person like you is working as one of his clan's maids. his six eyes sensed it the first time he saw you. the amount of cursed energy surging in your body is comparable to the average sorcerer. you already possess the minimum requirement to be qualified in jujutsu society, yet why are you here holding a tape measure and draping expensive fabric over his naked body?

satoru had to bite back a moan when your fingers ghosted over his stomach but the little sound he made didn't escape your ears. you momentarily stopped at his waistline, glancing up and making eye contact with your young master.

oh how you looked so delectable in satoru's eyes.

'so this is what you'd look like if you were sucking on my dick' he thought. and for someone who has the six eyes, his senses were on fire at that moment, something stirring in his pants with the strong flood of lust.

it was all because of your eyes that the sun glazed upon, lashes fluttering, and the cute questionable look on your face that appeared for a moment. then you got back to what you were doing as if nothing happened.

he noticed your shaky exhale though.

his member was growing beneath the kimono, looking up to the ceiling and biting his lip to control himself. but each touch on his body has him reeling as he suddenly let out a thunderous cough. your fingers froze in shock just at his knees.

satoru smacks his lips. "um-well I think that's enough for today. I'll just send the remaining measurements."

"yes young master" you reply as you immediately drew back and helped remove the kimono on his shoulders, satoru shrugging it off and putting his clothes back on.

he looks at you for a second. "I'll be back a few weeks later. Just in time for that old man's birthday." he says while wearing his shoes, his attention turning to scan your lowered body.

feeling the gaze of someone, you met his eyes once more. the inexplicable tension that lingered between the two of you filled the room. eyes speaking to each other amid the silence, attempting to know what the other was feeling.

then the six eyes sense someone approaching. satoru slides the door and exits without looking. one thing he noticed was your eyes, mesmerizing for some kind of reason. 'how do I describe it?' satoru asks himself, clutching his chin and letting his mind do the work.

he concludes that he found it to be full of life, a refreshing sight to look at amidst the dead eyes of the other servants.

he left you clenching the silk fabric, inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to hold back the pooling arousal. then how do you describe his gaze? you tell yourself satoru would never look at you like that but something inside you tells it was lustful.

gojo longed for you just as much to the point he's actually waiting for an old geezer's birthday party. counting the days 'til he sees you once more, to lock eyes and finally make a move on you—

"fuck" gojo groans, tapping his head to stop you from plaguing his thoughts. he's too damn busy saving the world to even think about a girl he just met. but he shivers in his seat when he remembers how you touched his body with your deft fingers and how ecstatic his heart gets that his dick responds by rising. is it too much to think about how good you'd be in bed?

in the quiet confine of his office, he began to pull his pants down while the hem of his shirt gets taken between his teeth, muffling the huffs of breath he makes. he's a moaner so of course he'll silence himself.

"oh fuck fuck fuck." he takes out his hard cock, wrapping his hand around it and hissing at the contact. satoru was supposed to say your name but he forgot to ask for it with the way his life being a sorcerer was hectic. nonetheless, he continues pumping up and down, closing his eyes and imagining it's your sweet pussy enveloping him. "you take me so good" satoru coos.

your quiet self turned into a cockdrunk whore would be his biggest fantasy, he'd be asking you if it'd hurt yet he'll go on anyway if you said yes coz he knows a good girl like you can take it. your kind always takes him the best.

a grin broke out on his face as he fists it faster, squeezing and tightening his hold like a real pussy would, imagining every filthy thing you'd do just to get him off. and that's where his mind created the idea of you masturbating to the thought of him too, touching yourself at your private quarters and craving to be filled with his cock.

it tips him off badly that his eyes squeezed shut beneath his blindfold, hips thrusting into his fist as his hand slides fast on the sensitive member until a muffled moan of "oh oh oh!" gets out at the same time as sticky white substance trickles out of the bulbous head.

he's so lost in his fantasy that he didn't have time to grab the tissue sitting nearby him. gojo sighs, looking at the mess he made on his hand, asking himself why is he pining so much for a nameless maid.

he then reaches for his phone, dialing a dreaded number and waiting for it to pick up. and when they did, he didn't bother listening to the greeting as it was cut off by his straightforward request.

"that maid who assisted me last time, assign her to me. i don't need a team of servants, just that girl is enough. i'll also be coming back to the estate sooner than I expected...what's her name again?"

said maid was getting herself busy at an ungodly hour. you were still so lost in your own orgasm that you just blankly stare at the wetness between your thighs. your kimono hiked up to your waist as you sit on your bed, flustered that you just did something dirty.

your shaky fingers try to touch the puffy folds again but you flinch at the slightest bit, wanting to enter once more to quench your thirst but you're too overstimulated at this point.

you plop back onto the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling and remembering the man who you thought about the whole time you were fingering yourself. masturbation clearly wasn't enough by the way you're immediately clenching your thighs.

"satoru~" you meekly whimper, testing how your tongue would pronounce his name if he's fucking you. and it had you squealing like a teenager with your pussy throbbing, toes curled, and feet kicking.

you needed the real deal. and luckily, both of you were waiting for the same thing.

it was finally the day of the birthday party, a garden one to which gojo scoffs at the pompous herd of people in the courtyard. he could destroy all of this in a flick of a finger but he decides not to spoil a dying man's last year because he has better things to do.

he trudges off to the renovated kitchen, designed to be modernized at his request, contrasting to the rest of the house. whistling with hands in his pockets, luckily, he sees you there decorating the cake of the day diligently. a wicked smile suddenly crept up his lips, tongue smoothing over as he approaches you, unable to conceal the giddy grin he was sporting.

"hey. didn't know you were quite the patissier." satoru leans on the counter, watching you push down the pipe filled with white cream to create decorative toppings. This innocent scene in front of him turns dirty thanks to his sick, perverted mind. You were just doing your job diligently yet it turns him on so much, his member was already painfully hard beneath his kimono.

He's doing his best not to whip it out and make you suck on it.

"do you need something, young master? i apologize that i cannot attend to you right now despite the arrangement. i was suddenly in charge of making the cake since it was-"

"they dumped this on you because they're too lazy to bake a fucking cake. you're getting picked on by the elders, shouldn't you be angry?" he asks and you don't reply as you're intently focused on the cake. one mistake and it could cost you your livelihood.

satoru sighs and passes a hand through his hair, looking at your figure fixated on your job. it looks like you have no reason to entertain this man any longer. "damn and I thought we were getting close" satoru said with false disappointment, watching your eyes slowly look at him and back to your work. he smirked, going around the corner of the counter and at your back where you could feel his large presence looming in, making you feel uneasy for you to suddenly have a shaky hand.

you could feel him closer, fear mixed in with anticipation and satoru senses that very well. he startles you by placing both of his hands on your hips. he also notices how the rise and fall of your chest quickened along with your heartbeat, he thinks it's cute for you to be so nervous around him.

"what happened? why don't you continue making the cake?"

you shook your head, trying to get his mental tricks out of your mind but his physical touch has you whipped. his slender fingers tease you by playing your body like a piano, moving upwards from your waist to settle at the underside of your breasts. your breath hitches, thighs clenching to form some kind of relief in this torture.

"answer me"

"I can't" You breathe out, feeling yourself about to either faint or cry.

"why not?"

