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𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4

Synopsis: f!Reader somehow finds herself trapped in the spirit realm. Whoops. She entrusts the help of a Yokai Detective Agency to get her back to the mortal realm where she belongs. Wait? A detective agency? In the spirit realm? And the only way of escape is to work with a disgruntled and hot headed Oni who is somehow spiritually bound to her? Sheesh.

A multichapter, Kamisama Kiss inspired story with your favourite Bungo man. Or at least, my favourite~

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, violence, swearing, blood mention, monsterfucking, knotting, ruts, omegaverse vibes, breeding

A/N: SURPRISE! 2 chapters in 1 evening? Can you believe it?! Well I can because I made the mistake of writing 2 chapters at once and then falling ill. But we move! This chapter is a bit dialogue and exposition heavy, but hopefully it’ll give you a chuckle because I sure did - though I tend to laugh at my jokes even when they aren’t funny. I know I have said omegaverse vibes…welllllllllll less so vibes and more so actually, omegaverse; but my own version! Anywho, enjoy this little treat!

Chapter Warnings: suggestive(?), swearing, Dazai is his own warning.

Masterlist

Despite waking up naturally, you groaned softly as your eyes flicker open, your body sore and mind groggy from the previous day’s mission. ‘I’m still here’ you think to yourself, expecting this whole thing to have been some elaborate dream, or maybe a hallucination from hitting your head after falling down the well. But you were still here.

You blinked into the dim light, expecting to see sunlight filtering through a window. Instead, your eyes were met with the inky darkness of the Spirit Realm. For a moment, you wondered if you had woken up in the middle of the night. But the glowing analogue clock on the bed side table read 7:00 AM.

“Huh? Its still dark?” You mumbled, pushing yourself upright. Your muscles ached in protest, a sharp reminder of how little rest you had since falling into this bizarre realm.

The rich aroma of grilled fish and warm soup drifted through the room, making your stomach growl. Pulling up and onto your feet, you peered past the curtain dividing the room to see Kunikida seated at a low table, arranging an immaculate Japanese breakfast. He moved with practiced efficiency, his hands placing each dish with a precision that seemed more ritual than necessity.

For a man so perpetually tense, Kunikida looked calm in this moment—focused, almost serene. You couldn’t help but watch him for a second longer than you meant to. Seeing Kunikida acting so naturally in his dorm was oddly… domestic.

Without further ado, you shuffled into the room, dragging the blanket behind you. “You’re up early,” you spoke, your voice still scratchy with sleep.

Kunikida didn’t look up. “It’s not early. It’s merely morning.”

“Looks like nighttime to me.” You gestured vaguely at the window. “Still dark as a horror movie out there.”

“The Spirit Realm doesn’t follow mortal day-night cycles,” he said, straightening his glasses. “The sky here remains in a perpetual state of night. Time still passes as usual, but you’ll have to rely on clocks.”

At this, you made a face. “So, no sunrise? No morning sunshine? Just… eternal gloom?”

Kunikida shoots you an exasperated look. “I would’ve assumed that was obvious by now.”

“Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the curtain this morning,” you muttered, plopping down on the floor across from him. “Anyway, this smells amazing. Didn’t know you were hiding MasterChef skills under all that…uh…you.”

Kunikida’s posture stiffened slightly, though he kept his attention on the tray. “Cooking is a basic necessity,” he said. “A proper breakfast is essential for maintaining physical and mental efficiency.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, smirking. “So you do this every morning?”

“Yes. And you should eat. A few days eating our food will better disguise the smell of human on you” he spoke pragmatically, though something in his subconscious feels disappointed that you will lose that potency. He shrugs it off.

You didn’t need to be told twice as you reached forward to pick up a pair of chopsticks and took a bite of the grilled fish. It had to be the tastiest thing you’ve ever eaten in your life. Could it be the magic of the spirit realm? Who can tell? But either way it was good fucking food. You let out an involuntary moan of appreciation, something that perked Kunikida’s ears up. “Okay, wow. This is seriously good.”

The Oni gave a small nod of acknowledgment, though his posture remained stiff and formal. Whilst you dined, you couldn’t help but notice how carefully he ate, each bite deliberate, as if following a silent set of rules. By contrast, you devoured your meal with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn’t eaten a proper meal in days.

Another few moments of silence goes by, other than the subtle noises of chopsticks hitting the bowl or chewing. Kunikida’s gaze was on you at all times, and whenever you looked up, he looks away. He couldn’t stop himself, his sharp senses picked up the changes in your scent: the faint trace of his scent lingering on your skin from where he had nuzzled and kissed you. The knowledge that he had left some sort of mark on you filled him with a strange, conflicting satisfaction. He told himself it was purely pragmatic—ensuring your safety in a hostile realm.

But a deeper, more instinctive part of him felt possessive. ‘Look at her, she’s mine’ the thought whispered, unbidden. The idea sent a ripple of discomfort through him, and he focused on finishing his meal in silence.

After a while, you broke the silence. “So,” you said, setting your chopsticks down politely. “What is the plan today, gunna fight anymore Yokai? Prevent a world ending evil scheme?.”

Kunikida stilled, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. “Paperwork”

“What?”

Kunikida adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable. “Reports need to be written, filed and analysed. Some cases link to other, larger cases. Our job is to both report and investigate, to either close a case or to prevent further crimes being committed”

“Ah I see, so usual detective stuff then, I get it.” You reflect for a few moments, its not like you go out, beat some bad guys and just walk away like in a video game, it seems the spirit world is (unfortunately) much like the mortal realm in terms of responsibility. Paperwork is dull, but as an adult, you can understand and appreciate the amount of work goes into such an organisation.

The morning at the Armed Detective Agency was uneventful. Kunikida buried himself in paperwork, his pen moving with almost mechanical precision as he filled out forms and wrote reports. You sat nearby at Dazai’s desk which faced opposite to Kunikida, propping your chin on a hand as you watched him work. As boring as it may be, especially without much conversation, he had a certain elegance to him. Despite being an Oni, with some Oni features, he was good at his office job, or it seemed like it. You almost found yourself liking the sight of this powerful, supernatural being just…doing some paperwork; and quite passionately too.

“You’re really into this whole organization thing, huh?” You asked after a while of gazing.

“It’s called being efficient.” he replied without looking up.

“More like being a control freak.”

He didn’t dignify that with a response, and you smirked. “Do you ever just… scribble? You know, like a normal person?”

“Scribbling wastes resources.” he said flatly.

“You’re a waste of resources” you shot back.

Kunikida sighed heavily. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Their little bickering was interrupted by Dazai, who strolled in with his usual shit eating grin. “Ah, the happy couple hard at work” he said, plopping down on the edge of Kunikida’s desk.

“Dazai,” Kunikida said, his voice low and irritated, “if you’re here to waste time—”

“Relax, Kunikida,” Dazai said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m just here to check on our lovely guest. Soooo Y/N, how’s life with Mr. Rules and Regulations?”

“Eh” you said with a grin. “Not as bad as I thought. Except for the whole being an ass and boring perfectionism thing.”

“I’m not boring” Kunikida said stiffly, choosing to downright ignore the ass comment.

“Sure you’re not,” Dazai said with a wink. “Anyway, do try to keep things interesting, won’t you? I’d hate for Y/N to die of boredom before we get her back to the mortal realm.”

The banter continued, you and Dazai found a kinship in teaming up to tease Kunikida until even he couldn’t entirely hide the faintest twitch of a smile. However, when Dazai disappeared, the silence returned and so did the entertainment.

You took it upon yourself to pace through the labyrinthine halls of the Armed Detective Agency, trying to distract yourself from the lingering awkwardness of just sitting near Kunikida.

“Gotta find something to do,” you muttered, turning a corner. “Anything. Before I lose my mind.”

Your wandering eventually led you to the medical bay, where you find Yosano organizing vials of glowing herbs and neatly stacked charms. The doctor’s horns gleamed faintly in the dim light, curling back from her head like polished obsidian. She glanced up as you entered, her sharp eyes softening slightly.

“Bored already?” Yosano asked with a knowing smile.

“You have no idea,” you replied with a groan, flopping onto one of the examination beds. “Kunikida’s obsessed with his paperwork, everyone else has these cool powers, and I’m just… here. Being the token mortal.”

Yosano chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Well, you’ve got a unique situation. Most humans don’t last long in the Spirit Realm”

“Guess I’m special” you muttered.

“More than you realize,” Yosano said, tilting her head. “You’re managing to keep up in a world where humans are usually prey. That’s no small feat.”

You gave her a wry look. “Thanks, but it’s not like I’m doing anything. I just follow Kunikida around and try not to get eaten.”

Yosano smirked. “Give it time. You’ll find your place here.”

You hesitated, feeling everything at once build up within you until you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out “What’s Kunikida’s deal, anyway? He’s so… uptight. I get that he’s trying to protect me or whatever, but does he ever, like, relax?”

Yosano stops her organising and sits in a chair opposite to you, her expression turned thoughtful. “Kunikida’s ideals are everything to him. They’re what keep him grounded in a world that’s inherently chaotic. He believes in rules, structure, and personal perfection because it’s his way of bringing order to the chaos.”

You frown at this. “So he’s a control freak because the Spirit Realm’s a mess?”

“More like he’s trying to be a beacon of order in a realm where rules are often… fluid,” Yosano explained. “But it’s not just the Spirit Realm. Kunikida’s seen what happens when Yokai lose sight of their ideals. For him, failure isn’t an option.”

You mulled this over, a faint pang of sympathy tugging within you. “That sounds… exhausting.”

“It is,” Yosano said with a small smile. “But it’s also what makes him dependable. He’s the kind of person who will go to any lengths to protect what matters to him.”

Before you could respond, Dazai’s voice drifted in from the doorway. “Ah, discussing Kunikida, are we? Always a fascinating topic.”

You turn to see Dazai leaning casually against the doorframe, his horns glinting like polished amber in the low light. His honeyed eyes sparkled with mischief as he sauntered into the room.

“Don’t you have anything better to do, Dazai?” Yosano asked dryly.

“Absolutely not,” he replied cheerfully, plopping into a nearby chair. “But since you’re talking about our dear Kunikida, I simply must bring up his notebook.”

You raised an eyebrow, you know about what his notebook can do but…something tells you there is a little more to the story. “What about the notebook?”

“Oh, yes,” Dazai said, grinning wickedly. “Kunikida’s sacred book of ideals. He carries it everywhere and treats it like it holds the secrets of the universe.”

“Because it does, in his mind” Yosano added with a smirk.

“More importantly,” Dazai continued, “it contains the infamous 57 rules of an ideal woman.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.” 57? You could just about fit all your ideals about a partner on one hand. The bar was, unfortunately, quite low.

“Not at all,” Dazai said, his grin widening. “Rule one—”

“Stop,” you interrupt, holding up a hand. “This can’t be real. He has an actual checklist?”

“Of course he does,” Yosano said, laughing softly. “Kunikida approaches everything in life with the same level of intensity. Why would his love life be any different?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “That’s insane. Who has time for that?!”

“Clearly, Kunikida does,” Dazai said, his voice laced with amusement. “But who knows? Perhaps you’ll surprise him.”

“Not likely,” you protest. “First of all, I’m probably the exact opposite of his perfect woman, and second of all, no. Just…no”

“Maybe so,” Dazai said, his tone playful. “But opposites do attract, don’t they?”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you look away from the pair, how utterly ridiculous, though you couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at your lips.

The three of you continued to talk about Kunikida for a long while, finding out little bits of information from his friends about what he is like as a person, and by the sounds of it, Kunikida is a man who wears his heart on his sleeve - though not quite a heart, but what you see is what you get.

From one conversation topic to another, the weight of your situation crept back into your mind. You glance out the nearby window, gazing at the perpetual darkness that cloaked the Spirit Realm with spiralling, ominous clouds that filled the endless sky. The faint glimmer of stars poking through the tufts gave the world an eerie but oddly beautiful glow.

“It’s so weird,” you murmured, your voice softer now. “It’s always nighttime here. Doesn’t that… bother you guys?”

Yosano followed your gaze to the window, her expression thoughtful. “Not really. For us, this is normal. The Spirit Realm has its own rhythm—its own kind of time.”

Dazai leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “The perpetual night can be a little monotonous if you’re used to the mortal realm, but there’s a charm to it, don’t you think? The way the shadows dance, the way the stars never waver. It’s like living in a painting.”

You chuckle dryly. “Yeah, well, I’m a mortal. I need sunlight. I miss the warmth of it, the way it feels on my skin… I’ll miss watching the sunrise with a cup of coffee in the morning.” Your voice faltered, and your gaze dropped to your hands. “I think… I’ll miss a lot of things.”

Yosano noticed the shift in your tone and leaned forward, her sharp eyes softening. “Like what?”

“My family,” you admit quietly, your fingers fidget with the hem of your sleeve. “They’re probably wondering where I am—or worse, they think I’m dead. I didn’t exactly leave a note saying, ‘Hey, fell down a well into the Spirit Realm, be back in 30 days.’”

Dazai sat up straighter, for a brief moment, his usual playfulness was replaced by something more measured, more sincere.

“Your family won’t think you’re gone,” he said gently, patting a hand on your shoulder. “Time doesn’t work the same way here as it does in the mortal realm.”

You look up at him, a flicker of hope breaking through your worry. “What do you mean?”

“Think of the Spirit Realm as… outside of time,” Dazai explained, his voice unusually steady. “While you’re here, only a fraction of that time will pass in the mortal world. When the 30 days are up and we send you back, it’ll be as if almost no time has passed at all.”

“Really?”

Yosano nodded. “It’s true. It’s one of the few rules of the Spirit Realm that actually works in a human’s favor. Your family won’t even notice you’re gone.”

You let out a shaky sigh, relief washing over you. “That’s… good. That’s really good.” You paused, fingers still gripping your sleeve. “But what happens if I don’t survive the 30 days?”

Dazai’s hand paused and remained steady on your shoulder. “You will survive,” he said with surprising firmness. “We’ve got your back. Kunikida may act like he’s all business, but he’s already committed to keeping you safe. And the rest of us? We’re not about to let a mortal fall on our watch.”

You blink, and then blink again, caught off guard by his conviction. “Thanks” you murmured.

“Of course,” Dazai said, his grin returning, though it was softer now. “We’re the Armed Detective Agency. Protecting the helpless is kind of our thing—even if the helpless is a stubborn human who bickers with her assigned Oni every five minutes.”

You scoff. “I’m not that bad.”

Yosano smirked. “You are, but it’s kind of endearing.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Great. I’m the human equivalent of a stray cat you guys took in.”

“A very loud and feisty stray” Dazai added, earning himself a playful shove from Yosano.

As your conversation carried on, the faint sound of soft footsteps echoed in the hall outside the medical bay. A moment later, a slender Oni woman appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of steaming teacups. Her curved horns were delicate and unassuming, barely more than sharp accents above her pointed ears. She wore a serene smile that lit up her softly glowing eyes.

“Good morning,” the Oni greeted, her voice light and melodic. “I thought you all might like some tea.”

“Oh, Ayumi, my belladonna! You’re an angel!” Dazai said, his grin widening as he eagerly reached for a cup.

“Hardly an angel, but thank you,” Ayumi said with a quiet laugh, setting the tray on a nearby counter. “You can quit with the belladonna stuff though”

“Ah but sweet thing, I will quit when I quit this life in an act of passion, please do bid me the honour of committing double sui-”

Dazai’s words are cut off but Yosano pushing Dazai face down onto the table and leaning on his back with her elbow. You gave a puzzled look at Dazai, wondering what he was going to say, or what he meant. But its Dazai, of all people, so you chose to ignore the subject completely.

