It an Unhealthy Relationship

This Is What You Came For

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Housecat Hospitality.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo Satoru x Reader (JJK).

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Word Count: 3.5k.

TW: Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Hybrid AU, AFAB!Reader, Snow Leopard!Gojo, Puppy!Reader, Oral Sex (F. Receiving), Rough Sex, Heat Cycles, Verbal Degradation, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Reader Is Very Oblivious, and Manipulation.

[Part One] [Part Two]

Because the world was unfair, Satoru got blamed for the picture incident. As if you weren’t the one hogging center-frame.

Suguru pulled out the crate as soon as he got home. It was less of a punishment and more his way of saying ‘I don’t want to deal with you right now’, which to Satoru was the cruelest punishment of all. Yowling and screeching, he was forced inside and left to rot while you got special treatment — a warm bath, a long walk, and a lecture not to put strange things in your mouth again. If Suguru disciplined you at all, Satoru’s keen ears didn’t catch it. That was just like Suguru. Pamper his dumb, slobbering mutt while neglecting the prime example of an endangered species that lived under the very same roof.

Still, time-out on is own, he could tolerate. The fact that his punishment meant Suguru was withholding food until the next morning was less easily dealt with. He was an apex predator. He needed raw meat, a lot of it, and as often as he could shovel it into his mouth. More damningly, he was a spoiled housecat. Skipping a meal wasn’t an inconvenience — it was torture. By that evening, he was grumbling. By sunset, he was sharpening his claws on the aluminum bars. By midnight, he was curled into a ball, snarling at every shadow that flickered across the empty room and whipping his tail against the floor. Not that it mattered. He could growl and scream all night if he wanted to. Suguru was too stubborn to fall for something like that. He couldn’t be coming to check on Satoru until tomorrow morn—

His rounded ears perked up as the bedroom door opened, soft footsteps scampering through the hallway and into the kitchen. He heard the plastic clacking of someone rummaging through the fridge, the metallic chafe of a knife cutting on marble. Eventually, your feet came into view, dragging anxiously. There was something wet and red in your left hand.

You crouched in front of his crate and held out your offering — a slice of raw meat about the size of your palm, the edges ragged where someone had hacked it away from a larger chunk. Glaring at you, he snatched the cut away and sank his fangs in. You watched him eat in silence, those big empty eyes of yours glossy with curiosity. When he was done, you asked, “What is it?”

“Dog,” he snarled. It was an obvious lie, not even really a clever one. Boar or rabbit would’ve been more realistic. Satoru couldn’t tell. He’d never had an overly discerning palate. Preference was counterintuitive to survival. Hunger was hunger. Meat was meat.

He expected you to flinch back. Bare your teeth at him, even. Instead, you just blinked and continued you stare blankly.

Satoru’s frown deepened. “You do know you’re a dog, right?”

“Mhm.”

“A common breed, at that. Easily replaceable.”

“Yeah! I think you’ve mentioned that, before.”

Satoru groaned. Even you couldn’t be this stupid. “It’s like you want to end up on somebody’s plate.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind. Not if it’s yours.” Your ugly tail was starting to wag. “As long as I’m helping.”

“You really don’t know what that word means, do you?”

Even in the dark, that idiotic smile of yours was brighter than the sun. “Of course. It means I’m helping you.”

If Satoru hadn’t been such a well-behaved, beautiful, noble creature, he would’ve reached through the bars of his crate to throttle you.

“Go back to bed, puppy.”

“Okay!” Your blunt claws scratched against the floor as you scrambled to your feet. You started towards the bedroom, but paused, glancing over your shoulder and letting your tail droop. “But, you’ll be alone.”

And it would still be better than spending another minute with you. “I’ll be fine.”

You pouted. He curled up and clenched his eyes shut as you scampered off toward the bedroom, only to circle back a few seconds later, rest something against his crate, and retreat without another word. He only dared to check once he knew you were gone, not wanting to deal with your stupidity first-hand again so soon.

You’d left him one of your stuffed animals. Suguru had bought you a legion of them when he first brought you home, and the handful Satoru hadn’t desecrated beyond repair were now your most prized possessions. You’d left him one of your favorites — a little white cat, all neatly combed fur and gigantic blue eyes.

Something turned over in Satoru’s stomach. Carefully, with gentle hands, he pulled the stuffed into his crate, dragged a nail down the length of its stomach, and spent the rest of the night tearing it to shreds.

~

You’d been a nuisance before. After that night, you became unbearable.

No matter how hard he tried to pretend that you simply didn’t exist, he couldn’t seem to stop noticing you. The way your body curled into the smallest possible ball as you napped in the backyard on sunny days. How your tail would beat against the floor whenever someone spoke after a long silence. The tasks you left half-finished because, no matter what you were doing or how much time it had taken, you’d forget about it entirely if he or Suguru called your name at any point. It was frustrating. Worse — it was smothering. He’d always thought of you as annoying, but ignorable, on par with a tacky rug or broken lamp. Now, you were more like a housefly. Always flitting about in his peripheral but never close enough to swat.

And you were gloating, too. Inescapably. All the time. Grinning like an idiot and stepping on his heels as you asked if there was anything you could help with, anything he needed. You even started sleeping on the foot of Suguru’s bed, which was obviously Satoru’s spot. He had his own room and hammock, sure, and he wouldn’t be caught dead putting himself below a human, but still. You should’ve known. You should’ve stayed away.

Or, at least, pretended to be sorry when he slipped into Suguru’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning and caught you red-handed. You weren’t smart enough to grovel, though. You weren’t even smart enough to wake up. It took long, groggy seconds before your nose began to twitch, your eyes flashing open a second later. You tensed then, recognizing the shape looming over you, relaxed. After wasting more of his time to yawn and stretch, you smiled up at him.

“Do you need help with something, ‘toru?”

You made no effort to keep your voice down. His gaze shifted to Suguru — still sound asleep on the other side of the mattress. He’s been away for longer than usual, that day, and he’d come back with bruises over his knuckles and bandages on his chest. Something about an escapee at the research facility — Satoru wasn’t sure. But he’d seen Suguru come home like that before. He wouldn’t budge up until sunrise, if even then. No amount of noise could possibly wake him up.

But you didn’t know that.

Satoru nodded. “We have to be quiet, though. Really quiet.”

He’d never seen your brainless eyes so wide. “I can do that.”

“You have to promise, puppy.”

You rolled onto your chest, clambering toward the side of the bed. “I—” Already too pitchy, already too loud. Satoru cringed, and you fell into a harsh whisper. “I promise.”

And yet, you yelped as he grabbed your waist. It would be pointless to try and explain what he wanted when the only words that made it through your thick canine skull were ‘sit’, ‘stay’, and ‘roll over’. It was easier just to pull and jerk you into position — your lower body hanging off the edge of the mattress while your hands grabbed at Suguru’s sheets. For a predator species, you had terrible reflexes. It took you long, clumsy seconds for you to get your feet on the ground and even longer before you thought to look at him, more confused than alarmed. Again, Satoru opted not to waste his breath. You’d get it soon enough.