"because you're touching me. it's not...appropriate."

satoru let out a "tsk" sound, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder, wanting to take a peek at your face but you're not letting him. "then is it appropriate for you touch yourself at the thought of your employer? your young master?"

you don't even wonder how he knew that but your eyes got big and whipped your head to look at him, fearing his next choice of words or his criticism of your actions. you might actually get kicked out of the household and live in the streets.

the thought of having no roof above your head scares you that tears spring up to your eyes, throat constricting. satoru's hand move to wipe those tears away, a frown on his face when he saw you about to break down.

"what are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours? hmm?" he coos closer at you, prompting you to speak. you let a shaky breath first before looking at him intently, bowing down in regret as you apologize.

"I'm sorry, it was inappropriate and I'll make sure it won't happen again-"

"yeah, I'll be mad if I go to your room and find out you're touching yourself." You freeze at his words and satoru had to bite back a laugh at how much he's affecting you. you're just too damn cute, he wanted to pinch your cheeks and smother you with kisses but he'll have time for that later.

"you know why?" he asks directly at you as you shook your head not knowing where this conversation is going.

"because it means I'm not pleasuring you. so for you not to do that anymore, I need to touch you and show you that you need me to feel good. to satisfy that itch between your thighs."

he motions at your clenched thighs as embarrassment filled you. he was too straightforward with his dirty words. your nails dug into the counter, scared of the outcome yet at the same time excited.

"you've taken care of me since I arrived here, you're the only person I care about in this house. so let me be good to you (y/n)." he finally knows your name, and satoru considers himself to be incredibly whipped because out of all the names he knows, yours sound the best.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask, feeling him press his growing member on your butt, rubbing and letting out soft mewls that went straight to your ear. he began grinding upwards with a roll of his body as if getting off on your clothed figure alone. but satoru was a greedy man and he wasn't going to settle for your held-back moans and untouched cunt. he wants you fucked up—dumb, incoherent, cock-hungry—on the kitchen counter with a chance of being seen, dripping with his precious seed that's supposed to be given to a woman with a better pedigree.

"prepping you" he replies.

and the thought of giving out blood pressure and heart attacks by indulging in you gets him all giddy. it's a total win for him when he suddenly rips your kimono with his bare hands, catching you off guard with your wide eyes and open mouth, quickly slipping his tongue in and molding for a french kiss.

it burned your desire even further as you tilt your head upward to get a better taste of him. your inexperienced technique was no match for his skills and gojo smiled when he realizes how sloppy of a kisser you are, loving the sweet taste of innocence on his tongue.

his lips felt plump against yours as is your folds that his long fingers are ghosting over. he then cups it, making you pull out of the kiss yet he attaches his lips over yours again, rendering you breathless.

"be quiet. wouldn't want someone to see this won't you?" he teases as he rips your clothing even further. the stretches of fabric hurt your ears as your whimpers of disapproval were long buried in his mouth.

you were then left naked and cold despite the warmth he was giving by pressing his body onto you, eliminating any space that his bulge sticks to your ass too much. satoru notices this and decides it was time for you to get all sweaty and messy. he has to fuck you right then and there as his dick decides.

the tip of his fingers prods your hole slowly, whispering sweet nothings as you squirm about how it was too big and long. gojo wanted to scoff at that and say something mean but he figured he should be good to you as you are to him.

"look at you, good girl. taking my finger so well, it's better than yours isn't it?" he nuzzles his nose at your neck, biting and sucking at the skin as he adds another finger to which you scream, finding the penetration of two fingers a bit too much. he doesn't even care if you make noise anymore. gojo firmly believes that you shouldn't be holding back moans when you're feeling good during sex, that's why he's going to unravel the slut inside you slowly at a time.

"no, satoru! take it out i'm too stuffed!" you held his wrist to push it away but it doesn't budge one bit. he smirks at how cute you are trying to overpower him and he pushes them deeper, watching you let out a loud moan.

"you called me satoru, i like it. but how are you going to take my cock when a mere finger is too much for you? huh?" he taunts, massaging your walls and pulling out to rip a whine out of you.

"i can take it! i can take your cock!" you suddenly exclaim and satoru takes it as a cue to start pulling it out of its confines.

"why the sudden change of heart?" the hard member twitches in his hand, leaking precum, begging to feel the warmth of your walls, and satoru hisses once he aligns the tip to your hole that's comparingly smaller. "answer my fucking question slut"

he's gonna fucking destroy you and both of you know it.

"owh!" his large hand met your ass, making you jolt in surprise before you reply. "coz it feels good when something's inside me" your voice went smaller with each word that gojo almost didn't quite catch what you were saying, but he did and it rose a smile on his face.

"i love honest girls" he says and pushes in with one quick thrust, opening your cunt wide open and devouring every space inside you, filling you to the brim with a sweep that has your mind reeling. gojo feels insanely thick inside you, giving pain with pleasure that has your pussy pulsing, evoking a low moan from him as he bit your neck.

"ah! ahhh! satoru~" you moan as he starts to move but you're too tight around him that it takes all of his willpower not to slam you on the counter and use you like a fleshlight.

"sweetheart, you're a virgin?" he pants, stopping his movements to let you adjust and feel what it's like to cockwarm. you nod at him shyly and he kisses your cheek then your lips, breaking off the heated exchange with a pinch to your nipple. "you just get so much better. i think i'm in love with you"

gojo then starts to pull out only to rut inside you like an animal, bumping you against the counter that your nails dig and scratch painfully on the flat surface, loosely holding onto the edge for dear life as you scream with each penetration of his big cock.

"satoru! y-you're too much I'm gonna break! aw! oh!" he only laughs at your moans while gripping your hips, giving him good control of how he wants your body to be. he could honestly go worse than this, he could be merciless and not care about your limits but for your first time he'll take it easy on you.

"lift your ass, give me a good arch sweetheart." gojo instructs and you follow, sticking your ass out for him as he pumps in deeper, hitting your sweet spot like he couldn't stop. you could even hear how sexy his moans are along with his balls slapping against you.

"y'know I like sweets"

"what?" you spoke out of confusion and he suddenly swipes a finger on the icing, poking the soft texture deep enough to destroy it, bits and pieces crumbling down in front of you like how hours of effort have been in vain.

you could care less but your heart still dropped, kinda hurt how you made it all pretty only to be destroyed by gojo with a swish of his hand.

he cooed at how your expression looked sad yet he dismissed it by fucking you harder, thinking somehow the pleasure will win you over. "it's just a fucking cake to them. they won't appreciate your efforts no matter what you do, so don't bother."

"i know-" you were supposed to say more but gojo's hand suddenly shoved icing into your mouth, filling it with his large fingers to shut you up yet the skin slapping was no means quiet.

"there's—ohhh! ah~ a—a person coming. they must be looking for me" gojo tries to make coherent sentences between moans, too lost in the feeling of your cunt spasming on him and letting him ease his cock in. your virgin pussy was too good for that it secretly had his eyes rolling back onto his head, the tips of his ears red along with his flush cheeks.

gojo takes his fingers out of your mouth, letting you breathe so you don't black out. "t-then stop! we'll get caught!" you tap his arm, trying to get him off you but you only push him deeper from behind, making him moan.

he may not care about what happens when you get caught because he's always going to be off the hook, yet you know it won't end nicely for a maid like you. fear crept into your body as your shaky eyes could only wait for the figure to come in and see you debauched.

