#the easiest would probably be as pets

[stolas-realm]

I present to you: BERBUNS!

I have no idea where I'll be able to include them, but god damn it I want them in the story so bad

[toruslvt]

  ִֶָ casualties ↪ part two of mafia boss sukuna.

⋆ mdni. semi public ( public place but no people around ) unprotected sex, mentions of guns and bribes, keep in mind he is literally a gangster, none of his behaviors are ‘normal’, mirror sex, slight stalking ( sending people to investigate you ), breeding kink and creampies, pet names used: princess, doll, my girl/love, sweetheart.

after your first encounter, it only took the man a flick of his wrist and your whole life was settled in a stack of papers on his coffee table, smirk tugging on the corner of his lip and a cigarette tightly held on his free hand. your address was the easiest part, with your father being an important member of the mafia, it was only normal for his men to get the direction in the blink of an eye, perfectly in time for Sukuna to start sending large bouquets of flowers with an unknown sender, although his scent was present on each petal, just for you to admire and your father to frown.

it was not too much work either to find your birthday, friends and places you often visit, after all you were a public figure as well, —that and a couple of bribes to your acquaintances it’s all it took.

the store of a luxury clothing brand stood in front of his car, tinted glasses concealing Sukuna’s half hooded eyes and knowing smirk, of course the princess would only shop at the most expensive places, perhaps using daddy’s black card. it’d be a lie if Sukuna said his cock didn’t throb at the idea of you using his black card next, to your heart’s content.

the pink haired man was not one to follow his impulses, to him everything was premeditated, carefully studied so things went smoothly like the fat wad of bills slipping into the retail’s clerk pocket, and much similar to the subtleness in his men’s loaded guns pressed against your bodyguards sides, who trembled in fear, so pathetic.

“tsk” Sukuna thinks, “i should get better guards for my girl” with a swift movement he fixes his cuffs, straightening the jacket suit and matching black half buttoned shirt underneath, allowing his tattoos to be seen.

and it takes his whole self control in not opening the dressing room door where he knows, you’re in, and sloppily make out with you, pants tightening at the memory of your fucked out and dizzy expression. fuck, he’s so hard already. but instead optes to sit on the large leather couch in the middle of the VIP space, his eyes scanning the quietness and luxury in ceiling high mirrors and marble floors.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, finally stepping out of from behind the wooden door and attempting not to let your surprise be seen, but considering the slight twitch in Sukuna’s lip, your attempts probably failed.

“it’s good to see you too, doll.” he almost purrs, eyes drifting up and down the sight of your body in a tight dress, “won’t you turn around for me?” he teases, licking his lips.

yet you remain still, raising a brow and crossing your arms, taking a peek at the now empty room.

“come on, sweetheart, just one turn, for me?” Sukuna grins, sliding a thumb over his bottom lip, “i’ll answer all your questions later” and you’re pliant enough to comply, twirling around with a slight burn in your face, questioning him once again.

his grin never falters, only increasing with your cute actions, deciding to stand up and calmly walk towards the clothing rack, humming in delight at the beautiful garments that would look absolutely stunning on his bedroom floor, “can’t a man shop freely now?” he teases, handing you a matching skirt and top set in an oddly similar color to his hair.

“yeah? i had no idea you liked to shop at an all women’s store” you tease back, allowing for Sukuna to rest his hand on your waist, his whole self made you weak in the knees, a whiff of his cologne and you wanted more.

he chuckles, deeply and rumbling on his chest, making you bite back a whine as his hand guides you to the dressing room, his voice dropping to an intimate level, yet he still bends down to breath against your ear, “then, would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you?” Sukuna whispers, pressing his lips against your nape; you’re not certain of what moment he made you get into the room and close the door softly behind him, only your reflection in the mirror bringing you back to reality, “you’re awfully hard to find, sweetheart” hands trail down your sides, squeezing the sides of your breasts just slightly, “has your daddy been keeping you away from me? did he find out about the lewd things I did to his precious daughter?”

you can’t help the soft moan off your lips at the sensation of the man’s bulge pressing on your lower back, the sight of his large, filled with rings and tattooed hands cupping your body made you dizzy, Sukuna having to bend down to easily nip on your nape, and gently brush your hair out of the way.

“he doesn’t know”

“he doesn’t?, that’s a pity, i’d love to see his reaction when he finds out i’m the one making you this wet and pliant” he chuckles, fingers dancing around the slit on the dress, so sensually your knees bucked, threatening to make you fall if it weren’t because of his arm around your waist.

you whine, “don’t... say that”

“it’s the truth, princess, there’s nothing else I want than having the world know you’re mine” Sukuna groans, raising the hem of your dress and maintaining it tightly under his arm, his other free hand gently cupping your jaw, tilting your head up so you meet his gaze through the mirror, “eyes on me, watch who’s making you feel this good”

with a last nibble on your neck, Sukuna roughly pushes your panties down, not wasting any time in sliding his digits through your drenched slit, coating your clit in your own scent. he’s rock hard at this point, breath coming out ragged in sheer desperation to be buried in your cunt, besides from the lewd picture you paint in the mirror, eyes glossy, lips parted and letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard.

another trait of Sukuna, is that he’s not patient, in the slightest, so when a finger urgently slips inside your warm walls you shudder in response, hips bucking, almost flopping forward by the tremble in your legs, “good girl, so wet for me” he rasps, licking a fat strip down your neck and towards your shoulder, maintaining eye contact like his life depends on it.

“more...” you beg and his resolve crumbles, his initial plan of making you shiver and beg quickly by wanting to give you what you need, you make him go dizzy, you make him want to give you whoever you ask for, kiss the floor where you step.

“my greedy girl” Sukuna groans, rubbing his cheek with yours as another finger plunges in, messily fucking your hole that drips slick down his wrist, then another until your nails dig in his arm, “you’re ready for me, aren't you?” his voice is low and raspy, hidden lust behind each gasp. Sukuna is quick to undo his pants, cock bobbing in arousal, already dripping with precum as he guides the tip to your pussy, slowly sinking in with his breath hitching, “there we go”

if you weren’t looking at him, Sukuna would be very certain his rolls could have rolled back at the wetness and tightness of your cunt swallowing him inch by inch, his cock pulsing, “fuck, princess, it’s as good as I remember” he licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist and slightly bending you further in the air.

“your body is begging for it, I can feel your count spasming around me” he smiles, thrusting in deeper, harder, making you take more of his incredible length until his heavy and full balls are nestled on your ass.

“’Kuna...!” you mewl, eyes hooded, threatening to fall shut but the explicit sight of Sukuna filling your hole made you resist, only fueling your desire and lust.

“yes, sweetheart, that’s right, it’s Sukuna the one making your pussy feel so good” he groans, hands grazing your sides in a tight grip before pulling back and forcefully slamming his cock inside, heart racing at the sound of your moans and sticky pussy squelching around his girth.

“o—ohh! fuck!” you moan, half scream at the rough pace Sukuna sets, forcing your body to jolt back and forth, tits about to fall from the low neckline of the expensive dress you tried on, you definitely had to buy it now, “too deep!

he groans in return, “the deeper the better” voice is slightly shaky, “i can reach your cervix properly” it’s a promise, to fill your fertile womb once again like he did weeks ago.

there’s sobs and moans echoing in the room, mixed with the sounds of your mixed juices, and Sukuna is only fueled by them, his hips pounding faster, most definitely leaving your ass sore from the brutal way his balls and hips slam against your soft skin. he holds no respect for your possible future uncomfortableness, only thinking of claiming your cunt.

“i’m close” Sukuna groans, sliding a hand between your drenched legs, pressing two fingers against your clit and messily rubbing in desperate circles, slightly embarrassed of the fact you’re going to make him cum so much and so soon, but how can you blame him when your pussy squeezes him like a tight grip, as if begging him for more.

leaning down he claims your lips, it’s as sloppy as his thrusts and wet as your slick dripping down his cock, “need you to cum with me” he murmurs.

“close!” you manage to cry out against his mouth, only for a brief second before his tongue plunges into your mouth again, swallowing your sounds but allowing the noise of your pussy to resonate, “oh, S-sukuna! i’m cumming” you cry, and there’s the precious and slutty expression he loves so much, eyes crossed as you shudder on his cock, trembling so much he would have been afraid you’d fall, but Sukuna is quicker, selfishly keeping you up to shoot his thick sperm deep in your willing pussy, a deep growl rumbling on the walls as he pumps you, a couple of times so he’s sure his cum would take.

“so gorgeous” he rasps, breathless, meeting your hazy eyes through the mirror while mindlessly rubbing your belly, “i’ll take care of you, my love, i’ll give you whatever your heart desires..., but in return, I just ask for one thing” he murmurs, “let me creampie your tight pussy every single day.”

that’s certainly Sukuna’s own way of asking you out.

🔖𖹭 @yuujispinkhair @valleydoli @hyeinwluv85s @sadmonke @ryomance @inzanekillian @emilymikado @r-ryuko09

[l1tw1ck]

Please write more of the toy. PLEASE -🥚

Toy (2)

dom!bottom!ftm oc x sub!top!masc reader

wellll since you asked sooo nicely and im in the mood to write some sexy dominating men,,, | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Dark Content

Debt Free

CW: Non-Con, Pet Play (Sort of) (puppy pet name, mention of collar and leash)

You were given the opportunity to clear your debt by dating your goddamned debt collector. He fell for you and basically ruined your life, he made you fall deeper and deeper into debt just so he could make you desperate enough to accept his offer. Now you're in his bedroom, wearing a studded collar and a leash. He likes treating you like an obedient dog and making you do things for him knowing you're not allowed to deny him. He could kill you if he wanted to.

He sits comfortably on your face, treating it like a special throne. He arches his back, shivering as he feels your tongue exploring his soft walls. "Mm...just like that, puppy~" He moans. "You've gotten better- uh~!" He gasps as your tongue finds his g-spot. He throws his head back, crying out shamelessly in pleasure as you eat him out. You're not the biggest fan of him but you can't deny the wonderful taste of his pussy and the pretty moans that come out of his mouth. "Yes- yes-" He breathes out.

"Fu- fuck~!" He squirts. "Mmh- such a good puppy.." He grinds down on your face before getting up.

ok i got lazy sorry

How to Please a Man

CW: Stepcest, Manipulation

this was lowkey difficult to write bc i have no idea how to finger someone 😭😭😭 im an autistic asexual virgin who absolutely hates masturbating with my fingers bc sticky so if anything is off ... thats why

You decided to ask your step father for relationship advice. You're a virgin and you're very nervous about asking out your crush. He was eager to give you advice and even offered to teach you some things.

"I bet you don't even know how to kiss." He climbs onto your lap. "Let me teach you." He doesn't wait for an answer and forces you into a kiss. You try to push him away but he's too strong. He grinds down on your crotch, determined to fuck you.

He finally pulls away from the kiss. "Relax, most guys don't like inexperience. I'll make sure you know what you're doing with him." He stands up and grabs your hand, pulling you into his bedroom and bringing you onto the bed with him. He manages to shimmy his shorts and boxers off, exposing his wet cunt to you. "Don't be scared, try and do what you think would feel good."

You swallow the lump in your throat. He's probably right. Your crush would appreciate it if you knew what you were doing. And this probably doesn't mean anything to him. He's just helping you out. Although you're unaware of your crush's anatomy, this'll probably be helpful for any future endeavors too. You look at his t-dick and hold it with your thumb and index finger, gently sliding it up and down. "Is...is that good?"

"Yeah, so good.." He moans. Jerking his dick is the easiest way to get him off thanks to how sensitive is. "But, you shouldn't rely on just that to please m- him."

"Oh- okay." You slide your finger down his cunt, eyeing him for a reaction. You slowly push your finger inside him, your breathing turns shallow as you take in the feeling of his warmth. You didn't know it felt like this. So warm, so plush, and so fucking wet. God. You feel weird for thinking this way about your step father but dear Lord, his pussy feels amazing. You slide in another finger and fumble around in his insides.

"Try finding my g-spot. You'll know when you find it."

You search around for it, earning a soft gasp from him when you find it. You poke it with the pads of your fingers, effectively pleasing him. You get the smart idea of sucking his dick while doing this.

"Fuck- good boy~" He throws his head back. "That's it. Keep going.."

You find yourself getting turned on by the sound of his moans and his praise. This is so wrong but oh so fucking good.