Yosano grabbed her own cup, leaning casually against Dazai’s squirming body. “Always on top of things, Ayumi. How’s the chaos in Admin today?”

“Organized as always,” Ayumi replied, brushing a lock of hair from her face. She inclined her head towards you. “You must be the human everyone’s talking about. I hope the Spirit Realm hasn’t been too overwhelming.”

“It’s been… a lot,” you admitted with a small smile. “But everyone’s been helpful. Thanks for the tea.”

Ayumi nodded graciously before taking the empty tray and excusing herself. As she turned to leave, your eyes caught something curious: a faint scar-like mark on the nape of Ayumi’s neck. It was distinct and deliberate, shaped like a bite.

The door closed behind Ayumi, and Wanda turned back to Yosano, who had since lifted her elbow away from Dazai’s back to sip on her tea. “Uh, not to be nosy, but… did anyone else notice that bite mark on her neck?”

Dazai, with a glowing red print on his forehead smirked over his teacup but stayed silent, letting Yosano take the lead.

Yosano raised an eyebrow and set her tea down. “You mean the mating mark?”

“Mating mark?” You repeated, blinking.

“It’s a ritual thing, kinda like human marriage” Yosano explained, crossing her arms. “In the Spirit Realm, everyone falls into one of three categories: Alpha, Omega, or Beta. It doesn’t matter what species you are, Oni or otherwise”

You frown, good lord you’ve been reading one too many fan fictions to know what that could mean. “So uh, how does that work?”

Yosano gives a thorough explanation, in short, each being has one of those categories, though it is slightly different to what you had initially thought. Its not about hierarchy or power or anything like that, its just simply who you are mated to, and who carries the children. Alphas can’t get pregnant, Omegas can, and Beta’s can be either. The doctor proceeded to reveal that she herself was an Alpha, whereas Dazai was just a beta, though you were rather thankful they didn’t divulge in whether he could get pregnant or not.

“So… Ayumi’s a mated omega?” You sit there, trying to put two and two together.

Yosano nodded. “To a Beta, actually. Not every pairing has to be Alpha-Omega, but once the mark is there, the bond is for life”

Wanda sat back, processing this new information. “Right well, I think I’ll stick to the classic golden rings. I mean, Alphas? Omegas? What next? Dead doves you shouldn’t eat?”

“Huh?” Yosano blinked, tilting her head to the side. You dismiss it, too complicated to explain fandom terms to creatures who probably knew nothing about the sort.

“Oh, speaking of Alphas~” Dazai said, his voice far too casual to be innocent, “our dear Kunikida is an Alpha, if you hadn’t guessed.”

You nearly choked on your tea, eyes widening as you stared at him. Although this whole category was slightly different than what fanfiction taught you, it was still an extremely odd thing to hear. “Wait, what?”

Yosano chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Doesn’t surprise me. Kunikida practically radiates Alpha energy. The man’s a walking idealist with a protective streak a mile wide.”

You spluttered. “That explains… so much.”

“Doesn’t it?” Dazai said, his grin turning downright wicked. “You should ask him about his instincts sometime. See if he squirms.”

“Absolutely not” you shot back, ignoring the fact that your face is starting to heat up.

But as the laughter died down and the conversation shifted, you couldn’t help but wonder. If Kunikida was an Alpha, what would that make you? You didn’t feel particularly Alpha-like, and you weren’t sure what being an Omega felt like. The entire concept was too close to the stories you had read, so maybe a lot of your feelings were lost in presumptions. Maybe you’d be a Beta? Perfectly average and in-between. ‘Yeah, I’ll go with that. Average, finally, something I am average in’.

Still, the thought of Kunikida being an Alpha gnawed at you, sending a ripple of something she didn’t quite understand through your chest and down your body. It was equal parts annoyance and… something else you didn’t want to think about. As you returned to the desk, Kunikida didn’t bother to look up at you, though he acknowledged your existence by the way he gripped his pen tighter as he wrote in his notebook; a subtle shift you paid great attention to. And that notebook, the same damn one with that checklist of an ideal woman.

Considering what you had learnt, it was no surprise an Alpha would have a checklist for an ideal partner, they mate for life. Even if its a little excessive, you want to at least be compatible with your partner, and as Kunikida is a perfectionist, will except perfection. The thought somehow disappoints you.

‘How on earth am I supposed to look at him the same way?! He’s so…’ you stopped yourself from your ridiculous and lascivious line of thinking. ‘Don’t, don’t go there Y/N’

At least, not for now.

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baizhoobies · 4 days ago

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𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3

A multichapter, Kamisama Kiss inspired story with your favourite Bungo man. Or at least, my favourite ~

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, violence, swearing, blood mention, monsterfucking, knotting, ruts, omegaverse vibes, breeding

A/N: Chapter 3 baybee! A bit of action, a bit of attraction, and usual tsundere shenanigans

Chapter Warnings: violence, swearing, enemies to lovers, Kunikida is dramatic and grumpy as usual, scent kink??

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The day was already off to a disastrous start.

Kunikida was pacing furiously in the Armed Detective Agency’s main office, every step was punctuated by an annoyed mutter, his expression a storm cloud of simmering frustration. You stood awkwardly nearby, arms crossed, your own expression equal parts defiant and exhausted. It had been a long day as it was, barely a couple of hours into the spirit realm and you had felt zapped; however, there was work that still needed to be done.

“So, let me get this straight,” you finally spoke, your tone laden with sarcasm. “You’re dragging me out into Yokai-infested woods because you get a magical tummy ache if I’m too far away?”

“It’s not a ‘tummy ache,’” Kunikida snapped, still pacing. “It’s a physical manifestation of the soul-binding contract’s restrictions. The pain is debilitating. It’s serious.”

Dazai lounged on the sofa nearby, watching the scene unfold with undisguised amusement. “It’s cute, really. Like a dog who can’t leave his owner.”

“I am not a dog!” Kunikida barked, then immediately turned to you. “And I wouldn’t have to ‘drag’ you anywhere if you weren’t such a liability!”

What an ass. You think he had called you a ‘liability’ among other words several times over, that if you had a nickel for every time he made a rude comment about you, you’d be able to buy the entire city of Yokohama three times over. You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. As if I asked for any of this? Oooh yeah this is the time of my life, falling into a world that isn’t my own and binding myself to the spirit realm’s most powerful and amazing Oni. Yeah, this is my idea of fun.”

Kunikida glared at you for a few moments to think up a retort. He had those familiar words in his mind to throw at you, but instead blurting out something just as helpful. “You could at least make an effort to stay out of trouble”

“Oh what a snore, you two,” Ranpo interjected, lazily waving a hand. “Don’t you have a mission to get to? If you don’t stick to Kunikida’s schedule I think he might burst a blood vessel”

“Hm, I don’t know, I quite enjoy watching this lovers quarrel” Dazai adds from the couch, a foxlike smile on his face. Even the pattern of the tattoos on his face make his smile ever more apparent.

“We are not lovers!” The both of you shouted in unison, a deep flush glowing on your cheeks.

Ranpo was correct though, Kunikida checked his watch and lets out a defeated sigh. As much as you had kept him behind schedule, he could at least swallow some pride and try to get it back on track.

It wasn’t long before you were deep in the forest, the air thick with the eerie energy of the spirit realm. The winding paths were lined with ancient trees whose twisting branches seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. You had followed closely behind Kunikida, who insisted on keeping you within arm’s reach at all times. Dazai trailed a few paces back, whistling a jaunty tune.

“Stay close,” Kunikida said over his shoulder for the third time in five minutes. “If we get separated, I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you muttered. “Don’t wander, don’t breathe too loudly, and definitely don’t make any snarky comments that might distract the great Oni Kunikida.”

He glares at you briefly. “If you truly understand, then why do you keep pushing my limits?”

“I’m not pushing anything,” you said innocently. “This is just my natural charm.”

Kunikida muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “infuriating woman,” but you couldn’t help the smirk tugging at your lips. If he wanted to treat you like a burden, fine, but you made sure to be the most annoying burden possible.

You eventually reached a clearing, the faint sound of Tanuki whimpers and cries drawing their attention to a large wooden cage near the center. A group of Yokai surrounded it, their monstrous features twisted with cruelty. You could feel your stomach turn as your eyes adjusted to the darkness and could faintly see the cowering Tanuki, their fluffy tails curled protectively around them.

“Poor little guys” you whispered.

“They’re not the only ones in danger,” Kunikida said, his tone grim. “The moment they sense you, they’ll come for you first.”

“Great. So, I’m bait now?”

“Not bait. A liability.” Theres that word again. He straightened his back, his jaw clenched. “Stay right here, and for once in your life, do as you’re told.”

“Not a chance,” you muttered, waving a hand dismissively, but Kunikida had already stepped forward. It took a moment or two to register he had gone and crouched behind a tree, spying on the Yokai camp. So, as to not be a liability, you did the sensible thing and joined him right behind the tree.

Kunikida looked over his shoulder angrily, as to scold you, but his lecture was interrupted by Dazai whistling softly as he took in the scene.

“Looks like there are about six of them. Think you can handle that, Kunikida? Or will your little contract buddy here be too much of a distraction?”

“I can handle it,” Kunikida growled. “Stay out of it unless I need backup.”

As much as their hiding skills were top notch, it didn’t take long for the Yokai to sniff the air, smelling something absolutely flavoursome; you. One of the Yokai, a hulking figure with glowing red eyes and antlers, sniffed the air once more and grinned.

“A human,” the Yokai rumbled, his voice guttural and dripping with malice. “And such a delicious-smelling one.”

You could feel that same sinking feeling in your stomach as his gaze settled on the tree where your group had been hiding. ‘Wonderful’, you thought, maybe you were actually a liability as Kunikida had said you were. Feeling a combination of guilt and fear, you instinctively moved closer to Kunikida, even though you hated admitting it, you felt safer near him.

“Great, we’ve been spotted” Kunikida whispered under his breath, he pulled out a gun and peered out behind the tree so that the Yokai could see that he was armed. “Back off,” Kunikida warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Free the Tanuki or we will have no choice but to detain every last one of you”

“Oh yeah? You really think you’re going to stop us, Oni?” the Yokai sneered. “Though, we could make a deal, hm? You hand over that scrumptious human, and we will free the Tanuki, a Yokai’s promise”

Kunikida didn’t bother responding, even if he did hand you over, they would never actually release the poor creatures. Plus, if you die, so does he.

The Oni fires a warning shot at the Yokai’s feet. “Come any closer and you’ll be leaving here in body bags”. This of course did not sway any of the Yokai, enraged, they sprinted forward with impressive speed.

Kunikida and Dazai assumed the defensive position, having you right behind them. At this point, you had felt totally useless in this fight, determined to help, you look around for anything to pick up and throw at the charging Yokai. As you bent over, Kunikida tripped over your form, accidentally shooting his gun in quick succession, hitting one of the Oni’s shoulders.

He didn’t have much time to process what had happened, but once again, you were proving to be more of a pain in his ass than he originally anticipated.

“You idiot! Watch what you are doi-”

“Look out!” You interrupted his scolding by throwing a large rock at one Yokai’s face who was in stabbing distance of Kunikida, making it step backwards. (Not necessarily because of the rock itself, but more because of the dirt and grit getting in its eyes).

As much as he was grateful, Kunikida did not have chance to thank you for the distraction, he had picked you up, hooking and arm around your waist and flinging you to a nearby tree away from the fight. You felt like a car in this moment when you collided with the tree, it was painful and shook your entire being; this was the second time in 24 hours had your body been subjected to being a walking talking collision dummy. ‘God damn it, that bloody Oni is going to kill me before the Yokai even has chance’ you thought, rubbing the back of your head. Your eyes dart up to watch both Kunikida and Dazai fight, noticing the differences in the way they fight.

Kunikida is a manhandler, punching, throwing and tackling any Yokai that approaches, and then occasionally using his gun only to injure, not to kill. Dazai however, seemed to be a master dodger, sliding nonchalantly to the side with a lazy laugh, tripping him effortlessly.

Whilst the Yokai fought, the antlered Yokai noticed you slumped against the tree, slightly concussed. He sneaked over to you and yanked at your arm, it was forceful and you could feel the sheer power in the Yokai’s strength. You yelled out as he dangled you above the ground, as much as the Yokai who attacked you earlier that day were scary, nothing compared to staring certain death in the face. There was a subconscious urge to just allow this Yokai to just kill you, just so it would stop the painful beating of your heart in your chest.

“You smell so sweet, little human,” he hissed. “I think I’ll take a bite.”

“Y/N!” Kunikida barked, shooting his gun directly at the Yokai’s arm, causing it to drop you to the ground as it recoils in pain. “Keep a safe distance, god damnit!”

“I’m trying!” You shouted back, narrowly dodging another swipe from the injured Yokai. “But your definition of ‘safe distance’ is apparently right in the middle of danger!”

“If you’d just stay put—”

“Stop yelling at me and focus on not dying!” You snapped.

Kunikida growled in frustration but threw himself back into the fight, dispatching the Yokai with a ferocity that made your breath catch. For someone so rigid and controlled, his movements were fluid, almost graceful as he wielded his weapon with ease. For the first time, you had noticed his hands, the way they gripped at the Yokai that seemed to continuously get up after being knocked down. You saw his veins pop on his forearm and-

‘Can my brain just shut the fuck up for one second. Now’s not the time’

After what felt like an eternity, the Yokai were defeated, sprawling unconscious on the ground. In the centre of them, Kunikida and Dazai stood triumphant. Dazai seemed totally unphased by the whole ordeal, but Kunikida was panting, his veins filled with adrenaline; this was something he was used to feeling on an intense mission, but something about seeing you being in the Yokai’s clutches had flicked a switch within him.

You remain slumped against a tree, your heart pounding as Kunikida approached, his expression torn between anger and relief. “Are you hurt?” he asked gruffly, his hazel eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I’m fine,” you said shakily. “Thanks to you.”

He looked away with an unreadable expression. “Good. But you wouldn’t have needed saving if you’d stayed behind me like I said.”

“Here we go,” you muttered. “Lecture number eighty-seven.”

“Y/N—”

“No, really, I get it. I’m a ‘liability.’ I’m ‘too stubborn.’” You crossed your arms, glaring up at him. “You know, maybe if you didn’t treat me like an annoying side quest, I wouldn’t—”

“You are not a side quest!” he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. His words seemed to catch the both of you off guard, and for a moment, he looked genuinely flustered.

Before you could respond, Dazai sauntered over, clapping a hand on Kunikida’s shoulder. “Well done, you two! Another successful mission. Though, I have to say, the chemistry here is electric.”

“Shut up, Dazai,” Kunikida muttered, his face beet red.

By the time the three of you returned to the Agency, the Tanuki were safely scampering back into the forest, their little tails wagging in gratitude. The mission had been declared a success, though not without the usual complications that seemed to follow you and Kunikida like storm clouds.

Inside the main office, Kunikida stood rigidly in front of President Fukuzawa’s desk, his report meticulously detailed and delivered in his signature no-nonsense tone. Dazai lounged in a chair nearby, nodding along occasionally but clearly more focused on teasing Kunikida than contributing to the debrief.

“...and the traffickers have been neutralized,” Kunikida concluded. “The Tanuki are safe, and we’ve eliminated the immediate threat in the region.”

Fukuzawa listened quietly, his stern gaze moving briefly to you, who stood quietly off to the side, unsure of what to do with yourself. Finally, he nodded. “Well done. However, the matter of Miss Y/N’s safety remains unresolved.”

Your ears perked up, glancing nervously at Kunikida, who stiffened as if anticipating what was coming.

“Given the circumstances of your soul-binding contract,” Fukuzawa continued, “and the dangers that remain in the spirit realm, she will need to stay close to you, Kunikida.”

