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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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"What do you think, dear?" Your mother turned to you with a smile. "A horse ride with your future husband sounds quite relaxing, don't you think?"

"It would be quite relaxing, if my future husband actually knew how to ride horses instead of betting on them," you replied flatly, staring right into the man's dark eyes. He met your deadpan look with a smug grin, corners of his mouth curling upwards.

"Touché, my love!" You grit your teeth at the pet name. "Although, I am quite certain you will enjoy the riveting show of horse racing just as much, with my presence by your side!"

"I'm sure she will come to enjoy a few games!" your father agreed. "I myself cannot deny the joy of horse betting."

"Wonderful story, father," you rolled your eyes. Standing up from your seat, you bunched up your skirts as you began making a hasty exit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to worry about," you turned back with a spiteful glare, "such as making sure my kingdom doesn't fall to ruins."

You never liked waiting for responses, and so you left with those final words hanging in the air. Your platter of food had barely been touched, but who could blame you? Your appetite was no longer with you after having to sit at a table with three people who you currently felt nothing but anger towards.

You didn't actually know what you were going to do after leaving the dining hall. If you were being honest, you didn't particularly feel like studying or reading -- you were sure that if you picked up a book, or any object for that matter, it would just end up being hurled at the wall.

Your stomach churned uncomfortably as you stalked down the large, empty hallways. Your footsteps echoed around you, too loud for your tastes. They rang in your ears like high-pitched white noise, never ending, ringing and ringing. It made your chest feel tight. Which you found odd; you were sure you hadn't worn a corset on this particular day.

Everything seemed to be doing a great job at ticking you off, so you took a sharp left instead of a right towards your quarters, heading for the garden. You paused in the glass doorway, eyes scanning over the tall bushes and bunches of flowers decorating the space. The large fountain could just about be seen in the distance, the moon above casting a glinting glow on its running water.

Taking careful steps down, you sighed heavily as your foot made contact with the gravelled pathway, the crunching stones muffling the sound of your heels greatly. You spotted a few guards patrolling the perimeter, each of them giving you a stiff bow before marching onward, their guns propped against their shoulders. You held your tongue this time as they passed.

It was dark, but not dark enough so that you couldn't see where you were going. A breeze swept by, but it's calming nature was lost on you. You slowed your quick pace down to a gentle walk, eyeing the delicately trimmed hedges that stood tall around you.

In most kingdoms, the hedges would be covered in roses, always deep crimson, and always blooming. You had always wondered if they were even real. You had touched their petals, but they didn't feel like silk; thy felt rough and fabricated. Empty, with no sense of care oozing from their centres. They were just as fake as the smiles others had sent your way, ever since you were young.

You raised a hand, stretching a single finger outward towards the flower. It's bleeding colours were darkened under the night sky. For a moment, you forgot that roses were red. This one looked black. Pure black, a darkened abyss, swirling and writhing, contorting into sneering faces. It swayed in the breeze, laughing and mocking you.

You returned your hand. Turning away, you headed towards the fountain, taking a seat on its marble ring. Your tiara was in your hands again. You could barely make out it's engraved designs. The cut gems had lost their flare. They were dull, now. They were nothing more than stones to you. Nothing special. Nothing unique. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Amidst the trickling of water from behind you, a pair of footsteps sounded from nearby. You straightened your posture, replacing the tiara above your locks, glancing over to your right. A horrible glare graced your features when you saw who it was.

"Please, wait! Don't leave yet!" Karamatsu spoke first, hastening his walk into a jog to reach you. He looked like a lost puppy, eyes wide and brows upturned as he begged you through his dark orbs to stay.

'Pathetic.'

"Well? What do you want?" you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your nose up in spite. The man took a deep breath, whether in relief or to calm his anger, you didn't care.

"Princess, I... Would it be alright if I sat with you here?" He timidly asked, a small smile on his lips. It wasn't the same one as before. You raised a brow.

"That's what you came all the way out here for?" You sighed heavily, standing from your seat. "I don't have to time to waste on the likes of you." You began walking away, annoyance rolling off of you in waves.

"No-- Wait!" He grabbed a hold of your wrist, harshly halting your movements. "I just meant that--"

"Don't you get it?" you whipped around, boring your hardened gaze into his own eyes. He flinched at the look. "You are nothing but a burden to me. I want nothing to do with you, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind!" your voice raised with each word, and you caught yourself before it could get any worse.

Taking a deep breath, you yanked your wrist out of his hand.

"I'm giving you one more warning. Leave by morning, if you know what's good for you." You turned away once more.

"...Do you really hate me that much?"

His voice was soft and gentle. No trace of anger was there in his words. Not even sadness. It was an emotion you couldn't quite identify. You turned to look at him. The moon shone down over him, casting a ghostly glow over his face.

He was smiling. Now you knew what it was. It was understanding.

"...I see," he bowed low to you, the same way he did when he first met you. "I bid you a goodnight, Princess. Sleep well."

You had no words. Nothing left your lips, although they were parted. You stared at him for a moment, then you turned and finally walked away. Reaching the steps back up the castle, you paused, the itching urge to look back one more time biting at you, but you fought against it.

You didn't care. You didn't care. You didn't.

The castle was quiet now. Your footsteps didn't bother you this time. The emptiness didn't disturb you this time. Your stomach was no longer churning. All was still. Was it always this quiet?

Reaching your room, you didn't bother to change out of your dress just yet. Instead, you moved towards you tall window in the dark, moving away the thick curtains. You sank to the ground, your skirts flattening out around you like a withering flower. You stared upwards, towards the moon.

A plain white disc in the sky. Greying in some areas. A soft, dark shadow surrounding its edges. The stars couldn't sparkle as bright as the moon. No matter what. The stars that hung in the night sky could never, ever, shine as bright as the moon.

You sat there, nails digging into your upper arms as you lost yourself in thought. The moon rose higher and higher. So many thoughts, and at the same time, nothing at all.

Osomatsu - A Promise I'll Break

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"What do you think of death?"

The question was very sudden and out of the blue. You snapped your head over to the man beside you, sat casually in his seat with a steaming coffee mug in hand. His eyes, glowing a vibrant green, stared inquisitively at your tense figure as he sipped at his beverage, the skeletal mask that covered his lower face removing itself eerily.

"I...I'm not sure what you mean.." It was the truth. With a being like him asking a question like that, there could be a few dark undertones that you wished not to uncover.

"Well, y'know.." he gestured lazily with his free hand, black mist swirling around him in an unearthly manner. He didn't belong here. "A lot of people seem like their scared of death, finding it to be a horrifying journey that the naked eye can't witness.." he chuckled at that, allowing a shiver to run up your spine, "But sometimes, people see it as a blessing, in a way. A person's spirit can finally leave this world in peace."

He turned his gaze back to you.

"So, what do you think of it?"

You stared adamantly down at your own clear drink. Your fingers were enlarged under the water's image, pressing tightly against the glass. Small bubbles of air filtered around the liquid, rising to the top before bursting all to quickly.

"I'm not sure, sir.. It is true that it can be.. terrifying, staring death in the eyes," you shuddered again, "But I do have hope that there is something waiting for us.. A happier place, maybe."

