𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ secretly likes it when you put hair clips on him .✦ ݁˖
The King of Curses was currently sitting on the floor of your living room, radiating enough dark, malicious energy to level a small village—all because of a tiny piece of pink plastic.
“If anyone breathes a word of this,” Ryomen rumbled, his voice low and dangerous, “I will flay them alive. Slowly.”
“Yes, yes, the grand King of Curses, terror of the Heian era, undone by a pastel hair accessory,” you teased, completely unfazed by the threat.
You were sitting on the couch behind him, running your fingers through his surprisingly soft, unruly pink hair. He had come to you in a rare, quiet mood, seeking a break from Jujutsu sorcerers and ancient feuds. But his bangs kept falling into his primary set of eyes, and his constant, irritated clicking of his tongue was driving you crazy.
So, you did the only logical thing: you went to your vanity and grabbed a pack of colorful, sparkly hair clips.
When you first snapped a glittery blue butterfly clip right above his forehead, pinning back the stubborn spikes, his entire body went rigid. The extra set of eyes on his cheeks blinked in utter disbelief. Four arms immediately tensed, claws digging into his knees.
“What is the meaning of this insolence?” he had snarled, a genuine threat laced in his tone.
But you didn't back down. Instead, you just smoothed down a stray strand of hair and smiled. “Your hair was in your eyes. Now you can see better. Keep them in.”
He growled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through the floorboards. He could have cleaved you in two before you could even blink. He could have reduced the entire building to ash.
Instead... he just sat there. He let out a heavy, defeated sigh, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.
As the minutes ticked by, you kept going. You added a yellow star clip, then a little pink strawberry one.
Ryomen crossed his top arms, looking thoroughly displeased, while his lower arms rested on his knees. He muttered curses under his breath about how weak human culture had become. But you noticed something he would never admit aloud.
The truth was, Sukuna Ryomen spent every waking second of his existence being feared, hated, or hunted. No one dared to touch him unless they were trying to kill him. But here you were, casually treating the most dangerous entity in history like an oversized doll, running your fingers through his hair with gentle, completely unafraid movements.
He secretly, deeply, absolutely loved it.
“You're ridiculous.”
“There,” you said cheerfully, patting the top of his head. “All done. You look beautiful, Ryomen.”
He scoffed, finally turning his head to look up at you. The view was absurd: the undisputed King of Curses, covered in demonic tattoos, looking at you with four eyes while sporting a crown of colorful, sparkly kids' hair clips.
“You have a death wish,” he muttered, though the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. One of his large, tattooed hands reached up, his sharp claws brushing against the strawberry clip. He could have ripped it out, but he just tapped it gently, making sure it was secure.
“You're not going to take them out?” you asked, leaning forward with a smirk.
Ryomen turned back around, facing away from you so you couldn't see the slight softening in his expression. “They are keeping the hair out of my eyes. Nothing more.”
“Right. Sure,” you laughed, resting your chin on the top of the couch, watching him.
He didn't move to take them out for the rest of the night. In fact, when he finally stood up to leave hours later, he made sure to walk past the hallway mirror, casting a brief, satisfied glance at his reflection before disappearing into the shadows—clips still firmly in place.
Sirens are dangerous and deceptive beings. Especially dangerous to naive sailors, particularly for men. And as it seems, Choso is no different. Because as soon as he hears your lovely call, he's willing to risk death just to feel your warmth. Even for a second.
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
Requested (pray forgive me for such a long wait!)
˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Sailor!Choso x Siren!Reader ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ : set in Ancient Greece : inspired by Greek Mythology : filth with plot : heavy smut : heavy breeding kink : whimpering Choso : siren pussy : mating : reverse knotting (???) : mating press : Choso is miserable as always : oral sex (both ways) : cum overflow : cum eating : belly bulge : happy ending : aphrodisiac puss : 6k words ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ note: If you see me uploading it for the second time – no you don't (I may or may not have accidentally deleted the og post). A warm thank you to my real-life friends who sat with me in a bar and discussed how to describe the siren's pussy. I think it's the most filthy thing I've written so far. Also, a quick note, in Greek Mythology, sirens are half women, half birds, but I decided to keep the classic mermaid look!
dividers by @diviniyae and @solitary-serendipity
art by F_tality0 on X
Poseidon was enraged that night.
Breeze, always so gentle and kind, smacked the pirates' cheeks all night as the massive ship swam through the restless darkness. The mast was almost broken, bending under the powerful wind that gusted madly across the Aegean Sea, with tall waves and salty foam slipping onto the half-wrecked ship.
They weren't going to make it. For the first time in years of sailing, the captain truly believed that they weren't going to make it.
The ship was barely standing, traded goods hidden neatly below the deck, yet waves of foaming salt were constantly filling the vessel with its unmatched weight. It was getting heavier and heavier, slowly dipping into the relentless liquid till everyone gathered up on a deck, with fifty or so pirates praying for mercy.
To Poseidon, as only he could hear their pleas and still the madness of the waters. Never in over five years of their journeys had they encountered a storm like this. Rough, almost barbarous, as if God himself wished to wipe them from the earth.
Another wave spilt over the wooden edge, washing over a dozen or so sailors, wet and desperate, looking out for any haven. With almost a broken mast, they were already in a lost position, and yet through drenched lashes, with hands covering their eyes from the heavy, cold rain, they looked out.
And looked, looked, until a scream had slashed through the air, carrying the hope all these men waited for. "Captain, there's an island!"
Choso quickly looked up, chestnut eyes struggling to see through the thick fog and pouring rain that stung his cheeks with their mischievous giggles. Wet, dark hair clung to his forehead as his eyes finally caught a large shadow, bending and curving in front of his wet gaze.
He should be happy, just like other men, as a sudden hope appeared, yet something in his chest tightened. But Choso, a long-time experienced captain, knew that an island in the middle of the sea meant nothing good.
In fact, he could already sense it, see it. The rocky edges of the small isle. Sharp and shimmering under the pale moonlight, lighted solely by its cold beams and lightnings slashing the enraged sky.
He could see the foam swelling near the ship, with pearly scales appearing here and there, coating the full length of heavy tails.
He could hear the melody, carried by the storm, right towards their ship. Like birds chirping, the glazed sweetness that warmed the shivering hearts of sailors and lulled them into the clutches of deadly creatures.
Choso has never met the sirens, although he had seen them.
The enchanting, nymph-like beings frolic near the seaside, giggling and singing softly as they bathed on the warm rocks. Their skin always shimmered like gold under the warm rays of sunshine, reflecting off the crystal droplets coating their bodies.
The creatures of utmost beauty and lethal nature. Nightmares of every passing ship. One of the few divinities a mortal could actually meet, yet everyone who tried to ogle them from the dense forest, lurking at their gleaming bodies dipping into the sea, would surely end up dead.
But not Choso.
He, somehow, as a simple sailor with only a few foolish things to his name, managed to get close to those mysterious beings. Close enough to smell their skin – the scent of a sweet ocean breeze and sweat, as they soaked in the sun all day. To hear their lovely hums without going absolutely mad, and to cherish them while watching from behind the massive boulders. Big enough to cover his body completely and let him hold dear this special moment.
As myths and legends of forbidden love always go, there was one most enchanting siren, whom the poor sailor couldn't keep his eyes off.
The one, whose tail shimmered the brightest, covered in lovely pinkish scales woven with golden thread. With skin soft as flowery petals, although he never touched it with his own, calloused fingers. With a voice so lovely it lulled him to sleep, whenever he came to the seaside on late, late nights.
When nothing but the gentle waves and low hum of crickets filled the humid air.
He could be more daring. Braver, lurking behind the boulder with his gaze fixed on your body spread out on the sand and the turtles sleeping peacefully near your tail. Cherish the longing melody directed at the moon, as you sang it loudly and clearly, filling Choso's ears with the sweetest ambrosia.
Nights like this were always his favourite. Making his heart swell with a certain pride, as if he were a chosen one. The only one who could hold you dearly in his own, foolish way – never making a step, never saying a word.
But it was enough. He simply didn't need more.
And you… You seemed not to care about him at all.
Even if you sensed his presence, it seemed that this foolish sailor boy was of no danger or harm. As long as he was simply there, lurking from between the trees without sticky hands trying to grab you or your sisters, there was no need to kill him.
And thus, simply because of it, Choso started believing that the heavens had blessed him. Allowed to be the only mortal who could get close to such deadly and mysterious creatures as the daughters of the sea.
But then the storm came as he and his crew crossed the Aegean Sea and aimed for Athens. The journey was long and tricky, yet they finished it time and time again, always without a sweat and with goods delivered on time.
None of them expected the sudden hurricane, which raised the crystal waves to meters high and swelled beneath their ship. But even this would be manageable. At some point, the waters would calm down, and Choso with his crew would find their way to the shore.
Now, however, with the devilish melody slipping warmly into his men's minds, Choso knew that it was over. For the sirens' voice was more treacherous than Poseidon's wrath. A spell of the most unkind sort, luring the foolish man into their warm, open arms, only to sink their teeth deep into the flesh.
With fifty men on the ship, there was no chance for Choso to save everyone. Nevertheless, he needed to try.
"Close your ears," his shout tried to rip itself through the eruption of clashing waves. "The sirens are here, close your ears! Don't listen to them!"
His men started to panic, with low, frightened tremblings filling the drenched deck.
"Sirens? How is it possible?"
"Dear Gods, save us!"
"What Gods? No one will help us! That's it, we're done here!"
The terror grew as the haunting melody sharpened and became more distinct, as if a dozen or so sirens circled the ship. Choso stood on the deck, watching the shimmering tails and wet heads slipping from the tall waves. One more lovely than another, with long, flapping tails and warm eyes fixed on their prey.
With his hands covering ears, he couldn't hear much, and yet the sight of pearly smiles and soft arms stretched towards them was enough to feel the urge to jump right into their loving clutches. To feel the sweetness of their kisses on his cheeks, delicate fingers wrapping around his neck with the utmost fondness, till at last sharp teeth would dig into his body and take it deep under the sea.
As the ship drew nearer to the stony island, he finally realised that the helmsman, immersed in the melody, was completely lost. With both hands on the wooden wheel and a foggy gaze, he had no thoughts, steering the vessel directly toward the sirens' isle.
"No," Choso gasped, running towards the wheel. "No, fuck, wake up!" he screamed and screamed, but nothing could mute the sirens' sweet voices.
The melodic come to me, sweetheart, and, I'll treat you well, darling, or, come closer, fill me with your love. Sometimes it would be only the singing, sweet and treacherous, with a maddening power to possess the men's simple minds.
Choso shoved the helmsman aside and hurried to cover his ears.
He looked around and saw utter chaos. A few men took cover in the wet corners of the ship, clutching their heads and praying fervently. Others jumped off the deck, heading straight for the siren's open arms, foolishly lured by the sweet and tempting promises they had convinced themselves of.
The bodies fell one by one, and soon a wave of screams rose from the pearly foam, as the crystal waters turned crimson. Sirens' strong hands sank the sailors, only to rise to the surface again and wait for another fool.
The helmsman curled under the wheel as Choso took over the steering.
And that was his biggest mistake.
As he took his hands off his ears, all the melodic whispers and giggles suddenly reached him. Loud and clear, one voice sweeter than the other, choking him with an overwhelming power until breathing alone became too difficult. A warmth spread all over his chest, as if the sole sensuality of the voices made his heart beat faster and his skin coat in sweat. The heat hit his cheeks, fever broke, but it wasn't caused by sickness, no.
But by all the devilish oaths, hitting him like an aphrodisiac and pulling towards the ship's edge. He tried to fight the filthy warmth filling his body. The need to jump overboard and nuzzle into the sirens' warm, plush skin.
He gripped the wheel tighter, trying to get the ship away from the stony island. The storm was ravaging the vessel, and yet it seemed that the brutal wind finally started to bend under his pleas. He rolled the wheel, and rolled, and rolled, till the massive, wooden structure slowly turned back towards the open sea.
Men were jumping one after another, and he estimated that half of the crew was already dead. Sirens circled the ship tighter, voices even-pitched, sweeter, making him tremble from the overwhelming heat.
But he was strong, Choso had believed. He could fight them, as no woman was able to make him mad enough to force him to jump overboard. Saving his life was far more crucial than those few, mere seconds of pleasure spent in sirens' arms.
With fingers clutching the wheel and the storm still fierce, he steered the ship away from the island into the endless sea. Pale moonlight struggled to pierce the thick clouds overhead, while ghostly lightning forked across the sky, illuminating his rain-slicked face.
He screamed to his men, telling them to hang in there, to stay calm, hoping that a few of them who still nuzzled into the dark corners of the ship wouldn't go absolutely mad. Sirens sang louder, and Choso thought with nail and tooth to keep his mind clear. But the lustful fever was making him weak, melting his body into a trembling mess, until he needed to grip the wheel tighter to keep from falling.
And then…
Then the catastrophe came.
"Sailor boy," whirled in the air, reaching his ears. His body suddenly froze, eyes widened. "Sailor boy, come here."
The voice was distinct from the others – sweeter, kinder, with a silky undertone that pierced straight to his heart.
"Sailor boy, I know you're there," a melody rumbled through his body once again, forcing Choso to let go of the wheel.
Driven by madness, he slowly moved down the deck, sneakily gliding over the ship's edge. The dark, infinite sea stretched out before him, with pearly waves crashing against each other. Among other lurking sirens, with giggles and claws poised to seize his lustful body – there was you.
Calm and beautiful, with wet hair curling around your cheeks and slightly lidded eyes looking up at him. Water dripped down your shell-covered breasts, and moonlight bounced off the wet skin.
Your gaze carried a kind of grace – patient, almost trusting. And the longer Choso kept looking at you, the more he leaned further forward. Raven hair sticking to his damp neck, lips fallen open, as he tried to fight the heat bubbling in his loins.
"My sailor boy," you chirped, spreading your arms open. Towards the sky, him, with a lovely smile and a little tilt of your head. "Come to me, sailor boy. I know you wish to."
His fingers gripped the wooden side tighter. Till knuckles went white, and breath slipped with a shudder. Wind smacked his cheeks, rain filled the fallen lips as he still, with trembling eyes and body bent in half, looked at your waiting arms.
He wondered how soft your skin would be and what you would taste like if he tried to caress your lips with his. How far underwater would you take him before choking him to death and leaving his body behind, just like you did with all the other men?
Would you devour him right away, or perhaps cherish every piece of his muscular body, which he was ready to offer you on a plate?
Or maybe, just maybe, with gentle fingers, you would first trace his cheeks, gazing deeply into the warm chestnut of his eyes as if meeting a lover’s stare. Run your fingers through his hair and softly press your lips to his, patiently awaiting his response – longing for him to deepen the kiss with the desire of one tempted by forbidden fruit, mindful of the inevitable consequences.
The rest of the crew watched him in fright, yet no one dared to step any closer to the edge. For the captain seemed to fight something none of them could help him with. Something so deeply etched into his chest that he could only grip the deck tighter and lean on the line between life and death.
