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[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♪

༺ Exotic Trouble ༻

Oneshot ~ Jujutsu Kaisen x Female Reader

Summary ~ You accept a job offer for monster-sitting exotic cat hybrids, only to realize they’re far older—and more dangerous—than expected.

Featuring ~ Gojo Satoru, Sukuna Ryomen, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, and Kamo Choso

Extra Notes ~ Tokyo Revengers’ Version - Blue Lock’s Version

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l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

|| Warning ||

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Desperation can drive anyone to make impulsive, unexpected choices in search of a solution to their misfortune. For you in particular, this appeared to be accepting an under-the-table job offer for monster-sitting five hybrids—something that is highly illegal and should only be handled by a professional. Due to the dire consequences that could affect your person and overall well-being, the pay is relatively high and could solve your overgrowth of debt.

This agreement brings you to the front door of the grand structure—a gothic-designed mansion that stands tall. The manor has a modernized, Victorian exterior that exudes a brooding and menacing presence. Despite the gloomy guise, pigmented colors of pink, purple, and blue surround the land as flowers spread throughout the lush, fern-green shrubs and grass.

You exhaled sharply, echoes of the informal meeting you had with your employer swirling through your mind.

The woman’s voice is low amongst the sea of voices that echo throughout the crowd of people who sit in the small diner. Her fingers are entangled over the table, eyes narrowed and sharp as she sat upright in the booth. “First rule, do not speak first.”

You use the key that she had given you to proceed with unlocking one of the wooden doors, taking a cautious step forward as you entered the building.

An eyebrow raises to the statement in curiosity. “If you don’t mind me asking, why?” you question, arms crossed over the table as your head tilts slightly.

The interior design is a little less ominous, the brighter colors of the walls and marble flooring contrasting with the darkness that radiated outside. The crisp air kissed your skin, goosebumps protruding from the hair follicles of your arms. There’s a tint of cinnamon that swirls satisfyingly with the scent of vanilla. Your head turns as you observe the antique monuments and pillared surfaces that lined the foyer.

Before you can make your way to the spiral steps, your body stiffens, the sensation of a ghostly presence suddenly appearing behind your form. Their breathing is hollow against your neck as the hold on your duffel bag’s strap tightens.

She ignored your question, continuing with her list of expectations. “Second, if one approaches closely, do not make any sudden movements.”

You naturally hold your breath, brows raised as you look ahead. The beating of your heart is the only sound you hear, aside from the slight ringing of your ears as your pulse hammers. You want to move, to turn around and run out the door. Your instincts are erratic, thoughts racing through your head as the dire scenarios play out.

The male hummed. “No reaction?” His voice is a low murmur as if he was speaking to himself. The amusement is subtle behind the curiosity.

“Hah… Thought you’d be more fun,” he exhaled through his nose. You could hear the smirk in his statement as the warmth of his body disappeared.

Your brows furrow as you take a look at the man who stood in front of you. His black strands sweep over his head, black ears protruding from his head. A tail of the identical color sways slowly as his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

A panther hybrid.

His eyes are naturally narrowed, sharp pupils that flick over your form as he examines you. The smirk is absent as you both stand across from each other.

Why is there a grown man standing here? I thought they were supposed to be children.

“You gonna tell me your name or what?” His tone is expectant, commanding as he tilts his head. You could see the fangs poking through as he spoke.

“Third, speak minimally and stay out of their way,” the lady warns.

You swallowed. “Y/n.”

This is a problem. You were under the impression that you’d be monster-sitting hybrid children—not grown men. The kids were a lot less menacing than the adults who are significantly stronger than regular humans.

He nodded in response, allowing the silence to spread as time passed with you standing in place. “Toji,” he stated with finality in his voice.

You nod, tongue sliding over your lips as you readjust the strap on your shoulder. “Cool. I’m gonna set my stuff in the guestroom. You know where that is?”

Of course, he knows where that is, Y/n. He lives here.

He hesitated before a smirk cracked on his expression, a chuckle escaping as he jerked his head to the nearest hall. “That way. On the end to your right.”

You exhaled a small, “Thanks,” before walking, with urgency, to the bedroom.

You missed the side glance he gives you as you nearly jog away, irises boring into your back as he stands in place.

You were ecstatic to escape from the tension between you and Toji. The look in his eyes was intense, as if he was reading through you. You felt a chill crawl up your back at the memory while you continued to search for the bedroom.

Why do they need a monster-sitter when they’re not children?

You shook your head, disregarding the thought and replacing it with the cash that was handed to you. You figured that it would all be worth it. After all, your stay is only for a month. Initially, the timing seemed excessive, but for the payment you received, you’d stay for six months if you were asked.

Once you found the correct door, your hand wrapped around the knob before you pushed it open.

You yelped in surprise as you saw two men on the bed. One male has tousled, platinum hair that sprawled against the pillow as he lay on his side, facing away from you. His patterned ears sat neutrally as the matching tail curled over his thigh.

A serval hybrid.

On the foot of the bed sat a man with pink hair. Patterned white ears that match the tail that sways behind him. He’s balanced on the palm of his hands, sitting on one of his legs, with the other foot meeting the ground. His head tilts slightly as his gaze slowly shifts to you.

A snow leopard hybrid.

“Oi, Gojo,” he mutters, red irises shifting up and down your form. “Looks like we got ourselves a little visitor.”

Your eyes shift to the man who groans softly, stretching his arms and legs out as he turns over to face you, gradually lifting his upper body as he scoots to sit upright. “Oh really?” he purred, a sly smile reaching his tired gaze.

You hesitate as you stand in the doorway. “Is this not the guest room?” you questioned, stunned at the unexpected residents.

The males exchanged glances before shifting their gazes back to you. You tense as they both stood from the mattress, making their way toward you as their tails swayed slowly.

Suddenly, the blue-eyed one snatches your wrist, yanking you further into the room as his head dips low. You tug against his iron grip as he sniffed your neck. You were so distracted by the male in front of you that you failed to notice the red-eyed man’s movement as he grabbed your other arm to sniff your wrist.

Gojo hummed. “Smells a little too sweet for lunch,” he mused, lifting his head away from you as his eyes reached the snow leopard’s gaze. “What do you think, Sukuna? Should we eat dessert before dinner?”

Your blood runs cold.

Another fact about hybrids is that they don’t eat normal kibble or wet food. They are carnivores who like to hunt their prey, despite being half human. The monster aspect of them overrides any lingering humanity.

“Do not react to provocation. They will test you for weakness,” the woman states before taking a sip of the black coffee in the mug.

“She’s too plain. Probably lacks any real flavor,” Sukuna murmured, the sharp ends of his claws poking your skin.

“Asshole,” you exhaled, accidentally.

Dammit! Why the fuck would I even say that?

You hadn’t meant for the insult to slip through your lips. It was ideal for them to think that you wouldn’t be a tasty meal. You were supposed to remain stoic and emotionless so they wouldn’t gain any interest in bothering you.

Both males pause, a stunned look appearing on their expressions as they exchange a glance. Once Gojo’s irises shift to yours, a wicked grin curled on his face, fangs gleaming. “Oh? What was that?”

“I didn’t catch that,” Sukuna mused, eyes narrowing as his grip tightened. “Say it again.”

“Are you two finished terrorizing the poor girl?”

Your eyes shift to the newcomer who leans against the doorway. His arms are crossed, one ear upright as the front, black strands of his hair frames his facial structure. His black tail is upright, curled at the end.

Another panther hybrid.

His dark pupils shift between you and the two hybrids while his expression remains unreadable.

Gojo chuckled. “We’re just messin�� around, Suguru,” he mused, a lazy smile appearing on his expression as he released you.

Suguru wasn’t convinced. An eyebrow raises as a smirk curled on his face. “Sure.”

Sukuna scoffed. “Tch, whatever. I’m bored of this,” Sukuna said, tone dripping with indifference as he walked towards the exit.

Gojo followed, slightly turning his head back to you with a heavy-lidded gaze. “See ya around.”