The man hummed, leaning his head back to the stair at the ceiling, his brown hair flopping back over his scalp. Suddenly, he sat up straight, pointing at you.

"I told you to stop calling me 'sir!" You jolted, carefully manoeuvring your glass so that your water wouldn't spill. "C'mon, what do I have to do to at least get you to call me by my name? It's not hard! Say it with me: O-so-ma-tsu!"

With him being who he was, you would have thought that he would act more mature —wise, even — but he had no such personality traits. He instead acted like a man child in desperate need for attention, specifically from you. You hated it, because it meant you had to see him more often around your workplace, which only served to unnerve you. And he was either oblivious to this, or chose to purposefully ignore it.

You glanced over to the clock, eyes lighting up at the time. You swiftly stood up after swallowing down your glass of water, grabbing your coat and bag from the coatrack.

"You're leaving?" he frowned, swivelling in his chair to watch you. You barely spared him a look, unable to force yourself to stare back into those gleaming green eyes.

"Yes, my shift is over for today."

"Ah, I see... But don't forget!" he called after you before you could leave the room. "We have 'graveyard' shift tomorrow!" he grinned, watching you tense up at the shoulders.

You were outside the room now, facing the empty hallway, except it wasn't empty. Ghostly figures slipped past you every now and then, there skin and clothing wafting through the air like silk, although it wouldn't feel like the material at all, should you touch it. You knew that first hand.

"Safe travels, [Y/N]." was the last words you heard from him that night as you shut the door behind you, clutching at your bag tightly as you wove your way through the hauntingly empty corridors. All you wanted to do was go home.

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The air was colder than you had anticipated, your fingers and face feeling numb to the cool night air. You sighed heavily as you finally made it inside the hospital, quickly making your way over to the staff room, where you knew he would be waiting oh-so eagerly for you.

As you turned down a hallway, you came to a sudden stop, barely preventing yourself from crashing into another nurse turning the same corner. You both jumped back with a noise of surprise, wide eyes regarding one another before relaxing.

"Oh, hey [Y/N]," the nurse chuckled, holding a hand to her chest. "You're on duty now?"

You gave no response, staring at something over her shoulder. She raised a brow as all colour seemed to drain itself from your face. "..[Y/N]..? Is everything okay?" she turned her head over her shoulder, frowning as she found nothing there.

But of course she wouldn't see anything. She wasn't born with this curse. She should be grateful, to not be able to see the decaying face of a remaining spirit, hovering over her with its jaw unhinged and eyes filled with nothing but darkness. You bit back the urge to vomit as it raised a rotting hand, shoving its jaw back into place with a sickening crack.

"Uh... Maybe you should get some water. I'll.. see you tomorrow, [Y/N]." The nurse left you quickly, and you knew she was looking back at you with odd glances. She would probably go and tell everyone else what had happened. You could practically hear the conversation already:

'That new girl is so weird, staring at nothing! It's like she's seeing things! She should get herself checked out, maybe she's not all good up there.'

"[Y/N]?"

You jumped, whipping around to find Osomatsu staring at you blankly. His cape-like jacket flowed behind him as he came closer to you, stopping just in front of you. His eyes flickered over your shoulder before returning to you as he tilted his head.

"You good? You were kinda just standing there."

You stammered for a moment, turning to look behind you and, to no surprise of your own, finding no spirit floating there like it was before. You sighed quietly, feeling a headache already coming on.

"I'm.. fine."

"..Good!" he smiled, walking past you with a beckon of his hand, " 'Cuz we have a lot of paperwork to get through and pass out, so let's not waste any time, yeah?"

Of course he wouldn't actually care for your wellbeing. With a twitch of your eye, you begrudgingly followed behind him, keeping your head low and ignoring the want to cover your ears to block out the ugly groans and wails of those others couldn't see. You wished you could be like them.

As soon as you sat down in that swivelling office chair, you willed your mind to switch onto autopilot, wanting to zone out the rest of the night as much as you could and get lost in your work. It would be easier to deal with the terrible hours you were having to endure. But no matter how hard you tried, this particular night seemed to want you completely aware of everything that was going on around you.

You were constantly jumping in your seat as spirit after spirit wandered in and out of the room, their whispering calls and cries for their loved ones ringing in your ears for minutes on end. The temperature in the room seemed to drop lower than room temperature, making you shiver. Not even the steaming mug of coffee beside you warmed you up.

And then, there was Osomatsu, who was supposed to be helping you, but was instead whining about everything that came to his mind, blabbering on non-stop and even snickering at you whenever you had a scare. It irritated you greatly, but you were also afraid. You couldn't exactly say anything back to him — not if you wanted your life ripped from you in the blink of an eye.

Just when you thought you had just about enough of it all, he spoke to you in a more serious tone.

"Y'know, I've heard some things about you."

You froze in your seat. You knew where this was going. This was the absolute last thing you had wanted.

"Well, I heard stuff about you before you even started working here. Word spreads real fast, don't you think?"

You grip on the computer mouse tightened. You needed him to stop. Talking.

"But you know how rumours are. You can't exactly trust them, seeing as how everyone just ends up twisting them to match their own ideals. So I figured I'd just ask you directly — makes things easier."

There was a moments silence, the sound of a chair squeaking beside you as he leaned forward in his seat becoming deafeningly loud in the quiet space.

"I heard that you working here has made it your fourth transfer this month."

"How did you—?"

"They say," he cut you off, cat green eyes locking onto your own coloured orbs as you turned towards him, "That it's because you say you're seeing things. Someone even said it's because you weren't deemed 'suitable' to work at a couple other hospitals. The things that you say you've seen... aren't exactly kid friendly, are they?"

You bit down on your lip hard. His lower face was obscured by that mask again, with its skeletal jaw and raw bone outlining the glow of his eyes dangerously as he grinned, as if he had struck gold. The scythe he always carried was resting across his lap, glinting under the light, a reminder of just how close death was to you.

"I.." Your voice wavered, hesitant to tell the truth, but you knew deep down that he probably already knew it, for a lot longer than you thought he did.

"It's not.. my fault.." you sighed, lowering your face into your hands and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes in a poor attempt to keep your tears at bay, the stress now catching up to you, "I don't want to see these.. these things all the time, but they won't go away.. they're everywhere.."

"What do you see?"

"...I see things like you." Your heart began to pick up speed as it thrummed in your ears, close to bursting as you finally plucked up the courage to speak.

"Things — no, people, that aren't alive anymore. Spirits, spectres, ghosts, whatever you want to call them. And —... And reapers, like you," You shuddered, "I can see it all. Wherever I go, they're always following me.."

Osomatsu still hadn't given you a response, and your worry spiked. You didn't want to open your eyes to witness another angry reaper, ready to chase you out of another job. The last one had almost caught you. You couldn't go through that again.

"I know who you really are, Matsuno," you still refrained from using his 'real' name, "But I swear, I'm not here to get in your way! I'm just here to do my job as a nurse, I want to help people! I don't.. I don't mean to disturb you. So, please... Please don't try to get rid of me. I really need this job.."

"Why would I try to get rid of you?"