“President Fukuzawa,” Kunikida began, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. “With all due respect, surely there’s another solution. Perhaps someone else—”

“Someone else?” Dazai cut in, feigning surprise. “But Kunikida, you’re her destined protector now. Isn’t it romantic?”

Kunikida shot Dazai a glare so sharp it could have sliced through stone, but Dazai only grinned, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

Fukuzawa silenced them both with a raised hand. “This is not up for debate. Kunikida, you will ensure her safety personally. She will stay with you in your dorm.”

You blinked. “Wait, dorm? As in your room?”

Kunikida’s face flushed a deep red. “That’s entirely inappropriate! There must be—”

“Enough,” Fukuzawa said firmly. “This arrangement is temporary. She is only here for 30 days until she is able to return to the mortal realm, 30 years of your life is nothing, you will adapt.”

Kunikida opened his mouth to argue further but closed it when Fukuzawa’s piercing gaze met his. With a sigh of defeat, he nodded. “Understood.”

Kunikida’s dorm was exactly what you had expected: meticulously organized to the point of perfection. The books on his shelves were arranged by size and subject, his desk was spotless, and even the air smelled faintly of something clean and herbal, like freshly brewed tea. It was the kind of space that practically screamed ‘don’t touch anything’.

“Wow,” you said, looking around. “This is… intense. You’d make a great minimalist influencer.”

Kunikida ignored your comment, his focus entirely on setting up a makeshift curtain in the center of the room. He strung up a rod and draped a thick cloth over it, dividing the space in two. On one side was his perfectly arranged futon, a single traditional Japanese bed laid out like a show room. On the other side, was a simple yoga mat he’d hastily rolled out for himself.

“Why the curtain?” You asked, watching him fuss with the placement. “Afraid I’ll sneak a peak?”

“Don’t be crass,” he snapped, adjusting the curtain for the third time. “But yes, this is to maintain some semblance of privacy. I refuse to share a bed with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, at first you felt a pang of disappointment, almost immediately followed by a sly grin spreading across your face as you speak through the makeshift curtain. Your eyes spoke of mischief and feigning innocence, something Kunikida was accustomed to with Dazai, but with you…its different. “You say that like I’d want to share a bed with you…what if I ordered you to share a bed with me?”

Kunikida’s cheeks turned pink before glancing away from your gaze. ‘Such an insufferable, inappropriate woman’ he thought.

“Just stay on your side,” he muttered, turning his back to you. “And don’t touch anything.”

“Noted,” you said with satisfaction in getting him a little flustered. You changed out of your clothes into a nightdress that the Oni Yosano had given you, a bit clinical, but it will do. The first thing you noticed after flopping onto his futon, was how surprisingly soft it was, too soft for the rigid bastard Oni. It even smelt like him, nuzzling your face into one of his pillows. For whatever reason, the smell was a comfort to you.

“You know, for someone bound to protect me, you’re not exactly rolling out the welcome mat.”

“Your survival is my priority. Comfort is not.”

You rolled your eyes but decided not to push him further. Instead, you pulled the weighted blanket over yourself, exhaustion finally catching up with you. The day’s events replayed in your mind—the fight with the Yokai, Kunikida’s fierce determination to protect you, even his ridiculous attempt to lecture you mid-battle. Despite his gruffness, you felt oddly… safe.

“Thank you, for saving me… again”

Nothing but silence could be heard from the other side of the curtain, at least till a small, gruff voice replied.

“Don’t mention it”

It was cold, but at least it was an acknowledgement.

It didn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless sleep, snuggled within this annoying Oni’s futon; you could tell it was going to be one of the best nights sleep you’d ever had.

On the other side, Kunikida sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, his back straight and his hands resting on his knees. He tried to focus on meditating, but your face was the only thing popping into his minds eye. At first, he tried to suppress those images. He had only met you earlier, but your whole presence was the bane to his existence. He’s helped humans who had fell into the spirit realm before, several times in his years as an Oni, but none have ever given him so much as a headache, compared to you.

But still, the knowledge that you were in his futon right now, stirred something within him, especially with the threat of ordering him to share it with you… ‘God, this woman. I need these 30 days of hell over with’.

After giving himself an internal therapy session, he inhales as to let out a sigh, only to be met with a strange scent, causing his Oni senses to go haywire. His eyes snapped to the curtain… another Oni?

His sharp senses picked up the lingering trace of the antlered Yokai from earlier, clinging faintly to you like an unwelcome shadow. It made his skin prickle with unease. Yokai could mark prey with their scent, making them easier to track, to own. If that creature decided to come after her again…

Kunikida clenched his fists. He had to do something.

Moving silently, he hesitantly approached the curtain. It took a good few seconds to work up the courage to peak through the curtain to see your blissfully sleeping form. Your breathing was soft and even, as if this sleep was long overdue. He noticed how small and out of place you were in his futon, and yet…right at home? The vulnerability sent a pang through him that he didn’t entirely understand.

Carefully, he crept forward and knelt beside you. His Oni instincts guided him to the source of the scent, on your wrist and arm. Although he couldn’t see it, it was almost as if he could see the miasma surrounding your body. He had to get rid of it.

‘He will track her down’ he tried convincing himself before gently taking your arm from the bed, noticing the fact that you were a deep sleeper. ‘He will smell himself on her…he will hurt her…’ he leaned down and nuzzled his head against your arm, feeling and relishing the smoothness of your skin, making sure to get rid of the Yokai’s scent and replace it with his own. It was a primal act, one that would serve as a warning to any Yokai who dared come near you: ‘She is protected. She is mine.’

As a final precaution, he raised your arm up further so that his lips graze over your wrist, kissing it lightly as a sort of silent declaration. Here, he was one step away from sinking his fangs into you, to taste you. Gods, your scent was so intoxicating, a balm to the soul and unlike anything Kunikida had ever smelt, ever felt before. You were so, so tempting… Something about simply holding your arm to his lips was oddly peaceful, grounding in a way he couldn’t explain.

Your presence, chaotic and infuriating as it was, brought a strange calm to his usually controlled and intense mind.

Kunikida let you go and stood over by the curtain, his eyes watching your sleeping form as he reflected his thoughts and feelings. His mind wandered, but a little too far for comfort as he retreated to his side of the room. Kunikida settled onto the yoga mat, closing his eyes, let out a slow breath. Protecting you was his duty, yes. But the contentment he felt with having you here? That was something else entirely.

• Next Chapter ->

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baizhoobies · 9 days ago

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— bsd twitter links / visuals ! part... multiple !

featuring . dazai, mykola, kunikida, akutagawa, yosano + bonus (separate).

notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! i dont fw whatever the notes in the posts say so please ignore them ! this part includes multiple chars because my inbox has quite a few reqs of visuals with different chars so instead of spamming them i decided to make them into one single post. i couldn't help myself with the bonus sorry chat...

— dazai.

handjob while he plays video games.

picking up his pace ! make sure to keep up <3

he can be pretty rough when he's not lazy wants to be.

↑ some more.

choking you while fingering you. ughh i need.

llllloves using toys on you. he's so mean about it too.

on the agency's couch...

absolutely undeniably dazai coded.

— mykola.

he loves it messy. or making you a mess, you choose.

changing positions every minute cause he wants to try literally everything.

surely he can go deeper. and faster.

anywhere? anywhere.

loves dressing you up.

↑ and himself as well.

— kunikida.

loves having you give him a titjob.

sucking him off.

he is absolutely folding when you hug him during sex.

slow n deep.

he finally fucks you on his desk.

he's already trembling once in your arms.

— akutagawa.

please give him a handjob. he'll fold.

tries to keep his mouth occupied because he's not sure where to put it.

hugging him while riding him.

he's so gentle like you're porcelain.

this. just kiss him and cockwarm him and he's gone.

his everyday routine.

cuddly on the side <3

does not have a breeding kink however loves just filling you up.

morning.

— yosano.

riding her in reverse cowgirl.

sucking her strap while she holds your hair back for you <3

overstimming you with a vibrator.

↑ and making you wear her skirt while at it.

quickie in the agency's restroom when you're needy.

riding her.

fingering you n choking you.

sucking on her tits when she comes home after a tiring day.

+ bonus !

— chuuya.

after aftercare.

↑ some more.

you're both needy at work so he takes you to the pm headquarters' restroom to take care of it.

slapping your ass & rewarding you after.

this w him is justtt.

he decides to take the initiative.

part 1 for — dazai / chuuya / fyodor.

(ignore) requests that were for these characters utc !

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baizhoobies · 21 days ago

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𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

A multichapter, Kamisama Kiss inspired story with your favourite Bungo man. Or at least, my favourite ~

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, violence, swearing, blood mention, monsterfucking, knotting, ruts, omegaverse vibes, breeding, happy halloween.

A/N: I’m back back back back again! Chapter 2 is a little late for Halloween, so I’m sorry I took too long! Regardless whether this is a halloween fic or not, the series continues!

Chapter warnings: mentions of blood and cannibalism(?), swearing, enemies to lovers, Kunikida is a bit of an ass, Dazai gets his own warning

Masterlist

Yokohama, except that it isn’t. It seemed that the streets were the same, similar vendors, buildings and even down to the layout was the same; but it wasn’t the Yokohama you knew. The Yokohama in the spirit realm was far more bizarre, yet spectacular in every way. Before your life was threatened at the prospect of being eaten by a bunch of Yokai, you had seen that the architecture was a fine mix of traditional and modern, which is truer now that you can see the streets up and close for yourself. Each store, building and park had its distinct traditional flare to it, with the main colour palette being various shades of red.

From the street lights looking more like Shinto lamps, to each building having a long line of akachōchin and other paper lanterns that gives the city its warm glow. It seemed that even the spirit realm had its modern day technology, TV screens, cars and even mobile phones can be seen carried around by the various species of Yokai.

And there you were in the arms of a grumpy, obnoxious Oni, one who most likely hated your guts, especially now that you’ve accidentally formed a spirit bond with him; though more accurately, he has formed a spirit bond with you; his master.

Dazai and Kunikida explained a few things whilst on the way to the city, both about your situation and what the Armed Detective Agency is and why it is needed in the spirit realm. Although there is an order in the spirit realm, and most inhabitants within Yokohama abide by the law, there are still rogue Yokai and disgraced Gods whom wish to wreak havoc in the mostly peaceful realm; and thus, the ADA is there to protect the city.

Regarding your situation, you know of 3 things: the Oni Doppo Kunikida is your servant, and as your servant, it is his job to make sure that you are protected at all times. If you die, he dies, and that is certainly not in his ideals. You learn that each Yokai has its own abilities, Kunikida’s is that he can manifest anything he writes in his notebook, so long as it is smaller than said notebook. And Dazai, the Oni accompanying you on your journey, has the ability of nullification; those he touches are unable to use their abilities.

What a strange world and circumstances you have found yourself in.

When you entered the city, you were told not to say a word, or make any kind of sound as you will be instantly seen by other Yokai. If you’re seen, you’re dinner.

On the way to the ADA, you dare not even look at Kunikida, but when you do its quick little glances without his knowledge. From those quick looks, you see his face, from his strong chiselled jawline, to the colour of his eyes (a strange grey-green that almost looks hazel under some lights); he is by no means ugly nor frightening to look at, considering he’s an Oni - especially compared to the Oni who tried to eat you earlier.

‘What am I doing?’ You would shake your head from even indulging such contemplations about Kunikida’s appearance, no matter how pleasing to the eye, he is still rude and cantankerous.

The silence is awkward, he won’t speak to you, and you can’t speak to him. The only thing you can do is gape at your marvellous surroundings, and occasionally look over at Dazai who in turn will turn his face to look at his partner, then to you, and then facing away with a devilish smirk; of course the bastard finds all this funny.

Though whenever this happens, you could feel Kunikida’s grip around your body tighten whenever Dazai eyed you up. The feel of this Oni’s armed wrapped around you made you feel safe, and safer yet whenever his mischievous partner would look at your vulnerable state, and Kunikida in turn pulls you impossibly closer to his chest, as if a dog guarding its favourite territory.

What you didn’t know was that your scent was killing him. Having you so close in his arms constantly ran shivers down Kunikida’s spine, and his hairs to stand up on end. As much as he was sworn to protect you, you were still a human, and as a human, you smelt delicious. As the three of you walked, he would imagine pinning you beneath him like some rabid animal, watching your lithe form squirm and push him away, yet still inviting him in. He considered this to be his Oni instincts, despite vowing to protect any mortal soul who found their way to the spirit realm. But you… you made it so damn difficult.

In his mind, he would clamp his fangs down onto your flesh, drink the luscious blood that seeped from your wounds, to hear the cracking and crunch of your bones. But no, as soon as the hunger came, another sensation crept into Kunikida’s primal senses. Not of starvation but a different form of consumption, the need to have you entirely. It was the most cruel, wonderful form of torture as he had you in his arms, carried weightless and pressed against his chest. Oh how he wanted to eat you right there and then, to consume you mind, body and soul.

All of these thoughts were interrupted when you arrive outside of a large building; the ADA. Kunikida felt relief washing over him, he had held you for a little too long for his liking, and with every step he took those thoughts only grew stronger; he knew he had to distance himself as much as possible to suppress any and all feeling. Kunikida drops you and immediately takes a few steps away from you, red covering his cheeks as he desperately chases away the things he imagined the entire journey.

Finally, you spoke.

“So uh, is this it?”

“Thats right~ welcome to the Armed Detective Agency, the spirit realm’s number one agency in protecting Yokai and mortals alike!” Dazai grinned, pretending to be some sort of tour guide; though it was more likely to piss off Kunikida… which it worked.

“Right” Kunikida spoke with tight lips, once regaining some control of himself, stood closer to you and Dazai and points to the top floor. “Our office is located on the fourth floor, so we will need to pass other offices and other Yokai, so stay close to me”

Kunikida grabs your wrist in attempts to help, but in both his words and actions he was cold. You instantly snatch your hand away, to his disappointment.

“I can handle myself just fine, I should be able to make it the rest of the way” you spat in annoyance, though forgetting that 1. You had a limp and 2. You would not be able to walk up all those stairs.

“Your stubbornness is tiring” Kunikida sighed before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You protested by yelling and hitting his back repeatedly. Dazai couldn’t help but laugh and poke your squirming legs.

“Kunikida, you’re getting a little carried away” Dazai teased, earning his hand a swat of his own as Kunikida stared daggers into him as if to say ‘Do not touch her’.

“This woman is a pain in the ass, the sooner we get her to the office the sooner I can get back on schedule”

“Put me down! That’s an order!” You yelled, almost forgetting the contract, Kunikida drops you onto the curb in an instant. His whole body frozen by a magical force as his already angry eyes turned to you.

“You are a difficult little brat, you know that?!” He shouts at you, crossing his arms as the both of you fight like an old married couple. “It’s already fucking annoying that your weak human legs don’t work, but you won’t even accept my help?”

“I would accept said help if you didn’t just up and throw me over your shoulder like some kind of Neanderthal!”

“Neanderthal?! I am a powerful Oni! To class me as some lowly mortal caveman is worse than an insult!”

“More like a powerful pain in the ass!”

“Ah come off it you two, your little couple spat is starting to sound like one of mine and Kunikida’s arguments after I steal his notebook” Dazai steps in between the two of you with a feigned sigh and places a hand on both of your shoulders.

There is a short pause before Kunikida eventually gives in and folds his arms, turning his face away from you as if he can’t stand the mere sight of you, which at this point, he can’t.

“She isn’t walking on her own” Kunikida huffs.

“Dazai will help me, won’t you?” You ask him sweetly, earning another huff from Kunikida. ‘Why on earth is she giving HIM the princess treatment?’ He thinks.

