#natsume x reader

[akutasoda]

Hi, may I please request BSD men with an s/o who has the ability to regenerate and as a result, is rather reckless in battle because they're functionally immortal?

-Sincerely, 💋

confidence in conflict

synopsis - your ability gave you a great confidence in battle, but maybe that wasn't a good thing

includes - ranpo, sigma, ayatsuji, natsume

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, hints toward death/getting hurt, wc - 601

ranpo edogawa ★↷

↪ranpo himself doesn't normally do field missions involving conflict to no ones surprise. the only times he really goes is if he needs something else for the case.

↪so normally most of the time he demands either you or a coworker you went with to know if you're okay, whoever he finds first.

↪ however because you could regenerate he would ask how reckless you were. he didn't really have to worry about you getting hurt but if you ever put yourself in dangerous situations because of your ability he would worry.

↪and he wouldn't hesitate to scold you. it wasn't really scolding, more making you feel guilty for making him worry. but atleast he could find comfort in knowing no matter how far you would be you would be okay.

sigma ★↷

↪sigma was rather indifferent about combat. he knew it would become unavoidable in some situations but he would also stave it off for as long as possible. it wasn't his favoured option.

↪but you were on the opposite end of the spectrum. your ability gave you a great sense of confidence in combat and didn't pick your fights wisely, opting to engage in fights whenever you had the chance.

↪and you were reckless in the fights themselves. this initially made sigma worry constantly, he had finally found someone he wanted to believe would never use him and he could trust - he didn't want to lose that, lose you.

↪but when he came to know of your ability he felt almost a false confidence. he could feel slightly better that you probably wouldn't be gravely hurt but he knew anything could render your ability useless - especially fatal wounds.

↪he would always tell you to be careful. he didn't want to lose the only person he could believe wouldn't use him.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪ ayatsuji was a rather cocky man, that was no surprise to anyone. he didn't really enage in combat however as he found little use for it and anyone he wanted rid off... well his ability could take care of that.

↪and he couldn't help the smug grin that formed when he witnessed how reckless you were in battle. mainly because he knew why, your ability.

↪he found it rather interesting that you had such confidence because of your ability and he couldn't blame you, he'd probably do the same. but when it came to being closer to you he'd hide his worry.

↪he also had confidence in your ability to keep you safe but he knew life was cruel. there was nothing stopping something drastic happening that could render your ability useless and your recklessness would finally catch up to you.

natsume soseki ★↷

↪natsume lived most his life in the quiet solitude only found living as a cat. he knew he had quite a few undesirable people looking for him and so he preferred that life rather than seeking out the conflicts they'd want.

↪and while he'd urge you to do the same, he knew he couldn't stop you entirely from rushing into a conflict without a care in the world. perhaps he did actually like that about you, one of your charms per say.

↪he undestood that you had great confidence in your ability and he did too but he'd still scold you. everytime you threw yourself recklessly into battle would earn you a light scolding.

↪the last thing he'd ever want was for you to get hurt, or worse. he'd rather throw himself into a conflict with those who want him gone than see you get hurt.

[poetryandfluffycats]

Hiii how are you? :D can I request Natsume teasing a soft dom reader who is usually very innocent and dense until they snap and punish him? Like they're all "I don't wanna hurt you are you okay with this are you sure? :(" so Natsume's just like "just rail me ffs" and purposely getting on their nerves so they act up afhgahfgaf I hope I made myself clear ^^"

A/N: I cant tell whether I hate this fic or love it

Pairing: Natsume Sakasaki x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, choking, teasing, degrading(natsume to reader), prasie(reader to natsume), marking/biting, hair pulling, oral over clothes, natsume is a head pusher, finger sucking, handjobs, fingering(reader to herself), rough sex, riding, soft dom reader turned mean, kitten used as petname, reader is mentioned to be taller than natsume

Content: Its been a long day, all you want to do is fall into your bed and rest. That's until your boyfriend shows up offering a... different way to relax.

Words: 2.8k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Punish me~

Collapsing onto your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, the events of the day weighing on your mind. Its not like it had been a horrible day, per say, just one of those days where everything seemed so dull and exhausting. With idol work, school, and your after school job, you were so stressed and completely burnt out. There was nothing more you wanted to do than curl up in your plush sheets and drift off into a nice slumber-

"(name)? ArE yoU home?"

Ah. Right. Natsume was coming to the dorm tonight, wasn't he? How could you have forgotten? It was a plan you yourself had made! And he had been so excited about it too, talking about how he couldn't wait to have fun with you...

Yet here you were, already half asleep in your nightgown, having completely forgotten about your dear boyfriend. How selfish were you? You had cancelled your previous plans due to idol work so many times, and when you finally had time you couldn't be assed to remember you invited him!

"Y-yeah! In here!" You called out, forcing yourself to get out of bed. The least you could do for him was keep him company for the night, considering you forgot about him and all. Quickly, you made yourself presentable, straightening out your gown and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

You opened the door, allowing the red headed man to walk in and make himself at home. Compared to you, he looked immaculate. Hair brushed to perfection, not a single wrinkle on his school uniform, even the pendant around his neck looked shinier than usual. He scanned your figure, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"AlreaDY in your nightwEAR? How scandalOUS" He teased, standing up on his tippy-toes to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You smiled, leaning down to make it a bit easier for him.

"Sorry Natsume... I'm really tired from training today" You admitted, giving him an apologetic smile and ruffling his hair.

He swatted your hand away with a small "Hpmh!" and smoothed out the mess you had created, returning his hair to its original form. The childish action earned a sheepish smile from you. He had always hated it when you did that, saying it only reminded him of how much shorter than you he was. It was adorable.

"Hmm, is thaT so?" He intertwined your fingers together as he led you over to the bed, settling the two of you down on the edge. "I suppoSE I don't minD a slEEpy girlfriEND"

Another small smile tugged at you lips as you scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He was so warm, so comfy. his scent was a mix of salty sweat-most likely from his own idol training-and the tea leaves he commonly used in his spells. It was a smell solely unique to him, one you found comforting.

"YoU know, I might have a waY for yoU to reLAX, (name)" His voice was low, huskier than usual.

The hint of sultriness in his voice was undeniable, causing a warm blush to take over your cheeks. Was he really suggesting that? Right now? You couldn't help but feel impressed by his level of boldness, since you were usually the one to take initiative. It also warranted a bit of concern however. The last thing you wanted was to be taken advantage of because you were stressed out-

"YoU look scarED, kittEN. WhaT'S so scary aboUT a massAGE?"

Oh. That made more sense. Of course he wasn't trying to be suggestive, he was being sweat! You cursed your stupid mind for immediately going there, the embarrassment still lingering on your face.

"R-right, sorry, I guess I'm just a bit on edge today" You gave a nervous chuckle, moving your head back from his shoulder and shifting onto your stomach. "A massage would be lovely, Natsume"

The weight of the bed dipped beside you and you soon felt a pair of slender fingers tracing the bumps of your spine. He slowly moved up to your shoulders and neck, kneading the tensed flesh of your back between his digits like so. His movements were slow, calculated. Clearly he had some sort of experience with this. A pleasant hum left your lips as he worked on the muscles in your shoulders, easing the tension you didn't even know you had been feeling.

"Feels gooD, righT?" He cooed, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to the nape of your neck. You possibly would have noticed the hint of seduction in his tone if you hadn't been so blissed out by his touch.

You could only muster a hum in response, closing your eyes and feeling sleep creep up on you. Natsumes hands trailed down your back once again, removing all the knots and kinks he came into contact with. It made you feel like heaven, like you were the luckiest person in the world to have such a wonderful man with you. You could feel yourself drifting into unconsciousness...

"Natsume!"

The feeling of him lifting up your gown and giving a firm squeeze to your butt cheeks pulled you out of your massage induced trance. You crawled to your knees and whipped your head around, staring at him with wide eyes. Here you had been thinking he was simply trying to be kind, when he was just as pervy as you had originally thought!

"You're not being very good right now, you know..." Your futile attempt at scolding him fell on deaf ears as he crawled onto your lap.

"Am I noT? Hm, maybe you neeD to puniSH me"

He picked up your hands-which had previously been resting by your sides-and brought them to his neck, intimating being choked. Almost as quickly as he had brought them there you pulled them back, trying your hardest not to give into his advances.

"My love, that's dangerous. I could really hurt you doing that, and I'm too tired to take care of you if I do" You sent him a smile, hoping he'd back down from the idea.

Instead, he crawled further into your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling himself right on your crotch. The thin layer of his pants did nothing to hide the throbbing tent poking against you, and the way he pressed himself down against you was not helping the matter.

"StuPID, I can handle iT. Or are you scarED?" A smug grin played at his lips as he continued to grind on you, the look in his eyes growing intenser by the second.

Shit. He knew you all too well. Knew your weaknesses, your turn-ons, and most importantly, how to press your buttons. There was no way you'd back down from a challenge-and you were fully aware he'd never let you forget it if you chickened out-even if this could have some negative consequences later...

It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"You want it so bad, don't you?" Your voice dropped an octave as you grabbed his hips, swiftly flipping the two of you over so you could be on top. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, that painfully annoying smirk still plastered on his face.

"What a silly quesTION, kittEN. Why else would I asK for iT?" He mused, eyes glistening with mischief.

You brought a hand to his neck, testing the waters with a gentle squeeze to the sides. A small moan was torn from his throat, followed by a giggle as he placed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.

"That all yoU goT? HurrY up alreaDY"

His voice was laced with annoyance and boredom, but the growing budge pressing into your thigh told another story. Clearly, he was enjoying himself, you didn't need to be a genius to figure that out. How much he was enjoying this... it almost made you want to stop out of spite. Make it a real punishment for him, one he'd never forget and have trouble walking because of...

"This is taking too loNG" Natsumes whiny voice broke your train of thought. "Just fuck me (name)-aH!"

Before he could finish you wrapped both hands around his pretty little neck, pressing down hard on his pulse points. The gasp that left him, the way his eyes widened, the way his hands flew up to meekly pull at your own, it made your head spin. His face turned a pale shade of red as you grinded your hips against his clothed erection, his chokes and moans only fuelling you on further.

"You wanted this, take it" You hissed, leaning down to nibble softly at his mouth, scraping and grazing the sensitive skin. "Take it like a good boy"

You released your hands from him, only to pull him up and crash your lips against his. It was a sloppy and harsh kiss, more teeth than anything else. You bit down on his bottom lip, creating a sea of drool and blood to drip down his chin. Tangling your fingers in his hair you yanked him forward, deepening the kiss and giving yourself more area to explore.

He eagerly returned the kiss, grabbing onto your hips and fiddling with the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles with ease. You shimmed out of them without breaking the kiss, throwing them somewhere on the floor. You could deal with that later, being too indulged with him to care now.

"Take this off" Tugging on his tie, you pulled away from the kiss, earning a whimper from Natsume and a whine of protest. "Now"

He didn't waste much time. His tie and shirt hit the ground before you could blink, and his pants came quickly afterwards, leaving him in just his boxers. Whilst keeping your eyes glued to his body you mimicked his actions, striping yourself of your nightgown and exposing yourself fully to him. His eyes trailed up and down your figure, taking in each curve and crevice. He simply adored your body, and clearly so did his cock. It stood up proud in his boxers, a wet patch of pre-cum already seeping through the fabric.

"So cute, so desperate" You cooed, tracing a finger over the wet spot and palming his throbbing member. "Aren't you a cute little boy? Getting so worked up for me"

You lowered your head, resting your chin on his thighs and blowing your hot breath on the cloth of his boxers, drawing out a straggled moan from the trembling man. Licking your lips, you inched closer to his covered length, giving it a few small kitten licks before mouthing at it and sucking out the moisture of his pre-cum. His hips bucked upwards, suffocating your nostrils with his musk.

"Stop teasING!" He spat, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling downwards, forcing you to take his clothed cock further in your mouth. "Use that mouTH for something usefuL!"

Was he really trying to take control? You didn't like that.

With one swift movement you slapped his hand away, climbing on top of him to wrap your fingers around his throat. Using your free hand you hooked a finger under his boxers and pulled them off, finally freeing his swollen erection. The tip was a glowing pink colour, shiny with pre-cum and tiny droplets of your saliva.

"Don't fucking talk to me that way" You used all your strength to push him down hard against the pillows, tighten and loosening your grip on his neck. "Brat"

He opened his mouth to respond but his words were quickly replaced with a raspy moan was you gave his shaft a firm tug. You released his throat, opting to silence him by shoving two fingers down it instead.

"Suck"

The command was met with an eye roll from Natsume, which you put a stop to by shoving your fingers even further down his throat, causing him to gag and spit up on the tips. You gave his length a few lazy pumps as he hesitatingly compiled, a cocky grin appearing on your face.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" You cooed.

The redhead whined in protest, swirling his tongue around the digits, successfully coating them in slick. Satisfied with his performance, you continued pumping his cock, starting out with a fast and harsh pace. He gasped at the sensation, moaning and whining around your fingers like a whore.