After the two hybrids make their leave, your gaze flicks to Suguru, body remaining stiff, though a breath of relief exhales through your lips. You figured that speaking first in this instance could be acceptable considering the situation.

You swallowed. “Thanks for that,” you say, politely, despite the underlying cautiousness lingering in your tone.

Suguru doesn’t respond. There’s an unsettling, hollow gaze that replaced his mischievous smirk from earlier. It was empty, devoid of any emotion as he stared at you, tail flicking lazily behind him.

You couldn’t help but feel like a prey being observed by a predator. The hairs on your skin stood straight as your heart continued to thump against your chest. Despite the lingering anxiety, you stood—calm and collected—as you faced him head on, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Avoid eye contact for more than three seconds. Anything longer is considered a challenge,” the employer stated.

You understand the protocol, however, you must prove to the beasts that you’re not going to tread around carefully. You have a job to complete, a task to handle, and money to earn. You’re going to finish this assignment whether the hybrids intimidate you or not.

It seems as though Suguru received the message loud and clear. The sudden change of your demeanor caused a puckish smile to grow on his expression. You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of his ambience.

“Try to enjoy yourself while you can,” he hummed, tone playful and teasing, but the underlying warning peered from the statement. “We don’t ask for much… just keep us entertained.”

You stood in place as you watched him walk out of the doorway. For a moment, you contemplated his remark, attempting to read into the truth that hides behind the words he spoke.

When midnight finally arrived, you found yourself wide awake as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. Despite the comfort of the soft, warm bed, you couldn’t elude the alertness of your instincts.

You tossed the covers off your form before swinging your legs over the mattress. You swiftly tugged on a pair of socks before walking out of the bedroom. As you crept down the corridor, the cool air brushed against your dermis as you entered the foyer, mindlessly rounding the corner to find the kitchen.

Your aim was to grab a glass of water to quench your thirst and soothe your parched throat in the process. You had been nervous to make your presence known throughout the night, so you stayed put, awaiting the morrow when you would inevitably have to complete the tasks you were assigned to.

Unfortunately, your need for a substance to drink became overbearing, especially after your minor usage of the dab pen you brought to relax your nerves. You figured that all the men should be asleep at this time, so you shouldn’t run into anyone.

A gradual exhale slipped through your lips as you flicked the light switch on, content that you had successfully found the kitchen without getting lost. You rummaged through each cabinet until you found a glass before heading to the refrigerator to press the button.

You listened as the sound of water filled up the cup, the only frequency added to the quiet, dimly lit room. You pulled your head back to chug the beverage before heading to the sink to wash it out.

Just as you turned the faucet off, you paused, a sudden warmth appearing behind you as the person closed in on your form. You’re frozen, locked between the arms of the presence who pressed their palms on the counter. You could feel the hot air of their breath against your neck.

“Never turn your back. Always keep them in sight or else it’ll show vulnerability.”

You swiftly set the glass in the sink before rounding your body to face the intruder, your lower back pressed against the edge of the counter as you leaned against your palms.

A male with dark brown hair, styled in pigtails, has patterned ears pressed forward as the sharp gaze of his dark colored irises peered through the faint, red hue of his eyelids. A black tattoo lined the bridge of his nose as he gave you a quizzical look, tail flicking at a swift pace while he examined you.

A jaguar hybrid.

You stared back, your own gaze sharp as you stood your ground. Your brows were slightly furrowed, though you kept your expression as stoic as you could.

He hummed, tilting his head as he leaned in closer. “I can smell the fear radiating off of you,” he began, tongue gliding over his lips. “You’re trying to hide it. Why?” he questioned, suspicion dripping from his tone.

You didn’t respond, holding your gaze as you subtly positioned yourself to stand taller. His eyes flicked over you before a subtle frown curled on his expression. Suddenly, his hand snatched your jaw in a tight grip, the pointed ends of his claws poking your cheek as he observed you.

“It’s pathetic,” he hissed, a subtle anger adding to his rough tone. “You humans always think you have a chance. You couldn’t last a second against me.” A sharp pain ignited on your cheeks as you felt the tingling sensation of blood trickling down your skin.

Your hand grasped the wrist that held you, squeezing your fingers around the surface tightly as you snatched the hand away, the male releasing you as you held his hand up.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me,” you almost growled, ignoring the pounding of your heart as you leaned in closer. “I came here to do a job and you’re gonna let me, no matter how many times you guys try to intimidate me.”

His expression morphed, stunned at your words before he recollected his stoic gaze, yanking his arm from your grip. “You’re interesting, human,” he mused, finally pulling back from you as he walked away.

Your eyes never left his form, even when he casually grabbed a bottled beverage from the fridge and gave you one last glance before leaving the kitchen.

You leaned against the counter with a hand grabbing your chest as you breathed heavily. You couldn’t deny the fear you had felt in that moment, the vulnerability of being stuck in that position against your will. It was terrifying. Especially since you knew that he was right.

Your fingers reached the trail of blood on your cheeks, some of the substance already in the drying process as you scoffed, “Great.”

“Need some help with that?”

“You know I could’ve cleaned it myself, right?” you question as Suguru dabs the cotton against your wound. You wince as the alcohol tingles against your skin, causing a sharp stinging sensation to appear.

He gives you a pointed look. “Just stay still and let me help,” he mutters, standing between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter. “Doubt you even knew where to look for the first aid,” he continued.

An eyebrow raises on your expression as his tail lazily sways behind him. “I could’ve figured it out.”

He ignores you, continuing with the finishing touches after he patches the scars. “You’re as difficult as Choso.”

You scoff. “Is that his name? What’s up with him? Actually, what’s wrong with all of you?” You decide to push for answers. The energy of the room is light, and the added intake of your pen makes you a little bolder.

Suguru’s gaze shifts to yours as he closes the kit. “Elaborate.”

“Your weird behavior from earlier. You guys were so ominous. It was creepy. Especially your cryptic warning.”

He hummed. “Oh, that? I was just telling the truth. I can’t speak for the rest of them.”

You hum, confusion morphing on your face as you watch him sniff the air. Your body freezes as his hand dips into the pocket of your pajama bottoms.

“Hey—!”

You’re surprised to see your pen in his hand. Without permission, he brings the tip to your bottom lip, gesturing for you to inhale. “You should relax a bit more, Y/n. We’re more human than you think.”

You eye him with slight caution before complying and taking a hit from your vape.

Time passes, and you have become quite accustomed to your environment, adjusting to the strange rhythm of your new life with the hybrid men. The atmosphere of the house became less intimidating and more comforting as you completed the tasks asked of you. It was interesting to notice the change in behavior between the men as they grew accustomed to your presence.

Toji finds your reactions to be quite interesting. He enjoys acting out in ways that’ll rile you up or force you to defy him, just to see how it plays out. His affection is hidden behind jabs and remarks that bring your obstinance to the surface. Your lack of prominent fear piques his attention as he continues to put you through tests to observe your resilience.

Much like Toji, Suguru is intrigued by your resilience and persistence to refrain from exposing your fear. Although you’ve become more comfortable with your routine in the mansion, he observes you intently, noticing the subtle flinch if one of them gets too close or listening to the pounding of your heart if one of them invades your comfortability. He’s become attentive to your needs, making sure everything you want is fulfilled in a timely manner.

Gojo loves to push your buttons, much like Toji, but with a more playful approach. He constantly flirts with you, just to see the embarrassment morph on your expression, or he’ll corner you—pulling you away from your cooking or cleaning after being the one to ask for a meal or causing the mess. His persistence is annoying but lighthearted in the sense that he wants your attention quite often.

Sukuna was both an enigma and a challenge. You quickly realized that the snow leopard’s attention wasn’t one to be easily ignored. If he wasn’t watching you from afar or stalking you despite your knowledge of his presence, he’d act out in a way to gain a reaction from you—whether it be brushing up against you, sadistically leaving marks on your skin, or teasing you with testing remarks or taunts, he’d find one way or another to receive your attention. He could also be cold and distant, a huge contrast to his normal demeanor.

