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mikareo · 8 months

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“ ࣭⸰ ★ THE MOON SAYS HELLO. . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀呪術廻船; geto suguru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . part one of three ꒱ . . . word count; 3.6k

⊹ ⠀⠀despite his insistence on never falling in love, suguru fails to stop himself from becoming smitten with his best friend’s beloved. you’ve become a flicker of hope in his darkness— though you’re someone who can never and will never be his to have and to hold.

series contains; if gojo didn’t kill geto n geto was given a chance to redeem himself, redemption arc!geto, human caretaker!reader, kind of e2l but also not really, love triangle, gojo x reader, fluff, major angst, heartbreak, wedding at the end, swearing probably, geto refers to humans as monkeys per usual author's note; rewritten fic, will be 3 parts in total (i'm half done pls be patient w me im a slow writer...)

YEAR ONE, DAY ONE

His face is sore. So sore. It’s red, swollen, and sore after he’s spent the last three hours screaming in frustration with his current predicament. This is absurd, Satoru should’ve just killed him when he had the chance. Geto’s lost count of how many times his palms have slapped his own face; over and over again with wishes that he can wake up from this hellish nightmare the higher ups call ‘rehabilitation’— though he can somewhat still recall the first slap that he’d given himself around the half-hour mark. He’s got a pretty good memory…that doesn’t stop him from hoping his veins aren’t too noticeable as they angrily protrude from his forehead in crimson currents.

He’d rather be dead than imprisoned like this…like an animal…like one of those damn useless monkeys.

The intensity of his wails continue to bounce off of the barren walls— barren aside from the dark mark he’d punched in earlier— and echo like a party of lost ghouls in the bottom of an empty well. Geto feels like a mad man.

He’s only just begun his isolation and he’s already growing mad with boredom.

A huff escapes his lips as he plops himself down onto the twin-sized bed that’s nestled in the corner of his so-called ‘suite’. With linen sheets and a dark maroon comforter, it’s almost a cozy living situation; in another life, Geto could imagine himself cuddling beneath the covers with his favorite book and a soft record playing in the background for some ambience. That world is far far away now. Even if he asked for a record player, he doubts the higher ups would grant him one. He’s their most valuable prisoner, and they’re sure to keep him as miserable as possible until he’s one-hundred-percent pure hearted once more. However, despite their reluctance to grant him the things he wants, these aren’t the worst living arrangements he’s ever encountered and he knows that Gojo did his best to give him the best commodities he could to…well…a highly dangerous criminal.

This is the only path to forgiveness, he reminds himself, constantly trying to be optimistic about the utter absurdity of it all.

Optimism hasn’t been his specialty in a long time; anyone with a working pair of eyes would be able to deduce that, and he despises it. He’s quite rusty with the characteristic and has looked on the darker side for a while now— but wishes that he could be as reckless as he once was as a teenager. He can vividly remember how loud his laughter was with Gojo and Shoko, laughing as they chased each other throughout the school yard and using each other's cursed energy to their advantage in games of tag— but that would be near impossible now. His two best friends can barely look him in the eyes after the treason he’s committed. Gojo views him as a ticking time bomb and Shoko’s healed too many people to count that he’s harmed.

If he stepped one foot out of this room, he believes he’d be smothered on sight.

The Jujutsu Society fears Geto Suguru..

…and Geto Suguru fears himself.

In all fairness, he deserves everything that’s come to him. What he did was awful; mass murdering humans…trying to murder even more humans…harming innocent students…starting a war during the holiday season…the whole gist. There are obviously bad actions from the past that continue to haunt Geto to this day and will continue haunting him so long as he breathes— but that’s all it is now…the past. He wants redemption. He needs redemption. If Gojo managed to reach clarity within Geto’s awful decisions, then maybe he can too.

Geto wants to get better, to be better…not only for Gojo…but for himself.

This is exactly why he and his best friend has devised a plan, one that will hopefully help lead Geto on a better path— a five-year path that will only be completed if he truly wants it to, and a half a decade seems like quite a bit of time to most; but for Geto, he doesn’t know if it will be enough.

For Satoru…do it for Satoru…

He wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort his heart that beats with fear every second of every day. It’s been so long since he’s been hugged by another, and he doubts he’ll ever feel that love and comfort from someone in his life. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s been alone with his thoughts with no one else to turn to; and if he’s being honest, there’s nothing in the entire world that scares him more than his own mind.

“Geto Suguru?”

He doesn’t recognize that voice.

The soft sound comes from seemingly nowhere, startling Geto with a slight jump. Whomever it is sounds frail and weak, obviously intimidated by whom they’re going to be in the presence of in mere minutes; and Geto already finds nothing but annoyance at his new companion. Of course they’re going to have prior judgment. He bets you already hate him for the rumors and stories. He doesn’t really have a choice whether or not you come in, though. Gojo insisted on a caretaker— someone to talk to so he doesn’t go insane by himself— and Geto will do anything to make his best friend happy. So, he stands up and dusts his pants off, making sure to look more presentable, and stalks towards the entryway. His hand meets the knob, yanking it open, and ready to meet the stranger on the other side.

Standing before him is you, a woman around his age. You can’t possibly be older than twenty-six, but perhaps you’re a few years younger. In your hands are various sweets and snacks that Gojo knows Geto loves, balancing on a silver tray that shines more light in the room than he’d care for. The reflections dazzle straight into his eyes, blinding him briefly with a scowl on his face. Of course Gojo would know to send you in with his favorites. He’s so predictable. His best friend is less surprising than he thinks, causing Geto to roll his eyes to the top of his head; though he appreciates the kind gesture. It’s far past dinner, though. Gojo must’ve struggled to convince the others to allow him a proper meal.

“Don’t just stand there, monkey.” Geto commands whilst gesturing to the small dining table in the center of his confined space. “Come inside.”

The instant you stepped into his presence, it was horribly noticeable that you have no cursed energy. Zero. Not a lick of it…and he struggles to hide the disgust with his body language. He can’t help but be annoyed that a monkey such as yourself is going to be in his company for the next five years.

With his distaste for you clear as day, he pulls out a chair for himself and disregards the kind option of pulling out yours prior; expectantly looking towards you with the expectation that you’re going to serve him his meal like a servant.

“Well, monkey…” he trails off disinterested, “I’m waiting.”

You hustle towards him, quickly and efficiently placing the special grade sorcerer’s meal on the placemat before him and taking the empty seat opposite. There’s a small breath you’re holding in, Geto can see it in your throat— it’s suffocating you with fear for your life as your fingers lightly tap the dark wood in a nervous fit.

You’re completely pathetic. As if a monkey would ever have the courage to speak to him. This is ridiculous.

His hands slam against the table with a loud bang. “What are you doing?” he questions, heavily interrogating you as you cower in your seat like a meak mouse. “Does Satoru expect you to monitor my meals?”

He really is nothing but a prisoner, isn’t he?

“What damage could I possibly do with this slob that’s been served to me by the scum of the earth? Start a food fight in the halls? Overthrow the Jujutsu world with a biscuit?” (If that is the case, in your defense, the biscuits are quite hard. There must be a new kitchen hand in training who based them.) This is a horrible day.

As Geto impatiently awaits your answer, a deep breath escapes your lips— perhaps a way to soothe your heartbeat into something less than a record-breaking speed— and you attempt to focus your stress and fear into a fleeting moment of zen. Your large eyes shut for a total of three seconds; one, two, three…before opening again. This time, as his own eyes make contact with yours, they’re shining with slightly more confidence than before as you swallow hard and settle your gaze on Geto— the look in your eyes evolving from that of anxiety to empathy.

“Actually,” your lips rise into a thin smile, “Gojo Satoru didn’t send me here, the higher ups did.”

Your eyes search Geto’s for any signs of discomfort or inner rage that could be boiling beneath the surface of his poker face. It appears that he’s grown even stronger at hiding his true emotions towards humans; however, you can see through the veil. Yes, it’s thick and difficult to brush past, but there’s a slight opening in the center that you peek inside— and what you can see in his heart is a man who simply wants to finally do what’s right.

“The higher ups are aware that Gojo Satoru has a soft spot for you— hell, everyone who knows your name is aware that when it comes to you, he has no reason. He has no right of mind. I’m only here to monitor and report your progress in an honest manner. That’s it. That’s all. I promise I won’t intrude on your life more than necessary.”

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Geto Suguru…but you’re stuck with me.”

It’s as if his left and right sides are arguing between themselves. His good conscience says that he should give you a chance, perhaps you could be different than the monstrous humans that attempted to kill his beloved Mimiko and Nanako; while his bad conscience tells him to let out one of his cursed spirits to devour you where you stand. Listening to his right side would definitely get him his best case scenario…a chance to see his girls again…but the left side would be so much more enjoyable. Oh well. At least the higher ups sent someone somewhat his age and not an ancient and decaying corpse like themselves. That’s a disgusting thought. He’d rather be hugged by a hundred humans than be forced to befriend a higher up. A shiver runs through Geto’s spine as a newfound appreciation for you is birthed within him.

“Do you have a name?” Geto taunts as he begins to pick at his meal, slightly disgusted with the stale quality of some of the snacks but nevertheless thankful that he at least has something to subside his aching hunger. “Or should I just call you ‘monkey’ as I do with the rest of your kind?”

That sound?

You’re laughing?

Your giggles are surprisingly pleasant to Geto’s ears as they harmonize into a song that he can imagine himself listening to each morning. Why did you find that funny? He was quite literally insulting your entire existence. Geto is dumbfounded by the strange humor you seem to have, considering that he was being entirely serious with his question. Humans are so strange. He’s never really been able to understand how your peoples’ minds work, but perhaps he could begin to learn the basics. It’s not like he has anything better to do, and some entertainment would be nice.

He’ll keep you around…it wouldn’t hurt and you can be his companion kind of like a pet.

Pets are cute…

…your smile is cute too.

You smile once more, answering his question with a blush on your face. “Please,” your cheeks redden, “Call me by my name, Suguru.”

YEAR ONE, DAY NINETY-FOUR

“You’re late.” Geto crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling a large breath of air in a loud and annoyed huff as he attempts to seem seriously angered by his new friend’s awful timing.

It’s nearly twenty minutes past the time that you were supposed to be here; emphasis on supposed. He’s been waiting with his eyes staring at the clock, watching it tick and tick as the time passed by with no you knocking on his door. That’s twenty whole minutes of time in which he was forced to entertain himself rather than listen to your rambles and rants about whatever the latest scandal is in the outside world. You love that pop culture gossip stuff that social media and magazines rave about, and in a weird way, you somewhat remind him of his daughters— personality-wise…not attraction wise…that would be weird.

Over the past few months, Geto’s grown severely accustomed to the daily routine that you’ve developed, becoming so fond of you that he strangely pictures your smile and recalls your laughter when you aren’t even here. Friendship is a funny thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a friend like yourself; yes, Satoru will always be his closest confidant…but his relationship with you is different in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. He’s never considered anyone else the highlight of his every day like he does you. Your company is the kind of presence that he overwhelmingly enjoys; with such a positive and warm nature exuding comfort to Geto’s loneliness, and your judgment-free outlook on life rivaling his pessimism in a perfect mixture of negativity and optimism. He wishes he’d met you sooner, perhaps when he was a child— and if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out the way he did.

It’s too bad you would’ve only been an awful human to him back then…he would’ve called you his infamous nickname without batting an eye…a monkey…

…a mere monkey whom he never ever thought he’d develop unwanted feelings for.

For his entire life, Geto always told himself not to fall in love. That love isn’t real. It isn’t obtainable, not when there are people like Satoru in the world— people that you can’t help but love— and then people like him; people who you can’t help but hate. With that being said, he’s never necessarily been looking forward to any potential love matches in his future.

…no matter who he was involved with…

…until he met you.

“Sorry about that, Suguru!” you hustle through the doorway, your appearance a tangled mess with dusty dirt particles littered with gravel.

There’s a large scratch on your right cheek, not deep or in danger of infection in any way, but noticeable enough that he’s able to see it from a distance. Knowing you, it’s most likely accidentally self-inflicted in some sort of way; you being notorious for tripping or snagging your skin on the sharp end of a table. How do you always manage to be so uncoordinated? Geto can’t help but let out a short laugh, his eyes scrolling up and down your body and taking in your entire appearance, dirt and all. You even manage to make dirt look good. What the fuck? He hates this.