Once they were properly lubed up, you retracted your fingers from his mouth with a nice "pop!" sound. You brought the hand down in between your legs, pressing them up against your entrance. You eased them in slowly, making a sure to make a show of groaning in pleasure to work him up. The way his dick twitched in your hand at the sight was almost comical.

"Stupid bitCH. S-stoP playing with yourseLF! Hurry uP!" There was a primal lust in Natsumes gaze, one that showed just how much he wanted-no, needed-to-be fucked silly. You simply chuckled, pushing your fingers in deeper and increasing the pace of your hand on his cock.

"Oh? I can always stop, if you don't like it..." You taunted, teasingly releasing your grip. "It would be such a shame though, I feel so good right now. I could cum just by fucking myself. Agh~ Fuck!~ Yesss!~"

You threw your head back in mock ecstasy and arching your back, putting on the most erotic display you could muster. The sound that left Natsumes mouth was near animalistic, so desperate and needy. He almost sounded in pain. It was a beautiful view, and it only edged you on further.

"Just let mE stick it iN alreaDY! You'RE wasting your timE!" He wailed. His tone was on the verge of being borderline aggressive, as if he was trying to swap the roles by throwing a temper tantrum. It was adorable.

"Huh? Wasting my time? Darling, aren't you the one who wanted this?" You dragged your fingers out of your dripping hole, using them to jerk him off with both hands. "Didn't you want to be punished?"

Without giving him time to reply you climbed back on top of him, positioning yourself right above his needy tip. You rubbed it in between your folds, mixing his pre-cum with your juices. Natsume bucked his hips and grabbed onto yours, digging his nails in deep and pulling you down ever so slightly. His patience was wearing thin, too desperate to care about your little show.

You took one hand off his cock, using it to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. "I'll give it too you now, okay?"

"Fucking finaLLY"

You dropped down, taking him in inch by inch with ease, hissing as he stretched you out. He fit inside so smugly, like your cunt was moulded for his cock. A low growl left his lips when you took all of him in, your hips falling flush against his. That full feeling, it was one of your favourites.

You didn't spend much time getting adjusted to his length before you lifting your hips up and slamming them back down, creating a fast pace to ride him at. He clawed at your hips as you bounced up and down on him, using his dick as a toy to get off on. You gently wrapped both hands around his neck once again, using it as leverage as you rode him.

His head flew back onto the pillows as a loud, broken moan torn from his throat, hips snapping to meet your movements. His face was twisted with pleasure and pain, mouth wide open with a string of drool hanging out the side and tears forming in his eyes. It was pathetic, you loved it.

"Ngh~ so fucking good" You grunted, feeling your climax coming closer and closer each time his tip grazed over your cervix. "So prefect for me"

He couldn't even response, only letting out another lewd moan, this one even louder than the last. His whole body was trembling like crazy and the small gasps and grunts that left him were straight up sinful. It was clear he was getting close too.

It wasn't long until your walls were clamping down around him hard, the pleasure you were feeling coming to an explosive peak and your juices spraying all over his cock. You were so caught up in your own high that you didn't even notice when he came too, his hot seed filling you to the brim. It all felt so good, like you were in heaven.

Only when you had come down from your brain-numbing high and your brain had regain proper function you noticed just how tight you were squeezing Natsumes neck. The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out. You released your hold in an instant, adrenaline kicking in as you quickly hopped off him and began checking his neck for any damage.

"Shitshitshitshit! Natsume? Natsume! Are you okay?" You cursed yourself for being so careless with him. How could you let this happen?

Your concerns were met with a cough and a small giggle from the man, a small but genuine smile forming on his face. "I'm finE. Told yoU I could handLE iT"

[whats-it-mean]

hii could i request natsume x insomniac reader like they stress a lot and he probably tries to cast a spell on them to makes them fall asleep but they resist. if that's okay ofc~

Sleeping spells ☆

Natsume Sakasaki x Reader

A/N - natsume is so hot im so normal about him ahahahahhahahah. also tysm for the req !! ofc its fine, when i saw that i had an enstars req i got so excited lmao, i hope you like this!!

C/W - Use of pet names (kitten specifically bc its natsume), barely mentioned drugs

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hated when anyone commented on your sleeping habits. You were well aware it was probably unhealthy for you to be staying up all night the way you were, whether voluntarily or not, but at this point you were starting to embrace your more nocturnal sleep schedule. By now you were starting to enjoy the way the sky looked at night compared to during the day, and napping in class wasn’t even that bad.

Until, of course, you practically passed out while overseeing one of Switch’s practices.

You kept on trying to explain to the rest of them that you had just tripped on something, which Tsumugi and Sora seemed to accept after you repeated it 3 or so times, but even as he sighed and escorted you off to the dorm rooms, you could tell by his tone that he saw through your facade.

The moment you were out of earshot from the rest of Switch, he held out an arm to stop you from walking and narrowed his eyes at you.

“You need sleep.”

You huffed, turning your gaze away from him as he said this. “But- Like- It’s not even that big of a deal, as long as I’m still getting through my classes and---”

He gave you an exasperated sigh before offering you a fond, albeit clearly annoyed smile. “It doesn’t work like that, kitten. It’s important that you take care of yourself.” He ruffled your hair a bit, before bringing his hand to his chin and letting out another sigh. “Well, in this case….. I suppose I’ll have to have you stay the night in my dorm for a bit to make sure you actually get some rest.”

You pouted. “What difference will that make? I don’t get much sleep no matter where i go-”

“Have you forgotten that I’m a distinguished magician? I’ll help you fall asleep, don’t worry.” He grinned at you, offering out his hand expectantly, staring at you with those eyes that you had no chance of saying no to, and letting out a little chuckle when you took it. His hand was warm, and he held yours rather carefully as he guided you off to his lodgings, humming a tune all the while.

The dorm room was simple, aside from the mess of scattered papers with what you could only assume to be Tsukasa’s unfinished compositions. There was a small corner dedicated to Natsume’s work, with various symbols outlined in chalk on his desk. Immediately, he gravitated over to the corner with his things, shifting objects around for a moment and mumbling something to himself before he scribbled something in messy handwriting onto a sticky note on the table.

He turned and made his way over to you, where he just smiled at you as if you were supposed to know what was going on.

“Um.. Natsume…?”

He simply kept on giving you that almost unsettling, close-eyes smile before offering you some sort of small bottle, with an unidentified liquid in it that you would have absolutely assumed was drugs if it wasn’t coming from him. He frowned a bit when you hesitated to take the bottle, and placed a hand on his hip.

“It’s perfectly safe, I promise you. It’s just a simple potion to help you sleep.”

You pouted again, taking the bottle after a moment of skepticism. “Do I have to-”

“Yes.”

The boy let out another chuckle at your antics, leaning in for a moment to give you a slight wink. “If you comply and get some rest, you can have a kiss as a reward, okay?” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[koihanwrites]

OMG9JGKHG NATSYME LOOKS SO FREAKIMG GOOD ON THE 4 SEASONS TRAILER

[peppermint-angel]

nah this is kinda mean 😉

[aislebewithshu]

love kitty

x gender neutral reader.

wc: 486

cw: yandere x yandere, stockholm syndrome, obsession, codependency themes, references of being caged, directly based on love cat and love kitty

author notes: hii i love biz's songs too much.. lowkey proud of my loveit? prompt so i made a love kitty one :3 happy reading ! not beta read, scroll if uncomfy <3

“i’m so happy to see you come home, your highness! welcome back, dear [name]~”

your beloved love cat who is always eager to wait for you to come home to your shared abode- offers you your ‘meow’ in exchange for the love he oh so craves from you. after all, this codependency you share, it's inescapable.

he was a bad, naughty kitty at first, seeking affection from others when you're right there for him! at least, he has learned his lesson right? he is now collared to you, anyway. sure he was a bit... confused at your actions at first? terrified? no one knows. he's a dear, fickle cat that doesn't know the true meaning of love, but that's alright, you're here to teach him.

“running off's fine, but back home's so scary”

he would avoid the moments that you give him your twisted love at first. it was suffocating, intoxicating. as if you both are playing a staring contest, so manic that both of you would lose to each other in this game of lamenting captivity.

third time’s the charm, that’s what they say. it’s like he is now hypnotized by you, you’re invading his mind and heart in no time! why won’t you go away? is it because he was trying to spend time with someone else? he knows you would not let him, crazed feline eyes with irises having a slit. putting a collar on him, you have branded him as yours.

he would try to fight you back at first, but he becomes more domesticated, as time goes on. he’s slowly falling for it all, consuming sin and punishment, whispering love to each other.

“even if you turn away, it's still alright. you are my very own "love cat", that's that.”

he has learned to love you unconditionally. your very own love cat, who is encaged with you for eternity.

"please love me, hey."

"i'm scared, can't step out of the cage anymore."

maybe he would also leave a mark on you as you left yours on his! let him have a bite, maybe? he's willing to bare his fangs. the more this goes on, the more twisted this love gets, and you are both hungry for it. he was insatiable when it comes to your affection, like a cat that is needy of its owner’s attention.

he cannot stand to live without you- he needs you too much to the point that his life now depends on you. like a clumsy love cat, he wants you so much, too much that it's getting ridiculous. you haven't seen any other guys worthy of being your 'pet cat', right? good, he gladly plays that role for you without hesitation, anyway. because if so, he won't hesitate to draw his claws out to eliminate them.

after all, both of you are in too deep in to the pit of hell that is called love.

enstars - kagehira mika, sakasaki natsume, sakuma ritsu, hakaze kaoru

twst - azul ashengrotto, idia shroud (? idk he has the vibes)

bllk - alexis ness, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser (HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE)

+ your faves.

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[subbyboysgalore]

, ,,,, picturing minami getting railed by reader to the point he loses all. his. composure. and is begging to get cummed in. ( = ⩊ = )

a/n: got this ask and started giggling evilly to myself i love it. to the point i locked in and wrote it all in 2 hours right after i got it.

tags: reader has a dick/strap

type: minific, 752 words

🔞🔞

railing minami <33

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Minami was so frustrating sometimes. All you wanted to do to him is make him let loose for a little bit. Just a little! Is that too much to ask? Apparently so, because every time you try to fluster him, to trip him up, he always stays calm and collected. It's charming, really, but it makes you want to break his mask sometimes.

Not to mention how illegally pretty he is. Even his voice is pretty, soft and composed in a way that makes you want to hang on to every word. It's so pretty that you daydream about how pretty he'll sound like, broken into a whining mess.

Honestly, that's why you couldn't help but laugh a little into your palm right now. Rocking your hips forward, you watched as his pretty back moved, hands gripping the sheets. Minami's face was buried in the pillows, muffling whatever sound he produced.

Earlier, he'd asked for it ever so politely, to be able to hide his face. You teased him that you'd get him to whine and beg at one point anyways, so there was really no point. It really was something you looked forward to.

"Come on Mina, I wanna hear your pretty sounds.."

Bending forward to get closer to his ear, you practically whined at him, impatient. Who could blame you? Here he was, shaking and dripping all over the bed and all the sounds coming out of his mouth here absorbed by that stupid pillow. His composed act was crumbling right in front of you, and he wouldn't let you hear it? How unfair.

"Please, Minaaa.."

How unfair. Not fair that you were the pathetic one here, gripping his hips like it was a lifeline. Not fair how you were the one cuddling closer to his back, intentionally driving your cock deeper in him to get a louder reaction from him. He was only giving you crumbs! His muffled moans weren't enough..

"Mina please, if you don't tell me that you're feeling good I might get sad and stop. Minaa.."

At that, he let out a gasp, both at your harsh thrust in him and your words. Of course, the both of you knew it was just teasing. It was obvious by the way he clenched a fist around the blankets that he was feeling so, indescribably good. He felt so filled up, so hot everywhere, it was impossible not to be loud. The threat of being edged though.. it was something you might actually do. He wasn't feeling in the mood to be deprived of pleasure today, not after he was about to snap.

Finally, finally, he turned his head to the side, light hair covering parts of his face. Oh, he was just so beautiful..

Reaching out your hand, you tucked his hair behind his ear, smoothing it down. It was a contrast to the harsh way you slammed into him just seconds earlier, and you smiled at the thought.

"Your voice is too pretty to hide it, so please."

Before he could reply, you slammed back into him, making Minami choke on whatever sentence he was going to say. His body went limp again, scarlet eyes widening.

"Ah-! Slow down, I'll- mmnh!"

God, his jumbled begging sounded like music to your ears. His soft singing voice, twisted into cute pleading just for you.

"Talk more, I wanna know how you feel Mina, I wanna see how you finally break under me."

He tried to hold back, he really did. But the way you pushed into him, pressing up against all the right spots made him wheeze, made his eyes see white. The wet sounds between his legs just grew louder, and he couldn't help but melt and whimper into the mattress.