"i'll try to be quiet too" satoru's other hand went over to the cake once more, swiping the white cream to be put at the top of your sensitive peaks. you shiver at the cold sticky feeling. "ready? his head rests on your shoulder and looks up grinning with his blindfolded eyes.

"i wanna see you satoru. take off the blindfold." you whisper and satoru gives a cheeky smile before doing what you wanted.

it was the prettiest shade of blue you've ever seen. like a rare diamond that you would love to stare at forever because it's yours. pulling you in deeper until the only thing you're thinking about is him.

"looks like someone's forgetting who's in charge" gojo whispers back amidst your lovestruck gaze at him. he was used to that kind of gaze thrown at him but there's something different about yours that he wishes he was the only one who receives it.

gojo clears his throat, embarrassingly got lost in your eyes, and had a little daydream of his own. he smiles and looks at the icing melting on your boobs. "oops! gotta clean them up!" he giddily attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, licking and toying them around with his tongue as his way of being quiet. he pinches the other one and pulls, squeezing the mounds to make it harder for you to keep quiet.

you had your eyes shut as gojo was busy sucking on your nipple, addicted to watching your face morph into pleasure and the feeling of your softness between his teeth. he gave kisses to both of the mounds, lapping the area around them while he was thrusting at a slow yet deep pace, one that elicits sobs from you each time he plunges back.

"satoru-! i'm-hmph! ohhhh i-ahhhh" you were beginning to tighten like crazy. as you started reciprocating his thrusts and gojo knew you had to feel him rough to get off. he was very reluctant to leave those peaks, giving them a long final suck before cupping both of them to return to his proper position facing your back.

he was close too, he could feel it coming, he could feel you too.

and so his cock pulls out at an agonizing pace to switch to pounding you into the counter. staccato moans came out from your lips and you had to cover both hands over your mouth to keep it. gojo didn't like that and decided it was time to reveal the little game he played just to taste your titties.

"it's okay, be loud as much as you want. they're in the courtyard having some fun" he says, fixated on your ass jiggling with each thrust, your walls constricting against his cock and that spongy spot he keeps hitting like a goal.

the loud chorus of the happy birthday song began to echo with so many guests outside and it just made you remember how disrespectful you were being, getting fucked by the young master with the sun still out, nonetheless in a space that anyone could walk into.

"i can't!" you choked out words the best you can and satoru scoffed at how ridiculous you were being. he just wanted to hear your fucking moans, wanted to hear how good he makes you feel. if this rhythm isn't enough then he starts to go hard befitting of his stamina, successfully ripping a scream out of you.

he laughed, pushing his slick-covered cock in. "listen, there was no one around in the first place, sweetheart. you don't think i planned out all of this to fuck you in the kitchen just for someone to come ruin it?" each snap of his hips makes you lose your mind, letting him take you from behind as you scramble to organize your thoughts about what he just said. you wanted to look back at him and ask why did he do all of this but the feeling of his large cock surrenders you to him.

"s-stop! ahhh! it-it's coming!" you feel a wave of pleasure washing over you, coming from your center that's still accommodating his girth. it was different than when you do it yourself, it hit hard like a truck that released all your pent-up sexual frustrations, bringing you to a state of clarity yet making you limp like a lifeless ragdoll that's waiting for its owner to stop playing. especially, your poor legs that stand on so little strength.

your arms gave up with your head and laid flat against the counter, not knowing when was this going to stop because your pussy feels incredibly sore each time he slams in. gojo then began to whine like a bitch, saying things about how you're so tight and he's so lucky to get to feel your pussy first. not that anyone will come next.

"fuck fuck!-(y/n)! ohhhh i-i'm coming! take it you fucking slut!" he groans, surprising you by pinching your clit and swirling his hand around your pussy, thrusting with his ass clenched so hard that you actually think the cockhead knocked on your womb with the way you lurched forward for the final time.

"happy birthday to me...feels like my fucking birthday." he mutters to himself, spilling his warm seed deep inside you, watching some of it begin to spurt out despite still keeping you plugged. he wanted to plant himself inside you as a claim of territory, making it clear to you and everyone that from now on, you're his.

"i feel full" you babble and relish at the feeling of being blessed by the gojo heir's seed, some of it already trickling down your thighs. "so tired. feels like I'm going to pass out"

and you did pass out from the fatigue of waking up early to learn a recipe for nothing—and from getting railed on the countertop for the first time.

this won't be the last time as gojo's keeping you for himself. he never wanted anything from this household except for you, his handmaid. so he's gonna call ijichi for a ride, get someone to pack your stuff, and keep you nice and warm in the comfort of his own home.

he's taking you to jujutsu high not for the reason of actually making you useful with your cursed energy. you're way too pretty to fight ugly curses anyway. and he's pretty sure, you would love to have your life turn around and become a princess, his princess.

after all, it was his handmaiden's fantasy.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Hello, as far as I understood I can write write a request here. Is it possible for you to write the next part of "Fitful dance" (Emperor of mankind x reader) or something else with yandere! Emps? (Add hot kiss pls)

"Hello! I heed your call, do not worry. I remember. All keep in mind that I have other requests too. Patience is quality and key." - Ichor

Tagged - "@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

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TW: Yandere, Bulling Emps' For The Fun of It, Hot Kiss Acquired.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| {Chapter II} - {Chapter IV}

The Emperor has not yet decided for you to be in his universe. At least, not just yet. He was more interested on... avoiding his duties for a while, and well. He can see the… undesirable consequences he could get from just snatching you up. Even if he really wants to. He's going to be... strategic about how he wants to take you in more ways than one. He didn't become a being of power for being unwise.

If he were to take you back now it would not doubt... frazzle you. You would be out of your element, not that he would be complaining. You would be more "satiable" to his advances, and you wouldn't know of his world that he plans to plant you in. So, that's another plus, but the only reason he hasn't taken you back yet is because of his own creations. His sons: Some would hate you, not that he would really care either, but others would... grow on you. He knows it, and it's not a thought he can particularly think through.

"So, uhh, how did you find my address?" Your question brings him back to this reality. His eyes not even blinking as he turns to look at you. A small, charming smile appearing on his face.

"Who would I be if I told you?" He answers you, and you're not amused by it. That sounded incredibly cryptic, potentially dangerous in all ways. For one: He could be some mafia boss. Two? A hitman playing as a charming prince. Three? A playboy trying to get on your nerves and your pants.

"Alright then..." You say, gathering your thoughts the best you can without freaking out of how in the hells he even found you. Your brain trying to make sense that he would be that of option 1 or 2 in a more likely way. "Let me rephrase: Who are you?"

"Hmm, smart one, are you?" He smiles a bit too brightly again, and you have an itch to tell him to stop smiling. "Many called me Anathema."

"Anathema?" You repeat his words, rising your brow. Disbelief written on your face. "That sound like a girls' name. At most, a sort of medical condition."

"Amusing, isn't it?" He laughs; it sounds forced. His long ass legs shifting their weight while he stands in the middle of your living room and you on your couch. "For your inquiry, it means monstrosity or a curse."

"Why would your parent name you that?" You let your mind speak for you, not at all regretful of them. This dude did just walk up to your house and won't tell you how he got your address. You deserve some recompense for that.

