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— [ nsfw ] :: TENTACLES, that’s all it is.

— wc :: 1k

the final bell rings and he slumps down in his seat. the weather these days has been uncomfortable, sticky and way too hot.

he finds himself dragging his feet as he reaches the end of the hallway only to spot a classroom to his left still open. the room feels cool so he looks around before entering.

“sorry to interrupt, it’s just so humid -”

“oh” you pause at the back of the classroom, you had just finished up for the day yourself. “koro-sensei”

you were the new english teacher and he had taken quite a liking to you ever since you joined. he wasn’t subtle either, not with the way he stared you down any chance he got.

he grins, titling his head to the side.

“i didn’t expect you to be here so late” he says, already feeling better and it had nothing to do with the AC cooling down your classroom.

he eyes you closely as you walk over to close the back room before doing one last check. he knows better than anyone else that now isn’t the time or place to act on his crush but he could blame it on the heat.

he quietly saunters over to the back, being as sneaky as he can so he doesn’t startle you right away and closes the door behind him.

“is something wrong?” you ask, not sure what’s so urgent that he needs to lock the back room behind him.

one large tentacle reaches out to brush against your cheek and you immediately freeze up. it’s not out of fear, you were definitely not afraid of him.

“so pretty” he chuckles, “have you any idea how much you distract me? knowing you’re so close everyday but i have to behave myself?”

“i’m not following” you lie, resisting the urge to gasp as another tentacle slowly wraps and unwraps itself around your ankle.

perhaps you had warn a skirt on purpose today but no one needed to know any of that. you were good at pretending to be a professional, good at pretending you didn’t see the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“liar” he huffs, moving close as you step back. your back almost hits the edge of a bookcase but he pulls you against him.

“easy there sweet thing” he smirks, “don’t want you accusing me of hurting you”

“do i look that fragile?” you scoff but he’s grinning, amused by how much you pretend to be unaffected.

a tentacle slithers up your leg, gently wrapping around your thigh. the sensation of suction makes your knees weak.

“have you been thinking about this?” he laughs, “you’re not stopping me”

“are you always all talk and no action?” you raise a brow and that has him laughing louder.

you feel it moving higher up your thigh, brushing against the material of your panties.

“i’m all talk and yet you’re wet” he grins, leaning closer, “i’d eat you right up baby but we don’t have much time”

your face feels hot as he slips one underneath your bra, the cold sensation is what you feel first before it attaches itself onto your nipple. your eyes widen at the sound you make and he seems far too pleased with himself.

“god” you gasp, unable to help yourself and he rolls his eyes.

“it’s koro that’s making your pussy tingle baby, not god” he scoffs

you can’t help the moan you let out as he slides the soft tentacle against your clit, he’s deliberately slow, aiming to make you beg for him.

“what a good girl” he whispers, “i love how responsive you are”

“pervert” you glare but it’s not as threatening as you’d like with how glazed over your eyes are or with the way you grip his shirt.

“in more ways than you think baby” he laughs, “you’re so sexy and all i think about is how much i need to ruin you for anyone else”

your jaw drops as you feel it pressing against your hole. you can’t believe this is happening, even as it presses in slowly only to be pulled back out and brought to his mouth.

“fuck” he groans, “you smell so good”

“you’re teasing me on purpose” you frown. this isn’t the first time you’ve messed around like this but definitely not in your classroom and he’s never been this slow in getting you off.

“is it so wrong of me to want to take my time with you?” he teases, “you always make me beg, don’t you?”

and maybe he is right. you’ve always enjoyed the little game of cat and mouse that you two have been playing for a while now. it’s easy to pretend to be sweet and innocent when everyone already thinks he’s the pervert.

“yes” you say, glaring up at him, “you just said we don’t have much time, what exactly are you — koro!”

he slips his tentacle inside you, his grin never leaving his face. it’s so hot watching you get worked up for him and because of him. he takes pleasure in driving you crazy.

“you were saying?” he laughs but he’s not slowing down. he knows he can have you whenever he wants and right now, he just wanted to feel you cum for him.

“koro, it’s too much” your eyes cross, gripping his shirt so tight that your hand starts to hurt.

“yeah?” he leans down, breathing softly against your neck, “you take it so well though, i think you like it”

you’re about to swear him, tell him to go to hell but he presses so deep inside you that you can’t help the loud moan. you squirt so much every time he does this, he wishes you were on your bed for this.