You keep going until he squirts, making a mess of the bed. You pull your mouth off his dick and lick up his slick before pulling away.

"Do you wanna learn more?" He looks at you with a lopsided smile. You nod eagerly, no longer worried about the morality of this.

part two for the second part if i remember lololol

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo: Chapter Two

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

Also @twistedcece @cenatour @ursinaw @xiaopleasecomehome @bearshideout @koebishrimpuwu @v-sh @help-whatdoimakemyusername @secret-potion @magmdnv @sunshine-for-serotonin @mel-star636 and @thisisafish123 wanted to be tagged! Let me know if anyone else wants to be tagged for future chapters. If you no longer want to be tagged, please tell me! (I hope the tags worked, I'm new to having a tag list!)

Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous chapter: Chapter One

Next chapter: Chapter Three

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I’m in love with Ruggie, so I accidentally made half of this chapter about him. Oops.

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You decided that the best course of action would be watching from afar. The hyenas were afraid of you, the king of the lions didn’t like you, and the wolves were wary of you. All in all, not the greatest situation.

You didn’t know what you expected. Did you really think they would all love you from day one? They were half-animals, after all. They had the instincts of wild animals, not domesticated pets.

Still, you were determined to make them like you. The hyenas would probably be easiest, once they warmed up to you. The wolves would probably get used to you eventually. The lions- well, that was a tricky situation. They all followed Leona, so you’d have to win him over before you could win over the entire pride, and that would not be easy.

You grabbed your journal and pen from your locker and walked to the savannah exhibit’s door. This time, you had brought a water bottle with you, prepared for the upcoming heat you would have to face. You had also bought binoculars from one of the vendors, knowing you would need it if you were going to keep some space between you and the halflings.

You entered the exhibit, wincing at the heat that hit your skin. You scanned the dry land for the hyenas and found them lounging around the watering hole, talking amongst themselves. You stepped behind a large rock and leaned over it, raising your binoculars to your eyes.

It was impossible to hear what they were saying, but they seemed to laugh a lot. You really wished you knew what they were saying, but if you approached them, they would probably stop their conversation and focus on getting away from you.

Day 1

HYENAS

There are seven hyenas and they all seem to be close to each other, as they stick together in a group. Their conversations seem to be humorous, as they are often laughing. This could be from their hyena half, as hyenas are known for their “laugh”.

Each of the halflings are easily differentiated by their hyena ears and tail. They all seem to be around 5’5, but even the tallest ones do not hit 6 feet. 

They are relaxed until a female approaches them. In this case, all seven hyenas are male, so the problem starts when a female keeper tries to feed them or study them up close. They suddenly become extremely wary or even frightened and are very hesitant to come anywhere near a female keeper.

The best way to calm them down, I believe, is to show them that you are not aggressive like female hyena halflings are. It doesn’t get rid of their fear, but it definitely helps.

You peered through your binoculars and watched the six hyenas as they drank from the watering hole- most of them scooping water into their palms and drinking from their hands, while others put their head down to drink directly from the source.

Wait- six hyenas? Weren’t there seven?

You felt a hot breath on the back of your neck and you spun around, heartbeat skyrocketing. There, standing behind you, was the hyena halfling you had talked a little bit with when you were handing out breakfast.

He retreated to a safe distance and sat down, cross-legged, studying you curiously, a slight smile on his face as though he was proud that he had frightened you. Suddenly, you were all too aware of the claws on his fingers and the unnaturally sharp canines that shone in the sunlight when he flashed you a lazy smile.

“Shishishi,” he giggled, eyes locked on you, waiting for your reaction.

“You scared me, Ruggie!” you said, your heartbeat starting to go back to its normal pace.

His grin only widened. You noticed his eyes flickering from you to your notebook.

“Oh! Are you interested in my notebook?” you asked, holding it out to him.

Ruggie frowned, looking a little offended, “I can’t read.”

Oh. You felt your cheeks growing warm. Of course a halfling, who had spent his life in the wild and then captivity, wouldn’t know how to read. It was a miracle that any of them had picked up enough English to be able to speak it.

“Do you want me to read it to you?” you asked.

Ruggie’s eyes widened and he cocked his head at you. Finally, he shook his head. A little disappointed, you closed your notebook. “That’s alright. Did you want to talk?”

Ruggie shook his head once more and you felt yourself at a loss for words. You weren’t sure why he was still here if he wasn’t interested in talking. One of the other hyenas made a whooping sound and Ruggie responded with his own hyena noises, turning his attention to the other hyenas for a moment before he turned back to you.

You decided to try to get him to speak to you, “So, did you enjoy breakfast? You had three servings, after all.”

Finally, Ruggie nodded then, as an afterthought, added, “I like donuts better.”

“Donuts?” you couldn’t help but laugh, “Would you like it if I brought some?”

Ruggie’s eyes widened, “Donuts?”

“Yeah!” you said happily, “My boss said I could bring you guys anything, as long as I paid for it with my own money.”

He looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, “Donuts!”

Ruggie called back to his friends with a series of whoops and other hyena noises and they responded back enthusiastically. You wished you could understand their language.

You turned back to your notebook.

It seems like hyena halflings like sweets or, at least this group likes donuts. One of them, the one named Ruggie, seems like he has warmed up to me a little. We talked a little, mostly about donuts, but I feel like he isn’t as scared of me as the others are.

Ruggie seemed to have had enough, because he stood up and, with a curious glance back at you, he ran off to join the others, kneeling by the watering hole to drink along with his peers.

You were a little disappointed by how short the conversation had lasted, but more than anything, you were excited that you had a conversation with a hyena halfling at all. Ruggie still seemed a little wary of you, but much more comfortable with your presence than earlier.

It was a step in the right direction.

You were not looking forward to seeing Leona, but you were already in the savannah exhibit and the lions weren’t too far off. The pride’s positions were the same as this morning’s, with Leona lounging on the large rock while the other lions sat and laid on the grass beneath him. The lions were either napping, grooming their hair, or just talking quietly amongst themselves.

The lions were not frightened by you and why would they be? They had a killer bite and claws on each hand. They regarded you lazily, as if you bored them a little.

“Hello, everyone!” you did your best to not sound as terrified as you felt. None of the lions stopped what they were doing for you, continuing their actions as if you weren’t even there.

You hadn’t even noticed at first that Leona was awake, until you glanced at the rock, hoping to get a reaction from him. 

He sat up on the rock, staring at you with an impassive expression. Despite his lack of a warm welcome, your heart soared. This was your chance!

“Hi there!” you said cheerfully.

He looked down his nose at you, clearly not impressed by your greeting.

“Did you have a good nap?” you asked.

Leona continued to stare at you, unimpressed with your attempts at earning his attention.

“So, I know your name is Leona, but would you like to know mine?” you asked hopefully.

Leona’s eyes turned to the right, as though he was making a decision. Finally, he spoke in that slow, rumbling voice of his, “Whatever, I don’t care. Go ahead”

You smiled up at him, pleased that you had gotten his permission, even though he wasn’t as interested as you had hoped, “I’m (Y/n), it’s nice to officially meet you.”

Leona laid back down but didn’t close his eyes, watching you as you looked back at him.

“Did you eat your steak? I don’t want you to go hungry.”

Leona’s eyes widened a little, as though you had taken him by surprise. And maybe you had.

His gaze evaded yours as he responded to your question, “Yes, I ate it.”

“Oh good!” you smiled happily up at him.

Leona studied you closely, clearly unable to read you. Leona tilted his head and turned away from you, “Is that all you need?”

“I’ll write in my notebook, if you’d prefer me to do that.”

Leona grunted in response and closed his eyes.

DAY 1

LIONS

The lion halflings are not shy like the hyenas, but they are hesitant to talk to me. I feel as though, if I earn their king’s acceptance, I will be able to talk to them all. The king has started to talk to me, even if it was only a few words.

The lions are taller than the hyenas, most around 6 feet tall. They are easily differentiated by their lion ears and tail. There are 19 lions, with most being female, and only one cub.

Unsurprisingly, the lion halflings spend a good chunk of their time sleeping. I assume this is from the lion part of them.

“Did you want to read what I wrote?” you asked, sensing Leona’s eyes on you. Your eyes met his and he held your gaze for a few moments before growling, “I’m going to sleep.”

He flopped back down on the rock and closed his eyes again, his breathing becoming rhythmic almost right away.

You didn’t want to bother Leona when he was trying to fall asleep, so you sneaked away, sending an unrequited wave over your shoulder to the other lions. Maybe if you weren’t so determined to get out of the heat, you would have noticed the eyes boring into the back of your head.

The walk to the wolves’ exhibit was a long one. After all, you had to cross half the savannah before making it out into the back hallway meant for staff. Then, you had to push through the crowds to get to the wolf exhibit. At least the crowds weren’t too bad, since evening was on its way.

You were excited that the sun was falling. You’d be able to watch wolf halflings at their preferred time of day. After all, wolves hunted in the twilight hours.

You hoped that didn’t mean they’d see you as prey.

The exhibit door opened easily and you found yourself breathing the air in deeply. It took you a moment to discover just why you liked the wolves’ enclosure so much. Mountain air. Somehow, some way, the zoo had made the enclosure smell like the mountains. The air was even a little thinner here than it was on the pathways.

These wolf halflings must have been living in the mountains when they were brought to the zoo. The thought made your heart hurt a little. Were they offered a deal to live in captivity or were they captured and brought here by force? You didn’t like to think about it too much.

This wasn’t your battle to fight.

The keeper who fed the wolves their evening meal walked past you with full buckets. As she passed you, she gave you a word of advice, “You aren’t gonna find them all together like they are at mealtimes. They all split up, especially in the evening.”

You nodded, a little disappointed. That could make it harder to find them, much less study them. Plus, it’s not like you could look in several directions at once. This might be a little more complicated than you thought.

Or maybe it’ll be fine, you reassured yourself, trying to stay positive.

You reached a steep, downward slope and decided it was probably the best vantage point you would find. You found a nice place to sit down between a cluster of rocks and took out your binoculars. 

It took almost half an hour for you to see any movement. Down, at the base of the hill, one wolf halfling walked close to the barrier between the wolves and guests. He had his back hunched in a sort of prowl, and you realized that he was probably in hunt mode. 

Excited, you pulled out your notebook to make some notes.

Your pen froze above the paper when you heard a growl.

You slowly turned your head, and what you saw made your blood run cold. A buff wolf halfling with dark gray hair and pin-pricked ears had his lips drawn over his fangs in a snarl. He was growling so ferociously that flecks of spit flew in your direction. His yellow eyes dilated as he grew closer, back hunched as though he were ready to lunge for your throat at any moment. 

You gulped, forcing yourself to stay completely still. You were afraid, if you moved, you’d have your throat torn out before you could blink.

The wolf took one step closer, growled one last time, then lunged.

The halfling seemed to stop midair and, before you knew it, he was lying on his side in the dirt a few feet away. The cause of his sudden stop was made clear after a few terrified moments, when your eyes turned upwards.

The white-haired wolf halfling stood with his shoulder still out in front of him. You realized that he had shoulder-checked the older wolf during his attack. Shakily you smiled at him.

“Thank you so much!”

The dark-skinned halfling took a seat on one of the rocks surrounding you. You studied his features, everything from his white tail to his white ear tips. He, on the other hand, watched the older wolf warily.

The older wolf pushed himself to his feet, shaking the dirt from his clothes. His yellow eyes glared at you, but he limped off in the opposite direction, disappearing into the shadows of the trees. 

The white-haired halfling turned his attention back to you. You decided to offer your friendship to him.

“My name is (Y/n), what’s yours?”

He stared at you for a moment, before his rumbling voice said, “Jack.”

“It’s nice to meet you Jack,” you said, trying not to come across as too excited to be talking to him. You didn’t want to scare him away with your eagerness.

Jack continued to stare, his golden stare softening a little when he said, “Not safe.”

He didn’t seem to have a very good grasp on the English language, but that was understandable. It didn’t seem like the wolves were all too friendly toward humans.

“I have to stay,” you explained to Jack, hoping he would understand.

“Not safe,” Jack replied. He got up from his sitting position and crossed the distance between you in less than a second. You watched, trembling, as his one of his clawed hands took hold of the back of your shirt collar. 

You blinked owlishly as Jack began to carry you by the collar, stunned by his behavior and not wanting to tick him off by fighting. From what you could tell, he didn’t seem to want to actually hurt you, but you didn’t want to push your luck.