“But of course” Dazai hooks an arm and gives Kunikida a teasing look, the same look he’s worn the entirety of your journey there. His partner dares not look at either of you, a weird pang of jealousy arises within him, though he swears its annoyance if anything.

The inside of the building was no less strange than the outside. As you ascended the stairs and entered the office, you were greeted by the sight of several figures milling about—each one radiating a presence that sent chills down your spine. They all had a certain aura about them, a raw power that reminded you that these weren’t human. Oni, you realized. Spirits. Yokai. Kunikida and Dazai weren’t the only one.

“Another human?” One Oni asked apathetically, a female Yokai with purple hair and horns much like Kunikida’s and Dazai’s leaned in her office chair to take a good look at you; not out of general interest, but nosiness.

“Yeah another lost soul we gotta try and help” Dazai replies theatrically as he drags you to one of the couches and sits you down.

“Uh… I think I’m going to faint,” you whispered, wobbling slightly and clutching at Dazai’s arm as you are seated.

“Don’t worry,” Dazai said, patting you on the back. “Fukuzawa is much scarier than all of us combined.”

“Leave her alone Dazai, she’s already shaken up as it is. She doesn’t need you making things worse for her” Kunikida hissed, coming up next to you like some loyal puppy. Dazai had no response other than a playful smirk.

At that moment, a tall Oni with long silver hair entered the room, his presence commanding without needing to say a word. You felt a strange stillness settle over the room. He didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard; his mere existence was enough. He was much larger than the other Oni, and had more stereotypical Oni features, such as longer fangs and more tattoos that covered his hands, neck and face.

“President” Kunikida greeted him with a deep bow. “We… have a situation.”

Fukuzawa’s sharp eyes glances over you, then to Kunikida. "Explain."

Kunikida sighed heavily, and you could tell he wasn’t pleased about recounting the story. “This human fell into the spirit realm. I intervened to save her from Yokai, but—” His voice tightened with frustration. “—she accidentally consumed my blood during the battle. She is now bound to me by a spirit contract.”

The room fell silent, save for Dazai’s stifled laughter.

You shuffled nervously under Fukuzawa’s gaze. He seemed to be considering the situation, weighing the potential danger. Finally, he spoke.

“The contract is binding?” Fukuzawa asked with a furrowed brow.

“Yes,” Kunikida confirmed, his tone strained. “I cannot leave her side until it is fulfilled.”

Fukuzawa nodded slowly. “That complicates things, but it seems we have no choice. She will need to be highly guarded for the next thirty days.”

This may already be old news to you, but still the thought was daunting. In the first 10 minutes of falling into the spirit realm, you were almost Yokai cheese steak, and you were supposed to last a full 30 days?

Dazai, clapped his hands together. “Well, that settles it! All we need to do is keep Y/N alive for a month. Easy peasy, right?”

Kunikida shot him a glare that could have killed. “This is anything but easy, Dazai. The spirit realm is no place for humans. She’ll be a target wherever she goes.”

“And since you’re bound to her,” Fukuzawa added, “you’ll need to remain by her side.”

You look at Kunikida, suddenly feeling guilty. You hadn’t meant to complicate his life like this. But he seemed more and more annoyed with the situation with each passing second.

“Kunikida, I trust that you and Dazai will handle it” and with that, Fukuzawa makes his leave.

There is a pregnant pause as you process everything, good lord, the tension was thick and if Kunikida wasn’t an Oni, you swear he might have seen a ghost.

“It seems that the human will have to come along to your missions” one Oni sighs, almost matching Dazai’s grin. “Not that it matters to me, least I didn’t bind myself to a human” he shoves a lollipop into his mouth apathetically before playing on some sort of game console.

“Geez” was all Kunikida could muster, rubbing the back of his head in annoyance.

You blink.

"Missions? Like… fighting Yokai?"

"Yes," Kunikida said bluntly. “You’ll be coming along for everything.”

You swallowed hard, trying to wrap your mind around this, once again reminded that you have Thirty days. You had to survive thirty days in this dangerous realm, going on missions with Kunikida, while somehow avoiding being eaten by Yokai or worse.

“Eh, you’ll be fine” Ranpo once again chimes into the conversation, waving a lazy hand as if to dismiss your worries, not for your sake, but as a matter of unimportance.

You slowly nod, though not entirely reassured by Ranpo’s dismissal. You can’t help but glance at Kunikida, who still seemed stiff and irritated by the whole thing. “You… you really don’t like this, do you?” You ask quietly, hoping not to offend him further.

Kunikida sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not ideal. But I will uphold my duty. Whether I like it or not is irrelevant.”

That didn’t exactly make you feel any better, but you at least appreciated the honesty. Dazai, of course, had to chime in with his usual teasing. “Oh, don’t mind Kunikida. He’s just upset because now he has to spend every waking moment with you. How tragic for him, to be bound to a beautiful human.”

Your face flushes, but Kunikida’s expression darkened. “Dazai, if you don’t stop—”

“Awh come on~ we all know what your thinking”

With that, Kunikida rants and yells whilst choke holding Dazai, shaking him like a rag doll. Your shoulders drop with exasperation as you watch the Oni you are bound to now strangling the daylights out of his partner.

Coming up from behind you, the female Oni places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle pat.

“I’d get used to this if I were you. These morons do this on the daily”

You look up at her with a false smile, an expression that reads ‘really?’

“I’m Doctor Yosano by the way, the Oni playing video games and shovelling candy, yeah thats Ranpo. We got a few other employees who work here, but they are out on a mission at the moment, I am sure Kunikida will introduce you later”

“I think that specky oni would rather lock me in a dark room for the rest of my stay”

“Yeah that wouldn’t last, even if he wanted. Chin up human, you got the best looking after you”

You glance over at Kunikida, who is in between slapping and squeezing Dazai’s throat Into oblivion whilst spouting ancient oni curses at him. ‘The best, huh? Yeah, I’m gunna die’.

• Next Chapter ->

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baizhoobies · 25 days ago

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KNOTTY GIRL!

Synopsis. Your boyfriend’s in his rút? No worries! Of course, you’re there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, omégaverse AU, alpha!JJK men, RÚTS, knóts, bréeding, ínnappropriate use of jujutsu techniques, jealousy (Toji’s side), slight fóodplay (Nanami), making Sukuna BREAK, cúmplay, spítting, PÚSSYDRUNK JJK MEN, mentions of kids, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Last day of k!nktober, this month was lovely and so were y’all.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mine, doll.

Truthfully, you shouldn’t even be here - you shouldn’t have dared to step through Toji’s firmly shut door for a reason.

Because he’d already warned you he wasn’t going to be himself once his rut hit, already musing that your cute lil’ self won’t be able to keep up with him this day. This week.

Yet, here you were - folded into such a mean mating press.

“Toji.” you’re hiccuping when he furiously fists the thickened base of his cock, giving one, two tight squeezes before drooling out in stringy wads of cum from the reddish divot on his fat head, smearing your puffy folds in a sweltering white, white gloss. “D-don’t be such a hngh- tease-”

And he can only grin, “Shoulda thought of that before ya came up hah- begging for my cock, doll.” Tapping the hot curve of his still-hard tip in a sopping wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit. You’re watching with glassy eyes as his thick thumb smears over the milky dredges of cum. Popping it shamelessly into his mouth, “Because this pretty pussy is mine now, ma.”

Just the thought has him wrenching out an animalistic groan. Using his inhuman strength to haul you even further down the sinfully soaked silken sheets, he throws your trembly legs over two broad, sculpted shoulders.

You moan and Toji can’t help but snicker. Can’t help but throw his head back with a sleazy grin, “I t-told ya not to catch me like this, needy girl.” Eyes glowing, dragging that pert scar of his smugly down the side of your ankle, before plugging you full- “Now, jus’ sit back n’ let me make a pretty momma outta ya.”

He grunts once your velvety walls close in around his heavy girth, massaging down the sensitive divots of his rock-hard shaft. Shit, he was going to spend every waking minute of this week making you memorize it.

Viciously he snaps his hips down, bulging knot kissing your swollen folds with a wet thwack! thwack! thwack!

“D-didn’t think you’d be so mean.” you’re puckering your glossed lips into a pout. Gliding your fingers across his rippling abs, it makes his hulking body just shiver, hips stuttering sloppily.

“D-d-d-didn’t think this cunt of yours would be so slutty.” he’s mocking in his baritone rumble, big beefy arms caging you in to split you apart with every swollen inch of his massive cock. Fucking out those utterly bratty words on your tongue.

Toji’s thick digits curl firmly around your throat, running a fat thumb down the side of your still-unmarked scent gland. He positively titters at the way you jolt, “So would ya ah- c-care to explain why my girl s’suddenly smellin’ like fuckass Shiu?”

Fuck - you’d forgotten. Being too caught up with Toji to remember how you’d run to the other alpha to understand how to help your dear boyfriend, still wafting with his smokey sweet scent.

Your inner omega whines, clawing to prove him wrong. “N-No–” The words are barely falling from your stupidly drunken mouth before your voice just hitches, strangling out the remnants of a syrupy moan that makes him twitch. “P-promise I jus’ met him to h-help-”

But oh, Toji was more animal than man right now.

A thundering growl cracks at the very back of his throat, rummaging at the very bottom of your pussy with no mercy. And no apologies, either. “Is that so?” His teeth nip on your lips, “Heheh, sure tha’s right. But when I’m done with you-” And something oozing from his tone told you that Toji didn’t mean it to be “done” for a long, long time. “-every other fucker’s gonna look at you n’ know you’re mine.”

The bed creaks riotously when he’s bucking his toned hips into you so hard that you see Toji’s creamy skin redden.

And Toji was always massive - but in rut he couldn’t stop all the blood pumping twofold into his expansive girth, nudging past every bruised sweet spot and even more.

“My pretty girl- fuck- even prettier full w’me-” he’s spitting wetly into your pathetically slack lips. Peppering eager kisses down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, lolling his tongue out to suck on your tits.

His eyes were drooping shut, mouth babbling out drunken purrs of your name. “Fuck- fuck when m’gonna ngh- have these girls all swollen f’me.” One of his hands attach thoroughly at your breasts, circling his fingers over where your nipples were the most sensitive. And he’s smashing into you so rawly, sneaking his fingers all glistening with cum into your already snugly stuffed cunt. Plugging more in and in. “Fill you up so much yer gonna ngh- gonna feel me for months-”

“Yes yes yes-” you’re sobbing out, being fucked utterly stupid on his cock. “Wan’ ah- wan’ it so bad, Toji.”

He chuckles out smugly when your teary sweet lips glide across his in a messy kiss, tightening the fingers around your throat to crane your pretty neck upwards. Into a proper kiss, pinkish lips wrapped around your tongue - he sucks.

“You don’t just ‘want’ it, ma.” His pants grow harsh, shuddering, stars bursting behind his dewy, dark eyes every time your spongy cervix makes his slams recoil backwards. “Yer gonna need it.”

Your spine curves so deliciously upwards into his front when the two long digits sunken into your entrance spread just enough for your sloppy hole to be fed Toji’s achy knot. Pinning you down with his pressurized weight to stop your squirmy wrangling.

“Gonna need me in ya, so hah- much that this sweet lil’ pussy’s gonna be twice her size, heh-” Those obscenities in his voice make you gasp. “All round n’ gorgeous- they’ll hngh know what I’ve done. Every single fucking one s’gonna look at you and see me me me-” He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, hard.Bonding. “Cos’ you’re mine, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - More, more, more

“K-Ken, s’everything alright?” Your voice trembles with the tiniest whimper when you’re whirling your glassy eyes over your shoulder, meeting your husband’s darkened ones locked on you.

“Of course, my love.” Comes Nanami’s answer - but, shit, you already knew better. “J-just keep doing what you’re doing.”

There’s such a sodden drag of clothes on clothes resounding throughout your cozy kitchen, and your fingers shake where you were whisking a batch of sweet, sweet frosting.

Because you could already catch the way his words broke into a gruff moan, the slight shiver in his Adam’s apple as his hot, thickened cockhead twitches ferally. Hips buck up against you desperately.

He’d come home to you in rut.

He was needy, bothered. Barely even changed out of his work clothes before he’s clutching roughly onto the fabric of your apron.

You’re whining, “Ken– we needa get you-”

“Shhh my pretty wife, m’alright, m’alright. Don’t- ngh! Worry about me, darling. Just-” He gulps before loosening his favorite yellow tie - the room too hot. Scent glands puffing out another heatwave of his expensive pine smell, his massive hands trace down the curve of your hips. Mindlessly. Kneading.

SMACK!

Shit, he didn’t even mean to do that.

But oh how you gasp so prettily at Nanami’s unusually harsh treatment, the barely-there sound being instantly picked up by his sharpened senses. Restless. Mouth watering.

God, he could cum just like this. He was ruined for you.

“M’alright jus’ a rut- keep doing- hngh-” he gasps, a feverish puff against your ear as your bodies glissade across one another. “Jus’- ahh- fuck- jus’ need a bit more, my love.” Free hand dancing down your forearm to help you stir your bowl, the other ravenously leading a hot trailway to the hem of your cotton shorts. Pulling - tearing.

Your shorts are left nothing but tatters on the floor, and Nanami’s throwing his head back with a drunken grin. Eyes falling half-shut at the absolute mess your cunt has made, dribbling a glossy sheen down your inner thighs.

Yeah, shit, this was what he’d left work early for.

And you could tell he was still staring, still gleaming a translucent coating with just a single roll of his thumb over your throbbing clit. Dragging the very edge of his fingernail down, down, down the crevice of your pretty pussy lips.

And he’d do it all over again.

You moan - and as soon as you do, you’re finding yourself shoved onto the cool tile of the kitchen counter as Nanami doubles over. “M-more?”

His teeth grit, canines bared, grunts of your name spilling over and over when he hovers them over your racing pulse. Sweat-slicked strands of blond tickle your nose when he’s heaving out, “Yes, darling- j-jus’ a bit more. Just a bit.” One hand of his curls around your throat, wrangling you into such a sweet, sweet french kiss. “-I need it- fuck- need it- s’alright, is it?”

Yes yes yes, your inner omega was keening out to him. Your own shaky fingers tugging lightly on his hair in a way that makes him nip at your mating mark.

But Nanami didn’t even need that to already know your answer by the way your hip squirm back in wet, swiveling gyrations. Again. And again and again. Honeyed little movements that make him gasp.

“Shit- ohhh, smell so good- need you so badly-” his gentle baritone voice breaks with something primal. You flinch at the echoing clatter of his belt onto the hardwood floors, and the feeling of something steaming hot pressing into your skin. “Need- you- fuck, didn’t think I’d even make it this hah- long. Been thinkin’ about breeding this sweet cunt all day.”

Then he’s kissing down the very edge of your drooling pussy with a sweeping swipe! of his fat head. Peaking in just the very beginnings of that sinful curve, meshing your sopping folds with his prominent veins that thump thump thump away against your cunt.

Enough to have him panting - crying out. Pound after pound.

“Stuffin’ ya full- Oh god, y-you have no idea what you do to me-” Nanami’s strict brows furrow into the tightest knit, and his words take on a ragged tone that makes you clench. An obscene little action that he feels against the very tip of his achy cock, gushing out a sticky slosh of precum that sticks to you like a second skin. “No- hah- wait- no no no no- keep ‘er open f’me, my love.”

Those toying fingers on your clit give a sudden pull at the very peak of the sensitive nub - leaving your body wracking with shudders long enough to have Nanami splitting you apart.

The bowl is knocked over now, and Nanami takes the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours into the most innocent little hold. Dragging your intertwined hands up for him to press a flurry of pecks onto, sucking up that sugary sweet mess on your digits.