"Bold too." He more like comments, his tone going neutral, almost boring-like. His eyes looking you over as if he was debating something. Not answering your question.

"Well, you are not sunshine and rainbows yourself, clearly." You muse at the man, shifting yourself on your couch to sit up straighter. "You won't tell me how you got my address. Thats a red flag you know."

"Red flag?" He tilts his head a centimeter to his right, giving you a risen brow. "What do you speak off?"

"Seriously?" You match his expression, looking him over yourself as if he asked you a dumb ass question, and he practically did. "You all dressed up like you own thousands of corporates, dancing at parties, pulling random people towards you, and stalking me to my address is not alarming to you? Have you lost your logic? Your Common sense?"

He pauses to think on your words that would have gotten you killed for even questioning him and insulting him in all one go. His eyes seemingly going through you as he thinks upon your words. This "red flag" explanation you give is something that is... unsafe; dangerous, and well if he is thinking logical... he was one such in a way.

"You speak ill of me." He states, narrowing his amber eyes at you that seem to shift to a golden color for a split second. The smallness of such a reveal causing the hairs on your neck to rise.

"Yeah, no shit sherlock." Yet, you continue to use the foul words against him. Your world able to speak more freely than his world... Something that he misses but also hates at the same time. That freedom of speech, but also the restriction of it.

"You always talk to new bas- people like this?" He questions you, tilting his head to his left this time. His hands stuffed in the front pockets of his suit pants. "I do not recall you dismissing my dance so easily."

"To people that somehow have my address, yes." You nod, standing up from the couch and brushing yourself off. "And for your inquiry, that was not a dance nor an invitation."

"Really?" He challenges you, looking down at you even when you stand up. His hair waving as if a small draft was inside of your own home. "You were rather quite gentle in your... teachings."

"So, you did notice that I was silently teaching you something." You step forward into his space, looking up at him. His hands in his pockets itching to come out and grasp at you but holds himself still, for a moment. "Yet you cannot notice how coming to my home without an explanation is something you can't learn? Man, what did your parents teach you? Nothing?"

"My, you certainly have a tongue on you..." He comments, the area around you shifting to something darker, intimidating. A random breeze of chill going down your spine.

"I believe I have the right to be so." You huff, folding your arms over your chest, never faulting with the man. "You won't tell me jack shit-!"

One of his gloved hands fly out from his pocket and swipe forward, grasping a bit tightly at your neck and pulling you in close. The simple, hidden touch sending a shiver down his own spine while he kisses you with sudden roughness that it surprises you. Your hands only able to come up and settle on his chest to stabilize yourself. His form taller than yours as he makes himself to be that way.

You can feel how his lips press against yours. His tongue coming to pry them apart and slide through your teeth to taste your own tongue that doesn't recuperate back. A pleased hum escaping his as he tilts his head a bit more to shove his tongue anywhere inside of your mouth as he pleases, taking advantage of your surprise. His eyes a bit more of a glowing, golden color while he keeps you still within his grasp, making you stay in place just in case before he pulls away with that bright ass grin again, his tongue licking up the combined saliva as if it was a noodle. His hand on your neck moving to cradle your cheek with his thumb under your earlobe.

"Have anything else foul to say?" He purrs slightly, thumbing at you. His tongue licking his teeth inside of his mouth before his lips. His amber eyes watching you with amusement at how dumbfounded you look.

"Next time, I'm shoving a pencil down your throat." You threaten him with a growl, shoving him away, or more like pushing yourself off him as he stays in his place. His hands moving to behind his back.

"Oh? So, there is a next time?" He rumbles sweetly, keeping up that annoying ass grin. A few of your nerves breaking at his cockiness.

[ministerlo]

Roommate Troubles

You had Ash as a roommate, he was what you would imagine an average American guy looked like, he wasn't that tall and didn't have that much muscle, with equal brown hair and brown eyes, you had been roommates for a couple years now. You know that he’s gay and had a crush on you, but you do not understand why, as you were just as average as he was however, what you didn't know was that Ash believed that you had amazing potential to become his boyfriend however, he believes that you needed some, gentle suggestions. So he has been practicing hypnosis so he can finally make you his. One day, he walks into your room, holding a pendant

"Hey Jackson, I’ve been practicing some hypnosis and was wondering if I could try it on you" he asked a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Your naive self didn't think that it would work, so you thought why not? why not indulge him, after all if you didn't he would just annoy you until you finally conceded. So you agreed.

He smiles widely, clearly excited at the prospect. "Awesome, thanks, Jack! Just sit back, relax, and focus on my voice, okay?"Ash puts on a calm, soothing tone as he begins the induction.

"Imagine yourself in a peaceful place... a warm beach at sunset, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore. Feel the soft sand beneath you, the gentle breeze on your skin. With each breath, let go of any tension or stress..."His eyes lock onto yours intensely as he continues guiding you deeper under. "Your eyelids are growing heavy... they're like lead weights pulling down on your lashes. Soon, they'll close all the way, and when they do, you'll be in an even deeper state of relaxation." Ash slowly circles around behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Just let go, Jack".

You slowly fall into a deep trance, feeling yourself relax beneath Ash's ministrations, following his instructions as you slowly let go, and sink into the trance like state.

Ash pauses for a moment, giving you time to process before continuing. "I'm going to count backward from three, and when I reach one, you'll open your eyes feeling refreshed and focused. But here's the important part - you won't remember anything we just did together, not until I trigger it later with a special word, Relax, which will bring you back to this state. Ready? Ash counts down quietly. "Three... two... one! When you blink, open your eyes," he gives you a reassuring smile. "How are you feeling, Jack? Relaxed? Energized?"

You blink awake, feeling strangely refreshed despite having no memory of the hypnosis session. "Hmm, yeah, actually pretty good. That was weird, though, I don't recall what happened while I was out. What were you doing back there anyway?" I glance around, just enjoying the relaxation not given any reason to doubt my roommate.

Ash steps back slightly, trying to play it cool, but his eyes still smolder with mischievousness. "Oh, nothing much, just some meditation techniques I've been exploring. It's supposed to help clear the mind." He chuckles lightly, attempting to brush off the intensity of the moment. "But enough about that, how about we grab some lunch? I'm starving after our little experiment." Ash offers you a friendly smile, hoping to change the subject and hide his true intentions. As you both head out, Ash can't help but think about the progress he made today. He's getting closer to making you his, and soon you'll be putty in his hands, eager to please him and worship him as his lover.

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As you're both lounging on the couch watching TV, Ash casually reaches over and places his hand on your thigh. His touch is light but deliberate, testing the waters. "So, Jack," he says, his voice low and smooth,  "I've been thinking... maybe we should have a little fun tonight. Nothing too crazy, just some board games and snacks. What do you say?" Ash's gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he waits for your response. In reality, he has no intention of playing harmless games. This is just the beginning of his plan to break down your defenses and make you vulnerable to his manipulation and hypnosis.

You look at Ash's hand on my thigh and feel a sliver of disgust slide down your back, You ask him to remove his hand. There's something about the casual yet intentional touch that makes me uneasy, not used to and not wanting his touch. "you shake your head, trying to clear the confusing thoughts. "Board games, huh? Yeah, sure, that sounds fine." you nod, deciding to play along for now. "As long as it's not too late, I guess we could give it a try." you shift slightly, trying to create some distance between us without being rude. Ash's proximity is starting to unnerve you.