You paused.

"The last reaper I ran into.. didn't like me all too much.." you grimaced at the memory. "He thought I was trying to save the souls he had to reap, and he chased me away from the hospital. I can't go back there, even if I wanted to.."

Osomatsu chuckled softly.

"Sounds like little Ichimatsu, alright.." he mumbled to himself, whilst you were too busy staring at him, bewildered that he had just laughed at you. Was this all a joke to him? You really hoped it wasn't.

He leaned back in his seat again, resting his arms behind his head in a relaxed position. Grinning at you, you watched as his mask and dark clothing slowly dissolved away, revealing the usual male nurse uniform that others had always seen, and you had rarely seen on him.

"I had a feeling you were an odd one," he hummed. "Ever since you stepped foot in this place, these old wisps have been gravitating towards you like a magnet."

"I'm sorry," you blurted. "They always seem to attach to me. I don't mean for it to happen—"

"I know, you don't need to start blubbering over it," he raised a hand. "If anything, you always want to just get away from them, and that's enough for me to know that you're not gonna ruin my own little gig I got here, too. So, how about we strike a small deal?"

He held out a gloved hand, still keeping that cattish smile plastered over his lips. You cocked a brow, suspiciously eyeing his outstretched palm.

"You promise to me that you won't get in the way of my 'work'," he used his free hand to make quote marks over the word, "and I'll promise not to mess with you either. Deal?"

"...It's not just you who messes with me here," you reminded him, just in time to catch another spirit wander into the room. It stared at you blankly for a moment, hollow eyes staring deep into your soul, then shifted over to Osomatsu before leaving again.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes as he groaned. "I'll make sure neither I nor the other spirits in this place mess with you. Is that better?"

Something deep in the back of your mind was screaming that it wasn't better. Trusting a reaper of all things was a bad idea, and making a deal with one was even worse. But, as you stared into his gleaming eyes, what choice did you have?

"..Just peachy.." you slipped your hand into his, the cold of his flesh seeping into your warm palm as he shook it twice firmly, his smile widening and showing off his shrunken fangs.

"Y'know, I have a feeling things are gonna get a little more interesting around here, now." You grimaced, snatching your hand away from him.

"I hope not."

"Ugh, you humans are all so boring.." he whined. You ignored him, turning back to your computer. As much as you hated admitting it to yourself, you couldn't deny that the weight on your shoulders had lightened just a small bit, enough for you to breath without having that constricting feeling in your chest.

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Osomatsu should have known something was wrong.

A smooth four months had sailed by since your deal, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying your presence more and more as the days went by.

The one day where you didn't come in for work, though, he shrugged it off. Even when he had overheard that you hadn't called in to give any reasoning behind your absence, he didn't think too much of it. Humans were weak things compared to him, after all; if you needed a break, then he wouldn't dwell on it any longer.

That single day turned into two days. Then those two days turned into three days. Then those three days turned into three weeks.

Osomatsu grew more agitated by the day. His mood was visibly worsening, snapping at anyone when they would tell him they didn't know where you were. He didn't understand why he felt that way. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so angry at the fact that he didn't know where you were. The deep pit in his stomach was telling him that something bad had happened. He should be worried.

But why should he be worried? You were a human. You were weaker than him, had less of a lifespan than him, so what if you could see spirits and random shit like he could? He was a reaper, an all powerful being that could suck the soul out of your body with a single tap of his scythe. Why should he care about what's happened to you?

He shoved those feelings deep into the back of his mind, attempting to erase them as quickly as he could. He didn't need these insignificant feelings getting in the way of his work.

It wasn't enough, though.

No one had expected to see you come into his hospital room, wrapped in numerous bandages and heavy casts on your right arm and leg. Your bruised eyes were shut closed as a small patch of stitching made itself clear on your left brow, your breathing deep as if you were simply sleeping, but he knew it was so much more than that.

Just one look, and all those feelings came bursting to the forefront of Osomatsu's mind as he stared at you in bewilderment.

"She came in last night," someone was telling him, but he wasn't focusing on them. "She was taken from her home about a month ago, and was beaten pretty brutally. We're still trying to figure out why and how this has happened, but until she's feeling well enough, she'll be under your care, Matsuno."

Whoever was speaking to him left the room not soon after, leaving you and Osomatsu alone. He was still staring at your battered form, eyes shifting from a muddy brown to a fluorescent green as he eyed the glow around your body. It was flickering, significantly dimmer than the last time he had seen you —back then, you were glowing.

His black clothing slipped itself over his uniform like a shadow, a hood falling low over his forehead as his mask settled onto his lower jaw, lips pressed into a firm line as he grasped his scythe. Stepping towards you, he hovered his scythe over your heart for a moment before shifting the sharpened tip to your temple, tapping it once as the bright hospital room fell away into darkness.

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You stared down at the flowing white dress that had draped itself over you. Rubbing the material between your fingertips, you barely acknowledged how soft it felt before letting it fall to your side with a sigh.

The luminosity of your dress was the only thing to stand out in this darkness that surrounded you. You felt as if you had walked in circles trying to figure out where you were, only to realise that you weren't moving at all. It was a perpetual loop, never ending, never beginning.

You sat yourself on the solid ground beneath you, tucking your legs close to your chest as you rested your chin on your knees, arms wrapping around yourself in a feeble attempt at comfort.

You knew what this all meant. Your end was coming soon, and all you could do was wait for that end to come for you. You began to wonder who would come to take you, and a brief image of a familiar face came to mind before you waved it away.

Having him see you as you were now — feeble and vulnerable — was nothing short of humiliating for you. On top of that, you really didn't want his face to be the last thing you would see before you... left. It would only make things harder.

You didn't know if time existed wherever you were, but you felt as if you had sat there for a lifetime, occupying yourself by tracing over the scattered bruises over your exposed arms from your dress. You couldn't feel the pain, but you knew it was there. How long had you endured all of that for? You lost track of the days a long time ago.

The sound of footfalls echoing around you in the vast blank space made you perk up. Not seeing anything to your left or right, you turned around, hand pressing to the cool floor as your breath caught in your throat.

"Had a feeling I would find you here," Osomatsu jested as he stood casually before you, leaning against the mantle of his scythe with his free hand resting in his pocket.

"Are you here to.. take me away?" Your quiet voice amplified itself in the silence, reaching his ears easily. He seemed to contemplate this question, eyes squinting as he peered at you, taking steps towards you before he knelt down in front of you.

"It is my job to do so, but right now..?" He ran a hand through his hair under his hood, chuckling weakly, "I don't know."

You lowered your head, unable to look him in the eyes, now for many different reasons. You flinched at the feeling of his fingers pressing under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him once more as he scrutinised the markings on your face. It became unsettling to watch his face fall blank, a slate of no emotion whilst he gazed at you.

"..I've heard different rumours this time," quoting himself from all this months ago. How you wished to go back to those times. At least it was easier to live than it was now. "Somebody took you, and somebody hurt you." He traced his index finger up, over the curve of your cheek to the arch of your brow, barely brushing over the cut that had rested there. "Who did this to you?"