“that’s my girl” his grin is menacing, “always so messy”

“i hate you” you whimper but he’s far to pleased with himself to even care. he also knows that’s a lie.

“sure you do” he chuckles, “let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go home hm?”

“… whatever”

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Normally I’m not into underage stuff. Buuuuuuut

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my fic is NOT underage. it’s teacher x teacher. please don’t make those assumptions. they’re both consenting adults

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happy 2026 💟🎆

hopefully i get to write a lot more this year

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thank you for 2.5k 🦋

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sink into the ground

🧬 :: somnophilia

[ nsfw ] 18+, CONSENSUAL

:: wc :: 749

he’s been thinking about her all day. with things being so busy, he’s barely had time to see y/n. he half expected her to be at her own house but when he realised the lights were all off because she wasn’t there, he chuckles to himself and heads back to his own place.

he’s never understood why she likes spending so much time here. it’s gloomy and dark, especially when the lighthouse isn’t on but she roams around the grounds as though she owns the place and honestly, he likes it way more than he thought he would.

flin’s finds her laid out on his bed, dressed in that beautiful soft blue nightie he gifted her a few days ago. he had been travelling and spotted it and he knew he had to get it. these days, everything reminded him of her lately, even the simple taste of his favourite foods.

“y/n?” he whispers, gently cupping the side of her face. she happily leans into his touch, still fast asleep.

they’ve spoken about this many times before, she had told him how much she liked waking up to his touches and his kisses.

he had been so nervous the first night it happened but when she begged him for more, flins allowed himself to let go and let loose.

“beautiful” he grins down at her, lifting her nightie up so it rests just under her breasts. he loved having her here, being this close to him.

he kisses her ankle, eyes never leaving her face. how could he focus on anything other than her? it just didn’t make sense. she was everything to him and so much more.

he trails opened mouthed kisses up her legs, biting into the fat of her thighs. he groans, closing his eyes for a moment to savour the way she tastes and how, even in her sleep, she gasps softly.

“my good girl” he whispers against her skin, sliding his hands up her body as her leg rests on his shoulder. he didn’t want to rush this, there was no need to but he knew they’d have enough time to take it slower.

he needs her, needs to feel like they’re one with no spaces in between.

gently, he rubs the tip of his cock through her folds. she feels so hot. he bites his lip as his tip bumps against her clit and she moans, her sleepy whimpers making it harder to hold back.

“fuck” he moans as he pushes just the head into her. it’s so soft and wet that he has to grip her hips so he doesn’t push all the way in too quickly. it always feels like their first time, anytime they fuck but like this? it’s too much, even for him.

he thrusts a little, still shallow and not enough to enter her wet heat all the way. he takes his time, stimulating both of them just a little. he’s so scared he’ll cum right away and ruin this moment. it’s his moment, a moment she’s allowed and even encouraged on more than one occasion.

he likes when she’s awake, wants to look into her eyes and to kiss her until she can’t breath but sometimes, some nights after long days, coming back to this is just as rewarding for him.

he pushes his cock all the way in, hips flush with hers. he feels how wet she is, making a mess of his lower abs and he groans, leaning down to press his forehead against her neck.

“fuck” he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut. it feels so good that he feels more overwhelmed than anything else right now but when he feels her hands come up to hold his head in place and the soft kiss she places on the side of his neck, he relaxes against her completely.

“welcome home darling” she whispers, against his ear and his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

he holds her down as he allows himself to thrust a few more times, deeper and harder. the bed creeks and it should be concerning but nothing else matters to him right now but y/n and how she moans freely now, eyes fluttering open.

she looks up at him, he hands falling to her sides as she grins up at him, still sleepy and so beautiful in hurts.

“i’m home, sweetheart” he whispers back

and he means it. he is home, the only place he ever really wants to be.

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put me together, thread a needle

🧬 :: corruption

[ nsfw ] 18+ demon seba, he’s actually kinda evil here, blood drinking

:: wc :: 834

the smell of blood filled the air, making it feel stuffier than usual. you covered your mouth and nose and walked through the broken down building. you don’t even remember what the mission was about or why you were here.

sebastian had called you aside and said it had something to do with the missing women in the town you were visiting. there was no sign of ciel so you figured he had given instructions to sebastian.

“why are we here?” you cough, eyes watering. it felt as thought you could feel your own blood pumping through your veins.

he said nothing and he was annoyingly calm.