But then your arms opened even wider, lips curled mischievously, gaze flickered. "My sailor boy, my dearest," the voice suddenly became lower, with the sensual cheekiness swirling in his mind. "Come to me. Let me love you."
Amidst the frightened screams of the crew and the wind whipping his cheeks with sharp, rainy gusts, Choso jumped.
Into the arms of a woman who suddenly turned him into a madman.
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He woke up with a sudden realisation that he could still breathe. His body didn't hurt as much as he thought it would after being devoured by a siren, and solely a light pain pulsed on his face.
He raised hand, touching the long, bloody slash marking his nose and cheeks. An ache flickered under his fingers, leaving the crimson, still slightly wet liquid on soft pads.
Moonlight slipped sheepishly through the small opening above, and only then did he realise he had been dragged into the cave. The sand beneath his body was still wet, soaked by the clothes that had weighed him down. He clearly remembered the moment his body touched the cold sea, sinking quickly before a pair of gentle arms pulled him back to the surface.
But the rest of his memory faded, and the bloody mark on his nose was likely caused by a severe blow to his head.
It pulsed a bit, but he was too excited by the thought of still being alive to care about such a minor issue.
He gradually sat up, glancing around the small cave by the seaside. Gentle waves quietly lapped inside, flowing over the golden sand and touching his bare feet. The moonlight glinted brightly in the clear, dark sky, and the warm night air caressed his flushed cheeks. It appeared that, in the end, he wasn't on the rocky siren island, and a breath of relief escaped his lips.
A relief mixed with panic.
Because you weren't here.
He once again looked around, noticing how shallow the cave was. The back wall, covered in slimy seaweed, shimmered under the moonlight, carrying the salty, slightly rotten smell of fish. But nowhere in the cave could he spot the familiar pinkish scales.
"Looking for me, sailor boy?"
His head snapped back towards the entrance.
And there you were – smiling slyly, wet hair cascading down your back, head tilted slightly. You lay on your belly, resting chin on your palm, with long tail swaying back and forth, droplets of crystal-clear water dripping from the soft scales.
A sweet giggle bounced off the stony walls as you looked at Choso's lips fallen open. "Why? Aren't you happy to see me?"
His throat bobbed, fingers gripped the wet sand. "N-No, it's just…"
Too distracted, he struggled to carve into his mind every small detail of your face. His gaze fixated on your lovely eyes, veiled by a gentle fog, where the irises and whites blurred together, almost resembling a spectre. He noticed the gentle curve of your lips and cheeks, which held a slight warmth. Your ears, bent into an eerie shape, slightly pointed and much thinner, added a little uncanny look to your lovely face.
And yet, his breath hitched, and something heavy bubbled beneath the chest. "Why didn't you kill me?"
A sweet hum filled the wet cave, broken only by waves clashing gently against your splayed body. "Would you prefer that, sailor boy?"
"No, i-it's just…" Choso desperately searched for words, but his mind was still as if under the influence of your bewitching spell. "Thank you." That's all he could say, trembling under the heavy gaze of yours.
Lying in front of his seated form, your finger brushed his calf. "It's too early to thank me. You still don't know why I decided to keep you alive."
Heavy muscles bulged under the milky, slightly damp skin, curling around his thick calves and up to beefy thighs. A giggle slipped past your lips as you saw another bulge straining his woollen tunic. With a wetness padding the cloth, trembling slightly whenever your nail marked his skin.
Your fingers travelled up, up, skimming the calves, knees, and thighs, as he slowly spread them open. Chestnut eyes followed your gradually approaching body, crawling closer towards him. Heavy tail dragged on the soft sand as you slowly slipped out of the water.
Leaning on his arm, he gripped the sand harder, ogling carefully the mischievous loveliness twisting your lips.
"Ask me," you whispered, nuzzling into his thigh. Fingers slipped under the woollen cloth, pinching the soft skin. "Ask me why I saved you."
"Why d-did you save me?" he could barely breathe, feeling your digits dangerously too close to his leaking cock.
And then, he felt it. Your thumb pressing onto the wet head, teeth biting gently into the inside of his thigh. A cry rolled out of his lips, little grains of sand dug painfully into his palms.
"I think you're cute," slipped in a giggle, as you licked the bitten skin sweetly. He whimpered lowly, and you noticed crystal droplets swirling in his eyes. "And I need something from you."
But before Choso could ask what, your head slipped under his woollen robes. And then, something in his mind exploded. Sudden pleasure washed over his spine as your lips curled around his cock with a lovely hum, fingers squeezing the pulsing base.
"W-Wait– Ahhh!" his hand landed on your head, but he somehow couldn't bring himself to push you away. Instead, he brushed your hair away, letting himself take a closer, better look at your lovely face.
There was something utterly filthy in the way your pointy ears shivered every time another moan slipped past his lips. How your scales seemed to glow even lighter when his fingers skimmed through your neck, thumb brushing the warm cheek bulging with his feverish head.
You drank the pearly cum swirling on the tip of his cock with a hum before taking him in deeper. Till he could feel the end of your warm throat and muscles tightening around the fat shaft. Delicate fingers played with his balls, and a sudden cry ripped past his lips when you gave them a soft squeeze.
"M-my Goddess–" this time, he tried to push you away, feeling the dangerous heat once again coiling in his loins. "I c-can't, it's too–mhmmm–"
A sudden embarrassment hit his flushed cheeks at the thought of coming that fast. Needing nothing but a single luscious glance of yours and lips locking on his cock. Your head bobbed in frenzied movements, with low hums going straight into his pulsing cock and sending a wave of trembling pleasure down his spine. Nose tickled his pubes, saliva dripping down the veiny shaft, drenched in the honeyed sweetness of your mouth.
Pulling out with a soft pop, your gaze locked with his. "I'm not a Goddess, sailor boy," Choso wished to disagree, but your lips crashed against his. In a quick yet messy kiss, as you bit his lower lip, leaving him with a metallic sweetness and the musky smell of his cock. "But for now, call me whatever you want. As long as you'll give me this," your fingers once again squeezed his tightening balls.
Choso felt dumbfounded, madly besotted, with heart-shaped irises fixed on your face and lips slightly parted. "You want…" he barely pushed, not quite sure whether you were thinking the same thing.
But you nodded gently, giving his cock another squeeze. The flushed head was seconds away from busting, and you could see the milky trace of sticky cum coat the hardened tip.
"Give me a baby," slipped smoothly like a dream, causing Choso to blush deeply. Your hands curled behind his neck, then you pulled him closer, drawing him nearer as you slowly reclined, shifting your positions. "You're such a pretty, pretty boy," your warm thumb brushed his rosy cheek. "Can you do it for me? Do you want to make me pregnant, sailor boy?"
And Choso, with your tail between his thighs and your lovely little head splayed between his hands digging deep into the sand, could do nothing but nod. Slowly, with heat ripping through his body from the inside, and his heart suddenly skipping a few beats.
"Y-yes," he whispered softly, as you pushed behind the ear raven strands of his hair. A gentle sweetness shone in his eyes, melting your heart with its pure and innocent glow. His feelings were so pristine, as he desperately tried to hide this charming bashfulness behind an awkward demeanour. "If you allow me, my Goddess, I do want to–" his throat bobbed, another wave of embarrassment washing over his virgin body. He simply couldn't force himself to admit such a filthy thing!
You giggled, pulling him closer. Till your lips brushed gently and eyes met in a lustful crossing. "Then get to work, my sailor boy. Show me what you got."
Before Choso could ask, flustered, how this was supposed to work, you swiftly lifted your tail, putting the lower half of heavy, pinkish scales on his shoulder. Your hand curled around his, slowly, slowly, guiding it towards the swell of your ass. And then slightly down, through the hard scales covering your whole lower body. Choso tried to remember every little bump, each golden line curling around your tail like a halo, till he finally felt something else.
Something softer, slicker, hidden under a few flakes till you helped him feel the wet entrance of your pussy. His breath hitched, eyes crossed with your mischievous smile, as he sensed the slick coat his palm.
"Can you feel it?" you asked, but something in your voice changed. It became softer, more pleading, with a gentle frown appearing between your eyebrows. "Push them in, mhmm, just like that," guiding him softly, your nails dig into his forearm.
Two thick fingers slipped inside, and he immediately moaned, feeling the maddening tightness of your cunt. Gummy walls – not quite soft, but rather with slight bumps and swells – clamped down on his digits till thrusting them further was nearly impossible.
Choso had never been with a woman before and thus had no basis for comparison. Still, your warmth felt uniquely different from that of humans – slick, slimy, with bulges pressing into his fingers and holding them firmly. His two fingers were trapped in the soft, drenched embrace of your heated cunt, making his mind spin at the sheer thought of feeling you around his cock.
"My Goddess, you're s-so wet," he cried, curling another arm around your tail. His cheek nuzzled into the pink-scaled tail, and the silky fluke fluttered on his shoulder. "So tight, can you r-relax a little?"
When he tried to bend the finger, a sudden jolt of electricity dripped down your spine, and nails dug deeper into his muscular forearm. "I am relaxed, sailor boy. It–ngh–it can't get looser."
Choso was almost losing his mind. The warmth of your cunt burned through his fingers, soft bumps brushed his fingers as he pumped them in slow thrusts. With pads bumping into every swell of your gummy walls and honeyed slick dripping down the drenched sand. It stretched between his fingers, coating them in a weird, slimy softness, and, driven by sheer curiosity, he pulled them out.
Seeing the thought coiling in his mind, your eyes suddenly bulged. "No, wait, you can't–!"
But it was too late.
Two, drenched digits were pushed into his mouth, as he sucked on them with a low hum. His tongue licking them clean, a delicious groan escaped his tightened throat, as the syrupy sweetness exploded on his tongue. His mind started to spin, eyes rolled back, stomach squeezed in an almost painful pleasure and cock, if not hard enough, became almost stony. With head pulsing in feverish need as he brushed the fat shaft against the slick entrance of your cunt.
But something felt wrong… The heat that hit him was too strong, ripping him from the inside with a hungry flame that seemed to grow more resilient.
He looked down, seeing the pearly cum already bursting all over your soft, pulsing cunt, coating the lovely scales with waves and waves of thick semen. And yet, his cock was still rock-hard, throbbing with a raw need to breed your swelling cunt. With small folds puckered out, and a bumpy clit pulsing under the sticky droplets of his semen.
"W-What is g-going–"
"It's like an aphrodisiac," you cried, feeling his warm cum coating your needy pussy. "The slick, it's, mhmmm, you shouldn't eat it."
As the round head of his cock brushed your soaked hole, its muscles tried to draw it in. Your walls tightened around the throbbing tip, causing another surge of pleasure to ripple through Choso's spine and making him climax again with a sticky release.
"I can't, fuck, I-I can't stop cumming," a crying whimper rolled past his lips, as he nuzzled into your tale like a baby. "My Goddess, you tasted s-so, nghh, so delicious, fuck, so sweet. I don't regret drinking it, Idon'tIdon't–ah!"
Oh, what a lovely, whimpering mess he was. Although his massive cock ripped you raw, prising through the swells and bumps with a brutal intrusion, you still managed to giggle cheekily.
A massive arm firmly held your tail in place, while another hand moved down to your pussy. Fingers, a bit clumsy, found your sensitive clit, gently pressing and rolling the soft, pulsing button.
With eyes slightly half-closed and a mind clouded by pleasure, you stared at his face – completely miserable, crying, yet strikingly beautiful, with raven hair clinging to his open lips and a deep furrow across the milky skin of his forehead. His chestnut eyes remained fixed on yours, refusing to break eye contact, even as his hips moved desperately to meet yours. Messy words spilt from his loosened tongue as he kissed, licked, and bit the scales of your tail, making your thoughts whirl even faster.
"Don't, I'm–ahh–sensitive here!"
Deep eyes locked onto you, shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Oh, yeah? Where else are you sensitive, my Goddess?" he murmured, licking your tail again. "Tell me, I want to know every one of your sweet spots."
His thumb rubbed your clit, desperately trying to make your cunt loosen up just slightly. But it seemed that the swells and bumps coating your walls were already relaxed, forcing him to slide through the slick with a beastly thrust. Your cunt squished his cock till you felt every vein, every dripping pearl of his cum with a maddening accuracy.
Your arms spread open, waiting for him to bend over and bury his face in the plushness of your breasts. His fingers ripped the two shells covering your tits with a single tug, finally letting the swelled softness slip into his warm palm.
He leaned forward, folding your tail in half until the thin fluke brushed the sand over your head. "So soft," he whispered, squeezing your breasts with one hand. "My Goddess, you're so soft, e-everywhere," but before a moan could escape your lips, he captured them with his own, drinking in the sweet melody with a low groan. "Where is it? Where is your sweet spot?"
As no matter how hard he forcefully thrusted, how deep his cock slipped into your feverish cunt, it seemed that he still couldn't find this little button that would make you melt under his touch.
He pounded you like a madman, tearing through your clamping walls and sucking gently on your lips, as he felt each and every bump of your cunt. The filthy squelching sound bounced off the cave's wall, as the slimy cum dripped down the curve of your ass.
He mumbled, cried, whimpered miserably where is it where is it where is it, as his cock rummaged through your weeping pussy at a maddening pace, forcing your body to dig deeper into the soft sand. Your breast bounced with every thrust, eyes rolled back whenever he busted inside, filling your womb with heavy waves of cum.
As, dear heavens, he was cumming all the time – from the moment his cock slipped past your swollen folds, till the milky teeth sucked on your neck. The heat caused by your slick was constantly making him cum, till your lower belly bulged from the thickness of milky seed he stuffed you with. It flowed inside your belly, attracting his hazy attention.
His large palm pressed the lower, plump pouch of your belly, feeling the warm liquid spilling inside your puffy womb.
"It's, mhmmm, it's everywhere," you moaned into his lips, pulling him closer. Fingers digging into his hair, eyes glossy whenever the soft skin of his cock pushed your swollen bumps. "The things, ahhh, inside it's–" another cry filled his fallen lips, as the feverish head kissed your overflowing womb. "It's e-everywhere. The bumps–"
"Are your sweet spot?" Choso asked, feeling another wave of heat coiling in his loins. "You wish to tell me that all of them…"
"Yes, fuck, yesyesyes," your eyes crossed in pleasure, when his thumb pinched your clit. Rolling the little button between soft fingers, massaging it in small circles, only to tweak it with a little pain. "So good, mhmm feels s-so good."
And upon hearing it, something in Choso's mind snapped.
Again, again, again, and again, as he pumped his cock with sloppy thrusts. His warm cum filled your womb to the brim, coating his full length with sticky creaminess and spilling through your entrance. He plunged with brutal force, ripping through the swollen bumps that tried to lock him in place.
He pulled back from your neck, taking in the loveliness of your face, utterly lost in pleasure. Kissing warm cheeks, licking the chin, biting down on pointy ears till another moan ripped through your chest and cunt clamped on him tighter.
