I An Soooo Late Seeing This But Im Happy That This Part Is Out~

I an soooo late seeing this but I’m happy that this part is out~

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀

Premise provided by CallaLily9 on AO3: Sweet, caring, blushing Yuuji?

Soft, sincere Toji, who said please?!

A movie deal, and near death experience?!?

TOJI SHARING HIS FEELINGS, AND SAYING HE LOVES YOU DURING SEX?!?!

Toji started off at an arbitrary level 5. Yuuji worked his way up from a 0, to say, a 7. Toji is now at like level 15. Will Yuuji also get a chance at exponential growth? Does Yuuji stand a chance? Can these separate relationships even be compared on the same scale?

TW: sex, talks of cnc, talks of somnophilia,

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First off the name had me rolling, second I love this. This man Suguru is fucking too much for me lmao you had him reschedule a date with another girl while taking this girl to heaven AND having her schedule another “appointment” I love it all

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑! | suguru getō.

SUMMARY: you’ve never loved going to a chiropractor more. at least you gave getō an extra tip! but he gave you his tip too.

CONTENT: wk — 4k! fem! reader, pwp, chiropractor! getō, degradation, praising, dumbification, cunnilingus, breath play, pussy spanks, almost caught, full nelson, cumshot(s), manhandling, humiliation, semi-public sex + (pet names: doll, sweetheart, precious) — not yet proofread

NOTE: help this whole concept started as a lil joke but i just ran with it n kept writin. njoyyy lmao !

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“Hmph. It seems you’re really tense right here,” Geto hums, and your neck’s slightly lolled to the right. His firm rough hands massaging your neck felt so good. It was cold in his office — only the sounds of some ambient soothing music playing in the background. He was right in a way, your limbs have been killing you for quite some time. As stubborn as you were though, you kept putting it off, figuring it was nothing. Until you woke up one day, feeling like your back was literally broken. He’s palpating his calloused fingertips all around your sides of your neck, and you dig your nails into the cushioned bed you sat on. “Good. Just relax for me. Good.” Maybe it was your pervy empty brain that kept imagining things, but whenever Geto would praise how good you were doing, it’s almost like his voice would get huskier and huskier by the second.

“This might sting.” Geto chuckles, and he lays you flat on your stomach. You try your best to prepare yourself, sinking your teeth into your arm before he re-positions himself near the side of you. He stands directly in front of you, and of course your eyes stare straight at his bulge, then afterwards glancing away. Though, only right before you feel him plant his hands on your shoulders and near your chin. Geto swiftly twists your limb back and place, with a cringey snap.

That’s when you moaned. Not like a little soft whimper or anything, but a full shrilling blown eye rolling orgasmic moan. “Oh my god,” You’d gasp, feeling a weight release off your shoulders. Then glance up to see the chiseled chiropractor stare at you with a mere teasingly furrowed eyebrow expression. “Sorry… it’s uh.. my first time.”

“Ah, don’t worry Y/N, I can tell,” Geto replies cheekily, and his tone is almost flirtatious, massaging your clavicle now with his hands firmly and it takes everything in you to not embarrass yourself again. That’s… clearly not what you meant by that. His hands slid down your spine, grasping near your waist as you sharply inhale. “You’re really stiff everywhere aren’t you? Poor thing. Don’t worry. I’ll take real good care of you.”

Within about twenty minutes of Geto's extraordinary skills with his hands, it was like your body felt like an entire different person. Regardless, he was always gentle with you and tried to continue to steer your mind away from the pain you felt. Your limbs felt a lot more less tense and rigid, and he found it somewhat adorable seeing how every time he‘d pop one of your muscles back in place, your eyes would reach way deep into the clutter of your brain. He didn't think you were overreacting of the sort, Geto knows he's very skilled at what he does. Besides, this sort of thing is supposed to feel good. Maybe even somewhat….. pleasurable?

“Still feel any pain or discomfort?” Geto subdued, having you lay directly on your back now.

You sat up straight, abruptly though, staring at your handsome chiropractor. He had long obsidian rich hair that was lazily thrown into a ponytail but still looked good. Geto was tall, broad, and well built with such a natural stoic smug like expression embedded on his face. Perhaps you were staring a bit too long though, because he playfully pokes you, making you flinch to look up at him. “Oh.. um.. huh?”

Geto tuts his head, gazing down at you and just a simple stare of his makes your tummy twist and turn in knots — tangling like some sort of kiddie slinky toy. “I said,” he repeats, lips perfectly curving and indenting with each word. “Do you feel anything remotely bad? Pain of the sort? Usually it‘s quite normal to feel a bit tingly after chiropractics.”

You blink twice, submissively shaking your head.

“No,” but then you wince, sitting up a bit before swallowing while glancing up at him. "Well actually now that you mention it... yeah. I do feel quite sore.”

“Show me.” Geto hums, raising his head and holds out his hand for you.

“Okay.” You breathed, and willingly takes his hand. Geto stares as you lift up your shirt halfway, and doesn't really think anything of it at all. Your skin is warm and burned up — alas you have his hand exploring lower and lower before the tips of his fingers brush against the spandex of the black leggings you wore.

Geto raised a brow. “Your abdomen?”

“No,” you’d frown, making his hand reach down further. Geto‘s eyes quickly stares down between your legs once you make his hand rub against your pretty laced panties. “H-Here.”

Geto stoically deadpans at you, before combing a hand through his hair. “Tch. Naughty girl. If you're having pains there, there’s nothing really I can do about that, I’m afraid,” and then he’s got a warm smile, playfully poking your thigh. “That’s far out of my department.”