“my little demon” he chuckles darkly, “having trouble are we?”

you pause, turning to look at him. he didn’t look like he was walking but gliding beside you.

“can we just go?” you ask, gritting your teeth, “there’s nothing here”

“i’m aware” he grins, “i may have been slightly dishonest”

“sli- sebastian what are you talking about now?” you glare.

“oh don’t act so coy sweetheart” he grins down at you, “i see it in your eyes”

“sebastian stop fooling around” you snap, “you’re scaring me”

“why would i scare you?” he sighs softly, reaching out to cup your cheek, “i want you to let loose for once, i can help you”

you know what he means. he says it so often, subtle as it may be, you know.

“our kind..” he continues, “we’re different aren’t we? we’re special”


his tendrils appear behind him, dark as smoke as it threads around your ankle, up your thigh and around your waist.

“you don’t need to hide from me” he whispers, “let me see those pretty eyes darling”

you hate that he knows you so well. you’ve tried your best to hide your real identity, being half demon wasn’t something you were proud of.

how could you be?

“here” he says gently, biting into is wrist and bringing it up to your lips, “just a little”

you want to refuse but it smells sweet and it draws you in before you can stop yourself. his blood touches your lips and your eyes widen in shock. it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand and your dark eyes shine brighter, turning into slits.


he hides his smirk. this is exactly what he wants. how can he have a puppet if he can’t control you?

“good girl” he gently rubs your head as your drink his blood.

you feel hot all over, adrenaline pumping through your body. he leans down, kissing you. he moans deeply at the taste of his blood on your tongue.

“fuck” he breathes against your lips, “you taste far too good for me not to have a taste”

he pushes you up against the wall, fumbling with his pants. it’s unlike him to act rash like this but he didn’t think he’d be this effected by you either.

you help him, far too eager and he chuckles as you lift your dress up. he’s grateful you enjoy wearing this little get ups.

“bend over”he slaps your ass, “spread your legs for me darling”

there’s no time for foreplay, he can’t take his time like he wants but he knows there’ll be plenty of time for that in future. he pushes into you hard and fast and the way your voice echoes throughout the broken building makes him harder.

he grips your neck and thrusts deep and long. it feels so warm and soft inside you and he can feel the way your breathing gets louder as you moan freely.

he wants to get you addicted to him, to the way he tastes and the way he makes you feel. he always knew you’d be the perfect choice for this. he’d been plotting since the day ceil decided to higher you, not knowing your origins.

you’ve rejected who you really are but he can help you, can mold you to be his perfect partner. he moans, biting your neck hard enough to break the skin. he can’t get enough of you, needs you so desperately so it’s why he needs you to need him in turn.

“there we go my little demon” he groans in pleasure. he wants to see you in action, tearing your prey limb from limb, it gets his own blood pumping like nothing else.

he’s seen the way you hold back, never letting yourself lose control but he wants to break you. wants to push you over the edge just a little.

he can handle you. he can keep you safe.

“right there?” he whispers against your ear, “i know darling, i can feel the way you clench around me”

your beg for more, for it to be deeper and harder. your thighs shake as you grip his forearm, forehead pressed against the glass window that looks like it’s going to break from how hard he fucks you.

“good girl” he grins dangerously, “let me make you feel good darling”

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what good is a jewel that is still precious?

🧬 :: brat taming

[ nsfw ] 18+, impact play, praising and fingering (this is honestly a lot tamer than i intended but i still enjoyed writing it)

:: wc :: 1.6k

[ a/n — i will say, this isn’t as intense as i intended it to be initially but i liked it anyway. i do think i could do him justice in this department so perhaps a future fic? ]

these moments are extremely rare. zayne has always been very good at keeping his composure, it’s very unlikely for him to snap. he knows he can’t because his evol could get out of hand.

when he knows you have to go on a mission, he’s always on edge. he tries his best to focus on his actual job and not snap at his staff. you’re an adult, you’re also a hunter who is trained and you’re not meant to be kept sheltered. he knows this. you’re not some caged bird, you were meant to be free but it gives him anxiety nonetheless.

it’s why he’s fuming when he sees xavier carrying you into the hospital. it’s clear you both had more than just a casual run on with wanderers and he can see the fatigue in the way xavier staggers.

“what happened?” he asks, rushing over to them but he slightly relaxes when he doesn’t see any visible injuries on either of them.