Tighter and tighter, until Choso somehow felt himself sealed. Your walls softened and expanded, embracing his pulsing shaft with an arousing, warm sensation.
"What's going on?" he brushed away the lost strands of hair stuck to your cheeks. "My Goddess, what–"
"We're, mhmm, mating," your head lulled to the side, and breathing suddenly became harder. He, on the other hand, froze. "You need to s-stay inside till I won't get p-pregnant."
But it was hard to imagine you weren't already with a child, with a lower belly bloated from the sheer amount of cum he filled you with. And when your cunt sealed him with a deathly grip, you finally came. Pulsing around his cock, drenching his hips with the slick sweetness, and bending your back in a delicious arc.
And Choso whimpered, feeling your warm cunt clamp down on him with short pulses, and pressing with his heavy hand on the bloated pouch filled with his semen. Till you cried right into his lips and allowed him to lick the sweat rushing down your temple. So beautiful, beautiful, my beautiful Goddess, bounced off your lips as he mumbled messily like a starving man. Rolling his hips with gentle thrusts, sending waves of pleasure down your spine.
You stayed locked for the next few minutes, and the moment Choso pulled out, his cum burst from your clamping walls. But he, oh, he didn't let it go to waste, quickly slipping beneath your tail and pushing the salty strings back with his tongue.
Drinking, slurping, sucking on your slick mixed with his, till the aphrodisiac once again hit his head. You tried to push him away, overwhelmed from the orgasm that ripped through you a mere seconds ago, but he was completely, utterly lost.
Sucking on your plump clit and stuffing you full with three fingers, only to keep the warm semen deep inside your womb.
He fucked you, caressed you and kissed every part of your body till the soft licks of sun started slipping shyly into the cave. Till your pinkish tail was coated in his cum and belly heavy, overflowing with the creamy warmth.
Sometimes he pounded your back on the sand; at other times, when your scales felt drier than usual, he put you back in the water, filling your tight cunt with calm waves slipping beneath your bodies.
He made promises, large and lovely, while biting and sucking sweetly on your nipples and coating the swell of your breasts with the wettest kisses. He fucked you madly and made love, as if cherishing the moment of intimacy meant only for the lovers.
And you, who initially intended to use him only for this purpose, began to breathe in every soft whisper. To nuzzle into his large, warm hands, kiss the skin on his neck, and look up at his handsome face with a gentle, tender gaze.
Thus, when morning arrived, and you both lay on the warm sand, turning toward each other, a quiet, shy voice said gently, "Allow me to go with you."
Your heart swelled, breath hitched in a tightened chest, seeing the pristine desperation beaming from his eyes. He sighed, feeling your fingers swirl the long, raven hair. "Do you know what you're asking for?"
He nodded, brushing the sweetness of your cheeks.
"You'll never be able to live above the water."
"I know," he added, eyes still kind and utterly hopeless. "I don't mind. As long as I can live with you."
And with a new, such strange feeling blooming in your heart, a soft okay, slipped past your lips.
There was a way to make him breathe underwater. Something sirens kept secret, never letting mortals know about such a deadly weapon.
"Drink my tears, then," you said, rolling him back onto your body. Till he hovered over you, with long, dark strands tickling your cheeks. "Make me cry, my sailor boy, and drink them."
Choso stared at your lovely face, taking in its divine beauty. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered innocently, and you giggled.
Your hands curled behind his neck, drawing him into a soft, dear kiss. "You fool, there's no need to hurt me." A mischievous smile lifted your lips as you once again raised your tail and rested it on his shoulder. "I can think of a few different ways."
And Choso, as a madman, could only follow every wish of his beloved, siren Goddess.
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It started with a sound.
A low hum beneath the cliffs. A pull in their chests. A pool that shimmered with moonlight and memory.
Something ancient has stirred—and now, three girls are caught in the tide of something vast, something old, something that doesn’t want to let them go.
Saltwater sings in their veins. And the surface?
It's not home anymore.
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JJK men as ancient Gods, Heroes and Warriors x F!Reader for my freaks <3
Pairings: Gojo x Reader, Suguru x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Satosugu
content/warnings: Historical AU, Ancient History, JJK men as historical figures, definitely heavy smut, how to tame a God/Warrior guide heh, I'll try to keep it historically accurate since im a history freak, this is my wet dream about fucking ancient Gods lmao
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༄ Geto Suguru
⋆˙⟡ Anubis, Egyptian God of the Dead ꒰ The desert is cold at night. The West Bank of the Nile deadly silent, with a sand gripping your lifeless body. But you shall not fear death, as your mother would say. You shall not, because he will come and guide you to the afterlife. Anubis, God of the Dead, Lord of the Duat, Protector of the Desert, Jackal-Headed Lord, your – oh ꒱
༄ Gojo Satoru
⋆˙⟡ Roman Tyrant Julius Caesar ꒰ How ruthless a man he was. Rome's greatest general. The man of the hour. Caesar, his battle name was, but Gojo Satoru in heart. A tyrant, a beast, a genius himself, your... only hope. Because how could you get back your title as the Queen of Egypt, by not using the help of the Imperator himself? And how could you not predict for him to drop down to his knees so pitifully? ꒱
༄ Choso Kamo
⋆˙⟡ Hades, Greek God of the Underworld ꒰ How easy was it to have the mightiest, the most frightening and stern God wrapped around your finger? Easy, apparently, because Hades, God of the Underworld, a gloomy, lone figure, so powerful as the oldest one of the three brothers, was nothing but a whimpering mess for his dearest Goddess! ꒱
༄ Ryomen Sukuna
⋆˙⟡ Set, Egyptian God of Wars, Violence and Sands ꒰ How brute of a God he was. A monster, Lord of Upper Egypt, Harbinger of Chaos, God of Wars, tormenting the country with his power. An usurper. So what happens when a sweet girl comes up one day, claiming that she's the one meant to inherit the rule over Egypt? ꒱
༄ Toji Fushiguro
⋆˙⟡ Roman Gladiator ꒰ Every Roman citizen loved gladiatorial fights. Just not you. But when you finally decided to see one in the company of your husband, it turned out that one fighter in particular had set his eye on you. A beast, a brute, a butcher, with strong knees that could bend solely for his lady ꒱
༄ Nanami Kento
⋆˙⟡ Greek Hero Heracles ꒰ What's the easiest way to get rid of a tenacious man who desperately asks for your hand? Give him twelve impossible challenges, of course, in hopes he'll drop out before finishing them all. But... maybe underestimating the Olympian's greatest hero, the strongest demigod alive, Zeus's warrior, wasn't the greatest choice ꒱
༄ Satosugu
⋆˙⟡ Alexander the Great and Hephaestion ꒰ For Macedonian's, he was the King. In Asia, they called him Conqueror. Egyptians bestowed upon him the title of Pharaoh, and Greeks believed he was Zeus's offspring. But for his closest general, companion, lover... he was just Satoru. Suguru's most beloved golden boy ꒱
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it was a common notion that angels and devils were never meant to live amongst each other—let alone love one another. it was a verity woven into your very existence, a rule older than heaven and hell themselves. fate may bend and twist, reshaping itself to lower your guard, but it is never truly broken. because in the end, no matter how hard you fight, fate always wins.
𝜗℘ affil. devil!satoru x fem!angel!reader
𝜗℘ content. HEAVY ANGST, mention of religion, heavenly setting, reader is the daughter of an archangel judge, reader has wings, hurt/no comfort, character death, kissing, use of y/n, abusive family dynamics, corrupt political dynamics, biblical references, dystopian portrayal of heaven, mentions of sex but no explicit smut
𝜗℘ word count. 10.7k
𝜗℘ author's note. this is for my jooneh @mimuju’s 10k event, my prompt was ‘even fate will struggle to keep you apart’. this fic was also inspired by the song heaven knows by 54 ultra:)
the first time you saw him, the sky was bleeding.
not literally, though in the celestial realm, you'd witnessed stranger phenomena. this was the kind of bleeding that happened when two worlds that should never touch began to merge at their edges. sunset bled into twilight, gold into indigo, and there, standing at the precipice where heaven's light gave way to shadow, was the most beautiful creature you'd ever seen.
satoru gojo.
his mere name felt like sin on your tongue.
he stood with his hands in his pockets, white hair catching the dying light like the first november snow. but it was his eyes that enticed you—their brilliant, impossible blue that existed nowhere in creation. the sheer contrast of their purity as opposed to his devilish exterior. they held galaxies and voids simultaneously, creation and destruction, everything your father had warned you about when he spoke of the fallen.
"you're staring, birdie" he mused, his voice akin to sweet poison, it made your wings flutter involuntarily beneath your robes.
you should have left. should have returned to the crystalline spires of the celestial city where angels sang in perfect harmony and every surface reflected the divine light. you should have reported this breach in the boundary between realms. sometimes, you still wonder how differently your life would have turned out had you never engaged with the boy.
but alas, you stepped closer instead, sealing both of your fates.
"you're trespassing," you said, trying to inject authority into your voice where it doesn’t belong. "this is the threshold. demons aren't permitted—"
"demons?" he laughed, the sound nothing like the cackling malevolence you'd been taught to expect. it was almost... playful. "is that what they're calling us now? how creative. we prefer 'fallen,' thank you very much. or, if you're feeling particularly formal, 'those who chose freedom.'"
your brow furrowed. "freedom? you fell from grace. you were cast out for—"
"—for questioning?" he tilted his head, and suddenly he was closer, though you hadn't seen him move. "for refusing to be pawns in someone else's grand design? for wanting to make our own choices?" those cerulean eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "tell me, little angel, when was the last time you made a choice that was truly yours?"
the question struck a chord you didn't know existed. when had you last made a choice? your days were prescribed, your prayers scheduled, your very thoughts guided by doctrine and divine law. even your position as a guardian angel had been assigned, not chosen.
"I..." you faltered.
his smile was knowing, almost sad. "that's what I thought."
you knew you should have drawn your blade of holy light and driven him back to whatever dark hole he'd crawled from. but instead, you found yourself asking, "what's your name?"
"satoru," he said easily, "satoru gojo. and you are?"
you hesitated. names had power, after all, especially in the celestial realm. to give your name to one of the fallen was to create a connection, a thread that could be pulled, exploited, and used against you.
but his eyes held no malice, only interest and a boyish curiosity, you surrendered your name on the same platter as the Baptist’s head.
his responding smile transformed his entire face, making him look younger, less like the monster you'd been taught to fear and more like a boy who could have been your friend, in another life, another world.
he repeated your name, testing it on his tongue—it had never sounded so beautifully and intimately intonated before. "well, birdie, since we're both breaking rules just by talking, what do you say we break a few more?"
that was how it started.
--
initially, you tried to convince yourself it was all reconnaissance—that you were just gathering intelligence on the enemy, learning their ways to better protect your realm. you repeated that to yourself at each meeting of the threshold, rationalizing to yourself that this whole accord was strategic, part of some greater plan.
you told yourself many lies in those early days.
the truth was simpler and far more sinful: you were fascinated by him.
satoru was nothing like what you'd been taught. he wasn't cruel or manipulative. he didn't try to corrupt you or immediately turn you against heaven. instead, he talked to you—just talked, like you were a being with thoughts and opinions worth hearing, not just another soldier in the celestial army.
he told you about the fall, his voice losing its usual playful edge as he described the war that had torn creation apart. "they make it sound so simple in your histories, don't they? good versus evil, light versus dark. but it wasn't like that. we didn't fall because we were evil, we fell because blind obedience wasn't our highest virtue."
you sat beside him on the edge of the precipice, your pale, white robe a stark contrast to his black attire, your wings folded carefully to avoid touching him—though you weren't sure if that was from propriety or fear of what might happen if you did.
"my father says that pride was your downfall," you comment softly. "that lucifer's arrogance—"
"lucifer's crime was wanting to understand," satoru interrupted, his eyes fixed on the breadth between realms, where reality seemed to fold in on itself. "he asked 'why' when he was only supposed to say 'yes.' and for that, he and everyone who stood with him were cast down." he turned to look at you, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart race. "tell me, seraph, is it really so wrong to want to understand? to question? to choose?"
"I don't know," you admitted, frustration lacing your tone. the confession made your head pound in a self-righteous rebellion. "I've never... I've always just done what was expected of me."
"I know," he said gently. "I can see it in you. all that light, all that goodness, all that potential, wrapped up in someone else's expectations." he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away.
you remained as still as sodom and gomorrah’s salt victims.
he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. his fingers didn't burn like you'd thought it would. instead, his touch was warm, and achingly tender. "don't you ever wonder what you could be if you chose for yourself?"
you did. God help you, you did.
--
the meetings became more frequent. what started as once a week became twice, then every other day, then daily. you began to crave his presence like a flower craves sunlight, counting the hours until you could slip away from your duties and meet him at the threshold.
he made you laugh—something you'd rarely done in the celestial realm, where joy was supposed to be serene and measured, never wild or free. satoru's humor was irreverent, sharp, often at the expense of the very authorities you'd been taught to revere without question.
"so let me get this straight," he said one evening, his eyes dancing with mirth. "you have to file a formal request, in triplicate, to change your patrol route?"
"it's not that unusual…" you defended, though you were smiling. "there are protocols—"
"protocols," he repeated, shaking his head. "birdie, you're an immortal being of cosmic power, and you need permission to take a different path during your walk. do you not see how insane that is?"
"it maintains order," you justified, but the argument fell short even to your own ears.
"it maintains control," he corrected. "there's a difference." he leaned back, looking up at the space between spaces where stars from both realms seemed to blend together. "you wanna know what I did today?"
"what?"
"absolutely nothing that I was supposed to." he grinned wickedly and wonderfully. "I was meant to be at a council meeting—some boring political nonsense about territorial disputes. instead, I went to the mortal realm and watched the sunset from seven different continents. do you know how different the sky looks from each part of the globe? how the colors change, how the light plays differently across water versus mountains versus desert?"
the wonder in his voice made your chest ache, an overwhelming sense of longing flooding your being. "that sounds… beautiful."
"it was." he turned to you, and his expression softened. "you should come with me sometime. I could show you things you've never seen, places your precious protocols would never let you go."
"oh no, I-I couldn't," you replied automatically. "it's forbidden for angels to—"
"to what? to experience creation? to see the world you're supposedly protecting?" he sat up, and there was a passion in his voice now, an intensity that made you hang on every word. "that's what I've never understood about you celestial folk.. you're meant to be guardians of humanity, but you're kept so separate from them, so isolated. how can you protect something you don't understand? how can you love something you've never truly seen?"
"we love them because we're commanded to," you replied firmly, but even as the words left your mouth, you realized just how hollow they sounded.
satoru's expression turned sad. "that's not love, birdie. that's just obedience twisted to resemble amity."
his words haunted you long after you returned to the celestial city that night. you went through your duties mechanically, your mind elsewhere, turning over everything satoru had said. around you, angels sang their perfect harmonies, but for the first time, you noticed how rehearsed they sounded, how there was no spontaneity, no individual expression—just the same songs, sung the same way, for all eternity.
was this really paradise? or was it just a gilded cage?