Something you barely even register with how deliciously he was stretching out your snug insides, fucking out each and every thought in your hazy mind with quick, shallow grinds just to fit inside. “Spit.” he’s gritting his teeth at the feeble resistance, and he can feel the way your cunt gapes all around him. “Spit in m’mouth-”

You do, Nanami groaning appreciatively, gaze flurrying shut. Your puffed-out folds bulging around his hefty cock, snapping deeply into you. Again and again.

All the way until-

“Hah- shit- jus’ a bit more-” Nanami’s groaning, eyes narrowing over his now-disarrayed glasses when he’s greedily thumbing apart your slick-glossed folds. Eyeing himself all stuffed and overspilling inside you, your sloppy hole trying desperately to milk his fattened knot. Clenching around the very tip of the bulge. “Fuck back into me now, darling- ah- fuck back into me n’ lemme make you a pretty momma- jus’ a bit more.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Tongue-twister

Just a taste. Just one.

Two.

Four.

Over and over. Whenever Geto Suguru was on his rut, he couldn’t think of a better heaven than where he was right now - locked in-between those pretty thighs of yours. With you splayed out on the tatami mats of his firmly shut bedroom, your legs on his muscled shoulders, drenched panties pulled just enough to the side to stuff your puffed-up clit in his drunken mouth.

“S-Suguru–”

You feel a sudden - barely-there - nip at the very peak of your sodden sensitive bud. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have your entire body jolting with electricity, Geto snickering against your swollen folds.

“Fine- hngh Sugu–” you’re crying out, fingers interlacing in his long, soft strands in a pathetically useless attempt to drag him from making out with your poor overworked pussy. “I don’ know- ah if I can cum a-again.”

That has him quirking up a dark brow in question, parting with your drippingly wet cunt with a gasping grunt of disappointment. You can only watch when his overly-glossed bottom lip wobbles, “Don’t want you to cum again, gorgeous.” He’s pouting, delicate strings of slick snapping with every peck after peck planted on your clit. “I want you to squirt–”

Oh, god, he was hypnotized.

Barely being able to get out the words before reattaching his sly lips down to your own, meshing them in a sopping wet french kiss. It leaves you bucking, and he distantly wonders whether he’d see the imprint of the tatami on your back tomorrow. “Y-you’re so addicted, Sugu-”

“No m’not.” Geto’s pulling out a sudden squelch as he spits a sudden wad of thick, silvery spit down onto the very middle of your puffy pussy lips. Smearing a thumb down between them up and down up and down- before swirling those slender digits easily past your sloppy hole. “S’not my fault you’re so hngh- irresistible- s’yours.”

Shit, to be honest, Geto couldn’t even register what he was saying right now. Couldn’t think of anything but the way you tasted so sweet on his tongue - as syrupy as that scent of yours was puffing out. He wanted- needed more more more-

He’s grinding his painfully aching cock down like some animal, slithering down his free hand to knead over the bulging shaft in quick, solid slides.

Matching the pace of those two fingers massaging your gummy walls. So hot inside it’s like you were melting, milking his fingers so plianty with every languid push and pull into your g-spot.

“Jus’ one more taste– hah- hold up my hair, can’t see- yeahhh jus’ like that.” Geto’s whining once your trembly fingers wrap tight to collect his stray locks, giving you the perfect view of his high cheeks hollowing. Rosy pink lips wrap around your clit to suck once more. And if his voice cracked ever-so-slightly at the end, well, he was only grateful that his beautiful girl was too fucked-out to notice right now. “S’not addicted if I only want one more- is it? C’mon, honey- please, honey, for me?”

Every groan has such lewd shockwaves sprinting through all your veins, and the sheer overstimulation makes big fat tears well up behind your eyes. God, it was too much.

Noticing, he’s letting out such calming pheromones of sandalwood - enough to make you dizzily babble out, “Think I’m- ahh- think m’close- Sugu–” To bring you close. Something was pulling taut, knotting in your stomach almost painfully.

Suddenly, the heady room resounds with a wet gasp - and only later do you realize that it came from Geto himself.

Because oh, are you cumming - and it’s pulled out from all of Geto’s filthiest wet dreams. Because not only do you cum, you’re squirting all down the lower half of his pretty face. Your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter around his head with each crashing wave of pleasure.

“Shit- ngh-” you’re sobbing out, cheeks wet with all the big, bulbous tears that your high brings. “Oh fuck- Sugu m’cumming m’cumming n’ s’all your fault- ah-”

“M’not addicted.” Is all he can spit out into your convulsing pussy, over and over like his own personal mantra. And it’s only when your orgasm bates into mere tingles, when your eyes roll back down from the back of your head, head just slightly clearer that he can manage to rip himself away.

Still, groaning gutturally at the loss of your sweet, sweet cunt - he looked so pretty this way.

Dark hair untamed, curtaining his glassy, pussydrunken eyes. Practically glowing in the dim lighting, devouring you just as much as his mouth had. Glossy, it drip! drip! drips down onto your shaky thighs with every bead of your juices he’d lapped up. Leaving a syrupy aftertaste on his tongue and shit, was he hooked.

In a split-second, Geto’s smoothly towering his body over yours, placing a sodden kiss right on your lips to let you taste all the honeyed sweetness yourself.

But just as you were distracted by how rudely he was claiming your tongue, you’re feeling the sharp smack! of something hard and swelteringly hot on your shamelessly spread pussy. His knot.

And then the squelch of ribbon after ribbon of Geto’s hot cum spurting out. Over and over.

His body half-collapses onto yours, every gushing wave of sticky seed so violent that his head throws back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Shit, orgasms during a rut always did crash headfirst. Always did have his furiously weepy head dripping out in overly voluminous dredges of thick cum.

“Jus’ ohhh- one more t-taste before I hngh- breed this cute cunt.” Geto hiccups, wet lashes batting up at you in a lazy way from in-between your legs. Long tongue dragging over the mess, smearing across the sheen of white. Every single pearlescent wisp - only to spit it back out onto your cunt. “For now.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please…”

You’re snapping your head down at Choso teary plea, pecking at the corner of his wobbly lips. All pinkened and kissed raw, wobbling when he begs, “F-for my first knot can I oh- cum inside, baby?”

Shit, your poor boyfriend was so pretty looking up at you with his twinkling, dewy eyes like this. His creamy skin flushed, twitchy fingers craning upwards to grab at the headboard to keep some sense of his sanity when you glide your dripping wet cunt down his cock.

His mouth gasps open in a feverish puff of your name over and over when your gooey walls in turn just squeeze around his sweltering hot girth. Velvety walls sucking up every thrumming vein down his length.

“Please— ah-” Choso’s breath hitches upwards in both volume and pitch when your hips slam down in a particularly harsh squelch! Mouth lolling open at both the filthy way you were riding him and your teasing silence. “Baby- oh, baby please say- s-something-”

You can’t stop your syrupy giggle from escaping your lips, “Awww, m’sorry Cho, What did you say you wanted again?”

And Choso has always been the type to be so greedy when he has you in bed - but you’ve never seen him like this. His first ever rut - a late bloomer - and oh, did that make him extra sensitive.

Mouth slacking open into a broken cry, frustrated droplets of sweat beading down his forehead, his slender hips just rut upwards in a pressurized thrust that has your sloppy pussy dragging down every one of his swollen inches.

Spearheading so deliriously deep, his length swirls around to easily massage your tenderized sweet spots.

So needy.

“Want to- want to cum inside–” he whines, thick lashes fluttering at the heavenly feeling inside you. You feel two of his soft palms attach themselves to your hips, bleary gazing tilting downwards to watch himself grind up, up, up trying desperately to squeeze his achingly fat knot into your tight pussy. “Wanna make ya a momma. T-to breed my pretty omega, please- S’calling to me- it hurts ah-”

“My poor baby–” you’re humming, with that honeyed tone of yours that makes the very end of his furiously leaky cock twitch. Leaning down to kiss away his big, pearlescent tears, “You sure you want to-”

“Yes!” he’s cutting you off with a long, dragged-out groan. Head throwing back over and over into the plush pillows when he’s feeling your snug, swollen pussy lips spread over the bulging curve of his knot. Bit by bit. “Yes yes yes- please more- hngh- t-take it all– needa-” One of his thumbs caresses right over where he knew your womb to be, feeling for the nudge of his thick, bulbous head swipe a wet glide across your walls. “-need to make you mine here, too.”

Just as he’s pressing the thick curve of his thumb down hard, both of your ravenous bodies glide together in a harsh ram.

And shit - you already knew by the way that Choso’s dilated eyes roll to the back of his head, the way his biceps flex with a wracking shudder, the sudden cracking moan of your name - that he’d plugged you full of his knot.

With a gasp your heady senses catch up around the staggeringly wide stretch. The way this was all it took for your elastic walls to constrict around him, being pushed to your very limits. Pulled taut.

Then and only then do the both of you realize that both of you are cumming.

Your toes curling, moaning out a shrill, “Shit- shit shit shit- I’m–” Before the zaps of white-hot pleasure take over your mind, being fucked pathetically stupid on Choso’s raging cock.

His feet plant flat on the silken sheets to buck up in meeting your sloppy staccato, his hipbones smack into yours in hard kisses to drag out your pleasure.

“Yes- oh god.” It’s just about all that he can whimper out right now, and he’s boring his eyes up at you like you were one. Strong arms wrap around your still-shivering waist, until Choso was whispering in hot puffs against your ear, “Gonna fill this ah fuck- t-tight pussy.” Nodding you through every thick wad of seed knocking at your womb, drool dripping down each side of his lips. It overspills - from both lips. “Y-you’ll take it right? Every drop? Gonna hngh- make me a fuck- daddy, right, baby–?”

Fuck, right now all you can do is squeal.

Let yourself be easily manhandled by all of Choso’s strength when he flips the two of you over, kneeing apart your thighs to fold you in half for him. A thorough mating press, “Yeah- yeah you are-” he breathes into your lips. “She’s gonna have my eyes- n’ your p-pretty smile ah- n’ she’ll call ya ‘momma’ and ohh-”

Just then, for how badly Choso wanted you all full of his knot, he finds himself bawling at the way his stuttering hips can no longer thrust into you back and forth. Locked in place.

“Still gotta-” he’s gasping out through wet licks up the tears streaming down your face. And there’s something so darkly primal in Choso’s tone - something there to send shivers down your spine, to remind you exactly what he is in a rut. “-gotta fill ya up more, ngh- m’still so hard- still cumming, baby.” Furiously, he’s grinding his hips in needy gyrations, weepy cock surging further and further to knock up against your g-spot. “Still need to- breed- you-”

One of Choso’s palms comes pressing down hard onto where his cum was sloshing around your inner walls, and with the dredges of creamy white that spill out - so does his slightly-softened knot.

Enough for him to grin such a dangerous grin.

Drunken, humorless. Whispering, “Please, baby- c-can my second knot be inside, t-too?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - NO CONTROL!

“Fuck-” you’re hearing Sukuna’s ragged grunt against your ear, low and dark in a way that only his deep baritone could be. “Fuck.”

Oh how you wanted to ask him what was wrong - you wanted to raise your bleary eyes from the silken pillows spread across his royal bed.

But Sukuna was plummeting his hefty cock into you so deeply, pound after pound that has you scrambling to catch your breath desperately. His thick head was branding circular bruises at the very end of your spongy cervix, girthy shaft stretching you from the inside out.

And this was only his human form.

He curses at the clingy grip of your gooey walls, unable to tear his devilishly red eyes away from how well your sodden folds were puffed up around him. Milking his staggering size so well.

It has his kiss-bitten lips a little looser than he’d have liked, “Fuck, this filthy pussy of yours mighta jus’ th-thrown me into a rut, brat.”

“What?” you’re gasping, all the air tucked away in your lungs being fucked with another shuddering slam into you. Your limbs tremble where you’re bounced against his hard front on all fours, barely managing to choke out, “Y-you’re in a rut, Kuna?”

“Heh, yes.”

Sukuna can’t help but bark out a rumbling bout of laughter at the way your pretty mouth falls slack. Drool dripping down the side of your lips in a way that he really can’t help but crane over his hulking body to lick. A long, languid drag of his tastebuds.

“Yeahhh- really did kickstart my hah- rut. You naughty girl- now I hafta breed this cute cunt.” Five of his thick fingers kiss the very curve of your ass in a sudden swat, and the sting makes your cunt drool down his inches. Gliding down in a greedy trail to curl around the urgent swelling at his already-thick hilt, he swipes at the syrupy translucent beads of your slick pooling at the very top. “Yet, how come you’re more hngh- affected than me, huh, silly girl?”

Laughably, the only things that your blabbing mouth could get out right now were a few cockdrunken whines and whimpers.

Music to Sukuna’s ears. That is, until-

“Hah! Sukuna!”

That makes him snap his scrunched eyes open - shit, when did he even close them? Sculpted, broad chest heaving with shuddering inhales for air, and a sudden wave of fatigue mixed with the saccharine sweet high of being sunken into your drooling pussy hits him.

It has him handling two of his hands into a bruising grip on the small of your waist, and the other two-

Other two?

“Y-you–” you’re mewling, each one of your throaty moans spilling and slurring together at how utterly full you felt. Double the sinful stretch of just mere moments before. “-you shifted into your ngh- true form!”

Indeed, the notorious king of curses was so hypnotized by your pussy that he hadn’t even realized when he’d slid back into his true form. Beefy biceps flexing as his inhuman hold on your body roughens, twin cocks spearheading into you maddeningly.

His pheromones are so overpowering right now, the slight tinge of spice and metal makes the omega in you already purr in satisfaction.

“Y-yeah?” He’s gritting out through clenched teeth, and those sharpened canines make you clench. Makes him use every shred of willpower to pretend that he wasn’t as fucking out of control as he was right now. “N-n’ what about it, brat? Don’t hear ya ah- complainin’.”

Yeah, he’s letting his head throw back, totally on purpose, right?

Twice the stretch had your teeth sinking down into the pillows. Matchingly throbbing girths drawing matching glides down all your sweet spots, you feel him jostle and bump into each of his cocks. Kissing dripping wet kisses to your cervix and your g-spot your cervix and your g-spot- Gurgling out only little pleas-

“Wha’s this-” you’re hearing Sukuna seethe from above you, voice a few octaves higher than usual. One of his towering palms easily wraps around both your wrists. Hoisting you upwards, “-started my rut n’ now you’re not letting me hear it?”

You’re now fully supported in midair by him - his absolute favorite position.

Because of the perfect angle to spy the way your cunt was swallowing every one of his powerfully pressurized thrusts.

To have his seeping hot cum trickle out of your surely overspilling cunt - down to his achingly tight balls. Where he’d scold you for wasting his precious seed, and then fuck it back into you all over again.

Because with this, Sukuna’s dancing up one hand about halfway up your stomach, pressing down brandingly where he can feel the bulge of his two thick cocks. “Guess tha’s hah- twice the amount m’gonna fill ya up-” Pressing down with all five digits splayed out. Hard. Your body erupts with tremors when his second hand toys deftly with little circles around your puffed-up clit. “-twice my chances of g-gettin’ an heir-”

You’re bouncing uncontrollably back and forth into Sukuna’s riotous hips, making him gulp at the few strings of wispy white spurting out of his furiously weepy divots.

Half-deliriously, he wonders whether you’d be able to take two knots.

Shit, his fattening knots leave wet thwacks at your pussy lips, those ringing squelches only growing louder and louder in your ear as soon as his third hand scissors open your messy entrance even further. Vision spinning when your honeyed scent has him shooting blanks already, stickily soaked balls clenching painfully.