“i’ll.. explain later” xavier says, “can you-”

“yes of course” he nods and takes y/n. he lifts her so her head rests against his chest and carries her to his office. it seems she’d simply passed out.

when they’re alone, he clenches his jaw as he sees her lying there on the hospital bed. he checks her vitals anyway, double checking to see if there really were no injuries and he finds himself able to calm down where he doesn’t see any wounds or blood.

“what am i going to do with you hm?” he sighs

you wake around midnight and his sitting by his desk after having just finished for the day. he’s exhausted but he didn’t want to wake you up just yet, it seemed like you needed that rest after all.

“zayne?”


you can’t help but from. you don’t even remember how you were brought here or when and you can see the way his jaw clenches. he’s definitely not in a good mood right now.

“yes” he says, “you passed out, you were brought here hours ago”

“oh..” you say awkwardly, sitting upright and looking down at your hands. this feels ridiculous.

“i’m not going to apologise for doing my job” you say, clearly frustrated which isn’t fair if you think about it. he hasn’t even said anything and even thought it’s an age old argument, you know it’s not fair to say that but your brain to mouth filter seems to be not working right now.

“you can be mad, it doesn’t change anything” you roll your eyes, “you’re not my father so i don’t understand why you feel the need to get so worked up over this. it’s stupid”

“so let’s just go home okay? i—”

the sound of the door locking makes you look up in confusion. he doesn’t say anything, simply removes his watch and loosens the first two buttons of his shirt.

“zay-”

“no no” he cuts you off, way too calm, “keep going, i’m listening”

you swallow. you don’t even know why you have an attitude with him, he’s done nothing wrong. he stayed with you, made sure you were okay and you know, if it was him, you’d also worry.

“nothing else to say baby?” he huffs, removing his glasses next. he’s eerily calm.

the thing is, he’s never been one to shout or raise his voice at you. he’s been known to be soft spoken and even if he does get frustrated, he’s always been big on communication.

you’ve both had your fair share of arguments and misunderstanding so he’s worked on it and so have you.

it’s why you feel so disappointed in yourself now but seeing him so relaxed is not helping at all.

“what, now you just don’t care anymore?” you scoff and that makes him laugh.

“wait zayne-”

“is that all?” he approaches you now, smile gone, “you clearly have a lot on your chest and it seems i’m your target tonight”

“i didn’t mean that” you say, looking up as he stands between your legs where you sit, “you.. you’re mad so how else am i supposed to act?”

“as opposed to a stubborn child?” he tilts his head and you glare up at him.

he sits next to you on the bed in his office. it’s not big enough for two, at least not to sleep comfortably but you have a feeling you won’t get much sleep.

“zayne..”

“either lay across my lap or we can go home y/n” he says, “what do you want?”

you bite your lip. you are exhausted and a little embarrassed for your sudden outburst which you know was unnecessary.

you get up and lay across his lap, facing away from him. you’re too ashamed to look at him but also still a bit defiant.

it doesn’t matter to him, he’s quite used to your attitude and mood swings. he also knows how to deal with it.

“are you sure this is your choice?” he asks calmly, rubbing your lower back, “i don’t want any more fights tonight y/n”

“was that even a fight?” you roll your eyes even if he can’t see your face.

“stubborn as ever” he smirks, his palm cracking down hard on your ass.

you gasp loudly, eyes widening.

“nuh uh my love” he huffs, “you have to be quiet, we’re at the hospital aren’t we?”

“that’s not fair zayne” you whine, already feeling flustered.

“what’s your safe word then?” he looks at you

“…”

“i thought so” he sighs. he knows you and he knows if you really didn’t want this, you’d tell him and he’d listen. it didn’t matter how angry he was right now, you still mattered the most to him.

a thin layer of ice appears on his palm and he looks back at your covered ass.

“make yourself useful and pull your pants down, you can leave it just above your knees” his voice is calm yet it still has you biting your lip. you’d be embarrassed if you cared enough to think about it right now.

when you feel his cold hand slap your ass again, it stings. it has your eyes watering as you grip his pants.

“zayne” you moan softly, it hurts but not in a way you don’t like.

“such a dirty little thing aren’t you?” he shakes his head, “you get wet from this?”

“no” you lie, “i’m sorry..”

“oh?” he slaps your ass again, harder this time and you’re really on the verge of crying now. it feels so good but you hate how it clears your head, makes you feel floaty.

you still don’t know what that means but you’re not ready to put a label on it and he never rushes you. he always goes at your pace. he knows you.

he knows that you need this, probably way more than he does.