"I don't know.. They wanted me for my 'gift'.." you spat the word out with a scowl, "But does it matter?" You looked away from him again. "If you're here to take me away, then hurry up and do it already."

"Why are you so eager to end your life here?" Osomatsu tilted his head.

"Because what else do I have out there?!" You yelled in frustration, tears finally rolling down your heated cheeks. "Even if I live, there's not going to be anything waiting for me! Everything keeps getting worse and worse — I can't take it anymore!"

"And yet you're still here."

"Because you won't reap my soul—!"

"Because you still want to live."

He stood up, reaching for your wrists and pulling you up with him. You stuttered as he pressed your firmly against his chest, his hand forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Do you think I just take whatever soul I want whenever I want to?" He huffed a laugh at you, wiping away a fresh tear with the pad of his thumb. "I take souls who are ready and willing to die. And for you, that's not the case. If you were truly willing to die, I would have taken your soul the minute you were brought into this hospital."

Staring up at him, you found it hard to look away a third time. Even as your vision blurred his features together, you could still point out his eyes. You had never noticed how pretty they were like this, glinting like cut jade, shaped and moulded into perfect orbs.

"I know I made a deal to you," he mumbled, eyes half-lidded as he clutched you closer, "But just this once, let me break it. Let me get you out of here."

"...Will you be there when I wake up?"

He laughed louder this time, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest.

"I'll be there for as long as you need. Or until you get sick of me."

You let out a watery giggle. You were sure that you were past that stage.

It was odd. A mere few months ago, you had despised being in the presence of this reaper. Yet now, you were clutching onto him tighter than ever as you nodded along to his proposal, wanting nothing more than to drown yourself in his comfort as you found yourself in a hospital room, blinking up at the ceiling.

✧ Osomatsu - Courage

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"[Y/N], where are ya'? The movie's gonna start, sweetheart!" Osomatsu called from the living room. You startled, clenching your nightwear.

"I-I'm coming, one minute!"

Taking a deep breath, you stared determinedly at your reflection.

"No backing out. He needs this. You can do it." You pointed at yourself, muttering under your breath. With a firm nod, you marched out of the bathroom and into the living room, only for your confidence to fizzle into nervousness upon seeing your boyfriend's figure on your couch.

You stood to his left, out of his line of sight, watching as he rested on the cushioned seats with his arms hanging over the back of the furniture, and his wide and relaxed. His pale, half-lidded eyes watched the tv screen with boredom as another commercial danced over the screen.

He had come to you after a long day, seeking refuge in your home. You wanted to give him more so that he could relax, just like he had accepted you with open arms so many times before. You couldn't back out now.

You took a step forward, and then another, getting closer to Osomatsu as he finally noticed you were in the room.

"Cute as ever, baby," he smirked, eyeing you up and down. Your cheeks flushed, and you gave him a shaky smile.

"Can I... sit with you?" What a ridiculous question. You knew it the minute it left your mouth, mentally smacking yourself. Oso raised a brow, patting the empty spaces on both his sides.

"Go for it. This is your house, [Y/N]," he chuckled, loving the way your face heated up. With a small nod, you came closer to him.

You lifted a leg and rested it on one side of his hip, then the other, keeping your gaze everted to his chest, although you could feel his widened gaze burn into you. Once you had straddled him, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, fingers curling into his soft tresses as you placed your head on his shoulder, burying your warm cheeks into the crook of his neck.

Osomatsu's arms reacted almost immediately, wrapping themselves around your waist and holding you flush against him. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, and you felt it buzz against you.

"What're you up to, baby doll?" Deep and raspy, right up against your ear and tickling your skin with his lips. A shiver ran down your spine, but you forced it away so you could speak.

"I-I just... wanted to hold you..." you tighten your hold on him to prove your point, not wanting to look at him just yet.

"And the movie?"

"I've seen it already, so..." you trailed off, not having really thought about an excuse. However, it didn't seem like you would need one. Oso leaned into your hold, one of his palms sliding down to rest under your thigh, warm, calloused fingers tracing your softer, chubbier skin.

Half an hour into the movie and you had completely relaxed, the calming feeling of Oso tracing random patterns across your skin becoming as soothing as your fingertips scratching the back of his scalp.

Phase two could now begin.

Oso loved teasing you with affection, getting good amusement out of your reddened face and flustered reactions. You took inspiration once more to give him something in return.

Shifting your head to the other side, your lips just about brushed against the skin of his neck. You felt him tense up for a split second.

Slowly, you dragged your lips up and down the side of his neck, leaving a burning trail in your wake. Osomatsu's fingers dug a little deeper into your skin.

Feeling bolder, you began to leave kitten licks along your path, finally resting at the junction between his neck and shoulder. Caught in the heat of the moment, you grazed your teeth over his skin before taking it into your mouth, suckling and biting for a few moments. A low groan left Oso's throat, leaning his head away to give you better access.

Satisfied, you released him with a small pop, leaning back to take a look at your handiwork. You had never marked him before, and seeing the red spot with jagged teeth marks litter his neck made a sweet hotness pool inside of you.

"[Y/N]..."

You gasped as Oso took a hold of your wrists, flipping you over to rest your back on the couch as he hovered over you. A light blush had made its way to his cheeks, a sight so rare, it filled you with a sense of pride. Which was forgotten about as quickly as it had come.

"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, doll," he growled, a wide smirk covering his face as he peered down at you, lust evident in his gaze. You whined as he rolled his hips against you, feeling his hardened length against your core.

"Or maybe I need to remind you."

[ 1. ]

Dark. Everything was so dark.

Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to pry them open. You blinked the bleariness away, but it did nothing to remove the pitch black surrounding you.

Shifting around, you tried to bring your arms up to your face, only to discover that you couldn't move them. Furrowing your brows, your tugged your arms upwards, and it was then that you felt a harsh burn around your wrists. You twisted them, the rough material binding you rubbing away at your skin.

Was that... rope?

Slowly, your senses came back to you, all fatigue now gone from your system as panic began to take over.

You shuffled your legs next, only to find them bound to the legs of whatever chair you were sat on, ankles crossed over each other and a pressure on your thighs telling you that there was no way you could move.

As your breathing began to pick up pace, you tried to remember how you got into this situation in the first place, but there was nothing that could have lead to such a situation. You drew up blank after blank.

Struggling against the rope bindings once more, you felt the sensation of some material against your neck and shoulders. A bag had been placed over your head, obscuring your view.

Without the use of your hands, there wasn't any way you'd be able to get that thing off of your head. You wiggled your fingers experimentally, wincing at their stiffness. They went numb for a moment, but as the blood circulated back into them, you stretched them upwards towards the knitted rope just above your palms. Unfortunately, the rope was too high up you for to reach.

You desperately willed your fingers to reach higher, feeling the rope brush just above your fingertips, the strain on them causing your hand to cramp up. Your throat tightened, tears of frustration and fear filling the corners of you eyes.

What was happening? Why were you here? Were you going to die here? You didn't want to die. Not yet, not here, not like this.

But as your life flashed before your eyes, you had a sudden thought.

'Maybe it won't be so bad.. to die now.'