Your voice carries on as you approach him. “I was running on time, but then I saw this adorable shop downtown and I just had to make a stop.” The overexaggerated tone you hold is amusing as your hands wave through the air in a physical storytelling of your experience. The skin of your cheeks is flushed red from your sprint through the city, looking beautiful in resemblance to that of a blooming rose.

Geto can feel his own face heating up at the sight of you, choosing to shrug nonchalantly in an attempt to seem as if he doesn’t care at all about your dilemma…

…as if he doesn’t care about every second of your everyday…

…as if your overall excitement isn’t the only thing that truly keeps him going nowadays.

“You tell me these things as if what you do outside of this room matters to me.” He hopes his words mask his rising blush. (Spoiler alert: They don’t.)

Flawlessly, you brush off Geto’s phony disinterest without the slightest acknowledgement. It’s as if the phrase had never even left his lips, with no evidence and proof of insult. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence when the topic of what you do when you’re not with him comes up in conversation, as the prisoner typically tries to ignore his interest in your daily shenanigans— and you can’t deny that it hurts. Most of the time, it feels as if Geto never actually listens to anything you say, and you were able to quickly realize that in the early weeks of your arrangement when the pain began to torment your heart; ripping and shredding it to bits with every eye roll and mocking scoff. You don’t seem to matter in Geto’s point of view. He doesn’t care…at least that’s what you believe.

In contrast to Geto, you’re an emotional spirit— you crave love.Love is all you’ve ever wanted, needed, and desired. In your time with him, you’ve developed inklings of feelings as well. However, you’ve chosen to let your feelings grow and blossom out of the dirtied patch of grass they were planted in— ignoring the warnings every single person in your life has given you in advance. Despite that, Geto continues to stomp on your budding flowers. He takes a heavy watering can, filled to the brim with hose water, and drowns your garden in the tears that you shed in the privacy of your bedroom. Those tears that are a never ending waterfall due to the fact that you know it isn’t your job to fall in love with your client. Your duty to Jujutsu Society is to help Geto learn to love humans and sorcerers as one in the same and to gain the trust of his community once more— not to love you.

“Okay, before you judge me, at least give me a chance to explain myself.” Stumbling towards Geto, you accidentally trip over your own feet in embarrassment, and proceed to hold out a single flower not yet in bloom. “It’s freshly cut. I saw a bouquet in the window and it caught my eye, because it reminded me of you; but I knew you’d hate a flashy bunch of them so I just bought the one.”

It reminded you of him?

Taking the gift into his own hands, Geto studies it intensely. The rose is a dark shade of red, crimson, or scarlet depending on your vocabulary. The petals are a brighter color while the plushness near the stem turns dark, more sinister as it approaches the thorns lining the sides. Just by looking at the rose, he can understand why it made you think of him. It’s gorgeous, but practically untouchable figuratively and literally. There’s only one angle that he can hold the stem at that doesn’t prick his fingers. Ouch. And he just did the very thing he was being so careful of avoiding.

All his life, he’s never been the kind of person who longed for gifts or compliments, but when coming from the right person…perhaps he is.

Whilst he struggles to come up with a reply— a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘i appreciate this’— you mentally applaud yourself as you’ve finally found a way to make him speechless…

…but your praise for yourself is short-lived.

He can’t be weak. Not even for you.“I guess it’s not terrible.” Geto throws the flower to the ground and lightly kicks it away with his right foot. As one of the beautiful petals drifts away from the lonely flower, he turns away, not being able to endure the heartbroken look on your face and the offended rose on the floor. Why does he have to be like this? “I’m sure that garbage is all a monkey like you can afford anyways.” Why is he so cruel?

His eyes clench shut as he hears the door begin to close. You’re so gentle even when upset. He admires that about you— you’re the calm to his ever-raging storm, the sailor to his tsunami, and the lifeboat to his wreckage— you’re the most pure-hearted person he knows, and you don’t deserve this awful anger he holds within him.

Is he…crying?

As tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Geto collapses against the wall with his knees buckling beneath him and his weight crumbling down to a pile of patheticness. He’s just a shell of a man undeserving of someone like you. Soft sobs escape his lips and silent cries fill the hollow room, absent of your joy, crying out until he notices the faint outline of the young rose beside him. With the flick of his hand, he snatches the flower off the ground and lifts the thorny plant with careful hands— finally and truly understanding your meaning behind the gift. This is how you see him? He’s dreadful and hurtful to others on the outside, prickling kind people away with his thorns…but when encouraged and supported, he has the potential to become something beautiful.

Someone that could one day be compared to the beauty that is of a blooming rose.

With the budding rose in his grasp, Geto sits alone. He realizes that he’s only able to become that person with the help of you. You’re the only person that has even come close to seeing him for who he truly is; aside from Satoru you’re the only person who would think of giving such a gift to the number one enemy of the Jujutsu world. You’re the only person who he’s ever come to feel true and honest romantic love towards.

Geto has to become better. Not only for himself and Satoru…but now, for you.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated! ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀i promise i'll post the next 2 parts soon pls be patient :3

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touchyluffy · 3 months

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After a hard fought battle, you were laying in bed your body covered in bandages. It was dark outside, the sun setting several hours ago, you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in bed. But every position you moved into hit another sore spot on your body. With a frustrated sigh, you figured you'd get no sleep tonight.

Suddenly your door opened and, figuring it was Chopper coming to check on you, you pretended to be asleep so your crewmate wouldn't worry. He had basically barricaded you in your bedroom earlier that night because rest is the best medicine. But the footsteps were louder than Chopper's and when the person spoke you knew it wasn't the reindeer.

"I know you're not asleep." Luffy said, not worried about disrupting the quiet night. His finger tapping your forehead. You open your eyes, adjusting to the darkness to find your captain standing next to your bed.

"Get out, you-" You pulled the covers up around your body and were about to make a sassy remark when you see his eyes looking over your body covered in bandages, his face shrouded in worry.

"Luffy?" You asked, your voice coming out hoarse. It was not common to see his expression so deeply concerned. His name did not disrupt his search. He was so quiet, so observant, so unlike himself you almost thought you were dreaming. You rubbed your eyes and, after still finding him there, said his name again. He eyes met yours.

He finally spoke, "Can I sleep here tonight?"

You stared at him with your mouth hung open. Of the many things you knew about Monkey D. Luffy you can always count on him to be two things - unpredictable and blunt.

Seeing your confused expression, he explained, "You got hurt. I couldn't sleep thinking about it. I thought I could sleep here. With you."

He trailed off, his words seeming to surprise even himself. You searched him now, wondering who this was and who replaced your captain, but all you saw in his brown eyes was concern. Your captain had no perverted intentions.

Eventually, you nodded at him, moving over in the bed to make room for him.

Luffy's relieved smile lit up your dark bedroom and he set his hat down gently on your bedside table. Your heart did a flip when he moved the covers back, slowly stretching out his body in the bed and laying his head down on your second pillow.

He smiled at you, "Thank you." He closed his eyes and almost immediately started snoring.

You laughed quietly and settled yourself under the covers. Somehow your bed seemed more comfortable than it was before, your body feeling lighter and not covered in bruises. You moved your hand over Luffy's and closed your eyes, finally able to sleep.

Bonus: the next morning, Chopper walks into your room his hoofs full of bandages and medicines that all go clattering to the floor when he sees you and the captain in bed together. His shocked scream alerting the rest of the crew and waking you up, Luffy sleeps through your nervous, overexplaining of the scene.

part two

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gojotojis · 4 months

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Dracula pt.2

part one

summary: because of yours and Sukunas actions, there’s a consequence that threatens to ruin everything

pairing: sukuna as Dracula x fem reader

content MDNI: abuse,Dracula, vampires, unplanned pregnancy, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, death, mentions of abuse, violence, fingering, arranged/forced marriage,

Your hands cling to the ring handles of the door as Naoya grabs you by the legs in attempts to pull you away. You refuse to let go as your wedding guests watch you throw a tantrum. You scream loud enough to pierce the air like a banshee and everyone’s clutching their ears.

Mitsuki stares at you, like you’re the most amusing human she’s ever encountered. Your legs kick at Naoya but your grip doesn’t loosen.

“How is she so fucking strong?” He hisses using his body weight to pull you and you scream more, you don’t care how insane you look. You’re not leaving with him and nobody can make you.

Devastation hits you when strong hands grab yours and easily pluck them from the door. You claw at him until your arms are wrapped around his neck, feet kicking Naoya in the face so your legs are free to wrap around Sukuna.

You cling to him like a monkey that was nearly drowned. His arms remain at his sides as he walks with you. The guest in attendance stare in shock that he’s allowing this.

“Must you be so difficult?” He asks with amusement in his voice.

“Please don’t make me go, please. I’ll do anything, I’ll behave I promise, I’ll stop leaving books everywhere and I won’t laugh at you ever again” you plead.

“You knew the deal,” he says.

“You’re The Count, deals don’t matter unless you say so” you remind him and he hums.

“Nine and ten moons acting like a child, what will your husband think?” He asks.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t marry him to think” you say and his chest vibrates, you think he’s going to laugh but he doesn’t as his hands grip your thighs to pull you off of him. You squeeze tighter.

“Come on little mouse, it’s time to go” he says using his genuine strength to pull you off of him. Naoya pulls you to him and Sukuna walks away.

“Sukuna” you cry and for the briefest of seconds he pauses.

You’re hauled into the carriage with no one to save you.

4 months later

Your feet hit the dirt, dress snagging at the branches from the trees. Your lungs burn as you watch the flames from the torches disappear. You can still hear the shouting and the hounds sniffing for you.

“Come out murderer!” Naobito yells. You tremble feeling the ice cold air freeze your skin. Thunder rumbles and you panic as rain patters, beating against your flesh.

“She’ll freeze to death, let her die out here” Jinchi says as you hide behind a tree, hand clasped over your mouth.

“She killed my son”Naobito grits.

You try to think of what to do, one thing comes to mind and it’s easily the worst decision you can make but the only one that may protect you.

You run for Sukunas castle, hissing as twigs and rocks imbed themselves in the soles of your feet. Your dress is shredded by the time you reach the massive double doors. Your fist beat against the door as you freeze to death. You bang desperately until Mitsukis opening the door, she pulls you in as water drips from your body creating a puddle on the floor.

“You’re freezing”she says guiding you up the stairs and to your old room. She pulls out one of your nightgowns and strips you. She inhales at the bruises that cover your body. Her fingers graze your black eye and then your busted lip, eyes lingering on the purple hand print that marks your neck.

Her eyes widen when they land on your stomach, round and swollen. You turn away from her and slip into the dress. You climb into the bed shaking and she sits beside you.

“What did you do?” You hear his voice before you see him striding into the room shirtless, drops of blood on his bare chest.

“I slit his throat”you breathe. Your husband was violent, and the night he realized you were pregnant with a child that wasn’t his, he beat you for it. Then he beat you to force you into obedience.

“Let me heal you”he says and you glare.

“I don’t want your blood, you’ve done enough. I begged you not to make me marry him, I begged you not to let him take me and you did. Now I’m as good as dead once the Zenin find me,” you hiss as he bites into his wrist.

“Still a volatile little brat” he says, gripping the back of your head and forcing you to drink from him. You fight against him but his strength is too much. You feel the liquid slide down your throat and you become delirious. Your head hits the pillows as your eyes close.

Your eyes open to three women staring down at you, fangs on display as they twist and tug on the strands of your hair. One pokes at your cheek and they giggle.

“She’s pretty” one whispers.

“She smells so good” another moans.

“She’s pregnant” the third says, her claws drag up your belly and you smack her hand away.

“What did I tell you about touching things that are mine?”you hear from the doorway and the women pull away.

“But we’re hungry” they cry in unison.

“Then chase a goat, I’ve had it up to here with you three”he says and they run off.

He walks toward you, eyes narrowing in on your protruding stomach. Your arm wraps around it, refusing to let him near her as you crawl to the furthest part of the bed.

“You sleep like the dead” he comments but you don’t answer him nor do you look at him and it drives him crazy.

“You can ignore me but we’re stuck together till that brat is born”he says and your head snaps to him, eyes enraged.

“She’s not a brat, she’s just a baby and you will not have her for she does not belong to you,” you say watching him stalk to your side of the bed.

His fingers lift your chin up and his claw taps the skin.

“There’s nothing in this world that’s going to stop me from killing it, not even you can save it from that,” he says, his voice is dark and any traces of Sukuna are gone, this is solely Dracula talking.