"P-ple.. please.. ah-! Don't.. don't stop, please. I want-"

A grin stretched across your face, both mischief and endearment tangling itself in your mind. He sounds adorable.

"Want what, Minami?"

Each syllable of his nickname was interrupted with a harsh thrust into him, making him yelp each time.

"Please. Co- Come in me, I want- want you filling me up- gh-!"

Honestly, you were a bit surprised. Minami usually wasn't this straightforward about this sort of thing, ever. Must have fucked him so good that his braincells stopped working, consumed by white hot pleasure spreading throughout his body. He'd never beg like this normally. How adorable.

"Minami.. even your begging is so pretty.. more.. I want more."

Can anyone blame you for being greedy for him?

[mifanshui]

TSUBAKINO + ANN

I love the girls sm!!

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Here I go, Mori ougai x female reader, unspoken love!😖

🩸 cn: angst. dark romance. manipulation. possesiveness. obsession. mentions of abuse(not from him). sub/dom undertones. bdsm light stuff. lots of smut. tsundere mori. 11k words.

🀥  fandom: bungou stray dogs

🀥 pairings:

⃘꤫ a/n: it's my first time writing dark romance. i'm familiar with the concept, i've read it of course. even some that were way too bad and traumatized me haha. (never again) still, hope this specific part was satisfying for you.

༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻

With trembling legs, you approached the tall, obsidian skyscraper in Yokohama where Mori’s primary residence lies. While it is indeed the operational heart of the Port Mafia, Mori always summons you to his personal quarters. For privacy, as he claims.

Your frayed nerves sent sharp pulses of pain up your spine, forcing your jaw to clench, yet you knew you had to appear composed the moment you arrived.

Knocking once, his smooth, pleasant voice floated through the door.

“Permission granted, Y/N.”

You drew in a breath, exhaling it with visible strain to steady your nerves before stepping into his office. Mori was seated on the sofa, legs casually crossed atop it. One hand supported his head while the other languidly pulled on a cigarette, his movements slow and hypnotic. A faint, unreadable smile curved his lips as his gaze settled on you.

“There you are. I assume the mission unfolded to satisfaction?”

You inclined your head in a gesture of respect, your face composed, expressionless.

“Good evening, Mori-sama. Yes, everything went according to plan.”

He lifted a hand in a slow, dismissive wave, rejecting the formality. You knew him well enough by now to recognize it as mere posturing. An illusion of equality, of civility. He is not, by any means, normal.

“As I’ve told you before, forget the pleasantries, Y/N.”

He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes trailing leisurely from your head to your heels. A sudden spike in your heartbeat momentarily disrupted your focus.

You wore a long, sleeveless black dress, its deep V-neckline plunging elegantly and a slit climbing high up one thigh. The fabric was luxurious, smooth to the touch, with a subtle sheen that clung to your silhouette. Paired with high-heeled shoes, it projected poise and refinement. Mori had once complimented the look, claiming it suited you and he had not taken back the praise since.

He rose with unhurried grace, approaching you with both hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored trousers. A tall man with a lean frame, he was dressed as always in a razor-sharp black suit. Visually, you almost complemented each other, save for the purple-and-white striped tie at his collar. The long black trench coat and pristine white gloves only enhanced the dangerous aura that suited him far better than the polished one he pretended to uphold.

Regrettably, the way he presents himself is precisely the thing that draws you in, whether you admit it or not.

“Very well. If everything proceeded as planned, you may take the day off.”

You should have felt relieved to receive this rare concession, this fleeting freedom he so seldom granted to anyone in the organization. Yet your thoughts were dulled by the pain still rippling beneath your skin, making your jaw tighten for just a second too long.

So when you spoke, your voice came out hoarse, the words scraped out through clenched teeth before you quickly corrected your tone.

“Thank you, M-Mori. Then… I’ll take my leave.”

You thought—no, you were almost certain—that you caught the slightest twitch of his brows, though his gaze remained locked with yours. Still, you didn’t trust yourself after missions like this. Illusions had tricked you before.

The air thickened as Mori gave his nod of approval a moment too late, but you feigned ignorance of the tension.

Your steps toward the door were firm, a deliberate show of confidence, your spine straight as you offered a shallow bow of farewell. Once outside, you exhaled slowly in relief.

Inside, Mori remained behind, a faint curve lifting one corner of his lips at your carefully constructed performance. His eyes shimmered with amusement—an idea already beginning to take shape.

﴾ ﴿

Coming to the Port Mafia had never been a matter of free will. Cast out by your parents, fanatics who branded you a demon and trembled in fear of your power, you had no choice.

And now, after ten years within these walls, the truth had settled in your bones: Mori manipulated you into staying.

All the lovers in the night.

You only discovered your ability 3 years before joining, at 15. And with the constant tension between you and your parents who had always wanted a flawless little doll to follow their instructions without question. It had been the worst possible timing. Your being was too innocent to be ruined like this.

You still remember how your tears stained the pavements of Yokohama, how hunger gnawed at you as you curled between buildings or blended in with the city’s discarded souls.

You could command people, override their will, make them obey. That’s why, when you screamed at your mother to stop—after another brutal school day and another round of disappointed expectations—you already knew what would follow. They were not kind when speaking of discipline.

But this time, something surged within you. A sharp current sparked from your fingertips, flared through your larynx, and forced the command into her like a pulse. The shock on her face was intoxicating. For the first time, you held the power. And it felt disturbingly natural.

“Get out of our house, you witch! And never come back!”

The last sweet words your father ever spat at you, shielding your trembling mother in his arms. Arms that had never once held you. The ones responsible for your own trembling. Maybe that was the root of it; the seed of something dark inside you. Jealousy.

It was the shift between autumn and winter, three years later, when you began working illegally, scraping by with whatever side hustles kept you alive. The first thing you ever bought was a mask that covered your eyes. A gift to yourself on your eighteenth birthday.

You still curse that day a decade later.

Your hands rubbed together for warmth by a fire lit with the help of your companions from the streets. They passed around cheap beer in celebration of your birthday. None of them knew the real reason their lives had changed. You had bent the world around them. You had made it easier for all of them.

Until today.

A sharp voice pierced the air. Irritated, slightly raised, carrying a tone that dared you to ignore it. Your name, called out like a command.

You turned immediately.

A young man stood with a black hat shading his face, the vivid orange hair beneath it catching in the moonlight. His grey eyes, darkened by shadow, locked onto you.

“Oi! You. Come with me.”

Chuuya’s hand rested on his hip beneath his cloak, the posture giving him the air of a spoiled, arrogant child.

You laughed quietly and glanced toward your friends, offering a smile meant to ease the worry they were too used to wearing when you were involved.

“And you are?”

Chuuya narrowed his eyes.

“Not your fucking business, girl. I suggest you start walking. You wouldn’t want to pick a fight with the Port Mafia, would you?”

Your eyes widened slightly as you gave him a sidelong look, then turned back to the others with a soft whisper.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

You stood, prompting a smug twitch in Chuuya’s mouth. As you approached, your expression shifted into a scowl. Arms folded, feet braced, your gaze was sharp.

“What do you want, foxy boy?”

Chuuya rolled his eyes, then gripped your arm with enough force to bruise, dragging you along.

“Shut up.” His strides were long, purposeful, though the destination remained a mystery. Muttering to himself, he added, “Why do I always get stuck with the most annoying errands.”

This is the kind of strategy Mori thrives on. Knowledge used as leverage. Control wrapped in civility. It’s what makes him dangerous. It’s what makes him effective. You had heard the whispers.

They frightened you.

But you didn’t trust the orange-haired brat. Not yet.

He led you through a building and into a kitchen. The cooks inside were trembling, hands fumbling with utensils as they continued to prepare meals. That alone made your stomach twist.

At the back exit, where there should’ve been only storage, Chuuya brushed aside an enormous stack of paper pallets—probably weighing a ton—with absurd ease. Just like that.

What?

“What the hell was that?”

He groaned and shoved you into a narrow, dim elevator. There was barely any space inside. Chuuya fell into silence, tapping his foot like an impatient child until the doors opened again—revealing a room far more extravagant than anything you imagined could exist beneath a rundown kitchen.

You swallowed hard to soothe your throat, your senses heightening. One hand twitched at your side, just in case.

A tall, slender woman stood before you, her cherry-red eyes vivid beneath pale scarlet hair. So much pink it almost hurt to look at her.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You blinked twice. Who the fuck were these people? And what exactly had orange boy just did minutes ago?

Chuuya nudged your back again, forcing you into a seat between the woman and a large desk.

Her gaze was anything but harmless.

“I’m Kōyō. I apologize for…” she glanced at Chuuya with amused contempt, “the ruthless invitation. It was necessary.”

“I’m sorry, what is this? Why am I here?”

She smiled, but it lacked sincerity.

“I expected you’d have questions. You see… our leader was very pleased to discover that you’re one of us.”

“One of you?”

Kōyō clearly didn’t appreciate your tone. Too self-assured, too undisciplined. She laughed, clearly mocking you beneath a veil of politeness. Still, she wanted you to believe she was being cordial. But you weren’t a fool.

“You didn’t really think you were the only one with…let’s say…powers, did you?” Her smile faded into a far more serious expression. “Anyway. Our leader would like to extend an offer. He wants you to join the Port Mafia.”

Your heart trembled, deep and unsteady.

“And what exactly does that mean?”

Kōyō intertwined her fingers, rested her elbows on the desk, and lowered her chin onto her hands.

“It means you’ll no longer have to live on the streets. On the contrary, you’ll be treated with respect and be valued for what you can do.”

Neither of you looked away.

You weighed everything. The offer, the danger, the people who had led you here. And with everything you’d endured, the decision wasn’t difficult.

“On one condition.”

Koyo’s hand flinched slightly, resisting the urge to strike you across the face. Instead, her smile widened like a mask slipping back into place.

“Hah. Mori warned me you wouldn’t be easy. What condition?”

“That the people orange boy saw with me never have to worry about tomorrow again.”

Chuuya opened his mouth to speak back, but Koyo lifted one finger. He fell silent immediately.

“Deal.”

﴾ ﴿‏

As you moved to knock, Kōyō offered you a false smile, gesturing for you to hurry. The door swung open swiftly, and your line of sight collided with someone’s body.

Lifting your gaze, your eyes met his. Mori’s stare was sharp, immobilizing you where you stood.

“Hello, Y/N. A pleasure to meet you.” His voice was smooth, and the way he said it—soft, indulgent—made you jolt. He chuckled, bringing a hand behind his head as he closed his eyes in feigned apology. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you. Please, come in.” He held the door wide for you.

“H-hello.” You cursed the tremor in your voice. Your first step betrayed hesitation, your body refusing to cooperate. Still, you forced yourself inside. For reasons you couldn’t explain yet, his presence disconnected you from yourself in a way that you felt drawn to him.

Your hands folded in front of you as you watched him shut the door. Mori motioned toward the armchair, silently requesting you sit, and only then did he lower himself into the one across. His hands folded neatly, resting on one knee crossed over the other.

You thought he might be the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He didn’t seem much older than you, perhaps twenty-five at most.

His smile deepened slightly as he caught you analyzing him.

“First, allow me to thank you for accepting your position as a new member here. I hope the others haven’t frightened you already.”

His tone was light, playful even, yet you couldn’t ignore the unspoken truth: you weren’t certain you’d ever had the option to decline.

“Why me?”

A sound of amusement escaped him as he stood, and the movement made your breath catch. Something about him unsettled you. Your skin prickled for reasons you couldn’t name; though the most prominent ones were the shame of your intrusive thoughts, and the fear of the unknown.

Your eyes widened when he knelt before you, resting on one leg, bringing himself to eye level. He was tall, and now that closeness made you feel even smaller than usual.

Mori’s hand moved slowly, testing the waters of your reaction. Your body ignited instantly, heart pounding in your chest. His fingers brushed your chin with a delicate touch.

Your lips parted in surprise. Mori’s gaze dropped to them before returning to your eyes, his smile sharpening into something more dangerous.

“Because you are special, Y/N. Far too special to be hiding away from the world, denying what you are capable of. And I… I would like to be the one to show you how special you truly are.” Mori leaned closer. His mouth hovered near your earlobe, and his whisper sent your blood surging violently through your veins. “If you’ll allow me, of course.”

He looked at you then, expectant. Your faces were separated by mere centimeters as you could feel his cool breath against your skin.

His deep violet eyes mesmerized you, and your head nodded before you even registered the movement.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes widened at the praise, unfamiliar with words like that falling upon you. His fingers withdrew, though not before his thumb gently caressed the heat rising in your cheeks.

He rose to his feet, brushing off his trousers in a deliberately slow motion before leaning against the edge of his desk.

Only then did you notice a painfully visible contrast. He had probably already registered how unkempt you appeared. Of course, you were clean—you would never allow otherwise—but your clothes, your hair, your face… nothing reflected the immaculate precision he embodied.