It's not like you had anyone waiting for you. It's not like you were going to do anything worthwhile with your life. So what was the point? Maybe you should just accept this. You were going to die here. So what? Who would care?

A loud bang of a door hitting a wall made you jolt violently. You whipped your head around in a dumb attempt to see what had made that sound, then froze at the sound of heavy footsteps heading towards you.

You held your breath when the steps stopped, right in front of you.

"She's awake, boss."

A man's voice. Deep and raspy. You didn't know who he was.

"Let's take a look at her then."

Another man. Slightly higher pitched, and a lot less intense. He sounded very calm. You didn't know who he was, either.

You flinched at the feeling of a hand near your neck. It pulled the bag off of you in one swift movement. Your hair fell over your face in a mess, and you took deep breaths of fresh air. You flinched again as a hand cupped your chin, slowly raising your face and brushing the hair away from your eyes.

The man had blonde hair and steely grey eyes. He was smiling at you. The way it looked on his face whilst he gazed at your face and body, the single light in the room shining down on him from above, made you sick. There was something about him that made your blood run cold, and he hadn't even done anything to you yet.

"Good job," he chuckled to the other man, who had moved to the corner of the room by the door. He was very tall, with a strong chest and arms bulging with muscle. His eyes were narrow and stern, boring into you. It made you shiver unpleasantly.

"You cold?" The blonde asked, not waiting for an answer as he stood up. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're gonna have to stay in here for a little longer. If you cooperate well with us, though, I might just let you up into my office instead."

His grin was sleazy and dangerous. You hated it. Your lips began to tremble the more you looked at him. You couldn't speak, your throat was too dry.

The two of you stared at one another for a silent minute, waiting. But you did nothing, and neither did he.

Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

"Suit yourself." He made his way over to the door, stopping to speak to the tall man. "Just make sure she doesn't try to escape. Those idiots will be here soon."

He glanced back at you one more time, chuckling to himself.

"Who knows, maybe you could make a new friend, Jack. What's your name, again?"

They were both looking at you expectantly. They wanted you to speak? How could you do that? You found yourself petrified, unable to move. Your entire body was shaking.

"Hey."

A large hand grasped at your hair, tugging you upwards harshly. You screamed at the unexpected pain, whimpering as the tall man, Jack, held your face close to his.

"He asked you a question. Fucking answer it."

The blonde leaned against the door frame, almost bored. As if he had seen this a million times before. He showed you no remorse. For a moment you thought, if he were to watch you die, right here and right now, he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

It was then that you realised.

You stuttered out your name, your voice watery as tears pricked your eyes. Jack released his hold on you, your head falling back down heavily. You let it hang low, your hair covering your face once again. He retreated away from you, standing outside the door with the blonde.

"My offer still stands. You either rot away in here, where you're probably going to get killed anyway, or you could come up with me." It was his turn now to take hold of your hair, albeit a lot gentler than before. He looked you in the eyes, stroking your cheek with his right hand.

"All you have to do is be obedient. Then your life will be easy. I'll give you all the money in the world in exchange for your body whenever I call. Sounds good, right?"

"..."

"Speak up, doll. Can't hear you."

"...N-No.."

You head was snapped to the right as a heavy blow connected with your cheek. You cried out in shock, eyes wide as the weight of the punch settled into your skin. The entire left side of your face throbbed uncomfortably, your teeth feeling weird and numb.

"Stupid bitch," he massaged his knuckles with his fingers. "You wanna die here, huh? Then go ahead. Be my guest," he spat, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Jack shut the door behind the man, turning to you. Shadows fell over his eyes as he closed in on you, cracking his knuckles loudly as he reeled his arm back.

You didn't move. Your whole body felt paralysed. The pain had swelled to your head now, your brain throbbing dully behind your eyes. The tears had fallen, but you didn't remember when. They streamed down your cheeks and onto the cold ground, pattering softly.

How had this happened? Why you?

You took it back. You took it all back.

'I don't want to die.'

——————☠︎——————

"This is his top secret hideout?" Osomatsu raised a brow, staring up at the abandoned office tower.

"It's surprisingly gone under the radar for a while now," Todomatsu replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he followed his brother's gaze. "He's still stupid to think that we wouldn't find it, though."

"That's because he wants us to find it." Choromatsu stood to Osomatsu's left, busy loading his bullets into his pistol, pulling the metal with ease. "Reznov knows what he's doing. So we need to be careful."

"Ichimatsu," Osomatsu pressed two fingers against his small earpiece, glancing to his side as he addressed his younger brother. "Have you got any visuals on him yet?"

"His office is right in my sights, but the bastard has yet to show up."

"Then he's probably with the hostage. Damn it, how did we let him slip away with that?" the eldest hissed through his teeth.

"Something's off about the place," Ichimatsu added. "I'll keep an eye out."

Choromatsu sighed heavily, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The suit was always so stuffy, and always got in his way. He hoped it wouldn't slow him down any further.

The distant sound of metal clanging to the ground caught the brother's attention. Not soon after, Karamatsu spoke through the earpiece.

"We've located the entrance. Heading in now."

"How many goons are there?"

"A lot more than we had initially thought, but it's nothing we can't handle."

"Osomatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu called suddenly. He hummed, a knowing grin forming on his lips.

"Do I get to kill 'em?"

Osomatsu laughed loudly, his two brothers grinning at the question.

"Go for it."

A series of muffled yells and thwacks filtered through the earpiece before it fell silent, leaving the duo to get to work. Choromatsu loosened the tie around his neck slightly before taking the first step forward, his pistol clutched tightly in his hands.

"Let's get this over with," his eyes narrowed up towards the building, the gloom and dread of something awful washing over him, but not once did it deter him from his path.

——————☠︎——————

A rough cough shook your body, blood dripping from your lip down to your ruined clothing. You heaved heavily as you hunched over in your seat, pain flooding your entire body with each pulse of your heart.

How long had it been? How many hits did you take? When will it end?

Someone's hand clasped itself around your neck, pushing your face upwards while you choked for air. Air left your lungs in meagre wheezes, shaky and uneven. You peered through your heavy eyes up at Jack, who only smirked at your obvious agony.

"This should be enough, don't you think?" he sneered, pushing your neck up higher. You gagged, flailing helplessly in his hold, your arms and legs writhing underneath the binds that had rubbed your skin raw. He held you there for a moment, the smirk stretching wider as he watched you struggle before suddenly releasing you, your head falling harshly as he left you to cough and hack for air.

Your ears were ringing, your mind distorted as you could no longer understand what was happening to you. Why was he hurting you? What did you do wrong? Your busted lips quivered as you pried them open, the dry skin sticking together slowly being pulled apart. You rasped weakly, the tight burn of your throat allowing fresh hot tears to run down your swollen cheek.

The man didn't listen to you. He couldn't hear your begs any longer.

A faint buzzing reverberated around the room. Jack paused, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his phone, holding the sleek model up to his ear, not once moving his eyes off of you.

"What?" he grunted, not appreciating that his time was being wasted. However, he would quickly learn that it wasn't being wasted. Shouting could be heard through the speakers, frantic and desperate. Jack's brows furrowed, leaning into the phone.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What's—"

The line fell silent.