“She’s not Naoya’s” you whisper and his brows raise.

“You were unfaithful?” he asks, that doesn’t sound like you but then again what did he know. You despised your husband the moment you met him, it was clear you’d never love him.

“No, I’ve only slept with one man” you breathe and the air escapes his lungs. His eyes flick from yours to your stomach and then back.

“She’s yours, Sukuna”you say hesitantly grabbing his hand to splay it across your belly. Something appears in his eyes but is gone as soon as he pulls his hand away like you’ve burned him.

“What did you do?!” He yells and you flinch.

“I didn’t do anything, it just happened. You were there just as much as I was. You can’t hurt her, she’s your daughter” you whisper.

Daughter.

The word feels foreign, mundane and prettifying.

His instincts are to wrap his hands around your throat but he fights them and leaves the room.

“He won’t hurt her, he won’t” you tell Mitsuki at dinner. She’s still in shock at the news you’re carrying her niece. Sukunas never slept with someone and not killed them after, this is the consequences of his actions.

“He killed our family, if you think a child will change that then you’re mistaken,” she says. She’s never been one to sugarcoat anything and you like that about her but in your heart you believe she’s wrong.

When Sukuna had hurt you, he fought against his very own nature to be gentle, to kiss away your tears and apologize, not once but twice. There’s a part of him that cares and you know it, you’ve seen it.

At five months pregnant you grow concern, she still hasn’t moved. You thrum your fingers along your belly, gently tapping in hopes of getting her to kick but she doesn’t.

You whisper to her at night and sing to her but she’s unresponsive.

A sigh leaves you as you climb out of bed, and walk to the room down the hall. It’s been a month since he’s spoken to you, you don’t push it because you believe with time he’ll love her too.

The times you’ve been so close to talking to him at night, you hear the grunts from his room and turn away, certain he’s inside another woman but you shouldn’t care.

The door pushes open and to your surprise he’s alone sitting on the edge of his bed. Your eyes trail his muscular body and you hate how responsive it makes yours. Pregnancy’s made your lust grow, and not even your fingers are able to dull the ache between your legs.

His eyes look up and find yours before they stare at your belly. You slowly walk toward him to stand between his spread legs. He’s never been a weak man but there’s something about you that has him turning to putty in the palm of your hands and it’s not your blood.

He feels your belly pressed against his chest and he smells it, that sweet scent coming from your daughter. His eyes close, and your fingers slide their way through his hair, nails gently grazing his scalp.

“She’s not moving” you whisper and his eyes open.

“It’s fine” he says, listening to the steady thump of her heart mixed with yours, it’s like a melody. You sigh in relief as he stares at your stomach, there’s so much turmoil in his eyes.

“I want to name her Katalina, it means pure” you admit and he stiffens against you.

“You’re growing attached” he says and your fingers pull away from him.

“Why wouldn’t I? She’s our daughter,”.

Our.

“It. Is a mistake,” he says and you shake your head. You don’t regret any of it, not when you feel her grow inside of you. You grab his hand and force him to feel her.

You gasp when she kicks against his palm for the first time. The feelings is strange but beautiful. His face is stoic but his eyes look conflicted and she kicks again.

“She likes you,” you smile feeling his thumb graze over the spot she kicked.

“Don’t wander far” Mitsuki says as you walk along the garden. You nod in response kneeling to pluck flowers for your room.

“Do you know how to ride?” She asks as she pets the black mare named Juniper.

“No” you answer, gently setting the flowers in a basket.

She wants to say she’ll teach you but there’s no point, after Katalina’s born, they’ll send you away.

“She likes Sukuna” you tell her and her brows raise.

“And how would you know that?”.

“She only kicks for him,” you smile and her face softens. She finds herself wanting to care for the baby as much as you do but it’s useless. Sukuna has never had an issue killing his own flesh and blood, this will make no difference.

“Would you like to pet Juniper?” She asks and your ears perk up. You nod as you stand, holding your belly. You’ve never pet a horse before.

“Can I bru-“ your words are cut off at something hissing through the air. Pain explodes in your chest, you look down at the arrow protruding through your skin and blood pools from your mouth.

“Sukuna !” Mitsuki screams as your body hits the ground with a thud. Red eyes appear above you, his lips are moving but you can’t hear a word as you choke on blood.

He yanks the arrow from your chest and you scream. His fangs dig into his wrist and he holds them to your lips. There’s too much blood pooling in your throat for you to swallow.

Your brows pinch in anguish as your skin pales. He can hear your heart slowing before he drags his fangs across your wrist, splitting the skin open. Your wrists touch and his blood seeps into yours.

His hand rests against your belly and Katalina kicks, the thump of her heart so strong that he finds himself sighing in relief.

Mitsuki tears though the Zenin mercenaries sent to kill you as you roll on your side and cough out the blood. You gasp when you can breathe again.

“Is she okay?” You choke and he nods, lifting you into his arms and carrying you back inside.

“You care” you weakly smile, eyes closing.

The sound of lightning striking the ground has you tossing and turning until you’re out of bed and walking toward his room.

Only a few candles light the room as you enter and walk toward the bed. You pull back the covers and climb in. He turns to face you, and fingers graze your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, the concern to clear on his face. He’s losing this war.

“I can’t sleep” you say innocently.

“Katalina?” He asks and you smile wide.

“You said her name,” you point out.

“That doesn’t mean anything” he says making you shake your head.

“It’s okay to love her, I know you want to” you confess feeling his fingers brush against your belly under the covers. Katalina kicks and you giggle, his hand moves and she kicks again.

“She only kicks for you, she loves her papa” you say looking into his eyes. He’s scared and you can see it. You lean forward and gently kiss him, slowly pulling away. War is over when his lips find yours, his fingers run circles into your belly as your daughter kicks.

His tongue forces its way inside your mouth and licks at it, letting him get drunk off the taste of you. You moan against his lips, feeling him move to hover over you. Your legs spread to accommodate him and he breaks the kiss to pull your dress up.

His eyes look over your belly and his hand presses against it. Katalina kicks up a storm and he does the most human thing you’ve ever witnessed, he smiles. He hesitantly leans forward and presses a kiss to the skin earning a kick from his daughter.

He looks up at you and lets himself feel. You’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on, now full and carrying his child. He’s been utterly seduced, taken down by the one thing he was meant to kill.

His fingers touch your core, feeling how soaked you are. You inhale as he pushes a finger inside of you, eyes holding yours and you moan.

“There’s not a day I haven’t thought about this” he says pressing a kiss to your cunt and you bite your lip. He adds a second finger, moving slow and deep inside of you, pressing kisses to your belly and your inner thighs.

His thumb rubs furiously at your clit and you cry out, feeling yourself clench onto his fingers. Your legs shake as he continues until it’s too much. You slump against the bed as he moves to lay beside you.

“I need you inside of me” you say feeling his lips graze your forehead.

“I don’t want to hurt her” he says, thinking about how rough he had been taking your virginity.

“You won’t,” you assure him, he hesitantly gets back on and between your legs. He’s too far gone, with you and your daughter. He couldn’t hurt her if he tried, she’s a part of you that he’s grown to love. In those months you were away he was miserable and when he believed you to be pregnant with Naoyas child, he felt anger.

He can’t hate something that you made.

“Hurry” you say and his fingers graze your neck.

“Little brat” he says lining his cock up to your hole and gently thrusting home. The stretch will take getting use to but you moan once he’s fully inside of you. He doesn’t move and it annoys you as you sit up on your elbows.

You roll your hips and moan as you feel him deep inside of you. “So impatient” he whispers pulling out and thrusting in. You shake as he repeats the action over and over. Your hands reach for his and he laces your fingers, listening to your whimpers.

“Harder” you beg, you want to laugh at how afraid he is of hurting your daughter.

“Always demanding”he grits, hips pulling from you and slamming into you hard. You gasp and he does it again feeling you clench around him.

He skin slaps against yours lewdly as he builds a faster and hard rhythm of fucking into you. One of his hands leaves yours to roll your nipple between his finger and you cum around him gasping.

He lifts your leg up and pulls you impossibly closer, burying himself in the depths of you, feeling you cum again. A scream leaves your lips mixed with his harsh grunts.

His thumb drags across your clit, working circles into it. He grips the back of your head and pulls you as close as he can, lips locking with yours. Your breathless gasps hitting his lips, your nails claw at his arms when he hits your cervix and you both cum arms wrapping around him to steady yourself.

You fall to the bed drenched in sweat as he pulls out of you. He kisses your sweaty forehead, listening to Katalinas heartbeat.

Minutes pass and you get up, grabbing your gown and putting it back on. You start to leave until his hand clasp against your wrist.

“Stay” he says and you swallow roughly, climbing back into the bed. He pulls your back against his front, hand splaying across your belly. Katalina kicks and you laugh.

“Does she ever rest?” He asks.

“No,” you answer.

“A brat like her mama” he says and you roll your eyes.

“What are you going to do about the Zenins?” You ask, they had been so close to killing you, to killing Katalina.

“Wipe them from the earth” he says and you frown.

“Some of them are good people, very few but some. They shouldn’t suffer for the sins of their family” you say feeling his lips press against your shoulder.

“That heart of yours bleeds for all the wrong people” he whispers, feeling your hand cover his.

Sukunas still trying to wrap his head around becoming a father, it’s not easy fighting your instincts or changing your beliefs.

He fears now, it’s strange but he does. He fears everything that could go wrong, how either you or her could die, potentially both. He worries he’ll corrupt her, or she’ll grow to hate him. Often times he feels like he can’t breathe, lying awake at night listening to your breathing and her heartbeat.

He nearly had a heart attack the other night when you almost tumbled down the stairs, now he insists on escorting you everywhere and holding your hand.

He slaughtered most of the Zenin clan besides the servants and a few members you asked him to spare. Dracula didn’t spare, only one person was ever spared and that was your mother. He spared her for his own selfish tendencies, but you simply asked him and he obliged.

He feels like a puppet and you his master, he fears when Katalinas born he’ll be wrapped around her finger just as he is yours.

Mitsukis still hesitant, fearing his mind will change. She finds herself touching your belly from time to time, Katalina doesn’t kick of course but Mitsukis trying to learn to love her.

You’re getting so close to giving birth, you’d be lying if you said you’re not scared. Your mother died giving birth to you, a burden you carry with you. You talk to Katalina all the time, incase something goes wrong, you hope she’ll remember your voice.

Sukuna watches you waddle toward the bed, you’re hissing with a limp and he’s instantly at your side.

“What’s wrong?”he asks, kneeling infront of you, hands kneading your belly.

“My feet” you whisper and he looks down to your swollen feet, a sigh leaves you as he begins massaging your right one. His lips kiss the arch of your foot and you giggle as his fingers dig into the flesh. You’re so ticklish but it feels really nice.

He moves onto the other one, repeating his actions as you cradle your stomach.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your belly button earning a little foot pressed against the skin.

“You’re hurting your mama” he whispers to your belly and you feel a sharp kick to your ribs making you inhale.

“Behave little one” he whispers tapping your belly, feeling Katalinas foot press against his finger.

“Sukuna” you say and he hums, looking up at you.

“If anything happens to me, you have to take care of her. You have to love her, unconditionally” you whisper and he tenses as you speak his worse fear into existence.

He palms your cheek and you lean into it. “I’d turn you before that ever happens” he says. You blink, not having considered that as an option, not sure if that’s what you’d even want.

“I don’t know if I want that, I don’t want to become-“.

“A monster?” He cuts you off. You feel guilt at the admission but he’s not a good man, he’s the reason several children grew up without fathers, the reason your people would hide in their homes and barricade themselves. He’s the reason your mother was unable to flee and be with your father.

He’s done so many horrible things but despite them you find yourself loving him. He’s given you something so precious, something equally you and him. He needs you, he needs her.

Pain erupts in your stomach, hands clutching it as you wake up with pinched brows and you cry out. You feel the liquid running down your thighs and Sukunas immediately awake.

“It hurts” you cry, his hand grabs yours and you clench it. His lips kiss your temple as he yells for Mitsuki.

She rushes in with your midwife and you feel your legs being pried apart. You’re scared, wide eyes looking to Sukuna. His jaws clenched, a face of indifference but his eyes tell you he’s worried.

“She’s not fully dilated yet, it could be hours” the midwife informs.

“Hours of suffering?” Sukuna grits and you squeeze his hand to be nice to the woman merely doing her job.

“It’s okay” you whisper, kissing him. You press your forehead against his, he has to know. Incase these are your last hours with him, he has to know.