“you’re sorry?” he laughs, leaning down to nip at your ear, “you will be”

your eyes widen when you feel three slaps come down after each other, one harder than the other and it’s sore. you’re worried you won’t be able to sit without feeling it and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“what’s your colour?” he asks, rubbing your ass cheeks with his cold hand. it feels good, way too good.

“y/n, i asked you a question baby” he slaps your ass again, not so hard this time, “i don’t want to repeat myself”

“green” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as he slips one finger between your folds. you’re so wet and you know his pants is probably messy too but it’s his fault. he makes you feel this way.

“see how messy you are” he sighs, as if he doesn’t enjoy this, “you’re meant to be taught a lesson and yet…”

he slips his middle finger into your pussy, moans with you. he’s obviously enjoying himself and you’d argue about how smug he really is but you can’t focus on that right now. it feels amazing even if it’s just one finger.

“if you cum, i’ll make sure you can’t sit tomorrow at all” he warns

“no you can’t” you cry out at the next slap, “please baby, i’m sorry i’ll behave”

“i know you will” he smiles, “my girl always does”

he’s not really mad at you. he just doesn’t like your job, not because you’re not good at it because he knows you are. he worries about your safety, that’s all. any partner would.

you’ve always been incredible in his eyes, he just wants you alive… more than anything, just wants you with him.

“you’ve messed my pants” he grins, fingering you slowly. it feels so good, has you moaning out softly all for him. he’s not ready to fuck you and knowing him, he won’t until you’re at home and he can make you scream.

“sorry” you moan and he chuckles.

he adds a second finger, stretching you just a little. it’s embarrassing when he does it but he smirks as he sees how wet you are. zayne knows the affect he has on you.

“tell me baby, have you calmed down now?” he leans down and kisses your asscheeks. they sting and he knows you’ll have a hard time sitting, he likes that. he hopes he’ll be on your mind all day tomorrow.

“i have…” you say softly, feeling a little sleepy, “thank you”

“good girl” he smiles, “then let me make you cum and we can go home”

“yes please” you nod eagerly.

you really hope he does fuck you when you get home. it’s not that he has to but you enjoy when he puts you in your place like this. you get in your own head at times but he’s always there to bring you back to earth.

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our queen has met her doom

🧬 :: monsterfucking

[ nsfw ] 18+, i tagged it as monsterfucking for 2 dicks but also because he is a dragon.

:: wc :: 2.2k

the villagers had claimed it was a ritual to protect the lands. y/n called bullshit. over the years, many women were sent into the cave and ran out crying, claiming the sleeping giant had sent them away after he had threatened to ate them.

she and some other villagers your age would often play near his cave and nothing ever happened to them. y/n wondered if this ritual was just an excuse to marry off village girls to the rich in exchange for money and when the rich were bored, they’d send the girls back and force them to use that excuse.

no matter how she looked at it, it was ridiculous.

y/n sat in the red sedan as the men from her own family carried her through the foggy woods, right down to the cave’s entrance. she was instructed not to remove the red veil on her own as it was part of the tradition.

she scoffs and lifts her veil up to eat the snacks her mother had slipped into her sleeve. she was starving and this journey felt like it was never ending. if this was going to be the last time she ate anything, she was glad it was her favourite snacks.

when the men halted, she huffed and put the veil back in place and once the sliding door was opened, she was helped out of the sedan and her eyes widened.

“are you serious right now?” she frowns, staring up at the huge cave. she stood at the entrance, a chill going up her spine when she noticed how dark and eerie the area around the cave was despite the moonlight.

“i’m not going inside there by myself” she scoffs but the men say nothing, bowing their heads in silence.

“how useless!” she stomps her foot, “well i hope you get eaten by ghosts on your way back!”

with that, she grabs the bottom of her robes and enters the cave. she would prove to them how ridiculous this tradition was, it was just a cave!

sure it was massive and lit up with lanterns and she could smell incense and lotus flowers but that didn’t mean anything. the villagers certainly put a lot of effort into all this nonsense.

as she ventures further into the cave, there is a massive altar, the size of the cave itself and there, she sees offering and candles and small statuses of said dragon god.

“… uh hello?” she calls out, her veil still in place but she could still see everything pretty clearly, “oh.. holy one?”


she laughs softly to herself, it sounds so stupid even to her.