He stared at the phone's black screen. For the first time, Jack felt uneasy. Gritting his teeth, he was about to put his phone away before it began ringing again, a familiar name rolling across the top in large letters.

"Boss? What's going on?" He snapped his head towards the door, hearing a sudden series of pops going off just outside the room.

"I told you they were comin' didn't I?" the voice on the other end chuckled, sounding very at ease. "Everything is going according to plan, so relax."

"But, boss! Our men are dying out there—!"

"When has that ever been a problem to me before?"

A heavy tension fell onto the man's face as he became quiet. With a sigh, the voice spoke again.

"Listen. They finished rigging up the building. Just hurry up and get your ass outta there before it's blasted sky high. I won't be waiting any longer. Understand?"

"..Yes, boss."

"Good."

"What about the hostage?"

"What about her?" The voice cackled. "That bitch can die with them. What use is she to us?"

"But what if—"

"Do you seriously think she's gonna make it out alive?" Jack stilled at the cold tone, menacing and threatening. "This place is going to blow up. I know you're an idiot, Jack, but think for a fucking second. And what's she gonna do, anyway? Report us to the police? The fuck's that gonna do?"

He pursed his lips, raging embarrassment swirling inside of him.

"Fuck's sake.." the voice sighed faintly, the line going dead once more. Jack growled under his breath, flickering his eyes towards the door as the cracks of gunfire became significantly louder before turning back to you. You flinched under his stare, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for another hit with a whimper.

Yet, the hit never came. A breeze swept by your left as he walked past you, focusing instead on the large rucksack that was placed against the wall behind you. He picked it up and hastily secured it around his shoulders, clicking a small clip along his chest to keep it in place. Patting the pistol in his belt just to make sure it was there, he set his eyes on the covered window in the corner of the room.

All you could hear was his heavy footsteps against the solid ground behind you and more gunfire, mixed with the occasional scream and shallow thud of something hitting the floor. Your body began to tremor violently with every bullet sent off. They were getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. The taste of iron was still on your tongue. You briefly wondered how much more you would have to taste before this was all over.

The door was suddenly smashed open, scattering along the floor and bouncing off of the walls in shattered pieces, a few bits scraping the skin of your cheek. You screamed at the deafening sound, shoulders tensing up to your jaw.

A fistful of your hair was yanked backwards, a cold metal pushing against your temple. You choked out a sob, blinking through the tears as you were forced to look at the intruder.

"Take another step, and I'm blasting her fucking brains in!" Jack bellowed into your ear, your headache increasing tenfold. His breaths were heavy and hot against the side of your bloodied cheek, making you squirm uncomfortably.

The dust settled, and behind it stood five figures. They had very similar faces — you thought they were identical but with your thoroughly rattled brain, you weren't too sure. Each of them had guns seemingly aimed towards you, their dark eyes glaring holes into the man keeping you hostage.

"Where's Reznov?" The man in the middle spoke first, flexing his fingers tightly against his weapon.

"As if I'd tell you shit," Jack sneered.

"Then we'll find someone who will."

It all happened in the blink of an eye. There was a deafening crack, a high pitched scream cancelling out every other noise around you. You didn't know who screamed.

Then there was the blood, splattering across your face and hair, warm and sticky, and most definitely not yours.

Your mouth was open, but you didn't know what you were saying, or if you were even talking at all. Everything you could see was doubled, the same item phasing over the other again and again, fuzzy and disorientating.

"Nice shot, Ichimatsu," Karamatsu hummed, only to receive multiple curses.

"Holy shit, what did they do to her?" Todomatsu mumbled to himself as he began cutting at the ropes binding you down. He sounded like he was underwater, far away and echoed. You wanted to reach out and find that voice. But you couldn't move despite your bonds being removed. Your eyes felt so heavy, a dark veil slowly inching its way over your vision.

As soon as they were loosened, your body slumped forward, close to hitting the ground if not for the pair of strong arms catching you. Choromatsu grunted at the sudden weight, although he proceeded to easily scoop your battered form into his chest, hooking an arm under your knees and providing support for your lolling head.

"We'll have Ichimatsu treat her once we get back," Karamatsu winced slightly at the welts covering your arms.

"That bastard got away again..!" Osomatsu groaned, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, the strands falling out of their gelled style. "Now we have to look for him all over again!"

"Don't worry, it'll probably be easy, knowing that guy. We just have to do it fast," Todomatsu assured, already tapping away at his phone.

"Let's just get out of here first," Choromatsu gestured to your weak self with a nod of his head, turning to head out when Jyushimatsu stopped them.

"I can smell something weird.." they looked a him with raised brows. That was never usually a good sign. His eyes were cat-like, wide and blank as he sniffed at the air again.

"What... What is it?" Karamatsu asked cautiously. A few seconds of silence more before Jyushimatu's mouth widened into a large, strained smile, sweat now running down his skin.

"Bombs!"

"Fucking shit! Seriously?!" Osomatsu yelled as they all began sprinting down the corridors, jumping over the dead carcasses they had left in their rampage.

"Now it makes sense why he chose the highest floor to put her in — he's gonna blast us to bits!"

"How long do we have?" Choromatsu looked to his younger brother, hope faltering as he saw Jyushimatsu's smile widen, pinching his cheeks.

"Not long! Maybe.. just under two minutes!"

"We're not gonna make it down all these stairs!" Todomatsu screamed frantically.

"Yes, we will!" Osomatsu pressed his earpiece. "Ichimatsu! Get the car ready — we need to leave now!"

".. M'kay."

The brothers reached the fire exit stairwell, jumping down large chunks of steps with practised ease, pushing each other to go faster. Choromatsu held you tightly against him as he went, making sure his grip on you wouldn't allow you to slip and fall.

Bursting through the front entrance of the building, they began speeding across the empty lot as fast as they're numbing legs would carry them, cursing as Jyushimatsu got down to the sixty-second mark.

A black car had just rolled up to the gates, doors opening automatically as Ichimatsu leaned out the driver's window, watching as his brothers clambered into the car. Choromatsu got in last, laying your body across his and Karamatsu's lap as he slammed the door shut.

"Go, go! Quick!" Osomatsu wheezed, attempting to catch his breath. Ichimatsu immediately slammed his foot on the gas, the car wheels squealing before it ran down the empty streets, curving round the corners at dangerous angles.

Ichimatsu didn't slow down, barely flinching as the building exploded, shaking the ground as clouds of fire and debris filled the skies. The others peered through the back window, no longer able to see the tall building as it had crumbled to the earth.

"Holy fuck.." Osomatsu breathed, finally relaxing in his seat as best he could with his minor injuries and Ichimatsu's reckless driving. His brothers did the same, wiping the sweat from their brows. Karamatsu carefully readjusted your legs that were placed across his lap, grimacing once more at the sight of the large patches of purple and crimson blood across your skin.

Choromatsu brought out his handkerchief from his breast pocket, gingerly dabbing it over the cuts on your face, frowning deeply as the cuts wouldn't stop running. Catching sight of your right wrist, he saw how it was raw and inflamed, your hand twisted in an unnatural way, as well as your shoulder that seemed to sag in its place.