Mitsuki and the midwife rush off to fetch towels and water while Sukuna pulls you between his legs, your back to his chest. His fingers pet your hair as your body aches, preparing to deliver your daughter.

“Sukuna, I love you. Incase we don’t have more time I want you to know that. I forgive you for everything and I don’t regret anything. I’d do it all over again to have her, to be with you,” you say and he stills. He doesn’t reply, he can’t bring himself to utter the words. His hands rub your belly and he kisses your temple.

When Mitsuki comes back, you requests a moment alone with her.

“Thank you for everything, for showing me kindness and compassion in the darkest of times. For being my friend, I don’t hold anything you did against you. You love your brother fiercely and I can only hope Katalina receives that same love,” you smile at her.

Hours pass and Mitsuki holds your left hand, Sukuna your right as your Midwife kneels between your legs.

“She’s crowning” she says and a scream leaves your lips as you push, it’s painful. Mitsuki rubs circles into your hand and you watch tears fall from her eyes. You kiss the top of her hand and smile weakly at her, the sister you always wanted.

Your body feels broken the harder you push, sweat coating your skin.

“I love you, I loved you the moment I heard you tell those villagers you were born of fire and blood. How something so vulnerable and beaten could say something so deranged and laugh. The way you showed me not an ounce of fear, sending you away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and easily my biggest regret but I love you” he says in your ear and you smile giving one last push.

An earth shattering scream pierces the air. Katalina enters the world covered in blood, fists curled. Sukunas bites his wrist and offers you his blood but you shake your head.

“I want to feel this, at least for a few more minutes” you say, he doesn’t understand but he nods as the midwife cleans your daughter and cuts her umbilical cord.

She wraps her in a pink quilt and you sit up, weak and tired and so desperate to meet the little girl that’s completely changed your life.

You sob at the sight of her, her father’s twin with two crimson red eyes. Her hair a mass of pink curls as her fists curls around your finger. Mitsukis crying, fingers grazing Katalinas curls but the baby’s eyes seek out her favorite person. Her eyes land on Sukuna, big and curious.

His whole world stops when their eyes meet, time stands still and suddenly that cold organ that thumps in his chest is filled with so much warmth it’s overwhelming. He leans down to kiss her little fingers smiling, surrounded by his three favorite girls.

Eight years later

Glass shatters and a scream erupts, you’re climbing out of the bed immediately with your husband following behind.

Thunder rumbles outside and you can hear the pitter patter of feet. Your eyes follow the trail of muddy foot prints downstairs and broken pottery. Books thrown everywhere, red and yellow painted handprints coat the walls and you feel on the verge of a heart attack.

The footsteps lead to the kitchen, cupboards open and pots scattered everywhere.

Sukuna spots the pink highlighted head of hair and snatches her up, she screams and her little feet kick at him. Chocolate covers her mouth in a ring and all over her grubby hands. He pretends to bite into her neck and she giggles, feeling him attack her with tickles.

“Papa no” she gasps, hands clawing at his face, coating it in chocolate.

“Come out, now” you say, and watch three heads peek out around the corner. Paint covers them, feet coated in mud and you pinch your nose.

“Mama…”Katalina starts and your brow raises.

“Soreena started it” Adrian accuses pointing to the little girl in Sukunas arms. Her eyes, one brown and the other red widen.

“No I not!” She shrieks.

“Papa, she chased us with paint” Katalina says walking toward her father, eyes big and pleading as she leans into his side and clings to his free arm. Soreena attempts to kick her in the face but he holds her little feet down.

“The truth or you all are sleeping with the horses” Sukuna says and their eyes widen.

“Soreena” the three siblings say.

“Katalina,” he warns and her eyes look to the floor.

“We just wanted to have fun, mama won’t let us outside” she sighs.

“It’s raining, I don’t think I’d like my children being burnt to a crisp because they couldn’t outrun lightning” you say.

“Papa would save us” Nikolai says and you roll your eyes, you swear you’ve raised a cult obsessed with your husband.

“Well I would” Sukuna agrees looking to you and your children grin.

“Told you!” Nikolai says, six years old and the perfect combination of you and his father.

“That’s fine, because of your actions, papa won’t be reading to you tonight” you say and they groan. Soreenas eyes water as she starts to cry.

“Mawma pwease” she begs, you sigh kissing her forehead.

“It’s okay” Sukuna says stroking her hair and kissing her little tears. Her lips pout and her little fangs poke out.

“Where’s Elena?” You ask looking around, Soreena never goes anywhere without her twin sister.

“Here” Mitsuki calls from behind you holding the sleeping three year old. The only child of yours that’s obsessed with you.

“She was behind the sofa” she says as you take her from her. Her cheek rests against your chest as your hand rubs down her back.

Sukuna kisses her chubby cheek, careful to not get chocolate on it.

“You gave birth to demons” Mitsuki says eyeing the mess your children have made, and you can’t seem to argue with her.

“Mimi” Soreena says giggling at her aunt, earning a smile and pat to the head.

“Let’s get you bathed and in bed, papa can read to you but this gets cleaned tomorrow” you say and they nod their heads furiously before running into their father.

Once the kids are bathed and in bed, Elena rests between you and Sukuna with Soreena on his chest. They’re the spitting image of you save for the streaks of pink hair and the one red eye.

His hand trails up and down Soreenas spine as he stares at you three.

“I’m glad you killed your husband” he says and you laugh.

“Which one?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Both,” he says watching your eyes twinkle.

“The verdicts still out on you” you tease and his chest vibrates, making Soreena lift slightly.

“To die by your hands would be the sweetest death” he whispers grabbing your hand to kiss it.

“I love you” you smile.

“I love you to the ends of the earth and beyond that”he says leaning to kiss you. You break apart at the creaking of your door to see Katalina rubbing at her eyes with her stuffed bunny Mitsuki had made her as a baby.

She walks toward the bed and you expect her to go for sukuna but her arms wrap around you.

“I love you mama” she says climbing over you and laying between you and Elena.

“I love you too my angel ,” you say arms wrapping around her. You hear two sets of feet and your sons climb into the bed.

You kiss their foreheads and look at Sukuna and smile, your fangs on display.

“I knew it’d be impossible for you not to fall in love”.

“I never stood a chance, I was already defeated from the start. The bride of Dracula, the cruelest of creatures”

Note: I really enjoyed writing this though it was stressful. Their children are half human half vampire, their vampire traits are more dominant than their human ones like their immortality, aging, healing etc.

Human wise they are more human than animal so not like the instincts sukuna was born with and also have an appetite more for human food than blood.

Adrian is five so he’s the the third oldest and looks like Sukuna in the same way Katalina does. They adore their mom but Sukuna is just the fan favorite. Elena is a mommy’s girl through and through though. Reader has heterochromia not sure if that’s obvi, one of the reasons she was accused of being a witch and her children aside from Katalina and Adrian inherit that from her.

I picture Soreena and elena to have black hair like I do the reader with pink highlights like draculara from monster high kind of look. Nikolai’s hair is mostly dark with pink frosted tips. Sukunas features are more dominant thus the pink hair and red eyes but the twins look like the reader in every other aspect.

Though reader is a vampire, her blood is still the same and addictive to him as is their children’s but he doesn’t crave it anymore, he’d never let his bloodlust bring him to kill his family, at least not again! And he does feed from reader during sex, it’s a kink ;)

Also I was gonna kill her off but I started crying too much lmaooo.

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st7rnioioss · 8 months

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ੈ‧₊˚ waterlilies

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: FLUFFF and a lot of it, kissing

word count: 648 i think (I CANNOT WRITE LONG FLUFF)

i HAD to link an arctic monkeys song. listen to it while reading if you bother lol.

working on some requests!! i love y’all’s ideas🤍

anyways, i love painting myself so this was fun to write. felt in the mood soooooo HERES A GOOD OLD FLUFF😇

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“So, what do you think? Is it good?” you smiled, holding up the paper in front of you.

Your whole life you had been fascinated with painting, specifically water colouring. The way the thin paint blended in with the other colours, layering it to give it depth, the tiny details you could add, and overall just the mood of it.

This past month you had been really into it. Painting a pond with water lilies, a green forest turning orange as the seasons changes from summer to fall, and a lot more. You usually kept all your small paintings in a notebook (with water lilies on) the same size as the paper.

Matt was your biggest supporter. He loved your paintings, but not as much as he loved watching you paint. Your concentration face, tongue slightly poking out through your lips, eyebrows frowned, the sun hitting your facial features just right.

He could just gaze at you for hours, here and there telling you how good the painting looked or how good you looked. This would often result in you smiling, blushing and looking away. He just joined in, laughing as he threw his arms around you, plastering your face and head with kisses. He loved your laugh so much. Well, to be honest, it usually ended up in the bedroom. But that’s not the point.

“I love it. I swear, you get better every time,” Matt said, his hand holding his head up, the other one holding your hand across the table, studying the painting.

“Can I have it? I want to frame it.” Matt smiled, taking the painting from your hand, his eyes scanning it.

A turquoise blue pond, water lilies floating on top of it, surrounded by tall dark green trees. You knew Matt liked forests, so while painting the pond you added the trees and the rest of the forest, of course, adding your signature water lilies on top.

You loved water lilies, and Matt seemed to love them too. He had gotten a small one tattooed on his inner wrist, and when you asked him the day he got it, why he got it, he just told you that ‘Water lilies remind me of you’

“Of course you can. I’ll find a frame, we can do it right now,” you said as you stood up from your chair, on your way to the basement.

That was until Matt caught you, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, tickling you.

“Got you!” he chuckled.

“Hey! Matt!” you laughed uncontrollably, your hands gripping his strong arms. He started laughing as well, kissing your neck, cheek, forehead, and now turning you around to kiss your lips. He cupped your face with his hands gently, your own hands ruffling through his hair.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away from this kiss, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too,” you smiled liked a little kid, holding his hands. Matt then decided to totally betray you and tickle you again.

“Matt, stop!” you screamed, both of you laughing so hard you fell to the floor.

He stopped tickling you, both of you panting, but still giggling. You rested your head on his chest, intertwining your fingers slowly.

“You know I love your laugh,” he smiled at you. You looked up at him, his eyes already locked on yours as you chuckled a bit. His words always managed to make you blush like crazy.

“Look who’s blushing, huh?” Matt teased, pinching your cheek as he started laughing again.

“I am not!” you giggled, covering your face with your hands, covering in dried up paint.

“You so are!” he kept teasing, leaning over your body to kiss your face again, one hand beside your head, the other gripping your hip. You just lied there for a bit, kissing each other, blushing, smiling, kissing again, leaving hickeys here and there.

“Ouch, we should get up. This floor isn’t so comfortable after all,” you chuckled, pulling away from his, now swollen, red lips. He got up from the top of you, picking you up by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your legs.

“Matt!” you giggled. “Put me down right now!”

“Nope, not happening. I’m taking you to the bedroom.” he chuckled, a smirk growing on his lips.

a/n: hope u like it!! lots of love💕

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psfortune · 4 months

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jolie amoureuse

pairing: lovesick!taehyung x female!reader

@ what was leah listening to: i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

⋆ summary: taehyung has been crushing on you ever since you joined the school, the day he gathers the courage to ask you out is more memorable than anything else...

⋆ warnings . 18+ mdni, rough sex, fluff, dom!taehyung , hes whipppeddd for you, , oral ( f receiving ), p in v , taehyung is popular and so are you.

༉‧₊˚.this work is pure fiction. no acts performed in this are linked to the charecters that partake in the story line. please refrain from reading if uncomfortable ༉‧₊˚.

To Taehyung you were his world. The sun and his moon. The girl that he could not keep out of his head.

You however seemed to get on well enough without him. As soon as you arrived at the school you were the center of attention. An angel in everyone's eyes

A goddess in Taehyung's.

He marveled at you, from your silky long hair to your perfectly sculpted body. Ever since you walked into his English class he knew you were the one.

He's never had anyone after that. No girlfriends or even one-night stands. His eyes were for only you.

You however had your fair share of boyfriends. And whenever you had a new relationship Taehyung would watch from the side a scowl on his face at every laugh they had emitted from you.

Only his closest friends knew about his little crush. He didn't want you to find out from a rumor.

' Taehyung? ' your angelic voice broke through his thoughts and his gaze flicked up to you and he smiled.

' Yes? ' he said softly.