Ash withdraws his hand, but the heat of his touch lingers on your skin. He nods understandingly, pretending not to notice the unease he's causing. "Wait a second, I'll set everything up." He gets up from the couch and walks towards the living room table, where he keeps a stash of board games. A few minutes later, Ash returns with a game box in hand. "Alright, I picked out a classic - Monopoly. It should be fun!" He sets the game down on the coffee table and pats the spot beside him invitingly.

You finish the episode and stand up, stretching lazily. you walk over to Ash "Monopoly, huh? Okay, let's give it a shot." You sit down next to Ash, trying to ignore the proximity of his body. The game box feels warm from his handling. As you begin setting up the game, Ash's fingers brush against yours, sending another spark of electricity through me. I pull my hand back quickly, focusing intently on arranging the properties and chance cards. "So, do we want to play as usual, or..."

Ash grins mischievously as he watches you fumble with the game pieces, clearly uncomfortable by his "accidental" touches. Why don't we spice things up a bit? Why don't you just relax." His eyes gleam with excitement at the prospect of exploiting your vulnerabilities.

Almost immediately you fall into the deep trance that you had the first time you fell under Ash's control. The word seems to have an instant effect, your body relaxing into the couch cushions as your mind starts to drift. Your eyelids grow heavy. Ash takes advantage of your weakened state, his hand gliding smoothly over the bulge in your pants.

Ash continues to caress your face, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline as he speaks in a soothing, hypnotic tone. "When you're under my spell, your body will respond instinctively. You'll grow hard and eager. And outside of these sessions, remember to take care of yourself. Hit the gym regularly, build up that lean muscle mass. A strong, fit body will only enhance the pleasure you will give me." He pauses, letting his words sink in.

Your eyelids flutter open and close, still hazy from the trance. You nod slowly, your voice slurred. "Y-yes, Ash... I'll obey. Serve you..." Your hips twitch involuntarily as Ash's hand starts to massage your erection through your pants. A soft moan escapes your lips, showing your growing arousal. "G-gym... I'll go to the gym..." I mumble, trying to focus on his commands despite the fog in my mind. "Get harder... for you..." You mumble through the haze of trance

""I'm going to count backwards from three, and when I reach one, you'll open your eyes feeling refreshed and focused. But here's the important part - you won't remember anything we just did together, except you will remember the order I gave you in the back of your mind, you won't remember them but you will follow them regardless. Ash counts down quietly. Three... two... one!"" When you blink open your eyes, you forget what has happened while you were in a trance

You blink rapidly, your gaze focusing on Ash's face as you sit up straight. For a moment, you seem disoriented, but then a bright smile spreads across my features. "Hey, sorry about that! I think I dozed off for a second." You chuckle lightly, running a hand through your hair. "Ready to start the game now?" There's no sign of the earlier tension or confusion in your expression. It's as if the entire trance sequence never occurred, leaving behind only a lingering sense of Ash's presence and the faintest hint of... anticipation? "Let's see who wins this round of Monopoly, shall we?" You picked up the game piece, and your competitive spirit was rekindled.

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The Next Day

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The following day, you wake up with an inexplicable urge to hit the gym. Despite having no prior interest in fitness, you find yourself driven to get in shape. After a quick breakfast, you head to the nearest gym and sign up for a membership on the spot. Over the next few weeks, you develop a consistent workout routine, often arriving at the gym early in the morning before heading home. Your muscles begin to tone, and you notice changes in your physique that you hadn't anticipated.

As you continue your new gym regimen, Ash observes your progress with satisfaction.

One evening, after a particularly intense workout, you return home exhausted but exhilarated, however excited to take a shower. Ash greets you at the door, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your damp, sweat-slicked form. "Wow, Jack, you look amazing! All that your exercise is really paying off". He steps closer, his fingers trailing lightly over your chest and abs, feeling the definition of your muscles. "You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should celebrate your progress with a special reward. Something to help you relax?" cupping the front of your shorts and feeling your hardening cock a suggestive squeeze through the fabric.

Your eyes glaze over, and you feel your body succumbing to the trance once more. As Ash leads you towards the bedroom, you stumble slightly, your legs unsteady beneath you. Once inside, Ash gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands roaming over your chest and stomach as he positions himself above you. His eyes lock with yours, filled with affection. As you fall into trance, Ash begins to kiss and explore your mouth, his tongue delving deep as he claims your lips.

Ash's kisses intensify, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. One hand trails down to grasp your throbbing erection, stroking it firmly through your shorts. "As I touch you like this, you'll feel an increasing need, a burning desire to please me. To make me feel good." His other hand slips under your shirt, fingertips tracing the contours of your abs and pecs. The touch sends shivers down your spine, your body responding eagerly to his ministrations. "Remember, whenever you hear 'relax', you'll submit fully, letting go of all inhibitions. Now, focus on the pleasure building inside you, Jack. Focus on making me feel good." Ash's voice drops to a whisper, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to tease and tantalize your senses.

Ash breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he gazes at you with a mix of lust and possession. "From now on, I want you to resist the temptation of frequent showers after your workouts. Allow the sweat to linger, to soak into your skin and clothes. It'll add to your appeal, making you smell deliciously masculine." His hand drifts down to your groin once more, giving your cock a possessive stroke. "And I have another request. I want you to purchase some jockstraps and wear them during your gym sessions. Not only will it highlight your impressive physique, but it'll also provide a snug, restrictive fit that will heighten your arousal and sensitivity." Ash's eyes gleam with dark promise as he issues his final command.

Ash's fingers trail along your jawline, his thumb brushing over your lips as he brings you back to consciousness. "Wake up now, Jack. Remember nothing, but recall my instructions. They'll guide you without you even realising it." As your eyes flutter open, the haze of the trance lifts, leaving you feeling refreshed and alert. However, a subtle, nagging sense lingers at the back of your mind – a faint awareness of the orders Ash imparted during your trance state. You shake your head slightly, dismissing the odd feeling. With a yawn, you stretch out on the bed, and fall asleep.

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The following morning, you wake up with a strange, almost primal craving. As you head to the gym, you deliberately skip taking a shower beforehand, allowing the sweat from yesterday's workout to still cling to your skin and clothes. At the gym, you browse the athletic wear section and pick up a few pairs of jockstraps, feeling a thrill of excitement as you try them on in the changing room. The snug, restricting fit sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't wait to wear them during your next workout. As you exercise, the jockstraps chafe against your sensitive skin, heightening your arousal with each rep and set. By the time you finish, beads of sweat have formed on your brow, mingling with the perspiration already coating your body. However, while you usually would have been ecstatic to go take a shower, this time, you felt a deep, revolting feeling to that want. And as you're getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of your own musk, the combination of yesterday's sweat and today's exertion. A smirk plays on your lips as you realize how arousing the scent is to you. As you drift off to sleep, you find yourself dreaming of the gym, of the jockstraps hugging your thighs, and of the way your body responds to the restriction and friction. When you wake up the next morning, the memories of the dreams are fuzzy, but the urge to return to the gym and indulge in the sensations remains strong.