You stare up at him, feeling your face simultaneously reach to a hot boiling point once he said those words to you. Naughty girl. You weren’t doing it on purpose, you did feel somewhat sore down there. Or maybe you were just incredibly horny. It's been a while since you’d actually gotten... satisfied down there anyway. You hardly never have time anymore to please yourself. But of course, leave it to your pussy to act for you instead of your brain 90% of the time.“But… I think you can though," you shrugged with a pout, and softly yanking on his hand. Geto lets you, but watches with a curious gawk. “I think I enjoyed our session a little too much... Sir,” and you let out a soft shaky breath, feeling Geto surprisingly squeeze your cunt with his hand curiously to feel the practical niagara falls disaster you had dripping down there. It was astounding. “I'm.… wet.”

“You definitely are,” he says, and it’s as if he’s merely shocked. After he checks in with you again, you give him an impatient consensual nod for him to “inspect” your pains, even though this was surely not his job much less his expertise. Then again, in some aspect that you look at it, he is helping you, right? “Drenching wet. Sopping wet pussy,” he lowly mutters, and you whimper from feeling him drag a thumb down your sensitive neglected slit. “Don't think I’ve ever had a patient get aroused from me popping their limbs back in their socket, sweetheart.”

A slim finger of impatience pricks through your tummy, and your lips curl from feeling Geto slip his middle finger inside. He's quite really dazed, mesmerized by how wet your cunt was and how your walls clenched around his lengthy digit. Geto stares up at you with glimmering focused eyes.

“You look like you want me to eat you out,” he points out, sliding yet another finger inside — his ring finger. Your walls spasmed energetically, eyes flicking down at him hesitantly. “That's want you want, huh?”

You give him another nod, but Geto mocks your sweet little pout on his lips. “Aw, I’m gonna need to hear words from that cute mouth.”

“P—Please.” you'd cutely whimper out, getting a grip on his long luxuriant healthy strands of hair. Your eyes are wandering everywhere, before you glance down at Geto’s professional well suited attire — eyes spotting his name tag briefly that read his name out and what current position he was in the chiropractor field. “Please eat me out... um.. S-Suguru, Geto...?”

He hums at your honeyed pronunciation of his name, before he doesn‘t waste any time to slightly move your legs apart, giving your cunt one long stripe lick. Your chest gingerly heaves in and out, and you’re continuously combing your hand through his hair, hands admiring how healthy and silk it was between your finger tips. Geto slides his finger out with such a lewd pop! noise. Your pussy’s just so incredibly soaked and wet just for him. All for him. It forms somewhat of a smile on his sheen natural pink lips. You’re cutely writhing and thrashing your hips against his mouth from his tongue within seconds — not having an idea he'd be such a sloppy eater. Like no manners at all when it came to pussy, completely filthy. And you‘d be lying if you said that didn‘t turn you on just a little bit.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” Geto mutters between slurps in a low smooth voice. He wasn’t the ideal type of man to just casually flick the tongue against your pussy. Geto went nose deep inside your cunt, devouring you whole as if your twitching sex was some rare buffet desert he's never got to taste himself. He's pursing his lips together to suck everything out of your folds, almost as if he was a vampire of the sort. Geto’s eyes flutter as you feel the tip of his nose occasionally brush up against your slippery heat. “Tell me how my tongue's making you feel, yeah?”

You whimper loudly, gnawing on your lip from the immense stimulation that's all because of your chiropractor’s devilish tongue.

“R-Really good.” you’d sob out, and it gets your cunt twitching immediately once he shows how sloppy he really is, spitting all over your clit only just to lick it up and stare back up at you with a smug grin. You stared to wonder. Did he even eat anything today? Was he waiting this entire time to dive straight into pussy? He’s eating you out like your sex was the last edible thing alive. You whine out, pulling his head up to look at you. Geto looks so sexy, already pussy drunk within a few minutes of being face first into your folds. “Can I…” and you pause briefly, breath heavy, “Can I pull on your hair… Suguru..?”

“Be as rough as you want with me, doll,” He shoots you a sly smile, getting each and every crevice and area of your cunt soaked. Geto slowly peels off your half worn panties with his teeth, moaning from doing so — and bawled them up into his hand. “Forgive my manners,” he cooingly slurps, jaw starting to hurt and tense but couldn't care.

Suguru Geto was most definitely pussy starved.

Yet you were feeding him. How nice of you. Geto watches as you’re holding onto your last breath, feeling yourself about to cum all on his tongue, and he chuckles. “So tasty—mmph. Maybe you should just—pay me with your pussy instead.”

You came hard, and quite loud to where it sort of echoed throughout the big spacey office room. Your small voice is straining in its entirety, before you furrow your eyebrows and let out a long drawn out whine from feeling Geto flip you over to get on your knees and eat you from the back.

“O-Okay Suguru... Suguru... fucking... Suguru.. ‘m sensitive…” You'd let out a choked sob, babbling his name repeatedly as he lays his tongue flat upwards on your puffed overstimulated cunt. You’re trying to cutely pry his head off, and he’s laughing — warm minty breath panning against your pussy. Even though you’re bucking your hips against his face while trying to crawl away from his insanely good tongue.

Geto sits back, chin shiny and glistening with your slick before he catches his breath, licking his lips before patting your pussy. “Aw. Is your pussy still in pain?” And you give him a nod, heart and cunt both synchronizing together with rapid beats. Geto sits up, and gives you such a fake warm grin. How could he look all innocent after devouring your cunt? “Don’t worry. I’m teasing, I’ve had my fill,” and Geto runs a hand down his uniform. “Though I think my cock’s in pain too. Mind being a doll and helping me?”