'Er...were you not paying attention? We're partners for the project. Mr Lee just read the list '

' Oh...Right, yes. Uh, you can sit down? ' he was flustered as hell

You sat down and turned to look at him.

' So... ' the tension was so thick you could cut through it.

' Do- Do you want to come over to mine to do the project? '

You smiled weakly.

' Sure '

His mouth was on you, licking, sucking. Leaving you a moaning mess. You hands were in his hair tangled up in it.

' t-tae i want you... '

He smirked and pressed your body to his sliding slowly in.

You were tight, suffocating his cock.

He sped up, groaning

' T-taehyung ! Slow down, please....'

How had it come to this? Kissing, words of affection and now....your mind was clouded and so was taehyungs. He slid in and out of you groaning as you tightened around him.

' Shit...I can't baby, look at you hm? going to pieces on my cock, you really are a cockslut aren't you doll? How many boyfriends have you had since you came to the school huh? ' he mocks pretending to count on his fingers.

' Did any of them treat you like this? Did they fuck you like this? Better even? ' he muttered.

' n-no t-tae ' you whine

'what was that? ' he said pulling your leg over his shoulder making you scream

' NO !! n-no one like you !!! ' you choked out.

' good girl.....do you know how long I've been waiting for this? ' he whispered in your ear.

You shake your head vigorously and pull his sleeve ' t-tae '

He ignored you ' Months. I haven't fucked any one while you've been whoring around. dancing out of multiple boys beds. But now your mine. Only mine '

' t-tae t-tae please.. ' you begged.

' hm? oh doll do you want to come? ' he chuckled ' already? '

You moan as he tugs your hardened nipples

' no. ' he denies you making you whine. ' be patient doll '

You stare at him and watch his eyebrows knit together, focused on your body.

You grasp his cheeks and press your lips to his, kissing him hard.

He smirks and kisses you back, going faster as he does

' Open your eyes doll ' he whispers into the kiss

' please let me come tae please '

' come. ' he said

You threw back your head and groaned as you rode out your orgasm.

You kissed him on the cheek ' i love you tae ' and tried to pull the covers over you and he laughed at you

' Do you really think we're done? There's still a long way to go doll '

#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut

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every-koito · 1 month

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#golden kamuy #manga cap #satoru noda #chapter 139 #monkey scream count:#6 #koito does NOT want to go

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starkidsupremacy · 6 months

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Starkid and Puppets: A Legacy

Now if you're like me, you're probably obsessed with starkids penchant for puppetry

And in light of recent news...

It's safe to say I've been screaming, crying, throwing up thinking about it alot

So lets take a journey through all their Puppets shall we!

We start where all good stories start AVPM. Who have the Dragon puppet

Next, MAMD has no puppet's

And AVPS has sorty and scarfy! (<3)

Now obviously... Starship, with an incredible amount of puppetry

Bug and buggette

Roach and some other backround Puppets (including mosquito's)

And (in my opinion) starkids most incredible puppet to date, Pincer!

Holy Musical B@tman has none

AVPSY does have a puppet! They have the basilisk puppet (technically scarfy and sorty again)

Twisted has two Puppets! The monkey

And the parrot

Neither Trail to Oregon or ANI have any Puppets unless you count Cornwallis

Firebringer has both trunkell

And snarl (with a size to rival pincer)

And you know what, let's count the duck

Tgwdlm has none

Black friday doesn't technically have any but I'm still going to put a picture of wiggly here because I just think you should look at him <3

And surprisingly, while nightmare time 1 has no puppets, nmt2 does!

The axe man

And the stupidly impressive (and rival for my fav) Otho

Lastly Nerdy Prudes Must Die, regrettably, has no puppets

That's a total of 20 different puppets (lmk if I miscounted starship). With an average of 1.3 puppets per musical/project!

Sorry this is so long lol

#God I love puppetry #starkid #avpm #avpsy #avps #me and my dick #starship #holy musical b@man #twisted #twisted: the untold story of a royal vizier #trail to oregon #ani a parody #firebringer #tgwdlm #black friday #nerdy prudes must die #nightmare time 2 #nightmare time #puppetry

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777heavengirl · 1 month

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AM - Chapter 3

I Wanna Be Yours

Sirius Black x reader Chapter 3/3 Warnings: angst?, smoking, suggestive themes, fwb to lovers word count: 3,178 masterlist

Currently playing: I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys

Chapters i, ii, iii

Sirius Black did not think of himself as a hopeless romantic. He never cared for the lovey sickness or all the stereotypical heart designs, not the lace nor the saccharine-drenched desserts. He knew you did though. As much as you tried to hide it. He knew well of the small journal-turned-scrapbook you kept under your bed. The one with the tickets and pictures and scraps of napkins and doodles you had accumulated. Sirius Black was not a sentimental person. But he adored that you were. That you kept trinkets and other “useless” artifacts and bits just because they reminded you of a moment, of a memory, of a person. He missed watching you put your sentimental treasures in your boxes, in your journal. You pretended not to know he watched you.

He wondered if you kept things from him. From your moments, your memories together, of him.

He stared at the Polaroid Lily took of the two of you with her muggle camera. You sat on his lap, a cigarette between his lips and a fun pink drink in yours. His arm around your waist, his other hand resting on your thigh. The sparkly dress you wore that night was entrancing to look at even through the still picture. One of your arms hugged his shoulders and your smile was so wide the corners of your eyes crinkled. Your smile was so big it made your eyes almost close. His own lips rounded into a crooked smile between the cig. It was the night you first hooked up. The morning after neither of you could stop giggling. He kept the anxiety of not knowing how to move forward close to his heart.

He remembered your laugh as Lily took two pictures, one for you, one for him. It’s not like he’ll keep it, pads isn’t sentimental like that.

The truth was, you were wrong. He kept it in his desk drawer since that night. He’d look at it often when you weren’t in his arms.

This was the smile he liked the most from you, he thought. The one right before you bust into laughter. He loved seeing it, it was like a firework, like a star shining in the night sky. He hadn’t seen that smile the entire time you had been in your relationship. He hoped it was just because of the distance between you that he hadn't seen it. But after the Ravenclaw party and the way Jacob had manhandled you. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Remus, Peter, and Sirius waited outside of McGonagall’s office door. It was normal for James to be in trouble. It was usually all of them together but, not in trouble for something like this. Sirius had gotten down just in time to see James’s fist colliding with the Slytherin’s face. The screaming between Marlene and your boyfriend had brought him down and James’s outburst had brought unwanted attention. As Slughorn took James away, Sirius dragged Peter and Remus down. They followed the professor and their friends all the way down to McGonagall’s office. Jacob had been sent to the hospital wing.

Slughorn burst out of the office, no James in sight. The older man seemed upset but didn’t comment on the boys’ presence. The door rested slightly ajar.

“Professor you have to understand, I couldn’t stand for it!” James loudly “whispered” to his head of house. James couldn’t whisper for the life of him.

“Mr. Potter, while I understand that Mr Brown's comment made you very upset and I do not tolerate such foul name calling especially about a dear student like Miss Y/L/N-“

”It was more than name-calling Minnie!”

”Please refrain from calling me that-“ The boys outside could hear the amusement in McGonagall’s voice. It quickly faded. “violence is still not accepted, even if he called her a-“

”a whore! He called our Y/N a whore Minnie!” Sirius felt his blood drain from his body. He was going to kill him.

Remus put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder as if sensing the storm brewing inside of him.

McGonagall sighed and told James that he had a week of detention. Rather light for the offense.

“She doesn’t know does she?” Remus asked James as he exited the office. James’s eyes went wide as he realized they had all heard, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to tell them. He would on his own time, be a bit apprehensive of Sirius’s reaction. James shook his head no. You had no clue, at least from him.

”I knew he was a good-for-nothing bastard,” Sirius stared at the floor, his hands deep in his pockets. “I’m going to murder him”

If the boys didn't know better, they'd believe him.

You sat at your boyfriend's bedside. By the time you got yourself together and went down to the hospital wing he was sleeping off his bruised cheek and the apparent slight concussion from hitting the floor. You wondered if James was okay, wanting nothing more than to go after your friend. But you felt responsible for his state, even if he had called you something mean, you felt guilty. You felt like you had driven him to blind jealousy and childish name-calling.

"Y/N?" Jacob stirred awake, surprised about your presence. "thought you'd be with Black." His expression soured and his fingers gripped your hand that was placed on the bed.

"I had half a mind to go wait with him for James" Your words were mumbled but you knew he understood you as he tightened his grip on your fingers. Marlene nor Lily had told you what he had said. Alice didn't have any shame in telling you however, he called you a whore Y/N, if I had been in the position to I would've beaten him bloody. You found yourself not caring what the boy had called you.

"I swear I didn't mean what I said honey," you frowned at the nickname "I was just so mad, I was upset, and your friend Maria-"

"Marlene?"

"Yeah that one, well she kept screaming at me and I just blew a fuse" You couldn't help but stare at him blankly. Jacob Brown was a handsome man but the temper he hid under a shy and stuttering demeanor had crossed a line, and fast. He lost whatever charm he may have possessed. He would never and has never made you feel the way Sirius Black does.

You were never really into blondes anyway.

"I think we're done Jacob," you pulled your hand away. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not expecting you to have the balls to rip the bandaid off. "And if I had been James, I would've broken your nose, so be thankful"

You got up without another word, he didn't dare speak either. You slowly started walking faster, out of the hospital wing, up stairs, and down hallways picking up more and more speed, until you were running. You sprinted as fast as you could, as fast as your shoes would let you. You could see the glimpses of the remaining sunlight peer through each window you passed. They flashed like a camera lens. You needed the rush of adrenaline, to remind you that you were alive, that your heart was beating. You stopped in front of the fat lady, her nose scrunched up at your disheveled appearance.

"Rictusempra" She opened without further complaint.

Your chest heaved up and down as you slowed down, entering the warm, cozy common room.

"How lovely of you to join us," James laughed from the couch, a small ice pack wrapped around his hand. "How's my favorite whore?" You laughed and scrunched up your nose and Lily gasped in surprise.

"I'm doing great— newly single" your friends oo'd, "how's my amateur boxing champion?" You couldn't help but poke fun, James had a way of lighting up the atmosphere. You were grateful for it.

Lily ran her hands through his hair as she answered in his place, "he's doing better, he only has detention for a week,"

"Lils you're fussing over him too much he does not need that thing-" you laughed as you pointed at the ice pack, the redhead turned as bright as her hair as she laughed too. She knew but it never hurt to indulge James's dramatics. Most of the time.

"Minnie is a saint is all I'm saying," his words came out as more of a purr as Lily continued to pet his hair.

You struggled to ask the obvious, James looked at you like he was daring you to ask, Where's Sirius?

"He's in the astronomy tower-" Remus spoke up from his chair before anyone else could say anything,

Peter chuckled as your cheeks reddened, "Might have to hold him back," the rest of the marauders started giggling like they were twelve "he wanted to commit bloody murder earlier"

You messed with Peter's hair, mouthing a thank you to Remus as you left.

"I thought we said we'd quit," Your words came out in a short breath, the stairs all the way up the tower were no joke.

"Well hello there stranger," The words came muffled as Sirius balanced whatever was left of a cigarette between his lips. You walked to sit with him on the ledge, much like you had in February. Your thighs pressed against one another and you took a brand new box of organic cigarettes out of your pocket. "Glad to see neither one of us held up to the promise of quitting" Sirius chuckled as he took the box from your hands.

He put out the cig on the edge of the wall and took one of yours out. He placed it between your lips, his fingertips softly grazing your lips. You suddenly didn't feel the need to smoke. But you didn't say this as he took out his lighter and lit it for you. He took the cig after you inhaled. You couldn't help but stare at him, your arms crossed on the metal bar in front of you, your head on your forearms. The rings of smoke mixed and danced in front of you again.

"I have another confession to make"

"Besides the fact that you chain smoke like you're a fifty-year-old man?"

"Yes," you said and he turned to look at you, an amused flicker in his eyes. You could see the kindness in them, the care. Sirius always cared. No matter what he said or did, you knew this. All of you knew.

"Spit it out then love," his words were whispered, and he took the cigarette again. Your box was still in his right hand.

"You make me feel like I just downed a bottle of firewhiskey" He barked out a laugh at your childish confession, tilting his head back. He nodded as he passed back the cig. "and if I'm really honest, Jacob never made me feel like that, I fear," you inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to fill you, Sirius's expression twisted at the mention of the boy.