Choso is subtle with his affection for you. He’s surprisingly more protective than anyone would expect. If he notices Gojo, Sukuna, or Toji bothering you to the point of causing stress, he’ll step in with a menacing and yet quiet demeanor. He is much like Suguru with his reservation and observance, watching you from a distance as he studies your everyday routine.

Unknown to you, their affection for you grew in ways they’d never imagined it could for a human. They’d flown through sitter after sitter, and it all ended the same—with a gory murder and their stomachs full of raw, human remains. They want a taste of you, but in a differing manner than with normal visitors.

That’s why that moment was so…

Disheartening.

“If one starts acting affectionate, resist the urge to reciprocate. It’s not love…”

It had been a normal day for the most part. The television was on, streaming an adult cartoon show that you all enjoyed watching—or that they were entertained by your enjoyment of the show. Sukuna had an arm hooked around your shoulder as he sat next to you on the couch. Gojo had his head on your lap, eyelids lowered as he was nearly asleep, relishing the sensation of your fingers combing through his strands.

Choso sat on the floor beside your leg with his knees propped against his chest, while Toji sat on your other side with an arm over his propped knee as his head leaned against yours. Suguru stood behind the couch, leaning over as he rested his arms against the surface, quietly chewing gum.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, catching everyone’s attention. When you answered the phone, they noticed the subtle change in your voice. It was higher-pitched with excitement—and, worst of all—affection. They paused as they listened to the casual conversation, as if you were catching up with someone dearest to you. They could hear a male’s voice distantly as you held the device to your face.

Once you pressed the end button, you paused, finally noticing that all eyes were on you.

“Y/n, who was that?” Suguru asked, his tone quizzical but with an underlying edge that sent a chill up your spine.

You raised an eyebrow at their demeanor. “Just my boyfriend,” you shrugged.

“…It’s possession.”

The room went eerily silent, the only sound being the pulsing of your heartbeat against your chest. Your instincts heightened, blood pumping through your veins as adrenaline surged through your body. The eyes of the men glowering at you did little to ease your anxious discomfort as you felt a weight of pressure in your lower stomach.

You could feel the tightening grip of Sukuna’s claws over your shoulder, pressing against your skin painfully. Toji’s hand also gripped your ankle, compressing the dermis as the pointy tips of his nails pricked the surface. Gojo stretched, sitting upright in the process as he positioned himself on the couch to face you, one leg propped while the other hung over the seat.

Why are they looking at me like that?

You couldn’t tell if it was a hallucination of yours or if their eyes were truly glowing with an emotion you had never seen from them before. The rapid flick of their tails was unsettling—unnerving. It made the hairs on your skin stand tall as you tried to make sense of the sudden circumstance.

“Guys… is everything okay?”

The woman exhaled sharply as she unlocked the door. It had been a prolonged month—more extensive than usual. She had expected to hear a call from at least one or two of her monsters—waiting to hear of their boredom after the finished consumption of their new meal—but when she hadn’t seen any notifications, a sudden realization struck her.

And it was confirmed as soon as she walked into her own living room.

As she rounded the corner of the sofa, the display of sudden domination and territorial marking was exhibited right in front of her very eyes. You were sprawled on the marble floor, cheek pressed against the ground as a hand gripped the back of your neck. Your bottom half was pointed high in the air, knees pressing against the surface as tears streamed down your face.

Behind you was the black-haired male, who pierced the inside of your vagina with an abrupt compulsion that had your body rocking against his at a brutal pace. Despite biting your lip to refrain from any noises escaping you, the grunts and whimpers slipped through your throat amongst the heavy breathing of the men surrounding you.

They were kneeling, lower halves exposed as they sat patiently, waiting for the moment to claim you and your body. The woman could see the thickness of their cocks pumped full of blood, the pink hue of their tips gleaming behind the white substance that leaked from their rounded heads, pulsating as they refrained from touching themselves.

They were supposed to have eaten her, not gained an attachment. You must’ve been a human of higher quality.

Suddenly, Toji aimed deeper by curving the bridge of your spine as he thumped against your g-spot, the sensation of the electricity surging through the extended depth of your pussy ached as it had your jaw locked open, nose scrunching, and eyes rolling.

The woman hummed, tilting her head as she saw the notification on your phone. Grabbing the device, she eyed the contact name labeled ‘boyfriend’ before clicking her tongue. “Now that won’t do.”

This must’ve set them off.

She swiped to answer the phone, walking into the distance. “Sorry, this is not Y/n. She’s busy with a couple of tasks and asked me to answer.”

There was a pause before she continued. “I would love to invite you over for dinner tonight! You know, as a thanks to your lovely Y/n for helping take care of my little monsters.”

The gleam in her eyes shimmered mischievously as she grinned. “That’s perfect. See you tonight.”

—𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊����𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

—𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍

wc: 1107

Kind and reliable.

That’s the energy that radiated from your boyfriend, Kairo. It’s what you loved about him—the light-heartedness, the reassurances, and the stability. Despite his carefree demeanor, you had never seen him obtain such a somber expression except for when he had warned you against taking the monster-sitting job.

He couldn’t deny the feeling of impending doom when you had confirmed the meeting with the suspicious woman—especially when he had seen the amount of cash she had given you. An under-the-table, illegal job that pays a tremendous sum would strike anyone as an opportunity that was too good to be true.

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[eethelestia]

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𝐸𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛:

|| Tokyo Revengers ||

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑���𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝.

|| Jujutsu Kaisen ||

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

|| Blue Lock ||

𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍.

[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♪

༺ Exotic Trouble ༻

Oneshot ~ Blue Lock x Female Reader

Summary ~ You accept a job offer for monster-sitting exotic cat hybrids, only to realize they’re far older—and more dangerous—than expected.

Featuring ~ Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Seishiro Nagi, and Itoshi Rin

Extra Notes ~ Tokyo Revengers’ Version - Jujutsu Kaisen‘s Version

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr, ao3, wattpad, subscribestar, and patreon. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

|| Warning ||

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Desperation can drive anyone to make impulsive, unexpected choices in search of a solution to their misfortune. For you in particular, this appeared to be accepting an under the table job offer for monster-sitting five hybrids—something that is highly illegal and should only be handled by a professional. Due to the dire consequences that could affect your person and overall well-being, the pay is relatively high and could solve your overgrowth of debt.

This agreement brings you to the front door of the grand structure—a gothic designed mansion that stands tall. The manor has a modernized, victorian exterior that exudes a brooding and menacing presence. Despite the gloomy guise, pigmented colors of pink, purple, and blue surround the land as flowers spread throughout the lush, fern green shrubs and grass.

You exhaled sharply, echoes of the informal meeting you had with your employer swirling through your mind.

The woman’s voice is low amongst the sea of voices that echo throughout the crowd of people who sit in the small diner. Her fingers are entangled over the table, eyes narrowed and sharp as she sat upright in the booth. “First rule, do not speak first.”

You use the key that she had given you to proceed with unlocking one of the wooden doors, taking a cautious step forward as you entered the building.

An eyebrow raises to the statement in curiosity. “If you don’t mind me asking, why?” you question, arms crossed over the table as your head tilts, slightly.

The interior design is a little less ominous, the brighter colors of the walls and marble flooring contrasting with the darkness that radiated outside. The crisp air kissed your skin, goosebumps protruding from the hair follicles of your arms. There’s a tint of cinnamon that swirls satisfyingly with the scent of vanilla. Your head turns as you observe the antique monuments and pillared surfaces that lined the foyer.

Before you can make your way to the spiral steps, your body stiffens, the sensation of a ghostly presence suddenly appearing behind your form. Their breathing is hollow against your neck as the hold on your duffel bag’s strap tightens.

She ignored your question, continuing with her list of expectations. “Second, if one approaches closely, do not make any sudden movements.”

You naturally hold your breath, brows raised as you look ahead. The beating of your heart is the only sound you hear, aside from the slight ringing of your ears as your pulse hammers. You want to move, to turn around and run out the door. Your instincts are erratic, thoughts racing through your head as the dire scenarios play out.

The male hummed. “No reaction?” his voice a low murmur as if he was speaking to himself. The amusement is subtle behind the curiosity.