After a long walk, Jack set you back down on your feet. He pointed one clawed finger behind you. “Not safe.”

You turned around and, to your surprise, you were met with the exhibit door. Comprehension dawned on you. He wanted to keep you safe.

“No, no, I’m okay,” you soothed, “I have to study-”

“Not safe,” Jack responded, voice even gruffer.

You tried to come up with the perfect solution. You had to soothe Jack but you also had to do your job.

“Well, you could protect me,” you suggested.

“Pro-tect?” Jack’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, keep me safe,” you replied. Jack took a while to think that one over. Finally, he nodded.

He followed you back to your spot like an obedient puppy, but refused to sit down, choosing instead to hover over you, eyes darting in all directions.

Day 1

WOLVES

Wolf halflings tend to be around 6 feet tall, distinguishable by their wolf ears and tails. There are 12 of them in this zoo, with 6 females and males each. 

Some of the wolf halflings are very aggressive, and this seems to amplify in the evening hours, possibly because these are their hunting hours. One wolf, however, acts in a protective manner towards me.

It is interesting to note the wolf halflings appear to be in hunting mode despite just being fed.

All of the halflings, save for one, have hair and fur in different shades of gray, while one has white hair and fur.

You didn’t see any other wolves for the next few hours and you eventually decided it was time to go home. Jack shadowed you on your way to the exhibit entrance. You waved goodbye, and he mimicked the action awkwardly.

Laughing a little, you went home for the day.

[genshin-scenarios]

android au - companions droids

Summary: In a modern-futuristic world, it is possible to create androids that are so advanced, they’re more or less human! There will be 5 android au posts total, each focusing on a different group.

They don’t produce more than a handful of copies of each model, meaning that each android is quite unique (with a matching price tag, too...)

The Anemo collection has companion androids who can pass off the easiest as people, each with their own notable personalities. 

Characters: Xiao, Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou

More like this: Anemo androids who lost their previous user

Leaning more towards a protective role, Xiao is an android targeted towards users living alone or often traveling around at night. He’s a relatively quiet companion, happy to just listen to your rambling while you walk on the streets—Xiao mostly asks questions at the start, about how you’re feeling, what else is on the schedule… He first tries to learn more about you, and figures things out from there.

It’s nice, but he’s not as expressive as others, so at some point you wondered if he was happy with your current arrangements. Xiao actually did start to open up more after you asked that. It’s gradual, but he starts telling you about the cats that approach him when he’s outside, and other things he notices might be to your interest.

You like teasing Xiao about the people that admire him from a distance (whether or not they could tell he was an android, it was undeniable that he was handsome). He’d simply huff and say they were probably looking at something else, humble as he was, before training his eyes back on you. ‘After all, I’m here for you. So even if those people did approach me, I’d have no reason to find an interest in them.’

You start to wonder if ‘boyfriend material’ was also part of Xiao’s profile, after you realized how much comfort you found in the ways he’d walk you home or shopped for groceries together. Cafe orders? Consider them memorized. No need to even ask him about accompanying you to places

You’re not sure if he’s aware of how much of a romantic he is, from the things he says to the way he acts. He’s definitely a source of comfort after a long, stressful day. Xiao responds to your energy levels quite effectively, and seeing as he’s not the type that has to fill in the air when no one is talking, spending time together in relaxed silence was a nice way to end the day.

As a model who was supposed to be part of an Inazuman security line, then pushed towards the Fatui collection before finally ending up as an Anemo droid… one could say that Wanderer’s specialty is a little unclear. It shows in his personality, too—a little blunt and snappy at times, but ultimately still protective of you and attentive of what’s going on around him. 

In that sense, you could still see traces of some security-line functions in him despite his strong personality that could be hard to get along with. He seems more cynical about the producers that designed him more than anything else; he’s not effective enough at any particular skill to call it at specialization, instead being a jack of all trades who learns quickly. You call that a talent in itself. He says you’re giving them too much credit.

‘Did they run out of ideas or something?’ After living with you though, Wanderer’s cynicism doesn’t show itself as often. He starts to become more involved in the act of, well—actually being your companion, getting used to your routines and finding a place within it. 

If he had one pet peeve though, you’d say it was whenever you got sick or injured. He would get the most annoyed (worried) when that happened, reminding you that while he couldn’t get hurt physically, that didn’t mean it was the same for you. 

He masks these otherwise caring sentiments under insults though, so you suppose that Wanderer really was good for people that needed to push back against life more, making sure your spark is still there. He prefers it when you’re expressing yourself. You’re not a ‘doll’ after all, and who was he going to gossip about you to? The electronics in your home?

If there was one thing about Wanderer, it’s how he’d never turn on you. …Well, and he does ask for the same. Don’t go searching for new androids when you already have him, alright?

If you ever needed a presence to brighten your days, Venti is always up to the task. Not to mention he’s quite good for users with trouble sleeping. With a musical inclination like his and such a wonderful voice, you’ll surely doze away with sweet dreams.

He’s not the best at household chores, so for the most part Venti’s there for the companion part of the deal. He’s wonderful on shopping trips and mingling with strangers, even befriending people on his own if you were busy with something else. He likes meeting all sorts of people, though behind his friendly smile is always the security measure of how much they’d be a compliment or threat to you—if someone gave off the wrong vibes, Venti had enough of a silver tongue to redirect them somewhere else.

In another life, you’re quite sure Venti would’ve been an idol android. He particularly likes to write stories and poems, some of which are inspired by the things that happen in your everyday lives. Part of it is also because it’s a nice collection to have on the side, so that if anything happened and he wasn’t there, you could always hear his voice in those notes and feel his presence with you.

…Not that Venti had any plans of going independent anytime soon. He absolutely adores having your attention and hanging off of you, showing off how close you are to people (and also how cute he is, when he dresses up). He likes pulling compliments from you in particular, seeing how your eyes light up when he enters the room. You’re someone that he’s genuinely interested in and admires; from the way you push on despite the circumstances to the little efforts you put in that you think no one notices, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Venti was a fan of yours as much as you were his.

So… if it’s not too much to ask, please keep looking at him, alright? Even at times you’re too tired to smile, he can do the heavy lifting for you.

With a soft and considerate personality, Kazuha is naturally popular with those that like how approachable he is. He listens to your worries and enjoys going out to places to sightsee. Sometimes Kazuha finds hidden gems around the area and surprises you by bringing you there. 

To call him an ‘explorer’ might be the most accurate—his favorite thing is seeing your eyes light up in wonder at whatever new experiences he can find. He’s most fascinated by nature, so going to parks or any scenic place would definitely catch his interest (and maybe he’ll write a few poems about it too). 

He’s a great traveling companion, considering how adaptable he is and the um, protective measures that are in his system. Most androids have this too of course, but you’ll never forget the time Kazuha had a thief in a headlock after they’d tried to steal something from an old lady on the street. It might’ve been one of the few times you saw Kazuha so intimidating (and dare you say it, it was kind of cool).

When you’re tired from work and just want to sleep in during the weekends, you’ll wake up to Kazuha’s cooking. He claims it was just a nice morning, so he went out to buy some groceries and made something simple. He’s not the most advanced cook, but Kazuha’s meals always have a homey feel to them, with light flavors that won’t be too rough on your stomach if you weren’t feeling well.

The one time you let Kazuha borrow your motorcycle… Well, let’s just say that you never took him for someone that liked thrill-rides until that day. He’s always careful not to get your vehicle damaged, and if you were with him he’d of course refrain from going fast—but you’ve seen the smile on Kazuha’s face when the wind was rushing past him. It made you want to go on trips more often, now that Kazuha was there to keep you company. His presence is something that helps you recharge when you’re emotionally exhausted from everyday things. 

Heizou’s also a protection-type android! However his charming personality means that most people wouldn’t suspect a thing, making it easier for him to mingle with people without seeming intimidating. His pet peeve would be conniving people trying to get close to you with a smile on their face, though he’s a little meaner than Venti in terms of driving them away from you, hidden beneath his own charismatic smile. 

Naturally, Heizou really enjoys mysteries and detective genres! Once he planned out a whole mystery for you and led you through the clues he carefully prepared. It was probably during one of those days where you finally had a week off and just wanted to relax, so Heizou made a stay-at-home activity out of it. Suffice to say it was probably one of the most fun you’ve had in a while, laughing and thoroughly engrossed in the storyline.

Another time, you were attending a festival of some sort and got lost in the crowd. It was stressful to say the least and your phone was out of battery. You think your heart skipped a beat for more than one reason when Heizou finally found you, giving you a reassuring smile; ‘I’d never let you go missing like that. Have more faith in my detective skills!’

He’s helpful by nature, and that extends to strangers that may need advice or assistance at some point in passing, so long as it didn’t hinder anything to do with you. As a result Heizou has done a number of random tasks and even given romantic advice (via an art of deduction, of course), and it’s gotten him quite a number of confessions from both girls and guys. It’s normal to admire a personality like his, and Heizou is always flattered but kindly rejects them.

The next day, while you’re working on your laptop, he peeks over your shoulder with as casual of a tone he can muster, asking how you would confess to someone you like. From the smile on his face, it seems that Heizou wasn’t planning to keep his intentions a mystery for very long. (No one can blame him, though. He has to make a move before you’re snatched away!)

[shuusocks]

(NSFW) pov: what they are like in bed part 1.

Content warning: 18+ themes, mentions of explicit sexual activity 🤺

Shu Sakamaki:

Shu might be a lazy boy but don't be deceived by his lack of movement. His sex drive is through the roof most of the time. Shu doesn't really take time to initiate the act of intimacy himself but when you're feeling needy and come to him for some needed relief, he will gather all of his inner strength and will make sure you will be a shaking, crying mess after he’s done with you. In bed, Shu likes to take his time playing with you, teasing you, until you're completely ready for him to take you.

When he's on top of you, Shu doesn’t use any restraints on you, he lets your hands wander freely. He really enjoys the pain when you scratch his back until he bleeds. This little action lets him know how good he makes you feel. Shu really likes it when you get on top of him and do all the work yourself by lifting your hips up and down his shaft. He also loves marking your neck and shoulders with deep purple hickeys. Another thing about Shu, is that he’s not that vocal during intimacy but he is an absolute master at dirty talk. The words that fall out of his lips in between deep raspy groans, can make you see stars instantly.

Reiji Sakamaki:

Reiji is often really busy all day, rotting away in his lab, doing all sorts of experiments. His mind is too preoccupied with consuming more knowledge, for any kind of inappropriate thoughts to get in. He only snaps out of his trance-like state when you enter his working space and start to be a needy little whore for him. Touching lightly his chest, giving small kisses around his neck, slowly drifting your hand to the belt of his dress pants until he can’t take it anymore.

Reiji mostly likes to do it on the bed. Either in a random room in the mansion or your shared bedroom. He will make sure you feel comfortable and properly pampered and ready for him. He loves holding your hands above your head and leaving love kisses all over your neck, going down to your shoulders and chest. The sight of you hopelessly squirming and whimpering underneath him, makes Reijis mind blank. If he's feeling feisty that day, Reiji won't hesitate to even tie your hands to the bed frame and edge you until you're a pleading sobbing mess, only then he will make you finally come. Reiji, doing intimate moments also loves to call you pet names, e.g. “good girl/boy”, “sweetheart”, “darling”. Also, he will absolutely give you the best aftercare.

Laito Sakamaki:

Laito is undoubtedly the brother who is willing to take you anytime, anywhere at any chance he gets. This man is horny all the time beyond belief. His mind is always full of sick and twisted images and thoughts of what he would do to you. Turning him on and putting him in the mood is probably the easiest thing ever. It would only take a couple of small kisses on his face, neck or shoulders and Laito is already tearing both of you guys' clothes off. 

Laito loves touching your body while doing it. He will slowly drag his hands up and down your hips, feeling every beautiful curve on your perfect body (every body is perfect ily <3). Laito will tease you, lightly giving you small, butterfly-like kisses, which turn into blue-ish, purple hickeys. At times when you're already both on the edge, Laito will nibble on your skin, sucking your sensitive little buds and messages your thighs. If he's feeling a little bit more playful, Laito will graze his sharp fangs against your delicate skin, drawing just a tiny bit of bright red blood. He also loves it when you praise him for being a good boy, for doing such a good job of making your body feel like it’s in heaven.