"I hope not," You couldn't help but wonder if Sirius's need for your attention was simply to scratch an itch. Simply the satisfaction of knowing that he had you wrapped around his finger. The satisfaction of having you in his bed.

"What is it to you Black?"

"Don't call me that," he knocked his shoulder with yours, releasing a giggle from your lips. "If you must know— I could treat you better,"

He looked away now, shy at his admission, even when it had been said haphazardly. Like it wasYou shook your head, unable to process nor accept his statement. Sirius Black did not care. You knew this. He didn't care about your sentimentalism or your feelings. Sirius did not know what you liked to eat or watch or listen to. He did not care. He had never cared to ask or show interest. He didn't care that you knew he only drank pumpkin juice during dinner, or that he liked it when you braided his hair, or that his favorite muggle movie was the new animated Robing Hood and not the Godfather as he always said. You knew Sirius Black did not care that you knew all of his favorite things and he didn't know a single one of yours. And it broke your heart. That he refused to know you or to let you fully in.

"That's not fair," you retracted your legs, curling them up to your chest. Shy of the contact, self-conscious of your closeness and the way you let him in so easily. You didn't accept the cig back from him.

"How?" he put out the cig and pulled at your hand. "He could never make you happy, he will never know you like I do baby" his words were merely a whisper between the two of you.

"What could you possibly know about me, Black?" he hated when you called him that "You don't truly know a thing about me-"

"I know everything about you," he was barely a breath away, your warmth mixed with his and if you moved a mere centimeter your faces would touch. "I know your favorite color is pink, but you always say its red, it's not any pink either its the baby pink of the dress you wore to the Christmas dinner at the Potter's last year" You held your breath. “the one that shimmered under the lights-”

"Do you want an award for knowing my favorite color?" Sirius ignored you as he continued.

"I know you like orchids but not as a bouquet, you like lilies best," his fingers tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, but his hand remained there, at the edge of your jaw and you couldn't help but stare into his big grey eyes. You could almost see the constellations in them.

"You like the pixie dust flavored bean but hate the chocolate one, I know you wanted to be an auror when you were little but now you lean more towards a teaching position here," You felt a knot form in your throat as he continued to tell you the things about yourself you thought he had no clue of. "I know you like the smell of my leather jacket and that you keep a scrapbook under your bed, you love frills and lace and they are everywhere on that journal, I know you hate cigarettes because you feel guilty but you can't help yourself when you're anxious" you were somehow closer now, his tender hand on your jaw bringing your faces together to the point you could scarcely feel his lips as he spoke.

"I know you are a sentimental person, who keeps everything and everyone deep in your heart and that you wear your heart on your sleeve, all you do is give to others, your love, and your attention and it drives me insane," your lips were touching now, and you couldn't help but flutter your eyes shut as he finally said "I just want to be yours, love"

He pressed his lips to yours fully, his other hand threaded through your hair as he held your face close to his. You had kissed Sirius a handful of times, between the bites and the pulling of clothes. You had kissed Sirius with fear that he didn't truly want you, he had kissed you like it was something forbidden. But this time was different, he kissed you like a man starved like you'd leave him again for some other prat, he kissed you like he had been waiting a million years for it. He sucked softly at your bottom lip as you allowed him to deepen the kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, and he broke the kiss. Pressing his forehead against yours.

"Be mine," it wasn't a mere question, it felt like a plead coming from his lips. Like a man on his knees.

"I've always been yours, Sirius Black," he laughed as you did too, at how ridiculous the two of you sounded. The two of you were meant to be. It couldn't go any other way. And everyone had known it but you.

You were such a sure thing.

You grabbed the brand-new pack of cigarettes from Sirius's hand and launched it over the metal bar as hard as you could. It felt cathartic, to let go of it. You barely looked at it as it plummeted down into the darkness. You could only look at him.

"I reckon we oughta quit now" he flashed you one of his toothy smiles, his eyes almost squeezing shut. You couldn't help but pull him in for another kiss.

You didn't smoke a single cig after that day. You'd joke Sirius was intoxicating and harmful on his own. He always feigned hurt. Your fingers never itched for it again. You had Sirius's hand to hold on to, his lips to press against yours. You had him in your pocket instead.

Sirius Black cares, and he always has. He cares that you only have eyes for him, that you spend your every waking moment attached at the hip. Even when you're fast asleep your arms cling to him, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't cling to you as well. Sirius cares that the stupidity that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh to the point of tears in a way he knows no one else can. That warm laugh that is born in your chest and makes him feel like he is the king of the world. Sirius Black cares that your eyes widen and glaze in affection when he gifts you an item of your favorite color, it has more to do than the thought of you tangled in his bedsheets now. Sirius Black's heart clenches every time he thinks of when you helped haul things out of his window when he ran away, dodging the jinxes that his hysterical mother threw your way once she saw you. Sirius has never been the most sentimental man, but tears formed in his eyes when you presented him with matching keys, with a simple live with me. He cares that you still wink at him before you take off the ground, whether to play quidditch in the Potter's backyard or right before you take off sprinting down the street trying to race him to your shared apartment. His pockets are filled with napkins, papers, tickets, and pictures for you to paste onto your journals, he always carries a camera to capture moments for you. So every moment, every memory, and every person is yours to keep.

He knows he never has to worry about anyone else, and he knows you feel just as cloyed and covered in the saccharine disgusting feelings as he does.

Sirius Black knows he loves you. And he knows you love him.

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garfunklefield · 5 months

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Could you do cult leader! geto I’m so feral for this like he doesn’t care about his followers but reader is just so pretty and he wants to make her his lover for the whole cult to see PLS IM FERAL N I LOVE YOUR WRITING <3

Red Ink

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fem!reader/cult leader!Suguru Geto Warnings: angst, pining, slowish burn not really, selling and technically kidnapping, the reader has a sad backstory KAY [implied physical abuse], age gap [Geto is 37 and reader is 24], forbidden romance, im gonna make the reader sassy dx, alternate AU where Geto is a cult leader but it's set in more of an ancient time YOULL SEE [kind of like my happy marriage], bathtub masturbation, bathtub sex, sexual tension, cumshot [breasts], masochist!Suguru Geto, hair pulling, Word count: 7221 DESC: Suguru Geto never thought about giving a monkey who couldn't wield jujutsu a chance ... until he met you.

Hiii!!! I just got sick so please be patient my posts might get spaced out for a bit until I recover but I really like this! I took a few [A LOT] creative liberties when writing :3

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Every morning it was the same routine. Suguru would wake up at 7:45 AM every morning to an empty bed, with the lights a dull orange color. They hung from the room's corners and lit up just enough to let him peer around. He slowly forced himself off the squeaky mattress, becoming accustomed to the sensation of the cold wood against his bare feet. A breath of air flowed through his nose as his hand lazily trailed through his robes, hanging in his large closet. There were so many to choose from, all almost the same. Although, some details were different. Blue trim vs yellow, or a red pattern vs green. In all honesty, he never cared much about his appearance. As long as he wouldn’t have to leave, he didn’t mind his daughters or servants doing the shopping for him. Maybe that’s why the leader's hair was too long to manage, so he would lazily put half of it up in a semi-orderly bun.

All of these people, and Suguru Geto was completely and utterly alone. He had no one who understood why he decided to become the leader of the Star Religious group so young, almost twenty years ago, at the ripe age of seventeen. All of his innocence was lost at such an age that he could feel a bitter taste rising on the back of his tongue. Bile. The taste of regret. Sometimes he looked out the window to some of the convent’s children playing in the courtyard, and he wished he had found a partner to aid him on his journey. No one ever caught his eye, no one ever piqued his interest. No one like …

Suguru shook his head and blinked a few times, sending himself out of an impending spiral and instead leaving it for another day. He looked over to his robes, where his hand clung to his signature robe, yellow trim with a green pattern sewn to the front. There was something so comforting about this robe. Maybe because it was the first one ever made for him by his monkey servants, the only monkeys he’d ever let near his person without choosing to disinfect himself afterward. They knew their place in society and acted accordingly. The only monkeys he could tolerate.

Another sound took him out of his thoughts, a knock on the door. He turned his head, “Come in,” was all he had to rasp. His voice was naturally soft, as he didn’t typically raise it past a whisper to most. Only when Suguru was truly enraged would he begin to scream and yell at those useless monkeys… but that was becoming rare now.

A tuft of pink hair appeared from the door as it opened, showing his secretary Manami. She strolled in as if she owned the room, opting to close the door with a push to her hip. The male watched her with an indifferent gaze as she tapped the rickety clipboard in her hand, “I found you a personal servant.”

“Personal servant? Why would I need that? I’m capable of dressing myself, you know,” as Suguru spoke he began to pull at his sheer robe, the one he slept in. His secretary looked up to the ceiling, avoiding any and all contact with his body as she possibly could.

She tapped a pen along the rim of the clipboard as she continued, “Someone to make the bed and cut your hair. It’s getting too long, sir.” Manami swiftly raised her hand and pointed to him with the pen, still avoiding his body with her eyes up. He raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging off the robe and setting it neatly on his bed. His jaw flexed as he clenched it, in thought. Would the leader of the Star Religious group need a personal maid to do every little thing he needed? I mean, it sounded appealing to have a monkey fetch him any useless thing he requested. Watching them spread themselves thin trying to appease him. His lips pulled together in a silent smile at that thought.

“What’s this servant's credentials?” Suguru pulled his robe off the hanger and blew on it lightly, ridding it of the dust it had collected throughout the week it had been since he wore it.

“Well she’s about 24, so past any good age to get married off,” she listed off, looking down at her clipboard as she spoke, “She’s worked in several different houses as a housekeeper and nanny, but she’s been let go for differing reasons.”

Geto slid on his robe and adjusted it until it fell across his muscular body, “Fired? Was she unruly or perhaps a pain in the ass?” A humorous tone took to his voice and Manami laughed in response, handing him the clipboard so he could see for himself. In a subtle sprawl, it wrote your name. It was interesting as he perused down the paper, stopping at the section where it detailed how you were let go: “Fired for talking back” and “Inappropriate conduct” happened to be recurring on the list, making the leader quirk an eyebrow. The last time he had anyone with some sense of personality was ages ago, as I previously stated my guy doesn’t raise his voice often. “What does she look like?” He asked, handing the clipboard back to the woman.

“I dunno. Why? Finally over your ex, Sugruuuuuuu?” Manami teased, a grin appearing on her face. However, it quickly disappeared as soon as he shot her a warning glare. Never bring up that name. Even edging around the subject, do not bring it up. Every servant and every secretary knew the leader’s past was a delicate subject. Never bring it up.

She cleared her throat and continued, “Her parents are the ones using her for labor money. We can undercharge them for an old hag and get full labor! ‘Course, she’d have to live here… but I can situate that,” she waved a hand in the air to dismiss that train of thought, “I think it’ll be good for you, sir. Maybe you can get some release.”

She did it that time. Suguru’s eyes shot up to hers and gave her a look that would have sent anyone running. Manami apologized instantly, bowing her head. Everyone also knew of their Emperor’s lack of sexual lovers, and his constant sexual frustrations. He had never been able to fully relieve himself, for well over twelve years. There was a pent-up hunger burning inside him and no one could satiate it no matter how much he tried.

“Hire her. I wish to get acquainted with my new personal servant.”

Your personality had always bounced back even in the face of adversity, maybe that’s why every household you’ve ever worked for had fired you. Life wasn’t easy for someone like you, in a family who didn’t prioritize you. All they wanted were sons and they were blessed with a daughter who couldn’t even marry, you were a disgrace. So they decided they would use you for money if they could, milking you for every cent you were worth. However, you couldn’t keep a job.

You started well-behaved and quiet, but soon the snippy comments would start. Then soon, you’d be making a scene, disrespectfully calling out your bosses for their treatment in a very public manner. Then they’d fire you instantly, making your family angry once more. It was a vicious cycle they couldn’t snap you from. You were never going to change until your father had announced you had been sold.

The Star Religious group had agreed to your purchase, giving your family a sum of money they hadn’t seen in their entire lifetime. It was enough for them to skip town and leave you in your own abandoned house. Rough. Of course, that money wouldn’t hold them afloat forever, but they didn’t realize it at the time. All you could think about was the fact you had been abandoned by the people you had been blessed to, the people who said they loved you.

You were never going to change until that day.