As weeks pass, you've grown accustomed to wearing the jockstraps during your workouts, savoring the way they mold to your body and amplifying your physical responses. Your gym routine has become more intense, mirroring the growing intensity of your secret desires. One afternoon, as you're lifting weights, you notice a few curious glances from fellow gym-goers. The realization that your enhanced physique and provocative attire might be drawing attention sends a thrill through you. After your workout, you stop by the locker room to change, the jockstrap still clinging to your sweaty skin. As you peel it off, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your muscles glistening with exertion, your body taut and primed.

Your gym sessions have become more grueling, fueled by an insatiable hunger for physical challenge and the intoxicating rush of endorphins. The jockstraps have become an integral part of your routine. One evening, as you're undressing for bed, you catch a whiff of your own scent, stronger than usual due to the day's intense workout. Arousal surges through you, and as you drift off to sleep, the remnants of Ash's hypnotic commands from weeks ago resurface, whispering in your subconscious. You're left with a vague, unsettling sense that something about your behavior has changed, though you can't quite pinpoint what it is.

Over dinner, you find yourself stealing glances at Ash, your roommate and secret lover. There's a newfound intensity in his gaze, a smouldering heat that seems to pierce right through you. As you eat, you're acutely aware of the way your clothes hug your body, the fabric damp with the residue of your earlier workout. The jockstraps you wore to the gym are still tucked away in your bag, a constant reminder of your submission to Ash's desires. Suddenly, Ash reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. "I've been thinking," Ash says, his voice low and husky, "perhaps it's time for you to relax"

As soon as the words leave his lips, you feel a sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal course through your veins. Your body responds instinctively, a deep, primal need taking hold as you surrender to Ash's command. A soft moan escapes your lips, your hips twitching involuntarily as your cock begins to stiffen in your pants. The sensation is intense, bordering on being painful, yet you crave more, desperate to please Ash in whatever way he demands.

He reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline before cupping your cheek possessively. "Let's get comfortable, shall we? Why don't you strip out of those clothes and join me on the couch? I want to see every inch of your body, slick with sweat and desire."Ash's words drip with seduction, his tone commanding yet gentle. The unspoken expectation hangs heavy in the air, leaving no doubt about what he wants from you.

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To Be Continued

[ghostlyloversworld]

.｡.｡:∞♡*♥ making me love you! ♥*♡∞:｡.｡

Percy Jackson! X Fem! Persephone Reader

Idea! - the son of Poseidon and daughter of Persephone realizing that they aren't so different after all.

Waring! Cussing

Song Get him back! By Olivia Rodrigo

One, two, three Wait, is this the song with the drums?.

Percy groans as he tossed and turned in bed. He couldn't sleep that night, which was unusual for the demigod considering he's usually fast asleep drooling.

He pushed the blanket off him. He puts his feet on the ground, why was tonight so warm for no reason?. Gods he hated it ".. " his breathing steadily

I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring He argued with me about everything He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try".

But he was so much fun and he had such weird friends And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end Another song, another club, another bar, another dance And when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed 'Til I remember every time he made a pass on my friend Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down If I had to choose, I would say right now.

The son of Poseidon sighs as he walks to his bathroom. Tyson was fast asleep across the other hallway. He tried to find the light switch in the dark, but he struggles to find it for a good moment until the little 'click! ' noise when he found it he had switched the little switch up words.

He finally turns the water on. He let's it run for a good while before he finally splash water on his face. He turns the water off before grabbing a rag he softly pats his face with the rag. He took a good moment to look at his face, he sighs and runs his hands through his Raven hair.

But he wasn't the only one up. The daughter of Persephone was also up. But she was sitting down. At docks her feet swinging back and forth as she watched the water under her feet. Don't worry she had her shoes on making sure they didn't get wet with the water. She thinks that the water was just the right temperature but she wasn't going to try and figure out.

I wanna get him back I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad Oh, I wanna get him back 'Cause then again, I really miss him, and it makes me real sad Oh, I want sweet revenge And I want him again I want to get him back, back, back.

As she sits there looking at the water. She hears the smooth voice of the son of Poseidon. "Can't sleep? " he asked as he walked up to her ".. Are you stalking me?" She asked him as she looks at the water "what? no.. I don't stalk people" he laughs at her question

"Hmm m'kay.." She sighs before she looks up at the boy who had one streak of white in his hair. "You still drool in you're sleep.. But I don't say it to not let you down hardly" she smirks he rolls his eyes "oh shut up.. You're also not pretty when sleeping.. " he laughs. "Ah so you do stalk people" "no I don't I already told you this " he sighs "that's stalking when you watch people sleep" she stats.

But that was last night. Now it was Morning.. She and Percy stayed up talking about nothing important. Just being teenagers.. The usual teasing, just a hint of flirting and just being idiots. They were at breakfast. At their tables. So when the daughter of Persephone looks up from her plate.

She saw Percy shoved blue pancakes in his mouth. She smirks and rolls her eyes before looking down at her plate again. He sat with Tyson . His half brother the boy who was a actual big sweetheart who was scared of Satyr's she actually felt bad for Tyson. The poor Cyclops

But when she saw the way the Cyclops face lit up with happiness. She smiles she had looked up in time to see it

So I write him all these letters and I throw them in the trash 'Cause I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh Yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting "Send" I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do He said I was the only girl but that just wasn't the truth And when I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin' But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him.

She fixed her hair. She looks away not wanting to seem like a creep but it was a little to late because Percy had saw her staring. He smirks and rolls his eyes

I wanna get him back I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad Oh, I wanna get him back 'Cause then again, I really miss him, and it makes me real sad Oh, I want sweet revenge And I want him again I want to get him back, back, back.

Actually he already knew everytime she would look their way.

I wanna key his car (I want to get him back)I wanna make him lunch (but then I, I want to get him back) I wanna break his heart (but then I, I want to get him back) And be the one to stitch it up (but then I, I want to get him back) Wanna kiss his face (but then I, I want to get him back) With an uppercut (but then I, I want to get him back) I wanna meet his mom (but then I, I want to get him back) Just to tell her her son sucks (but then I, I want to get him back).

Tyson kept talking so happily. Not even noticing the staring girl. But it wasn't like she was trying to be rude. She just wanted to make sure they were okay. And laugh at Percy when he shoves blue pancakes in his mouth. God he was so stupid but she loved him. Wait what? She loved him?

I wanna key his car (I want to get him back) I wanna make him lunch (but then I, I want to get him back) I wanna break his heart (but then I, I want to get him back) And be the one to stitch it up (but then I, I want to get him back) Wanna kiss his face (but then I, I want to get him back) With an uppercut (but then I, I want to get him back) I wanna meet his mom (but then I, I want to get him back) Just to tell her her son sucks (but then I, I want to get him back).

So after lunch when breakfast had ended and everyone went their own ways. She finally found him training by himself. She walks up to him " jeez sea boy" he looks over at her "what flower girl" she smirks "oh just being my favorite as always. Mwah" he laughs "what the fu-. " she looks at him "don't cuss. There is kids around" she smirks

I wanna get him back I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad Oh, I wanna get him back 'Cause then again, I really miss him, and it makes me real sad Oh, I want sweet revenge And I want him again I want to get him back, back, back.