--
"tell me about the fall," you asked him one night, weeks into your secret meetings. "really tell me. I want to hear the devils—er, fallen version of that day."
satoru was quiet for a long moment, his expression distant. when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you'd ever heard it.
"it was the most terrifying and most exhilarating moment of my existence," he said. "one moment, I was part of the celestial host, surrounded by light and certainty and the absolute knowledge that I was on the right side of everything. the next..." he paused, and you saw his throat work as he swallowed. "the next, I was falling. literally falling through layers of reality, feeling the grace being torn away from me, the searing pain of my wings melting off, watching the only home I'd ever known disappear above me."
"do you regret it?" you whispered.
"every day," he admitted honestly, "and not at all. I regret the pain it caused, the relationships it destroyed, the certainty I’d lost. but I don't regret the choice itself. because it was a choice, birdie. the first real choice i'd ever made." he looked at you, and in his eyes, you saw ancient sorrow and hard-won wisdom. "I'd rather fall a thousand times over than spend eternity as a puppet, no matter how beautiful the strings."
you reached out without thinking, taking his hand in yours. it was the second time you'd truly touched him—the first you’d initiated it—skin to skin, and the sensation sent a familiar shock through your entire being. it felt.. good. like freedom, like finding something you hadn't known you were missing.
satoru's eyes widened, and you realized he felt it too. this connection, this rightness that shouldn't exist between an angel and one of the fallen.
"y/n," he breathed, uttering your given name for the second time. it was a prayer and a curse all at once.
you should have pulled away. should have recognized this for what it was—a bond forming, a connection that violated every law of heaven and hell. you should have run back to your realm and never looked back.
instead, you found your fingers lacing through his and holding on tighter.
"tell me more," you murmured. "tell me everything."
and he did.
over the following weeks, satoru opened up to you in ways you suspected he'd never opened up to anyone. he told you about wars, about the terrible beauty of angels and demons clashing in battles that shook the foundations of reality.
he told you about his friends among the fallen—suguru, who had questioned the morality of heaven's absolute rule. shoko, who had wanted to use her healing powers without the restrictions placed on divine intervention. nanami, who had simply wanted to rest after millennia of service and been denied.
in turn, you told him about your life in the celestial realm. about your father, the archangel who commanded legions and whose word was law. about the pressure of being his daughter, of always having to be perfect, pure, an example to other angels. about the loneliness of living up to impossible expectations.
"he's grooming you to take over his position someday," satoru observed. "that's why he's so strict with you."
"I-I don't want it," you confessed, and saying it aloud felt like blasphemy. "I don't want to command legions or sit in judgment or spend eternity enforcing rules I'm not sure I even believe in anymore."
"then don't." he commented laxly, resting his head on his palm and tilting it in your direction.
you laughed bitterly. "it's not that simple. I can't just refuse. I'm his daughter. I have responsibilities, and duties, and—"
"you have a life," satoru interrupted. "your own life, not just an extension of his. birdie, you're not a tool to be used or a legacy to be continued. you're an angel. you deserve to want things, to choose things, to be more than what someone else decided you should be. your loving Creator gave you free will, why don't you utilize it?"
tears pricked your eyes. "you make it sound so easy."
"it's not easy," he hummed, moving closer, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "it's the hardest thing you'll ever do. but it's worth it. freedom is always worth it."
you leaned into his touch, your eyes closing. "I'm afraid," you whispered.
"I know," he murmured. "I'm afraid too."
your eyes opened, meeting his. "of what?"
his thumb brushed across your cheekbone, and his smile was tender and heartbreaking. "of how much you've come to mean to me. of what I'd do to keep you safe. of what I'd sacrifice to see you smile." his voice dropped to barely a whisper, a pained smile etching across his features. "of how completely I’ve fallen for you."
your breath caught. the confession hung between you, heavy the laughable impossibility that laced it. an angel and one of the fallen. it was forbidden, and happened to be a violation of the most fundamental laws of creation.
it was also the truest thing you'd ever felt.
"satoru…" you breathed. and then you were kissing him, or he was kissing you, or you were meeting in the middle—it didn't matter. all that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours, the way his arms wrapped around you, the way your wings unfurled and wrapped around both of you, creating a protective cocoon of white feathers and desperate longing.
the kiss was everything your first kiss should have been, and it was nothing like you'd imagined. it was soft and fierce, gentle and consuming, a question and an answer all at once. it tasted like freedom and felt like falling, you never wanted it to end.
when you finally pulled apart, both breathing hard, satoru rested his forehead against yours.
"we can't take this back," he said quietly. "once we cross this line—"
"I know," you interrupted. "I don't care."
"your father—"
"I don't care," you repeated, more firmly. "satoru, for the first time in my existence, I'm choosing something for myself. I'm choosing you."
a strangled groan left his throat, and when he kissed you again, you felt him trembling—this powerful, ancient being, shaking with the force of his emotion.
"then I choose you too," he whispered against your lips. "whatever comes, whatever the cost—I choose you."
you should have known that the universe was listening. you should have known that such declarations never go unpunished.
you should have known that happiness, for beings like you, was always temporary.
--
for a few precious weeks, you existed in a bubble of stolen moments and secret joy. you met satoru every night at the threshold, and each meeting felt like a small rebellion, a tiny victory against the forces that wanted to keep you apart.
he taught you things you'd never learned in heaven—how to laugh without restraint, how to question without guilt, how to want without shame. he showed you glimpses of the mortal world, taking you to watch sunrises and meteor showers, to listen to music and witness art, to see all the beautiful, chaotic, imperfect things that made human life so precious.
in return, you showed him that not all of heaven was rigid and cold. you shared with him the genuine beauty of the celestial realm—the gardens where flowers sang, the libraries containing every story ever told, the quiet places where you could see all of creation spread out like a tapestry.
"it really is beautiful," he admitted one night, looking out over the celestial city from your secret vantage point. "i'd forgotten. after the fall, I only remembered the pain and the rejection. but this..." he gestured to the spires of light, the flowing rivers of starlight, the angels moving like living constellations through the streets below. "this is worth remembering too."
"do you miss it?" you asked, "being part of this?"
"sometimes," he replied honestly. "I miss the certainty of it all. the sense of belonging and the feeling that I was part of something greater than just myself." he turned to you with a bittersweet smile, "but I don't miss it enough to give up what I have now. I don't miss it enough to give up you."
you kissed him then, there on the edge of heaven itself, and damn the consequences.
you should have been more careful. should have noticed the signs—the way other angels had begun looking at you strangely, the questions about where you disappeared to each night, the increasing scrutiny from your father's lieutenants.
you should have known that secrets, especially ones this big, never stay hidden forever.
--
the night everything fell apart started like any other.
you slipped away from your duties, making excuses about needing time for private prayers. you made your way to the threshold, your heart already racing with anticipation of seeing satoru, of losing yourself in his arms and forgetting, for a few hours, about the impossible situation you'd created.
you were Jonah, and anywhere but the arms of the devil was nineveh.
he was already there, waiting for you with that smile that made your heart skip. but something was different tonight—there was a hidden tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his eyes.
"what's wrong?" you asked immediately.
"we need to talk," he said, and those four words sent ice through your veins.
"hah, well that's never a good way to start a conversation," you tried to joke, but it fell flat.
satoru took your hands, his grip almost desperate. "birdie, i've been thinking. this—us—it can't continue like this. sneaking around, hiding, living in stolen moments. it's not enough. it's not fair to you."
your heart was pounding in your ears now. "what are you saying?"
"I'm saying we need to make a choice. a real one." his eyes burned with intensity. "come with me. leave heaven, leave your father, leave all of this behind. we could be together, really together, without hiding or fear or—"
"you're asking me to fall." you whispered, horrified.
"I'm asking you to choose yourself," he corrected quickly. "to choose us. to choose a life where you're free to be who you want to be, not who they've decided you should be."
"satoru, I—" you wanted to say yes. God, you wanted to say yes so badly it hurt. but the words stuck in your throat, tangled up with fear and duty and the weight of millennia of conditioning. "I need time. I need to think—"
"we don't have time," he urged. “I've heard rumors. there's talk in the lower realms about an angel who's been seen at the threshold, who's been fraternizing with our kind. it's only a matter of time before—"
"before what?" a voice responds.
not your voice.
it came from behind you, and it was like having Jonah’s fish of justice swallow your being whole. you turned slowly, already knowing what you'd see but hoping desperately that you were wrong.
you weren't, of course.
the archangel, the judge of divinity—your father—stood there, resplendent in his full warrior regalia, his wings spread wide, his face a mask of cold fury. behind him were a dozen of his most loyal warriors, their weapons drawn stiff, expressions stiffer.
"father," you breathed, and you hated how small your voice sounded. how his presence would always condition your personal minimization.
"step away from the demon," he commanded.
"he—he's not a demon," you shakily declared, slowly finding your courage. "his name is satoru, and I—"
"I know what he is," your father interrupted, his eyes never leaving satoru. "I know exactly what he is. a fallen. a corrupter. a snake who has poisoned my daughter's mind with his lies."
"he hasn't poisoned anything!" you protested, moving to stand beside satoru. "he's shown me that there's more to existence than blind obedience and—"
"enough!" your father's voice cracked like thunder, and the very air around you trembled, you looked around desperately, even his very soldiers’s faces gleamed with secret pity—an unspoken fear of divine punishment.
"I have watched you, daughter. I have seen you sneak away night after night. I have witnessed your corruption, your fall from grace, your betrayal of everything we stand for." his gaze finally shifted to you, and the disappointment in his eyes was worse than any anger. "I had such hopes for you... you were to be my successor. and you've thrown it all away for… for this."
the contempt in his voice when he looked at satoru made your blood boil.
"don't speak about him like that!" you roared, your own voice gaining strength. "you don't know him. you don't know anything about him except what your prejudice tells you!"
"I know enough!" your father said coldly. "I know that he has seduced you, he has poisioned your mind with his sinful serpent’s fruit. turned you against your own kind, and made you forget your duty and your honor."
"he's done nothing but treat me like a person instead of a weapon!" you shouted, and you felt your own power rising, your wings beginning to unfurl with a restrained rage. "he's done nothing but show me kindness and respect and—"
"love," satoru said quietly. he stood tall, unafraid despite being outnumbered and outmatched, his eyes fixed on your father. "I love her. and she loves me. that's what you can't stand, isn't it? not that she's been meeting with the enemy, but that she's found something you can't control."
your father's expression turned to stone. "you dare speak of love? you, who fell from grace? you, who chose pride over service? you know nothing of love."
"I know more than you think," satoru replied, and there was a sadness in his voice that made your heart ache. "I know that love means wanting someone to be happy, even if it costs you everything. I know that love means respecting someone's choices, even when you disagree with them. I know that love means seeing someone as they truly are, not as you wish they would be." he glanced at you, and his smile was gentle. "and I know that I love your daughter enough to let her make her own choice, even if that choice breaks my heart."
"how noble," your father sneered. "but it changes nothing. you have corrupted an angel of the Lord. you have violated the sacred boundary between our realms, darkened the heart of my Eve. for this, you will be punished."
"STOP!" you cried, stepping in front of satoru. "if you want to punish someone, punish me. i'm the one who sought him out. i'm the one who kept coming back. i'm the one who—"
"who has been manipulated and deceived," your father finished. "I know, daughter. I know you think you've made these choices freely, but you haven't. he has clouded your judgment and twisted your thoughts. this snake has made you believe that rebellion is freedom and that disobedience is love." he took a moment to compose himself, steadying his expression. "but you are my daughter, and I will not lose you to the darkness. you will be confined to your chambers until this... infection... has been purged from your system."
"infection?!" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "father, I'm not sick! I'm not corrupted, I'm just—"
"enough," he said, and the finality in his voice was absolute. he gestured to two of his warriors. "take her."
"don't touch her," satoru snarled, and suddenly his cursed power flared, dark energy crackling around him like lightning. "if you want to punish someone, punish me. but leave her alone."
"oh, I intend to punish you," your father clarified, and his smile was terrible to behold. "but not with destruction. that would be too merciful." he raised his hand, and divine light began to gather around it, brighter and more intense than anything you'd ever seen. "no, for you, I have something far more fitting. you wanted to corrupt my daughter? you wanted to steal her from her destiny? then you will spend eternity knowing that you failed. you will be cast into the void, into the space between spaces where nothing exists, where you will have an eternity to contemplate your sins in absolute isolation until you revert to the dust you were made of."
"NO!" you screamed, struggling against the warriors who had grabbed your arms. "father, please, don't do this! I'll do anything, I'll—"
"you'll forget him," your father said calmly. "in time, with proper guidance and prayer, you'll forget this ever happened. you'll return to your duties, take your place at my side, and fulfill your destiny."
"I'll never forget him!" you seethed fiercely, tears streaming down your face. "never. you can lock me away for a thousand years, and I'll still love him. you can try to purge my memories, and I'll still carry him in my heart. you can't control this, father. you can't control who I love."
"we'll see," he muttered, and unleashed his power.
the light was blinding, overwhelming, a force of pure divine will that struck satoru like a physical blow. you screamed, fighting against your captors with a strength you didn't know you possessed, but it wasn't enough. nothing was enough.
you watched, helpless, as satoru was torn away from the threshold, his form beginning to dissolve into particles of light and shadow. but even as he was being unmade, even as he was being cast into oblivion, his eyes never left yours.
"be free," he mouthed, a silent tear slipping freely down his cheek.
and then he was gone.
your scream could be heard for lightyears. you stopped struggling. stopped fighting. something inside you had broken, shattered so completely that you weren't sure it could ever be repaired. your form ragdolled within the arms of the warriors holding you in place, relying on their support to keep you from collapsing to the ground.
your father approached you slowly, and when he spoke, his voice was almost gentle. "in time, you'll understand, my daughter. I did this for you. to protect you. to save you from a fate worse than—"
"I hate you," you seethed, a terrible veracity lacing your tone, "I will hate you for this until the end of time itself."
your father flinched as if you'd struck him. "you don't mean that. you're upset, confused—"
"I mean every word," you confirmed, and your voice was empty, hollow, all the life and warmth drained out of it. "you've taken the only thing that ever made me happy. the only person who ever saw me as more than just your daughter. and for that, I will never forgive you."
a flash briefs through his expression. "take her to her chambers," your father commanded stoically, turning away. "and seal them. she is not to leave until I say otherwise."
as the warriors dragged you away, you didn't resist. what was the point? satoru was gone. cast into a void from which there was no return. your father had won.
but as you were pulled through the streets of the celestial city, past angels who whispered and stared, past the places where you'd once felt at home, you made a silent vow.
this wasn't over. somehow, some way, you would find a way to reach satoru. you would tear apart reality itself if you had to. you would grab fate by the neck and tell it to shove its plans down its disgusting, slimy—
--
the days blurred together in your confinement.
your chambers—once a sanctuary of soft breeze and flowing starlight—became a tomb. the divine wards your father had woven didn't just lock the doors; they locked you, pressing against your skin like invisible chains, like being buried alive while still breathing. you could feel them, a constant weight, a constant reminder that you were trapped. your father had sealed the very walls with spells that prevented you from leaving, from using your powers, from doing anything but exist in this beautiful cage.
the silence was the worst part.
in heaven, there was always sound—the hum of divine energy, the distant songs of the celestial choir, the whisper of wings. but here, sealed away, there was nothing. just the sound of your own breathing, your own heartbeat, the blood rushing in your ears. it was a silence so complete it felt like drowning.
you didn't eat. food turned to ash in your mouth. you barely slept, and when you did, you dreamed of the void—that terrible, empty space where satoru had been cast. in your nightmares, you saw him there, alone in the darkness, his light slowly being consumed by nothing. you saw him forgetting who he was, piece by piece, memory by memory, until there was nothing left but an echo of an echo.
you woke up screaming.
your father visited you daily, trying to reason with you, to make you see that he'd done this out of love, out of a desire to protect you. each time, you turned away, refusing to speak, refusing to even acknowledge him.