[jamiewintons]

Sex with Sanji would include…

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●Sanji is pretty experienced, which leads to him being incredibly skilled and confident in bed (or wherever else the two of you decide to have your fun). He knows exactly how to make you feel good, and he’s very proud of that fact, so he can’t help but be a little smug when he gives you yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

●He talks a lot during both make-out sessions and sex. Like he’ll often whisper in your ear, his voice lower than usual with arousal, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. He’ll talk you both to and through your orgasm(s), usually throwing a few ‘good girl’s in there.

●Sanji loves to praise you all throughout sex, calling you all kinds of pet names and constantly telling you how wonderful and beautiful you are. He can’t ever bring himself to degrade you, because in his mind, it’s not only insulting but lying. You’re an absolute goddess in his eyes, so why would he ever tell you any different?

●He could spend hours upon hours just worshipping your body, covering you in kisses and caressing every inch of you. Literally every part of you is perfect to him, and he’ll especially focus on areas that he knows you’re insecure about, because he needs you to know that you’re gorgeous.

●When he’s inside of you, Sanji pretty much always has his hands firmly on your hips, though he’ll sometimes have one free to trail down your back or to gently stimulate your breasts.

●Speaking of Sanji’s hands, one of he easiest ways to get him turned on (apart from like… existing) is to put his fingers in your mouth. Especially when you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes while you do it. Like the man will be hard in an instant.

●Expect Sanji to give you a lot of neck kisses, because he loves them. He also likes to give you a hickey or two so everyone knows that you’re his, and when he sees any of the marks he left on you when you’re in public, it drives him absolutely insane.

●He’s both excellent at and greatly enjoys eating you out. Like he could do it all day every day, whether he’s on his knees in front of you, between your legs in bed, or has you sitting on his face. He definitely moans while he’s doing it, and has probably cum at least once just from hearing the way you beg and moan for him while he’s going down on you.

●When it comes to sex positions, Sanji is happy to do whatever brings you the most pleasure, but if it came to picking his own favourite it would have to be when you ride him. There’s just so many wonderful things about it - it allows you to control the speed and intensity so you can prove how much you want him, the way your breasts move while you bounce on his cock, the perfect view it gives of your face when it’s contorted in pleasure…

●Sanji also likes to take you from behind, but only when you’re sat up with your back pressed against his chest with his strong arms wrapped firmly around you. He’ll have his lips pressed up against your ear, whispering dirty things to you and occasionally gently nibbling on your earlobe.

●Of course, with Sanji being the amazing chef he is, you can’t go wrong with a little bit of foodplay. He loves to cover areas of your body with whipped cream before slowly and sensually licking it off. You do the same to him sometimes, though things often escalate quicker during those times because you don’t have the same amount of self-control that he does.

●There’s definitely been times while you’re in the kitchen together while Sanji’s testing out a new dessert recipe, and he offers you a taste. You reject the spoon and end up licking batter off his fingers, which leads to him getting turned on… and then you have sex on the kitchen counter.

●Sanji absolutely loves it when you get all desperate and beg for him. Sometimes he’ll tell you to beg for him if you want him to continue, but nothing turns him on more than when you start begging for him without any prompting.

●He’s soooo sweet after sex, like he’ll cuddle you and pepper kisses all over your face and neck while he tells you how wonderful you were. He’ll stay with you as long as you want, and will be happy to run you a bath if you want one.

[crevicedwelling]

From all the invertebrates you own or have ever owned, which ones are the easiest/safest to habituate to human touch and presence?

you shouldn’t keep bugs to touch them. they don’t want to be handled, even if some might tolerate it better than others.

that said, mantises are probably the answer I’d give. most of what I keep (amblypygi, centipedes, isopods, millipedes, roaches) want to stay in the dark & humid tight spaces under bark or in leaves, so just having them out will stress them because they’ll be constantly trying to find their home, and the scent of a predator (you) will scare them even more. most mantises are diurnal and live in the open, so aren’t going to be stressed out by being outside their enclosure even when handling isn’t considered.

additionally, at least some mantises do seem to grow accustomed to handling. I have never bought or bred mantises as pets, but just take a few individuals from the wild (3/4 local species are nonnative, so it’s fine). at first most are understandably spooked by being caught, but within a day or two of eating while perched on human hands they usually come to perceive people as just another thing to perch on and won’t try to flee. of course this is probably different for more specialized mantises, like bark or sand mantises that don’t spend all day sitting still on a perch. males of my local Tenodera & Mantis are also more skittish and can fly unlike the females, so they aren’t as likely to stick around on you like a female of the same species would. some Tenodera females are so calm and sedentary that I’ve been able to just pick up a wild one with no taming process and have her catch bees while perched on my hand.

[starfxkr]

Now that we have opened the door to lamb reader I wanna ask about the girls kinks like shared I am sure they all like a little bit of pet play to varying degrees but also their individual kinks too I feel like lamb would be the nastiest being down for everything "wanna cum in my food and have me drink/eat it okayy"

okay individual kinks!!!

kitten - predator/prey kink for sure. she likes when jj chases her around like he's gonna hurt her. which adds to her gun kink/knife kink she just likes being scared it's so strange. because jj likes to scare her since he's rarely in that position. she's also a perpetually sleepy girl so somno for sure there's nothing she loves more than waking up to jj getting ready to fuck her. realized she liked bondage after helping jj with different fishing knots and it made her weird. omorashi kink for sure because once jj wasn't listening when she said she had to pee and she ended up liking it :/. also likes gagging on his dick until it feels like she may puke. once joked her so hard she passed out while they were play wrestling and she woke up giggling. has a crazy breeding kink. also has a daddy kink but won't admit to it.

bunny - has a dumbification but strictly while fucking, she sinks into subspace the second easiest. daddy kink out the fuckin wazoo. like it gets real Freudian real fast. she gets off on herself too honestly, she likes to watch herself masturbate or if she's fucking rafe in the mirror she's looking at her more than him. breeding kink but doesn't actually wanna get pregnant yet. very into public sex she has no shame about it at alllll. don't know the exact name of it but she loves when it feels like she's gotta coerce rafe into fucking her. like yes he's bigger and more imposing but he'll refuse to touch her so she become petulant and demanding that's her favorite game.

foxy - exhibitionist!!! she fucks in public all the time and she's almost gotten caught with pope many times. proud sapiosexual she was feeling the fuck outta that nerd y'all im so serious. kinda has a corruption kink where she's corrupting pope. very very mild sadism she likes to tease pope for being so into her. is into choking. she is the choker. tied as themost into dry humping with pup because she likes laughing at pope!!! she's actually a very sick girl like what is her problem LMAO

puppy - breeding kink so bad she's had a couple scares. voyeurism I think she's a weirdo who likes to watch john b without doing anything she's just obsessed with him. daddy kink for sure but probably the mildest one!!!. likes being taken care of not dumbification per say but when she's able to shut her brain off and let john b handle things. really really into dry humping she prefers it to sex sometimes it drives him absolutely insane

lamb - lots of weird religious shit. she used to hump her pillow staring straight into jesus's eyes now she humps her man doing the same thing. I agree about the cum eating when you're raised on "this is my flesh this is my blood" it makes you weird. has a humiliation kink she likes the feeling of shame that comes with sex. unintentional worship kink she views blowjobs the same as praying bc she's on her knees anyways. likes being spit on. tentatively likes being choked but doesnt know how to go about it. loves to be smacked/spanked she used to get in trouble in Sunday school on purpose because it made her feel like someone cared enough to correct her behavior. likes orgasm denial because she used to never be able to actually cum so she's learned to like the feeling of just simmering in it

[devilishchaos]

Rings | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and her rings don't fit anymore.

Warnings: just fluff that made me cry; use of pet names "babe", "baby"; mentions of struggling during pregnancy; soft Rúben (I had to)

Word Count: 1 319 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Babe, what are you doing?” you hear Rúben’s voice, mixed with curiosity and amusement, as he walks into your shared bedroom and finds you in a position that’s more than questionable. Lying on the bed with your legs up in the air, feet against the wall and one single sock miserably hanging off your left foot. 

“What does it look like I’m doing Dias?” you manage to mumble, totally out of breath. Your full-time job as a watermelon, aka a pregnant woman, is kicking in now at only six months pregnant, and being this huge now makes the easiest thing seem like rocket science. 

“Are you doing some kind of yoga?” he guesses walking over to you as you keep trying to get your way around with that damn sock. He sits beside you, watching you completely amused by your stunt as you struggle to see anything from your belly. 

“I’ve been trying to put on this fucking sock for about twenty minutes now, but I can’t!” you cry out, feeling the frustration bursting out of you, tears dwelling in your eyes. Both of you are aware that it’s just the hormones messing with your head, but it still makes you feel like a loser, not able to put on your own socks. 

“Hey, hey, no!” Rúben softly coos as he gently grabs your ankles and places your legs on his lap. Grabbing the sock that’s hanging from your foot and he easily rolls it all the way up your foot before reaching for the other one on the nightstand and putting it on as well. 

“Talk to me baby, what’s wrong exactly?” he murmurs, his magical fingers working on your feet, massaging the swollen limbs with ease. 

“You won’t get it..” you sob, throwing your arms to the side, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I want to try. Please, talk to me.” he pleads and you can’t hold a soft moan back when he hits a spot on your sole that’s been in pain for days. 

“I just..” You let out a shaky breath blinking the tears away, not wanting to cry again in front of Rúben. “..I don’t feel like myself and I feel huge, like, humongous..bending is not an option for me anymore. It’s really hard, I keep reminding myself of the blessing that’s gonna happen once this pregnancy is over, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been feeling miserable in my own skin for months.”

You can’t stop yourself from talking, the most absurd thoughts have been stirring in your mind lately and even though it’s for sure because of the baby, you still found yourself judging your own thoughts. 

“I don’t feel comfortable in anything, I am itchy all over and that drives me crazy. My feet and hands are so swollen, it’s almost scary..” you continue holding your hands up as you take a look at your sausage-like fingers. “..and today I’m afraid I reached the point where my rings aren’t ringing anymore. I couldn’t put them on, they just would not go on my finger. And it made me really sad, because I love wearing my wedding stack so much and it means so much to me..I feel like I’m the worst pregnant woman on Earth.” you moan covering your eyes with your hands. 

“Babe, look at me.” he pleads, gently squeezing your feet, but you shake your head 'no'. Your eyes are probably red already. “Baby, please look at me.” he tries again and this time you peek at him. 

A warm, kind smile sits on his soft lips and his eyes shine so bright like the most expensive diamonds on the planet. Your heart is flooded with love just by one look from him and you could cry over how much you love this man.

“You’re not big, you’re pregnant. There is another human inside you which is just mind-blowing and your body is amazing for doing what it’s been doing for these past months. I know pregnancy has been hard and I can only imagine what you're going through. It’s okay to be sad, I know you can’t help it. And as for the rings - Meu amor, It’s okay, you will wear them again after the baby is born, just because you can’t wear your rings, doesn’t mean we love each other any less.” 

“But I wanna wear them.” you said with a pout.

“Here..let’s try this.” he took your hand in his and tried to put his wedding band as a replacement of yours, but his one was too big for your fingers so it didn’t stay on. 

A heavy sigh blows through your lips as you close your eyes for a few seconds. 

“It’s okay. I will be fine..I’m just emotional, I wasn’t prepared for this day to come - where my rings no longer fit..” you gave him your best smile and suggested that you go through your guy’s day, because you knew he will have a tough training and had to leave soon. 

*

It was now close to 7 p.m. and Rúben had returned not long ago. You two were chilling on the couch in the living room after having a quick dinner, a random movie playing on the TV. 

“So how did training go?” you asked, glancing over at him. 

“It went well. Better than I thought it would.” he responded “How was your day?” 

“It was okay. Not different from yesterday or the day before..same as always.” you mumble with a grimace as he starts massaging your legs again. 

“I have something for you.” your husband stated, a mischievous look on his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box that he handed to you. 

“What is it?” you curiously asked, as you took the box from him. 

As you opened it your eyes started tearing up. Inside was placed a plain gold band. 

“Baby..” you looked up at Rúben, he leaned over to kiss you softly. 

“You were pretty devastated this morning about your rings, so I went to the jeweler after training and got you this as a substitute. He said that he could re-size yours but I thought it would take longer, so I just bought you this one. And it is just temporary so it should be good. Do you like it?” 