“Hah… Thought you’d be more fun,” he exhaled through his nose. You could hear the smirk in his statement as the warmth of his body disappeared.

Your brows furrow as you take a look at the man who stood in front of you. His black strands sweep over his head, blonde poking through at the ends as blonde ears protrude from his head. A tail of the identical color sways slowly as his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

A lion hybrid.

His eyes are naturally wide, golden orbs that flick over your form as he examines you. The smirk is absent, replaced with a curious gaze.

Why is there a grown man standing here? I thought they were supposed to be children.

“You gonna tell me your name or what?” His tone is playful with an underlying expectancy—demanding as he tilts his head. You could see the fangs poking through as he spoke.

“Third, speak minimally and stay out of their way,” the lady warns.

You swallowed. “Y/n.”

This is a problem. You were under the impression that you’d be monster-sitting hybrid children—not grown men. The kids were a lot less menacing than the adults who are significantly stronger than regular humans.

He nodded in response, allowing the silence to spread as time passed with you standing in place. “Bachira,” he stated with finality in his voice.

You nod, tongue sliding over your lips as you readjust the strap on your shoulder. “Cool. I’m gonna set my stuff in the guestroom. You know where that is?”

Of course he knows where that is, Y/n. He lives here.

He hesitated before a smirk cracked on his expression, a chuckle escaping as he jerked his head to the nearest hall. “That way. On the end to your right.”

You exhaled a small, “Thanks,” before walking, with urgency, to the bedroom.

You miss the side glance he gives you as you nearly jog away, irises boring into your back as he stands in place.

You were ecstatic to escape from the tension between you and Bachira. The look in his eyes was intense, as if he was reading through you. You felt a chill crawl up your back at the memory while you continued to search for the bedroom.

Why do they need a monster-sitter when they’re not children?

You shook your head, disregarding the thought and replacing it with the cash that was handed to you. You figured that it would all be worth it. After all, your stay is only for a month. Initially, the timing seemed excessive, but for the payment you received, you’d stay for six months if you were asked.

Once you found the correct door, your hand wrapped around the knob before you pushed it open.

You yelped in surprise as you saw two men on the bed. One male, with tousled, platinum hair faces away from you as he lies on the bed. His patterned white ears sat neutrally as the matching tail curled over his thigh.

A snow leopard hybrid.

On the foot of the bed sat a man with black hair that acquired a faint green hue. His patterned ears match that of his tail that sways behind him. He’s balanced on the palm of his hands, sitting on one of his legs, with the other foot meeting the ground. His head tilts slightly as his gaze slowly shifts to you.

A jaguar hybrid.

Teal irises shift up and down your form. “Looks like we’ve got company,” he muttered, detachment clear in his tone.

Your eyes shift to the man who groans softly, stretching his arms and legs out as he turns over to face you, gradually lifting his upper body as he scoots to sit upright. “Oh really?” he purred, expression unreadable as he gazed at you.

You hesitate as you stand in the doorway. “Is this not the guest room?” you questioned, stunned at the unexpected residents.

The males exchanged glances before shifting their gazes back to you. You tense as they both stood from the mattress, making their way toward you as their tails swayed slowly.

Suddenly, the shorter one snatches your wrist, yanking you further into the room as his head dips low. You tug against his iron grip as he sniffed your neck. You were so distracted by the male in front of you that you failed to notice the taller, gray-eyed man’s movement as he grabbed your other arm to sniff your wrist.

Rin hummed. “Smells a little too sweet for lunch,” he murmured, lifting his head away from you as his eyes reached the snow leopard’s gaze. “What do you think, Nagi? Should we eat dessert before dinner?”

Your blood runs cold.

Another fact about hybrids is that they don’t eat normal kibble or wet food. They are carnivores who like to hunt their prey, despite being half human. The monster aspect of them overrides any lingering humanity.

“Do not react to provocation. They will test you for weakness,” the woman states before taking a sip of the black coffee in the mug.

“She’s too plain. Probably lacks any flavor,” Nagi murmured, the sharp ends of his claws poking your skin.

“Asshole,” you exhaled, accidentally.

Dammit! Why the fuck would I even say that?

You hadn’t meant for the insult to slip through your lips. It was ideal for them to think that you wouldn’t be a tasty meal. You were supposed to remain stoic and emotionless so they wouldn’t gain any interest in bothering you.

Both males move back slightly, a stunned look appearing on their expressions as they exchange a glance. Once Rin’s irises shift to yours, amusement clear despite the stoic gaze. “Oh? What was that?”

“Yeah, I didn’t hear you the first time,” Nagi mused, eyes slightly narrowing as his grip tightened.

“You guys done terrorizing our baby-sitter?”

Your eyes shift to the newcomer who leans against the doorway. His arms are crossed, one ear upright as the black strands of his hair frames his facial structure. His black tail is upright, curled at the end.

His blue irises shift between you and the two hybrids while his expression remains unreadable.

Rin scoffed. “Terrorizing?” he muttered, an eyebrow raising. “Don’t you think that’s a stretch, Isagi?”

Nagi hummed. “We’re just havin’ some fun,” he mused, expression blank as he released you.

Isagi wasn’t convinced. An eyebrow raises as a smirk curled on his face. “Yeah, okay.”

Rin scoffed. “Whatever. I’m bored of this anyway,” he said, tone dripping with indifference as he walked towards the exit.

Nagi followed, slightly turning his head back to you with a heavy-lidded gaze. “See ya around.”

After the two hybrids make their leave, your gaze flicks to Isagi, body remaining stiff, though a breath of relief exhales through your lips. You figured that speaking first in this instance could be acceptable considering the situation.

You swallowed. “Thanks for that,” you say, politely, despite the underlying cautiousness lingering in your tone.

Isagi doesn’t respond. There’s an unsettling, hollow gaze that replaced his mischievous smirk from earlier. It was empty, devoid of any emotion as he stared at you, tail flicking lazily behind him.

You couldn’t help but feel like a prey being observed by a predator. The hairs on your skin stood straight as your heart continued to thump against your chest. Despite the lingering anxiety, you stood—calm and collected—as you faced him head on, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Avoid eye contact for more than three seconds. Anything longer is considered a challenge,” the employer stated.

You understand the protocol, however, you must prove to the beasts that you’re not going to tread around carefully. You have a job to complete, a task to handle, and money to earn. You’re going to finish this assignment whether the hybrids intimidate you or not.

It seems as though Isagi received the message loud and clear. The sudden change of your demeanor caused a puckish smile to grow on his expression. You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of his ambience.

“Make sure you enjoy yourself while you can,” he said, his tone focused but carrying a subtle warning. “We don’t ask for much… just don’t make things boring.”

You stood in place as you watched him walk out of the doorway. For a moment, you contemplated his remark, attempting to read into the truth that hides behind the words he spoke.

When midnight finally arrived, you found yourself wide awake as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. Despite the comfort of the soft, warm bed, you couldn’t elude the alertness of your instincts.

You tossed the covers off your form before swinging your legs over the mattress. You swiftly tugged on a pair of socks before walking out of the bedroom. As you crept down the corridor, the cool air brushed against your dermis as you entered the foyer, mindlessly rounding the corner to find the kitchen.

Your aim was to grab a glass of water to quench your thirst and soothe your parched throat in the process. You had been nervous to make your presence known throughout the night, so you stayed put, awaiting the morrow when you would inevitably have to complete the tasks you were assigned to.

Unfortunately, your need for a substance to drink became overbearing, especially after your minor usage of the dab pen you brought to relax your nerves. You figured that all the men should be asleep at this time, so you shouldn’t run into anyone.

A gradual exhale slipped through your lips as you flicked the light switch on, content that you had successfully found the kitchen without getting lost. You rummaged through each cabinet until you found a glass before heading to the refrigerator to press the button.

You listened as the sound of water filled up the cup, the only frequency added to the quiet, dimly lit room. You pulled your head back to chug the beverage before heading to the sink to wash it out.