“Yeah.” You’d immediately say, and it was embarrassing. You responded right away, and your voice sounds so whiney. It’s pathetic. As if you were some cock hungry whore — which you probably were, considering.

With eager heart-filled eyes, you watch Geto unbuckle his belt tucked alongside his pants, and you couldn’t stop staring at his hands. They were a tad bit veiny and slender, long fingers that you wished could stuff inside your pussy just a little longer. But, you were about to get his dick in replace of that, so you couldn’t complain. It was a win win.

“Lie back, precious,” Geto gruffs lowly, and you do, scooting your rear further on the cheaply made hospital bed. He’s got silver rings all over his fingers, and you moan feeling the cold material press against your skin as he holds onto your thigh — pulling his hefty cock out to align with your folds. “Lemme know if it hurts, alright? I don‘t wanna—”

“Please just fuck me… hard, Suguru.” You’d fretfully mumble, and you start to grab onto his length but he slaps your hand away gently.

Geto’s eyebrows curl together and he scoffs. “You’re one impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He grunts, and he gets the memo well because he’s satisfied with his alignment before his cock’s slowly sinking inside of your drenched cunt. You whine, and he’s trying to be slow and careful since Geto’s obviously quite the packer. You almost drooled, watching him whip his cock out. “Someone oughta teach you some manners, Y/N. But fine, if you wanna be fucked hard, I’d more than be happy to oblige.”

Your lips softly open, staring down and feeling the cute little stretch Geto was making. Your pussy swallowed and accepted him with ease. He grunts lowly, and it’s a sexy deep sigh once he realize how slicking wet your pussy really is. It’s got an ultimate good grip on him — and he pulls your flimsy shaky leg to go over his shoulder. “Let’s see how good your form really is, huh pretty girl?”

“Please..” You’d whine, and within a few minutes, Geto’s ruthless, manhandling your cute body all around the room like a rag doll. You put Annabelle to pure shame with the way he handled your body, tossing you all around — but you let him. Geto’s equipment is all on the floor along with the joining of papers scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He’s probably let you clean it up for him later. He’s a filthy man, but can’t stand to have his office dirty.

Your mouth opens, and you’re so loud all due to his fat cock jackhammering repeatedly inside your wet folds. Geto‘s got you in the iconic full nelson, showing off his ultimate true strength of how much bigger he really is than you, and it makes your cunt twitch with each absolutely dirty thrusts. He’s propping both of your legs up, fingers imprinting deep into the fat of your thighs and your tongue starts to loll out. He’s driving his cock in and out of your needy greedy pussy, and you don’t even realize how much noise you’re making. There’s drool pouring down the side of your mouth, as you’re engulfing in his rich loud cologne scent.

“Nasty girl,” he grunts, and he brings a big hand to your face to gather up all of your spit. It’s coating his fingers, and you’re just so in love with the way his hips sexily bucks and tilts against your pussy. Geto’s ears twitch once he hears a faint knock on the door, and he feels your cunt twitch around him from the impact. “Quiet.” He whispers, still fully penetrating deep inside your cunt.

“Mr. Suguru!” A girl called out from the outside of the door. She sounded somewhat older than you, and you assumed she was another fellow doctor doctor. “Is everything alright in there? Usually appointments don’t take this long! Did you give Y/N her X-Rays?”

Geto grins behind your head and your trying so hard to be quiet. You were just about to let out a huge orgasmic whine but with quick instincts, Geto grabs the bawled up panties he “stole” from you earlier and shoves them in your mouth. Your whines are quieter and muffled now and his cock is still unrelentingly fucking you so stupidly deep and raw, head going slumped against him.

“Yeah, she’s just fine. I just lost track of time,” and he groans — your pussy’s taking him hostage from the way it’s clenching and gripping around him. Thankfully his co-worker wasn’t too close to hear the both of the lewd raunchy skin slapping or the both of you would be in some really deep shit. Geto snakes a hand to your throat, gently applying pressure and your eyes get half lidded with pupils completely dilated. “Y/N’s posture isn’t really that good as it should be,” and he’s panting sexily between heavy breaths against your ear. “And I’m just helping her with some extra drastic measures, that’s all.”

Either the woman’s stupid or extremely stupid, because all she replies with is a cheerful, “Oh okay! And are we still up for date night?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, staring up at your chiropractor as if you were repeating what she just said and he chuckles with a suave shrug.

“I’ll have to cancel, I’m sorry. Looks like this appointments gonna be a while.” Geto replies, and you loudly whimper — feeling him present your pretty pussy with a few light spanks to hear more of your sweet honeyed noises. “How’s next week sound?”

“Okay,” The doctor replies foolishly, and you’re wondering how she couldn’t hear the extremely loud racket, regardless of your panties stuffed down your throat. “Have a good night, Sir!”

“You too,” he huskily replies, grunting from your cunt’s sloppy squelching noises. It drove him to absolute insanity. “I know I will.” — And Geto mutters the last bit against your earlobe, before darkly chuckling next to you.

Once the coast is finally clear, and she’s definitely gone, Geto takes your panties out of your mouth and you loudly whine, feeling that same coil in your tummy about to snap and twist.

“You have a g—girlfriend?” You managed to finally speak, eyes nearly rolling back from his erratic hypnotizing thrusts. To say his cock put you into a trance was merely an understatement.