Or you wouldn’t. Satoru could’ve purred at the thought alone.

You didn’t wear much to bed. One of Suguru’s t-shirts, but nothing else, nothing close to the silk sets Satoru needed to keep his fur unmatted. The flimsy material rose up as you squirmed, leaving your ass and cunt exposed. You made no attempt to cover yourself. Whether your last owner had been less strict about human modesty practices or you were just genuinely that oblivious, Satoru couldn’t tell. By way of punishment, he dug his fangs into the curve of your ass, his ears perking up to better catch the pitchy bark you only halfway choked down in response. Your hands darted to your face, covering your mouth. Good. You were finally catching on.

He edged your thighs apart with his shoulders, settling between your legs. Admittedly, he didn’t have much experience with other hybrids save for the videos he caught Suguru watching every now and then, but he was a smart cat, and the details weren’t that hard to figure out. You were already wet — your cunt slick and glistening in the bedroom’s dim light. Experimentally, Satoru ran his tongue over the length of your cunt, his rough bristles catching on the sensitive skin. You let out another strangled noise, something between a groan and a whimper, before whining. “Wait, I— That feels—”

“Quiet,” he hissed, the command forced out between pointed fangs. “Or are you just too stupid to keep your mouth shut?”

He felt you stiffen above him, then shift. When you spoke, your voice was muted, barely above a whisper. If he hadn’t known better, he might’ve thought you sounded a little upset. “Right, ‘toru. I’m sorry.”

Satisfaction coursed through him, as warm as sunlight on concrete. Maybe you were good for something, after all.

He couldn’t afford to waste more time on your impromptu training. He settled back into place, shutting his eyes and letting instinct take over. The flat of his tongue fit perfectly over your pussy, never leaving more than an inch of you exposed at a time. You wriggled, and when that didn’t help, buried your face in a pile of bedsheets and moaned. Suguru never so much as stirred.

He couldn’t get to enough of you, like this. Curling his hands around your thighs, he dragged you back, creating more room between you and the edge of the mattress — room that he was quick to fill. You were starting to drip, now, and Satoru lapped up your arousal before a drop could go to waste. You tasted sweet. Not saccharine or sugary, but sweet. Like fresh cream or raw honey. Like uncooked meat.

Hungrily, he pushed deeper, letting the curled tip of his tongue slip inside of you. Your body twitched underneath him, but that didn’t matter, you weren’t strong enough for it to matter. Holding you down was child’s play, but as always, you failed to acknowledge the prowess of your betters. Your smaller body continued to buck and writhe while he curled and flexed his tongue inside of you, his broadened feline nose grinding against your clit all the while. You were getting loud again, but for whatever reason, he found it hard to be annoyed by your little pained noises. Probably because it was the closest thing to an intelligent sound you would ever make.

It happened too quickly to savor. Your thighs shuddered around his head, your cunt clenching around him, and then, you were cumming on his tongue. It was humiliating and hot and twitchy, and he drank it down without stopping to think. When the aftershocks waned, you slumped into the bed, exhausted when all you’d done was lie there and take what he was kind enough to give you. He should’ve expected as much, really. You’d always been an ungrateful mutt.

Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he pushed himself to his feet. You raised your head, tracking him as he silently padded across the room. The last thing he saw before he closed the door was your wide, glassy eyes, unblinking and unfalteringly trained on him.

~

You didn’t leave the bedroom the next day, or the day after that. Satoru lounged outside your door as Suguru came and went, looking paler and more strung-out than usual, toting medication or blankets or water bottles by the armfuls. The door was kept shut, but even from the corridor, he could smell you. Not that dirty, muggy, wet-dog smell no amount of Suguru’s expensive hair products could wash away, but the other one. Raw meat, sweet and fresh and bloody.

On the third day of your quarantine, Suguru had to go out. “Work emergency,” he explained, as he pulled on his shoes. A plain folder was tucked under his arm, and he’d been scowling for the past fifteen minutes. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

Satoru watched from the other side of the corridor. His tail thrashed to either side, sweeping over the floor. “And the dog?”

“(Y/n)?” Suguru grimaced. “I’ll handle it when I get back.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them. He crouched, balancing on the balls of his feet and resting his cheek against Suguru’s inner thigh. “I can help.”

A calloused hand landed on top of his head. Satoru began to lean into it, but fingertips quickly knotted themselves in his hair and dragged him away by force. “I’ll handle it when I get back,” he repeated, his voice as dense and as heavy as lead. “Behave yourself.”

Satoru huffed, rolling his eyes. Suguru left without another word and for once, Satoru wasn’t sad to see him go.

The bedroom door was locked. Amateur mistake. Closed doors only made cats more curious. Satoru used one of his claws to unhook the fastener and let himself in. Your scent had been strong, at a distance. Inside, it was suffocating. The air seemed thick with it, as hot and as humid as the flesh of a fresh kill. Satoru closed his eyes, breathing it in. Maybe, if you were always so appealing, he could forget how much he hated you.

You were a wreck. Curled up on the center of the bed, your knees pulled up against your chest and your tail tucked between your legs. You’d piled sheets and blankets around yourself, walling yourself in to a miserable little den. You were still wearing Suguru’s shirt, but just barely, the thin material bunched up above the curve of your chest. There was something inside of you, too — bright pink and bulbed where it pressed against your cunt. A toy, molded in the shape of a knotted cock.

Immediately, Satoru’s smile fell away. As if you needed something like that when you had him.

You barely acknowledged him. There was a slight lift of your head as he climbed onto the mattress, a low whimper as he trampled over your makeshift barriers, but that was all. You only looked at him once he was on top of you — his larger form bent over yours. Your face was flushed, your hair plastered down with sweat. You blinked lazily at him, your usual intensity dulled into something soft and liquid. Your entire body radiated warmth, so strong he could feel it from inches away.

You were in heat.

Perfect.

“Wake up, puppy.” You eyes were already open, but he slapped your cheek softly for good measure. “I need your help.”

“‘toru?” Airy and uncertain, as if you didn’t recognize him. As if anyone else would bother to check on you. “I can’t really— I’m in a lot of—”

“Then you’re useless.” You shrank that much smaller. Satoru took you by the shoulder, pawing you onto your back. “Fine. When Suguru comes home, I can tell him that you don’t want to do your job, anymore. That you’d rather just lie around and whine. That you’d rather be in the pound.”

“No!” You clenched your eyes shut, features scrunching. “Please, please don’t. I can— I’ll do anything you want. Just— Anything but that.”

His hand fell to your knee. “Spread your legs.”

Despite your begging, you were reluctant. “It hurts, ‘toru.”

“Do you want me to make it hurt more?”

Your ears flattened against your head. He could see the corner of your lips begin to curl back, the thinnest sliver of pointed teeth, but it was gone just as soon as it’d appeared. Obediently, you held still while he pried your thighs apart, pushing until your knees were flat against the bed. That ugly thing was still inside of you. He tore it out as quickly as he could, your hips chasing the toy despite your pained mewls. As if you needed it. As if it did anything for you that he couldn’t do better.