Just as you turned the faucet off, you paused, a sudden warmth appearing behind you as the person closed in on your form. You’re frozen, locked between the arms of the presence who pressed their palms on the counter. You could feel the hot air of their breath against your neck.

“Never turn your back. Always keep them in sight or else it’ll show vulnerability.”

You swiftly set the glass in the sink before rounding your body to face the intruder, your lower back pressed against the edge of the counter as you leaned against your palms.

A male with red hair sweeping over his face eyed you, patterned ears pressed forward as the sharp gaze of his pink irises studied you. He gave you a quizzical look as his tail flicked at a swift pace.

A jaguar hybrid.

You stared back, your own gaze sharp as you stood your ground. Your brows were slightly furrowed, though you kept your expression as stoic as you could.

He hummed, tilting his head as he leaned in closer. “I can smell the fear radiating off of you,” he began, tongue gliding over his lips. “Think you can hide it from me, babysitter?” he mused, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

You didn’t respond, holding your gaze as you subtly positioned yourself to stand taller. His eyes flicked over you before a subtle smirk curled on his expression. Suddenly, his hand snatched your jaw in a tight grip, the pointed ends of his claws poking your cheek as he observed you.

“It’s… irritating,” he murmured, a subtle drop in his amusement as his smirk twitched to a frown. “You humans think you’re so tough, don’t you? You couldn’t stand a chance against me.” A sharp pain ignited on your cheeks as you felt the tingling sensation of blood trickling down your skin.

Your hand grasped the wrist that held you, squeezing your fingers around the surface tightly as you snatched the hand away, the male releasing you as you held his hand up.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me,” you almost growled, ignoring the pounding of your heart as you leaned in closer. “I came here to do a job and you’re gonna let me, no matter how many times you guys try to intimidate me.”

His expression morphed, stunned at your words before he recollected his aloof demeanor, yanking his arm from your grip. “Interesting…” he purred, finally pulling back from you as he walked away.

Your eyes never left his form, even when he casually grabbed a bottled beverage from the fridge and gave you one last glance before leaving the kitchen.

You leaned against the counter with a hand grabbing your chest as you breathed heavily. You couldn’t deny the fear you had felt in that moment, the vulnerability of being stuck in that position against your will. It was terrifying. Especially since you knew that he was right.

Your fingers reached the trail of blood on your cheeks, some of the substance already in the drying process as you scoffed, “Great.”

“Need a hand?”

“You know I could’ve cleaned it myself, right?” you question as Isagi dabs the cotton against your wound. You wince as the alcohol tingles against your skin, causing a sharp stinging sensation to appear.

He gives you a pointed look. “Tch. Just shut up and let me do it,” he mutters, standing between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter. “Not like you even knew where to find the first aid anyway,” he continued.

An eyebrow raises on your expression as his tail lazily sways behind him. “I could’ve figured it out.”

He ignores you, continuing with the finishing touches after he patches the scars. “You’re as difficult as Chigiri.”

You scoff. “Is that his name? What’s up with him? Actually, what’s wrong with all of you?” You decide to push for answers. The energy of the room is light, and the added intake of your pen makes you a little bolder.

Isagi’s gaze shifts to yours as he closes the kit. “What are you getting at?”

“Your weird behavior from earlier. You guys were so ominous. It was creepy. Especially your cryptic warning.”

He scoffs. “Oh, that? I was just being honest. Can’t speak for the others, though.”

You hum, confusion morphing on your face as you watch him sniff the air. Your body freezes as his hand dips into the pocket of your pajama bottoms.

“Hey—!”

You’re surprised to see your pen in his hand. Without permission, he brings the tip to his mouth, sucking the fumes in before he inhales once more, puckering his lips to exhale a large puff of vapor.

You grab the device from him as you tilt your head. “You smoke flower?”

He shrugs. “When the master gives me some,” he responds, pulling back to allow you to hop off the counter. “We’re more human than you think, Y/n.”

Time passes, and you have become quite accustomed to your environment, adjusting to the strange rhythm of your new life with the hybrid men. The atmosphere of the house became less intimidating and more comforting as you completed the tasks asked of you. It was interesting to notice the change in behavior between the men as they grew accustomed to your presence.

Bachira was obvious with his affection. He spent the most time in your presence, following you around as you completed the daily tasks of cooking and cleaning up after them. His physical affection seemed to grow by the day, as he was always hooking an arm around you or pulling you into an embrace as you worked. He enjoyed teasing you and pulling reactions out of you. He also liked to steal your pen from you and either hide it or take his own hits, almost draining the entire thing just to set you off.

Nagi was slightly more subtle with his affection, but he enjoyed challenging you, testing your will and seeing how much you could endure before snapping at him. It was a game used to fulfill his boredom. He was surprisingly as touchy as Bachira, though more in the bedroom when you’d both fall asleep or if he was playing a game on his device. He’d curl against you or even on you if he caught you lounging around. He also liked to steal small hits from your pen, without asking for permission.

Rin was more distant, watching you with a detached curiosity as he studied you. When no one else was around, he’d engage in quiet conversations with you, observing your responses and using them to learn more about you. He was attracted to your resilience, making him respect you more than he did initially when you first met.

Isagi was a little more hands-on than the rest, always ready to offer a helping hand during your tasks or making sure that you were well taken care of despite your position as his monster-sitter. Though he teased you about your human nature, his demeanor softened every time you reacted with defense. He enjoyed your company and especially took it as a challenge if you showed a little more attention to the other men.

With Chigiri, you took the initiative to aid in his comfortability with your presence. You put in a little more effort in making sure he was treated with care and attention. You knew that despite his cold exterior, he was a sensitive, vulnerable man under that facade. When he noticed the gestures, he became attracted to your supplementary attention and admired your ability to act despite intimidation. He had a habit of following you around, though, like Rin, remaining at a distance while Bachira, Nagi, and Isagi were all over you.

Unknown to you, their affection for you grew in ways they’d never imagined it could for a human. They’d flown through sitter after sitter, and it all ended the same—with a gory murder and their stomachs full of raw, human remains. They wanted a taste of you, but in a different manner than with normal visitors.

That’s why that moment was so…

Disheartening.

“If one starts acting affectionate, resist the urge to reciprocate. It’s not love…”

It had been a normal day for the most part. The television was on, streaming an adult cartoon show that you all enjoyed watching—or that they were entertained by your enjoyment of the show. Bachira had his arms hooked around one of yours as he curled up next to you on the couch. Nagi had his head on your lap, eyelids lowered as he was nearly asleep, relishing the sensation of your fingers combing through his strands.

Chigiri sat on the floor beside your leg with his knees propped against his chest, while Isagi sat on your other side with an arm hooked around your leg and his head leaning against you. Rin stood behind the couch, leaning over as he rested his arms against the surface, quietly chewing gum.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, catching everyone’s attention. When you answered the phone, they noticed the subtle change in your voice. It was higher-pitched with excitement—and, worst of all—affection. They paused as they listened to the casual conversation, as if you were catching up with someone dearest to you. They could hear a male’s voice distantly as you held the device to your face.

Once you pressed the end button, you paused, finally noticing that all eyes were on you.

“Y/n, who was that?” Rin asked, his tone quizzical but with an underlying edge that sent a chill up your spine.

You raised an eyebrow at their demeanor. “Just my boyfriend,” you shrugged.

“…It’s possession.”

It didn’t make sense… not with the compatibility of the chemical reaction they all have with you.

The room went eerily silent, the only sound being the pulsing of your heartbeat against your chest. Your instincts heightened, blood pumping through your veins as adrenaline surged through your body. The eyes of the men glowering at you did little to ease your anxious discomfort as you felt a weight of pressure in your lower stomach.

You could feel the tightening grip of Bachira’s claws around your arm, pressing against your skin painfully. Isagi’s hand also gripped your leg, compressing the dermis as the pointy tips of his nails pricked the surface. Nagi stretched, sitting upright in the process as he positioned himself on the couch to face you, one leg propped while the other hung over the seat.

Why are they looking at me like that?