"you'll thank me someday," he said during one visit, his voice heavy with sorrow. "when you've had time to heal, to see clearly again, you'll understand that I saved you."
you said nothing still. there was nothing to say.
you daydreamed of satoru. of his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes lit up when he saw you. of his touch and his kiss, the way he made you feel alive in a way you'd never felt before.
you had to reach him. had to find a way.
but how? the void was beyond reality and space and time. it was nowhere and nothing, a place of absolute isolation. even if you could escape your chambers, even if you could somehow evade your father's warriors, how could you possibly reach somewhere that didn't exist?
as it turned out, you wouldn't have to wait long to find your answer.
one night, as you sat by your window staring out at the celestial city, you felt a presence. not physical, but a whisper at the edge of your consciousness, faint and distant but unmistakably there.
birdie..?
your heart stopped. you knew that voice, you would recognize it anywhere.
satoru? you thought desperately, not daring to hope.
I'm here, came the response, so faint you almost missed it. can you hear me?
a choked sob escaped you as silent tears streamed down your face. how? father said you were cast into the void, that there was no return—
there isn't, satoru's voice was resigned. I'm trapped here, birdie. in the nothing. but I can still feel you. our connection—it's stronger than whatever is trying to contain my spirit.
I'll find you, you promised fiercely. I'll find a way to bring you back.
no. his voice was firm. birdie, you can't. the void is... it's beyond anything you can imagine. it's not just emptiness like everyone thinks it is—it's literally the absence of everything. of light, of warmth, of hope. if you tried to come here, you'd be lost too.
I don't care, you said. I'd rather be lost with you than safe without you.
don't say that. there was anguish in his voice now. don't throw away your existence for me. you have so much to live for, so so much—
without you, I have nothing, you interrupted. satoru, you showed me what it means to really live. to choose, to feel, to be free. how can I go back to just existing after that? how can I just pretend that any of this matters when the only thing that ever truly mattered is gone?
silence. then; I love you. God, I love you so much.
then let me come to you, you pleaded. let me find a way.
there is no way, he sighed gently. the void is sealed. your father made sure of that. the only way to reach it would be to... to fall. completely. to sever your connection to heaven entirely and cast yourself into the darkness.
then that's what i'll do.
birdie, no—
I've made my choice, you thought firmly. you asked me once to choose myself, to choose us. I'm choosing now. I'm choosing you, satoru. whatever it takes.
you'll lose everything, he communicated desperately. your wings, your grace, your immortality—
I'll lose nothing that matters, you corrected. because the only thing that matters is you.
you felt his presence waver, felt the weight of his emotion even across the unattainable distance. birdie, if you do this, there's no going back. you'll fall, and even if you reach me, we'll both be trapped in the void. we'll have nothing and become nothing.
we'll have each other, you said simply. that's everything.
for the second time in your immortal life, you made a choice. and for the second time in your immortal life, it was for his sake.
--
planning your fall was harder than you'd anticipated.
it wasn't enough to simply rebel or break rules—you'd been doing that for weeks, and while it had earned you confinement, it hadn't severed your connection to heaven. no, to truly fall, you had to commit an act so fundamentally against your nature, so completely antithetical to everything an angel was supposed to be, that heaven itself would reject you.
you spent days researching, reading forbidden texts that you'd smuggled into your chambers over the years, learning about the mechanics of the fall. what you discovered was both enlightening and terrifying.
the fall wasn't a punishment—not really. it was an aftermath. when an angel acted in a way that was so contrary to their divine nature that they could no longer sustain their connection to the celestial realm, that connection would break. the grace that powered them, that made them what they were, would be torn away, and they would plummet through the layers of reality until they landed... somewhere.
most fallen landed in the lower realms, the places of shadow and fire where they could rebuild, adapt, create new existences for themselves—”hell,” as mortal beings called it—but those who fell while already being punished, who were cast out rather than choosing to leave, often ended up in worse places.
places like the void.
the irony wasn't lost on you. your father had cast satoru into the void as punishment, never imagining that you would see it as a destination rather than a damnation.
but how to fall? what act could you commit that would be severe enough to sever your connection to heaven?
the answer, when it came to you, was both simple and terrible. you would have to reject the divine entirely. not just rebel against it, not just question it, but completely and utterly renounce it. you would have to stand before the throne of heaven itself and declare that you wanted no part of it, that you chose darkness over light, chaos over order, damnation over salvation.
it would break your father's heart. you would shame your entire lineage and demolish your honour. what you were planning would make you an outcast, a cautionary tale, a name spoken in whispers as an example of how far an angel could fall.
but you didn't care.
the night you chose to do it, you felt strangely calm. you'd already said your goodbyes to the few things in heaven you would miss—the gardens and the libraries, the quiet places where you'd once found solace. you'd written two letters—one to your father, trying to explain, knowing he would never understand but needing to try anyway. the other to satoru. though that one felt more like a diary, a keepsake due to the likely chance that you would never truly see him again.
then you broke the seals on your chamber.
it was surprisingly easier than it should have been. your father's wards were powerful, sure, but they were designed more to keep you in than keeping your power out. and you were his daughter, after all. you carried his strength in your veins, his power in your wings. when you pushed against the seals with everything you had, they shattered like glass.
alarms rang out across the celestial city. you ignored them, walking calmly through the streets as angels scattered before you, as warriors rushed to intercept you. you didn't fight them. you simply walked, your destination clear in your mind.
the judge’s courtroom of heaven was exactly how you remembered it as a fledgling—vast and beautiful, filled with light so pure it hurt to look at directly. and there, seated on the throne of judgment, was your father.
he stood as you entered, his expression a mixture of relief and anger. "daughter, thank the Lord—the seals broke, but you're safe. come, let me—"
"I renounce heaven." you declared clearly, your voice echoing through the chamber. your lack of stutter stemming from hours of rehearsal.
your father froze. "what?"
"I renounce heaven," you repeated, louder now. "I renounce the divine, the celestial realm, and everything it stands for. I reject my grace, my wings, and my place among the angels. I choose to fall."
the chamber erupted in chaos. angels gasped and a general murmur broke out, warriors drew their weapons, and your father's face went white.
"you-you don't know what you're saying," he gasped, descending from the judge’s bench. "my child, you're upset, you're not thinking clearly—"
"I've never been more clear," you said. "I don't want this life. I don't want to be your daughter, or your pawn, or your perfect little soldier. I want to be free to make my own choices. and I want to be with the person I love, even if it means falling into darkness."
"this is his influence," your father said desperately. "the demon has poisoned your mind—"
"his name is satoru!" you shouted. "and he didn't poison anything. he freed me. he may have warned me about this in the past, but all in all it is my decision and my decision alone to renounce my nature. my choice to find more to existence than following orders and maintaining the status quo.” you spread your wings wide, feeling your power building. "and I choose him. I choose him over all of this. I choose him over you."
your father's face crumpled. "please," he whispered, and you'd never heard him beg before. "please, daughter, don't do this. I can't lose you. you're all I have, you're—"
"you lost me the moment you took him from me," you said, and you felt tears streaming down your face. "goodbye, father."
and then you let go. stepping off the precipice of heaven.
it was like cutting a rope that had been holding you your entire existence. you felt your connection to heaven snap, felt the grace that had sustained you for millennia begin to tear away. it was agony—worse than any physical pain, a spiritual rending that felt like being unmade at the molecular level.
you screamed as your wings began to burn, as the holy light that had always surrounded you turned to shadow. it was exactly as satoru had described, you realized. you heard your father crying out, felt him trying to reach you, but it was too late. the fall had begun, and nothing could stop it now.
you plummeted through layers of reality, through spaces between spaces, through the very fabric of creation itself. you saw glimpses of the mortal world, of the lower realms, of places that had no names and existed only in the gaps between existence.
and then you saw it—the void.
again, it was exactly as satoru had described. not darkness, but the absence of light. not emptiness, but the absence of everything. it was nowhere and nothing, a place that shouldn't exist but did, a cosmic wound in the fabric of reality.
you fell into it, and the nothing swallowed you whole.
--
there was no up or down, no light or dark, no sense of space or time. you existed—at least you thought you existed—but you couldn't see yourself or feel your body, you couldn't sense anything except the vast, terrible emptiness that surrounded you.
satoru! you called out, not with your voice but with your mind, your very essence. satoru, I'm here!
for a long moment, there was nothing. then—
birdie?
his presence crashed into you like a wave, and suddenly you could feel him, sense him, even though you still couldn't see anything. he was here, in the nothing, and he was reaching for you.
you came, he gasped, his voice filled with relief and horror. you actually came. birdie, what have you done?
what I had to, you replied, and you couldnt tell if the feeling yourselves drifting closer together was an illusion. in the void, concepts like movement and distance were meaningless. I told you I would find you.
you fell, he said, and you could feel his anguish. you gave up everything—
I gave up nothing that mattered, remember? you corrected. satoru, where are you? I can feel you, but I can't—
I'm here, he said, and suddenly you could sense him more clearly, could almost make out a shape in the formless nothing. I'm right here.
you reached out, and your hand—did you still have a hand?—touched something solid and warm and real.
satoru.
the moment you made contact, the void changed. it was still nothing, still empty, but now there was a point of reference, a center around which existence could orient itself. you and satoru, together, created a tiny island of reality in the sea of nothing.
you could see him now, or something akin to seeing. he looked different—his devilish traits were gone, his destructive beauty dimmed, but his eyes were still that impossible blue, and his smile was still the same.
"you're insane," he said, pulling you close. "completely, utterly insane."
"I learned from the best," you replied, and then you were kissing him, right there in the nothing, and it was everything.
when you finally pulled apart, you looked around at the emptiness surrounding you. "so this is it? this is where we'll spend eternity?"
"i'm afraid so," satoru said quietly. "the void is inescapable. we're trapped here, birdie. together, but trapped."
"then we'll make the best of it," you said firmly. "we'll create our own reality here. we'll—"
"birdie," he interrupted gently. "there's something you need to know. the void... it doesn't just trap you. it consumes you. slowly, over time, it erodes everything you are until there's nothing left. I've been fighting it since I arrived, but I can feel it working on me. my memories are starting to fade, my sense of self is becoming... unclear."
your heart clenched. "how long?"
"I don't know. time doesn't work the same here. it could be days or centuries or—" he stopped, his expression pained. "the point is, we won't last forever. eventually, the void will take us both."
"then we'll face it together," you said with as much naive determination as you could muster, taking his hands. "satoru, I didn't come here expecting a happy ending. I came here because I'd rather have a short time with you than an eternity without you."
he pulled you close, burying his face in your hair. he tried to force the quiver out of his voice while muttering, "why would you do this for me? to yourself? I don't deserve you at all."
"you deserve everything," you whispered. "and I'm sorry I can't give you more than this."
"this is enough," he said. "you're enough. you've always been enough."
--
time in the void was impossible to measure, but you felt every second of your dissolution like a knife slowly carving away pieces of your soul.
at first, it was bearable. you and satoru held each other in the nothing, talking desperately, frantically, trying to memorize every detail of each other before it was too late. you traced the lines of his face with trembling fingers, committing to memory the exact shade of his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the sound of his voice when he said your name.
you joined yourselves as intimately as two living creatures possibly could, swallowing his ecstasy and his pleasure all at once.
but the void was impatient, and it was hungry.
the memories went first. small things—the name of a flower you'd loved in heaven's gardens, gone. the melody of a song you'd hummed while on duty, vanished. you reached for them and found only empty space where they should have been, like missing teeth in your mind.
"satoru," you said one time, panic creeping into your voice. "I can't remember... there was a place we went. in the mortal world. there were lights in the sky, falling lights, and you held my hand and—" you stopped, frustrated tears burning your eyes. "why can't I remember?"
"a meteor shower," he said quietly, but his voice was hollow. "we watched it from a mountain in... in..." his face crumpled. "I don't remember where. God, birdie, I don't remember where we were."
the horror of it settled over you like a shroud. these weren't just memories—they were your shared existence, the precious few moments of joy you'd stolen together. and they were being eaten away, devoured by the nothing, until soon there would be no evidence you'd ever been happy at all.
it would only get worse.
you forgot the names of angels you'd known for millennia. you forgot the layout of the celestial city, the feeling of your wings catching divine light, the taste of ambrosia. entire centuries of your existence simply... disappeared, leaving blank spaces in your mind that ached like phantom limbs.
satoru was deteriorating faster. he'd been in the void longer, and it showed. sometimes he would look at you with confusion in his eyes, like he couldn't quite place who you were. those moments lasted only seconds before recognition returned, but each time it happened, you felt a terrifying panic claw up your throat.
"I'm forgetting," he confessed one day, his voice breaking. "birdie, I'm forgetting things about you. I can't remember the first thing you ever said to me. I can't remember what your wings looked like. I keep trying to hold onto it, but it's like trying to hold water—it just slips through my fingers."
"it's okay," you lied, pulling him close even as your own panic threatened to consume you. "it's okay, we're together, that's what matters—"
"no, it's not okay!" he pulled away, and you saw tears streaming down his face. "don't you understand? I brought you here. I did this to you. you were perfect and eternal and safe, and I corrupted you, I made you fall, I dragged you into this hell where you're going to be erased from existence, and it's all my fault—"
"satoru, no—"
"you're going to die because of me," he gasped, and the anguish in his voice was unbearable. "you're going to cease to exist, and it's because you loved me, because I was selfish enough to let you love me, and I can't—I can't live with that. I can't watch you disappear knowing I'm the reason why."
you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. "listen to me. I chose this. not you—me. I chose to fall, I chose to come here, I chose you over everything else. and I would make the same choice again, do you understand? even knowing how it ends, I would choose you every single time."
he sobbed, and you held him while he broke apart, while the weight of what he'd cost you finally crushed him. you held him and pretended you weren't breaking too, weren't terrified of the nothing that was slowly devouring you both.
the worst part was when you started forgetting each other.
it happened gradually, then all at once. you would look at satoru and for a brief, horrible moment, you wouldn't know who he was. just a stranger in the darkness, someone you felt you should recognize but couldn't quite place. then the memory would slam back into you—satoru, his name is satoru, you love him, you fell for him—and you would gasp with relief.
but each time, the moment of blankness lasted a little longer.