Again. And again and again-

You were putty in his hands, surely at his mercy. “So the o-only question now is–” Or, at least, that’s what Sukuna was making it seem. Grunting, when he knows he’s on the very tipping point of cumming in such thick, voluminous wads already. “-are ya gonna be a good queen n’ gimme all that?”

He was no match for you.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Like an animal

“Sweetheart- oh, sweetheart—” Gojo’s leering after a hefty gulp of saliva, his breathing comes out in pants. Heaves. Fanning your face in an utterly feverish way, “Sweetheart, we’re not making it outta this alive.”

And this was the fifth time he was echoing this mantra tonight - the fifth time since breaking down your apartment door into the tiniest of splinters. The floor rattling as the strongest strode his way to take you right then and there on your living room table, already in the throes of his rut.

Ready to ruin.

Looking like he was about to kill.

“Toru- Toru someone could walk by-” you’re gasping, barely able to catch your breath with the sheer, staggering amounts of punishing thrust he was planting on your cunt. Shoveling all thickened inches into you with no mercy or regret. “They’re g-gonna see, Toru–”

Not to mention, the sudden crack! of mahogany wood as the cool surface of the table sags down on one side. Already broken.

And the first thing you’re being given in response is the powerful slap! of his swollen knot against your puffy pussy lips, leaving a stinging kiss that has you keening.

The second is your back hitting the soft bounce of your plush mattress - all the way in your bedroom. Teleported in nothing but a split-second.

“S-s’this ah okay, then?” Gojo tongue half-lolls out with his broken moans, and your glassy eyes peer through your lashes at those bolts of purple jujutsu at the very edges of his half-lidded eyes. “Can’t complain now- h-huh- can’t ah– jus’ let me fill ya up now.”

God, he’s fucking himself pathetically stupid on your gummy cunt, every slobbering drag down your velvety walls having his lids drooping closer together, minty scent puffing out mindlessly, words tinging with a primal sort of hoarseness.

You’re squealing at the wet thwacks! when he’s pounding you into your fresh silken sheets. “Y-you’re so infuriating-”

And just as your mouth opens in a sloppy whine, Gojo’s taking the lewd opportunity to spit a wad of syrupy sweet saliva onto your tongue. Grinning at the breathless way you’re taking it all - on instinct. By nature.

“And yet your o-omega loves me as ah- much as ever, huh?” he whispers down at your pretty self, words honeyed with the sort of smugness that only Gojo Satoru could have.

As if to prove his little point, he’s crushing you even harder with his weight. Strong arms jostling your limply falling legs to lock around his neck so easily, and shit- he could feel the way the very end of his fat, rotund head poke into the bullseye of your g-spot. Sensitive slit swiping back and forth on your heavenly cunt-

But it still wasn’t enough.

CRACK!

Just as soon as the creaking protest of the bed rings across your dazed mind, Gojo’s hauling the two of you into a sitting position. Your cunt sat prettily down his long cock, being bounced up and down with the help of his jittery hands clenched roughly around your waist.

“Wh-what-” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Nails digging red hot marks down the plane of his milky shoulders, “What even b-brought this on–”

“Some fucking curse-” he’s rolling his eyes, with a mindless swat of the slender, rounded tips of his fingers on your clit. Bringing them up, up, up to be popped into his mouth - making him moan. “Heh- can’t help but think about how much sweeter you’d be when I finally breed this pretty cunt.”

And you didn’t realize just how badly Gojo Satoru was ruined because that tiny smack has bands of electricity spiking through your entire body. Arching your spine into a delicious bow that makes his mouth water.

“Y-your powers-”

“And?”

Electricity sparks at your lips when Gojo’s crashing his own against yours - literally.

“Please-” he weeps out. And it’s enough to make you sob, your dripping walls being coated in another fresh wave of his precum. “Lemme make a m-momma outta ya- fuck this hngh- cunt till she c-can’t anymore-” His hefty balls shifting underneath your ass with each clench, each twitch. “Wanna ahh- breed you so bad- think I might just die, sweetheart.”

He was losing it.

He was cumming - and so were you.

Spurting out wave after wave of sweltering hot cum that invades your insides, there’s so much of it. Sloshing around your snug channel sloppily, it’s coating your cervix in a sticky gloss. And you swear you could feel the thick dredges of his seed ooze down your gooey walls.

Your teeth gnaw at Gojo’s flushed skin on the crook of his neck - and his on yours. Breaking skin, tasting the metallic tinge of red.

The very taste is enough to have him dumping out another great load of his cum, overstuffing your poor cunt until you could feel yourself swell. It’s enough to drive you mad.

And enough to have Gojo stuffing his bulging know past your swollen folds with a drawn-out moan of your name. Pretty lower lip quivering, dewy eyes firmly drooping shut as he’s bulling into the feeble ring of muscle.

Tight.

“Take it- sweetheart- take it all–” he’s whimpering into your ear, powerful legs jittering upwards to have his cum splurge into every nook and cranny of your cunt. Fingers thrumming jujutsu down your spine, “Sweetheart, sweetheart ah- fuck-” You can only bare your widened eyes at him as he looks over your shoulder, grinning. “The bed’s broken.”

Before you know it, you’re being splayed out on the floor - teleported.

You’re wincing at the slow, swiveling grind of Gojo’s hips on your own. Too impatient to even let his knot go down before trying to fuck you through your high, teasing out slow pushes and pulls against your cum-coated sweet spots. “Y-you did that on p-purpose, Toru.”

“Y’know what e-else I did on purpose, sweetheart–” his slurring words are accompanied with another smack! to your cunt. And an even filthier press on your stomach to watch his cum dribble out, which Gojo gladly smears along his fingers - pressing into your mouth to let you taste the candied mess.

“Wh-what?”

Whispering in your ear, “Hah- getting hit by the curse.”

A/N. Of COURSEEE I had to end it off with a guilty pleasure of mine mwahaha

Plagiarism not authorized.

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I just read your new fanfic "Oni detective agency" Fanfic and I'm absolutely obsessed 😭 I'm so excited for the next chapter omg, you have amazing writing

Ahhhh thank you, thank you! I appreciate any and all feedback so this brought a smile to my face!! I am hoping the chapter will be ready for tomorrow if not the next day 🖤

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I LOVED THE ONI DETECTIVE AGENCY PLEASE CONTINUE ‼️‼️‼️‼️ LOVED YOUR WRITING

THANK YOU DEAREST ANON ‼️

I’ve got parts of chapter 2 and 3 ready, so there’s more to come! 🙏

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𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

A multichapter, Kamisama Kiss inspired story with your favourite Bungo man. Or at least, my favourite ~

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, violence, swearing, blood mention, monsterfucking, knotting, ruts, omegaverse vibes, breeding, happy halloween.

A/N: the first chapter of my mini series! I am trying to make it light hearted and fun, though I am probably not that funny 😃 Smut in future chapters, so stay tuned. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters! I hope you enjoy~

Chapter Warnings: blood, violence, swearing, enemies to lovers, Kunikida is a bit of a dramatic ass, Dazai gets his own warning

Masterlist

Falling. Falling. Wonderful, great even. You never really considered yourself to be in such a predicament. One moment you were hiking a forest on the outskirts of Yokohama and the next, you were falling down into an abyss. Its fine, they said. Go check out the shrine, they said.

Though you really only had yourself to blame. If you were one thing, you were curious. After the locals told ghost stories about this old abandoned shrine in the middle of nowhere, you decided to check it out. Through the unkept shrubbery filled with thorn and bramble, you saw a small neglected shrine that stands out in the shade. The red paint was peeling off, and most of the wood had become damaged by the weather, but there were still signs of life that surrounded it. It seemed that hikers, like yourself had left offerings, talismans and even notes with peoples names on asking for blessings. As normal as this all seemed to be, it wasn’t until you came across an old well, not too far from the shrine, did you find yourself in this predicament.

Curiosity taking the better of you, and clumsiness even more so. You explored the vine-covered stones, noticing how it was obscured by even more bush and thorn, which now you know should have been a tell tale sign of what would happen, only to take a careless step and -woosh- you are falling, to what you believe is your doom.

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs the moment your ass hit the cold ground. Groaning, you sat up, rubbing your head and inspecting any injuries; you were lucky this time.

“Great! Of all people, it had to be me” you grunted to yourself. It took a good few moments for your eyesight to adjust in the darkness…darkness? Is it night time already? What on earth? It was midday when you arrived at the shrine! Could you have been knocked out when you hit the ground? No, that wasn’t it, you landed on your ass for starters, and the landing, though shocked you, was rather soft.

Despite the thick fog that surrounds you, you could just make out a long stretch of towering trees, all twisted and bent out of shape that loomed above you. Everything was abnormal, from the environment to the smell to even the way the wind blows; supernatural, eerie and wrong. Adjusting your eyes further, you could just about make out what appears to be a town in the distance. In the expansive darkness, the buildings emanated a soft glow which spread amidst the thick mist.

“the fuck…” you muttered to yourself, trying to make heads or tail of your situation. Here you were in what seemed to be another world, in a dark forest that overlooked a town…or a city? Deciding to reach out for civilisation, you continued down a cobbled path that seemed to stretch for miles before you got close enough to see…Yokohama? The city looked much like it did before with its modern buildings and architecture, though everything had a more traditional look, a style that resembled the heian era; a weird mix of both modern and traditional which only solidified your great suspicion that you have somehow fallen into an alternative reality.

The only thing that gave comfort to you was seeing the blurred images of people moving around the streets. Ah! Life! What a relief, at least you could get help from the good people of the city.

Though the sense of relief did not last. Panic hit you like a hard door slamming in your face as upon further inspection, you could see crowds of people were not people at all. Yokai. Various folklore creatures and malevolent spirits that your parents had warned you about when you were but a child, were walking the streets of Yokohama, as if they were normal civilians going about their normal day. Each Yokai possessed strange, wonderful features, all unique in varying ways. Some looked more human, and others looked indescribable.

Only then did it dawn on you, you had fallen feet first into the spirit realm.

Your realisation was soon interrupted by the noise of rustling coming from behind the trees. Turning swiftly, you look around yourself to see a glowing pair of eyes - no, not just one pair, but dozens. From the mist, shadows shifted, shapes began to materialise and inhuman figures slithered and crawled forward. You could feel your heart in your throat, your pulse like a little frightened mouse at the sight of the monstrous forms of varying Yokai that all had the same thought: dinner.

As if you weren’t in a mixed state of panic and shock, having several hungry Yokai stare at you as if you were a three course meal certainly didn’t help. With whatever sense left within you took hold, you begin to run the opposite direction, only to be met with more hungry gazes. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. You were trapped.

A large, slobbering Oni with a beast like face lunges forward, you try to dodge it by scrambling backwards but this had to be it, your death.

However, just before it could sink its monstrous fangs into you, the sound of gunfire filled the air. ‘A gun?’ You thought.

As the Yokai shrieked a bloodied howl, it recoils backwards as its blackish red blood sprayed from the wound. The shot was not intended to be fatal, aimed right where the beasts shoulder meets the arm.

“Get down” A voice barked, steady and commanding.

Thats when you see him, a tall blonde man holding a modern day gun emerges from the trees and drops down in front of you. He donned a traditional yukata, his long blonde hair tied in a low pony tail, everything about him exuded excellence and perfection; but there was something distinctly otherworldly about him—his handsome features, too sharp, too flawless. Then you saw the horns.

An Oni.

Though this man, your protector looked different from the Oni whom lunged toward you, he was more human looking, aside from the height, horns, fangs and red marks that cover his face and arms like tattoos.

The Yokai hissed, retreating slightly, but their hunger hadn't waned. The Oni didn’t back down either. He pulled a small notebook from his pocket, scribbling something quickly before he called out: “Doppo Poet: smoke bomb!”

In an instant, a smoke bomb materialized in his hand. With a swift, practiced motion, he launched the bomb forward, and a great mass of smoke obscured this Oni and yourself away from trouble. The Yokai scurry away, shrieking; the bomb must have had some kind of repellant, but why did’t it affect the Oni who came to protect you? Whatever the case, once the danger disappeared, you look up to him with a grateful expression. The Oni hesitates, searching your eyes with his own before kneeling down to your level and reaches a hand out to help you up. Just as you were about to accept his kindness, he just had to go and ruin the moment.

“A human, really? Are humans really so careless to fall into the spirit realm?” The Oni scoffed, you in turn furrowed a brow and denied his hand, swatting it away.

“Well that was rude. And here I was about to thank you”

“Tsk. All you humans are so ungrateful”

“Now, now Kunikida, we are here to save the girl, aren’t we?” A disembodied voice echoed from the fog until you see another Yokai emerge through the cluster of twisted trees. This Yokai seemed much like Kunikida, a fellow Oni that looked mostly human, except for the horns, fangs and height. This Oni wore a traditional brown yukata with white bandages covering his arms and neck, as much as his voice seemed smooth like honey, that shit eating grin said otherwise. - this was Osamu Dazai.

Kunikida stood tall and gave you a sideways glance, huffing as his partner joins the two of you. The Oni’s momentarily stare at each other, one with a mischievous smirk, and the other, a death glare that spoke more than words ever could. However, their moment of silence was broken by Kunikida letting out a half sigh, half moan whilst rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.

“Dazai…What a pain” Kunikida groaned. “And to answer your question, no we did not come to save her. This isn’t part of the mission, but is yet another distraction! Four times this year we’ve had to swoop in before these pests get turned into human sashimi. And of course, we are off schedule! All thanks to that” and by ‘that’, Kunikida refers to you. The fear of falling into the spirit realm and almost being eaten alive fades away instantly as you stand up and pull on Kunikida’s hair.

“THAT?! WHO ARE YOU CALLING ‘THAT’, YOU FOUR-EYED, SPECKY ONI!” You shouted, yanking the blonde Oni’s ponytail with every syllable. Kunikida yelps with each tug, trying to pull away. Dazai can only stand there, snickering to himself as he watches his partner get bullied by a mere human.

“SPECKY?! I just saved you, you little-“

As the three of you were distracted by bickering, an Oni makes it through the remnants of the smoke bomb and pounces towards you with glowing rage in its eyes.

"Move!" Kunikida shouted, without thinking he lunges to intercept, but only to be met with a large gash to his shoulder. Your mouth hangs open as you witness this Oni protect you for a second time. As the blood splatters from his wound, droplets fall into your mouth and suddenly you could taste nothing but a rich coppery tang.

Before Kunikida can register what just happened, he uppercuts the Oni, knocking it out and making the beastly creature fly backwards. As they fought, you felt an overwhelming pulse within you, not just in your bones, nor flesh, but your very soul. All you did was taste a few droplets of blood, and suddenly you feel on the edge of fainting. The energy in your body was spiralling, the last time you felt something like this was when you were drunk, and even then, none of those nights partying could compare to this. ‘What is this?’ You ask yourself over and over, dizzy and disorientated, you fall backwards landing in the arms of Dazai who was conveniently behind you.

"What… what just happened?!" You gasped. Dazai, despite keeping you upright, wears that same Cheshire Cat expression, noticing the blood sprayed across your face.

“Oh, this is interesting” was his only reply, mostly talking to himself.

After making sure the Oni was unconscious, Kunikida manages to handcuff the spirit using his weird, magic notebook to conjure up a pair of metal shackles and attaches it to a tree. Seeing you in Dazai’s arms, the Oni lets out a snort through his nose and heads on over with power in his steps. Although he is wounded, as an Oni, his supernatural abilities allow him to heal a lot faster than that of a human. Kunikida’s eyes narrow as he sees Dazai’s expression, and even more so when Dazai teasingly holds onto you tighter; for some unknown reason, something subconscious maybe, had him pissed off at the sight.