“Her? No, no. I only offered to show her around the city as friends since she’s new and it’s the least I could do,” and Geto pauses, a sly smile curving on his face while changing positions to fuck you missionary style now. You look so pretty, sprawled out on the bed for him with your cute buttoned up shirt halfway on. “Why are you so curious? Jealous, huh? I just met you, silly girl.”

Heat spreads underneath your skin, and a pout pressed and tugs onto your lips as you bit onto your finger from him ramming his lengthy shaft deep inside your cunt again. “Huh? No, I don’t care,” you muttered, mind completely fried and empty. Did you sound jealous? What if you were? You started to wonder who the hell that woman was. Geto’s dick alone made you start to think how it would be all the time, coming to appointments and he’s doing this instead of his job — fucking the absolute shit out of you. “I was just… c-curious.”

“Uh huh,” Geto smugly grins, and you start to whimper from feeling yourself chase your incoming orgasm. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

His voice is low and raspy, and you roll your eyes at him — feeling Geto softly wraps his fingers around your throat. You stare up at him with lust driven eyes, and you were so cock drunk. The way his dick transmitted you into a whole other reality was mind boggling. “Cum…” You’d whine, feeling his fingers apply a soft amount of pressure, a gentle squeeze that made your cunt twitch. “I’m gonna cum S—Suguru..”

“That’s cute,” he mocks your pout, leaning into swipe his thumb against the tears that were just about rolling down your plump cheeks. “Are you telling me or are you asking, Y/N?”

“Suguru—” You’d whimper, furrowing your eyebrows together. It’s a long whine that rips out your throat, and you’re tongue nearly starts to loll out again. Every time you murmur his name in that dirty sweetly honeyed tone gets him more hard each second immensely.

Geto clicks his tongue and tuts in disapproval, thrashing and smacking his hips roughly against you that makes your entire inside of your cranium seize to function. “No, Y/N,” and his voice is so condescending — as if he was dumbing you down with each word he spoke. He grins at your sweet pitiful expressions. Use those big girl words if you wanna fucking cum your brains out. You’re not that stupid to not comprehend a little command from your doctor, right?”

“I—” you’d moan incredulously arching your back. If your posture wasn’t good, it definitely was now.

“Go on, precious, you can do it.” Geto simpers, sliding his hands down your waist now. Your body shivered and quavered from his touch as you’re just about to orgasm. He’s praising you, yes, but even his natural praises sound like straight derogatory words that always kiss against your cunt the right way — embedding into your brain.

You crack a little smile, and it’s out of nowhere. Geto stares at you, so fucked dumb on his dick that your expressions get the best of you. “Can I cum p—please,” you’d gasp, yanking onto his shirt and snatching his name tag off, rubbing it all over your body with a little cheeky grin. “Let me cum Mr. Suguru.”

He scoffs, you clearly imitating his co-worker from earlier especially with how you tried to match her high pitched tone, and he reaches a hand to grope your breasts, fingers getting handsy with your perky hardened nipples — you whine, the small amount of brat within you packing their things and leaving you. What a pussy.

“You can cum now, sweetheart.” Geto groans, and you instinctively shove him chose into you, walls spasming before you finally came while bringing him into a needy horny kiss. He’s taken a back by how cute you were, legs tightly wrapping around him exquisitely — hugging him like a bear.

The kiss is sloppy, he grunts from tasting the strawberry saccharinely flavored lip gloss you wore, smothering his lips with it. While your tongue and salsa and tangled against Geto’s frantically, you could slightly taste yourself too, and his long hair bluntly brushed against your skin. His cock twitches inside you and he’s close too. He pulls away, and his thrusts becomes a lot messier now — incredibly sloppy as he’s hitting every spot, a good nice grip on your waist as he’s huffing lowly with long black strands covering his face.

“Inside.” You whined, tugging on his shirt.

Geto rolls his eyes at you, hips ultimately jerking against you before he sexily bites his lip from the way he’s reaching deep inside your pussy. “No, little girl,” and he’s near at his limit to shoot blanks, watching the little cock drunken pout form on your face, and right before he ejaculates, he pulls out — spraying your pussy with his cum, and his orgasm is so sexy, you yourself start to moan from it. “Maybe on your next appointment.”

“Fuck,” you’d softly mutter, completely drained. Geto’s still grunting, holding his now flaccid cock as cum’s still pouring out. He watches it coat the outside of your pussy, and Geto can’t help but think how it’d feel to stuff your insides completely with his warm sticky seed. “C—Can I book an appointment for tomorrow then?”

Geto deadpans at you, fixing his roughed up attire while lowly sighing. “No. Next week at the least,” and then he hands you back your panties with a sly grin. “Greedy girl. Now I can’t wait until your next check up.”

You roll your neck and let off a dramatic whine, a frown forming on your lips and he watches you sit up before pinning him back on the bed. Geto looks at you challenging eyes, obsidian strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Well, I think a little last minute inspection wouldn’t hurt. My pus— er, neck is still pretty sore, Suguru.”

Geto stares at you with a slight smile forming on his face as you’re straddling him with pleading eyes with low hooded eyes.

It’s safe to say that from now on, your back was more straight than ever and you always looked forward to future appointments with your filthy hot chiropractor, Suguru Getō.