Mori noticed the subtle way your hands tugged at your clothes. An unconscious gesture, even to you.

“I’ll have my attendant prepare a room for you. Dinner as well, and a warm bath if you’d like. Additionally, you may purchase anything you need to wear. Although, I would prefer if you took my suggestions into account.”

“Okay. Th-thank you…?”

“Mori.” He answered swiftly, aware of why you hesitated.

“Mori-sama.”

You whispered it, curious how it would sound leaving your lips. His eyes glinted with something indecipherable for the briefest moment.

“Just Mori. For you.” You almost objected, but his gaze silenced you instantly. “Also, you’ll have your own maid. I assume one of your own kind will make you feel less uneasy than a man.”

Of course, Mori’s reasoning had nothing to do with your comfort.

After that, he simply enjoyed your silent consent before guiding you toward the door.

That night had been a success for Mori. In a way. Something unexpected had happened.

Mori would never recruit someone with an ability as powerful as yours and place them in such a high-ranking position. No. That would be dangerous. Difficult to control. He had already made that mistake once. With Dazai.

You two had joined around the same time. But with you, he’d been lucky. That night, he felt—no, he refused the word felt—he deduced, logically, that intimidation would not be the tool to bind you. He had to coax you into loyalty. Mold you without resistance.

Still, Mori didn’t always fully understand his own behavior.

Though he treated you like all others when it came to work and used you like a weapon, he permitted you certain things, always under the pretense that such favors would secure your allegiance.

For instance, when Kōyō had disciplined you too harshly for your admirable defiance, your unwillingness to respect figures of authority (though never Mori himself) it was he who had tended to your injuries. Whispering to you in the privacy of your tears.

“You should have listened to me, my dear. You know I always want what’s best for you. And you’re right. She is to blame… but you’re much smarter than she is, aren’t you? That’s how I see you. One day, you’ll surpass her. I promise. But in return, you have to listen to me too, yes?”

Or the times he called you to his private office, under the guise of monitoring your progress. When in truth, he simply wanted you to open up. To expose your past so he could learn how to use you more precisely. And in those moments, a strange hatred would rise within him. A fury toward anyone who had once failed you.

A hatred that made him certain, had they stood before him, he would have killed them on the spot.

Or when he invited you to formal gatherings, elegant venues, always under the illusion of you being his false partner. How he delighted in teasing you during such events, whispering against your ear.

“How does it feel to wear the dress I chose, knowing others can only admire you from afar because I’m standing beside you?”

“Stay close. You’re safe here. No one would dare touch what belongs to me.”

Obsession.

That is what you were to Mori.

But in recent years, Mori had slowly begun to feel you slipping through his fingers.

You had become far more distant, more composed. Detached, even. And yet your loyalty remained intact, your performance unflawed. That suited him perfectly, of course. It allowed him to pursue his visions for the stability of the Port Mafia—the only thing he had ever truly wanted, no matter whom he had to harm or eliminate in the process. And still, the thought gnawed at him. That something had shifted in you. That you were no longer the same, for reasons unknown to him.

So… he would have to play with you a little.

“Mori, you asked for me?”

You knocked lightly, your head slipping halfway through the office door, confusion coloring your expression as you caught sight of Mori staring out the window, brows furrowed. He turned slowly toward you, the furrow melting into an artificial smile.

“Oh, hello Y/N. Yes, indeed.”

A crucial mission was approaching, and he needed to test you once more—to ensure that loyalty still ran through your veins.

You locked the door behind you, walking steadily toward the couch he gestured at with a silent wave of his hand, guiding you to stand before him.

Beneath his violet, almost hypnotic eyes sat the familiar smile you once believed was meant for you alone. Later, you realized it was his signature, shown to many. Though not quite everyone. Not in that way.

Mori brushed a few strands of hair from your face. And though your chest felt almost as tight as it had the first day you met him, you offered him nothing more than a slight widening of your eyes.

“Tell me, have you ever wished to harm me?”

Your reflexes kicked in, stepping back instinctively, but his gloved hands caught you—one holding your wrist, the other placed firmly against your back. Your breathing hitched, growing unsteady.

“Sir?”

Your position, tilted back slightly, made it necessary to lift your gaze to find his.

“Even if I enjoy hearing you call me that…for various reasons, I’d prefer if you spoke to me plainly this time.” A faint blush bloomed across your cheek, which he observed with subtle satisfaction. “Answer the question. Honestly.”

You’ll probably die.

“Y-yes.”

His smile stretched wider as he gently returned you to your original posture and released you. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He let the silence linger before adding softly, “Now you have the opportunity.”

You frowned slightly, trying to read the undertone behind his interest.

“And why would I do that?”

“You’ve been loyal all these years. I’d like to reward that. I want you to use your ability on me.”

Now you were truly shocked. Your hands moved anxiously as you stepped back.

“Mori, what is this? Are you mocking me?”

He laughed lightly, entirely unbothered by your rising panic.

“No. Why would I mock you? Have I ever made fun of you?”

Now that you thought about it…

“No. I’m sorry.”

Mori’s patience thinned, but he allowed the conversation to unfold at its own pace. Only his eyes grew darker, urging you without words.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Mori exhaled quietly, removing one of his gloves. And before you could register what he was doing, his bare hand pressed against your thigh, fingertips drawing slow circles against your skin, watching as goosebumps rippled in his wake.

“I thought you were a bit more amusing, Y/N. But it’s alright. Do whatever you wish. Just do it.”

He tried to guess what might be going through your mind, but something in your expression shifted, and he sensed finally that something was wrong. More than he had assumed. Your gaze was vacant, unreadable. But the words you finally spoke startled even him.

“Answer me then. Are the rumors about you and Elise true? Yes or no.”

“No.”

The answer came as swiftly as it should have. There it was. A flicker of something behind your eyes, and then he felt your legs tremble from the pain slightly beneath his hand.

“I must admit, I wasn’t expecting that kind of question, Y/N. After all, you’re the only person I ever allow near Elise.”

A pang of guilt tightened in your chest beneath his gaze.

He was right. Elise always seemed to enjoy your company—at least, during the rare occasions when you were around.

Even though his ability dictated her summoning and tailored her presence to his desires, Elise often appeared to resent Mori. That contradiction had always confused you. Still, Mori’s sincerity now made things even more unclear, anchoring you back to your original impression. That, in his strange way, Mori considered Elise his daughter. And that opened a door to something else you remembered from ten years ago. Envy.

How could he be so suffocatingly protective of Elise, in a way that almost resembled genuine emotion, yet remain utterly unreachable to you?

But the thought evaporated when the pain exploded from your core to the top of your skull, forcing you to bend forward with a strained hiss.

The more emotional the command, the more it hurts.

Mori’s voice cut through the air, void of warmth.

“Y/N? Something different this time?”

He had only ever known part of the truth. You had all but handed yourself over to him, but with his calculating mind, Mori could never comprehend why such a question would be emotionally charged. And that made him uneasy.. He had never realized that the side effects were ten times worse than what he had witnessed. And not this time either.

You had never wanted him to see you weak. You feared he would cast you out. Abandon you back to the streets. So you had poisoned yourself with random commands, numbing the agony until it became tolerable.

Still… there were commands you could never dull.

You drew deeper breaths, oxygen flooding your brain as you tried to regain your composure and cast him a glance, only to flinch at the sharp seriousness in his expression.

“No, I’m sorry. Everything is fine.”

You tried to stand, but he seized your wrists and pulled you back down.

“Y/N, remember to never lie to me. Understood?”

Your heart was slamming against your ribs, and you barely managed to retract your damp hands before he could feel them.

“Yes, Mori.”

He studied your face, then gave a slow nod. Before you could anticipate it, Mori’s lips brushed your temple, a brief kiss that carried far more weight than it should have. He leaned in, his bangs brushing past your cheek, obscuring the edge of his face.

“Once a good girl, always a good girl for me.”

When you were younger, praise like that gave you butterflies in your stomach. But as you grew older, the butterflies descended lower.

So another powerful emotion that you felt appeared. Shame.

You stepped out with small, uneven steps—far less composed than usual. Behind you, Mori watched.

Watched your hips move with unconscious prominence in his favorite outfit of yours.

A subtle, possessive glint sparked in his eyes.

﴾ ﴿‏

The next mission had been unclear to you.

Cannibalism operations.

Hence, Fukuzawa and Mori emerged from their respective hiding places to rendezvous in a mansion known only to the two of them. They had both decided to put an end to the cannibal; through one of their deaths.

After hearing of the explosion the day before, and Elise’s failure to catch the police officer who stabbed Mori, everything collapsed into chaos.

Dazai discovered that the poison used in the attack had been imbued with a cannibalistic curse. One would have to die for the other to be saved.

And so it had become a descent into madness, with Mori guiding you silently—stationed at his side, observing every faction of the ADA and Port Mafia, only intervening when absolutely necessary. He even handed you a grotesque list of who mattered most within the organization.

But Mori had vanished.

No one knew where he was. And you were absolutely certain something had gone wrong when even Fukuzawa was nowhere to be found.

It had been disobedient, but you stopped observing. You broke away from your orders, frantically searching the premises, a dreadful feeling pulsing in your chest.

Until you saw the cat.

A calico—patches of orange, dark brown, and white fur with striking brown eyes.

A cat here?

As if you had communicated telepathically, the feline, perched on the overhead pipes, locked eyes with you longer than was natural… then turned and left. You didn’t know if you had finally lost your mind to illusions, or if your instinct was right to follow.

You chased after her. Running, turning, keeping pace. Until you lost her.

You spun around in place, searching for where she had gone.

Then you saw her again, right in front of you—sitting low to the ground, her gaze still locked with yours. You knelt, scooped her into your arms and studied her face, feeling somewhat deranged. But when you placed her down, she gently bumped her head against your leg in affection, brushing her tail against you several times before walking off.

You followed.

Now hidden behind a massive wardrobe, the cat curled against your side, you witnessed the scene unfold before your eyes.

“…Still the same repulsive ability as before.”

Fukuzawa’s voice reverberated through the space, his eyes fixed on Elise.

“Elise-chan, be gentle with him.”

Fukuzawa’s blade had already been drawn. So fast, you couldn’t see the steel. It was difficult to follow, the pace of the battle disorienting. You almost gave away your presence with a gasp when Fukuzawa’s sword sliced through Elise’s neck in a single, merciless arc.

“Sorry, Rintarou. I’ll wait for you on the other side.” Elise’s tiny hands caressed a blood-smeared Mori, now on his knees and barely conscious.

Mori had expected it, though sorrow briefly shadowed his features. Still, it was soon replaced by a soft, fading smile.

“So… it has come to this? My apologies, Elise-chan…”

You kept your eyes on Mori—wounded, unmoving—as his low voice reached Fukuzawa, who now lay collapsed on the ground.

“Forgive me, Fukuzawa-dono. I knew I could not win through force. So I pulled you into a war of words.”

Irritation struck you like a blade to the ribs. You resonated with Fukuzawa’s disillusionment. Yet the unease in your chest only deepened as Mori’s condition deteriorated.

And then…

A breeze. A tremor. A man who always worked behind the shadows. Natsume.

He appeared from the rubble, the calico cat vanishing as he emerged. Both Mori and Fukuzawa froze in disbelief. Behind the cabinet, you mirrored their shock.

“What troublesome fellows you are.”

With the calm authority only a mentor could possess, Natsume guided them both, urging them to resolve the crisis. He spoke of the Rats’ hideout, of their last chance to dismantle the chaos before it vanished again.

“Now both of you will prove that to me.”

It was surreal to witness. Two men who stood on opposite ends, now united for a shared cause.

You remained hidden. Silent.

Until the voice of the cat….no, Natsume called again.

“And as for your savior… I suggest she not be punished. Given the circumstances, she acted out of necessity.”

Mori furrowed his brows, lifting his exhausted gaze to his mentor.

“My savior?”

Natsume looked over his shoulder and gestured.

You emerged in a heartbeat. Darting between debris, you dropped down in front of Mori, breathless. Natsume tugged Fukuzawa by the collar of his kimono, dragging him to safety, most likely.

Mori’s head dipped from exhaustion. You caught his arms, looping one around your shoulders to support him. His lips twitched into a faint smile at the sound of your worried face.

“My savior, huh?”

You hadn’t said a word until now. You’d needed every ounce of strength. And only now did you understand what Natsume had meant—that Mori was about to learn your secret. Just how fragile you truly were.

“Mori, stay alive.”

His body jolted from your voice that was like a current, a pulse of power surging into him. You secured his torso against yours, bracing to carry him out.

Then you choked.

Blood flooded your throat. Your neck spasmed violently, staining your lips crimson. It poured down your chest in heavy rivulets. Your body shook from the unbearable pain.

“Y/N?” Mori’s voice was faint, barely more than a breath.

You tightened your hold on him and rushed forward, determination etched into your face.