“Oh, I love it, Rúbes. Thank you. I love you.” you said, wiping a few tears that had fallen down your face, before leaning in to kiss him again. 

“I love you. Both of you, so much.” Rúben replied after breaking the kiss. “Put it on. Let’s see if it fits.”

“You put it on me, please.” 

He took the gold band out of the box, took your left hand and placed the band on your ring finger. 

“How does that feel? Is it okay, did I get the right size?” he wanted to make sure. 

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” you wrapped your arms around him so you could give him a hug. 

“Ouch!” you gasp and Rúben immediately launches closer, worry placed all over his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, frantically checking your body, looking for something that might be wrong with it. 

“Nothing, just..baby Dias is playing football again.” you groan as you grab Rúben’s hand and place it to the spot where you felt the movement. The baby kicks again and Rúben gasps in awe, eyes glued to your huge belly. He has received all kinds of movements from the baby with so much amusement and adoration, you just know he will dedicate his whole existence to this child. 

“I’m so sure this kid is going to be a football player like his daddy.” you sigh as you feel more movements. 

He shifts, brings his head closer to your bump and presses a soft kiss to the spot where your baby kicked last.

[songsofadelaide]

tw/cw: slice of life, fluff, megumi being a little clingy. wc: 316

"I don't really get it…"

Megumi raised his eyes from his book and looked at you from across the kotatsu. "Get what?"

"How do you manage to remember all those confusing hand seals? I can't seem to remember one— well, the easiest would have to be the Divine Dogs, but I don't know if I'm doing it right?"

You raised your hands to show him your rather sloppy attempt at a Ten Shadows Technique hand sign, not a hint of hesitation or embarrassment on your face. "Well?"

Megumi is said to be a master of self-restraint, so you were surprised when he scooted over next to you, your elbows brushing before he eventually enveloped you in his arms.

"Like this," he murmured in your ear, taking your hands into his larger, warmer ones, his slender fingers moulding yours to form the correct hand seal to "summon" the pristine white beast from your shared shadows.

And it does appear in a cloud of ink and a little puff of smoke, the shikigami sensing that its surroundings were not so perilous. It burrowed its head in your open hands, apparently asking for pets as though it was a normally domesticated animal.

"I-I see… Oh, what a good boy you are. I get it now. Thanks, Megumi…"

"Mmkay."

Yet he made no effort to move even at least a bit away from you, from holding you. You were certain he could feel your heart in hysterics with his chest so close to your back.

"Can I… hold you like this a bit longer? There's no point hiding how I'm freaking out since you can probably feel my heart hammering against you."

"If it makes you feel any better, you can probably feel mine, too," you said with a small laugh before eventually settling in his arms, your shared heartbeats finally steadying, your fingers tenderly intertwined, your shadows as one.

[barbiiecams]

Hi. Your blog is so cute. Drew dating a soft princess (headcanon style, if you can): lots of soft moments ✨

thx

softie

drew starkey x reader. & awee thank you so mucchhh! and thank you for this cute request!

• being drew’s gf as softie would be the cutest and easiest life ever omg

• not to mention he’s a softie himself most times

• it’s pet names everyday fs

• honey, sweetheart, baby, sunshine, love

• a big one would be bunny

• that name probably started off as a joke but u seemed to like it and he thought it was adorable

• the amount of forehead kisses you would receive in a day oml

• i promise u like at any moment he’s def kissing your head, and sometimes even your cheek

• he loves real kisses more tho don’t play

• and he’s so ughhh after them

• “you’re lips are so soft baby” LIKEEEE

• there’s times where you’ll just crawl into his lap and make him hold you

• “bad day?”

• “no, just wanna be with you.”

• but when it is a bad day, you’ll totally forget about it once your with him again

• he could have such a long day himself too, but as long as you’re feeling good that won’t even matter to him

• after his long day of filming, he’d start cooking dinner for you

• no matter how hard you’ll try to help him or protest against it, he continues

• “i feel bad just let me helppp!”

• “no, go relax sweetheart.”

• he doesn’t let you lift a fingerrrr around that house okkkkay

• you’re practically royalty around him it’s insane

• he cherishes every moment with you together no matter what it is

• even if your just laying on him, watching a movie while he strokes your back and leaves kisses on your face (he does this quite often mhm mhm !)

• it could be as simple as you guys gardening on the first day of spring

• he’ll do anything with you if it makes you happy. as long as he can see you smile? trust he’s planning it

• his love language would be acts of service but eventually also become quality time (could you tell lol???)

• and yours is definitely physical touch too cus you just want to be up under him like alwaysssss

• he’ll never complain either, like touchin you is his main way of knowing you’re always with him

• if you’re in the car together with other people and he’s in the passenger seat, his hand is reaching back to touch your ankle cus you just love that so much and so does heee

• you’ll try and tease him for being clingy as if you’re not 10x clingier 😭

• and omg

• he is not EVERRRR letting you get hurt

• when you accidentally cut yourself by chopping up a a cucumber or something, he’s treating it like you just chopped it off

• “you gotta be more careful, babe.” he says while he kisses your bandaged finger (that he made sure to wrap securely and carefully!!!)

• he’s also the king of compliments when it comes to you

• while you’re applying more lipgloss and using your phone as a mirror, he’ll reach over and click the button that takes a picture of you.

• like boy.

• “andddd you did that for what?”

• “cus you’re beautiful.”

• he’ll text you out of nowhere with it too

• and he lovesss taking pictures with that camera of his

• you’re in the mountains with him, on a picnic date! (you brought up the idea of how beautiful it would be and he planned it ofc awe)

• you’d be in your natural little cute state, ina pink sundress lookin pretty

• he’s snapping like a million pictures of you

• at one point you’d try and hide yourself in his chest

• “stoppp” cus why is he making u so nervous on purpose 🙄

• “i have to. i’ve got the worlds cutest girlfriend!”

• you’re so vulnerable around him and he loves that because it shows you can really trust him!

• but he hates to see you upset

• if you’re crying in his arms, he’s rocking you back and forth and whispering sweet things to you

• “i know honey, it’s okay. everything will be okay i promise.” he’d say while rubbing your back. “let it out baby, im right here. don’t worry.”

• then he’s gonna get to the bottom of the issue when you’re done

• cus who tf makin his baby cry??

• but moral of the story is you can’t get enough of him at alll

• like look at him 😍😍

• he can’t get enough of you either

• it’s perfect fr

• he loves you sooo much !! <333

[r4gg3dy4ndy]

pathetic.

wheres gideon? (proper capitalization and grammar in the fic.) (983 words.)

gideon graves x reader

"Hey, I'm home!" You wait for Gideon to rush you like he normally does when you get home, but there's not even a responce. Weird. You had just begun to get used to it. You walk further into your home, noticing it's cleaned up. Gideon must have cleaned for you. You walk into the living room to thank him, but... he's not in there either. Strange. He must be in the bathroom, then. You hang up your bags, coat and such and walk over to the record player, going to put on some music, but the album you were looking for isn't in the holder. Must be in your room. You walk over to your room when you hear... soft whines? You crack open the door just a little to see whats happening, when you see him. Gideon Gordon Graves, pathetically humping the mattress in your bed, laying in your bedsheets, with your name falling from his lips. How did you not hear him before? He's loud, moaning and whimpering like a dog in heat. He buryed his face in your pillow, and he's turned the other way, so he doesn't see you as you watch him. You feel kinda perverted for watching him like this (as well as actively enjoying it), but he is basically fucking your mattress. You sneak up behind him and due to how loud his moans are he doesn't hear you, completely caught up in the moment. It's cute, in a way. "Gideon." He immediately freezes up, stilling his motions completely. The tips of his ears burn red at how he was caught. You take his shoulders, flipping him around to face you. All he does is stare up at you, slackjawed. "Well? Got anything to say?" He begins to splutter out a response, but he keeps stuttering and gives up after just a moment. "S- Sorry..." He looks genuinely terrified - Oh god, he probably thinks you're gonna kick him out. You climb into the bed with him, taking his face in your hands. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He looks absolutely shocked, blushing so hard. It's... honestly, fucking adorable. "I'm not gonna kick you out, kay? You can still stay. You... want me to help you out?" He nods quickly, looking up at you in the most pleading way. Does he really want you that bad? You both shuffle, him moving to sit up, kneeling on the bed in front of you. "Ah... Could you... Can I r- ride your thigh?" He bites his lip, voice quivery. You nod, and he nearly pounces onto you, positioning himself in the way that would be easiest for him to fuck onto you. He moans like a bitch, head in the crook of your neck. You grip onto his hips, making him go slower. He looks over at you, whining. He looks so confused, panting and groaning.

"Why- Why'd you s- stop me?" You chuckle a bit, condecendingly. "Aww, pretty thing... Did you really think that you got to control this?" You pet him, grinning. He stammers a bit and blushes harder, realizing the direction you're going. He's quick to give in, letting you control him. He moans louder, seeming to enjoy it way more when you control him. You force him to come to a complete stop. He whines again, trying to grind into you more but you don't let him. "Nuh-uh, sweet thing... if you wanna keep going, you're gonna beg." It's as if a switch is flipped in his head, immidiately beginning to beg. His pathetic little whines and begs are adorable. "Please! F- fuck, I need it, need you, please, please! Le- Let me cum! Please!" He's tearing up. You act as if you're contemplating it, before shaking your head no. He looks so desperate, now beginning to cry. You've never felt more turned on by something like this. You act as if you're annoyed, pressing him down onto bed beneath you. You pull off his pants, taking his cock out. He arches his back up into your hold, having to press him back down into the mattress. He tries to keep his hip down as you slowly begin to stroke him, his cock wet with precum. You lean down betwixt his thighs, taking his cock into your mouth. You hum, taking him in deep. He's crying even harder, moaning loudly, nearly shouting your name as you begin to suck him off. He tries to grab your hair, so you slide it out of your mouth with a small pop. You pin his hands down to the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. You pause. "Hey... Do you want me to stop?" He shakes his head no. You tap his chin, wanting him say it. "N- No, no, please, keep going..." He whines, wanting more. You nod, going over to the closet for just a sec. He sits up for a moment, before seeing you pull out a pair of padded handcuffs. You shackle him to the handboard, going back down to suck his cock. You do so fervently, him hitting the back of your throat. He's moaning loudly, pulling against the cuffs roughly. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, pulling back off. He nearly screams, lifting his hips up off the bed in a vain attempt to get the stimulation back. "Please! No, no, I was so- ngh- so close!" He sniffles cutely. You chuckle, deciding to give him what he wants. You go back down to suck him off, still keeping him pressed onto the mattress. He cums down your throat, screaming out, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. You run your hands through his hair as he comes down from his high. "Thank you..." You nod, kissing his forehead. You undo the handcuffs as he presses you down onto the mattress. "My turn."

[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 4]

word count: 6.9k

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of gore, mentions of attempted sexual assault (no assault occurs)

an: it’s a long one, children, I hope you enjoy. Feed back is always welcome, there’s a lot going on in this chapter and I would love to hear what you guys think of it all.

The light, or lack thereof, in Mattheo’s office at the club seemed more ominous than usual as he mentally beat you down in today’s legilimens lessons. Since the incident with Enzo almost two weeks ago, Mattheo’s lessons have become more grueling, more intense, like he was trying to break you into a perfect puppet and get you wrapped around his fingers like he seemed to have the others.

You had no real issue following orders, but you did have issues with going into situations blindly. What you dealt with in your past created a sense of hyper-self awareness for you. It left you with this need to constantly feel prepared, constantly look over your shoulder, and never lead yourself into a situation where you couldn’t weigh the outcomes.

Gasping for breath, you slowly lifted your head so that your eyes met Mattheo’s across from you. He was tall on his own, but with you sitting he seemed to loom over you like a dark shadow, which is probably what he was hoping for with how torturous he was being this morning. After another failed attempt at trying to reach the darkest depths of your mind Mattheo was seething with rage.

He couldn’t comprehend how a seemingly unthreatening woman had so much self-control, so much ability to protect what he was able to extract from the others within the first session. You, however, were doing your best to protect the last bit of secrecy you had since moving into the manor. Maybe it was your irritation with how hard he was pushing you, or maybe, deep down, you liked how he would get when you pissed him off, but you couldn’t stop the sneering tone of your voice as you taunted him. “What’s wrong, boss? Angry that your newest little pet is stronger than you thought?”