L would be a pretty good dad, granted he’d be too busy with his work to be around his kids often but I feel he’d do anything to keep them happy and safe💕💕

hey girl could i get L x pregnant wife reader? like they pregnant with his kid, i don't even want kids but i got hella baby fever 😭

babydoll of course!!! this it literally me when i’m like kids? in this economy? oh but their giggles and the shoes and awwwwwwww

Even though L knows the facts and has already done extensive research on pregnancy and things to do with it, this is one of the only times you can catch him re-doing it.

He’s searching up which chemicals balance your hormones, how quickly children’s feet grow, what natural supplements help with nausea. He knows a lot of the information that he gets provided but it feels nice to just be sure he’s doing it right.

He has no fucking idea what he’s doing. He’s scared that he’ll be a bad father, he’ll be a bad lover to you and that somehow, somewhere along the way, he’ll damage his kid.

So he’s double checking the labels on everything you eat, stacking pillows when you can’t massage you and always, always making sure you feel okay. He’s doing all he can right now to be the best he can be. The slightest twitch of your cheek or murmured groan and he’s dropping his work like it’s a overheated Hot Pocket and rushing over to you.

“Are your feet sore? Is your stomach feeling better? Did you drink the citrus herbal tea Watari left out for you?”

“Babe, babe! I’m fine, it’s just my back. This thing is getting heavy.” You laugh and tap your belly softly with your knuckles.

“Would you like a massage?”

You kiss both his cheeks then his lips. “Go back to work, I’m fine. Go save the world! We’ll be okay, I promise.” and with that, you waddle out of there in the fuzzy slippers he bought you, leaving a dopey grin on his face.

You’re completely unaware that you’re his world. His strong moral code and sense of justice and ego and all of that aside, you’re the most important thing to him and some billionaire getting burglarized could never matter as much as your comfort.

And even though he knows that the baby probably can’t hear him, he still talks to them all the time. His hands cradle your tummy, his eyes wide and watching for any sign of a kick as he recites poetry. He never says anything negative around you anymore because what if his baby can hear?

He speaks only of the goodness he fights for on the daily. He holds your belly and murmurs about love, laughter, good cake, dancing, sunshine, family, warm baths. He dotes on both of you, completely wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t obvious before you got pregnant, the amount of love he holds for you sure is now. He just needs you to be okay and happy because if you are, he is.

Sure, L is a busy guy and sometimes his work distanced him from his relationships but if he had to retire right now and hand over the L legacy to Near, he would do it in a heartbeat just to be with you and his lovely baby.

I liked this it was a pretty dark and the inclusion of y/n being from Kurta clan was interesting. It be more interesting to see it expanded upon with her life with the spiders and interactions with Kurapika. But as is I enjoy this one

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔰

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱: chrollo x pregnant!kurta reader + prompts 12. “haven’t you realized your situation? your life is completely in my hands now.” and 16. "i'll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us."

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰:  a one-night stand between you and chrollo ends up becoming much more, something that you never would have thought could cost you the cozy life you had made in your village alongside your clan.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation/deception, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of nsfw, kidnapping, blood/murder (aka the kurta massacre). this story is a little more morbid than my other work, you have been warned. i will add a cut for when things become more intense :)

You didn't even know it yourself. It was another clan member’s nen ability that informed you of the life growing inside of you–just as theirs ended. The feeling of their bruising grip on your hand letting up ever so slowly as their soul faded away, their last words being something so heavy and bearing so much that you had no choice but to believe them. You knew that you had made a mistake. 

Hiding your face in an attempt to cover up your ever-deepening blush, you turned away from the dark-haired man on his back beside you and sat up, reaching down to pull your cloak off of the floor and begin dressing back up. You felt so embarrassed even after the act was done, this having been your first time–not to mention doing it with a man so charming and seemingly infatuated with you, it was something that you didn’t think you could ever get over. Perhaps you were in a state of shock, did this really just happen? Based on the pleasant but sore sensation between your legs, you didn’t have to pretend. 

It happened on a whim, you had been sent into town by the Clan Elder to buy some extra food from the markets, as this gardening season was off to a slow start and there weren’t enough vegetables to sustain everyone. While at the market you were scanning over various fruits, trying to gauge which ones were new and which were beginning to rot so you could pick the right ones to last you all longer. 

He approached quietly, sneaking up from behind and asking for your opinion on the produce he had selected since you looked like you knew what you were doing. With a smile and an apology (since his sudden voice by your ear had caught you off guard, making you physically jump which then startled him), you were more than happy to help. Somehow, in a whirlwind, one thing led to another and you were following him back to his apartment rather quickly after your meeting, groceries long forgotten. 

“When will I be seeing you again?” he asked, voice husky as he sat up behind you and reached for your hand. He peppered soft kisses along your knuckles, raising chills upon your skin when his lips worked all the way up your arm and to your bare shoulder. You shivered, leaning into him as he pressed against your neck. 

“I don’t know…” your sentence tapered off, a bit too overwhelmed by his warm affections and the clarity of your actions now that they were finished and you had time to reminisce with a clearer mind.

You had somewhat of a lover back in the village, someone you would exchange coy glances with and speak a handful of sweet conversations when the timing was appropriate, away from peeking eyes that would immediately declare your marriage if they caught a glimpse of anything. You knew that you wanted to save yourself for him, but there was just something so irresistible about this stranger, it almost felt like you didn’t have any control of your body when you consented to his advances. You couldn’t even give a definite yes or no to coming back and seeing him again, you were just so confused. Had you just committed adultery? And enjoyed it? Were you going to come back?!

The idea of that put a bitter taste in your mouth. How sickening, how morally unacceptable. With a wince you stood up from beneath the sheets and pulled your clothes back on quickly, ignoring the sticky sensation starting to drip down your thighs even as you pulled your panties back on, moving the substance back up your leg once more. 