He wrapped his handkerchief around your wrist, hoping it would provide some kind of support. You looked so frail, your features barely visible under the drying iron caking your face. An anger swelled inside of him that he never felt before, and he was left to clench his fists tightly whilst the car sped onward, unable to do anything.

✧ Osomatsu - Deal

𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You stared at the worn paper in your hands with a raised brow.

'Why did she give me this?' It was given to you quite suddenly, but Totoko wouldn't accept no for an answer. She wouldn't even give you an explanation as to what it was.

Reading over the paper's contents again, you couldn't make heads or tails of it. There was just a lot of jumbled writing in a script you had never seen before. It looked ancient. But why would Totoko even have something like this? It wasn't cute at all.

At the top of the paper, there was a symbol of some kind. It looked like a pine tree. Was it instructions on how to grow a tree?

With a roll of your eyes, you left the paper on the table in front of you. Grabbing the tv remote, you flicked over to the series you were in the middle of watching, aiming to forget about the weird and probably useless piece of paper.

»»-----　♔　-----««

The only thing that made being a guinea pig for Dekapan even remotely worth it was the amount of money you were given. Even working for a single hour in one day gave you enough money to last the entire week.

Now, though, you were starting to wonder if you should even be helping him anymore.

Laying on your bed, with blankets thrown onto the floor and your legs clamped together, you hissed curses at the crazed old man.

"Damn you Dekapan..." a shudder ran through you at the slight movement of your body. Temporary, mild side effects, he said. Nothing too serious, he said. He knew all that, but forgot to tell you that the disgusting concoction of a drink he had made was basically viagra.

What were you supposed to do? Touching yourself wasn't helping — you needed something inside you that would satisfy you. In the back of your mind you wished you had taken your friend's advice and gotten some toys. Your cheeks burned at the thought.

Gritting your teeth, you slowly sat up on your bed, panting heavily as each movement of your body sent heat straight down to your core. You didn't know what you were planning to do, but you had to get your phone. You vaguely remembered it falling onto the floor in your living room.

It was then that you saw the paper on your bedside table. How did that get there?

You were drawn to it instantly. A shaky hand reached out to it, clutching it tightly in your fingers and bringing it close to you. You still couldn't understand what it was. But something was telling you that you needed it. For what, though? How could a piece of scrap paper help you?

"It's not the paper that's gonna help you, babe."

You gasped, hurriedly scrambling off of the bed as you turned to the unfamiliar voice, your shaky legs causing you to collapse to the ground. You bit back a whimper as a needy jolt ran up your spine, and you could just about ignore it so that you could focus on... whatever was in front of you.

It was a man, with a set of dark horns on top of his brown mop of hair and a pitch black wiry tale protruding from the back of his blue suit. He hovered over your bed with a cheeky grin on his lips, the small bat-like wings fluttering gently behind him to keep him up.

"How cute!" He cooed at the bewildered expression on your face. "Don't freak out, doll, I'm just here to help. That's why you summoned me, right?"

"Wha— Who..?" You were sure you had gone insane, a possible side effect of the drink. Who was this guy? What was he? And where did he come from?

The man raised a brow at your stuttering questions, eventually lowering himself to sit casually on your bed. He rested his chin in his hand as he glanced you over, staring at your legs for a moment too long before he chuckled.

"You humans are so weird!" He began. "You summon me, but you don't even know who I am? I should probably punish you for that, but I'm feeling extra generous today. Especially since I haven't been called for a job like this in ages," he dragged out the word, spreading his arm wide over his head for emphasis. He then pointed a thumb at himself, his smug smile revealing a pair of sharpened fangs.

"You can call me Osomatsu. Others know me as the Devil himself. You can call me master, too, if you want. I'm not that picky." He chortled at his own joke, rubbing a finger under his nose. He then continued.

"That piece of paper in your hands is a little summoning spell. Although, the one you've got right now is usually only used by witches — since they're, y'know, pros at that sort of thing. I'm really curious as to how it got into your hands.." he trailed off for a moment before shaking his head.

"Anyway, long story short: you summoned me for something. Whether it was on purpose or by accident, it doesn't matter. I'm here now, se let's get down to business." He grinned mischievously, sitting up straight as his legs hung over the side of the bed, facing you.

"...I-I don't even know why I summoned you.." you mumbled truthfully. You were still unsure about what was going on, but if this was the effect of the drink, then there was no use fighting it. It would all wear off later, right? No harm done.

"Seriously? I mean it's kinda obvious.." Osomatsu moved off of the bed to kneel before you. His pale hand came up to run along your exposed calf, trailing higher and higher until he reached the bottom of your shorts. He played with the material, looking you straight in the eyes. You could see speckles of red in his dark gaze. It mesmerised you. So much so that you didn't notice the same hand move your leg far away from the other, and you yelped as a finger pressed against your clothed bud.

"I can feel the heat coming off of you like fire." He watched in amusement as you practically became putty in his hands when he barely moved his finger over the same area, bucking into him and whining. "So desperate..."

You felt him scoop you up off the floor and into his arms, laying you back onto the bed onto your back.

"Poor thing.." His words were teasing, but the deep rumble in his voice sent shivers up your spine violently. "You summoned me to help you, didn't you? Don't worry.. I'll take very good care of you.."

In a flash your clothes were stripped off of you, leaving you bare on top of the bed sheets, your skin covered in goosebumps from the sudden chill of air. Osomatsu grabbed a hold of your thighs, pushing them apart to take a good look at your pussy, and he licked his lips at the sight of your entrance already drenched.

His fingers returned to fondle at your outer folds, never quite touching your clit. Tears pricked your eyes as the swelling heat inside of you burned your body, the need for him to touch you becoming too much. You tried bucking your hips into his hand, but he only pinned them down with a strength you didn't think could exist, making your squirming uselessly.

"Patience, sweetheart," he leaned over you to plant firm kisses at your neck and under your jaw, his fangs pressing into your skin. His hand slowly dragged itself down towards your entrance, prodding at the wet skin before slipping two fingers inside easily.

You moaned loudly, hands coming up to clutch at the back of his suit in a tight grip. You were already so close, you needed just a little bit more.

"Please.." you begged into his ear, your walls clenching around his thicker fingers. Osomatsu hummed against you, grin widening as he nipped at your earlobe.

"You want more? Isn't this enough for you?" He began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, curling them against your warm walls relentlessly, watching you writhe underneath him in pleasure.

"I need more..! Please, please I need more!" You cried. Tears streaked down your cheeks as your orgasm began to build up inside of you, threatening to burst. It was painful, how much you wanted to cum, but he wasn't letting you.

He immediately removed his fingers from you, sitting up to lick at the essence sticking to his fingers. You watched in embarrassment, cheeks ablaze as his gaze bore into your own, his tongue wrapping around his fingers as he took in every last drop. Your thighs were quaking, and your cunt throbbed with pleasure. If possible, you would have came then and there.

Once he was done, he shuffled back away from you, just enough to be able to bend down and place his face between your legs. His hot breath fanning over your sensitive mound caused more of your wetness to drop out of you. His smug grin returned to his face after seeing the effect he had on you.