“look, i know this is a bunch of nonsense made up by the villagers but i’d really appreciate it if you showed yourself so we can put and end to this charade”

when there’s no response, she walks up to the altar and lights some incense. she did respect tradition despite it all.

she did feel slightly uneasy, like someone or something was watching her. it made her skin crawl but she shrugged it off. who wouldn’t be creeped out in a cave like this?

“who goes there?”

the voice is deep, raspy and sounds like it’s right in her ear but she knows no one is standing behind or next to her. she startles.

“my name is y/n” she stumbles out, holding onto the altar where she almost slipped.

“y/n?” the voice asks but it sounds almost like he’s testing her name out.

“and i suppose you’re the new sacrifice?” the voice asks but she knows it’s a man.

“i.. i really don’t have to be” she laughs awkwardly

just then, she feels the ground shake beneath her feet and behind the altar, a massive dragon appears. she has the right mind to scream and try to make a run for it but it simply laughs, watching her struggle with the robes she had on.

“i thought you said you were the sacrifice?” it asks, tilting its head and as much as she had read up on fiction and loved dragons, that was when it wasn’t real.

she found the entrance closed off as if there had never been one to begin with and she began to panic.

“calm down will you?” the dragon laughs, “i don’t plan to eat you”

“then.. then what on earth is going on!” she asks, eyes widening when it comes close, leaning down so its nose brushes against her robes

“i’m sure you know by now” and it’s as if the dragon is grinning down at her.

the dragon was black with beautiful red eyes, as if it was rubies. its scales shined underneath the cave lights like diamonds and in the centre of its chest, a red diamond, so large it looked like it could be its heart.

“what about those others then?” she asks

“i had no interest” the dragon says dryly, “but i enjoyed humouring your people, since they did build this altar for me after all”

she looks back at the altar and then back up at the dragon. it was twice the twice of the altar and the altar was the size of the cave itself.

“not afraid anymore?” it asks and she shakes her head. she feels fine now that the initial shock has worn off and she’s more curious, considering it never hurt those other women, it even freed them.

“your name?” she asks

she should be offended when it laughs and goes back behind the altar.

how rude, she thinks. she turns back around and the entrance is open again. is it telling her to leave?

“sylus” the voice says, this time not as deep but still deep enough to make her knees weak.

from behind the cave, a man appears and though she had just met the dragon, she knows that’s him. she supposes his human form and gods is he handsome.

“sylus?” she asks and he nods, this time she can see his grin much better.

“have the others.. seen you like this?” she gestures to his human form

“no, they barely wanted to see my original form” he laughs, “i simply instructed them to wait a few days and then they could leave. i had no interest”

“had no interest?” she huffs and removes her veil, forgetting about the tradition, “so why do we still do- what? why are you looking at me like that?”

“you’re .. wow” he swallows hard and she only remembers then that the veil wasn’t supposed to be removed.

“shit.. i apologise” she goes to fix it but he reaches out to grab her wrist

“don’t” he shakes his head, “i want to see your face”

she nods but he doesn’t let go of her hand.

“have you eaten?” he asks and she shakes her head. aside from the snacks, there wasn’t much else she had eaten.

“come, i will feed you”

and she finds herself following him, staring a little too hard at the way his back muscles flex as he walks.

the space behind the altar is huge, there are different doors and she wonders how on earth this place was built and how, even as a child, she’d never seen anything like this.

from the entrance, you’d never know.

“sit” he tells her and places fruits and different meats in front of her. she finds herself drooling.

“you’re not going to fatten me up just to eat me are you?” she frowns and he scoffs, offended.

“just what on earth do your people take me for?” he rolls his eyes and sits opposite her, “i have never eaten a human before!”

she eats quietly after that. she knows she definitely hit a nerve but he couldn’t exactly fault her for that. what was she supposed to think when she was told about the tradition and then suddenly chosen?

“you look uncomfortable in those robes, remove some of the layers” he tells her quietly, “you will have to sleep in my chambers”

“with you?” she asks, eyes widening

“yes, you’ll sleep on the floor” he shrugs and she’s almost offended but she doesn’t argue. she was sure he’d send her away in a few days anyway.

they don’t say much else for the rest of the evening and as they days go by, they grow comfortable in each others company and somehow he’s managed to get clothing for her.

she notices him acting strange on her 10th day of being there. she’s helped clean the cave and fix up the altar and she’s even taken it upon herself to prepare their food everyday but he’s gotten distant and moody.

she thinks this is when he’ll send her away and she finds that she’s sad about that.