He laughs more "oh so you're so considered for the children. "Aye.. Those kids are innocent right now" she laughs. Great minds think alike. "Oh wow" he laughs so hard that his face was red "jeez you're blushing over me" she teased him "maybe " he shrugged. "Or maybe you're just to pretty for me" he shrugged.

I'll get him, I'll get him, I'll get him, I'll get him back Get him back, come on, come on I'm gonna get him so good, he won't even know what hit him He's gonna love me and hate me at the same time Get him back, girl, you better get him back I don't know I got him good, I got him really good.

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au, requested paring(s) -> ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> nothing :D words -> 1.8k

abstract -> why not celebrate two holidays instead of one...

y/n’s perspective

“Can we celebrate Christmas this year?” Wooyoung had asked me since last year we couldn’t since… Well, I got San two months before and celebrated when he wasn’t adjusted and even Wooyoung wasn’t something I wanted to force upon. So even though I did get them gifts we didn’t go all out since we didn’t feel up to it. 

“Ooh! Can we?! I heard you make gingerbread houses and decorate a huge pine tree and–""You’re exaggerating” Yeosang scolded Wooyoung who pouted and glared at the Doberman hybrid.

“Hmm? Do you want to celebrate?” I asked and they nodded. I chuckled and said why not… “Can we get a tree then? Even if it's small?” Seonghwa asked and I chuckled. “Get the biggest tree you’d like within reason of fitting it in the elevator of course,” I said and they grinned.

“We should do Secret Santa! I remember you did it when you were still in high school” Wooyoung suggested and I was surprised but everyone else looked confused. “Why don’t you explain to them what it is first?” I asked and his bushy tail moved back and forth as he explained the concept which everyone agreed. 

They’d share with each other but since I was the one with money… the one who got me would have to buy it with my card and id just trust what it is. 

Meaning… Some were unhappy with who they got. 

Unfortunately… Sometimes things don’t go as planned and we don't celebrate Christmas as planned. With the whole lawsuit, I was in and out of the apartment and settling it. As well as adjusting to Mingi and the entire situation with Yunho running away, it was the end of January when everything was settled and the living room still had Christmas decorations.

Sure we briefly celebrated  New Year’s but… they were upset we didn’t get to do everything as planned. Until… someone spoke up about it. 

“Why can’t you celebrate a late Christmas?” Yunho asked and everyone was silent in thought before looking at me. I chuckled at their perplexed faces… “If you guys want–” “YES!!” they yelled, not letting me finish. “And Valentine's Day is coming up too” Yeosang pointed out as everyone looked at each other. 

Well… combining two holidays in one day was an interesting thought. Everyone had re-pulled who they would give as Secret Santa and like before… but were unhappy with who they got. 

San -> Hongjoong. Hongjoong -> Yunho. Yunho -> Seonghwa. Seonghwa -> Mingi. Mingi -> Yeosang. Yeosang -> Wooyoung.  Wooyoung -> me. 

“Angel… who got Seonghwa?” Yeosang asked first and I sighed. “Why?” I asked and he groaned softly. “Cause he’s the easiest to get something for and Wooyoung… Well, he doesn’t like me giving gifts” he explained, which was true. Every time he suggested Wooyoung try something, the fox hybrid didn't like it. 

“You got Wooyoung?” San asked suddenly joining us and the Doberman nodded. “I’ll trade you? I have Hongjoong” he said and Yeosang scoffed. “He’d be harder to get something for” he scolded and I laughed. 

“You’ll figure it out,” I said and they sighed as I walked off wondering what they’d get from each other. Of course, it would be cheating for me to get them a Secret Santa since… Well, I already got everybody's gifts on actual Christmas and then a bucnh of stuff for Yunho and Mingi already. It was mainly an event for them to look forward to.

I just hope this month of February will be… happy memory for them since they have never experienced the holidays before. 

Seonghwa wanted to use the tree we got but never used it and decorate it pink. Which Yeosang and Wooyoung were ecstatic about. They decorated it with hearts, roses, and other red and pink decorations. It was Valentine's Christmas!

We’d do “Christmas Eve” on the day before Valentine's Day to make it a full effect. Cause while we did have a feast for actual Christmas it wasn’t the same.

“I want to switch Secret Santas!” Mingi whined for the hundredth time. “What’s so wrong with Yeosang?” I asked and he pouted. “I wanted Yunho” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides he only likes expensive things I don't understand!” he complained and I was gonna offer help when I heard a laugh behind me. A familiar white-striped tail made its way to my waist before he grinned. “I know who Yunho? And he wants to switch!” he said and Mingi lit up. “Will he want Yeosang–” “I want Yeosang so I'll make him a deal” he said and his tail had happy syndrome. 

“Ok! I have to look for things now!” he said, running to his room. “You have Mingi,” I said and he nodded. “I also know Yunho wants to trade for Mingi,” he said and I sighed. “What's the point of a Secret Santa?” I asked and he chuckled “I don’t know, all I know is that Yunho probably has me if Hongjoon has been asking to trade with him,” he said and I sighed. 

“There’s no point in the secret anymore huh?” I asked and he kissed my head before laughing and walking off. “Yunho has Seonghwa?” Yeosang asked now out of nowhere… I laughed. “Yeah? You’re gonna have to fight Hongjoong for that”

Mingi successfully bought and secured a gift for his traded Secret Santa… Yunho. Whilst Mingi is the same… for Mingi. However, there is a current… bribe going around. Yeosang has been bothering Hongjoong to get Seonghwa, while Hongjoong wanted to get Seonghwa something lego or animal-crossing related. Yeosang wanted to get a perfume and skin care set they’d both been looking at. 

It was all for selfish reasons since they’d share it so he’d be getting himself a gift. I already offered to buy him one he denied it and wanted to get his way. 

Seonghwa however… bought the set they’ve been looking at for him… and maybe himself. So… in a way, Yeosang got what he wanted but he’s pouting while looking for Wooyoung’s present that is hard to find. 

San was also having a lot of trouble with… well Hongjoong. Meaning there wasn’t any more trading happening. It was officially set. 

Hongjoong → Seonghwa Seonghwa → Yeosang  Yeosang → Wooyoung  San → Hongjoong Wooyoung → myself  Yunho → Mingi  Mingi → Yunho 

Now what was left if they waited for the days to go past a celebrated with one another as they fully believed in the skit of it being Christmas. 

when it was finally the day after our "Christmas Eve" we all woke up early either in valenties or Christmas pajamas. huddled around the Valentine's Day tree as we saw who would go first.

They decided the oldest would go first, and they'd decide after that.

"I got Yeosang!" Seonghwa announced as he got the fanciest wrapped box. Yeosang looked surprised but... Mingi's tail was wagging since he got to switch from the fellow canine.

"Here I was hoping for the biggest box "Yeosang teased and as he opened it, he was soon in a state of shock. "It's the set we've been talking about!" he said with a grin as he for once thanked the older.

The image shocked everyone as Yerosnag actually hugged Seonghwa. Until he pulled away realizing and huffed as he got his big present and put it in front of Wooyoung.

"Ah... I was kinda hoping you weren't the one who got me" he muttered as the Doberman glared. Wooyoung chuckled as he opened it and his fluffy talk wagged. He then looked at Yeosang in shock.

'This is one of a kind!" he said as he looked at the jacket Yeosnag was able to get. He had me talk to Wonyoung to help me get it... but it was a one-of-a-kind jacket that Wooyoung only had now.