Later, you would hear that Dazai had joined forces with Akutagawa and Atsushi—an unholy combination—to infiltrate the Rats’ hideout. Eventually, they uncovered Fyodor and turned him over to the Special Division for Unusual Powers.

Not that it concerned you now.

You couldn’t do anything; not after being in a coma for three days. You were now on your seventh day of recovery.

Mori had visited you nearly every day.

But not once had he said a word about the recycled lies you’d been feeding him for the last ten years.

And that terrified you.

﴾ ﴿‏

After a week passed, your body was fully restored. Well, that wouldn’t have happened so fast even with the most advanced medical intervention. After all, Mori was a doctor, a good one.

You had dressed in a sleek, body-hugging black military top with a high collar and an asymmetric short skirt. Beneath it, you wore thigh-high compression stockings, matte and seamless. Your fingers had just strapped to your upper thigh a tactical gun holster, one Mori had given you. Easy to reach in case of emergency. On the other leg, a more discreet strap secured a secondary concealed blade, if necessary.

Mori had entered the room without knocking, which startled you briefly before you finished fastening your outfit. His gaze slid from the top of your head to the soles of your feet before stepping aside to allow Elise inside.

“Good evening, Y/N. Sorry for the interruption.”

“Hi, Y/N!”

You smiled as Elise embraced you from the front, just as you draped a long, black flowing cloak over your shoulders.

“Oh, hi Elise!” You offered her a smile, gently patting her head, then glanced toward Mori with a meaningful look. “Everything’s fine.”

Elise looked at you anxiously, her face shadowed with sorrow.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

Mori leaned lazily against the doorframe, the edge of a smirk visible on his face, just as your eyes widened toward Elise.

“Take her, Elise-chan.”

“What?!”

What you remembered was the piercing pain in your leg, right before the moment your body collapsed to the floor.

Now, the flickering red light on the wall irritated your vision as you struggled to open your eyes. Regaining consciousness, something felt… off. As if by instinct, you tried to lower your hands, but were met with resistance.

You were restrained. That made your eyes open fully.

“Mori? What the fuck is this?”

Your voice was not filled with anger, nor disrespect. It carried fear.

Elise’s face appeared beside Mori, who stood in the middle of the room. Guilt was already forming in her expression.

“Language, my Y/N. I don’t believe you wish to worsen your situation.” Your lips parted, but the words refused to come out, frozen in your throat as he continued. “Elise-chan, you can go.”

“But—”

“I said now, Elise.”

His voice left no room for debate. Elise obeyed immediately, disappearing into the blurred background.

Only the two of you remained.

“Where am I? Are you going to kill me?”

Mori let out a soft chuckle, his eyes closing as he shook his head. Then, slowly opening them again, his gaze found yours as he began walking toward you.

“No need to worry, Y/N. No one will disturb us.”

Not that that helped your situation.

“If you want to kill me, just do it already.” Your heart trembled, a tear forming against your will.

“And lose all the amusement?” His tone was maddening, almost entertained. “But why would I want to do that?” Mori’s fingers barely grazed your skin, yet you flinched as if they had burned. His hand disappeared under your skirt, your heart stopping in your chest—until, in one swift motion, he removed the secured gun. “Why would I ever harm my loyal savior who’s stood by my side from the very beginning?” Mori lifted the weapon, examining it with false innocence. Yet the position you were in only heightened your unease.

You swallowed hard, the knot in your throat refusing to dissolve. This was not the time to pretend.

“You already know, M-Mori.”

His gaze lifted from the weapon to you, replying instantly.

“Do I?” His hand placed the gun on a nearby metal cabinet. Time seemed to move slower when he did things in that polished, deliberate way of his. Then his hands slipped into his pockets, watching you through dark strands of hair. “Why don’t you remind me, my dear?”

You groaned softly, clenching harder against the cuffs binding your wrists.

“Are the handcuffs really necessary? Like your mentor said, my intentions were always for your well-being… it really the punishment—”

“Y/N.”

Mori’s voice rose slightly. His hands braced the sides of your body, his expression intense, frown etched deep into his features. You gasped, shutting your eyes for a second at the sudden pressure.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer for your explanation, Y/N.” He leaned in until his mouth hovered near your ear, whispering. “You know how much I detest lies. Why would you do this to me?”

Your lips parted, but only breath escaped, not words. Your chest heaved beneath fearful eyes as you tried to speak.

His voice cut again, sharper.

“Tell me now, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes, your voice trembling violently.

“Because I didn’t want you to throw me away! I didn’t want you to see me as weak, as something disposable! I couldn’t risk that.”

Even if you couldn’t see him, Mori’s expression became unreadable. Your confession echoed into the quiet, and he let it hang in the air. Then, after a moment, his fingers tilted your chin toward him.

“Do you think I’m that cruel, Y/N?”

Mori smirked when your response came without hesitation. Neither of you broke eye contact.

“Yes.”

“I must say I’m deeply hurt. What gave me away?”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you asking me things you already know—”

Mori raised his eyebrow for just a moment, then withdrew his hand from your face and stepped slightly away, his gaze sharpening as though he sensed something that even he didn’t fully understand.

“And what am I supposed to know exactly?”

Your breath caught in your chest, your anger rising like a wave you could no longer suppress. You were consumed with rage by his arrogance, his games, the way he fed his ego with your pain.

“Because I know you, Mori! Because I fucking love you enough to know exactly how cruel you truly are.”

Mori’s pupils narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise. Even after all these years, you still found ways to catch him off guard. And this was not a welcome one.

To hear that your feelings had been real all along, perhaps reciprocal in a way, placed you in an entirely new light. Not a tender one, but one that intrigued him. Dangerously so.

Your tears streamed freely now, your cheeks hot. You watched yourself from somewhere far away—confessing your love to the man who had you bound and would most likely will torture you.

He stepped closer with slow, careful movements, until one of his hands cradled your cheek. His thumb wiped away your tears. You leaned unconsciously into his palm, humiliated by the comfort.

“That’s quite a problem, Y/N.” Your eyes, red and swollen, looked up at him. “For you. Do you want to know why?”

You shot him a glare and he smiled. Even when you’re think you're about to die, you still defiant like that.

“Because you believe you hold the ultimate truth, but love blinds you. It blinds you so utterly that you fail to see the man in front of you. And everything he’s done for you.”

Your tears froze in place. A sickness stirred in your stomach as your eyes locked in stunned silence.

“What do you mean, Mori?”

He removed his hand from your face, and you watched as it reached the cuffs. He unlocked them with ease. You remained limp like a dool, too stunned to react and that made it easier for him to turn you around. He re-cuffed your wrists behind your back.

You looked over your shoulder. He leaned down, speaking slowly, every syllable heavy.

“You didn’t end up in a high-ranking position by chance, Y/N. It’s because you are smart,” His eyes dimmed with something unreadable. “And strong. And above all… beautiful.” You averted your gaze out of shame. “But that doesn’t mean you haven’t disappointed me. And unfortunately, my cruel nature does not allow me to let that go unpunished.”

“Mori, please don’t—”

His arms closed in around your body—one sliding across your chest, the other cupping your face, his hand firm.

“Who knows…” His voice, low and perfectly calm, spilled near your ear. “Perhaps you’ll enjoy it… as much as I will. That depends solely on you, and the kind of punishment you choose for yourself, my dear.”

“What do you—”

A slap reverberated against your skin, landing just beneath your backside. Not painful enough to shock you—you had known worse—but sufficient to make you jolt, gasping and whipping your head toward him. A long handle with a silicone tip was now visible in Mori’s hand.

Another landed on the opposite thigh, beneath your skirt, snapping your head back around until your chin met the wall, your eyes staring up at the ceiling.

His strikes continued. Your lips trembled for several reasons. The sensation inside you was tangled, confusing. Looking into Mori’s eyes as you gasped, fear didn’t quite settle in. Not fully.

His gaze was altered—sharp in its focus, calculating. Like he was studying your reactions, not just punishing you. Measuring how far he could go before you shattered. A privilege Kōyō never gave you.

Still, before any of this had begun, something had already started to bother you. Some words. So persistently that it made you feel less ashamed of the fact that you were also… wet.

“…It blinds you so completely you no longer see the man in front of you or what he does for you.”

As your mind began to darken, his strikes drifted higher, now fully on your ass, which made the sensation easier to bear—because here, you liked it. Yet the sting still welled tears in your eyes.

“S-stop, Mori. Please—moan—”

That moment locked you in. You forced your eyes open, silently praying he hadn’t noticed. Of course, he had because he stopped precisely then.

Mori let out a faint chuckle as you pressed your face into the wall, hiding. Your legs trembled harder as you heard the soft, deliberate steps of his shoes closing the distance between you.

The contrast between his pleasant voice and his actions was deeply unfair.

“Did my Y/N just choose what type of punishment she wants?”

You hissed from the fresh bruises, his fingers brushing casually across your skin, never lingering too long—barely touching anything sensitive.

“C-can you untie me? Please, Mori?” You let out a hiccup, overwhelmed already, and the burning sting around your wrists only added to the disarray.

“Hmm.” Mori tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his breath warm against it. “Should I trust you again to be a good girl?”

You hated how well he knew what kind of words still stirred something in you.

“Y-yes. I swear, please!”

As he slowly unfastened the restraints, his hands traced your arms, gliding along to your shoulders. Then, suddenly, he turned you around and pinned you to the wall with force, making you groan from the impact—your back catching against the cold surface.

You realized you preferred being turned around. At least there, you didn’t have to meet his eyes.

Now you had no choice. Mori stood before you with a piercing gaze. His parted lips aligned with yours, his eyes lingering on them, thumb pushing lightly against your mouth.

“You see, I’m a man of honor, Y/N. I don’t like when people avoid confirming my theories.”

You blinked, not fully understanding what he meant—your mind fogged by the heat of his stare. He had to be insane if he couldn’t see how desperate you were for him now.

“Mori, please touch me. Please."

He leaned closer, lips grazing yours before his voice dropped into a whisper, curved by a smirk.

“What a shame we lost so much time… If I had known you’d beg so easily, I would’ve ruined you long ago.”

His words sounded wicked, but his lips contradicted them. He moved with restraint, like you were breakable, like this was only a test. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t even realize what was happening until he pressed deeper, parting your lips with his own.

You let out a moan against him, and that was it. The last thread of Mori’s control snapped. One of his hands cupped your cheek, forcing your mouth wider, tongue slipping past your lips. The other supported your weakening posture, resting on the small of your back.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. They still felt limp from being bound so long. You were entirely at his mercy, practically collapsing into him as he consumed you.

His grip shifted to your hips when he heard you moan again, deepening the kiss. Mori tasted like sin, intoxicating and you couldn’t get enough. You whimpered when his teeth caught your lip, biting until the taste of metal spilled into both your mouths.

Mori’s thumb smeared the thin line of blood across your lower lip. His other hand pressed more firmly to your face, neither of you breaking eye contact.

Both of you were breathless now, breaths jagged, trembling. Yet Mori said nothing about the way your pupils had dilated.

Because he already knew.

To your left was a table you hadn’t noticed until now. A metal table, with ropes tied to the bars surrounding it, next to elevated cabinets filled with objects unidentifiable to your blurred vision. Mori’s hand moved to your throat, squeezing lightly before pushing you towards the table, until your back met it in a shallow gesture of support.

His gaze was feral, the strands of hair veiling his eyes made them darker than they already were. It was as if he was disturbed by how affected he looked, as if this were a weakness that shouldn’t exist. His voice was clear, almost threatening, though still soft, persuasive.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done here. Oh no, we’ve barely begun.”

You felt a shiver trace your spine as the hand that wasn’t on your neck began caressing your body, teasing your breasts and traveling further downward, between your legs but not quite where you needed him most. You trembled, gasping against his mouth as his fingers began circling between your inner thighs.

“M-Mori—”

His jaw tightened at your needy sound, enraged by the urge to give you what he wanted too soon. Still, maybe there was pleasure in delaying it as well.

Finally, Mori’s fingers touched your clothed clit, teasing along the fabric before pressing harder, feeling the dampness soaking through and letting out a faint hiss.

“It’s something you want, Y/N?”

You whimpered as he stopped focusing only on it, rubbing up and down before cupping your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck! Please, M-Mori! I-I was a good girl until now, y-yes?”

His wicked smile widened, rewarding your begging by pushing your panties aside and beginning to circle your clit more deliberately. Your hands moved to your sides, propping yourself against the table as your breathing escalated rapidly toward relief, feeling aroused far too much for far too long. But you expected he wouldn’t let you have it, as Mori stopped right before the peak.

“Such a filthy mouth for such a beautiful woman.”

Mori’s finger tested your entrance and you were breathless, holding yourself only to prevent him from stopping again. Your head tilted back as Mori added another finger, considering how easily you’d taken the first. His pace was slow but relentless, pressing deeper and deeper until your hips buckled, begging with your body for more and more.