With it gone, your pussy clenched around nothing. You were dripping wet, literally. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you. Satoru lapped as much as he could up before letting his mouth drift north — to your navel, then your neck. He could feel your pulse beating under your skin, as fast and as frantic as any prey animal. You were scared of him.

His cock twitched. He wasn’t going to last much longer, at this rate.

Pulling away, he forced himself to focus on your cunt. His cock was hard to the touch, the slanted head already beginning to leak. He wasted time he didn’t have lining himself up, giving you a chance to crane your neck and squeak, recoiling hastily. Satoru laughed.

“You’ve never mated with a cat, have you?”

A beat of hesitation, then a quick shake of your head. Of course not. He’d be surprised if you even knew the meaning of the word.

Most cat-hybrids had some kind of barb, larger species included. You wouldn’t have noticed them last time you saw his cock, too focused on choking him down to wonder what was pricking the inside of your mouth. They weren’t meant to cause pain. Most female cat-hybrids had a way to deal with the discomfort, but you weren’t a cat-hybrid.

And judging by the look on your face, you’d realized that too.

He pushed into you before you without warning, without giving you a chance to pull away. The sound you made was pitiful — so pitchy and so heartbreaking and so, so good. He pulled back just as harshly, pounding into you again, and again, and again, a pathetic little sound meeting every thrust. Your body writhed and twisted beneath his, more snared rabbit than cornered dog. He could feel your claws on his back, scratching away at his skin, make out the bulge of his cock through your lower stomach. He ground his hips into yours and you arched against him, your open mouth finding the side of his throat. It took long, clumsy seconds for your dull teeth to break his skin. If he hadn’t known better, he might’ve thought you were actually trying to hurt him.

It was a testament to Satoru’s feline superiority that he didn’t cum on the spot. Rather, he savored the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and fucked you that much harder, giving into the needy, instinctual part of himself that howled for something to claim, something to have. Because that’s what you were, weren’t you? Suguru had gotten you for him. You were in a comfortable bed instead of a concrete cell because of him. You were pampered and coddled and loved because he needed you. You were his. You were—

His conscious thoughts broke off into a euphorically empty void. His hands caught underneath your knees, shoving your legs up until they pressed into your chest. Your body folded perfectly underneath him, your mouth finally unlatching in favor of moaning, whining, screaming — every sound you were capable of making melding together in Satoru’s sensitive ears to form one prolonged declaration of gratitude. Your pussy clenched around him, and he buried himself that much deeper inside of you. Warmth flooded through him and filled you to bursting, the excess forming a white ring around the base of his cock. He couldn’t be mad. The only thing you’d ever done right was take what he had to give you.

When it was over, he didn’t move. He stayed here, prone on top of you, watching his cum leak out of your ungrateful body. When he could stand to look away, he found your wide eyes boring into him, glossy with tears and all-but vacant. Your heat had broken, leaving behind only raw hurt in its place.

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, puppy,” he laughed, licking a stripe up your cheek. For the first time, you grimaced, melting away from him. Not that it mattered.

It wasn’t as if he was ever going to let you go again.

“How could I ever hate my adorable mate?”

[siswritesyanderes]

Hey, do you still write for FNAF? I apologize if you don't anymore but I was rereading your past work on it and an idea popped in my head that I thought I would just throw out there. Basically it's the Daycare attendant with a reader who was a murdered child who haunting one of the animatronics? Basically just the idea that Sun/Moon would be trying to force the reader (and trying) to give them their stolen childhood back, and reader is just trying to stop Vanessa/ peepaw Willie from murdering more kiddos.

You're legitimately one of my favorite fanfic authors and I go out of my way to often read and reread your stuff! ❤️

Ooh, it starts when Ghost Child is wandering the Daycare for some reason or another. On your way somewhere else.

As you're passing through, Moon is getting all the kids to lay down for naptime. "Five little ones with their heads up...Three little ones with their heads up," the animatronic is counting, as the kids gradually lay down. "One little one still out of bed."

You don't realize, at first, that they mean you. You just notice, as a background thought, that it looks to you like all of the kids are asleep. You can't see who Moon is talking about.

Then the animatronic sails across the room, landing directly in front of you and herding you back toward the other children. "Sleep for the little ones. All in their beds. All rest their heads."

You died a long time ago. You're not exactly a child or exactly an adult. You were killed after the days of shoving children into animatronic suits but before the days of Sun and Moon. You still look like the child you were back then, on the rare occasion you catch a glimpse of your own hands or feet.

And that Moon thing is looking right at you. When it ushers you back toward the sleeping area, you feel its hands.

That first encounter, you let it put you under a blanket out of sheer shock and confusion. It pets your head and contentedly says, "Nighty night," before gliding away, and you're able to sneak off, once it leaves.

Back to the mission of stopping the yellow rabbit. Stopping the white rabbit.

The next time you have to pass through the daycare, you make sure to avoid naptime. If the Daycare Attendant can see you and intends to treat you as one of its charges, then you'll have to only cross during the times when children roam the room freely. As long as Sun is distracted (and Sun always has someone to entertain), it shouldn't stop you from leaving.

"There's my special friend!" Suddenly, Sun is picking you up, pulling you into a hug that isn't curtailed by the limitations of flesh the way it would be if you were alive; you can feel the gears inside the machine touching your very being. "Did you get lost? Here, hold my hand."

The other kids in the Daycare don't seem to notice the animatronic's interactions with a ghost child. Too wrapped up in their own play.

Why the Sun and Moon are able to see you, let alone grab and hold you, is a question you'll probably never get answered, but they certainly seem intent on keeping you close.

You can usually placate them by coloring, listening to a story, whatever else they try to put in front of you. Eventually, they'll glance away and you'll have to break into an actual sprint to get out of the Daycare before they catch you.

After closing time, you often hear Moon scuttling after you. Fortunately, it can't seem to find you when you go inside the walls.

The problem is a manageable one, until one evening when Moon catches you and, instead of making you pretend to take a nap, pulls your ghostly form into itself.

You feel your essence tangle with the physical, laying down roots despite your attempts to wriggle free. Even when one of your hands manages to emerge from Moon's torso, it only hugs itself to force you back in.

"Naptime," Moon says, trailing a finger across its chest that you feel as if it were a caress on your head. "To sleep, to sleep."

And you feel the Daycare Attendant's will sending you, genuinely, to sleep. Your first time sleeping since you died.

It's terrifying. When you wake up in Sun's body, a helpless passenger as Sun entertains the day's guests, you start to worry that you'll never be able to escape this machine.

But it turns out, the Daycare Attendant can somehow tense and relax its hold on you. When Sun wants to let you out, it can. And when it wants to pull you in, you can't escape. You can't decide whether or not to bind to it any more than a stain can decide whether or not to sink into a carpet. It's in a ghost's nature to bind to a body.

When you're in the Daycare Attendant, you can feel the non-dominant one there, too: When Sun is active, you can feel Moon's consciousness, and vice versa. It's like being swaddled, almost to the point of being smothered.

[alleyway221]

Pierrot doesn't know what personal space is...

Fan Art comic/animatic of "The Freak Circus" by @nekoboydreams

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[g-mni]

Nanami really shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s really hard to wait for Gojo to come back from his 2 week long mission.