You couldn’t tell if it was a hallucination of yours or if their eyes were truly glowing with an emotion you had never seen from them before. The rapid flick of their tails was unsettling—unnerving. It made the hairs on your skin stand tall as you tried to make sense of the sudden circumstance.

“Guys… is everything okay?”

The woman exhaled sharply as she unlocked the door. It had been a prolonged month—more extensive than usual. She had expected to hear a call from at least one or two of her monsters—waiting to hear of their boredom after the finished consumption of their new meal—but when she hadn’t seen any notifications, a sudden realization struck her.

And it was confirmed as soon as she walked into her own living room.

As she rounded the corner of the sofa, the display of sudden domination and territorial marking was exhibited right in front of her very eyes. You were sprawled on the marble floor, cheek pressed against the ground as a hand gripped the back of your neck. Your bottom half was pointed high in the air, knees pressing against the surface as tears streamed down your face.

Behind you was the teal-eyed male, who pierced the inside of your vagina with an abrupt compulsion that had your body rocking against his at a brutal pace. Despite biting your lip to refrain from any noises escaping you, the grunts and whimpers slipped through your throat amongst the heavy breathing of the men surrounding you.

They were kneeling, lower halves exposed as they sat patiently, waiting for the moment to claim you and your body. The woman could see the thickness of their cocks pumped full of blood, the pink hue of their tips gleaming behind the white substance that leaked from their rounded heads, pulsating as they refrained from touching themselves.

They were supposed to have eaten her, not gained an attachment. You must’ve been a human of higher quality.

Suddenly, Rin aimed deeper by curving the bridge of your spine as he thumped against your g-spot, the sensation of the electricity surging through the extended depth of your pussy ached as it had your jaw locked open, nose scrunching, and eyes rolling.

The woman hummed, tilting her head as she saw the notification on your phone. Grabbing the device, she eyed the contact name labeled ‘boyfriend’ before clicking her tongue. “Now that won’t do.”

This must’ve set them off.

She swiped to answer the phone, walking into the distance. “Sorry, this is not Y/n. She’s busy with a couple of tasks and asked me to answer.”

There was a pause before she continued. “I would love to invite you over for dinner tonight! You know, as a thanks to your lovely Y/n for helping take care of my little monsters.”

The gleam in her eyes shimmered mischievously as she grinned. “That’s perfect. See you tonight.”

—𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

—𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍

wc: 1111

Kind and reliable.

That’s the energy that radiated from your boyfriend, Kairo. It’s what you loved about him—the light-heartedness, the reassurances, and the stability. Despite his carefree demeanor, you had never seen him obtain such a somber expression except for when he had warned you against taking the monster-sitting job.

He couldn’t deny the feeling of impending doom when you had confirmed the meeting with the suspicious woman—especially when he had seen the amount of cash she had given you. An under-the-table, illegal job that pays a tremendous sum would strike anyone as an opportunity that was too good to be true.

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[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♪

༺ Exotic Trouble ༻

Oneshot ~ Tokyo Revengers x Female Reader

Summary ~ You accept a job offer for monster-sitting exotic cat hybrids, only to realize they’re far older—and more dangerous—than expected.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, and the Haitani Brothers

Extra Notes ~ Jujutsu Kaisen’s Version - Blue Lock’s Version

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr, ao3, wattpad, subscribestar, and patreon. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

|| Warning ||

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Desperation can drive anyone to make impulsive, unexpected choices in search of a solution to their misfortune. For you in particular, this appeared to be accepting an under-the-table job offer for monster-sitting five hybrids—something that is highly illegal and should only be handled by a professional. Due to the dire consequences that could affect your person and overall well-being, the pay is relatively high and could solve your overgrowth of debt.

This agreement brings you to the front door of the grand structure—a gothic-designed mansion that stands tall. The manor has a modernized, Victorian exterior that exudes a brooding and menacing presence. Despite the gloomy guise, pigmented colors of pink, purple, and blue surround the land as flowers spread throughout the lush, fern-green shrubs and grass.

You exhaled sharply, echoes of the informal meeting you had with your employer swirling through your mind.

The woman’s voice is low amongst the sea of voices that echo throughout the crowd of people who sit in the small diner. Her fingers are entangled over the table, eyes narrowed and sharp as she sat upright in the booth. “First rule, do not speak first.”

You use the key that she had given you to proceed with unlocking one of the wooden doors, taking a cautious step forward as you entered the building.

An eyebrow raises at the statement in curiosity. “If you don’t mind me asking, why?” you question, arms crossed over the table as your head tilts slightly.

The interior design is a little less ominous, the brighter colors of the walls and marble flooring contrasting with the darkness that radiated outside. The crisp air kissed your skin, goosebumps protruding from the hair follicles of your arms. There’s a tint of cinnamon that swirls satisfyingly with the scent of vanilla. Your head turns as you observe the antique monuments and pillared surfaces that lined the foyer.

Before you can make your way to the spiral steps, your body stiffens, the sensation of a ghostly presence suddenly appearing behind your form. Their breathing is hollow against your neck as the hold on your duffel bag’s strap tightens.

She ignored your question, continuing with her list of expectations. “Second, if one approaches closely, do not make any sudden movements.”

You naturally hold your breath, brows raised as you look ahead. The beating of your heart is the only sound you hear, aside from the slight ringing of your ears as your pulse hammers. You want to move, to turn around and run out the door. Your instincts are erratic, thoughts racing through your head as the dire scenarios play out.

The male hummed. “No reaction?” His voice is a low murmur as if he was speaking to himself. The amusement is subtle behind the curiosity.

“Hah… I’m a little disappointed,” he exhaled through his nose. You could hear the smirk in his statement as the warmth of his body disappeared.

Your brows furrow as you take a look at the man who stood in front of you. His black strands run down to his shoulders, sweeping over one side of his face as blonde ears protrude from his head. A tail of the identical color sways slowly as his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

A lion hybrid.

His eyes are naturally narrowed, large and black orbs that flick over your form as he examines you. The smirk is absent as you both stand across from each other.

Why is there a grown man standing here? I thought they were supposed to be children.

“You gonna tell me your name or what?” His tone is expectant, slightly commanding as he tilts his head. You can see the fangs poking through as he spoke.

“Third, speak minimally and stay out of their way,” the lady warns.

You swallowed. “Y/n.”

This is a problem. You were under the impression that you’d be monster-sitting hybrid children—not grown men. The kids were a lot less menacing than the adults, who are significantly stronger than regular humans.

He nodded in response, allowing the silence to spread as time passed with you standing in place. “Mikey,” he stated with finality in his voice.

You nod, tongue sliding over your lips as you readjust the strap on your shoulder. “Cool. I’m gonna set my stuff in the guestroom. You know where that is?”

Of course, he knows where that is, Y/n. He lives here.

He hesitated before a smirk cracked on his expression, a chuckle escaping as he jerked his head to the nearest hall. “That way. On the end to your right.”

You exhaled a small, “Thanks,” before walking, with urgency, to the bedroom.

You missed the side glance he gave you as you nearly jogged away, irises boring into your back as he stood in place.

You were ecstatic to escape from the tension between you and Mikey. The look in his eyes was intense, as if he was reading through you. You felt a chill crawl up your back at the memory while you continued to search for the bedroom.

Why do they need a monster-sitter when they’re not children?

You shook your head, disregarding the thought and replacing it with the cash that was handed to you. You figured that it would all be worth it. After all, your stay is only for a month. Initially, the timing seemed excessive, but for the payment you received, you’d stay for six months if you were asked.

Once you found the correct door, your hand wrapped around the knob before you pushed it open.

You yelped in surprise as you saw two men on the bed. One male, with long black-and-blonde hair that sprawled against the covers as he lay on his side, facing away from you. His patterned white ears sat neutrally as the matching tail curled over his thigh.

On the foot of the bed sat a man with blonde-and-blue hair. Similar ears to that of the male who slumbers, as well as the tail that sways behind him. He’s balanced on the palm of his hands, sitting on one of his legs, with the other foot meeting the ground. His head tilts slightly as his gaze slowly shifts to you.

Snow leopard hybrids.

“Oi, Ran,” he mutters, purple irises shifting up and down your form. “We’ve got company.”