Without warning, he licked a stripe up the length of your cunt, holding your squirming body still as he did it again. Your mouth hung open as you moaned lewdly at every move he made against you. You almost screamed with ecstasy as he pinched your clit between his teeth, making you see stars.

He continued to suckle at the bundle of nerves before he pushed your lower body upwards, easily accessing your entrance and slipping his tongue inside. He ate you out thoroughly, not once slowing down as you twitched in his hold, bucking against him and forcing him to go deeper, his nose pushing against your clit with force.

Your orgasm was sudden, crashing down on you heavily as you clenched at the sheets beneath you. You panted and gasped wordlessly, legs spreading further apart as you attempted to ride out the waves of pleasure.

Slowly, Osomatsu removed himself from you, catching the few drops of wetness on his moist lips. He stared at your panting form before huffing a laugh.

The heat was still there.

"You humans are so greedy nowadays.." he sighed. He began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks and pulling his boxers down just enough so that his cock was able to spring out, erect and stiff. Your eyes widened at his length and girth, the image of him filling you up making your pussy clench tightly.

Grabbing a hold of your waist, he easily flipped you over onto your stomach, raising your hips into the air as he pressed his tip at your overstimulated entrance. He leaned his chest against your back, his mouth coming close to your ear.

You shuddered, feeling him all around you, encasing you in euphoria. Your mind was fogged with pleasure, focused solely on wanting to reach that high again and again. You didn't want this to stop.

"Y'know.." Osomatsu slipped his head into you, inching his way in at an agonising pace.

"These favours are a two way street. I do something for you, and you do something for me." He paused once he was sheathed inside of you; the feeling of your tight, burning walls constricting around him was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. He had forgotten just how good it felt. You had never felt so full.

"You want me to take care of you, right?" He murmured, his voice lowering a few octaves. You nodded quickly, eyes squeezed shut as you felt him twitch heavily inside of you.

"Then be mine and please me. Agree to these conditions, and I'll give you what you so desperately need for as long as you need it."

His simple offer made your skin tingle with excitement. Your hazy mind quickly came to a decision for you.

"Yes, yes please, I— I want this so much, I want you, please," You drooled, begging and needy as you turned your head to look at him through teary eyes. His eyes were no longer dark, they had been overtaken completely by a glowing crimson, bleeding into your own coloured orbs.

As soon as the words left your lips, he pulled his length out of you before pushing into you again in one movement, his swelling length stretching your walls. You cried out as your whole body moved along with him, his hands grasping tightly at your breasts to use them as some kind of handle as he thrusted into you quick and hard.

His hips slapped against your ass as he ploughed into you, your face shoved deeper into the mattress whilst his cock impaled you without mercy. The coil in your abdomen came undone suddenly once more, a white screen covering your vision as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, triggering another one to follow soon after.

You came over and over again, the sound of your wetness slipping in and out of you with his cock only spurring you on as he took you from behind. You were no longer forming words, only moans and whimpers escaping your throat with each jostle of your body.

You felt Osomatsu's hand clasp around your throat as he groaned, finally stilling as a new warmth filled your insides, coating your already white walls in a new layer of cum. Strings of semen were unloaded into you heavily, seeping out of you and down your slick thighs as he pulled out with a wet pop.

He turned you over, and you suddenly found yourself looking at a ceiling that wasn't your own. It was a deep red, just like the bedsheets underneath you. You faintly furrowed your brows in confusion, your tired mind beginning to wonder where you were until you were picked up from the bed.

You mewled quietly as you were placed into Osomatsu's lap, his arms pulling you into his chest. He grinned down at you, the glow in his eyes still present as he ground your hips against he hardened rod.

"Our agreement starts now, babe. Show me how good you can be, and maybe I'll give you a reward."

Your hands quickly settled against his shoulders as you lowered yourself onto him, sighing as you felt your walls stretching once more.

The effects of that drink wouldn't be disappearing anytime soon.

Osomatsu - Monster?

𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"The more you move the more it's going to hurt, you idiot," you scolded, a hand gripping the shoulder of the eldest Matsuno sextuplet in an effort to keep him still.

"I'm not moving!" Osomatsu hissed, his white-knuckled grip on his hoodie becoming tighter. His body flinched as you pressed the cotton pad to his wounded arm again, a heavy and frustrated sigh falling from his lips.

"Did you really have to get into another fight?" You mumbled, your worried gaze trailing the long gash running from Osomatsu's inner elbow to his wrist, red and sore.

"If then bastards hadn't stepped on my turf, then it wouldn't have happened." Was the rough response you got.

"It's not like they knew that, though."

"Yeah, well, they should know it now."

You sighed this time, leaning away for a moment to reach for some bandages before gently holding his arm, thumb subconsciously running over his pale skin.

As you wrapped the white cloth around the wound, you couldn't help but worry more. Osomatsu was getting into more fist-fights with others over the last week, with you being at his house everyday to patch him up. His brothers had tried and failed to get him to tone it down, and they were now relying on you.

But what could you do? Osomatsu wouldn't listen to you, either. He would start sulking and would completely ignore you, eventually running off to play pachinko, or to get oden from Chibita's.

Didn't he realise everyone was worrying about him? Didn't he see that what he was doing was dangerous and completely unnecessary?

Either way, you had to approach him about this again. This time, you decided to take a different approach.

"...Osomatsu?" You spoke softly, hands holding his bow bandaged arm with care. His brown eyes looked at you curiously, the silence in his house suddenly becoming louder.

"Please, stop hurting yourself."

"[Y/N], I'm not going through this again-"

"Just listen to me this time, alright?" You interrupted, peering up into his eyes. You could practically feel the frustration building up inside him. However, you had to keep going.

"Getting into fist-fights every other day isn't something that you should be doing. Don't you realise that you're just hurting yourself more and getting everyone else worried about you?"

"Why should they be worried about me?" He grumbled. "I never asked them to. Why should they give a shit?"

"Because your family loves you and so do I. You know that, right?" You were becoming desperate, clutching his hands into your own. He stared at you for a moment before looking away, scowling.

"And I told you that you shouldn't. I'm a monster. Why would anyone love a monster?"

He was breaking on the inside, anyone could see that. And you were determined to keep him together.

"You're not a monster, Osomatsu. Being a werewolf doesn't make you a monster-"

"It does!" He raised his voice, glaring at you. "It does make me a monster! You really think I wanna be out there beating the shit out of people everyday? I don't! But this power... It won't let me control my own fucking body. I've hurt people, and I've pummelled them close to death! You think I feel satisfied doing that? You think I want to live the rest of my fucking life like that? Of course I don't, but I don't have a choice, don't you get it?!"

"That's why I'm here to help you! We all are!" You fires back. You reached your arms around his head, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"We love you, so we'll help you. Make us understand what you're going through so that we can make things better. We love you so much.. and I love you too much to let you go."

Silence finally washed over you both as Osomatsu held onto you tightly, clutching the clothes on your back and burying his face into the crook of your neck. You felt a slight dampness on your shoulder, but you only smiled, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair whilst whispering sweet words of comfort into his ear, knowing he was listening as he shook with tears.

He would never become a monster. Not with you by his side.