“Is the human alright?” Kunikida chooses to speak to Dazai instead of you, not that you could really respond; the blood seemed to have gotten to your head. Could this be Oni magic? You had no clue.

“Hm? Oh I think she’s perfectly fine. Have a look” Dazai gestures to the blood on your face, the small droplets smudged over your lips; at this, Kunikida pales.

“Oh no, oh no no no” Kunikida protests, holding his hands out and hoping, praying it isn’t what he thinks it is.

“What is it?” You perked your head up, watching Kunikida fighting for his life at this predicament. Your first thought was, is Oni blood toxic? “Am I going to die?”

“Worse” Kunikida whines, squatting down and placing both hands on his head in absolute dread and horror.

“Congratulations, human. You just acquired yourself your very own Oni servant” Dazai answers for Kunikida, whom at this point is having the greatest existential crisis this side of the century.

“An Oni WHAT?!” Adrenaline kicking in as you basically jump out of Dazai’s arms in bewilderment. Your eyes scan over to Kunikida, to Dazai, to Kunikida and back to Dazai again. This has got to be some kind of joke, a terrible, stupid joke thats comes straight out of one of those silly anime’s you used to watch. Nope. Nah. Nuh uh.

You were probably in more denial than Kunikida at this point.

“Mhmm when a human consumes the blood of an Oni, they become spiritually contracted to be their servant! Ohhhh this perfect, look at him squirm” Dazai points and laughs at Kunikida, who in turn earns himself a good throttling. The Oni instantly wraps his hands around Dazai’s throat like a vice and shakes him as if he were a rag doll; he didn’t seem to mind the punishment, which you found…weird.

“This isn’t funny Dazai!! You bastard!! My day was going juuuust fine. Go on a mission, take down whatever Yokai is causing trouble, find the source of said trouble, go home and GAH! MY SCHEDULE”

Kunikida lets go of Dazai and once again goes down on his knees dramatically. It seems this Oni, despite being a powerful spirit, has an affinity for schedules, or well, an obsession. This powerful Oni who just saved your life seems to be a little bit of a drama queen, but to be fair, he did just accidentally soul bound himself to you.

Dazai turns to look at you like some sly fox, and a chill runs down your spine; this Oni is having way too much fun at his partners expense and you instinctively know that means this guy is trouble. You finally work up the courage to speak.

“I don’t get it, like how does consuming a few drops of his blood make him my servant?”

“Servant, body guard, slave…” Dazai accentuates the word slave to make it seem lewd and filthy, a thought that makes your skin crawl. “In an ancient time, a mortal man saved the life of an Oni, and further down the line, they fell in love. At that time there was a Great War, and despite fighting together, and winning many battles side by side, the mortal sacrificed himself for the Oni, who could have easily survived mortal weapons. In the Oni’s grief, made a vow that he would serve and protect any mortal whom he gave his blood to as a way of atonement for the unnecessary life lost. This then applied to that Oni’s descendants, which conveniently enough, is where Kunikida comes in. As a direct descendant, and the only thing in Kunikida’s mind when you consumed his blood, was to protect you, it basically glued you two together”

‘Sounds like a bad anime plot line to me’ you thought. But then your gaze turned to Kunikida, who was rambling on to himself and holding the pages of his notebook to his face like some kind of paranoid college student having one too many coffees. Sheesh, this guy is intense, and he was supposed to be your sworn protector? Though there was a little part of you that couldn’t help but feel somewhat excited that this 7ft something Oni had to protect you, had to obey you...

“Is there a way to undo this?” You ask, moving swiftly from those silly thoughts and fantasies.

“Sure! You just gotta get back to the mortal realm, drink some sake and boom, contract ended” Dazai gives you some jazz hands as if this plan was as easy as breathing.

“Right… so, where’s the exit?” You ask, hoping it would be easy; but judging by Kunikida’s reaction of smothering a hand over his face, it would not be.

“30 days. 30 god damn days” Kunikida groaned. You quirk an eyebrow at this vague explanation. Dazai places a hand on your shoulder, having way too much fun.

“You can only return to the mortal realm on the same night as the moon phase you entered the spirit realm. And if my calendar is correct, you arrived on a new moon. Oooh, how symbolic” Dazai teases. Kunikida, now coming to terms with his circumstances looks up and feels that same pang of protectiveness, he pulls Dazai’s hand away from your shoulder and stands between the two of you.

“Don’t get any ideas, Dazai, we just got to keep her in solitary confinement for a month and the whole thing will blow over”

“You are NOT keeping me in solitary confinement” you spat. Kunikida’s body shivers and straightens like a statue. You blink at such a strange reaction.

“You heard your mistress, thats an order!” Dazai waves a finger in Kunikida’s face who is giving him the deadliest death glare he could muster. Under Dazai’s breath he lets out a singsong ‘Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh’ as his finger wags.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that Kunikida has to do everything you say, isn’t it wonderful? You totally should abuse that power~”

“Dazai, stop with the exposition and lets get the hell out of here. We’ll take this human back to the Armed Detective Agency and… we will figure something out” Kunikida muttered, really really wanting to put you in solitary confinement until the contract ends so he doesn’t have to deal with this mess, but of course, the binding dictates to your orders.

“Oh with the human thing again! It’s Y/N!! And what even is the Armed Detective Agency anyway? Why do you need detectives in the spirit realm?”

Kunikida blinks, he heard your question, but his mind homes in on your name. “Y/N…” Kunikida repeats as if committing it to memory. Its the first time since he’s saved you did his tone soften. Your bright eyes look up at him, and for the first time for you, your gaze held neither annoyance nor fear, and it does something to Kunikida that even he cannot describe. It makes his heart skip a beat and his mouth dry.

The feeling is shaken away as soon as it is felt when Kunikida catches himself looking at you for a little too long and lets out a long exhale through his nose.

“My partner and I will explain everything on the way there, we can’t stay out here for too long unless we wanna deal with those rogue Yokai again”

You and Dazai agree, but as you begin to walk, your knees buckle and exhaustion hits you. To avoid falling to the ground, you grab hold of Kunikida’s arm, he flinches at the sudden contact, but softens as he sees your state.

“A-ah, sorry. I guess the impact of the fall has finally caught up to me”

“You are a nuisance” Kunikida scoffs, returning to his cold expression and tone; though does nothing to push you away.

“And you are rude!”

Dazai snakes his way to your other side and pulls you up to a stand. “I think you should order Kunikida to carry you” he winks.

“I AM NOT GOING TO CARRY HER LIKE SOME DAMN DAMSEL”

You think for a moment, you weren’t initially going to follow Dazai’s suggestion of abusing your newfound power over this Oni, but his attitude stinks, and you can barely walk as it is. Plus, it would be funny to humble him, so hitting two birds with one stone, you indulge.

“We didn’t get formally introduced. I think I heard Dazai call you Kunikida, right? Well Kunikida, I order you to carry me back to the Armed Detective Agency”

And as if by an invisible force compelling him, Kunikida immediately and effortlessly picks you up in his arms like a robot programmed. The moment he does, he furrows his brows and pouts.

“Do not get used to this, human”

“Call me Y/N, and thats an order” you correct, giving him a proud, triumphant smirk. Kunikida’s shoulders sag as he lets out a defeated sigh.

“Y/N” he repeats. At least its better than getting him to call you mistress, master or whatever crude titles the likes of Dazai could come up with.

Whatever the case, both you and Kunikida knew this was going to be one hell of a month, you as his master, and he as your servant.

Bonus!!!

Kunikida carries you in his arms across the acres of trees, Yokohama, or at least the Spirit Realm’s version of it, draws nearer and nearer. Dazai basically hops, skips and jumps by the side of you at the pure joy that is Kunikida’s torment.

You: “so, uh. I got a few questions”

Kunikida: “can’t they wait till we get back to the agency?”

You: “no”

Kunikida: “Fine. Go on.”

You: “so back there, the smoke bomb… is it like an anti-yokai weapon or?”

Kunikida: “pretty much”

You: “why didn��t it affect you?”

Kunikida: “All of us at the agency wear protective gear or talismans which allows us to combat rogue yokai using… anti-yokai weapons as you’d put it. Everyone wears at least one protective item, for me, I wear my glasses”

You: “ohhhh! You know when I think of an Oni, I would never picture one wearing glasses”

Kunikida: “then you should stop thinking altogether”

Dazai: “and as for me, I have my bandages”

Kunikida: “no one asked”

You: “erm, actually, I did”

Kunikida: “😒”

• Next Chapter ->

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╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ✶.ᐟ: Your daughter and son, ever the matchmakers, wonder why your husband, their father, isn't the most romantic. One night, when you come home from work, you witness your kids trying to wrangle Sukuna into a suit, excitedly telling you he's taking you to a fancy restaurant.

✶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: f!reader, you and Sukuna are married, you have a 7 year old daughter and a 5 year old son, Sukuna isn't very big on PDA but he loves you so so so much, your kids love their mama <3, icky food, no curses AU, mentions of postpartum insecurities, ooc Sukuna - for a reason dw

✶ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ✶

You're in a good mood today - work went smoothly and you were able to finish up early so you could come home to wind down with your family for the evening.

As you grab your keys to unlock the front door of your home, you mentally go through a list of ingredients for what you plan on making for dinner tonight.

However, a loud crash breaks you out of your thoughts, startling you as you hurriedly open the door, wondering what in the world you husband and kids have gotten up to now.

Stepping inside, you're not exactly sure what to make of the scene that graces your eyes.

Your husband has a grumpy look on his face, red eyes squinting at the little girl in front of him with an equally annoyed expression on her face.

Your son is nowhere to be seen, but you hear another crash from the kitchen, flinching as you have a nagging suspicion what's going on.

What's even more jarring however, is the fact that your husband is wearing a suit.

It's been a while since you've seen Sukuna in formal wear, especially in a suit that deliciously clings to his frame in a way that showcases his defined arms and sculpted torso.

"Stop complaining Daddy! You need to look good for- oh Hi Mommy!" your daughter's voice cuts you out of your daydreaming, her small angry face brightening up in excitement once her eyes fall on you.

Running up to you, she grabs your hand and tugs you closer to your husband, whose face looks slightly embarrassed - which should've immediately signaled some alarms in your mind because Sukuna and embarrassed did not fit in the same sentence.

"Daddy's gonna take you on a date to a fancy restaurant!" your daughter chirps, and you blink at her slowly.

"He- what?"

"Go get ready Mommy! Look extra pretty too!"

You protest helplessly, unable to do much as your daughter pushes you into your room, leaving you to contemplate what the hell just happened.

You chuckle at your daughter's antics, sighing as you set your bag down and take your shoes off.

It wouldn't hurt to play along for a bit.

Rifling through your closet, your eyes widen as they land on the dress Sukuna had bought you for your birthday a while ago.

Changing into it, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You know it's been a hot minute since you've ever dressed up so nicely, but the way the dress clings to your figure seems different than how it used to. Then again, the last time you wore this dress was before your daughter was born, and thus it was bound to fit a little differently due to the changes your body had undergone due to postpartum. Your husband has assured you that he genuinely did not care, and that he loved you the way you are, and yet... you couldn't help but feel a little insecure as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

Before you could change your mind though, your daughter barges into the room, giving you a quick once-over before grabbing your arm again and dashing to the backyard with you in tow.

Like father, like daughter, you snort mentally, knowing full well your little girl got her impatience from her dad.

Bringing you to the patio, you blink in surprise as your drink in the view in front of you. It's a fairly nice setup, fairy lights twinkling from the veranda ceiling and a table with a vase of flowers that you recognize to be the one you set on the kitchen counter just a few days ago.

"Aw honey, did you do all of this?" you say, and your daughter grins nodding.

"I hope you're hungry!" she says and you raise an eyebrow.

Before you can ask any further though, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Turning you see your husband, clearly out of his element as he eyes your figure in a way that makes you feel almost vulnerable to his gaze.

"H-Hey." You say, awkwardly. Though being married for so long, it's been a while since you and Sukuna have been on a date - not to anyone's fault, but between balancing both your work life and managing your kids' schedules, there just hasn't been any time.

He smirks, approaching you and wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. "Hey, gorgeous. Ya ready?"

You flush - was Sukuna ever this flirty? You feel like a schoolgirl again - which is strange, considering you've been married for nine years. Maybe the lack of dates has really caught up to you.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. If your husband could act a little out of his element, so could you.

You bring a hand up to his face, tracing his jawline before your thumb grazes the outline of his lips. Your look at him lovingly, but there's a tinge on shyness in your gaze too.

"You look really good, Ryo." you say, and it's like you're 17 again.

Sukuna hums, kissing the top of your forehead. "Yeah? You don't look so bad yourself, love."

Guiding you to the table, he pulls out your seat for you, making sure you're situated before sitting down in his own seat.

You're not sure how your daughter managed to get Sukuna to act like this, but you mentally thank her because this was so worth it. You make a note to treat her later.

Just then, you son loudly enters the area, wearing what you notice to be your husband's chunky black boots and your white jacket and sunhat in what you gather to be a poor attempt at a chef's outfit. You wince mentally noticing a stain that definitely wasn't there before but your son looked so hilariously adorable in the clearly oversized clothing that you couldn't bring yourself to be mad.

You see him adorably trying to look at mature as possible, with a mustache drawn on with what you hope isn’t permanent marker.

“Here are your menus.” your son says, with a terrible French accent, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle your laugh.

“Thank you very much… um what’s in the-” you squint, trying to decipher what you know to be your son’s handwriting “special?”

Your son frowns, thinking for a minute. “The special? The special has uh…” you wait for him patiently, extremely amused.

He just shrugs. “I dunno.”

You laugh a little and sigh, eyeing the menu that consisted of the unknown special and baked beans for some apparent reason.

“I’ll just take the baked beans then.” you say, smiling down at your son, who takes your menu, turning to look at your husband, whose red eyes were already staring at you.

You flush and clear your throat, looking away, but you can still feel his assessing gaze, as if he's trying to drink up every square inch of you, memorizing your beautiful face in the moment.

Your son looks up at his father impatiently and Sukuna blinks in confusion before realizing that he needed to order too. “I’ll just take the baked beans or whatever I guess.” He grumbles and you raise an amused eyebrow.

The moment your son stomps away in his (read: Sukuna’s) boots, your husband mutters under his breath. "God I hate baked beans."

You snort. "Weren't you the one who wanted to eat healthier in this house?"

Sukuna grumbles"When I said eat more proteins, I meant meat, not stupid beans." You almost want to take a picture of his expression- looks like your daughter was rubbing off on your husband as just much as he was rubbing off on her.

“WE HAVE A PROBLEM!” you hear your son call out, and you flinch as another crash can be heard from inside.

You start to get up, but you’re stopped by the feeling of Sukuna’s large hand on your thigh.

“I’ll take care of it.” you hear his gruff voice say, and your heart warms at the sentiment, watching him and his daughter leave the room.

Sukuna groans, watching the catastrophe in front of him.

Taking on that stupid bet with a 7 year old, what was he thinking?!

He can picture her smug face in his mind, drawing a random picture on the countertop before asking the most out of pocket question in the world.

“Why does Mommy love you?”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. Because we’re married…?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know that, I mean why does Mama love you- it’s not like you give her kisses and hugs all the time.”

Sukuna blinks. She wasn’t wrong. But that didn’t mean he didn’t show his affection to you. Any PDA was done behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, which included your own children. And you knew that- and reassured him that his alternate ways of showing affection didn’t bother you at all. However…

“Daddy’s not romansic!” Your son chimes, his pronounciating a little off, but the message was clear.

Your daughter nods. “Yeah Daddy! You can’t be romantic at all!”