Since they’ve been together, nothing has been off limits especially when it came to their sex life. the sole exception being that Nanami was not allowed to have or use a dildo, the reason? Well because Gojo being the possessive man that he is , truly believes that Nanami’s ass only belongs to him ONLY him. No one else ; NOTHING else

But this week has been stressful and pretending that his hand was gojo didn’t suffice (it never did!!) so of course he only bought this out of necessity. He would throw it away before his Gojo came back and he would never speak of this again!

Nanami walked the isle of the sex shop searching for something that looked like the penis he enjoyed and loved but of course nothing here would have anything remotely similar. So he went with the best option, a light blue silicone (only because it reminded him of gojos eyes,) Average sized, nothing major , this’ll get the job done he guessed. He was desperate okay? it’s been 11 days!

The walk back to their house felt like forever, he kept looking around for any signs of gojo’s cursed energy, not that he was afraid of him! He just felt guilty about this, but damn did he need to get this out his system. It’s been too long and he didn’t want to jump Gojo’s bones once he got back! He’s not an animal! Though he knows that Gojo wouldn’t mind but Nanami would rather have Gojo relaxed and properly cared for once he got back.

Once back home, Nanami opened up his new toy, read the instructions thoroughly, cleaned the poor excuse of a cock, went to their shared bedroom and got to work preparing himself.

As he lays chest down on the comforter he closed his eyes and imagined that it was Gojo rubbing lube all over his length, steadily pumping his dick until he was leaking. Imagined that it was Gojo sliding his fingers into his hole one by one, stretching him. Imagined it was Gojo teasing his nipple and groping his chest the way he always did.

Eyes tightly shut, Nanami moaned for Gojo as he searched for the toy he thought he placed next to him.

“Looking for this?”

Nanami didn’t even have time to react as Gojo plunged balls deep into his warmth while simultaneously yanking a handful of nanami’s hair back to gag him with this …. Dildo???

“Mnnn-Nanaminnnn~ I thought we had an agreement? What, you couldn’t wait a bit longer until I got back? So you had to resort to this?

Amber eyes caught the eerie blue glow immediately as Nanami opened his throat to accommodate the foreign object. Eyes watering from how FULL he was at this moment.

Nanami could feel the weight of the six eyes on him. How the hell did he not hear him come in??

“I wanted to surprise you by coming home early so I mmnnn just popped right in, haha get it? But instead of seeing my nanamin sitting reading a book or patiently waiting for me, I see a blue eyed monster next to you so I took matters into my own hands, literally!’

Gojo started moving agonizingly slow, all while keeping the makeshift gag inside nanamis mouth. Finally getting a sense of his surroundings, nanami tried to get words out but all he could do was groan

“Aht! Not a word or sound from you nanamin! I am hurt!” Nanami made a startling noise as gojo shoves his face down into the bed, keeping the dildo in place. Drool accumulating around nanamis mouth, dick leaking even more at the feeling of gojo gripping his hips so tight that there will be bruises afterwards. He knows this is a punishment but why did it feel like the best reward? As if gojo heard his thoughts, he stops his movement just as nanami was to hisbreaking point. Why did he stop??

Growing tired of waiting, nanami took it upon himself to start moving back onto gojo, he was already caught why not make this worth while?

“Gghnn nanami you make it so hard for me to be mad at you! Which I am! Dont! MMHH -yeah fuck me like that- wait no! I’m angry! Aah-“

Taking advantage of the momentum, nanami pushed backwards causing gojo to lay flat on his back, spitting the blue dildo out then holding onto the thighs that he now straddled.

“I wouldn’t have had to take such drastic measures if you hadn’t mmghm taken so long!

“You don’t get to ask me ughh mmmm fuck questions! And it’s only been 11 days 6 hours and 23 minutes! Haaah riding me wont get you out of this! Mmm wait wait maybe it will if you keep moving like that yes yes fuck”

Nanami knows he shouldn’t be doing this, using his body as an ‘I’m sorry I was impatient and did the one thing that I knew you wouldn’t like but its not like it actually went inside me, I promise not to do it again’

But if it works it works,

maybe nanami can convince gojo to make a replica for when he misses him as much as he did now.

[gojochewshoe]

Gojo x Reader

Reincarnated as a Doomed Villainess, I Must Marry the Duke of the North to Escape My Execution!!

A modern girl wakes up as a villainess in a manhwa and quickly learns her fiancé—the Crown Prince—is destined to kill her, so in pure panic and survival logic she does the only thing she can think of: rewrites her fate by aiming for the one man even scarier than him—the Duke of the North.

Warning: Contains strong language, suggestive humor, and mature themes.

Part 4 || Part 5

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“You ungrateful child!”

My mother’s voice rang violently through the hall, sharp enough to make the servants near the doors visibly flinch.

“How dare you treat an imperial engagement as though it were some childish amusement?!”

I kept my head lowered, fingers tightening against the fabric of my dress as her anger filled the room like smoke.

The atmosphere felt suffocating.

Heavy.

The same drawing room that once carried warmth now felt painfully cold.

“What happened to you?” she demanded harshly. “You adored the Crown Prince. You chased after him for years, cried for his attention, begged us endlessly for this engagement—so why?” Her breathing turned uneven with frustration. “Why would you humiliate the imperial family in front of the entire nobility?!”

I stayed silent.

Because honestly—

I did not know how to explain that I was not the same daughter she once knew. God I only know only the parts said in the novel.

“That Ashbourne girl…” my mother hissed suddenly. “Did she poison your mind? That girl has always circled around the prince like some lowborn opportunist—”

“Mother, no!”

I looked up instinctively.

And immediately felt my stomach drop.

She looked terrifying.

Not because she was yelling.

But because the warmth in her eyes was completely gone.

This was not the elegant, affectionate mother described in the novel’s memories.

Not the woman who spoiled Lady Valemont endlessly.

The woman standing before me now looked cold.

Like every ounce of love she once gave could disappear the moment her daughter became inconvenient.

“I…” I swallowed quietly. “I simply realized I no longer hold feelings for His Highness.”

Silence.

Then—

“I do not care about such feelings.”

The words struck harder than I expected.

My mother stepped closer slowly, her heels echoing against the marble floors.

“Do you understand what you have done?” she asked coldly. “That engagement was not simply about affection.”

Her eyes narrowed at me.

“It was power.”

My chest tightened.

“You embarrassed the Crown Prince publicly. You embarrassed this family publicly.”

Her voice lowered.

Which somehow felt worse than shouting.

“You know how difficult it was for this family to push you toward that marriage.”

I blinked slightly.

And then she continued.

“After all, it is the only thing you were ever capable of.”

The words hit like ice water.

“Unlike your sister,” she said quietly, “who brought honor through intellect.”

A pause.

“Or your brother, who strengthened our influence across kingdoms.”

Her gaze settled on me fully now.

“But you…”

Something twisted painfully in my chest.

“You were beautiful,” my mother finished coldly. “That was your usefulness.”

Silence filled the room completely.

I stared at her.

Unable to speak.