"what's happening to us?" you whispered one day, clinging to him desperately. you couldn't remember your father’s name. you'd been trying for hours, reaching for it, but it was gone, just gone, and the terror of that absence was suffocating.
"we're losing ourselves," satoru said. his voice sounded strange, distant, like it was coming from very far away. "the void is taking everything. soon there won't be anything left. we'll just be... erased."
you felt your consciousness fragmenting, splintering into pieces that didn't quite fit together anymore. you couldn't remember what you'd been before this. an angel? maybe. the concept felt foreign, meaningless. you couldn't remember heaven, couldn't remember your father, couldn't remember anything except the person in front of you and the desperate, clawing need to hold onto them.
"I don't want to forget you," you said, and you were crying now, great heaving sobs that shook your entire body. "please, I can't forget you. you're all I have left. if I lose you, if I forget you, then what was any of this for?"
"I know," he said, and he was crying too. "I know, I'm scared too. I'm so scared, birdie. I don't want to fade away alone. I don't want to become nothing."
you held each other in the darkness, two fragmenting souls clinging to the last shreds of identity, and you felt the void pressing in from all sides, patient and inexorable, waiting to consume what little remained.
that's when satoru spoke again, his voice barely a whisper.
“y/n..” he repeated under his breath like a mantra, rocking back and forth in a fetal position, “your name is y/n, and I know you… y/n, y/n…?”
he received no response.
“y/n?”
he never would again.
“y/n..” he finally breathed. then, the final words that would ever leave his lips—
“I love you, y/n.”
--
in the celestial realm, the archangel stood at the edge of the threshold, staring into the space between spaces where his daughter had disappeared.
he'd felt it when she fell—a tearing in his very soul, a loss so profound it had brought him to his knees. he'd screamed her name into the void between realms, reached for her with every ounce of his divine power, tried desperately to pull her back. but she was already gone, plummeting through layers of reality he would never be able to reach.
he'd felt it again when she'd entered the void, when the nothing had swallowed her whole. that sensation was worse—not tangible pain but absence, a hole torn in the fabric of his existence where his daughter used to be.
and now, he felt nothing. because there was nothing left to feel.
his daughter wasn't dead. death implied an afterlife, a soul that continued, a possibility of reunion in some distant eternity. no. his daughter was erased. unmade. she had ceased to exist in any form, in any realm, in any reality. there was no heaven waiting for her, nor hell. just the absolute, complete, irreversible nothing.
the archangel fell to his knees at the threshold, and for the first time in his eternal existence, he broke down.
a sound tore from his throat. the sound of a father realizing he'd murdered his own child. because that's what he'd done, wasn't it? he'd cast satoru into the void, knowing it would destroy him. he'd locked his daughter away, knowing she'd be desperate. he'd refused to listen, refused to see her as anything but a child to be controlled, a possession to be protected.
and she'd chosen oblivion rather than live in the cage he'd built for her.
"sir?" one of his lieutenants approached cautiously, keeping his distance. "the council is asking for your report on the... incident."
the archangel didn't respond—he couldn't. he was staring at his hands—hands that had wielded divine judgment, hands that had cast satoru into damnation, hands that had sealed his daughter's chambers and driven her to this.
these hands had destroyed everything he loved.
"she's gone," he finally whispered, "my daughter is gone. there's no soul to save, no spirit to redeem. she doesn't exist anymore."
the lieutenant shifted uncomfortably. "sir, the council—"
"tell them I don't care," the archangel blurted, "tell them my daughter chose love over heaven, and I drove her to it. tell them I'm the reason she's been erased from creation. tell them—" his voice cracked completely. "tell them I killed her."
he stood on shaking legs and walked away from the threshold, away from the space where his daughter had made her final choice. each step felt like walking through water, through mud, through the weight of his own grief.
his celestial city stretched before him, beautiful and eternal and utterly hollow.
he'd walked these streets for millennia, had built this paradise with his own hands, had ruled it with absolute judgement. the crystalline spires caught divine light and scattered it into rainbows. the rivers of starlight flowed endlessly through gardens where flowers sang in perfect harmony. angels moved through the streets like living constellations, their wings catching the eternal golden glow.
it was perfect. it was paradise.
it was a tomb.
the archangel saw it now—really saw it—for the first time. the rigid order he'd enforced, the perfect obedience he'd demanded, the way every angel moved in prescribed patterns, sang prescribed songs, thought prescribed thoughts. there was no individualism here, no spontaneity.
no freedom. no choice. not even life./
his daughter had seen it. she'd felt the cage even when he'd insisted it was her paradise. and when he'd tried to force her back into it, when he'd taken away the one thing that made her feel alive, she'd chosen to stop existing entirely rather than return.
what did that say about the heaven he'd built? what did that say about him?
he walked through the city, and everywhere he looked, he saw her absence. the gardens where she used to walk. the libraries where she'd studied. the training grounds where she'd practiced with her blade. every corner held a memory, and every memory was a wound. he almost wished that he could be the one sent to the void, so as to wash away all of these godforsaken memories.
she'd never walk these streets again. never laugh, never question, never look at him with those eyes that saw too much. she was gone, and she was never coming back, and he would exist forever knowing that.
forever.
he was immortal, therefore he would exist until the end of time itself, and every single moment of that infinite existence would be spent knowing what he'd done. there would be no merciful death to release him, nor oblivion to grant him peace. just endless, eternal grief, stretching out before him like an abyss.
he'd thought the void was the cruelest punishment. he'd been wrong. this was crueler—to live forever with the knowledge that he'd destroyed his own daughter, that his need to control her had driven her to choose non-existence over his love.
he found himself standing in the throne room without remembering how he'd gotten there. the vast space stretched around him, filled with celestial grandeur. the throne itself sat on a raised dais, a seat of absolute authority from which he'd ruled for eons.
he looked at it and felt nothing but revulsion.
he'd before sat on that throne and passed judgment on the fallen. he'd declared them corrupted and damned them. he'd cast satoru into the void without hesitation, believing he was protecting his daughter.
he'd been protecting nothing. he'd been destroying everything.
your father sank to the floor in front of the throne, his wings dragging behind him. sobs tore through him, violent and uncontrolled, the grief of eternity condensed into this single moment. he cried for you, his daughter, for the future you’d never have, for the choice he'd stolen from you. he cried for himself, for the father he'd failed to be, for the love he'd twisted into control.
he cried because you were gone, truly and completely gone, and it was his fault.
hours passed, or maybe days—time meant nothing. eventually, the sobs subsided, leaving only a hollow ache that he knew would never fade.
your father stayed on the floor, unable to move, unable to rule, unable to do anything but exist in the wreckage of what he'd done. his throne loomed above him, expectant and waiting, but he couldn't bring himself to climb those steps. he'd lost that right when he'd lost you.
in the silence of the throne room, the archangel finally understood the lesson he should have learned millennia ago: that love without freedom is just another word for control, and control without trust is just another word for fear.
he'd been afraid of losing you, so he'd held on too tight. and in doing so, he'd lost you in the most complete and irreversible way possible.
alas, he would spend eternity knowing that he was the reason why.
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epilogue
in the mortal world, there's a legend that lovers sometimes tell each other, though no one quite remembers where it came from or why it persists.
they say that if you stand at the edge of twilight, you might feel something. not a presence—not at all, actually—more like an absence, if anything. a cold spot in the air. a sense of something that should be there but isn't, like a word on the tip of your tongue that you can never quite remember.
the story has been told so many times, passed through so many mouths, that the details have worn smooth like river stones. no one knows the names anymore. no one remembers the specifics. no one remembers the angel who fell for love, or the fallen who waited in the void, or the choice they made to cease to exist together.
some versions say it was two angels who defied heaven. others claim it was a demon and a saint. still others insist it was simply two souls who loved each other so much that the universe itself couldn't contain them.
all the versions agree on one thing though: they're gone now. completely, utterly, irreversibly gone.
the romantics—the ones who still believe in happy endings—like to say that the lovers transcended, that they became something greater. perhaps that their love was so pure it transformed them into eternal guardians watching over other star-cross’d pairs.
the truth, however, buried beneath centuries of retelling and romanticization, is far more terrible. two people loved each other so desperately that when faced with separation, they chose mutual annihilation. they didn't transcend. they didn't transform into something beautiful at all. they simply... stopped existing. erased themselves from reality so completely that even the memory of their names was swallowed by the void.
what remains isn't love. it's the scar tissue where love used to be.
that feeling at twilight—that cold, unsettling sense of absence—isn't benevolent souls watching over creation. it's the echo of something that was destroyed so thoroughly that reality itself still bears the wound. the ghost of a choice so final, so absolute, that it left a hole in the fabric of existence that never quite healed.
the legend persists, distorted and softened by time, transformed into something almost beautiful. lovers invoke it when they want to believe that love conquers all, that devotion can overcome any obstacle, or that choosing each other is always the right answer.
yet they don't realize they're celebrating a double suicide. they don't understand that the story they're telling is about two people who were so broken by the world's cruelty that they saw erasure as mercy.
and perhaps that's for the best. perhaps it's kinder to let the legend remain beautiful, to let people believe in transcendence rather than erasure, to let them think that somewhere, somehow, those two souls are still together and happy.
because the truth—that they're simply gone, that they chose non-existence over a life apart, that their love was so consuming it destroyed them both completely—is too terrible to bear.
soon, even the legend will be forgotten. the story will be told one last time, and then never again. the cold spot at twilight will fade, and then there will be nothing left at all—no memory or echo or trace that they ever existed or ever loved or ever made the terrible choice to unmake themselves.
because even fate had struggled to keep them apart.
but in the end, fate always prevails.
a/n: fanfic or not, this work means a lot to me because it reflects a lot of the doubts i’m currently feeling within my faith. topics such as as predestination, free will, the falling, and the rapture have always plagued my belief.
i’m open to any suggestions or edits especially as this contains sensitive topics such as religion. i’d written this in a Christian perspective, with some apparent Biblical references or symbolism. if any part of this negatively portrays the religion at its core, or you feel that i’ve written something immoral, please feel free to reach out to me and i’d be more than happy to revise and edit whatever parts need editing:)
𝐬𝐮𝐦. poor Housecat!Reader, Gojo and Sukuna left you all alone today—but Exotic Pet Owner!Geto is still home and if you ask him nicely, surely he'll play with you! ♡ 𝓂𝒹𝓃𝒾.𝟣𝟪 𝐰𝐜: 3286
ᨐฅ : this is left overs from pt.2 i never finished so that's why it's only Geto x Reader smut, but I did add a bit more to make up for only mentioning Gojo and just a bit of Sukuna, hope y'all enjoy!
Caracal!Sukuna who thinks his only problem when it comes to you is Gojo, which he has since solved for the most part by building you a nest. So whenever Gojo is away, Sukuna sees it as an opportune time for him to go for a nice long romp in the forest.
The other hybrids are becoming much too complacent with him indoors now, he needs to keep them on their toes.
Sukuna thinks you should be perfectly content in the nest he dutifully made and re-scents with you daily, making sure to pamper his mate lots of his attention.
Yet Sukuna will soon realize the silent killer is usually the deadliest. Not only are you far more spoiled and needy than he originally imagined—but he learns the real threat is Geto.
Appearances are certainly deceiving when it comes to Geto as it's pretty clear from the start he only tolerates all the hybrids and animals to appease Gojo's whimsy.
Geto Suguru is anything but a pet person.
Yet despite his indifference to pets, he finds himself rather enjoying your sweet lil presence. There’s something endearing about you, much like his equally needy and attention seeking husband. Besides, the two of you do well in keeping each other company so Geto can have a few fleeting moments of peace to himself.
And above all else?
Geto still is a man.
As such he is also not immune to your sugary demeanor nor the sensual appeal of your fluffy tail swishing behind your cute perky bottom that's always peaking out of something much too short or tight for you thanks to Gojo.
However, Geto has a certain couth about him that doesn’t bind him to chase after you—unlike Sukuna with his acute mating instinct or Gojo with his severely debased perversions.
As a result, it’s you dear Housecat!Reader, that seeks him out.
You solicit Geto’s indulgences only during the times of perfect chaos—when Gojo's clan responsibilities distract him and Sukuna, keeping track of only Gojo, thinks you are still asleep in your nest while he is out terrorizing the reserve.
So of course you’d paw at Geto’s door this time as well, not ever wanting to be alone.
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who doesn't acknowledge you at first when you pop your head into his office. With Gojo out of everyone's hair, Geto has a chance to catch up on all the extensive paperwork and licensing that comes with owning a nature reserve with both private and public donors. Not to mention any organizational delegation with keeping the mansion in one piece, fell to him.
The Gojo estate would swiftly spiral into shame as a crazy neighborhood hoarder house overrun with frivolously expensive junk and unkempt hybrids—who would all multiply carelessly and run amok—if it wasn't for Geto keeping things in check.
You don't know any of this of course—no room for boring procedures nor responsibilities with all the fluff and rainbows always dancing in your cute furry lil’ head.
However, you do know Geto is almost always busy and you really don't want to be a bother—but you can't help yourself this time!
You're really bored, plus you really do miss him~♡!
It’s been too long since you didn’t have either Sukuna or Gojo to keep you company.
Standing in the doorway, you fidget with your tail. You know, he knows you’re there but Geto doesn’t cater or baby you like Sukuna or Gojo. If you wanted his attention you had to go to him and ask for it nicely like a big girl kitty.
However, that doesn’t mean you can’t have a lil fun with it.
With a coy glint in your eye, you slink to the floor and begin a slow, teasing crawl towards Geto. On all fours, your short white slip pushes up past your bare hips, swaying as your fluffy tail swishes. Slipping beneath his broad cypress-wood desk, you settle at Geto’s feet. Your tail curls around his legs as you brush against him with soft affectionate purrs.
Geto only hums, not looking up from his papers but his skillful fingers don't need to. He knows the exact spot to scratch behind your ears that sends a jolt down of dopamine down your spine and has you purring even louder, tilted fully into his touch.
Yet with Suguru's main focus elsewhere you easily grow restless for more attention, nudging at his hand when his fingers slow to mere half-hearted pets that leave you yearning for more. It's not long after that you find yourself nosing your head between his robes. Your cheek smooshes innocently on his bulge as you gaze up with adoring, pleading eyes.
"Suguuuu... pet me more—jus' for a bit… Everyone else left me all alone n’ m’bored…pretty please~♡?"
Geto sighs, pushing up his reading glasses to massage the bridge of his nose as he knows he'll have to pay you a good deal of attention now so you'd let him be.
Reclining, elbow propped up on the leather chair, Geto rests his head in his hand. His focus is drawn down to the adorably pathetic way you've further attached yourself to his leg.