There was no use in fighting, because what happened after this? You’d have no one to back you up or a roof to sleep under. This time… you weren’t going to fuck it up. A carriage arrived at your vacant lot a day after your parents announced you were sold, leaving you alone with your thoughts. In a side bag were two kimonos, a compact, and a hair clip. You opened your rickety front door and peered over at the carriage with wide eyes. Normally a comment would fly out of your mouth, but you couldn’t even will yourself to speak. You didn’t have the will or energy to do anything more than sit and stare like a rock before a woman came out of it.

She was beautiful, with short pink hair and a purple dress. She shouted your name and clasped her hands together in front of her stomach, “Oh he’s going to like you very well. Sir Geto has a thing for submissive women.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh in her face and contradict her statement, nodding lifelessly, “I am grateful for this opportunity, Ms.”

“Ms. Manami Suda to you!” She grinned, stepping aside to let you walk inside the carriage. It was a dull red on the outside and the same interior-wise, nothing special. You didn’t note the patterns on the inner walls or how the cushion felt. In all honesty, you didn’t care. Even though it was mid-day, you found yourself fantasizing about sleeping in a cot that wasn’t made of pure shit material, maybe even with a pillow.

The carriage ride was quiet, aside from the occasional comment from Manami about how you didn’t have the monkey smell. Oh, that’s right… they were Jujutsu Sorcerers. You or anyone in your family for that matter were not blessed with the sorcerer gene, so you truly didn’t understand what it meant. Instead of speaking you nodded politely and let a fake small smile grace your lips, as if you were actually listening to her. The countryside was beautiful, the ride taking you deep into the middle of nowhere. Then you saw it, large buildings all coupled together to create a convent. They were tan with brown bamboo roofs, slanted to a point on the top. Incredibly gorgeous. You had always fantasized about building your own buildings one day, admiring from afar. But you weren’t built for that lifestyle.

It was only ever going to be a fantasy for you it seemed.

The two of you entered the convent in silence, taking in the architecture. It was gorgeous, something you had seen from far away but never dared to venture to up close. You resisted so many urges to run your hand along the columns of the outdoor hallways that lined the outdoor courtyard in the center, where many of the children played. They all looked happy and free, something you found yourself envying.

“Lord Geto is right this way,” Manami spoke eagerly, walking ahead of you and motioning around, “Get used to it kid, you’ll be spending a lot of time here,” she then glanced back at you, a smile branding her lips, “Don’t get smart.” To her, she didn’t think that you were the same girl with the smart mouth that had been let go so many times. In some ways, you weren’t the same. You were so completely and utterly done with your life you couldn’t bring yourself to even have an ounce of personality you once did.

The rest of the walk was quiet before she turned on her heels to the right and motioned to a large door. It was red, with golden trim around the edges. You couldn’t see inside but you knew exactly what lay behind those doors. Manami took your bag from you politely and knocked a few times on the door, hearing some shuffling and seeing them open. Two guards opened the door, their faces stone-cold and stoic. They were almost scary looking, but nothing prepared you for the man who was behind them. He sat on a mound of pillows, head resting in his palm, and his eyes glued to you. In every sense of the word he was gorgeous, you had never seen anyone that beautiful. And he could say the same about you.

Suguru’s eyes widened just a tad as he took in your person. You were beautiful, looking hand-carved from a cloud by the finest god, wine drunk on nothing but your beauty alone. How could this be? No non-sorcerer should have ever made him stare for longer than a few seconds. Manami noticed, hell, everyone but you noticed. He blinked once, then twice, pulling him out of the trace you had put over him, a delicate smile gracing his lips. He spoke your name and used his free hand to beckon you over.

You did as you were told, walking into the room silently. But you hadn’t seen the rug placed before you or the corner of that small table. You found yourself hitting the side of the table with your right ankle, then tripping forward, completely slipping due to the rug. It was within seconds you were face down to the ground, letting out an astonished gasp. That was it. You had done it. You had tripped in front of the most notorious non-sorcerer-hating Sorcerer in the entire country. You had made a complete and utter fool of yourself and that was going to be the end of your life. A sad and embarrassed blush filled your cheeks and hollowed out your temples, waiting for your punishment.

“I’m… so very sorry,” you managed to mumble, lifting your head from your crouched position. You didn’t hear Suguru lean forward, changing his position to kneel in front of you, and you didn’t expect him to be leaning over you so closely. His face looked down at you with a different kind of softness, raven strands of hair falling over his ears.

“Nonsense. It happens to the best of us… sit up,” he purred, whispering a magical tune in your ear. In any other person, this caring persona would have elicited a feeling of trust and safety. But you found this to be resulting in a different kind of reaction. Suguru’s brow furrowed ever so slightly when you sat up, moving to sit on your knees in front of him, and stared at him with … fuck me eyes?? No one had ever lusted after him so obviously and that quickly too! I mean he was Suguru fucking Geto, for crying out loud- he was supposed to be scary, not sexy! Well… maybe both.

He blinked slowly to reset his thoughts, letting a gentle hand swipe past her cheek and softly hold her chin. Geto spoke your name lowly as he tilted your head to one side, taking in your features. It was nothing more than a pass over to see you fully, but you had completely soaked your underwear. Yeah, that’s right, you weren’t scared of him you were aroused. It felt even more embarrassing because it was incredibly obvious your fear-torn stare had turned into something more objectifiying.

You were just picturing him leaning in and whispering sweet nothings as his voice broke your thoughts, “Your name is very pretty.” His voice brushed against your ears and once he retracted his hand back, a small frown parted your lips. His touch was warm and soft, contrasting the devilish stare Suguru typically wore. You wanted to relish in it for a few more moments, but you couldn’t live in a fantasy, now could you?

“Thank you, sir,” you replied, looking down to your lap. You just felt your wetness create an uncomfortable pool in your underwear, making it hard not to squirm. Especially with those naturally beautiful eyes staring at you with a hidden curiosity.

Aside from the obvious lust radiating off of your person, you were a hard individual to read. Geto was getting mixed signal after mixed signal from your face he decided to sigh and ignore whatever he was feeling at that moment, opting to go over the business side of things. “You will become my personal servant, focussing on cooking, cleaning, and fulfilling my everyday needs. Understood?”

You nodded as he continued, “I would let Manami show you to your room… but it appears she’s wandered off,” he motioned to the slightly open door behind you, “I don’t mind showing you.” With that, the emperor stood up and cleared his throat, brushing his big hands against his robe. You watched with wide eyes as it flowed around him, making him appear more majestic than he actually was. You found yourself standing up and following your new boss, opting not to speak or do anything to draw more attention to yourself.

As the two of you walked, the columns lining the walls took hold of your mind. The patterns in the wallpaper were one thing in itself, but the structure of the clearly customized columns made your heart flutter. It was gorgeous. Dragon scales dipped into the wall before coming out, in the middle of every door that lined the long indoor hallway. Your feet slowed to a stop, staring at the gold dragon trim. Your hand inched toward it slowly, just one touch to see the type of material. Suguru hadn’t noticed you wandered off until he turned and in the corner of his eye, he saw you stroke the wall. At first, he wanted to do the dick thing and clear his throat, embarrassing you. But something stopped him. You were as pretty as that dragon, the gold reflecting off your skin and making you practically glow in the dim light. You were gorgeous. Stunning even. It was strange, he had never felt himself this attracted to anyone in his life. Aside from- never mind.

The leader slowly walked back, making his way behind you. You were tolerable to be around, tolerable for a monkey. That was something he had to remind himself about. You were still a non-sorcerer. You were still inferior to him in every sense of the word. Whatever feelings were creeping into his chest and making his heart sing had to get shut away in that instant, so he did the dick move and cleared his throat.

Your hand was on one of the scales and you froze, turning your head with the speed of light to meet his gaze. “Lord… Please forgive me,” you blurted out, turning on your heel and pressing both hands to your chest, “I’m very sorry. I should never have gotten distracted. I’m sorry,” you squeaked, shutting your eyes tight. You knew what was bound to come… either a physical punishment or your letter of unemployment. Before Suguru could even respond, you lifted your head and tilted it to the side, motioning to your cheek.

His eyebrow quirked up. He had never seen a servant ask for a punishment for their own wrongdoings, especially when it wasn’t that severe. A strange pang hit his chest, causing a weight to form across his own heart. What had happened in your sad life that made you so prone to letting people do things like that to you? This wasn’t the woman he was expecting. When you walked in, terrified and shy, then … horny, he thought he had gotten the wrong girl. Something must have happened for you to change like that. Maybe your obvious attraction was a hint of the personality you were hiding. Then Suguru had another question: why were you hiding your personality? The first duh answer was so you wouldn’t get fired right away, right? But he felt like there was something more.

Something he shouldn’t have cared about. You were a non-sorcerer, a monkey! It was forbidden on all accords.

Suguru blinked a few times, taking himself out of his weird spiral of thoughts to look at your face, contorted with worry, “It’s … alright. I wasn’t aware you liked architecture,” he motioned to the dragon’s golden bodice on the wall, “That was custom made from…” You let your boss explain how the dragon was made and imported, listening to every word. You didn’t want to speak and ruin your only chance at a new life. This was the one and only time you had ever held your breath, stopping any words from coming out.

After a moment, the male paused and looked over you once more. Something was turning over inside his head and he so desperately wanted an answer. What was going on inside your head and what had deflated your personality so? What had made you turn yourself into a shell of the person he knew was still in there? …And why was he longing to see this? But he said nothing. The moment had passed and as quickly as you wandered off, you were shown to your room. If Geto had let himself unravel any further he would have requested her to accept a binding vow of pure honesty, with the promise of his protection. Why? Why was she pulling at his mind and making him lose it?

That night, he set himself a bath. The water splashed and made small waves as he dipped his feet into it, before submerging his large body. There was something so very calming about a bath to clear his mind… but he couldn’t rid it of you. Of your face, of your monkey smell, or your body. Even though the kimono you were wearing was a size too big, he still made sure to look you over subtly. He took in your large curves and bit his lip, thinking about them as he sat by himself. He was completely and utterly alone, in spirit and in a literal sense. Of course, he’d get a morning erection every now and then, but it had been a long time since something had turned him on just from the thought of it.

One of Suguru’s hands dipped into the water and grabbed ahold of his meaty cock, dragging a hand up and down his length. It was foreign, but coming back to him like muscle memory. He didn’t want to savor this orgasm to the thought of a lowly monkey, he wanted to get it over with then pretend it never even happened. He wanted to pretend this was all some strange dream he was forced into… not at all something that was going to be plaguing him. He inhaled sharply and leaned his head back, resting his back against the edge of the bathtub. The water was coming up to his mid stomach, warming up his lower half. His pleasure was a gradual build, but he was trying his hardest to rush it. The leader wanted nothing more than to cum and then forget it. His hand tightened around his shaft, stroking upwards to find any sense of release. It was a few seconds before he came, rolling his hips a few times at the new sensation. It was a build of pure warmth before he felt his fluids ooze out of his tip with heavy force. It sprung into the water and contaminated it with his filthy seed.

It was enough to make him grimace. A non-sorcerer made him so hot and bothered he was forced to spill all over himself, in the bath no less! First, he felt an odd sense of attraction to you… now he wanted nothing to do with it. If it was going to keep him feeling this way, Suguru wanted nothing to do with you. Even if you were beautiful, and you smelt good, and your skin was soft. He could feel it on his fingertips, a psychosomatic warmth radiating off of his hands.

This was not going to be good for him. You were not going to be good for him.

You woke up at 9 AM sharp, not by choice. Manami shook you a few times, forced you out of your comforting dream, and made you sit up on the small cot you had gotten as your bed. It was more than you could have ever asked for, even if it was made for someone a bit smaller than you. So was your new kimono. They had a dress code for servants to differentiate them, and clearly whoever was the last servant didn’t have a very large … bust. You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing your form ache to be freed from the tight clothing. The buttons didn’t go all the way down, exposing a bit of cleavage, and it tore a bit at the small of your back. Manami wasn’t much help either, opting to snicker at you and roll her eyes. You wanted to bite back and say something to get her riled up, but you never found your strength. Instead, you took it and nodded.

“Okay so, Sir Geto’s room is the one to your left. Go ahead and start his bath. Don’t try to wake him up, though. He’ll be all grumpy if you do,” she explained, motioning wildly with her hands. She was a very extroverted person. Someone you would’ve gotten along with if you didn’t feel like absolute dog shit at that very moment. You nodded your head politely and exited the room, opening your bosses.