“What’s the rush?” he asked, leaning back on his hands and watching you casually, even though you were sure that your urgency was obvious, and there was clearly nothing to be so casual about. You turned to look at him and noticed that the sheet covering his lower half had lowered even further since you stood, making you whip your head right back around with a more crimson complexion than the one you had moments ago.

“I… have to go take care of something at home. They’ll be worried about me, I said I wouldn’t take long in the city” pushing the last button through your shirt and pulling your cloak on once and for all, you brushed yourself off and rushed to the door. 

“Just a minute,” he requested, sitting up a little taller and readjusting the sheet to cover a little more of himself. Thank god. You stopped and spun around with hesitance, waiting for whatever he was about to say with shaky hands that were just itching to pry the door open so you could run out of there. 

“If you’re willing to take a longer route, there’s a path that runs on the edge of the city right by the stall where we met. It’s likely to lead you back home, and there’s a beautiful view there that you cannot miss out on. It should be on the left, you’ll know it when you see it.” 

Your lips twitched upward and he mirrored it, the anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit. You thanked him, and without another moment to spare you dashed away from that room and out of the apartment building as fast as your legs could carry you. 

What had you just done?! You and that boy from the village were not yet tied together by marriage, but you had a definite emotional connection that would have certainly made it feel like cheating if you were to flirt with another man, let alone sleep with one. Your skin felt itchy and dirty, and the way that your underwear was keeping physical evidence of your copulation filled you with pure guilt. You tried to calm yourself down, walking fast so you could get home as soon as possible and wash your body until your skin was rubbed raw. And how would you explain the lack of groceries you were bringing back?!

One thing after another, it continued to get worse. You were now an adulterer who couldn’t even do one thing right and actually bring home the food you were assigned to get. You couldn’t fulfill the only purpose of this trip because you had to act upon a selfish impulse that came over you out of nowhere. One that was sudden and out of your control, but felt that if you did not act upon it you would simply explode, and how perfect that such an attractive stranger was there to care for your needs.

You shook your head when that thought crept in, shaming yourself and looking up to the landscape before you for a distraction. Your eyes scanned around eagerly, and after a brief few seconds of strenuous searching, you noticed a small, rocky path near the fruit stall. The one that the man had mentioned to you.

The anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit.

Ah, perfect. That would be sure to calm you down if he was being honest about the view, and wasn’t just saying that to mess with you in an attempt to delay your trip so you would spend more time with him. You knew your way back home very well since you travelled to the city a lot, you knew that even if this path did not lead back to the village you could easily find your way back so long as you continued walking north. Your mind was set.

Trekking down the road, you began to take deep breaths as all of the unease bubbling up inside of you was becoming unbearable, alongside another nervous feeling that you couldn’t place. You felt entirely unnerved, not quite like you were being watched, but like something very bad was about to happen and take the cake for being the worst part of this already awful day. Perhaps it was just caused by the unfamiliar route home. At the very least, this route may have been longer but was definitely more scenic and a lot quieter than your regular one. You had faith that it would pleasantly surprise you too if there was a hidden and scenic view as that man said. 

That man. You had to try harder to get him out of your head. You tried shaking it, rubbing your eyes and temples as if you could physically wash him away if not will him away. You didn’t know how much more anxiety you could take before your heart simply gave up.

You stopped walking, eyelids closing and hands balling into tight fists. Your heart was pattering harshly within your ribcage, pushing achingly against it, so fast. 

Calm down.

Allowing your eyes to open again, you inhaled deeply and observed the spot where you chose to halt. Blinking, you followed the back-and-forth blowing of elegant green leaves and swirly plants with their sturdy vines. You happened to look over your left shoulder, and to your surprise, a beautiful display of the sky was visible through a patch in the trees, as if its branches had been carved out for it to be seen. As ethereal as the twinkling stars looked against the deepening blue yonder, you had a hard time enjoying it because of that angsty feeling that was clawing at you.

If you wanted to feel better, you had to stop wasting time and get home. Perhaps finally being back to some familiarity would provide comfort, allow you to reset your mind, and pretend that nothing peculiar even happened today. Soaking in the view one final time, you committed it to memory to act as a soother while you continued on. You started to speedwalk, and the more you did continue on, the more the environment around you changed. 

The first thing you noticed was how it was oddly quiet. You knew that you were nearing home because the number of swirly plants had increased, and typically by this point you could hear the distant bustling and soft chatter of your elders. But there was no bustling. There was only pure and utter silence aside from the clop of your shoes against the stones under your feet, and the crunching of the fallen leaves trapped between them. 

Something wasn’t right, now you knew that for certain.

Your walk became a run, you didn’t stop and didn’t care about how many bushes or plants you ripped out of the way until you were back to your territory. 

You nearly tripped from how quickly you had to stop yourself from continuing on at lightning speed, lest you get too close to the scene before you.

It was all red. 

Your eyes started to turn the same colour once they took in and fully analyzed what exactly they were looking at, your limbs became numb, your breath hitched, and bile rose to your throat as you saw the multitude of corpses littered all over your village grounds. 

The deceased bodies of the villagers, of your clan members.

“I tried to delay your arrival…what a shame, I really didn’t want you to see this.” 

This voice was familiar. You had just heard it not long ago.