"Hmm, such a troublesome lil kitty..."
Geto closes his eyes, savoring the swampy heat of your pantyless cunt shamelessly sliding up and down his shin. You might be a ditzy little feline, but your seductive charms were unmatched between any hybrid or human he knew.
“...spoiled too. You only come to me now as a last resort. That hurts my feelings, you know…”
The dark look on Geto’s features now says he’s anything but wounded but you don’t care, nuzzling your face into his covered cock all the more, feeling it harden beneath you—you missed having his smell on you too.
You mewl, body already too sensitive from your lust feeling your sensitive clit scrape against his robes, fully humping his muscular leg.
Geto will let you work yourself up into a tizzy too, panting, you're cute lil tongue peeking between your fangs—using him to rut against until your pussy leaves a honeyed slime trail on his robes. The more sweet cream your cunny spills on him the more of an excuse he has to reprimand you later.
“Suguuu, m’sorry let me make it up to you, I promise I’ll drink up all your milk this time, kay?~♡”
Of course, Geto pretends like it’s a bother but he’s faintly smirking as he unties his robes. Someone had to be a responsible owner around here—and what kind of owner would he be to deny you nutrition?
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who finds that sweet spot behind your ears again as you suck down every inch of his long thick length down your throat. You can barely breathe but the sweet release of endorphins from his heavy hands caressing your soft fur, has your head swimming and trachea loosening to take him deeper.
The pleasant sensations of being pet by Geto are so heavenly you don’t even mind the contrast of him savagely fucking your throat like his personal fleshlight as you go completely slack in his hold—save for your hips still rocking, albeit lazily, against his drenched robes.
So debased and animalistic, it’s times like these Geto can see the appeal of hybrids, so willing to be diluted to the rawest form of pleasure.
“Good kitty, my sweet persian… opening up so wide for me, hm? Now if you swallow every drop, I’ll pet you just the way you like it…” Geto sucks in air through his teeth, his praises making your throat all the more complacent. “…as much as you can handle.”
Geto teeters on the brink, the wet chorus of your gulps, gurgles, and desperate groans around his cock shoves him straight over the edge—your hunger for his release feeding your own aching need leaking out of your core and soaking your thighs along with his robes. His growl rumbles low and feral as his fingers dig harder into the fur at your skull. The vigorous vibrations of your gags, paired with the sharp, euphoric sting of your fangs grazing his base, tear the last bits of restraint from him. With a deep shudder, Geto floods your throat, spraying your vocal cords white. Geto he keeps you pinned there, choking and swallowing until every drop of his viscous milk is gone, sinking heavily into your belly.
Once he finally calms enough to dislodge his hefty length from your throat, you’re left hiccoughing, dizzy—your lungs strain from finally being refilled with air after being forced to breathe nothing but cock for so long. You’re a mess—panting, throat fucked out, with remenants of his ‘milk’ seeping from the corners of your puffy lips—but you’re not done.
Cheek pressed against his bare thigh you look up at him with the cutest drooly lil pout. Your body trembles with want, your eyes begging for more as you languidly grab Geto’s length, giving it a few more firm pumps. You tongue wantonly at tiny droplets that dribble out like you still haven’t had enough of his milk yet after completely draining him dry. Hips jerking, Geto grits his teeth, cursing. He’s still too sensitive from just coming for more of your teasing.
“Yummy, oishii Suguuu~♡”
Smacking your lips ‘ahhhh’ you smile up at him with a giggle, making for sure to get ‘every last drop’ as you promised.
“Now, may I have my pets, pretty please~♡?”
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who has you laid over his lap, your soft stomach resting on his knees. Bare ass in air you shiver, exposed to the chill of the A/C. Pen in Geto's right hand, still filling out documents—all while his left is lodged three long fingers deep into your creamy core.
"You already have one foolishly doting owner—not to mention a psychotically possessive alpha as a mate—but that isn't nearly enough to sate the boredom of our greedy princess persian, now is it?"
You try to answer but you can't do anything but let your pussy do the talking for you. With your well-fucked throat out of commision, her squelches becoming louder than the wordless croaky moans that spill out of you.
Geto tuts at you, setting down his pen.
Your continued disobedience is now deserving of his full attention.
"Such a shame, this spoiled lil' pussy has no manners."
SMACK!
"First she ruins my robes with her sticky filth—"
SMACK!
"—now, she insists on answering for you, when it's not her turn to speak yet—"
SMACK!
"—you can't even get a word in, can you, princess?"
SMACK!
Your walls contract around his digits dragging along your insides, stirring up your guts and all thoughts in your head. Boredom is the last thing concerning you now with Suguru probing this deeply inside you, and raining delicious punishment on your bottom.
The way he pets you, igniting just the right toxic mixture of pleasure and pain leaves you reeling—Suguru always gives you the best pets.
"Although, I suppose your mouth has worked hard enough today and deserves a break...”
Babbling meows and whimpers, your ass jiggles from the feverish way you rock back on his fingers, wanting him to pet your insides even deeper until they feel like they might even breach your womb.
“Let’s see what this hole has to say then, hm little kitty?”
Geto doesn't hesitate to stick his thumb fully past the tight ring of muscle into your twitchy asshole. You're mewling out soft lil moans so nicely for him, as you pull desperately on his robes, claws extended.
You know he will punish you even harder if you rip them, but alas you can't control your body. Geto's fingers mold into your cunt like she was his fitted glove, keeping all of your lower holes entertained and plugged for hours if need be. Your pretty manicured claws rake down the fibers tearing into Geto’s robe, kneading biscuits into his thighs as his fingers liquify your doughy core.
Too much~too good! ♡
Geto easily pulls two toe curing orgasms out of you as you spray your fluids all down his forearm, sprinkling puddles onto the floor. Your body trembles with pleasure, the flimsy slip rucked high around your hips, its straps fall down your arms until the fabric hangs around your waist like a belt. Your tits spill free, heavy and aching, nipples hardened and swollen, smashed against hard thighs as you squirm restlessly in his lap.
Geto gives you a small recoverly, hurriedly swirling his fingers over your clit, thumb still lodged firmly in your ass, but you’re too worked up—you need more.
“Suguuu… m’more! A-Again!~♡”
What a greedy girl. Geto ascertains from your shameless begging even though he’s already made you cum twice.
You need patience and the discipline that neither Gojo nor Sukuna gives you.
Seemingly appeasing you Geto’s fingers suddenly piston into your sloppy cunt faster, your lewd squelching loudly echoing throughout the office and likely down the halls of the mansion by now.
Yet Geto pointedly denies you the one thing you’re aching for.
Every thrust of his digits skims just shy of your sweet spot, keeping you thrashing on his lap, grinding down harder, desperate to chase the angle he withholds. Your mewls climb higher, broken and desperate, tail lashing and swishing in frantic frustration—until it whips too sharply in your own pleasure, smacking across Geto’s face and nearly knocking his reading glasses askew.
Geto jaw tightens, irritation flashing across his features as he amps up his punishment.
With a growl Geto nips down hard on your tail, the sting is well timed with the brutal slam of his fingers ramming right into your achy spongy spot at long last.
"MMM—SUGUUUU NNNGH ♡~~!"
You gush once more on his thick fingers, the intense mix of pleasure and pain sizzling your nerves down to nothing. Geto doesn't stop though, he won't. Not until your legs become utter jello. Not until your entire body is a mess of slick, drool and goo.
You’re sure at one point you might have passed out, too much pleasure overloading your lil kitty brain, you’d die from this much. Willingly yourself to move you force your shaky useless limbs to work enough to slide completely off of him and onto the floor. Even the ‘thud’ as you hit the ground feels pleasurable as every nerve is still buzzing from Geto’s ‘pets’.
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who is very true to his word that he’d give you as many ‘pets’ as you could handle, he wouldn’t stop—as long as you remained in his lap his fingers would remain patrolling in your creamy cunt, on duty for as long as you needed to be ‘entertained’.
As a responsible hybrid owner Geto knows he has to sufficiently tire out a rowdy pet and he accomplishes this task well, quelling your hyperactive drive—for now.
Shaking his head, Geto tuts down at you, an utterly fucked-out pile of fur curling around his feet once again, a dazed content grin on your face this time.
“Tsk, tsk and here I thought you missed me…”
This was ultimately good though, he could finally get some more work done now.
“I-I doooo♡~”
You purr softly from the floor, so drowsy now from pleasure you could fall asleep right here.
Geto smirks, such a good persian you are—so willing to please.
“Then you aren’t quite done yet, princess. Time to clean up your mess.”
Caracal!Sukuna who knows something is a miss when he comes back in and the perfume of your decadent cunny is saturating the halls. You touching yourself while he wasn’t away, wasn’t to be unexpected (although he told you many times not to touch his pussy without his permission)—this much was unusual.
Easily overstimulated and your own stamina for work low, you’d easily be drifting off to sleep from a minor orgasms, this much though?
Sukuna tracks down your scent until he reaches Geto’s wing of the house, instantly seeing red.
This motherfucker.
Sukuna has to chain down the savage impulse that bubbles up to disfigure Geto’s face the moment he steps inside. Absolutely murderous at the sight of you, slack on your knees, body drooping limply against Geto’s leg like a spent lil’ toy. You’re half-asleep, dazed, yet still loyally obedient as you lap at your own creamy slick smeared along Geto’s fingers. Each digit disappears between your swollen lips, sucked down like his cock, tongue curling around the knuckles before you drag them free with a wet pop.
Geto doesn’t even spare a glance at Sukuna.
His gaze remains fixed on the stack of papers in his other hand, reviewing calmly, as if your ruined body worshiping him on the floor were nothing but background noise.
It makes Sukuna’s claws itch to carve the sly smirk off Geto’s face.
And yet—watching you so pliant, so fucked-out and messy, your mouth working like you were born to swallow—it makes his cock twitch with a hunger no amount of rage can burn away, which in turn makes Sukuna all the more frustrated.
Sukuna underestimated Geto, the stoic no-nonsense man that seemed to think everyone but Gojo was beneath him—that won’t happen again.
Locking eyes with Sukuna, Geto takes much pleasure in his furry, his lips spreading to a wide grin as his words hit like a dagger.
"It was up to me to play with the little kitty today, so I had tired her out myself—seeing as you cannot control your own mate's wild desires."
Caracal!Sukuna who hasn’t forgotten and openly hisses at his own words being thrown back at him, hell raging in him as his pupils dilate dangerously. Geto is unaffected though, going back to his work and requesting Sukuna to shut the door behind him when he leaves—to which Sukuna gives him the finger.
Sukuna swoops in, scooping you up with the same rough ease he always uses when prying you off Gojo—ready to sling you over his shoulder like a sack. But he halts mid-motion, grip shifting as the sudden jolt has you hiccoughing roughly.
For a beat, he cradles you awkwardly in his arms, almost princess-style.
“Oh, and you might want to get her some tea. Her throat’s especially tired,” Geto drawls without looking up.
Sukuna doesn’t answer—only snarls out damnation under his breath.
Unfortunately for Sukuna, you love your owners and your cushy pampered lifestyle so mauling them bloody and kidnapping you to escape to the actual wilderness with him was simply out of the question.
Sukuna knows this well by now.
Yet the fact still remains Sukuna frankly needs to instill some basic fitness and outdoor survival skills into your floofly lil head so you could at least somewhat keep up with him on his runs in the forest. Now that he knows he cannot leave you alone for a single second indoors.
Perhaps he could teach you how to climb a tree and stay there for a while so he could watch you while he preys on the other hybrids?
Easier said than done though.
Training you would take time and as spoiled as you are, you definitely will be resistant to any bit of cold, dirt or excretion that comes with being outside.
Sukuna laments that his muscles will likely grow weak and atrophy—unless he could find a way to break you from your posh 24/7 sedentary lifestyle.
Caracal!Sukuna surely has his work cut out for him turning you, Housecat!Reader into an ‘outdoor kitty’ if he wants to keep you away from Exotic Pet Owners!Satosugu's —especially with your next heat just around the corner.
ᨐฅ: tysm for reading! there is a p4 planned where reader goes into a full heat and is just caracal!sukuna x housecat!reader, he finally gonna breed a l. buuuuut i have to focus on kinktober now, so will pick this back up sometime afterwards!
please reblog or comment, love to hear your thoughts~♡
omg did you hear about the megan and klay thompson thing???
i DID and im big mad 🧌 that ugly troll istg u literally have megan the fucking STALLION and you still cheat??? like are u insecure too big of an ego or what???
how can u cheat on that woman??? shes kind pretty talented sexy hot rich everything you need in a woman and you just… cheat? wallahi we need to kill men yall
pairing: wolf hybrid denki kaminari x chubby cow hybrid reader
summary: denki kills and eats hybrids, you're his newest target... at least his target at the beginning...
word count: 3.8k words
a/n: this is actually quite messed up but i really like it, i've been writing this for ages!! i hope you like it !! please check the warnings before reading !!
content warnings: prey/predator, dubcon, smut, unprotected sex, knotting, yandere denki, stalking, manipulation, mentions of denki killing and eating people, blood (not descriptive), pet names, kidnapping (but lowkey willingly), reader is turned on by the thrill & danger, praise, degradation - mdni / 18+
cow hybrid reader and wolf hybrid denki!!! he's an actual predator and god you look so tasty. typically he goes for bunnies but you look irresistible. his yellow fluffy ears paired with a sleek tail that matches, along with a black tip end, resting against the side of his leg and a glint of a sharp tooth as he smirks disarming people who should be on high alert around him. slanted, hooded, golden eyes that scream impure desire. he's charming and friendly. just because he's a wolf hybrid it doesn't mean he's dangerous... he wouldn't hurt a fly... that's the last thought that runs through the bunnies heads who become his latest meal think at least.
denki drools when he spots you for the first time, he's seen cow hybrids before but none as beautiful and appealing as you. you're so soft and plump, dark patches litter your skin and your ears droop down the side of your face, two small horns at the top of your head just poking out of your hair too little to do any actual damage. always wearing short denim shorts and skirts with room for your small tail. overalls, dungarees and skin fitting button up shirts that leave little to the imagination. it's mouthwatering as he watches you bend down and tend to your vegetable patch. often twiddling your fingers whenever he spots you, he's been following you for days to know about it and he wonders if you can sense when he's watching you. he doesn't wait this long with other hybrids but he wants to watch you longer. he doesn't know why. he finds you fascinating.
one afternoon your hare hybrid friend visits your cottage in the middle of the forest. "i'm just saying you need to be careful all alone out here. hybrids have been going missing lately in the woods. no one has heard from alice in weeks and she lives closer to you than anyone else does."
your friend peers at you while you look away, instead focusing on your wooden table separating you two. you're not ready to look in his eyes yet, you know the concern will be evident. you glance at your lilies in a vase that are starting to wilt and your blue ceramic teapot with a homemade tea cosy covering the middle section that alice made you last christmas.
he frowns and crosses his arms, you can practically feel his annoyance and displeasure of you avoiding replying.
you take a sip of tea and finally fully digest the information, making eye contact with him. "i appreciate you looking out for me but i like it here. i don't want to move into town."