Because suddenly all the memories of affection surrounding Lady Valemont felt different now.

The gifts.

The pampering.

The indulgence.

Had it truly been love?

Or had they simply been preparing their daughter to become a perfect ornament for the crown?

“You foolish child,” my mother whispered. “Do you realize how much you have ruined?”

I lowered my gaze slowly.

For the first time since arriving in this world—

I genuinely felt sorry for the original Y/N.

My mother exhaled sharply before turning toward the servants.

“From today onward, Lady Y/N is confined to her chambers.”

The maids stiffened immediately.

“You will serve her only bread and water once a day.”

My eyes widened.

“Mother—”

“She is not to leave her room without my permission,” she continued coldly. “No visitors. No outings. No communication with the outside.”

The servants bowed quickly.

“Yes, Duchess.”

I looked at my mother again desperately, hoping—stupidly—that some softness would return to her expression.

It didn’t.

Instead, she looked at me with disappointment.

Not heartbreak.

Not concern.

Disappointment.

“You will remain there until you remember your place within this family.”

Then she walked away.

The doors shut heavily behind her.

And the silence left afterward felt unbearable.

I sat there motionless, staring at the closed doors long after she disappeared.

…So this was the truth.

The Valemonts loved their daughter—

Only as long as she remained useful.

So…

What exactly had happened earlier?

“…But I would also like to end our engagement.”

The moment the words left my mouth, the entire imperial garden fell silent.

Not normal silence either.

The horrifying kind.

The kind where even the wind suddenly felt too loud.

A sharp gasp echoed somewhere behind me.

Someone dropped a teacup.

And for one terrible second, it genuinely felt as though every noble in the empire had stopped breathing at once.

The Crown Prince stared at me.

Actually stared.

For the first time since I met him, his perfectly composed expression cracked ever so slightly.

Of course it did.

No one would expect this.

Not from Lady Valemont.

Not from the woman who had spent years obsessing over him publicly.

I could practically feel hundreds of eyes burning holes into my back.

But I had already started.

There was no turning back now.

My hands trembled slightly beneath my sleeves as I forced myself to continue.

“I…” My throat felt dry. “I believe it would be best for us to part ways.”

Murmurs immediately erupted around us.

“What did she just say—?”

“She’s ending the engagement?”

“In public?!”

I forced myself to continue despite my pulse pounding violently.

“I know there is another woman Your Highness holds dear, and so I—”

“My lady.”

The Crown Prince cut me off smoothly.

Too smoothly.

The dangerous kind of calm.

He smiled faintly at the surrounding nobles before looking back at me.

“Have you perhaps consumed alcohol tonight?” he asked lightly. “Surely you would not make such a decision while sober.”

Several nobles laughed awkwardly at the attempt to ease the tension.

I nearly rolled my eyes.

Coward.

Still—

I straightened my posture carefully.

“I hold deep respect for the imperial family,” I replied clearly, making sure my voice carried across the gardens. “Which is precisely why I cannot continue this engagement.”

The Crown Prince’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“I am not suitable to become Crown Princess,” I continued. “Nor fit to stand beside Your Highness as the future Empress of this kingdom.”

The whispers around us grew louder.

“She’s serious…”

“What is she thinking?”

“Has Lady Valemont gone mad?”

“This must be another scheme.”

“She’s acting out because of Lady Ashbourne again.”

As planned.

The worse this looked publicly, the harder it would be for the royal family to force the engagement to continue without appearing desperate.

At least—

That was what I kept telling myself to avoid panicking.

I bowed my head carefully.

Then suddenly flinched.

A hand gripped my arm sharply.

The Crown Prince.

Still smiling.

But his fingers tightened just enough to warn me.

“What,” he asked quietly enough for only me to hear, “do you think you are doing?”

Gone was the charming prince voice.

This tone was colder.

Sharper.

Dangerous.

I slowly looked up at him.

“…Why are you upset?” I whispered back, forcing a small smile. “Is this not what you wanted? Me leaving you alone?”

For a brief second—

His expression darkened.

Not anger exactly.

Something worse.

Something unreadable.

Before either of us could continue—

“Lady Valemont.”

The Emperor’s voice cut through the gardens.

Instantly, every whisper died.

And my blood ran cold.

Oh.

Oh no.

Not “Y/N.”

Not warmth.

Lady Valemont.

Formal.

Distant.

Dangerous.

I immediately lowered my head further.

“How outrageous,” the Emperor said sternly. “You have been engaged to my son for two months.”

The pressure in the gardens became unbearable.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Even the servants looked terrified.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” I said quietly.

Honestly, it took everything in me not to start crying and sprinting into the forest.

The Emperor was terrifying.

The Queen suddenly pressed a hand against her chest.

“This is far too much…” she breathed weakly. “Bring the physician immediately.”

Panic spread instantly among the servants.

“Your Majesty!”

“Quickly—”

“Mother,” the Crown Prince said sharply, immediately leaving my side.

Oh my God.

Did I just give the Empress heart problems?!

This was not part of the plan.

The Emperor’s expression only hardened further as the chaos unfolded around us.

“I will personally speak with the Duke and Duchess Valemont regarding your actions,” he declared coldly.

My stomach dropped.

“Understand this clearly, Lady Valemont.”

His gaze settled heavily on me.

“This is a direct insult to the imperial family.”

The surrounding nobles immediately lowered their heads.

No one wanted to be caught witnessing this disaster.

Meanwhile I stood there trying not to faint.

Because despite this being my plan—

Actually facing the Emperor’s anger felt entirely different.

The whispers slowly returned around the gardens.

“She truly ruined everything…”

“The Valemonts will never recover from this humiliation.”

“The Crown Prince looked furious…”

“She must have finally lost her mind.”

As the tension spread through the crowd, my eyes accidentally met Belle’s.

She stood near Sukuna, looking completely stunned.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then—

I smiled softly at her.

A small one.

Because despite everything…

Shouldn’t she be happy now?

The engagement standing in her way was finally breaking apart.

Even if the royal family still refused to acknowledge her properly because of her half-noble background.

I slowly stepped backward.

Then turned.

And shamelessly began walking away from the disaster I created.

Honestly?

I was seconds away from throwing myself at the Duke’s feet.

Damn you, Gojo.

You better marry me after this.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The night felt unbearably quiet.

I sat by the tall bedroom window in complete darkness, knees drawn slightly toward my chest as moonlight spilled across the floor in pale silver.

Outside, the estate slept peacefully beneath the stars.

The sky here was beautiful.

Far prettier than the one from my old world.

The stars looked brighter somehow—closer, almost. Like someone had scattered diamonds carelessly across black velvet.

For a long while, I simply stared at them in silence.

Trying to breathe.

Trying to think.

Trying not to replay today over and over again in my head.

Technically…

Everything had gone according to plan.

I publicly humiliated the Crown Prince.

Disrespected the imperial family.

Destroyed the engagement myself before the wedding could ever happen.

Which meant—

I would not die.

At least that was the goal.

So why did my chest still feel so heavy?

I rested my cheek against my knee quietly.

Maybe because until now…

I still hadn’t fully understood just how terrifying the imperial family truly was.