The air left your lungs as Mattheo’s large hand now covered the expanse of your neck. He wasn’t choking per se, but definitely showing you that he had more dominance in the situation. “Like I said that night, I really underestimated you, Princess. But don’t for a second do the same with me. You have no idea who you’re truly dealing with, what I’m capable of. These lessons have been some of the easiest things you’ll deal with in this business.”

You stared at him, glared at him, not responding with words, not daring to break eye contact first. You refused to look weak in front of him, not right now, not when he was acting like this. A smirk graced his face, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat now, “What's wrong, Princess? Cat’s got your tongue? You know I can feel when your heart rate quickens,” he leaned in close to your ear, “and you know what? I think you like this grip I’ve got on you.”

“Fuck you,” you huffed out the insult the best you could with the pressure his fingers had around your neck. Mattheo only laughed at your response, letting go and leaning back against his desk now, “I’m sure you’d love that, sweetheart, but we’re not there yet.” You scowled at him, but he only raised his eyebrows in return, “Now are you ready for more?” You gave a weak nod as Mattheo raised his wand. You could see that he was winding up to mutter the spell again when you whipped your own wand from your pocket, pointing it at him instead.

“Legilimens!” You barely had time to register the surprise in Mattheo’s features as you spoke the spell towards him before you were thrust into what you could only assume was the depths of one of Mattheo’s personal memories.

You watched as a small boy, no more than ten, did his best to crawl away from a looming figure of a man that was following him. You didn’t need to hear any names to know that the boy was Mattheo. He had the same dark curls, only a little longer in his youth, and the same earth shattering cheekbones. But the real tell tale sign were his eyes; they were they same onyx color, only now they were brimmed with tears.

“Father, please. I swear I tried my best. I’ll do better, I’ll be better, I promise,” young Mattheo was pleading with the figure, with his father. Voldemort. True to form, Voldemort showed no mercy, not even for his own offspring. Your heart nearly shattered as he pointed his wand at Mattheo, uttering an unforgivable, “Curcio.” Mattheo writhed on the ground in pain, trying, and failing, to muffle screams and not appear as weak as his father viewed him. After a moment the torment ceased, Voldemort leaning over Mattheo, “Promises are futile, son. What I want to see are results.”

There was a rush of swirling images flying by you. You tried to take in as much as you could as they flew by but they were all moving so quickly. Soon you were thrust back in to a new memory of Mattheo’s.

You were back at the same manor as the previous memory, only it was a few years later. Or at least that’s what you were assuming. It felt colder, the furniture in the sitting room looked less used, like the the house itself was slowly dying. The same looming figure, Voldemort, appeared to float into the room. Another version of Mattheo, an older verson than before but still quite young, was following his father into the room.

The innocence of youngness was gone from this Mattheo’s features. This Mattheo showed similar expressions to the one you knew now; stoic, blank, cold. “Father, I don’t understand, why am I not attending school like Draco, I thought you wanted me to be able to infiltrate groups for those my age, would it not be easier for me to do that there?” You were thankful you couldn’t see Voldemort’s face, because the flash in Mattheo’s eyes showed you it was anything but inviting.

“My dear boy, there is nothing at that school that Gimball cannot show you here. The Malfoy’s are holding a winter ball at their manor next month, you will attend and begin building bonds with the other’s Draco will bring, that is the beginning,” Voldemort’s tone, while soft, was still threatening, warning Mattheo not to challenge his father further on the subject.

But true to form, Mattheo did the opposite of what was expected of him, instead raising his voice, cursing his father for his decisions and telling him that he wanted more of a say in the plans for his life. The Dark Lord clearly did not like being talked to this way, extending his arm and flicking it over the right side of Mattheo’s face. Mattheo hissed, reeling back and holding both hands near his right eye.

When he pulled his hands back, you saw a thin clean cut from the front of Mattheo’s right cheek bone, straight through his eyebrow. “Defying me will not get you want you want boy, go back to your studies, do not bother me again.” Mattheo covered his face again, turning around and retreating from the room.

You were pulled from these memories by the booming of Mattheo’s voice, “ENOUGH!” Your head dropped, eyes staring at the ground, too afraid to meet Mattheo’s gaze after what you had just seen. He dug his wand into the underside of your chin, forcing you to look at him. When you met his gaze his eyes were like a black hole, complete darkness and void. “Are you proud of yourself for that little trick just now?”

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your composure, “I figured you’d be, isn’t this why you’re training me with all of this? I’ve been paying attention, sir.” The last of your sentence dripped with defiance, causing Mattheo’s frown to only deepen. Then he smiled, which almost made you fearful to see in this setting, “I am proud, Princess. Because you know what this means?” Your expression blanked, staring back into his penetrating gaze and shaking your head, “while I still plan on getting to the bottom of all your secrets, today’s little stunt means we can move on to next stage.”

You swallowed hard, trying to not sound as intimidated as you felt, “What’s the next stage?” Mattheo’s grin grew wider, eye’s gleaming with a hint of something you couldn’t quite read, but you weren’t even sure you wanted to. Then you heard it. A voice that was not your own inside your head, Internal communication, Princess. Your eyes widened and Mattheo let out a low chuckle before speaking to you again, C’mon, pretty girl. You can do it. Talk back to me. I know you pay attention.

Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to concentrate, but Mattheo’s hand grabbed your face, giving your cheeks a light squeeze, “Eyes open, Princess. Look at me.” You opened your eyes, your faces were so close you could see the freckles across the bridge of his nose. You could also see the light lines from magical healing on the scar by his right eye. “Focus,” his voice cutting through your internal breakdown of his features. You stared at him, concentrating as hard as you could, thinking of what you wanted to say to him right now, but not knowing if he’d hear you or not.

You’re a fucking prick, you thought. Mattheo wore a devilish grin as he released your face, “Oh, but darling, I’m your prick now.” You rolled your eyes, much to Mattheo’s amusement. “You did good today, Princess. I’m proud of you.” You looked down at your hands in your lap, trying to hide the rush of color that spread across your cheeks at his praise. You weren’t even sure why you wanted it with how infuriating he was most of the time.

Mattheo walked round his desk, sitting down in the chair across from you, “I have your first task for you today.” You looked up at this, brows furrowed with both confusion and worry, “W-what is it?” Mattheo twirled his wand between his fingers like a drum stick, your eyes focused to it, entranced by the way his fingers seemed to move around the object. He flattened his palm quickly, his wand making a sharp sound against the wood of his desk causing you to jump slightly in your seat.

“There’s a group of men coming to the club today. Wizards that are important to what I’m trying to build. But I’m skeptical of their loyalty. They’ve ordered a table, bottle service of course. I want you to tend to them,” you raised an eyebrow at this, “We’ve had this discussion before, Princess. You seem very non-threatening. Beyond that, you’re the newest addition. Besides those of us at the club, no one knows how important you really are.”

“So what are you wanting me to do, seduce them in to spilling their secrets? Offer them a lap dance for every skeevy detail they tell me?” You were half joking at the suggestion. Regardless, Mattheo’s jaw clenched, “You are not a dancer. You will never be a dancer.” You opened your mouth to argue but the raise of Mattheo’s palm quickly silenced you, “I want you to tend to them, bring them any drinks they want, make sure their glasses are never empty, and I want you to listen to them. What they’re saying, how they’re saying it. Then I want you to use your new skill we practiced today to tell me anything that you think might be useful. Understood?”

You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. Mattheo pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before making hard eye contact with you, “Remember you came to me, Princess. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d protect you. And I also wasn’t lying when I said you’d be useful, and that you were mine now. So…do you understand what I want you to do.”

Nodding your head, you stood up from your seat, never breaking eye contact and answering just as he taught you, Yes, sir. I understand. He smirked, and you returned the gesture before turning and leaving his office towards the dancers dressing room to get ready for your shift, your task. As you entered the changing rooms, hands on the hem of your shirt Mattheo answered you, Good girl.

A shiver ran up your spine before you shook it off. Trying to clear your mind and get ready properly. You walked to the station that you usually got ready at, sitting down and starting on your hair, you usually wore it in an updo as it got hot behind the bar, moving around so quickly and interacting with so many people. “You’re gonna wear it down, tonight,” Draco’s voice was abrupt, causing you to turn towards him.

“That sounded like a command,” you quipped, eyebrows raised. Draco huffed in annoyance, “It was, but not from me. I’m merely relaying the message. You’re also going to be wearing this,” Draco dropped a garment bag on your lap, “shoe’s are in the bag too. If you weren’t so fucking annoying you’d probably look hot tonight.” Draco eyed you up and down, “Pity.” You sneered at the blonde, “Oh go fuck yourself, Malfoy. I’m sure that’s the only action you ever get anyway.”

Draco leaned in close, not fearful of getting right in your face, “Trust me, darling. If cousin hadn’t already claimed you, I’d shut that pretty mouth up and show you just how wrong you are.” Satisfied with leaving you speechless, Draco sauntered out of the changing rooms. You stood from the vanity, hanging the garment bag on a nearby hook to unzip and examine the contents. Inside was a rich, emerald colored dress. Barely a dress, really. You felt like a better descriptions was two pieces of cloth held together with a few strings of diamonds.

There is no way in hell I’m wearing this, you thought to yourself. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Mattheo’s voice inside your head. You’re wearing the dress, the heels, and your hair is down tonight. It’s all for the task. You rolled your eyes, grumbling as you fit yourself into the slinky attire, struggling to secure the heels properly then trying to figure out a way to get your hair to cooperate while down.

“Here, doll. Let me help you,” Roxy came up behind you, hands moving and arranging your hair this way and that. After a short moment she declared she was finished, insisting you look for yourself. You gaped at the image in the mirror, not knowing what to say, “Roxy I…I look…” Roxy leaned down over your shoulder, meeting your gaze in the mirror, “You look like Mattheo is going to give you one hell of a night tonight.” You looked down at your lap bashfully, “No, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re not…It’s not like that between us.” Roxy hummed in response, “Don’t worry, it will be.”

She walked off to continue to get ready for her shift, leaving you a mess of your thoughts. You shook your head, trying to get everything straight in your mind before finishing your makeup and heading over toward the bar. As you made your way over, you could feel many pairs of eyes on you from all directions. The attention started to make you feel self-conscious, tugging at the back of the dress, trying to conceal what you could.

As you walked up to the bar you tried to ignore Enzo’s smirk, “Don’t say a word or I swear I’ll mame you.” Enzo did a zip and locking motion on his lips, but that meant nothing for the two men who were walking up behind you. “Maldetto inferno, bella ragazza,” Theo’s deep voice was accompanied by a low whistle.

You turned around, glaring. Blaise was quick to add on, “He’s right, love. You look bloody magnificent. The boss pick that out?” You rolled your eyes, effectively giving him his answer, “I’ve been given my first task tonight, boys,” you did an exaggerated curtsy, “So get your looks in while you can, but this is not the attire I will be sporting regularly.”

Blaise raised his eyebrows in slight shock, “You’ve got a task? Seems a bit early, no?” He gave the other two boys a glance, “What made him think you were ready?” It was your turn to smirk, concentrating hard as you looked at him, allowing your thoughts to invade his, Because I learned a new trick. Blaise laughed out loud, causing both Theo and Enzo to look at you both questioningly.

“Go on, show them then,” He gestured towards Theo. You turned towards the tall man, concentrating, You’re a twat. Theo held his hand to his chest, “You wound me, uccellina.” You turned around, facing Enzo now. He held a wide smile, “Be easy on me now, Angel.”

You looked at him with a kind smile, not even needing to think hard before conveying your message into his mind, I’m so sorry about a few weeks ago, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Enzo shook his head, holding his arms open wide for you. You embraced him without question, squeezing him tight around his middle. He mumbled into your hair, “You saved me, like a true angel. Nothing to be sorry about.”

“Oi, what the fuck?” Theo pointed at the interaction, “I get told I’m a twat and Enzo’s hugging her. She’s playing favorites.” Blaise’s shook his head, taking his friend by the arm and leading him away. You stepped back from Enzo, him dabbing beneath your eyes, “Can’t have your pretty face all blotchy for the plan now, hmm?” You let out a soft laugh, then at the sound of Mattheo’s voice, your spine stiffened. They’re here.

Your task was proving to be seemingly easy. For the majority of the night you brought three gentleman drinks, again and again. None of which were saying much beyond disgusting conversation about different dancers that were appearing on stage. It wasn’t until about their fourth scotch that any relevant information seemed to pass their lips.