"move in with me then. i'm on just the outskirts. please, i don't want anything to happen to you." he tries to convince you but you don't budge.
"i'll be even more careful, i promise. i'll always double check the doors are locked and never go out after dark." you shut down the conversation and move on to how your sunflowers are growing quicker than normal this year. you don't want to move, you love your cottage, 'alice has probably just gone to see her family and forgot to tell everybody.'
denki watched as you bid your friend goodbye and he did not like the way you wrapped your arms around him on the doorstep, his taller body engulfing yours and he tells you to promise him you'll be safe. denki hated it. you're his prey, no one else is allowed to touch you.
alice isn't the only one that goes missing, hare doesn't taste nice. no one is allowed to touch you. his pretty heifer.
you unknowingly had denki's rapt attention, so much so that he ended up spraining his ankle on a tree trunk while observing you from the tree line. at that point he decided this little waiting game of his was done, he wanted to get it over with, now annoyed, you're not fast enough to run away from him even with his dodgy ankle and not fast enough to give him an exciting chase so he wants you gone. he does want to hear your voice close up and get you to trust him though, that's always his favourite part (even more than chasing). luring someone in the open, close enough for him to pounce.
today you ventured further in the forest than normal looking for berries to collect for the pie you're planning to make clutching a woven wicker basket tightly so you don't drop any berries, wanting to make it back home before dark just like you promised to your friend. also wanting to be home soon to start making your pie. you're planning to have an early night, you didn't get much sleep last night you swore you heard something outside but chalked it up to the wind playing tricks on you but the doubt still lingered, walking downstairs wrapped in a blanket as you triple checked you locked the doors.
even with a sprained ankle denki was still able to sneak up behind on you and surprise you, wolves aren't labelled as predators for nothing and he hasn't been following you for weeks without your awareness because of luck. "hey sweetheart," he's leaning against a tree bark and looking you up and down hungrily.
you jolt at the sudden voice and yelp turning around to look at him, startled at the handsome hybrid. you're no idiot though, you back away slowly, not taking your eyes of him. warnings from your friend blaring and running through your head. cautionary tales from neighbouring kids as children. your mother drilling into your head at a young age not to trust strangers, not to trust predators no matter how pleasant they seem. she told you stories about how many people still dehumanise hybrids, ostracising them from society. how it's rare to see none hybrids living in hybrid settlements but it still happens, love still happens, love conquers all. but predators... stay away from them. they will do anything in their power to get you alone and make you disappear. there is no such thing as love or friendship or kindness that a predator can feel towards prey, no wolf will love a bunny, no bear will befriend a cow.
"i-is there a problem sir?" you keep backing up, your back hitting the tree. you're cornered. he's faster than you and you know it, wolves are known for being good runners and you are notoriously known as a bad runner from anyone that knows you. you're not going to end up like one of those missing hybrids though, you'll find a way out of this, you're close to your house and you know not to trust a wolf. you're not going to be deceived...
"'sir'? i like that." he smirks and your face heats up. you're not going to be deceived...
"if you'll excuse me i have somewhere to be, someone is waiting for me." you try to keep your voice level and move around him.
denki slams his hand against the tree you're currently backed up against and growls, "don't think so babe," your eyes widen and he leans downs to breathe low in your ear, "why don't you talk to me instead. i get lonely and you're so pretty. i'll be better company than who ever you were planning to see." a shiver runs down your spine and before you can say anything else he crowds your space even more and presses his finger against your lips to stop you from talking again. with his other hand he's lifting your top up and stroking your waist gently.
you should resist. you should run. you don't move.
the voices of reason from your loved ones fade away as his words make you feel wanted and the way he's touching you makes you feel desired. instincts screaming at you, 'he's a wolf! this is a trap!' you ignore it. his hands on you just feel too good. you've never heard of wolves liking cows before, maybe he is just lonely because people don't trust him just because he's a wolf hybrid. you know what that's like, people assume things of you just because you're a cow hybrid.
denki smirks as he takes in your reaction, your shoulders slack and your body relaxes, 'adorable.'
you won't fight him now, you're going to be delicious.
denki digs both his hands on either side of your wide hips, keeping you in place, he doesn't want you to move and try to wriggle away. he breaths in deeply as the scent of your blood permeates the air from the way his sharp fingers from his paws are pressing into you.
you're physically frozen apart from a small quiver. a million thoughts flash through your head, 'this was always his plan, i'm going to die here.' he ignores your tremble and goes to bite you neck, tearing your jugular and killing you. his teeth grazes your skin and you unknowing gasp loudly making denki immediately freeze in his tracks because with that gasp comes a spike of a new smell and it's triggering his dick to harden.
his grip on you gets tighter and you whimper. he raises his head from your neck to look you in eyes in disbelief, "are you really turned on right now?" your mouth opens and closes, no words coming out. he swallows and his disbelief grows at your lack of a rebuttal or any answer, "i'm planning to kill you, you know?" everything is the silent and denki can hear your heartbeat loudly in your chest. "are all cows this fucking stupid?" more silence. denki lifts his head up to look at the sky and grits his teeth inhaling deeply before looking back at you. "jesus you smell so good."
he presses his leg in between your chunky thighs and you whine at the contact. denki groans and his eyes darken even more than they were. if any of his friends saw him right now they would be grossed out, it's not normal to want to fuck someone you're planning on eating. bakugou would tell him he's messed up in the head. maybe he's just horny in general, he wonders if sero is still single, sex with him is always so mindblowing. the thought of that makes him growl again...he doesn't want sero, he wants you, he needs you.
your eyes are cloudy and your blood is starting to drip down staining your skirt. denki glances at you and sees a dazed look on your face, "fuck it," he murmurs under his breath and rips off your underwear, disregarding your shocked shriek. he takes what he wants and he wants you.
he hurriedly unbuckles his belt and shoves down his jeans, pooling down at his ankles.
denki wastes no time slamming his cock into you and starts thrusting at a brutal pace. "feel so amazing, such a pretty little cow." tears run down your face as soon as he stretches you, it's painful and you've never taken someone as big as him before especially when no foreplay has happened. "too many clothes," he mumbles again and tears off your shirt, pulling your bra down and grabbing your breasts harshly, groping to his hearts content, occasionally pinching and flicking your nipples causing you to wince. your pussy warm and getting wetter, sucking him in every time he goes to pull out causing him to growl deeply. your moans get louder and the pain dulls into intense pleasure. little moos escape your mouth and it makes denki go even more feral, wanting you to keep making those sweet noises.
this whole time you haven't been speaking, you don't want to speak, you don't want to think about what will happen after this and after you had gotten used to the pace you stopped making any noises apart from a hushed sob or two. eventually one particular thrust leaves you squealing loudly mixed in with a loud moo. your head feels fuzzy, like its full of cotton wool and you're pressing your body closer to him and trying to match his pace he doesn't stop you, enjoying your neediness for him. "wan' more. need more. want you s'bad," slurring your words and hiccuping. denki is stunned by your attitude, this whole time you've been surprising him. picking up your plush thigh he wraps it around him higher and starts pushing into you harder. you scream loudly and try to hold onto his arms, losing your grasp as your body bounces on his cock. "lemme come," you beg.
"awe, you wanna come," denki teases you snickering, "think you deserve it?"
you nod your head frantically. "yeah, yeah, 'm good and pretty, jus' like you said."
he hums like he's actually considering it before answering "i never said you're good. i said you feel good. i might let you come later."
you start blabbering, fat tears streaming down your face as you beg and plead but he just smirks with a gleam in his eye. "i'll think about letting you come if you take my knot like a good girl." his pace becomes even harder than before and you feel something forming, it's enlarged, swollen, bulbous, that's getting bigger continuously smacking against you but not going in.
"knot?" you tilt your head confused. if your head was more clear you'd have an idea what it was, sometimes when you go into town you hear people talking and once you had heard about knots in passing.
"are you serious, are all cows this dumb?" he teases you and cackles.
pouting, you deny his accusation, "'m dumb, just don' know."
denki quirked an eyebrow, looking amused, "oh, when did you become so vocal?" he says playfully. "you'll find out what a knot is in a minute sweetheart."
wanting desperately to come you nod your head while your moans and ah's increase. "ssshit, gonna give it to you pretty girl," he groans and pushes his fat knot, ropes of cum spilling into and stuffing you full. a silent scream escapes your mouth and you lean against denki's lithe chest, a little moo comes out and you shake.
he growls at you telling you not to move after you start shifting and wriggling, unable to pull away from him and his knot. it's hard for you to keep still, you thought it was painful before but the larger stretch makes you feel like you're being torn apart.
as you lean against denki and pant heavily a light blush forms on his cheeks. in the back of his mind he's thinking about how he wants to wrap his arms and never let you go. he's brought back to reality as he hears your sobs and his eyebrows furrow. it shouldn't matter to him in the slightest that you're in pain, it's his plan that in the next hour you won't be breathing but he doesn't like it...
"want me to make you come now sweetheart?" he soothingly asks you. in between sobs and small cries you tell him you want to come and he lets you. "you've such a good girl. you've been such a good cow. so obedient. cute little heifers get to come."
being plugged full of his cum and his cock still hard and throbbing in you, he grabs hold of your pillowy thighs and spreads them further apart, lifting one up to perch it around his slim waist after slipping down his leg previously from hard thrusts shaking your body. his other hand going down, unknowingly he retracts his sharp nails to make sure he doesn't hurt you at all, and presses against your clit, making figures of eight, at the same time grinding into you and gyrating his hips.
denki can't stop his groans as he feels you clenching around him. he speeds up, wanting to feel you come around him and his knot.
you arch your back and your eyesight goes starry, you moan as you climax and denki helps you ride out your orgasm. denki groans again feeling you come undone. cunt now puffy and swollen. the pain begins to dull after such an intense orgasm but you still clutch onto denki's top tightly. he sees that you're still in pain and frowns, caressing your soft skin in a second attempt to calm you down and relax you.
there's so many thoughts running through his head right now as he holds you, thinking about how beautiful you are and how you make his heart skip a beat. he thinks about your cute patchy skin and supple body that feels so heavenly. thinking about the judgemental comments from people if they saw what just happened, and people could, neither of you tried to muffle your voices and you're out in the open. thinks about if he's starting to change his mind about you... thinking about what he was planning... it would be a waste of a couple weeks of watching you but he's thinking about how if anything did happen to you he'd be gutted. he thinks about how if he saw another hybrid try to hurt you he'd be furious. he'd make them pay. he would want to protect you, keep you safe. make sure you're his... 'safe? mine? what am i going on about. i don't think i'll go into the forest again for awhile... i'll stick with bunnies from now on...'
he's jolted from his thoughts as you copy him, tenderly tracing circles along his hip. denki intakes air as he feels the tender touch, almost lovingly, it nearly makes him cry with how you're touching him. your mind is completely blank and your face displaying bliss from the aftermath of sex. you're so pliant right now, he could just take you, no one would notice, you'd just be another hybrid that's gone missing in the woods. you wouldn't even fight him.
denki starts talking quietly, making it very clear what he says is for your ears only which makes it all the more sweeter and he tells you that you're beautiful and asks about the berries you were carrying and which berry is your favourite. he whispers to you about how he sprained his ankle earlier and little stories and anecdotes stuff like how he was once electrocuted when he was a toddler holding an umbrella in a thunder storm and how he lived surrounded by non-hybrids a lot of his life but he's still wary of how they might have turned on him at the drop of a hat, he carries that anxiety with him even now, hidden but still there. he lived there before he found his safe haven, his friends he met, hybrids like him, he called them like-minded and you weren't really sure what he was referring to.
you hum listening to his stories and press your body against his even more due to getting cold from the lack of clothes you were wearing and the sun that's staring to go down.
after a while of more of his stories you ask, "can we kiss?"
"huh?"
"we haven't kissed this whole time and i think we should."
he bursts out laughing and accuses you for only wanting to kiss him because of his teeth which you vehemently deny causing him to laugh more. "alright sweetheart, i'll give you what you want." tilting your head up he kisses you delicately before evolving into something more hungry, his tail swishing softly and languidly behind him as he licks into your mouth, tongues intertwining, and teasingly trails your bottom lip with his teeth.
his knot begins to soften and he knows soon he'll have to pull out. he holds onto you tighter not wanting to let you go and that's when he's made up his mind. he's not going to let you go. you have no choice.
you whine and he hisses under his breath as he takes his cock out and watches his cum drip down your thighs, wanting to get you both home as quick as possible so he can go down on you and feast on your combined taste. denki holds onto your waist to keep you from falling over, your knees wobbly from standing in that position for so long. "i've decided what i'm going to do with you." you gulp and try to stay calm, at least you've had great sex before dying. "i'm keeping you." he grins at you.
"w-wait what?" you ask confused.
"i thought i was gonna to eat you." he explains and you nod your head gathering that was your demise. "but now i want you as my cute little girlfriend."
you're stunned, genuinely speechless. "i have questions... can i ask questions?" you request timidly.
'cute,' denki thinks before smirking and teases you replying, "maybe later, first lets get home."
you aren't refusing to leave with him, it's not even because you're worried it's your only option, it's that you want to leave with him. you know how wrong that is, on multiple levels, but somehow you want to trust him and put your faith in him. you want to think he sees you differently than before or differently to others. you see him differently too, not just during sex but afterwards too, all those words exchanged and chaste touches, you want more. it's wrong... but that doesn't mean you don't go willingly with him.
if you knew what denki did to your friends you wouldn't be compliant. if you knew the extent of what he's done you'd prefer to die and be with your friends but denki will make sure you never find out, he'll never let you out of his sight.
denki licks his lips and you panic worried that even this last minute was a ploy to get you to completely let down your guard but he stares at your bare chest. before you can have a reaction to his stare he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, fixing the rest of your clothes the best he can, his hands hovering in between your breasts. "don't want anyone looking at what's mine."
he holds onto your hand and walks in front of you in the direction of his house. "i'm kaminari by the way. you can call me denki. you can also stick with 'sir' if you want." he smirks and turns to look at you causing your eyes to widen as he mentions the use of sir. "this entire time i never told you my name sweetheart, i can't believe i didn't tell you or you ask about it."
"that never crossed my mind, i was more concerned about being eaten." you say seriously and denki chuckles.
"understandable sweetheart. i told you mine so it's your turn. what's my pretty girlfriend called?"
╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.
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╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?
Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.
But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.
And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.
“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.
Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition. 
Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.
slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.
“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”
taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.
the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.
you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.
“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.
“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.
“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.
“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.
Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.
Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.
A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.
you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.
“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.
“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”
signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.
“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.
“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.
“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.
you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.
“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.
“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…
“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.
He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.
“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.
His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.
until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.
“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.
“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.
Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.
you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.
Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.
your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.
you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.
“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.
you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.
“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.
“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.
That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.
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