You felt your breath constrict as his hand tightened around your throat now, pulling you toward him as his fingers started moving faster inside you. He caught your mouth in the process, kissing you messily, his tongue dominating and swallowing every shattered moan. You were so close your eyes stung, tears welling as your legs barely held your weight. He slipped one of his legs between yours, keeping you from collapsing as you unconsciously drew your thighs together.

Both of your foreheads were pressed together in trembling support, and your begging didn’t stop until you screamed his name, your orgasm spilling over his fingers.

He continued moving in and out, dragging it out before pulling away and opening your mouth, where you immediately accepted his fingers and cleaned your own release from them. Your cheeks flamed with shame, but his gaze silenced all protest, the dominance in them functioning like law.

You gasped when he leaned over you, grabbing both your legs and lifting you. You looked down at him, startled, but he answered every question when, in one swift movement, he flipped you and laid you across the entire table. When he began tying down your arms and legs, panic bloomed in your chest.

“Mori, what do you want to do to me?”

He gave you a glance before returning to securing your ankles.

“Do you trust me, Y/N?”

In a dangerous way, you did. You were beginning to connect the dots from every time he had somehow shielded you from worse things. If he wanted you to suffer or die, he would’ve done it long ago. You knew Mori enough to understand collateral victims meant nothing to him. But precisely because he was Mori, you knew you shouldn’t trust him fully.

“Yes.”

He gave you that hypnotic smile, as a thrilling spark surged through him. When he reached for your wrists, tying them tightly, he leaned above you again.

“Then you know I am a man of my word, and you won’t be getting rid of me so easily.”

You were deeply confused, until you saw him from the corner of your eye taking out a… red toy? Before you could ask again what he was about to do, the vibrator answered by itself when Mori turned it on and placed it directly against your clit, firm enough not to shift from that spot.

You gasped, eyes widening before Mori started speaking again, staring at you with anything that seem like remorse.

“This should keep you sufficiently occupied while I finish my business. I’ll try to hurry… or who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind, considering how much you’ve disappointed me.” Mori stroked your cheek, towering above you one more time before leaving. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Your hips bucked uncontrollably at the constant pressure, and your wrists strained against the restraints.

“Mori, please—I can’t hold on much longer! Please—”

He didn’t respond as you tried to reason with him, until he turned once more at the door, offering you a brief smile over his shoulder before disappearing.

﴾ ﴿‏

You felt yourself unravel, crying again and again throughout the past hour. Begging for someone, anyone, to come and end this. It had already been too many orgasms for your clit to still register pleasure. You felt overly sensitive, though each release only grew in intensity, sending tremors across your whole body, distressing and relieving you in a loop that wouldn’t break. You couldn’t say this hadn’t been a fantasy of yours. You’d be a hypocrite to pretend. But now, soon enough, you wouldn’t be able to withstand it anymore. You felt so weak you could barely speak, your mind entirely consumed by one name.

Until he returned.

“Oh, hello Y/N. I suppose I’m a little bit late?” He offered an innocent smile, removing his gloves and tucking them into his trousers, the cloak behind him casting a haunting silhouette that made you see him as nothing short of an enemy in this moment. “Or should I wait some more? Hmm…”

Your cries intensified, voice rising desperately toward him.

“You’re so mean to me! Please stop… Please Mori—I can’t anymore!”

“Ooff…” His fingers slid between your trembling legs, teasing once more before the vibrator finally ceased. “But if I were truly so mean, I wouldn’t be listening to you now, would I?”

His eyes trailed downward toward the mess between your legs, the puddle of release you had left, and his expression twisted with a disturbing tinge of pride.

He took a small towel and began cleaning you gently, watching you whimper at the overstimulation. Mori’s hands moved with a tenderness that disarmed you, comforting you so thoroughly it terrified you. He unbound the ropes that had kept you locked in merciless bondage and massaged your wrists carefully.

You were visibly weakened, and Mori lifted you easily into a seated position, his arm bracing your back as he helped you drink some water. His gaze never left your face, as if reading every flicker of expression you wore. His sick affection for you seemed to grow by the second, especially now that you were completely at his mercy. And he couldn’t let himself torment you like that without also taking into account your limits. Especially since it would only make you depend on him more.

He picked you up in a bridal-style, and you rested your head against him. Not knowing the destination or what was about to happen, you simply closed your eyes and let him carry you into his office, your naked and vulnerable body covered only by his black cloak. Not that Mori would ever let anyone see.

He placed you gently on a sofa, allowing you a moment to hold yourself up with your own hands while he moved in front of you, sitting in a chair placed across the low table. One leg crossed over the other, a hand resting on his knee and the other against his cheek, propped up on the armrest. Mori said nothing, not until he noticed your breathing finally begin to even out and your gaze become more aware of your surroundings.

Mori was lying back on the sofa chair, in the same position as before, although now his gaze was strange, unfamiliar. As if contemplating something to which you still had no access. He had lit a cigarette slowly, only the flick of the lighter being heard in the room.

Drawing in slowly, you were almost high on the sight of the burning paper as he inhaled deeply, exhaling with what seemed like practiced ease. You looked up and down at him, shamelessly appreciating the unbuttoned shirt and the disheveled tie, as if it had been tugged because he couldn’t breathe properly.

When your eyes met, you froze. You were waiting eagerly for his voice, the tension building with every second as you drowned in his dark, violet eyes.

“Come show me how much you’re sorry, my savior.” Your heartbeat quickened, lingering on his words until he added, after another drag, “Only if you want, of course.”

Mori’s eyes glinted with intrigue, a fierce stare. He didn’t move, as if he were a statue, watching you with interest as you… began to walk toward him. Crawling.

When you reached him, you knelt at his side and Mori’s expression remained unreadable. The fingers that weren’t holding the cigarette reached slowly for your cheek, brushing against you delicately as you leaned into him, closing your eyes. Gently, his fingers moved to your parted lips, pushing down your lower lip until you let out a faint gasp. You opened your mouth further, letting his thumb enter, your tongue swirling around it.

Mori’s mouth opened slightly at the same time, switching his thumb with two long fingers and pushing them into your mouth. You closed your lips around them, sucking eagerly and rocking your hips slightly at the sensation. He pushed deeper, reaching your throat and making you gag, your eyes fluttering open as you moaned around him.

His fingers left your mouth, dragging slowly over your lips, spreading them before both of his hands rested on the armrest. He didn’t utter a single word, offering you nothing while your trembling hands approached his pants, hesitant. You undid the belt with urgency, licking your lips in hunger until he aided you, just a little, to pull his pants down.

“Can I?”

You forced the words out, your throat dry and voice hoarse. His pleasant tone turned colder.

“As you wish.”

You palmed him over the dark fabric of his black shorts, and though Mori didn’t say anything, his jaw clenched.

Seeing the precum staining the cloth made a dangerous pride rise in you—because you did that. At least you weren’t the only one affected. Just looking at it made you impatient, your mouth leaning in to suck over the fabric. The way you worshipped him was intoxicating, massaging his balls, painfully full, relieving him more than the cigarette he extinguished at that moment. That hand came to your head, grabbing a bit of your hair as the other one freed itself, his cock resting directly on your open lips and you gasped. Trying to lick more, but his grip tightened.

Your hand reached down to hold the base of his cock, slapping it lightly on your tongue as you looked up at him. His gaze was intense, containing himself, but he swallowed at the lust in your eyes. At least it drew a reaction.

“Open more for me, my dear.”

Instantly, you parted your mouth wide, accepting his throbbing tip, swirling your tongue over it. He pushed deeper, forcing more in and you welcomed it, moaning around him.

He could admit he didn’t expect you to be this eager, your hand going where your mouth couldn’t reach, trying to suck more of him. He was big, big enough to make you impatient for when he’d finally be inside. Hoping he would. You threw him a challenging look, determined to make him do it, and without his help, you began to suck him up and down again and again until Mori let out a sound of pleasure, a low but audible groan.

That beautiful sound only made you take him deeper, gagging yourself with his cock as you felt him harden. Mori pushed your head further, locking your mouth around him until your nose pressed against the base. You looked up at him, teary-eyed, obedient. He started thrusting slowly, using your mouth, choking you with it. You tried to breathe through your nose, but it was clear Mori wanted to control your breathing. Letting you inhale only when he wished, but not excessively, testing your limits while looking into your eyes, now full of something he was certain of. Love.

Just before reaching climax, he pulled out of your mouth. You caught your breath immediately, only to let out a needy whine. You needed it too much that you took his cock again and resuming your worship.

“My, my. Don’t tell me—Aah—You want me to feed you in your mouth, my Y/N?”

You nodded desperately, letting him thrust again, slow and deep in your throat, until he grabbed your head and held you still, feeling his release invade your tastebuds. His load was thick, difficult to swallow completely, some of it leaking down your chin and over your needy breasts. You choked on it, and only then did Mori lift your face, wiping the excess off your lips and pushing it back in with his fingers, gagging you a little. His hand moved over your face, caressing down to your neglected breasts, massaging them and teasing your nipples until he tugged at them. You moaned, chasing his greedy hands—but he stopped.

His breathing was ragged, barely steadying as he tilted his head back, brushing strands from his face, then looked down at you still kneeling and admiring him.

He stood up, lifting you in the process, approaching your mouth until your lips brushed. Mori’s hand slid around your throat, holding you when you tried to kiss him. Your stares locked, intense where so many things left unspoken. Only after a moment did his mouth find yours, kissing you rougher, forcing your lips open and slipping his tongue inside to dominate yours. His other hand gripped your hair, making you hiss when he tilted your head back, clearing space for his mouth to trail down your neck. The hand on your throat tightened once more, cutting your breath just enough before descending to your breasts, gripping them hard.

He undressed you slowly, pulling your bra aside and kneeling to strip off your soaked panties and skirt in a single motion and you felt deeply intimidated by his gaze over your body.

Mori turned you around at once, placing a hand on your back to bend you over the table while the other slapped your ass harder, again and again. His roughness increasing with each strike.

“M-mori! Please—Ah, fuck!! Mhmm—”

He caressed your reddened skin, admiring the color, then placed a hand in front of your body, gripping your chin and tilting your face toward him.

“What are you begging for, Y/N? What else do you want from me?”

Your lips trembled, stuttering, barely able to stand.

“Fuck me, Mori. F-fuck me already—”

He let out a soft chuckle, turning in the process as you came closer to undress him, fumbling eagerly. He removed his clothes, standing bare before you and you placed your fingers on his body, massaging him slowly and looking up at him entirely. You bit your lip, showing your impatience, and his hands came over your hips, his body leaning to whisper in your ear.

“With pleasure.”

He lifted you easily, your legs locking around his waist, your arms resting over his shoulders as he placed you on the couch. Although, he prefered his bed. Maybe next time.

Seeing your hands reach between his thighs, he grabbed the tie and bound your wrists above your head. Your lips brushed in the process, as he towered over you. Your pleading gaze was intoxicating, yet he would not let you take control for too long.

“I believe I’ve already taught you how to be an well-behaved woman, haven’t I?”

“Y-yes. I’m s-sorry, I’ve just—”

His smile tilted as your mouth parted wider, just as you felt his cock spreading your arousal across your folds, teasing your clit before finding your entrance. He knew you were wet enough, yet he chose to relish the slowness before pushing inside, filling you deep enough to sting a little.

His hand cupped your face, his eyes devouring you. You could see he was feeling just as much, his thrusts slow yet powerful. Pulling out, sinking back in, groaning from how good you felt.

Mori leaned over you and you pulled him closer, and in the process, he untied you, letting you wrap your arms around his long hair as his mouth found your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, biting harder, matching the rhythm of his deep thrusts. You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming his name, moaning with every slow, punishing thrust that made the couch shudder. Mori’s hand wrapped around your previously bound wrists while the other choked you.

“Harder? My beautiful woman want harder?”

You locked your legs tighter around his hips, urging him deeper and he groaned, throbbing inside you.

“Yes, yes! Please, M-Mori!”

He parted his lips at the sensation, rising slightly to look at you. The hand that had been choking you came to your mouth, pushing inside, and you sucked his fingers desperately. He slowed his thrusts, sensing he wouldn’t last much longer, especially since the delicious torment he had inflicted on you was now affecting him.

“You’ll obey only me from now on?”

“Y-yes!” You rolled your eyes back from the pleasure, your mind focused entirely on the feeling.

“And you’ll be only mine this way?”

“Yes, but—”

You couldn’t finish between your moans, his fingers making you cum again, circling your clit rapidly.

“But what, Y/N?”

“But you m-must—Fuck!—be mine too!”

Mori’s smile widened, lowering his mouth over yours.

“You’re already ruined me, my dear. That’s why you must be just as ruined as I am.”

You dared to bring your hand to his cheek, your thumb lingering on his mouth as you tried not to avert your eyes, locking your gaze on him just as your body began to convulse, climaxing around his cock and nearly pushing him out. He groaned at the sensation, thrusting two more times roughly before pulling out, stroking himself with parted lips as his second orgasm spilled across your belly and lower, closer to your cunt.