As you were handing out the current round of drinks, your ears perked at what they were saying. “Mattheo has no idea, I’m sure of it,” a rather stout man was shaking his head, eyes lingering a little too long down the front of your dress as you bent down to hand him his drink. Your stomach churned at the way he was looking at you, but the feeling quickly dissipated at the next man's sentence.

“That’s the problem, he’s still just a boy. A boy who’s trying to conquer his father’s footsteps, but in reality he’s just following right in them, straight to his death if you ask me.” His sentence startled you, causing you to spill the drink slightly in his lap, “Oh, sir, I’m so sorry! How stupid of me.”

The thinner man only gave you a smile that gave you the feeling of being covered in slime, “Oh, no worries, poppet, you can just go get me another.” You nodded, doing your best to look bashful instead of worried. As you turned to leave the man gave your arse a firm slap, causing a slight yelp to leave your lips. “Hurry back,” the man chided as you walked quickly to the bar.

When you got there Enzo gave you a concerned look, “S’everything alright over there, Angel?” You nodded, still looking slightly annoyed and caught off guard, “Yes, relatively speaking. I just got fucking groped but I guess that’s custom of playing the part, hmm?”

Enzo’s once calm demeanor immediately turned sour, his eyes darkening to a shade you’ve never seen them before, “Which one?” You looked at him, tilting your head. Enzo spoke again, deeper, stronger, “Which one of those fucking gits touched you inappropriately?” You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder, “S’okay, Enzo, nothing I can’t handle. Take a deep breath. Look, Mattheo’s walking over there now, just, make this drink again and once I’ve told Mattheo what he needs to know I’ll be back here for the rest of the night.” Enzo nodded, reluctantly, placing a new drink in your hand as well as Mattheo’s usual.

As you walked back towards the group of men, your eyes locked with Mattheo’s. You handed the thinner man his drink, smiling sickeningly sweet at him before handing Mattheo his. With a quizzical eye Mattheo’s voice rang between your ears, Any useful intel? You bid the other men goodbye, nodding at Mattheo acknowledging you heard what he had asked.

Walking back towards the bar you gave Mattheo your report, They’re planning on backing out of your deal, they think you’re no better than your father. That you’re going to fail just like he did. They said that your ego is getting in the way of reality and you’ve lost sight of the true vision. You glanced back at the meeting, seeing Mattheo’s jaw visibly clench before glancing back towards you, letting you know he heard what you had said.

You were too nosy, needed to know what was still happening. When you saw the conversation seemingly finishing up, you walked back over with the cover that you were collecting glasses. You looked over at Mattheo, but he avoided your gaze. He told the men to enjoy the rest of the night, handing them a stack of muggle cash for the dancers before leading you away.

“What happened, did you tell them to fuck off? Threaten them for what they’re planning?” Mattheo continued to look forward, leading you toward the bar, “I made the deal.” You scoffed, nearly dropping the tray in your hands in the process, “Are you crazy? Did you not hear me before, they’re screwing you over, Mattheo.” The man only huffed out a slight laugh, “Princess, you have so much to learn. Those men will learn their lesson, but I have to let them think they have the upper hand. The boys and I will sort the rest out later.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that. How they were going to sort it out. If that meant that one of them were going to end up hurt like Enzo before. But Mattheo walked away, holing himself up in his office for the rest of the night.

In the end you were thankful as working behind the bar proved far less stressful than the two hours you were tasked with maintaining calmness with people that were clearly hoping for Mattheo’s and essentially the rest of yours downfall. You found yourself glad that Mattheo stuck you with this job versus a dancer right now, Enzo proving very lively company most nights. You cared for him like a brother, feeling protective over him, especially after the last incident a few weeks ago.

As the night was wrapping up, Mattheo came out of his office to bid the slimey wizards goodbye. Promising again to make good on his end of the deal and walking them towards the exit doors. You assisted Enzo with cleanup of the bar, washing glasses and collecting trash that the muggle patrons seemed to always leave behind. You were tying up the bag when Enzo walked over, offering to take it to the bin out back.

You stared at him incredulously, “I think I can manage taking out some rubbish, Enz. Just don’t apparate home without me, mkay?” Enzo held up his hands in defeat, nodding and promising not to leave you behind. You made your way towards the back side exit, walking outside into the alleyway and tossing the bag in the large bin. You shivered slightly at the drop in temperature compared to inside the club, intensely remembering how little clothing you actually had on tonight.

Making your way back towards the door, a low and dangerous voice met your ears, “Funny finding you out here, poppet. But then again, I was hoping you’d come.” You stopped in your tracks, turning slowly to see that the thin man was not alone, but also accompanied by his two friends from earlier.

You did your best to put on a polite smile, “Yes, well. End of the night duties call. I drew the rubbish straw.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to subtly walk backwards towards the door again. The thinner man was tall, his long strides bringing him close to you far too quickly, “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be handling the rubbish. She should be worshiped.”

He continued to walk closer to you until he somehow managed to back you against the side of the building. You yelped slightly when your back hit the wall, almost knocking the breath out of yourself. The man simply smiled, reaching his hand up to caress your cheek slightly. You flinched at the contact, causing a low rumble of a laugh to emit from him, “Don’t be afraid, poppet. I’m gonna take good care of you, just like you took care of me and my boys all night.”

You shook your head, “Thank you for the offer sir, but I’m really not interested. If I could just,” you went to push him back, make your way back towards the door when he gripped your wrist. His hold was harsh, surely to leave a bruise and he slammed your back up against the brick wall again. The stones of your dress dug into your back, causing a whimper to leave your throat.

“Such a pretty sound,” he cupped your cheek now. You turned away from him, pleading, “Please, no. I don’t want to.” He gripped your chin, the action having the complete opposite effect on you than when Mattheo does it. Mattheo. You needed Mattheo.

You squirmed in the man’s hold, trying desperately to avoid his touches, avoid his lips as he tried to place them on yours. Trying to focus on only Mattheo as you screamed for him in your thought, Mattheo, please. Merlin, please help.

You looked back towards the man, a dangerous hunger in his eyes. He leaned in, trying to capture your lips with his but you pulled away again. Instead his mouth and tongue trailing down the side of your neck. Princess, where are you, what’s wrong?

You almost cried out in relief hearing Mattheo’s voice in your head. You tried again to push the man off, but this only made him angry. He gripped your wrist tighter, turning you around and pushing you face first into the bricks. His body was flush to yours, his breath hot in your ear, “You’re fighting me so much, poppet, if you wanted it rough, you should’ve just said so to begin with.”

Eyes closed, you tried to hold your composure. Back alley. You managed to get out to Mattheo as you felt the mans fingertips trailing down your spine, tracing the cross-crosses of the diamond straps. You shifted once more, only for the man to push you harder against the wall, you felt the brick dig into your cheek, whimpering as you felt the warmth of blood on your face.

The pop of an apparition alerted the man and the others to company. The man finally released you to turn towards the intrusion, giving you the opportunity to turn around and see Mattheo and the other boys all surrounding the men. You slid down the wall, hugging your knees to yourself as you watched the impending chaos ensue.

Without warning Mattheo cast a spell at the man, who deflected it with a laugh, “What’s wrong, Riddle? Didn’t daddy ever teach you to share your toys?” Mattheo bore his teeth to the man, throwing several more spells his way. Behind him, Theo and Blaise had a hold of the man’s two cronies while Enzo and Malfoy held a wand to each of their throats. You hugged your knees to yourself tighter, taking your wand from your thigh strap and gripping it with all your might.

“Was it not you, Monti, who said I would be stupid to follow in my father’s footsteps, why would I listen to anything he had to say, especially sharing?” Mattheo taunted. The man, Monti, turned to you with an evil glare in his eyes, “So you’re more than just a pretty face with a tight ass, hmm, poppet? And here I thought you were just a daft fucking bimbo.” Monti pointed his wand towards you, raising it high as he prepared to cast whatever spell he had in mind.

“You’re a waste of existence, Monti. And it’s going to give me so much pleasure to fucking kill you,” Mattheo flicked his wand, barely even perceptible to someone who wasn’t paying attention. Monti’s wand flew from his hands, him turning around to face Mattheo again, “Wha-” Monti’s sentence was cut short by the red light that emitted from Mattheo’s wand, causing the thin man to fall onto the pavement in pain.

Mattheo released the man from the spell, Monti gasping for breath as Mattheo spoke once more, “If there’s one thing my father taught me, it’s how to effectively torture.” Mattheo mumbled the cruciatus curse once more, red light hitting the man, causing him to scream out in pain. “What’s wrong, Monti. I thought you liked it rough,” Mattheo grit through his teeth. “What you fail to realize, Monti, is that I did learn something from my father’s mistakes. You see,” he intensified his curse, the man losing breath from the amount of pain he was in, “my father used to take his enemies and make them into slaves, torturing them until they were basically puppets for his own use. But me. Oh I prefer loyalty. Which means you,” Mattheo halted his torture for a moment, leaning down towards Monti’s face, “you are now completely useless to me.” Mattheo stood tall, his wand pointed down towards the man who was looking at him with pleading eyes. “Avada Kedavra.”

The green light from Mattheo’s wand hit Monti square in the chest and instantly he was motionless. You covered your mouth to conceal your gasp, tears streaming down your face. “Boss,” Enzo’s voice rang out over the silence. Mattheo turned to the others, still holding Monti’s people hostage. Mattheo gave the most subtle of nods and you saw Enzo’s eyes darken, the most sinister grin you’ve ever seen slowly appear on his face.

Enzo turned towards the man Theo was holding. The man began pleading for his life, screaming that he’d be loyal to Mattheo, do anything he wanted. But his words were cut short, soon turning to a gurgling mess as Enzo swiftly dragged his wand across the man’s throat, whatever spell he used making a clean line across his jugular. For good measure Enzo slowly dragged his wand from the man’s pubic bone up to his sternum, effectively splitting the man wide open. Theo released the man then, allowing his dead carcass to sink to the pavement as the contents of his body slowly spilled from the wounds.

Malfoy took a different approach to his torture and kill, casting a spell that essentially made the man Blaise was holding start choking on water. So while Enzo was carving his kill, Malfoy’s was slowly drowning without any hope of recovery. When both of Monti’s cronies were dead, laying lifeless on the pavement you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a choked sobbing noise from what you had just witnessed. At the sound, all five men then turned in your direction, seemingly forgetting you were still there and just witnessed them in their most sinister forms.

Immediately Mattheo rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you and burying your face into his chest, a hand behind your head to hold you close. You couldn’t stop the tears from coming now, sobs overtaking your body, making your whole form shake. “Malfoy call for Pansy. Now,” Mattheo ordered. Malfoy nodded, face stoic. In less than a minute Pansy was exiting the back door, taking in the scene around her. “For fucks sake, guys,” she ran a hand through her hair, quickly throwing it up into a ponytail.

Mattheo turned to her, still holding on to you, “Pansy, call for Gimball so he can help you and the other’s clean this up. I’m going to take her back to the manor.” You couldn’t see it with your head burried in Mattheo’s chest, but the others all looked at you with concern. Pansy nodded at the order, calling for Gimball who immediately appeared in the alley way. “Miss Parkinson,” Gimball nodded towards her. Gimball took in the scene around him, turning towards Mattheo now, “Quite a mess, Master Riddle, quite a mess indeed.” Mattheo huffed, “I don’t have time for a lecture now, Gimball. You can do it later.” The house elf walked off towards Enzo’s victim, grumbling.

Mattheo turned towards the others, “I can trust you to handle this, yes?” Everyone nodded. “We’ll take care of it, boss,” Blaise assured him. Mattheo stood then, bringing you to stand with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, face buried between his collar and jaw. Mattheo held the back of your head, keeping you pressed close to him with the other wrapped around your waist to hold you tight. He leaned down close to your ear, “Ready, Princess?” You nodded your head, and in an instant you both were standing in your room.

Once you realized that you were in the safety of the manor and the initial adrenaline wore off it was like your body weighed two tons, your legs giving out and you nearly collapsing. Mattheo could feel it, your muscles relaxing, almost too much. He caught you quickly, leaning down to hook your knees over his elbow and lift you up, carrying you over to your bed. As he set you down you curled back into yourself, pulling your knees back to your chest and laying on your side.