Having never moved this fast before, you nearly gave yourself whiplash spinning around to see who was behind you. Any uneducated onlooker would notice your scarlet eyes and assume that they must have been burning, or at the very least were starting to burn, considering just how intense your gaze was and how much that deep red glowed. You were expressionless but your teeth were grit and your jaw was tightly clenched. Who dared to speak to you this way after you had just been witness to such a lachrymose sight?!

“I–you…” you sputtered, eyes widening impossibly and muscles seizing in shock when you realized just who dared. 

“Me.” It was spoken softly and quietly, yet it was so loud to you even as the only sound in your ears was the intense thumping of your heart–which felt like it was in your throat.  

The man you had just met with. And a silhouette further behind him, a diversely sized clump that was certainly a hidden group of people. A short trail of blood followed their location, starting thick and narrowing off into smaller drips the closer it got to them.

Why was he here, and who were those people?! You had no doubt that they were the cause of this, what was his connection to them? What else did he know if he had “tried to delay your arrival?”

“Y/N…” a frail voice came from your side, far and low and your head lashed down immediately to see the Clan Elder reaching a trembling hand in your direction. 

He was still alive. 

You wasted no time in scurrying to his side, dropping to your knees, and holding his hand with both of yours. The bloodied, empty sockets where his eyes once were made your blood run cold, and the sight of him shaking his head from side to side as if trying to look for you despite being blinded made you want to cry. 

You couldn’t help but think if you had been home sooner… could you have stopped this from happening? Or would you have fallen victim to the massacre as well?

The Elder’s grip on your arm intensified suddenly, making you gasp and wince in pain as he must have been exerting every last bit of life he had into that grasp. A shimmering white aura surrounded his body, flowing through to his hands and lighting up your skin where he was touching. You began to shake from the strength of it all, watching how suddenly he leaned closer to place his mouth by your ear so he could whisper;

“You’re pregnant.” 

Then he was gone. You could feel and see it all; the way his nails lifted back out of your skin, fingers unravelling from around your wrist as his limbs slid back down to his sides, lifeless. That surrounding glow was gone too, dimming out slowly until there was nothing left.

It didn’t feel real. 

You found yourself leaping away from the sudden hand on your back, scowling at the man from a newly created distance, watching him stand up straight after kneeling down to be at your previous level. Seeing him in such close proximity to your deceased clan made your gut churn, you felt sick. He couldn’t just let you mourn, was he not planning to just rip the bandaid off and admit that he was planning this, that he did this?! 

“Haven’t you realized your situation?” He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze was trained intently on the Clan Elder as his hands reached for his pockets. You watched him sharply, none of his movements going unnoticed as you were overwhelmed with the urge to protect everyone around you despite being too late. 

“Watch what you say to me next,” you warned. You did not have any formal combat experience, and any threat of violence was empty, but you didn’t doubt what could be granted to you by adrenaline. Your words must have intrigued the man though, he looked over at you with a grin and rotated his body so he was facing you completely.

“Y/N…” he whispered, using your name for the first time since your meeting which made your skin crawl, and he lifted his hands with upward-facing palms as he began to approach.

Backing away from him was instinctive, but you weren’t careful about your steps and lost your footing, falling backward. Landing on your back, the instant cushioning of your fall made you choke because that fall should have hurt and been solid–you should have landed on a cement path, you knew where you had been standing despite the heavy carmine liquid that was soaking into and staining the rock. 

You were stuck in your landing place for a moment, the sound of your racing pulse booming through your ears once more as you swallowed dryly and looked to your side, head twitching at a turtle’s pace. You didn’t want to see more of it, you already knew what you landed on and what you would be met with if you looked, but it was too late.

The eyeless, deeply frowning face of your husband-to-be. Dead.

Releasing a shrill cry, you could now feel your entire world crashing down. Despair replaced what was once burning anger inside of you. You couldn’t even fight the man off as he walked over and crouched down, lifting you up to a seated position, embracing you, and twisting your head into his chest to shield your eyes. He shushed you, caressed your hair, and rubbed your back, telling you that it was okay, that you were okay. 

He was so, so wrong, he certainly knew it too. The sweetness in his voice sounded false, much too tender in such a horrible situation that it may as well have just been full-on laughter at you. 

You heaved and gasped for air, your entire body shaking as you felt so helpless, trapped in the arms of your clan’s definite killer and embracing him atop the mound of dead bodies, bodies that belonged to those who were like family to you. It was blasphemous, but nobody else was here to help you now.

Everyone was gone. 

But did you deserve help anyway? You allowed this man to seduce you, to have you in his bed, and take you away from that family for so much time; enough for him to plan a killing spree of them all. This was your fault.

You felt his mouth on your cheek, giving a slow and tender kiss, and his hand came up as he pulled away to drag his thumb along where his lips once were. His voice was by your ear shortly after, and he whispered his next words for only you to hear. 

“Your life is completely in my hands now. I’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us. What a powerful family we’ll make together, I’m absolutely thrilled to meet our child."

Another kiss. And another. And one more, on your jaw this time. He was showering you in affection, effectively distracting you as he continued on with kissing, caressing, and embracing you while he stood and held you firmly against him, turning you both back to the path you arrived here on. He was essentially dragging you along like a body bag, you had been paralyzed moments ago once the sight of your deceased lover engrained itself into your memory forever–staying there, looking right at you every time you dared to blink. Your feet picked up remnants of blood as he hauled you along, creating clean lines in the excessive puddles of it where your shoes once were. 

What more could you have done? If you had never obeyed your Elder’s wishes and gone to the market, you would not have met this man whose name you still did not know. Your meeting seemed fated; as if he spared you on purpose, and this slaughter was already planned with the intention of leaving you out of it. But why? Would you ever know? 