Your eyes shift to the man who groans softly, stretching his arms and legs out as he turns over to face you, gradually lifting his upper body as he scoots to sit upright. “Oh really?” he purred, a sly smile reaching his tired gaze.

You hesitate as you stand in the doorway. “Is this not the guest room?” you questioned, stunned at the unexpected residents.

The males exchanged glances before shifting their gazes back to you. You tense as they both stood from the mattress, making their way toward you as their tails swayed slowly.

Suddenly, the taller one snatches your wrist, yanking you further into the room as his head dips low. You tug against his iron grip as he sniffed your neck. You were so distracted by the male in front of you that you failed to notice the shorter man’s movement as he grabbed your other arm to sniff your wrist.

Ran hummed. “Smells a little too sweet for lunch,” he mused, lifting his head away from you as his eyes reached his brother. “What do you think, Rin? Should we eat dessert before dinner?”

Your blood runs cold.

Another fact about hybrids is that they don’t eat normal kibble or wet food. They are carnivores who like to hunt their prey, despite being half human. The monster aspect of them overrides any lingering humanity.

“Do not react to provocation. They will test you for weakness,” the woman states before taking a sip from the mug.

“She’s too plain. Probably lacks any flavor,” Rin murmured, the sharp ends of his claws poking your skin.

“Asshole,” you exhaled, accidentally.

Dammit! Why the fuck would I even say that?

You hadn’t meant for the insult to slip through your lips. It was ideal for them to think that you wouldn’t be a tasty meal. You were supposed to remain stoic and emotionless so they wouldn’t gain any interest in bothering you.

Both males move back slightly, a stunned look appearing on their expressions as they exchange a glance. Once Ran’s irises shift to yours, a slow smile curled on his face, fangs gleaming. “Oh? What was that?”

“Yeah, I didn’t hear ya the first time,” Rin mused, eyes narrowing as his grip tightened.

“You guys done terrorizing our baby-sitter?”

Your eyes shift to the newcomer who leans against the doorway. His arms are crossed, one ear upright as the front, blonde strands of his hair frames his facial structure. His striped tail is upright, curled at the end. You notice the symbol of a tiger tattooed on his neck.

His golden irises shift between you and the two hybrids while his expression remains unreadable.

Rin scoffed. “Terrorizing?” he muttered, an eyebrow raising. “Don’t you think that’s a stretch, Kazutora?”

Ran hummed. “We’re just havin’ some fun,” he mused, smile remaining lazy as he released you.

Kazutora wasn’t convinced. An eyebrow raises as a smirk curled on his face. “Yeah, okay.”

Ran chuckled as the younger rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m bored of this anyway,” Rin said, tone dripping with indifference as he walked towards the exit.

Ran followed, slightly turning his head back to you with a heavy-lidded gaze. “See ya around.”

After the snow leopards make their leave, your gaze flicks to Kazutora, body remaining stiff, though a breath of relief exhales through your lips. You figured that speaking first in this instance could be acceptable considering the situation.

You swallowed. “Thanks for that,” you say, politely, despite the underlying cautiousness lingering in your tone.

Kazutora doesn’t respond. There’s an unsettling, hollow gaze that replaced his mischievous smirk from earlier. It was empty, devoid of any emotion as he stared at you, tail flicking lazily behind him.

You couldn’t help but feel like a prey being observed by a predator. The hairs on your skin stood straight as your heart continued to thump against your chest. Despite the lingering anxiety, you stood—calm and collected—as you faced him head on, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Avoid eye contact for more than three seconds. Anything longer is considered a challenge,” the employer stated.

You understand the protocol, however, you must prove to the beasts that you’re not going to tread around carefully. You have a job to complete, a task to handle, and money to earn. You’re going to finish this assignment whether the hybrids intimidate you or not.

It seems as though Kazutora received the message loud and clear. The sudden change of your demeanor caused a puckish smile to grow on his expression. You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of his ambience.

“Take it easy while you can,” he hummed, tone playful and teasing, but the underlying warning peering from the statement. “We don’t ask for much… just don’t be boring.”

You stood in place as you watched him walk out of the doorway. For a moment, you contemplated his remark, attempting to read into the truth that hides behind the words he spoke.

When midnight finally arrived, you found yourself wide awake as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. Despite the comfort of the soft, warm bed, you couldn’t elude the alertness of your instincts.

You tossed the covers off your form before swinging your legs over the mattress. You swiftly tugged on a pair of socks before walking out of the bedroom. As you crept down the corridor, the cool air brushed against your dermis as you entered the foyer, mindlessly rounding the corner to find the kitchen.

Your aim was to grab a glass of water to quench your thirst and soothe your parched throat in the process. You had been nervous to make your presence known throughout the night, so you stayed put, awaiting the morrow when you would inevitably have to complete the tasks you were assigned to.

Unfortunately, your need for a substance to drink became overbearing, especially after your minor usage of the dab pen you brought to relax your nerves. You figured that all the men should be asleep at this time, so you shouldn’t run into anyone.

A gradual exhale slipped through your lips as you flicked the light switch on, content that you had successfully found the kitchen without getting lost. You rummaged through each cabinet until you found a glass before heading to the refrigerator to press the button.

You listened as the sound of water filled up the cup, the only frequency added to the quiet, dimly lit room. You pulled your head back to chug the beverage before heading to the sink to wash it out.

Just as you turned the faucet off, you paused, a sudden warmth appearing behind you as the person closed in on your form. You’re frozen, locked between the arms of the presence who pressed their palms on the counter. You could feel the hot air of their breath against your neck.

“Never turn your back. Always keep them in sight or else it’ll show vulnerability.”

You swiftly set the glass in the sink before rounding your body to face the intruder, your lower back pressed against the edge of the counter as you leaned against your palms.

A male with long blonde hair faced you, patterned ears pressed forward as the sharp gaze of his blue irises peered through the platinum eyelashes that framed his lids. Two scars lined the corners of his lips as he gave you a quizzical look, tail flicking at a swift pace while he examined you.

A jaguar hybrid.

You stared back, your own gaze sharp as you stood your ground. Your brows were slightly furrowed, though you kept your expression as stoic as you could.

He hummed, tilting his head as he leaned in closer. “I can smell the fear radiating off of you,” he began, tongue gliding over his lips. “You tryin’ to hide it from me, babysitter?” he mused, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

You didn’t respond, holding your gaze as you subtly positioned yourself to stand taller. His eyes flicked over you before a wicked grin curled on his expression. Suddenly, his hand snatched your jaw in a tight grip, the pointed ends of his claws poking your cheek as he observed you.

“It’s annoying,” he hissed, a subtle drop in his amusement as the smile on his face twitched. “You humans think you’re so tough, huh? You couldn’t stand a chance against me.” A sharp pain ignited on your cheeks as you felt the tingling sensation of blood trickling down your skin.

Your hand grasped the wrist that held you, squeezing your fingers around the surface tightly as you snatched the hand away, the male releasing you as you held his hand up.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me,” you almost growled, ignoring the pounding of your heart as you leaned in closer. “I came here to do a job and you’re gonna let me, no matter how many times you guys try to intimidate me.”

His expression morphed, stunned at your words before he recollected his smirk, yanking his arm from your grip as the tip of his claw tapped against your forehead. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, Y/n,” he purred, finally pulling back from you as he walked away.

Your eyes never left his form, even when he casually grabbed a bottled beverage from the fridge and gave you one last glance before leaving the kitchen.

You leaned against the counter with a hand grabbing your chest as you breathed heavily. You couldn’t deny the fear you had felt in that moment, the vulnerability of being stuck in that position against your will. It was terrifying. Especially since you knew that he was right.

Your fingers reached the trail of blood on your cheeks, some of the substance already in the drying process as you scoffed, “Great.”

“Need a hand?”

“You know I could’ve cleaned it myself, right?” you question as Kazutora dabs the cotton against your wound. You wince as the alcohol tingles against your skin, causing a sharp stinging sensation to appear.