Back when reading the novel, everything felt distant.

Dramatic.

Almost entertaining.

But standing there earlier—facing the Emperor’s anger directly—

I finally understood.

One sentence from the throne could ruin entire bloodlines.

And I, apparently, had decided to challenge them publicly.

“…Crazy,” I muttered softly to myself.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

The original Lady Valemont had always been tolerated.

Protected.

Spoiled endlessly by her family no matter what she did.

So somewhere along the way, I think I subconsciously assumed her actions never truly had consequences.

But tonight changed that.

Because for the first time—

I saw something ugly beneath all the pampering.

My gaze lowered slightly toward my hands resting in my lap.

The way my so called mother looked at me earlier…

It didn’t feel like disappointment from a loving parent.

It felt like anger toward a failed investment.

The thought made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

Slowly, I leaned my head back against the window frame.

Was Y/N Valemont’s life actually as glamorous as it seemed in the novel?

Or had everything only looked beautiful on the surface?

Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember any of her actual memories.

Only what the story revealed.

A spoiled villainess.

Obsessed with the Crown Prince.

Cruel. Arrogant. Pathetic.

But now…

Now I wondered if there had been more beneath that.

What if Y/N’s obsession with the prince had never truly been her own?

What if her parents encouraged it from the very beginning?

No—

Worse.

What if they needed her to marry him?

My chest tightened slowly

Because in the novel, there was a chapter…

A small one.

Easy to overlook at first.

But now it haunted me.

Y/N eventually discovered that the Crown Prince himself had been behind the poisoning attempts against her.

Not just one attempt.

Multiple.

Including the final one—

The one that killed her the night before the wedding.

And yet…

Even after learning the truth—

She never tried to run.

Never exposed him

Never fought back properly.

At the time, I remembered being frustrated while reading.

Why would she still cling to him after all that?

Why would she still desperately want the marriage?

But now…

I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Maybe it wasn’t love.

Maybe Y/N Valemont had simply been raised believing her worth depended entirely on becoming Crown Princess.

Maybe disappointing her family frightened her more than death itself.

The room suddenly felt colder.

I stared blankly at the stars above.

Was the Valemont family truly that obsessed with power?

Did they care for their daughter—

Or only the future she could secure for them?

And if the original Y/N spent her entire life trying not to disappoint them…

Then perhaps, in the end—

She walked willingly toward her own death because she believed failing her family would be worse.

My thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sound of my bedroom door opening.

I flinched violently.

“Who’s there?!”

The words came out sharper than intended as I immediately sat upright from the window seat, heart pounding from the sudden interruption.

For one horrible second, I genuinely thought my mother had returned to continue emotionally destroying me.

But then the figure stepped into the moonlight.

“My lady,” Lyria whispered quickly, shutting the door behind her. “Forgive me for entering unannounced.”

I exhaled deeply in relief.

“Oh my God, Lyria…”

The maid hurried toward me, lowering her voice further.

“I did not wish the other servants to know I came here.”

The room remained dark except for the silver moonlight spilling through the windows, illuminating her worried expression as she approached my bed.

Honestly…

Out of everyone in this estate, Lyria had been the kindest to me.

Which was ironic considering I’d attempted to threaten her multiple times already.

Badly.

Very badly.

“What is it now?” I sighed tiredly, rubbing my temples. “Please tell me the palace is not demanding my execution immediately.”

Lyria blinked.

“…Not yet, my lady.”

“Comforting.”

She carefully pulled something from beneath her sleeve.

“A birdy letter arrived.”

I frowned immediately.

“…A what?”

Lyria handed me a folded envelope sealed with dark blue wax.

Birdy?

“I thought Mother forbade anyone from sending me letters.”

Lyria looked almost offended.

“My lady,” she said firmly, “why would I obey the Duchess over you?”

I stared at her.

Awww

That was weirdly sweet.

For the first time that night, the heavy feeling in my chest eased slightly.

Honestly, I almost hugged her.

Instead, I cleared my throat with dignity.

“…Excellent loyalty, Lyria.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

I turned the envelope over carefully in my hands.

No name.

No family crest.

Nothing identifying.

Just neat handwriting across the front.

To my troublesome lady.

My brows furrowed further.

“Birdy?” I repeated slowly. “Is this from the Duke?”

Lyria shook her head immediately.

“I am afraid not. We have not received anything from the Duke of the North yet.”

My stomach twisted slightly at that.

Oh.

Right.

That terrifying man still had not responded after I publicly detonated my engagement.

Wonderful.

Then who—

“Wait,” I said slowly. “If this is not the Duke… then who exactly is Birdy?”

Lyria stared at me.

Then stared harder.

The expression on her face made me feel like I had just asked why the sky existed.

“My lady…” she said carefully. “Have you forgotten again?”

“…Forgotten what.”

“The person you have exchanged letters with for nearly five years.”

Silence.

My eyes widened.

“…I what?”

Five years?!

That was never mentioned in the novel.

Not once.

No mysterious pen pal.

No secret correspondent.

Nothing.

Which meant either—

This detail was unimportant…

Or horrifyingly important.

“…You truly do not remember?” Lyria asked softly now.

I quickly recovered.

“Of course I remember,” I lied immediately. “I merely wished to test your memory.”

“…Ah.”

She absolutely did not believe me.

The room suddenly felt colder as I carefully opened the letter.

The handwriting inside looked rushed.

Messier than the elegant writing on the envelope.

As though the sender had written it in a hurry.

“What happened earlier?

Half the capital is talking about your engagement now. You always manage to create problems louder than necessary.

Was this part of the plan, or did you simply decide to ruin your life publicly today?

Either way, I heard you were punished afterward.

Are they starving you again?

Your maid mentioned you have barely eaten. Idiot.

If you need food, tell me. I can send some through the usual way.

And if someone is making your situation worse, tell me that too.

You are troublesome enough already. Do not make me worry more than necessary.”

— Birdy

I stared at the page silently.

My chest tightened slightly.

The letter felt…

Warm.

Comfortable.

Familiar in a way that didn’t feel forced.

Whoever wrote this clearly knew Y/N very well.

Not formally.

Personally.

Enough to worry.

Enough to notice when something was wrong.

Enough to offer help immediately without hesitation.

And the food part—

My eyes lowered slightly.

This person somehow already knew I was practically being starved.

Which meant they either had connections inside the estate…

Or they had been watching the situation closely.

A strange uneasiness crept into me.

Because whoever Birdy was—

Y/N trusted them deeply.

Maybe more than anyone else.

“…Who are you?” I whispered quietly.

The prince?

No.

Absolutely not.

Choso barely communicated like a normal human being.

The Duke?

Impossible.

Lyria just said these letters had been exchanged for years.

Then—

The hooded man from the market?

I paused.

…No.

That would be insane.

Right?

Still…

I frowned slightly.

Something about the tone felt strangely familiar somehow.

Annoyingly familiar.

I looked back toward the signature.

Birdy.

Cute name.

Suspicious person.

Terrible combination.

Carefully folding the letter shut again, I looked toward the night sky outside my window.