All you could do was accept your fate, any future with the clan was finished, because they were not with you anymore. Your life would have no path without them, so you didn’t mind allowing your clan’s killer to be the dictator of your new life. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he was the father of your child after all, and you were a Kurta. Not all hope was lost.

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Kitsune Nagito is now one of my new favorite things

the devil's tango

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out

Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.

They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.

You? You don't care.

Or... you don't care enough to listen.

It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous. 

The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.

Ghosts come out on full moons or something.

A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.

You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.

The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.

The temperature was dropping rapidly.

You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.

"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.

You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.

It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.

The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.

"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"

Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?

"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.

"No," He smiles. "You haven't."

"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."

"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."

"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.

"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."

"By the demons?"

"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.

He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."

"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"

"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."

It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.

"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.

He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"

You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."

"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.

"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."

Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."

"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.

The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.

You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.

The news trickles in slowly at first.

There's been a murder in the village.

You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.

Then, a second.

A third.

A fourth.

It's a serial murder case.

The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.

You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.

"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."

"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"

"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."

"Thank you."

The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.

Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.

"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.

The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.

The stop is the same temple you passed that night.

You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor. 

Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.

The moon rises to start its night.

It's cold in the temple. 

It's another full moon again.

You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.

"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.

"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."

"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."

You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."

"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."

You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"

"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.

"Mm?"

"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."

Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.

"And how do I get rid of the curse?"

"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."

"Huh?"

Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.

You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."

"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.

"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.

Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest. 

"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple. 

"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.

"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.

"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"

Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.

He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open. 

"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.

You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.

He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste. 

"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"

Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.

You look heavenly. 

Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.

You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face. 

Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind. 

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.

He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.

"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.

"H-huh?"

"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.

"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.

"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.

"Can I move?"

"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.

"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"

You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.

"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."

Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.

"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck. 

"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.

Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.

Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.

"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."

"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."

You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.

His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.

He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."

You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.

His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."

You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."

Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.

The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Where... am I?"

"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"

"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."

His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.

"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."

"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you."

I legit can totally see that for all of them. Especially Ota who kinks are already pretty well laid out in the app and Soryu who doesn’t seem to give too much of a fuck about anyone sexually or otherwise (though I might agree with those two’s perceived orientation the most just be because those two are my fav in game🤣). I can tell this was well thought out especially since I’ve never thought about any of their orientations before and this has great detail put into it.

I know the bidders are straight but I've been wondering. In an alternate universe where they don't have an mc to seduce and could be any orientation, what do you think they would be? Like if you could rewrite the bidders orientation, how would you see them?

Eisuke

The Eisuke we meet before he and MC become involved with each other is someone who doesn't like relationships

At least not genuine, long-term, committed relationships

So I could see him identifying as aromantic...though, not asexual

Eisuke doesn't like being tied down to anyone so he would prefer to limit his...personal interactions to hookups, so that he can be sexually satisfied without the hassle of breaking things off with people

And I can only see him identifying as straight/heterosexual

He would probably come out publicly, seeing as he would get asked in interviews when he was going to settle down, what type of woman he'd want to marry, etc.

He doesn't see that as anyone else's business but his own, but he would rather not have to keep dodging the same questions over and over

Soryu

I thought I immediately knew what to put for Soryu, but actually I don't as I can see him not knowing for sure himself

He doesn't show much, if any, attraction towards women, so he might question if he's gay

That is, if he happens to give any thought towards his sexuality; I don't think he would without any sort of prompting, such as a fellow mafia boss light-heartedly asking when he's going to marry and provide the Dragons an heir

But then again, he doesn't feel a distinct attraction towards men either

He feels more comfortable around them for sure, but sexual/emotional attraction? Maybe not

So Soryu might settle on the idea that he's asexual and aromantic

And he would keep it to himself because of the expectation to marry and have children for the sake of the Ice Dragons

He'd make his peace with having a loveless marriage in the future and fulfilling his 'husbandly duties' until they produced two children and that's it for him

Baba

Now onto Baba, and his is easy

I can 100% see him identifying as pansexual

Baba is very 'come as you are' with people; as long as they're a good person, that's all he cares about

Male, female, gender-fluid, non-binary...it doesn't matter how the person he loves identifies because what matters to him is their character, humor, intelligence, etc.

He might debate whether or not to come out to his fellow bidders versus keeping his dating life private, but he'd ultimately decide that he doesn't want to feel like he's hiding a part of himself

So he'd casually come out to the guys, who would accept him, and he'd also be very open with any questions they might have

If the others feel like asking questions to find out more about pansexuality or about what it means to Baba, then he'd be more than happy to help them understand

Ota

This one's going to be short because I cannot see Ota being anything other than straight lol

He isn't attracted to men, but is definitely attracted to women

And while he's supportive of people who identify as this, he'd probably wouldn't be open to dating a non-binary person

I think it's strictly women for him

Mamoru

If one were to speculate on Mamo's orientation, it wouldn't be a stretch to consider aromantic

However, this is not the case, in fact, he is just lazy lol

Mamoru doesn't actively pursue relationships as he deems that as too much of a hassle

Dating apps, planning activities, investing the time in getting to know a stranger...he's not really interested

So it's not that he doesn't experience romantic attraction, he just doesn't really express it

Mamoru is heterosexual, experiences both sexual and romantic attraction, but just prefers to be alone and do whatever he wants without worrying about another person lol

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I hope this was decent and delivered as respectfully as possible! Thanks for the prompt!