Which is how Sukuna found himself staring at the spilled can of baked beans, food splattered across the tiled kitchen floor. He eyes another stain on his (your) jacket as well- and groans internally, knowing that he owes you another one.

"What the f- heck, happened here?"" Sukuna gapes, catching himself before he said something he would surely get sent to the couch for.

"....I spilled it." Your son looks back at him meekly. Unlike his daughter, your son looked and acted almost exactly like you- which was a problem for Sukuna because it made it almost impossible to get mad at him.

Your husband groans, knowing wondering how he's going to clean the mess, when your daughter's small hands star pushing him out of the kitchen again.

"Go be romantic Daddy- I'll clean up the mess and we'll make something." she says, and in that split second, he gets immediate whiplash from the resemblance your daughter has to you.

Maybe not in looks, Sukuna had that covered, but in the way her mouth curved up in a determined little smile? All you.

Sukuna knew you were as used to this whole date thing as he was - the last date you had been on was about 7 years ago, and so he was a little nervous.

But when you saw you, god you looked so heavenly it was almost sinful to even be able to lay his eyes upon you. The way your dress hugged your curves, the sparkle in your eyes he loved so much, and that gorgeous smile - he wanted to give you the world. He wants to give you the world.

He sees you sitting patiently by the table, tracing invisible patterns on the tablecloth, before a shadow looming over the table catches your attention.

Sukuna's behind you, draping his arms around you to loosely rest against your collarbone, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Huh- oh, hi Ryo!" you say, smiling softly and giggling as his hair tickles your neck.

Fuck... I love you so much baby...so, so, so, damn much." he mumbles and you coo, threading your fingers through his hair and pressing a kiss to the pink tufts.

You laugh slightly. "What's gotten into you, hm?"

Sukuna still doesn't lift his face from your neck, his words muffled. "Shut up woman, and let me love my wife."

You smile warmly, gently removing your hands from his hair to tilt his face towards you, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.

Sukuna almost melts from your touch, and you're a little surprised, wondering who ever managed to get him so...soft.

Sukuna didn't have to wonder though. He knew. It was you. It always has been. Sukuna's not one to look at the past, or get sentimental, but this? Spending some time with you, being able to be surrounded by you and your love, being able to watch his family grow with you by his side - he can't help but feel the need to love you even more than he has.

What you both don't notice are the two sets of eyes that peer out the back window, your daughter and son fist bumping as a mission accomplished.

A/N: I think I rewrote this a good three times :,)

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baizhoobies · 1 month ago

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𝐎𝐧𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲…?

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, violence, swearing, blood mention, monsterfucking, knotting, ruts, omegaverse vibes, breeding, happy halloween.

A multichapter, Kamisama Kiss inspired story with your favourite Bungo man. Or at least, my favourite ~

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#bungo stray dogs #bsd kunikida #bungou stray dogs kunikida #bungo stray dogs x reader #kunikida x reader #doppo kunikida #kunikida doppo x reader

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all angles~

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About Sex and Sharing (Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida)

Kinktober 2024 Day Four: Exhibitionism

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re no stranger to men taking you home. In fact, you’ve come to understand that you must have something about you that entices all men who see you drinking alone at a bar with a pretty dress on. Even the ones you haven’t been eyeing all night.

So it was no surprise when one of your favorites- a man named Dazai- slid into the stool right next to yours on a day when you would usually see each other and asked if he could bring you back to his place for the night. Though it was a surprise when he asked if it was alright if he brought a friend. Someone he thought would just love to meet you. But you’re all for a good time. And you’re all for a pleasant surprise.

So you let Dazai buy you a drink before you took his hand and followed him back to his apartment. Because what you thought you were walking into was just a run-of-the-mill threesome with someone old and someone new. Because you thought you were going to spend the night with someone who has already shown you plenty of good times and someone who hasn’t yet gotten the chance. But what you got?

It was so much better than that.

“Just like that Kunikida. Just like that.” Dazai’s murmurs are right by your ear. His breath tickles your skin and you can’t help but gasp as you feel it rush over the shell of your ear. Immediately, the brunette is quick to let out a near-silent chuckle and press his lips against your neck in all the right spots while murmuring something else- something all too heated- into your skin. Despite all this, you know he isn’t talking to you. In fact, he hasn’t been talking to you much during this scene. His attention has been on the little friend he brought you to. “Look at her face. See how much she enjoys it?”

His attention has been on instructing the little friend he brought on how exactly the guy should fuck you while he watches.

“Y-yeah…” The other man’s voice trembles under the weight of the pleasure you’re both experiencing, but there’s a husky, roughness about that would probably have you falling in love with him if you were more of a sentimental girl. There’s something just unbearably attractive about looking up and meeting the green eyes of some stranger who seems to want to do everything in his power to make you both feel good. “She feels amazing.”

When you first saw him- when you first saw his friend, Kunikida, after stepping behind Dazai and into his apartment, the man seemed intense based on the steeliness of his eyes and the way he never failed to find something to bicker about with his partner. But also timid and inexperienced due to the fact he had to listen to almost everything Dazai said when it came to getting you off. Though most of all, he was cute. He was beyond cute even. He’s tall and well-groomed. Has a great body that looks fantastic in professional wear (and even greater the second all that professional wear comes off). Though he’s not the type of guy you would usually approach. And judging by the way he kept apologizing for being too rough with you here and there when he really wasn’t, you have a feeling that he’s not the type of guy who would have approached you either.

But Dazai said he managed to tempt the guy after a few long talks and a couple of sneaky photos of you Dazai once took at the bar you both tended to meet at. And though in hindsight, you have to acknowledge how weird that feels. Having pictures of you spread around between a regular hook-up and his hook-up. But you don’t think you can ever forget just how good he’s making you feel right now.

Just so fucking good.

You recall kicking off your heels by the entrance somewhere once you got there. You remember leaving your bra on the floor by the bedroom door too. And think you saw your panties being tucked into Dazai’s back pocket, “for safe keeping,” as he called it. But Kunikida insisted that you keep your dress on. He said that with a quiet, almost apologetic voice and with hands to continue to shake and shake and shake until you took them into your own and guided them into cupping your chest through the fabric.

But that was earlier. That was back when Kunikida seemed nearly terrified to touch you out of the fear that he would come to find out that you just aren’t real. Right now? You’re curled up on your side while lying on the edge of Dazai’s bed, and it rocks and creaks and groans under the weight of your activities almost knowingly. Your dress is nearly halfway off your body, hanging off quite lewdly. The straps that were once holding it up and keeping your dress from exposing your chest to the street of Yokohama were pooling around your shoulders, dipping down and exposing the little love bites you just barely managed to convince Kunikida to give you. And the bottom half was bunched around your waist, showing up the size and shape of your backside while also giving the blonde man easy access to your pussy.

Though perhaps most importantly, you have your legs bent and your thighs pressed together in an attempt to ensure that you, Dazai, and his friend Kunikida could all indulge. For you, it’s one of your favorite positions. For Kunikida, this position allows you to tighten your muscles more easily and allows you to make sure you can feel as tight as possible around him. And for Dazai- well, you just know he likes the view.

But it’s not like you need to set up the perfect view for Dazai. It’s not like he hasn’t seen or fucked you like this. And it’s not like you really had to squeeze around Kunikida to make it feel like it’s going to be a tight stretch. You realized that the second you kneeled in front of the guy to give him his first blowjob. You realized that the second you kneeled in front of the guy and came face to face with a cock you had absolutely no idea how he was ever able to hide that thing in pants.

Now, Kunikida has you hanging off the edge of the bed while he fucks you side saddle under Dazai’s careful instructions. The blonde’s hands grip your hips and pumps his cock inside of you at a tempo Dazai sets. And your soft and breathy moans fall in time with every single thrust that hits deep inside of you. Which, for once, you feel almost embarrassed about how easily some strange man has gasping for air. Because when has a virgin ever made you feel this good before? When has a virgin been able to angle his hips so perfectly and thrust his cock so deeply that you’re left drooling and babbling to the both of them about how you never want this to end.

Never.

“Fuck, she looks like she’s taking your cock so well,” Dazai speaks up again, and you could practically hear his own arousal soaking every word he speaks. “Keep it up, Kunikida. You’ll have her cumming in no time like this.”

At the thought of being given another orgasm- especially on some pretty, blonde stranger’s dick- is all too exciting. Though your mind can’t help but wander to Dazai and his role in all of this. At the moment, he’s hovering over you on the bed- making sure to keep a close eye on everything that’s happening. Every once in a while, he’ll tell Kunikida to change the pace or the intensity. To go harder and faster. Slower and more intentional. Just to keep you guessing. Just to keep you on your toes. Just to keep you crazy. And as you try to turn your head towards Dazai, you’re just able to make out the tent forming in his pants. His erection strains against the fabric. A dick you’ve sucked plenty of times before and would really like to suck again right now.

But earlier in the night he made a promise to both you and Kunikida. A promise that he was only going to watch tonight. A promise that anytime he was going to touch you tonight, it’d be for Kunikida’s sake and for your pleasure and for those reasons alone. And apparently, the normally tricky man wanted to hold true to his promise that he was only here to observe tonight. Because he was quick to grab at the hand you hand that was trying to reach for the zipper of his slacks with his own bandaged ones before moving to pin them to the bed.

The position he had you in was awkward, but the heated and devious look he gave you as he peered into your half-lidded eyes with a lustful stare of his own was enough to make you feel proud. If he was a weaker man, his resolve would have crumbled. Almost instantly. Who doesn’t want a pretty girl to wrap their lips around a man’s neglected and lonely cock. Especially when that very same man is selflessly directing the scene where his very own co-worker goes and fucks the brains out of his favorite hook-up in front of him. You’re sure if you’d asked nicely enough and smiled sweetly enough, you’d be getting your way with him in no time.

Only except, he didn’t exactly let you get your way. Not even close.

“Naughty, naughty~” He lightly teased above you, a charmed smirk on his face. You tried to give him one back as a giggle passed through your lips. And judging by the way his smile only widened, he seemed to be enjoying you almost as much as his partner was. But all too suddenly, he turned his attention away from you and barked an order at Kunikida. A second later, you were no longer smiling. You were too busy gasping and squealing and crying out now that Kunikida was slamming himself inside of you, pressing up against your g-spot nearly every single time while Dazai cooed at you tauntingly. “You like it, sweetheart? You like Kunikida’s dick inside your pussy?”

“Mhm…” You find yourself responding almost instantly between your whiny moans, Kunikida’s low groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin as Kunikida fucks you nice and fast and hard and deep. Right now, Dazai looks more than pleased at the fact that you were so quickly reduced down to nothing but a drooling little mess. But he’s at least kind enough to press tiny little kisses against your neck and cheeks and more in an attempt to encourage you to use your words for him when telling him how you feel. Just how he likes it. “I- I like it…I really like it, Dazai.”

“Yeah, I can tell. I wish you could see what we see.” Dazai remarks almost absently. He’s leaning over you a bit more now- moving around so he can view your body at different angles. It’s so- it’s just so hot how comfortable he feels running his hands over your body while his co-worker fucks you stupid. It’s amazing how the two of them end up so in tune with each other’s thoughts and actions. It’s crazy how Kunikida just lets another man take fistfuls of your chest and ass and squeezes tight while his dick is inside of you. And it’s perhaps even more insane that Dazai is fine with just feeling you up and groping at your curves instead of letting you please him back. Almost as if this is enough for him to enjoy. Almost as if he’s truly happy taking the backseat because he enjoys watching you get fucked by someone else. Almost as if he just enjoys watching you. “Kunikida, aren’t those creamy little rings she’s leaving on your cock just so cute? Isn’t she just so wet?”

You whine at the image Dazai is painting in your head, but you know he’s not lying. You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve been able to hear yourself all night. All your moans and gasps for air, sure. But also the almost embarrassingly wet sounds your pussy has been making Kunikida stuffs himself inside of you and slides right back out just so easily. And even though you know both men (as well as others in the past) have always loved it, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when it came to Kunikida. Because you were supposed to be a veteran in this field. You were supposed to be the fun and commanding first fuck of this man. The one who steals his virginity away from him.

Although, it seems like all you can do at the moment is let your breath be stolen away from you instead.

Though for a second, Kunikida doesn’t say anything. Not to you. Not to Dazai. Not even proclamations under his breath about just how good you feel when you’re squeezing around him and letting him stuff you nice and full. Something you’ve not only come to enjoy- you’ve found that you’ve come to miss it in the moments where it’s not there. His prolonged silence makes you curious as the only thing he fills the room with at the moment is nothing but the sound of his harsh breathing and the tell-tale sounds of skin against skin. So you turn to him. But the face you find yourself looking at isn’t the most familiar one. It’s not one that you commonly see when you’re hooking up with strangers you meet at the bar. Hell, it’s not one that you see at all really. In fact, you only saw it once before today. And even then, you swear you know exactly what it is. You know exactly what you’re looking at. And it nearly scares you- especially when you hear the next two words that come out of his mouth.

“She’s perfect.”

Because it’s the face of a man who thinks he’s in love.

“She is, isn’t she.”

And it’s the exact same face you remember Dazai had on the first time he fucked you too.

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baizhoobies · 2 months ago

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okay hear me out…. reverse hybrid au… with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because he’s so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and they’re is shocked at how it’s like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna 😚

I’VE GOT IT?

Synopsis: You’re head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?

Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna

Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader

Notes: I’m really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers

“Miss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasn’t urgent.”

“I don’t specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?”

You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, there’s three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didn’t want to do.

“Sukuna is out of control, he’s already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with him”

“And I should be the sixth?” You say with a quirk of your brow.

They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that you’ll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.

“Like I said, my stance on this won’t change.”

Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: “I’ll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.”

Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever they’re against but you’ve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.

The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: “to let him know you don’t have anything on you.” As they put it.

They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you aren’t afraid and find out what’s been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!

You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, it’s like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. You’ve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.

Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. It’s warm.

You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. It’s not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.

Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce you’re coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.

Sukuna is big, he’s a big man compared to all the other hybrids, he’s brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: he’s warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.

You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.

“You’re making trouble- why is that?” You say while looking through his dresser.

“You’re being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.” He threatens harshly.

“If you harm me I’ll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and I’m assuming you don’t want to go back.”

The room goes eerily silent like he’s making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.

Oh… the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldn’t tell or try to track his cycle?

“You in heat big guy?”

“No-“

“Such a liar, I’m not here to make fun of you, I’m here to make sure you get proper help.”

“The only way I’ll get proper help is if I fuck someone.” So damn blunt you think to yourself.

He continues speaking: “I think you know they won’t allow that though.”

“Would you like some toys? I can request that for you.”

“Useless.”

You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see he’s not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.

You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.

He’s hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.

Sukuna doesn’t waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if it’s the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.

He’s ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation he’s felt for a while, his hand doesn’t compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before he’s pushing up against you again.

He’s producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.

“Smells so good… really good.” “Mhhhphmmm-“ he’s now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.

You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isn’t going to bite you: killing you in the process.

He doesn’t do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While he’s busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal it’s been a while since you’ve had a cock, especially a cock his size.

You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what you’re doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isn’t gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?

“Nhhhnn.. fuck-..” this doesn’t deter him because he’s sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesn’t wait to bounce you back on him, you can’t comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.

Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like you’re the damn sex tox he’s been given, one he wasn’t gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.

You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where he’s latched on in droves. He’s far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.

By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, he’s not even hard anymore he just can’t stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. He’s made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.

Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he won’t let you move even an inch.

He begins sucking on your nipples, they’re definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.

After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He won’t let you have a moments peace.

Even when you tell him you’re extremely busy he’s having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!

As his mate you’re meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful he’s even letting you leave the nest.

You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.

They’re all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.

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