He maintained eye contact, intense as ever, until both your breaths began to return to something almost normal.

You felt more exhausted than you had in years, not even a mission had drained you like Mori’s punishment did. He rose from you, going out of sight to fetch some tissues and wipe you down superficially, making a mental note to ask the maid to prepare a bath and later help tend the bruises on your body. But that would be his task. He wanted to be the only one to do it.

No longer after this, anxiety returned. The weight of everything that had happened settling in hazily. Uneasy, wondering if everything he said had only been manipulation, meant to keep you here, secured. After all, Mori’s words had been vague, but they’d struck something deep inside you. After dressing himself, he turned to you, helping you do the same, kneeling on one knee beside the couch.

He didn’t look at you. Not yet. Mori couldn’t risk being too open, even with you. But the residue of his feelings remained well hidden behind his eyes when he finally did look up, caressing your vulnerable face.

“I hope you didn’t dare lie to me about everything you’ve said so far.”

You nodded faintly, with the last trace of strength you had.

“I didn’t lie.” You swallowed before adding, making Mori delay standing as he looked at you again. “But I hope you didn’t either, even if it’s hard for me to believe everything you say, Mori.”

Mori’s logical mind berated him silently for having said too much, yet he gave you a rare form of reassurance.

“I assure you I wouldn’t lie about such things. Not to you.”

You studied his face, trying to trust him—and a part of you, not just the one drawn into his wicked charm, did believe him. Especially since he let you see the clarity in his violet eyes, which were usually devoid of warmth, unmoved by ordinary struggles.

You nodded, accepting his words as he rose, putting on his white gloves and then his cloak.

“I’ll request a hot bath for you. By tomorrow, I need you to regain your strength, because I need you to excel in your next missions.”

You rose slowly from the couch, looking at him with newfound certainty. Before he walked out the door, his usual smile, that heralded trouble, curved onto his lips.

“And who knows, perhaps the rewards will be even more enjoyable for you.”

Your cheeks flushed as Mori left the room.

You contemplated for a moment too long, your heart throbbing painfully. But one thing was clear—this was the first time you had ever felt so alive.

[seangelfish]

What they do for White Day (pt.1)

❥ Featured characters: Chiaki Morisawa, HiMERU, Subaru Akehoshi, Natsume Sakasaki, Wataru Hibiki

❥ Tags: Fluff, established relationships/mutual crushes, stories are based on the !! era, no mention of pronouns

❥ A/N: Happy White Day, everyone! (≧◡≦) ♡ Since I wrote this concept for a request for Mayoi (which can be found here), I decided to write for a few more characters through a randomizer (also trying to write for characters I haven't written for yet)!

🤍 CHIAKI MORISAWA

Chiaki was thrilled when he received homemade chocolates from you, his lovely partner, for Valentine's Day. It was a dream come true for him! He had always wanted a partner to give him homemade bento boxes for lunch, but this was something entirely new, something even more special!

"Thank you so much, (Y/N)!" he beamed. "I love you!"

He had promised he would repay your love back on White Day, but the time between those days made Chiaki a nervous wreck. He was worried that whatever he did for you wouldn't live up to your expectations, but simultaneously, he was really excited to profess his love to you that day too.

You were going to love whatever he did anyway.

On White Day, Chiaki decided to make you chocolates too. He planned to make white chocolate and decorate it with blue sprinkles along with icing that said, 'Happy White Day!'

With determination and perseverance, Chiaki managed to do it! However, he also got you backup gifts if it tasted bad…

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)! I love you a lot," he said. "Thank you for sticking with me!"

🤍 HiMERU

He didn't expect you to gift him anything for Valentine's Day because your relationship was purely professional. However, when you sought him out, pulling out a beautiful box of chocolates addressed to him, he was completely stunned. Despite how calculating his character was, he didn't calculate this at all.

Yet when he thought about it, piecing two and two together, it made sense that you had feelings for him. He had accepted your feelings on the day, but he also wanted to return the gesture on White Day as he believed you deserved it.

But also because he realised that he did love you too.

HiMERU is one to plan out the perfect date and the perfect gift. He took you out to dinner in a botanical garden restaurant and then surprised you with a glistening white necklace.

As he helped you clip the necklace around your neck, he wished for the newfound relationship to go well.

"Thank you for loving me, (Y/N). I will do my best to treat you in the way you deserve because I have fallen for you too. Happy White Day."

🤍 SUBARU AKEHOSHI

It has been a year since you have established a relationship with Subaru, one of your closest friends. But despite being friends for so long, he treats you like you mean the world to him even more than before. So when you gifted him your homemade chocolates on Valentine's Day, he was over the moon, jumping up and down in excitement that his lovely partner had gifted him something so special.

"Uwa~ Thank you so much, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I love it and I love you! Be prepared for White Day, okay~? ☆"

Subaru went all out. After school, he grabbed you by the hand and made you run with him to the park where he swiftly prepared a White Day-themed picnic. In addition to that, he presented you with a gift basket containing all your favourite chocolate and sweets.

"Sorry, I didn't know what to get you, so I got you everything! I hope you like it as much as I like you! Happy White Day, (Y/N)!"

🤍 NATSUME SAKASAKI

It was probably the worst time to give him chocolates, but the school day was ending, and you hadn't seen him around until the very end. You had asked Sora for his whereabouts, and he had to guide you to their secret room where Natsume was burning chemicals that smelt like roses.

And that's because he was burning roses.

He was clearly in a bad mood which made you want to chicken out, but you also didn't want to waste your chances. You called out his name, tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned around with a shocked expression on his face, you took his hands and gave him the bag of chocolates.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Natsume."

His face was as red as his hair that day.

He had wanted to accept your feelings right there and then, but he withheld it for White Day. He wanted to prepare you something in return, so when the day finally arrived, he sought out you this time.

When he found you in the gardens, he accepted your love by gifting you a bouquet of white roses that sparkled with the help of his magic, and some heart-shaped candy he had bought.

But what he really wanted to do was confess that he had loved you for the longest time. It was the reason why he was mad that day because he had thought you didn't share the same feelings as you didn't come to see him earlier.

"I was stupid," he admitted. "But I'm not stupid for loving you. Happy White Day, (Y/N)."

🤍 WATARU HIBIKI

Despite being in a long-time relationship with Wataru, he was really hard to come by when the two of you were at work even when you were a producer at Star Pro. He liked popping in and out of places, so you never knew where he was until he appeared in front of you.

You never tried hunting him down because regardless of that characteristic, he always had time to meet you. So on Valentine's Day, you waited for him to show up to give him your homemade chocolates. He was absolutely delighted, twirling you around and kissing you on the cheek.

Therefore, on White Day, he already had everything planned out. He had Yuzuru give you an invitation to one of his shows which had you confused at first, but you went anyway. What you didn't expect was that the show was specifically for you only.

"My darling, the love of my life, welcome to your White Day show!" he chorused. "Now, let's get started with the first segment! ☆"

The show contained a lot of entertaining magic tricks, doves, and sparkles. When it came to a close, he declared his love for you and out popped a bouquet of white and blue flowers. He jumped off the stage and presented them to you, cupping your cheek affectionately.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N). I hope you enjoyed the show."

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[akutasoda]

Hello!!! Can i request where reader (us) gets injured very badly from protecting them ^^ especially Chuuya pleasee you can also add other characters♡ Feel free to ignoreee~☆

im glad you were strong

synopsis - they'd be dammned if anything happened to you, especially right in fron of them for their sake

includes - chuuya, oda, natsume

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, angst to comfort, mentions of injury, wc - 903

chuuya nakahara ★↷

if there was one thing that you and chuuya had in common was stubbornness. noticeably he was more stubborn than you but you had your own ways of behaving in such a way. this trait paired with your love for eachother often meant it could have dire consequences that started as sweet intentions.

and that was what had occurred. a mission with your beloved, nothing seemed to be able to go wrong but there always was exceptions. something had caught you off guard and still left chuuya blindly unaware. and that something was a quick flash of what seemed to be one of the opposition's ability users.

it didn't really matter to you which one because before you knew it you had jumped in the way. red flashed in his vision as he turned around just in time to witness you get injured and all of a sudden it was like one of his worst fears come true. the enemy was crushed under the weight of gravity in a mere matter of seconds that was only intensified by his anger and panic.

simultaneously, he grabbed your body and brought it to his chest as he sat you down properly to assess the damage. it was a rather large gash that ran from your shoulder and across to your wrist. he wanted to scold you, he really did as if it were any worse you most likely would've died on the spot. but you were still here and if anything he needed to get you medical attention.

he always wanted to protect you. he wouldn't know what he would do should you leave, but he knew you'd do the same. which was what you did. and no matter how much he scolded you you could only sheepishly laugh and tell him it was worth it to keep him safe.

sakunosuke oda ★↷

he was always extremely cautious about the line of work he occupied. especially when it came to involving you. the last thing he'd ever want was for you to receive his backlash for his mafia duties and it put you in danger.

but he knew how strongly you could feel about things and protecting him was one of those things. you were both well aware that either of you would go to the ends of the earth to protect each other. and you both would stick to that.

so when you offered to meet him after he finished for the day, seeing as he got let off earlier, you didn't think much of it. you greeted him with a smile and he did the same but immediately he could tell something was going to happen. his ability activated and his mond was filled with the gruesome image of you dying before his eyes.

so before anything happened he took you in his arms and to safety of the dingy little alley between the shops. he knew as long as he could see what happened next nothing could touch you. and so he was able to successfully loose the unknown assailant and then decided to just go home with you.

but even back in the safety of your shared home, those images stuck with him. what would he do with himself if he lost you? the image of you dying before his eyes taunted him constantly, playing at the back of his mind. and as he drew you ever closer at night, all he could think about was keeping you safe. even if he had to risk his life to do so.

natsume soseki ★↷

it was rather a safe assumption to say that not many knew of his existence - or rather the ones that did, normally didn't have the friendliest intentions. it always did concern you a little but you knew he was capable and so were you! and the fact he was under witness protection for a reason you didn't know yourself.

but recently he had really worried you by arriving home later than he planned. he informed you that something occurred at the play he had set out to watch but it had been sorted and there was no worries. you hated when he did this. but you both knew by this point what that met and so you simply told him to keep safe.

but it seemed the group that was out for him this time were a bit more persistent than usual. he had left earlier the next morning and around lunch you informed him you were heading out for a shop and he offered to join you. by no surprise, he asked you to meet just neaf the bar he frequented for some reason.

you smiled upon seeing that same calico fur approach you. but something was wrong, call it intuition or call it spotting the shady figure standing not too far away. and as that figure broke into a sprint, so did you. and rightfully you sent them running but not after they landed a few hits on you. once the coast was clear, natsume shifted back and immediately took his place beside you.

you smiled at him, saying it was nothing really. but he wouldn't exactly call multiple deep slashes 'nothing'. he knew you'd do anything to protect him and he would do the same to you. doesn't mean he wont scold you when you go out of your way to protect him.

[poetryandfluffycats]

imagine meeting with Natsume at his place thinking you're going to bang but he ends up yapping about magic showing you card tricks while his cats are nuzzle against both of you and you just end up being cutely romantic and domestic having a slumber party.

also i bet Natsume's pj's are the coziest he looks like he'd sleep in warm clothes with starry patterns and that he'd smell good when you cuddle...

eepy natsumes card when.

i could listen to natsume yap for hours tbh. being all "woah!!" and clapping at his card tricks even tho its probs the most basic shit u ever did see. being all lovey dovey and falling asleep in each others arms while ur wearing the fluffiest coziest pj's ever. so warm very nice.

[myunghology]

✦ double take. — s. natsume (secret tag @lunavixia)

being in different classes meant that natsume couldn't see you all the time. why should it matter to him, anyway? it's not like he needed to see you 24/7.

he could say that he never thought about you in a sense that.. he'd have liked you. but he'd be lying to himself at that point. he can't lie about the way his gaze always tries to find you in the midst of the crowds at school events,

even thinking, 'oh, [name] would love this' whenever he takes a picture of the sunset or sunrise for you. or everytime he takes a picture of you whenever you don't notice.

he doesn't see anyone but you.

the way natsume wants to spend summer with just the two of you, and maybe his cat as well. the way his eyes light up at the sight of your smile, his expression reflecting yours.

he genuinely doesn't know what's come over him for him to feel like this— consoling in his groupmates about this wasn't a very good idea anyway. not that he considered it in the first place.

when you genuinely point to the stars in the night sky and ask him about constellations, as he clicks his tongue and says "you're stupid," in a playful manner of course! but still ends up explaining to you every single constellation he knows.

you're his vice, his muse, and he doesn't want to see anyone but you.

an unexpected couple— but not a bad pair. was what people, or your classmates would say to each other whilst on the topic of your relationship. even though it was random, they can't lie to themselves and say you didn't look good together.

sparks would fly above you whenever you were together, after all. it's as if they could feel the love.

the way you tease him once you're together, about how his phone wallpaper is a picture of you while playing with his pet cat, a sight he would pay to see.

this of course doesn't go unnoticed by you, the way natsume would offer to hold your bag, or even waking you up early to see the beautiful sunrise.

he knows you'd be mad at him for waking you up early— but he also knows that you'd be happy from seeing the sunrise itself.

bonus points! he gets to see you happy, which makes him happy as well.

the way he'd tease you, but that's his love language after all. who could blame him anyway? your reactions are adorable. especially when he coos at you to stop whining.

in a way, he's so awestruck by you, to the point that he's most definitely picking up your little habits. in a way, that he actually becomes clingy whenever your behind closed doors.

not that you mind, though.