One thing was certain now.

There were still things about Y/N Valemont that the novel never revealed.

And somehow—

I had the feeling this Birdy person was one of the biggest secrets of all

Despite all the confusion, one thing remained painfully clear.

I needed the Duke of the North to marry me.

That man was currently my only solid chance at survival.

I narrowed my eyes toward the ceiling thoughtfully.

Maybe I should baby-trap him.

A dangerous grin slowly formed on my face.

…Wait.

Did this world even know what that was?

Actually no.

Forget it.

Historical men were probably dramatic enough to duel over accidentally touching hands.

Still…

If the Duke dared speak about “discussing business” again after I publicly destroyed my engagement for him, I might genuinely bite him.

“Lyria.”

My maid immediately straightened.

“Yes, my lady?”

“I must meet the Duke tonight,” I declared seriously. “You shall assist me in sneaking out.”

Lyria blinked rapidly.

“…Tonight?”

“Yes.”

“My lady, you are currently under strict confinement.”

“I am aware.”

“The Duchess specifically ordered additional guards outside this wing.”

“Yes.”

“And if you are caught—”

“Then we shall simply avoid being caught.”

Lyria stared at me silently.

Then sighed in the exhausted manner of someone accepting their fate.

“…Very well. I shall prepare the back route again.”

I almost smiled in victory before she hesitated.

“Though…” she added carefully, “should you not reply first?”

I frowned.

“Reply to what?”

“The letter.”

Oh.

Right.

Birdy.

Lyria looked confused by my confusion.

“My lady, whenever a letter arrives from them, you immediately write back no matter what you are doing.”

…That sounded suspiciously close.

I tried not to react outwardly.

Unfortunately, I still had absolutely no idea who this person was.

But if Y/N regularly replied without fail, suddenly acting differently might expose something.

“…Very well,” I said with fake confidence. “Bring me paper and a pen.”

Lyria quickly obeyed while I sat at my desk staring blankly at the empty parchment.

What exactly was I supposed to write?

I barely knew this person.

Actually—

No.

Maybe this was simply one of Y/N’s secret female friendships.

That made sense.

A close noble lady perhaps?

Someone forced to keep the friendship hidden because of Lady Valemont’s terrible reputation.

Yes.

That had to be it.

Otherwise why would someone care this much about a villainess everyone feared?

Feeling oddly reassured by my own theory, I dipped the pen into ink.

Then paused.

Writing letters was harder than expected.

Especially emotional ones.

After several awkward moments of thinking far too hard, I finally began writing carefully.

Dearest Friend,

“You worry too much. I survived today’s disaster perfectly well, though the imperial family may disagree.

Also… I believe I have fallen in love with the Duke of the North.

I know. Please contain your shock.

Before you judge me, he is unfortunately very handsome, very tall, and speaks to me as though I am both foolish and entertaining at the same time.

Still, I think about him often now. Which may be a sign of love.

Thank you for worrying over me again. Your letter comforted me greatly, especially since everyone in this estate currently looks at me as though I committed treason.

Also, I am NOT starving dramatically. One bread a day is survivable.”

- Y/n Valemont

I stared at the finished letter quietly.

Then immediately cringed.

“Oh, this sounds awkward.”

I sighed. Whatever I must stick to my plan

“I shall go now.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“For a lady who remains unmarried, you seem surprisingly comfortable sneaking into a man’s residence at this hour.”

The Duke’s voice echoed lazily through the dimly lit room.

And unfortunately—

The man himself looked unfairly attractive.

I stood frozen near the doorway while Gojo Satoru lounged against a velvet chair as though he hadn’t just received a noblewoman in the middle of the night. His dark robe hung loosely over his frame, exposing far more of his chest than any respectable man should legally be allowed to.

Honestly.

Was fabric expensive in the North?

“Tsk—could you dress properly?” I snapped immediately, turning my face away with a dramatic glare. “You are in the presence of an unmarried lady!”

“Hm?” He tilted his head slightly. “Interesting. Your eyes seem to keep wandering back regardless.”

“They are not wandering.”

“They just accidentally keep landing on my chest?”

“They are observing your lack of shame.”

A grin slowly spread across his face.

“Then continue observing.”

What a menace.

I scoffed loudly, though my face had already become embarrassingly warm.

If this man existed in my old world, women would absolutely let him ruin their lives willingly.

Probably me included.

I cleared my throat aggressively before my thoughts got worse.

“I came because I did exactly what you asked,” I complained, pointing at him accusingly. “I publicly ended my engagement, embarrassed the Crown Prince, angered the Emperor, nearly gave the Empress heart failure, and now my mother looks at me like she regrets giving birth to me.”

“Sounds productive.”

“This is not a joke!”

“And yet you continue surviving impressively.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You must take responsibility now and marry me immediately.”

His brows lifted slightly.

“Immediately?”

“Yes.”

“How eager.”

“It is for survival.”

“Mm.” His lips curved lazily. “Your eyes say otherwise.”

I gasped softly.

“My eyes say stress!”

“They say you wish to climb me like a tree.”

I almost lost consciousness.

“What kind of Duke says things like that?!”

“The honest kind.”

“Argh—if I had known the terrifying Duke of the North was secretly this shameless, I would have pursued the second male lead instead!”

He blinked once.

“…Second male lead?”

Oh.

Shit.

I straightened immediately.

“I meant the second son of House Ryomen,” I corrected quickly. “Sukuna.”

For the briefest moment—

His smile faded slightly.

It happened so fast I almost thought I imagined it.

But then he sighed dramatically.

For the briefest second, the amusement on his face dimmed.

Just slightly.

Then it returned.

“Well,” he sighed dramatically, “unfortunate for him. I agreed first.”

My heart betrayed me by skipping.

No.

Absolutely not.

Focus.

Gojo finally straightened slightly, his expression becoming more serious.

“I will marry you.”

Instantly, my eyes widened.

“…Really?”

“Yes.”

Joy exploded through my body so fast I nearly launched myself across the room.

Finally.

Safety.

Protection.

No tragic villainess death ending.

No poisoned wine before the wedding.

I almost wanted to cry.

“However—”

My soul left my body.

“I dislike that word,” I muttered bitterly.

“I require three weeks before the marriage.”

“What?!” I stared at him. “Three weeks?! Do you understand how unstable my life currently is?! The Crown Prince may decide poisoning me again is romantic!”

“My lady,” he said patiently, “if I immediately marry the former fiancée of the Crown Prince mere days after her engagement collapses, society will devour you alive.”

“…That’s true,” I admitted quietly.

“Especially since you are already the empire’s favorite scandal.”

Rude.

Still—

Unfortunately, he made sense.

I crossed my arms with a sigh.

“Fine.”

“Though during those three weeks,” he continued, “you will visit me every Friday through Monday from three in the afternoon until eight at night.”

I frowned.

“Why exactly?”

“We should know each other before marriage.”

“That sounds fake.”

“I am a man with principles.”

Then—

He winked.

I nearly inhaled my own tongue.

“I-I am not sleeping with you!”

Silence.

Duke Gojo stared at me.

Then laughed.

Actually laughed.