Mattheo placed a gentle kiss on your temple, causing you to flinch slightly. “I’ll be right back, Princess.” You wanted to protest, open your mouth and ask him not to leave you alone, but you watched as he walked to the en suite towards your bathroom. You heard the sound of water before Mattheo came walking towards you again. “C’mon, love,” he slid one arm under your shoulders, the other under your knees again. You wrapped your arms around his neck to allievate some of your weight, which was entirely unnecessary because he carried you to the bathroom as if you weighed nothing.

Once in the bathroom he sat you down on the counter. Mattheo knelt down, undoing the buckles of your heels, sliding them off your feet. His hands trailed up your calves, along the sides of your thighs, when he reached the bottom hem of your dressed he met your eyes, silently asking if it was okay. You gave him a small nod. He wrapped one arm under your thighs, lifting you up slightly to continue lifting your dress up your form before setting you back down on the counter.

“Arms up,” you did as told, Mattheo pulling the dress up and over your head before placing it on the counter beside you. You wrapped your arms around your chest, more so from the slight cold than from being fully exposed to him. At the moment you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Mattheo grabbed a washcloth from the counter, running it under hot water. He gently held your chin between his forefinger and thumb, lightly dabbing the washcloth over the cut on your cheek and cleaning the blood from your face.

When he was finished he took out his wand, mumbling a simple healing spell over the small wound. He gently ghosted his fingers over the bruise forming on your wrist, you not being able to help but flinch slightly. He turned the water off from the tub before picking you up once more to place you in the water. Once he did, he went to stand; you grabbed hold of his hand, halting his movement, “Will you…sit with me?” He nodded, “Course, Princess. I won’t leave you.” He went to stand up again but you shook your head, “No, like will you sit with me…here,” you nodded toward the water around you, “in the tub.”

Mattheo gave you a look, one that clearly read, are you sure? You nodded again, a soft, “Please,” leaving your lips. He nodded and you let him stand up fully. You watched as his hands undid each button of his dress shirt before letting it fall from his shoulders. You let your eyes wander over his skin again, taking in the different shades of black and greys of the tattoos that were scattered over his chest and stomach, down his arms to his hands and fingers. You didn’t miss the dark mark on his left forearm as he undid the buttons of his trousers. There were deep scars over it, like he had tried to remove it from himself and failed every time.

He took steps back toward the tub and you slid forward slightly to allow him some room. He kept his briefs on, wanting to make sure not only you were comfortable but also that he had no other ill intentions despite you being fully exposed. When he was fully seated in the tub you slid backwards again until your back hit his chest. You leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You wrapped your hands around his forearm, burying your face in the crook of his elbow.

You felt Mattheo’s lips press gently at your hairline behind your ear before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he spoke gently after a moment, “Tonight was all my fault, I shouldn’t have…maybe you weren’t ready.” You gave his forearm a light squeeze, lifting your head up to rest your cheek on his arm. “S’not your fault. And I felt ready…still feel ready, guess I just didn’t realize what all the business really entailed.”

Mattheo let out a long sigh, “I dunno, love. Maybe wait a couple week-” You shook your head, “No. Don’t do that, I’ll be okay. I just…didn’t realize how vicious everyone could really be, I mean Enzo..” You could feel Mattheo smirk slightly, “I told you he was my most dangerous, Princess.” You scoffed, “Yeah but you didn’t tell me he was basically Sammy the Bull.” Mattheo turned his face toward yours, eyebrows furrowed so fiercely they were nearly touching. You rolled your eyes, “Sammy the Bull…Salvatore Gravano,” you paused again but Mattheo only widened his eyes for further explanation. “He’s a very notorious hitman for the muggle mafia, Teo. You should know this, you work with muggles sometimes don’t you.”

You turned your head to fully meet his eyes, only to see them sparking slightly, him holding a mischievous grin. “What?” You asked curiously. Mattheo held his smile, “Did you just call me Teo?” A blush crept up your neck and over your cheeks, “I, erm, yes. I don’t know why, it just, slipped I’m sorry.” He laughed then, a light chuckle that rumbled his chest and vibrated against your back, “S’okay, Princess. I don’t mind. S’cute.”

This only made you blush harder, burying your face into the crook of his elbow again. He let out another small laugh before fitting his face in the crook of your neck. You both stayed like that, wrapped in each other until the water began to run cold. Mattheo then helped you out of the tub, insisting that he dry you and taking a little to much time drying your thighs and bum. When you scolded him he only smirked, “I’m a man, Princess, you can’t blame me.”

He followed you back into the bedroom, insisting on helping you get dressed in your sleep shirt and tank before grabbing his sweats from the bed and pulling them on. “When did those get there?” You questioned as you pulled back the duvet. You had finally gotten one that fit the bed, a beautiful lindworm green color that you felt matched not only the aesthetic of the room but the house as well. “I asked Pansy to put them there when I brought you to the bath,” he said simply as he rounded the bed, preparing to get in as well.

“You’re staying?” There was more hopeful surprise in your tone than you really wanted to reveal to him, but the flutter in your stomach at the prospect was undeniable. “Of course, Princess. I told you,” he settled further in to the bed, slipping his arm under your waist and pulling your chest flush to his side, “I’m not leaving you.” He grabbed the crook of your knee like he did before, hiking your leg up and over his waist.

He rested his hand over the expanse of your thigh, the arm that was wrapped around you bent so his hand could run his fingers through your hair, “Close your eyes, Princess. I’ve got ya.” The heat radiating off Mattheo along with him just fully enveloping you lulled you into a deep sleep. Again, you slept with no nightmares. Again, you woke up alone.

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒; levi ackerman featuring: levi ackerman x thug fem!reader synopsis: you've known levi since his underground days, always by his side and making sure, he feels good before sleeping. content warning: smut, p in v, pet names, choking hi it's malia: no regrets made me do it, just know that.

One leg wrapped tightly around his waist, you allowed him to reach deeper with his harsh thrusts. Tonight, a mission failed because Isabel acted too careless with one of her maneuvers. Instead of bringing back another pile of food, they kept the smallest amount which fit their pockets to save the girl from being captured, and probably murdered.

Among the underground folk, Levi did not trust many people. Trusting the wrong person blindly, could be the easiest death sentence possible. So, Furlan and Isabel enjoyed a close friendship with a talented, young man, who taught them the movements with ODM gear. And then there was you, his most entrusted person, his girlfriend. "Feels so good, Levi," You moaned, almost too loud for th thin walls of the small apartment the group rented.

Face hidden in the crock of your neck, his warm breath fanned along the side of your throat. Puffs of air exhaled against the soft spot underneath your ear, adding another reason to feel like being brought straight to heaven. "Fucking hell, you are so tight," Levi's voice was a mess of raspy tones, the words muttered against your skin inbetween the quiet groans.

But the sweet and adored intimacy did not last long, as Levi pushed his body off yours. A flat hand placed on each side of your head, balancing his weight, he withdraw his hips until only his soft pink tip was left inside your warm cunt.

Corners of the mouth twitched, his lips turning into a satisfied smirk at the sight, you already presented him after such a short time of sex. Oh, how much you loved Levi's kind of genuine smiles. Sadly as the days passed, they vanished more and more from his face. His face was so close but yet so far, as you moved an arm to reach out to him. Slender and soft fingers caressed over his flustered cheek and along the sharp lines of his jaw. "I love you so much,"

You whispered with swollen lips and glossy eyes. The view enough for Levi to feel his dick twitch, and almost making him cum while being halfway inside of you only. The answer you've gotten from him, was a harsh thrust, bullying his entire length inside of you again, without warning. Such words from you released a chained animal inside of him. Eyes, blown-out with lust on both ends, connected in the heated mid-air, as Levi kept on with the relentless pace and deep thrusts, he just started.

Oh, the thief did not know how he deserved such a valuable present. One day, you marched through the underground, beautiful coat wrapped around your slim body while the men around you drooled over your clean appearance. A gang of three tried to jump you that same evening, when Levi and Furlan were around and safely escorted you towards their apartment with the help of ODM gear.

For the first time, you felt safe and a taste of freedom while flying through the air. And since that day, you haven't left Levi's side.

"You take me so good, princess," His words were a simple praise, you have heard more than once by now. But those easy choice of sylabelles had a promising effect on the way your body responded to him. Walls clenching, bottom lip quivering.

It would be insane for anyone from the underground to say that Levi had a sweet or soft side, hidden underneath the cold glare he usually wore. But you knew how much he changed as soon as the door closed. A young adult boy, who simply tried to find his place in this world, and maybe enjoy a second or two of the rebel behavior.

While you expected the unyielding harshness and never faltering speed tonight, after the glare he sent you earlier while entering the apartment, Levi's pace faltered once again. Three to four particular strong ones until he has gotten slower, more sensual. "Look at me," He demanded, leaning on his underarms to be closer to your face. It was one of those moments, where he questioned the world, questioned the future and had to switch his thoughts off.

The best way to do such thing was always to share longing gaze into the beautiful color swirls of your dilated pupils. Enough to keep him in the moment, anchored to the world of reality. But the on-going eye contact weakened your restrains of keeping the control over your orgasm for longer.

Levi memorised in which way his swollen lips had to trail along the span of your prominent collarbones. Following the path of the bone until the soft, unblemished valley between your breasts awaited the sensual kisses of the promised love.

"Shit, you're holding me like a fucking vice," Levi grunted, bathing in the warming grasp of your walls while convincing himself to steadily roll his hips. You haven't given him a signal yet.

Not a scratch of your nails sharp enough to announce your orgasm.

Not the sweet swords tumbling out of your mouth in stutters while the drool escaped the corner and dribbled down the side of your face. But your body offered him the signals he needed. As your breathy screams reached the mellow air stuck in the bedroom, Levi's grunts became slightly louder.

"You're so fuck," He could not finish his compliment, the way you tightened deliciously around his length blew the air out of his lungs in a deep groan. Soft pillow grabbed between his slender fingers, Levi felt how your core milked him without wasting a second. Hips rolling against each other, his somewhat stronger than yours as the ecstasy aftermath vibrated through his spent body.

"So fucking pretty," He muttered between the heavy breaths. Lids closed, the strands of black hair which loosely hung across his eyes, were glued to his sweaty forehead. Panting filled the calmness of the bedroom, the aftermath settling in as Levi offered you a small, but satisfied, smile.

[highpri3stess]

Okay sorry I don’t run lmao . After reading your kidnapping one 3 guys came to mind. Hanma would honestly just let us kidnap him to see how far we’d actually go. Once he got bored he’d be like aight ima head out (insert that SpongeBob meme here) and Baji would already know like he’d know what we were up to and would probably kidnap us before we kidnap him. Some like reverse psychology shit in there too lmao. Kazutora my little touch starved baby, he’d just be so happy someone wants to give him attention, like he would willingly help us, & if we were wanting a ransom or something he’d even help us with it. (Hanma would too, try to test out how smart/ and far Kisaki would go to get him back) spoiler : he doesn’t 💀

BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO BEING A TOKYO REVENGERS YANDERE: Snippets

Hanma has definitely let us kidnap him. Being the little shit that he is, he would pretend like he doesn't know what you're doing and be extra dramatic about it. "I HOPE SOMEONE DOESN'T KIDNAP ME. I AM ALL ALONE!" It's annoying that he fucking ESCAPES everytime. He doesn't understand the concept of kidnapped by chance, lovers by choice ☹ the worst part? He'll point out WHERE YOU WENT WRONG! How dare he give ME advice on what I d- I mean, anyways, it's like a cat and mouse game.

Don't ever use Hanma as a leverage to try and kidnap Kisaki too, he won't show up.

As for Baji, you wonder how you got here. Tied up in some guys room while he's just looking at you like 🤨 all you remember is stalking Baji while petting a cat and 'BAM' you're unconscious. Would not take "It's because I love you" as an explanation for trying to LITERALLY KIDNAP HIM. in the end, he'll just keep you in his room until he figures out what the hell he should do with you. Might pet you if you're obedient.

Kazutora, my poor sweet baby. Somebody is love with him? So badly that they want to kidnap him and keep him forever? Sign him up! Will go the extra mile to find a brand of ropes that is impossible to break or magically, you're looking for something to hold him and he just offers you- CHAINS. Yes you heard me, CHAINS. "I saw what you were doing and I wanted to help you-" "you want this?" "Don't you?" Easiest boy to keep and maintain, he even gives you cuddles. Not that I know, I totally don't have him in my room-

- Monika with a K