@myunghology — no dialogue fic is crazy chat!! also super short sawry ;-; ill make an actual scenario next taym

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Spooktober. Lantern

Self-Aware! Ichiyo Higuchi x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Natsume Soseki

Description: You and Higuchi are trying to praise an ugly decorative lantern, and Natsume is a cat.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Fluff. Short

A/N: A short fic for a Spooktober.

You were eyeing a decorative lantern on your table. It was a present from one of your distant uncles. He worked in a decor stores and, for some reason, took half of his paycheck in decorations.

Probably for presents.

You weren't against a new decor item. But, you were against this one lantern.

It was ugly. Not in a "cute ugly, "Halloween ugly" or a "funny ugly" way. In an "ugly and cheap" way. The mansion might not have a luxurious decor, but you still have standards.

And you can't get rid of it. Because your uncle used a courier to deliver the lantern to you, and you were currently on the video call with the uncle, and he knew and saw, that lantern were in good shape. And, if you threw it away, he will be disappointed.

"So, what do you think?" your uncle sounded proud of himself. You were thinking for the best way to answer his question. Higuchi decided to fill the awkward silence.

"It looks... unique." she tried not to look at the lantern or at the monitor. You slowly nodded.

"Yes... Unique..."

Your uncle frowned.

"You didn't like it?"

You quickly grabbed the phone and start circling around the living room, shoving it to your uncle.

"No, I like it. It will be the great audition for the room, see? Everyone will pay attention to it the moment they come in."

Higuchi lips moved, but she didn't make a sound. Thanks to Gide and Rimbaud, you started to learn, how to read lips.

"Not in a good way. It's ugly and have no place in this house." Higuchi noticed your look. "What? [Y/N], honey, don't tell me, that you disagree?"

You didn't show your disappointment in Higuchi. Because you weren't disappointed, and secretly agree with her.

Still, you continue your honeyed words to ensure uncle's happiness.

None of you noticed a calico cat jumping on the table.

"Hm, [Y/N], I must say, your living room needs more lanterns. I will send more similar... Get away from here, your beast! Get away from the lantern!"

You and Higuchi jumped, not expecting the yelling. And then, something crashed behind your backs.

Here, on the table, Mii-chan was sitting. One of his paw was stretched out. And on the floor were the remains of the lantern.

Your uncle screamed again.

"No! You won't get another lantern from me! Not until you taught your cat, how to behave!"

Your uncle ended the call. In a second, Natsume Soseki stand up from the table, dusting himself. He gave you a sly smile.

"I am sorry, Dear Muse, for taking away your lantern supply."

You and Higuchi huffed with laughter.

"Just help me clean this mess, and you are forgiven, Mr. Cat."

Natsume gave you another smile.

"Well, I could, but I have paws..."

Okay, who taught him him about that meme? Higuchi, who was standing near you, caughed and rubbed the back of her neck. She looked embarrassed and guilty.

Huh. Either Higuchi can read minds, or you are a seer.

You raise an eyebrow.

"You having paws doesn't stand in a way of your little war with salesman from the fish market. Or did Higuchi do most of the job?"

Now both Higuchi and Natsume looked embarrassed. Yes, you knew, that the duo, for some reason, didn't like that one guy from the fish market and have a mini war against him.

You rubbed your temples.

"Let's just clean up the mess and do something more interesting or productive."

Higuchi and Natsume nodded, agreeing with you.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Do you think you’ll kill for me one day..?

Characters: Madara Mikejima, Nagisa Ran, Himeru, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Rei Sakuma, Keito Hasumi, Natsume Sakasaki, Sena Izumi Shu Itsuki and Eichi Tenshouin (x gn!reader)

C/w: Yanderish types of themes (no gore related, just mentions of killing people), obssesive behavior and themes, mentions of Nagisa’s childhood, mentions of kidnapping, religious themes/aspects (Tatsumi), Rei is an actual vampire this time, jealousy.

A/n: I’m back..and out of the (small ish..) hiatus I’ve been for one month <3 recently I’ve liked this new game called the kid at the back, so I might begin making new works for that game <33 enjoy !

Madara Mikejima

He chuckled, staring at the many photos on the wall of them. He was happy, nothing could ever separate them, at least he made it so. Their question didn’t catch him off guard, as far as Madara knew, no one resided within the 50 mile radius from their lovely home, the one Y/n wanted for so long with him. The coffee that sat on the table turned cold as his hands took hold of their waist, kissing them passionately while smiling

“Of course, my darling. I can’t bear the sight of anyone taking you away from me..”

Nagisa Ran

Nagisa’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing their words. Being held captive for an entire childhood was something he lived with to this day: a burden. One of being a talented idol, hence, why that situation had begun in the first place. However, everytime someone would get too close to his liking, Nagisa began cultivating thoughts: the same ones in which he wanted to wisk them away for good, closing y/n in an environment that only surrounded him.

“…would killing someone be of satisfactory for you, my beloved? If so, perhaps Ibara could take care of that for me..”

Himeru

A soft smile graced his features, looking into their eyes while parting a strand of hair away from their face. (E/c) eyes reflecting a sense of curiosity that seeked to know what was truly behind their loved one. A sudden breeze made Himeru close his eyes, hands intertwined while enjoying the sudden wind that was a perk of being on the school’s roof at the moment

“Is someone bothering you? Himeru..no, I, would do anything to keep you safe, even if it involves getting my hands dirty

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Glaring at the figure that sat on their knees in front of the altar, Tatsumi knew his true nature was already exposed. Soft chuckles bounced off from the church’s walls, ringing in their ear as he approached Y/n’s form, placing a hand on their shoulder, almost reassuring them. After all, he’s hurt many people in the past, what’s one more soul to him that could beg for forgiveness but never truly meant it?

“People come and go, even if I had to plead for forgiveness a million times, I’d do whatever you’d ask me to, my one and only.”

Rei Sakuma

Hands craddled their hair softly, enjoying the feeling and taste of his beloved’s blood, groaning in pleasure at the thought of killing someone for them. A bloody mess, all for them; he’s killed before, countless of times. Mostly for blood but, now that he has them, what more could he ask for? Maybe he could do something about the pesky guys who have tried to touch y/n…After all, the world is better off without them.

“Yes I will, my darling. You needn’t ask for that, I’m willing to do anything to keep you safe by my side..”

Keito Hasumi

A sigh escaped his lips, all he could think about was of all the guys that tried to approach Y/n the other day. His pen now sat neatly on top of his notebook, turning to look at his dearest, Keito’s reason of living and breathing. Keito looked out the window, noticing small droplets of water fall down, gracing the surfaces of where they would land. Pondering for a while, Keito grabbed their hand, thumb brushung against y/n’s chuckles followed by a kiss against the top of their hand

“I’ve…never thought about it in that aspect, you don’t know what lenghts I’d go for you, as long as you’re mine, nothing else matters”

Natsume Sakasaki

Another failed attempt at one of his best potions might be caused by the question y/n had asked him hours ago. His eyes trailed towards the sleeping figure resting on his couch, the same one he’s spent making potions or studying, pulling all nighters just, for, them. Natsume held gently a strand of their hair, caressing it with his face as he sighed, kissing their cheek as he spoke

“Do you doubt it my darling? Rest assured that I’ll always, always protect you, no one will ever get between us.”

Sena Izumi

A scoff could be heard across the room as Sena turned towards them. The practice room was quiet, apart from Izumi and Y/n who’s voices could be heard, along with some casual chirps from birds and rusting of leaves outside. His light blue eyes scanned the room, following their gaze towards the world outside, instead of him. Izumi was jealous of the men who would try to court Y/n, trap them in a loveless relationship..he can’t let that happen, no matter what he has to do to earn their attention. Approaching Y/n, a hand wrapped around their waist, grabbinv their chin and bringing them close.

“In a heartbeat. Anything you desire is my duty to fulfill my love”

Shu Itsuki

His sewing machine stopped suddenly, a new dress had been crafted in the spawn of 8 hours, a work of art, made for his partner. A fitting was held that same night, deft fingers tracing along their body, a sweet gesture behind the obssesive behavior towards them. It’s almost as if, Shu wanted to make them depend on him, which..wouldn’t be such a bad idea, perhaps he could…

“I’ll make sure you hace everything, killing people is..inconvenient at the moment, but if that’s what you wish for, then, I’ll do as you please”

Eichi Tenshouin

The council room was silent, the small tapping of the computer Eichi was writing on had briefly come to a halt. His eyes bored into their own as he smiled, but something about it didn’t feel..quite right. As if, there was another deep meaning behind that smile, perhaps true happiness upon hearing the question? Who knows? All that Eichi cared about was the power he had in his hands to manipulate and change stories into whatever he wanted them to be.

“My contracts will do as I please with a flick of my finger, anything at no cost, so don’t hesitate to open up with me about your desires my love..”

[akutasoda]

pspsps

May I request Natsume with a fem s/o who is a single mother? :3

a father's love

synopsis - natsume with a single mother lover

includes - natsume

warnings - fem!reader, reader has a child, fluff, slight angst, following???(he follows you as a cat?), wc - 787

taglist - @vi-chan07

↪being a single mother always had it's up and downs - the downs mainly coming from the dating side of your life. most people unfortunately didn't want the extra person or if they did they couldn't sit with the fact that it wasn't theirs.

↪you had come to accept that this would be the majority reaction and so you didn't care as much and even put dating to the bottom of your list of priorities. you wanted to spend more time focusing on yourself and your child.

↪ you had noticed more recently that there had been a calico around, your child would always be playing with the cat. you thought it was sweet and sometimes when you tried to usher your child back home with you, they'd give you a pouty face and you'd almost felt bad.

↪you had met natsume a couple of weeks after the calico sightings. he was a gentleman through and through and was a kind man who listened to you. he seemed to know exactly how to make your heart swoon and it was a welcome change.

↪eventually, you managed to end up on a date with him. you realised then and there you hadn't once mentioned that you were infact a mother and so you planned to tell him then. you didn't want to catch feelings just for him to turn away at the moment you mentioned your child.

↪you shrunk in on yourself when you slowly mentioned your child, assuming he would make that same face everyone else did - a face that contorted into discomfort but they were always too polite to say anything to your face, just the same message the next day.

↪to your surprise he only seemed to light up. he offered you a gentle smile and asked about your child, you were in a slight shock to answer properly but affter seeing how he genuinely wasn't uncomfortable you slowly started telling him about your child. the entire time he held a gentle smile as he could tell you feared it'd put him off.

↪after your first date you could tell you were in deep. the mere thought of natsume made you smile like a lovesick fool and the fact that he hadn't shunned you for being a single mother only made you get rid of all the wall you put between yourself and others.

↪it would take a couple more dates and for the two of you to decide this was a serious relationship before he met your child. natsume had some slight trepidations about meeting your child, he feared slightly that perhaps they wouldn't accept him as he wasn't there original father but those worries soon melted away.

↪ especially when your child's first impression of your new lover was one you hadn't expected and caught both of you off guard - they pointed out how he looked like the cat they saw but you laughed it off as a coincidence.

↪natsume and your child got along all too well. he indulged your child in whatever idea or request they had but stull knew how to keep a slightly strict attitude when it came to outlandish requests or misbehaviour. your child simply adored him and would practically be hanging off his leg.

↪soon enough natsume would join you on your family outings with your child. if anyone saw you three together they could easily mistake natsume as the original father. sometimes that idea seemed daunting as you felt like you shouldn't impose your child on natsume like this but he always assured you he didn't mind.

↪days easily blurred into weeks and months with natsume around. your lover ever so doting on both you and your child's needs, you felt bad he did so much for the two of you but you loved how naturally he fit into both of your lives.

↪natsume sometimes went away for a night or two and he always assured you it was work - he always returned with something for both you and your child. when he went away you'd notice that same calico's presence around you and your child, like it was protecting the both of you.

↪you joked about adopting it or something to natsume once or twice and he only smiled back. he'd listen to how you felt like it was a protective charm when he was away, a sign that he would return and he smiled more before kissing the crown of your head and promising that he'd always protect you and your child.

↪the family he felt slightly nervous about joining as he feared your kid wouldn't like him but now he couldn't imagine himself anywhere else apart from with his family.