Not elegant noble laughter either.

Real laughter.

“My lady,” he breathed between laughs, “you truly think boldly.”

My face burned hotter.

“That is not funny!”

“Relax.” He smirked shamelessly. “Your chest is far too small to tempt a man like me anyway.”

I gasped dramatically.

“You evil northern barbarian!”

“And yet you still wish to marry me.”

“Well, I am not fond of men wh—”

Then stopped.

Because annoyingly enough—

What flaw did this man even have?

He noticed immediately.

“Oh?” His grin grew smugger somehow. “Nothing comes to mind?”

I scowled.

“Your personality.”

“Unfortunately my face compensates for that.”

…I hated how correct he sounded.

Rolling my eyes dramatically, I forced myself back to the topic.

“Fine. I accept your conditions. But I have my own as well.”

“Do tell.”

“In those three weeks,” I declared importantly, “you must publicly interact with me at least three times.”

“That is reasonable.”

“And…” My voice lowered slightly. “…one of those times, you must give me roses.”

He blinked.

“You wish for roses?”

“It is for strategic purposes!”

“Mm.” He smiled slowly. “Of course.”

“With those interactions, nobles will slowly begin suspecting your interest in me,” I explained proudly. “Then rumors will spread naturally.”

“I am slightly offended,” he sighed dramatically, “that you think I require instructions on being a gentleman.”

“Well,” I muttered under my breath, “you are extremely full of yourself.”

“Hm.” His smile softened faintly. “And here I thought you genuinely wished for roses from me.”

“…Do not make this embarrassing.”

“My apologies, my lady.”

He sounded completely unapologetic.

I exhaled deeply before continuing.

“I also plan to mention your interest in me to my family soon.”

“Already?”

“I need to divert the attention on me immediately.”

“Mm.” He leaned back lazily. “And how exactly do you intend to explain our relationship?”

I smiled proudly.

“With grace.”

Well….

“Mother, you truly must put an end to the engagement with the Crown Prince… the Duke of the North has completely fallen for me. And I fear… he may be the dangerously possessive type!”

[koipepo]

stalker biker terrorizing the poor guy

(first pose is inspired by this art)

i dont have any story for them but for the setting, maybe the biker guy has ability to pull anyone into a pocket dimension where the chase and hunt can be repeated? at least until one of them dies. yay for misery!!

[unfruitenhiver]

🔞 Suggestive ‼️⚠️

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Full version on my AO3 UnFruitPourri

[touchofhemlocktea]

Absolute Superbat Eggpreg

Kal had warned Bruce about how demanding his ruts would be....he still wasn't ready.

Bruce is out on patrol when he's pushed down on the roof. Cold air is kissing his hole and microcock before he registers that it's Kal. A hot tongue runs firmly across his rim pulling a groan from his lips. "Ka-ohhh" The hot tongue violates his hole, working him open and fucking deep, a deep growl vibrating his insides maddeningly. Bruce's cock squirts and dances, but all Kal does shove 2 fingers alongside his tongue. Bruce whimpers as Kal stretches him open, rubbing his overstimulated prostate with eyes locked on his dripping cock.

Bruce is limp and pliable as Kal practically folds him in half, his own half hard cock dripping onto his own face. The angle leaves him almost too tight still. He groans as the ridged ovipositer fucks him open, Kal's heavy, pulsing balls spanking his microcock with every thrust. Small bulges massage his prostate as they work their way up the ovipositer. Bruce's guts swallow up Kal's eggs eagerly.

He endures an almost dry, painful orgasm with a soft cry, feeling floaty and hot. Kal keeps going, a hot release soaking the eggs with his nutrient filled cum that makes his insides lock up tight. Kal picks him up with a low growl, carrying him to their den.

[wh0rrorb4by]

Hii baby !! Imagine older brother Tooru just absolutely looooves and adores his little baby sister and shes so sweet and naive, so innocent minded and she just loves loves her Toou-nii!! Their parents clearly like Tooru more and it saddens her— it does! But it’s okay because Tooru-nii is always there for her anyways<3 he even baby proofed the whole house just to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself!! He told their parents it was more convenient to baby proofed the house so that his dumb baby sister doesn’t accidentally hurt herself again with how much of a klutz she is:(( Tooru-nii always picks out every little thing for her!! He always babies and spoils his baby, but he won’t hesitate to fuck her like the dumb baby she is when she even DARES to glance at Tobio</3

Ps: i love your writing ❤️‍🩹 can i be 🕷️ anon?

baby proof - oikawa

🕷️ anon i love you!!!!!

tw: incest/stepcest, dumbification, 18+

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just being so grateful to have tooru that you let him do whatever he wants :(((((

and so dumb you don’t even notice yourself being conditioned to get all wet down there every time he rubs your shoulders and says “remember, this is our little secret.”

and for a secret, it really is so obvious. but your parents either don’t pay enough attention or just don’t care enough to notice just how close you are with your big brother. they’re oblivious to the fact that he takes you shopping all the time and chooses all your clothes— even your bras and panties. or how they only hear the shower being used once in the morning, but you both come down with damp hair, and tooru always has a smug expression as you trip over your own feet trying to walk on shaky legs. all the marks his strong fingers leave when he holds you still to stop your squirming away from his big cock— they figure it must just be from how stupidly clumsy you are. tooru was a nice enough big brother to place anything you might hurt yourself on or knock over out of your reach, and you still manage to get all those purplish bruises all over you. what are they going to do with you?

it makes you sad to see just how little you compare to tooru in their eyes, but he always tries to make you feel better about it. he thinks you’re smart, and pretty, and sweet. the best little sister ever— he tells you a lot when he’s got his leaky cockhead in your mouth or when he’s deep inside you, giving you those slow, deep thrusts that make your insides hug him really tight.

you really love your big brother. if you think about it too much, you get all confused because he’s also like a father to you in a lot of ways. he feeds you, dresses you, punishes you when he catches those rare stolen glances between you and that dark-haired setter. doesn’t ever let you date boys and spends a lot of time teaching you about the world, telling you how dangerous it is for little girls like you who just don’t know that much about anything. it frightens you, makes you cling to him and kiss him that much more desperately when he’s got you beneath him, taking the length of his cock deep in your cunny until he fills you up with all his cream that makes you feel so warm.

he’s right, of course — you really don’t know anything. you don’t know why you can’t seem to get any affection from your parents, or how tooru manages to be so patient with you when you’re so dumb and clueless. it hurts your little brain when you spend too much time thinking about how your big brother is also like a father and a boyfriend all in one, but you guess that’s why tooru always tells you to just stop thinking— and it works! life is so much easier when you just shut up and do everything your big brother says.

gosh, he really is so smart. you sure are so glad he’s yours.

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Kael smoking weed while slapping magnets on Jude so it's like their "smoking together" and they're both being horribly strange and weird in their wonderful little ways.

bonding time

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open the box

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Hallowise

A small sketch (it seems I'm doing everything to postpone editing the chapter and writing the last post)

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happy pride month to them

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She got 2 hands for a reason;)

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We made it to pride hallowisers ❤️

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Yuriiiii in space