Wooyoung had one hobby in common with the Doberman... to collect all kinda of clothes.

"I... have you. Do you want your gift now or last?" Wooyoung soon asked as he carefully folded the jacket as he looked at me expectingly. "I'd say hers should be last" Hongjoong announced and everyone agreed.

Now they went with Hongjoong as the second oldest.

"I got Seonghwa," he said as he gave... Seonghwa is the biggest box. He looked shocked. He started opening the cute pink stared swapping paper as it revealed...

A Star Wars Lego set and some animal crossing in-game good cards. Seonghwa's eyes got all big and his tail was swaying in content as he talked the fellow tiger in a hug.

"The tigers are showing PDA again" Yeosang complained and I chuckled. The next now was Yunho as he was the next oldest that hasn't given his gift.

"Mingi," he said as he handed the gift to the boy and he was happy to see he got a gift from the one he admired most from here. He opened it and he revealed... a Tokyo ghoul manga set.

He's been reading the digital version on my tablet but has also stated he might be collecting manga soon.

He was so happy he started showing off the art style in it. It was cute seeing Mingi get excited and something to look forward to in the next few days.

"I also got you!" Mingi said as he clumsily stood up to grab the gift in heart wrapping for the other giant. Yunho opened it carefully to reveal... "A PlayStation?" he muttered in shock as he looked at it carefully. It had a spiderman design as he even found a venom figure inside it.

Everyone seemed happy with their gifts... even though some of them cheated. Honestly... most of them cheated.

"And yours!" Wooyoung as he was now in front of me. I was most curious to what he did since he said he wasn't planning on buying me anything.

I opened it to reveal... a small little book.

"It's... a story about us! About how the heroine saves her seven princes... it may not be as good as your writing but it ends happily and-" I cut him off with a hug. While... it may have seemed small it meant everything.

The writing was everything to me so... "Thank you, I bet it'll be my favorite book" I said and he chuckled as he hugged me back.

"It's actually not badly written. I'll give it to Wooyoung for that" San said and I chuckled. "It's all of us... but written a little different. Everyone helped with their section. I really hope you'll like it" Wooyoung explained and I nodded. I know he liked to read what I wrote since we met... but seeing how he actually wrote something for me, made me want to tear up.

"Of course I will!!" I said and he smiled. "One more thing, and something from all of us!" he said and suddenly they all pulled out roses.

"While we're celebrating our own version of Christmas it is also Valentine's Day! So who will you choose to be your Valentine?"

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Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

CW: Recovering from alcoholism (Leons just trying to better himself man

Words: 1k

A/N: 👛anon I've had brain rot because of you. But I still love you pookie.

Blue leotard... Gunmetal blue, his favorite shade. It was almost like you were trying to send a signal through the glass windows of the studio attached to the apartment building gym.

Every weekend for the past few months he'd come down and workout for a two hours without issue. Until you moved into the building a month ago. Walking through the gym in leotards and the same skin tone tights straight into the small studio space.

Leon picked up quickly that you don't seem to be doing mindless pirouettes, pliés or chassé. You practiced the same routine, which means you probably do this for a living. Or at the very least a hobby.

He tried his best to not come off creepy but sometimes he couldn't stop from staring. Leon rarely found beauty in life anymore, something he was trying to fix. His sponsor suggested that life could be worth living if you find something meaningful to live for.

Besides surviving or being a living breathing weapon.

At first, the staring was for more "primal" reasons, but it soon turned to him admiring how gracefully you could move. How sharp your movements were. The clean movements were mesmerizing and very distracting. It certainly didn't help that you were pretty either. But every time you stopped and turned back towards the windows, Leon would turn away immediately. Scared you'd think he was some kind of weirdo or worse...

A pervert.

You were probably way too prissy for him anyway. Why bother window shopping?

You're too pure, jumping around in white satin ballet slippers and him in bulletproof vests with tactical gear. Your worlds can never mix, you're too different. Far too different.

So, with his better judgment, Leon got into the habit of changing his routine and getting up at the crack of dawn like in his army days. Just to go workout first thing in the morning. Leaving the gym as you were coming in.

But one morning you didn't come in as he was leaving. And as usual, he stops at his mailbox, fishing in his jacket pocket as he walks into the main lobby.

And there you were. Stood in front of the mailboxes, sorting through a few envelopes with your tiny mailbox door hung open.

Shit... This is gonna be awkward.

Leon approaches slowly, walking up to his mailbox and ripping his keys out of his jacket pocket. Something round flies out of his pocket with a clatter as it hits the floor. You lift your head to see the green chip rolling across the floor, quickly you step past him and pin it under your shoe.

Leon stares, realizing he forgot to take his chip out of his pocket after his meeting last night. Too tired from a long day at work to remember before passing out in bed as soon as he got home. He can feel his neck heating up, he hasn't even said a single word to you, and now you'll know he's an alcoholic trying to get his life together.

And he's sweaty and gross?!

What a fantastic first meeting...

You bend down, grabbing the green chip from the floor as you walk back. Giving it a glance, you hold it out for him. Slowly he raises his hand, chest tightening as he nods a “Thank You” while taking it.

"90 days is a big accomplishment, you should be proud of yourself." He stared for a moment, fully expecting a dirty look or pity.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks. I-I am." His lips drew to a line as you walked back around him, shutting your mailbox and locking it. He gives you a glance as you grab your bag from the floor and give him a small smile.

"You're from 3D, right?" You question, his eyes glance at his mailbox, his lips part slightly. Brain trying to process how you knew his apartment without even talking to him.

"Yes?" His eyebrows raised, your eyes fixed on his uneasy response.

"Hmm." She looks him up and down, almost like she's trying to size him up. Or even taken him in completely.

"A little scruffy for my taste, but you'll get the job done." His nose wrinkled as you stepped past him, and headed for the door.

"The hell do you mean by that?" You turned your attention back to him, smiling again.

"The old ladies in the building, they talk about everyone. Well, anyone interesting at least. And they said you're pretty cute. I'd have to agree." He feels his neck burning again, embarrassment of another kind seeping into his collarbone and rising to his cheeks as he smiles a tiny bit.

He was never great with women.

"Thank you..." He clutches the chip in his hand, running his thumb across the bumped out embossing of the metal.

"And um... I know we don't know each other," you step forward again, gesturing to his hands, "but I'm here if you ever need to be talked down... 3 years for me, still have my bad days, but it gets easier with time. I promise."

He looks a little surprised, not expecting you to know his struggles in some way. He just nods, watching you lean to the side, looking behind him and turning back to leave again.

"Congratulations again on 90 days, Leon." You smile, pushing the door open.

"Whoa, wait. What's your-"

"2B!" You yell back without turning around, watching you leave through the doors leading to the gym. His head swivels, looking at the mailboxes. Seeing your name printed a piece of tape stuck to your mailbox.

His mind wanders, thinking of you as he pulls his bills from his mailbox. A folded over flyer was wrapped around the envelopes. Pulling it off the envelope, he gave it a long look. Your face staring back at his as you're leaping in a beautiful flowing white dress and veil.

Giselle printed in fancy font under you pointed toes along with show times for next weekend.

Staring for a second, he thought, pondering over the words of his sponsor telling him to try new things.

Maybe he should try theater.