It was neat, with barely any decor. Gas lanterns hung from the walls dimly, always keeping the room somewhat illuminated. You tried your hardest not to look at his sleeping form, but you caved. He was so gorgeous it made you pussy throb just from looking at him. His face was resting peacefully against his pillow, some black hairs sprawled against his forehead. His hair was long, longer than you expected, flowing behind him on his bed. And he was wearing what appeared to be a sheer robe. You swallowed and made your way into his bathroom, almost slipping on the excess water left behind from his previous night's bath. You were innocent enough not to question the pile of tissues on the counter, pushing them into the small garbage pail. Then it was a matter of setting up his bath.

In a cabinet hidden by a curve in the wall, you noticed some aromatic bath salts and other essential oils. One of the households you worked for was very into the essential thing, so you had an idea of what scents went together. You didn’t want Geto to smell like a whole mixture of things, but rather one family of scents. You chose a vial of rosemary, lavender, and peppermint oil, hoping it would go together. The bath turned on with a single turn of the knob. Your hands rested on the base of the tub, feeling the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot. It got to the perfect temperature and you put the stopper on the drain, letting it fill up. In the meantime, you sat on the edge of the bathtub and peered around the bathroom. It was again, tidy and austere. He didn’t have an eye for decorating or he didn’t enjoy it.

You heard a faint groan in the bedroom, signaling Suguru was waking. You inhaled the smell of rosemary and turned on your side to watch as it spilled one drop at a time from the vial. Then fell the peppermint, followed by the lavender. The scent filled the bathroom in an aromatic fashion, filling your senses with a sudden calm. Was it some kind of drug concoction? It was a smell that made you lean back and sigh, filling you with a sense of safety in your surroundings.

“Good morning,” Suguru spoke, a raspy edge to his voice. Your eyes shot open from their closed state and you stood up, clasping your hands on your chest to hide your cleavage. But you hadn’t seen him staring at you from the bathroom door. He leaned against the doorframe, in only his thin nighttime robe, and stared at your thick breasts. The fabric was so tight, it pulled gaps between each button. He had to admit it, it was hot. Even if you were a filthy monkey, you were a hot filthy monkey. A hot filthy monkey with a banging body.

“Lord Geto, I was preparing your bath,” you stepped to the side and motioned to the filling water. He caught a glimpse of your back as you turned to turn the knob to the water down to a stop. He saw the tear and the bit of your lacey underwear peeking out from underneath it. Was he that much of a monster that the first time a beautiful non-sorcerer appeared, he’d cave and melt?

It was starting to feel that way as something came out of his mouth, “How do you feel about me? …Honestly.”

You opened your mouth to respond, on autopilot, before you closed it as quickly as you opened it. What could you say? You found him attractive and you wanted him to breed you? You couldn’t exactly say that, so instead you opted for something more generic, “I think you’re a very respectable leader and emperor to your coven.”

Bull. Shit. Suguru knew it was a lie and he knew you knew it as well. He didn’t have a reputation for being respectable in any sense of the word. He was a cold-blooded killer who’d murder anyone who wronged him in any way. A cold-blooded killer who was beginning to have a strange soft spot for you…

“Tell me this,” he took a step forward, “if you vow to never lie to me again … I vow to protect you from getting fired, no matter what.” Was he seriously going to bindingly vow himself to some non-sorcerer? Was he seriously going to do this because he wanted to know how he was perceived?

“...Really?” You asked, your mouth opening slightly. All he wanted was honesty?? You could do that! You could do that so well!!

“Really,” Geto took another step forward and began to undo the tie holding together his robe. You had made it a point to stare at his face, but you were aching to quickly glance down below his belt. Just for a second.

“Okay. I swear…” You looked away and bit your bottom lip for a moment. You’d have to be honest now. You looked back at the man and let a smile appear on your face, “I think you’re more hot than you are scary.”

Suguru’s eyes widened. That’s not at all the kind of tonal shift he had expected from you. He expected you to admit some kind of vague attraction and perhaps that he was a terrifyingly charismatic leader. But… he got a response which made an embarrassed blush fill his temples.

“I’m .. hot?” He raised an eyebrow, pulling off the robe and letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes didn’t shy away now, making direct eye contact with his flaccid cock. It was beautiful even in that state, making your mouth hang open just a bit more. It was huge too. Thoughts of his girth stretching out your tiny pussy flooded into your thoughts. He could fuck you so good with that thing. And his voice… it was perfect.

“A lot of you is hot,” you looked back at his face, which was an excruciatingly bright shade of red. No one had ever felt this comfortable to objectify Suguru this way to his face. He couldn’t deny the fact he was growing to enjoy it. And grow in other ways. He took a few more steps forward, hands reaching out and pulling you closer to his front.

“You’re being filthy, not honest,” a small smirk graced his lips as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes, beaming with lust.

“I can do both,” you returned a smile. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You had complete and utter job security. That’s all you could have ever wanted in your entire life, just a place to stay. Even if it meant working with this hot guy for the rest of your life, you didn’t mind. Although, he thought of you as inferior, you didn’t care. That’s what did it. Your personality had been led out of its cage and shown to Suguru’s perverted gaze. He realized what kind of person you were from your few sentences. You were just as much of a pervert as he was. The tonal shift was enough to make you realize what his next plans were, especially when he let his big hands snake around your waist.

“This is,” Suguru let out a breath and craned his head down, brushing his lips past your ear, “Very wrong… But I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss you, pretty girl,” he cooed, using his free hand to tilt your chin up to face him as he pulled his face back. You both looked at each other’s features for a moment without anything. What was there to say? You could feel him throbbing between your legs with that massive log he had attached to his front. It was hot. You just wanted to trail your hand down his chest and watch him shiver when you got to his v-line.

“You can’t fire me… so I don’t care,” two hands found themselves placed on his bare chest, running up and down his pectorals, “Am I too lowly for you, sir?” You purred, looking back up at him with a lustful expression. It was all you had to say before he proved you wrong. Devastatingly slow, he brought your lips together. The hand on your chin disappeared, moving to rest upon your ass. You sighed into the kiss, molding your lips together in perfect synchronization. It was as if his mouth was made for you, pulling you into sensations you had never felt before. The kiss didn’t last long before he pulled back and looked down at you with an unmistakable expression. He was going to fuck the living shit out of you. It was written on his face from the way he was clearly thinking about how to go about it. There was a bathtub full of aromatic water, waiting to be used… You looked down at the tub and looked back at him. You two didn’t have to say anything as his hands grabbed at the hole from the back of your kimono and ripped it. It made a loud tearing sound and he continued to pull, until little to no fabric hung from your breasts.

You gasped and looked down at the mess he had made, moving to undo your underwear, then you looked at his cock. It was just aching to be touched in some way. Your hand found his tip and started to stroke down his shaft, then up. Who knew a non-sorcerer's hands would feel phenomenal compared to his own? Suguru let out a faint groan, leaning into your touch. He had never let himself take pleasure in things, ever since his breakup [at KFC] twenty years ago… but now it felt different. He felt like he had one chance to do this and he wasn’t going to spoil it. Your hands were so warm, he could just imagine how warm your mouth would be, gagging on his length.

Large hands cupped your ass and lifted your body, causing you to exclaim loudly and wrap your arms around his neck for stability. He was so strong, you could hardly believe it. It was pure talent and genetics that made him perfect on every level. His face was godly and his body was sculpted from the heavens just for your perverted stare. The male set you down gently in the tub, being mindful to make sure you didn’t land too hard on your plush backside. He wanted to save the bruising on your skin for when it was from him. He wanted his hands to be the ones leaving imprint after imprint on your skin, slapping and grabbing without a care for what would be left behind. He plopped down into the water, not caring if he got water to spill from the sides. He didn’t care about anything, because his hands and eyes were glued to you. His hands hooked around your hips and pulled you onto his lap, still being mindful not to hurt you.

You grinned and leaned forward, pushing strands of ebony-colored hair across his forehead and away from his beautiful eyes. Purple, they stared back at you gently. “This… is nice,” you spoke softly, pressing your lips first on his forehead, then his nose, before landing on his lips. It was chaste, as the first kiss had been. But it didn’t stay that way for long. Suguru’s tongue slipped its way into your mouth and took over with a dominating force, making you bite back a whimper. It felt so good. He knew exactly how to move it to elicit whatever reaction he pleased. Your hands raked through his hair, before grabbing fistfuls at the root and moaning into his mouth. He liked that, moaning with you.

“...Harder,” he mumbled against your open mouth, kissing back for more.

“What a pretty little masochist,” you smiled, running your hands through the roots of his hair before clenching them down and yanking up another fistful, hearing him whine in his low gravelly voice. Fuck… it just made you so wet. You clenched your thighs together as you kissed up his face, pulling his hair just to hear the ardor-esc moans fill the room. This was even better than sex, just hearing him get a little bit of pleasure out of this hair-pulling would’ve been satisfactory. But as you did this, you felt his hands fondle your ass, squeezing and palming your skin. It wasn’t long before he lifted you and had you position his throbbing dick against your folds.

You had never felt a dick this good penetrate you in your life. Something about the way it curved to the left and the bulbous head, touched areas you didn’t even know you had, just on the way down. You threw your head back in a breathy whine, rocking your hips back and forth once you felt yourself hit the base of his cock. Suguru used his two hands to help you slide up his length, then down again. He had you trapped in a rhythm of fucking your tight cunt with his member, making you his fuck toy. The male had never felt himself slip into such a trace over a monkey of all people. Non-sorcerers should have not had this hold on him, but you were different. You gasped and bit down on your hand to stop a loud groan escaping your mouth, with your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Dirty slut,” Suguru uttered, biting on his bottom lip to stop his own noises from getting too loud. No one could figure out this was happening. It was wrong. It was against everything he had ever stood for. But …god it felt so good. Your walls clenched around him every time he forced you down on his length, taking the time to feel up your hips and ass. You were so soft, inside and out. The perfect toy he could use.

It didn’t take him long to feel close, a familiar pang of desire creeping up the shaft of his cock. You were beyond ready to cum, with this log inside you it wouldn’t take long. You bit down on your fingertips and cried out, not having time to muffle your wails of pleasure. It was a warmth you hadn’t felt in such a long time wash over your whole vagina, flushing out through your body next. You convulsed, grinding your hips back and forth to continue to elongate your high for as much as possible, causing a second orgasm on your way down. No one had ever made you cum like that, making you dumbfounded by the sheer will of their dick.

The cult leader felt himself throbbing for release, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t do it inside you. There couldn’t be any evidence of your joint mistake running around in nine months, not here. Instead, he pulled you off his cock and pressed his lips together, “Press your…” He motioned to your breasts then his cock, “So I can…” You nodded and pressed your tits together, pushing them up against the length of his dick. That was all he needed, using his left hand to finish the job. He focused his energy on the swollen tip, leaking precum and begging to release all over your mounds of perfect flesh. Mounds he wanted so desperately to put in his mouth and suck.

Then he came, splattering out of his cock and messily coating your tits. Most of the cum was on your skin, although half of it also found its way into the water. You bit your lip as he came and thrust into the air, into nothing. It was like volt after volt of pure pleasure was shot through his urethra and forced out in one big release, a release he didn’t know he was even capable of. Your cunt had felt so good it made Suguru’s dick completely sensitive to any kind of touches, including his own. So when he came, he let out a loud whine, in his devilishly low voice, “F-fuck… mmm shit.. This was.. Hah.. a mis-mistake,” he breathed out, trying to regulate himself after he had just felt an explosive orgasm run through his penis.

You nodded and looked down at your breasts, coated in his cum. How were you going to explain to Manami that all of your clothes mysteriously wound up torn in Lord Geto’s bathroom? And how were you going to explain the fact you were also covered in Lord Geto’s cum?

“...Can I call you Suguru now?” You asked after a moment, tilting your head to the man who looked as though he had just run a marathon.

There was something utterly interesting about your personality now that you had freed it from your nervous shackles. Suguru didn’t want to extinguish this new fire in your eyes, he wanted to foster it and let it burn. There was no way he was developing some kind of feelings for you other than lust… there was no way. But there were going to be dramatic changes now. After that day, you were treated as one of the regular Sorcerers, which infuriated Manami to no end. You were the most prized possession of Suguru Geto and everyone knew not to anger or upset you because he would get wind of it. Then… there’d be trouble. You were his prized possession. The possession he wanted to see smile and laugh in the sunlight, rather than stay inside and do mindless chores. The possession he wanted to have slept next to him in his bed at night and wrapped his large arms around.

The possession he was growing to… love.

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