He gives you a pointed look. “Shut up and let me help you,” he mutters, standing between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter. “You wouldn’t have known where to find the first aid anyway,” he continued.

An eyebrow raises on your expression as his tail lazily sways behind him. “I could’ve figured it out.”

He ignores you, continuing with the finishing touches after he patches the scars. “You’re as difficult as Sanzu.”

You scoff. “Is that his name? What’s up with him? Actually, what’s wrong with all of you?” You decide to push for answers. The energy of the room is light, and the added intake of your pen makes you a little bolder.

Kazutora’s gaze shifts to yours as he closes the kit. “What do you mean?”

“Your weird behavior from earlier. You guys were so ominous. It was creepy. Especially your cryptic warning.”

He scoffs. “Oh, that? I was just telling the truth. I can’t speak for the rest of them.”

You hum, confusion morphing on your face as you watch him sniff the air. Your body freezes as his hand dips into the pocket of your pajama bottoms.

“Hey—!”

You’re surprised to see your pen in his hand. Without permission, he brings the tip to his mouth, sucking the fumes in before he inhales once more, puckering his lips to exhale a large puff of vapor.

You grab the device from him as you tilt your head. “You smoke flower?”

He nods. “When the master gives me some,” he shrugs, pulling back to allow you to hop off the counter. “We’re more human than you think, Y/n.”

Time passes, and you have become quite accustomed to your environment, adjusting to the strange rhythm of your new life with the hybrid men. The atmosphere of the house became less intimidating and more comforting as you completed the tasks asked of you. It was interesting to notice the change in behavior between the men as they grew accustomed to your presence.

Mikey was unpredictable. Some days, he would barely speak, but you could feel his eyes on you. His gaze was always intense and slightly curious as he’d munch on the dorayaki or lounge in whatever room you were in. He’d ask you to tie his hair or would curl up next to you while you both slept. He respected your resilience—the fact that you acted despite your underlying fear of them.

Kazutora was more obvious with his affection. He’d tease you, challenging you with playful jabs as he hung around you. Both of you would smoke together while he asked you different questions about your life outside of the mansion. Sometimes you’d catch his gaze on you, causing him to swiftly turn away with warmth covering his face. He loves that you make him feel just as human as you—matching his energy with your emotional edge that satisfies his need for emotional intimacy.

The Haitani brothers were direct with their interest. Much like Mikey, Ran would have you play with his hair, whether braiding the strands or brushing through the tangles. He’d also sleep near you or pull you in for naps, even if you were in the middle of cooking their meals or cleaning up after them. Rin was more distant, though his eyes stayed on you. When he wasn’t being observant, he’d spend time teasing or making fun of you. Sometimes even giving you an unexpected compliment just to chuckle from catching you off guard.

Sanzu was both an enigma and a challenge. You quickly realized that the jaguar’s attention wasn’t one to be easily ignored. If he wasn’t watching you from afar or stalking you despite your knowledge of his presence, he’d act out in a way to gain a reaction from you—whether it be brushing up against you, sadistically leaving marks on your skin, or teasing you with testing remarks or taunts, he’d find one way or another to receive your attention. He could also be cold and distant, a huge contrast to his normal demeanor.

Unknown to you, their affection for you grew in ways they’d never imagined it could for a human. They’d flown through sitter after sitter, and it all ended the same—with a gory murder and their stomachs full of raw, human remains. They wanted a taste of you, but in a different manner than with normal visitors.

That’s why that moment was so…

Disheartening.

“If one starts acting affectionate, resist the urge to reciprocate. It’s not love…”

It had been a normal day for the most part. The television was on, streaming an adult cartoon show that you all enjoyed watching—or that they were entertained by your enjoyment of the show. Mikey had his arms hooked around one of yours as he curled up next to you on the couch. Ran had his head on your lap, eyelids lowered as he was nearly asleep, relishing the sensation of your fingers combing through his strands.

Sanzu sat on the floor beside your leg with his knees propped against his chest, while Kazutora sat on your other side with an arm hooked around your leg and his head leaning against you. Rin stood behind the couch, leaning over as he rested his arms against the surface, quietly chewing gum.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, catching everyone’s attention. When you answered the phone, they noticed the subtle change in your voice. It was higher-pitched with excitement—and, worst of all—affection. They paused as they listened to the casual conversation, as if you were catching up with someone dearest to you. They could hear a male’s voice distantly as you held the device to your face.

Once you pressed the end button, you paused, finally noticing that all eyes were on you.

“Y/n, who was that?” Rin asked, his tone quizzical but with an underlying edge that sent a chill up your spine.

You raised an eyebrow at their demeanor. “Just my boyfriend,” you shrugged.

“…It’s possession.”

The room went eerily silent, the only sound being the pulsing of your heartbeat against your chest. Your instincts heightened, blood pumping through your veins as adrenaline surged through your body. The eyes of the men glowering at you did little to ease your anxious discomfort as you felt a weight of pressure in your lower stomach.

You could feel the tightening grip of Mikey’s claws around your arm, pressing against your skin painfully. Kazutora’s hand also gripped your leg, compressing the dermis as the pointy tips of his nails pricked the surface. Ran stretched, sitting upright in the process as he positioned himself on the couch to face you, one leg propped while the other hung over the seat.

Why are they looking at me like that?

You couldn’t tell if it was a hallucination of yours or if their eyes were truly glowing with an emotion you had never seen from them before. The rapid flick of their tails was unsettling—unnerving. It made the hairs on your skin stand tall as you tried to make sense of the sudden circumstance.

“Guys… is everything okay?”

The woman exhaled sharply as she unlocked the door. It had been a prolonged month—more extensive than usual. She had expected to hear a call from at least one or two of her monsters—waiting to hear of their boredom after the finished consumption of their new meal—but when she hadn’t seen any notifications, a sudden realization struck her.

And it was confirmed as soon as she walked into her own living room.

As she rounded the corner of the sofa, the display of sudden domination and territorial marking was exhibited right in front of her very eyes. You were sprawled on the marble floor, cheek pressed against the ground as a hand gripped the back of your neck. Your bottom half was pointed high in the air, knees pressing against the surface as tears streamed down your face.

Behind you was the blonde-and-blue-haired male, who pierced the inside of your vagina with an abrupt compulsion that had your body rocking against his at a brutal pace. Despite biting your lip to refrain from any noises escaping you, the grunts and whimpers slipped through your throat amongst the heavy breathing of the men surrounding you.

They were kneeling, lower halves exposed as they sat patiently, waiting for the moment to claim you and your body. The woman could see the thickness of their cocks pumped full of blood, the pink hue of their tips gleaming behind the white substance that leaked from their rounded heads, pulsating as they refrained from touching themselves.

They were supposed to have eaten her, not gained an attachment. You must’ve been a human of higher quality.

Suddenly, Rin aimed deeper by curving the bridge of your spine as he thumped against your g-spot, the sensation of the electricity surging through the extended depth of your pussy ached as it had your jaw locked open, nose scrunching, and eyes rolling.

The woman hummed, tilting her head as she saw the notification on your phone. Grabbing the device, she eyed the contact name labeled ‘boyfriend’ before clicking her tongue. “Now that won’t do.”

This must’ve set them off.

She swiped to answer the phone, walking into the distance. “Sorry, this is not Y/n. She’s busy with a couple of tasks and asked me to answer.”

There was a pause before she continued. “I would love to invite you over for dinner tonight! You know, as a thanks to your lovely Y/n for helping take care of my little monsters.”

The gleam in her eyes shimmered mischievously as she grinned. “That’s perfect. See you tonight.”

—𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

—𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍

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Kind and reliable.

That’s the energy that radiated from your boyfriend, Kairo. It’s what you loved about him—the light-heartedness, the reassurances, and the stability. Despite his carefree demeanor, you had never seen him obtain such a somber expression except for when he had warned you against taking the monster-sitting job.

He couldn’t deny the feeling of impending doom when you had confirmed the meeting with the suspicious woman—especially when he had seen the amount of cash she had given you. An under-the-table, illegal job that pays a tremendous sum would strike anyone as an opportunity that was too good to be true.

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