“sylus?” she calls and when he turns to look at her, his face is flushed and his eyes are redder than usual.

“you should go” he tells her, his jaw clenched.

“what? why?” she asks, confused by the sudden change.

“I SAID GO!”

her eyes widen, the cave booms with the sound of his deep voice. he’d never spoken to her that way before.

“y/n i- fuck..” he groans

“you’re .. going into your rut” she says, “that explains a lot”

for the last 2 days he’s been sniffing her randomly, he rubs his cheek against hers and he insists she sit right by his side.

he only lets her sleep beside him and he insisted she wear his robes since the “cave gets so cold at night”

the first week, he didn’t act that way at all so she knows. she’s done enough research in her time and she’s glad she was nosey.

“how do you normally spend it?” she finds herself asking but the realisation hits her immediately. he’s been alone .. all these years.

“please” it’s like he’s begging now, “you need to leave”

“what about you?” she asks, stepping forward, “you’re in pain aren’t you?”

“it’s nothing i haven’t experienced before” he tells her calmly even though he’s anything but calm.

“so please, go” he continues

“no” she glares at him

“no?” he glares right back, “have you lost -”

“i said no!” she cuts him off, “i want to help you”

he has the nerve to laugh at her, head tossed back and gods even that was so attractive.

she stands her ground though, arms crossed.

“let me help you” y/n insists

“you can’t” he sighs, “you can’t handle… me”

“try me” she scoffs

the stories she’d read never told her about this. he was very passionate in the way he kissed. he was gentle with her, kissing her as he fingered her.

“sylus please” she begs, “i.. i’m ready”

“trust me sweetheart, you’re not” he whispers, nipping at her neck and shoulders. she enjoyed the slight pain of his sharp fangs and when he added a fourth finger, her back arched against his chest. it was a lot and not enough all at once.

when he stood and removed his robes, her eyes widened in shock.

“that.. that’s not going to fit” she gasps

he had two cocks. one slightly longer than the other but the shorter one was thicker and had ridges. she would feel that for days, if not weeks!

“we can stop” he says softly, kissing her, “i don’t want to hurt you”

“keep kissing me” she says, “distract me”

“okay” he nods and kisses her before he slowly pushes the first one into her. it’s so big that she squirts just from that and he chuckles against her soft lips.

“good girl” he praises, “you’re doing so good for me”

she grips his biceps, her nails digging into his skin and he moans, enjoying the sting. he rocks his hips gently at first, not yet putting the other one inside. he let her get used to the stretch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around him.

“sylus” she moans, her legs shaking. she’s never felt anything like this in her life and she finds it hard to concentrate on anything he says.

“i know baby” he whispers, “just like this”

he fucks her slow, enjoying how wet she’s getting. the slide becomes easier and when he knows she’s ready, he slowly pushes his second cock into her hole. it’s a lot, she screams loud and he thinks he’ll cum from this.


she’s so full, fuller than she’s ever been. there’s a bump in her lower abdomen every time he pushes in. it hurts but not in a way she doesn’t like. it feels good, knowing she’ll feel him in her for days after this.

“sylus” she moans again, louder this time that her pretty voice echoes throughout the cave. he’s never wanted anyone in his life the way he wants her. he doesn’t think he’d be able to send her home and from the way she clings to him, begging him to keep fucking her, he doesn’t think she wants to leave him either.

when they find a rhythm that works better, she moans freely, no longer shy about how loud her voice seems to be. he moans too, right against her ear as he picks up the pace. for so long he considered himself a monster, not worthy of anything like this but she makes him feel so good, the best he’s ever felt.

“stay with me” he begs as he cums inside her, so much that it spills out and onto the bed, “please”

she nods, her eyes squeezing shut as she cums too, so much and so intense she thinks she might pass out from it.

“yes” she whispers against his lips, “i’ll stay”

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making pretty love to me pretty

🧬 :: breeding

[ nsfw ] 18+

:: wc :: 784

the sound of cars driving by sounded distant to him as he watched you walk around your apartment. the city was busy, even deep into the night and usually he was so busy that he barely had time to see you.

you always welcomed him back into your home, just happy to see him even if his excuses were all the same. he never told you what he was doing when he was away and you never asked.

he appreciated that most about you but it’s not what kept him coming back. he knew he could never truly let you go, that’s not something he can imagine.

now, it feels like you’re purposely tormenting him as you walk around in nothing but that silk robe you’re always wearing. the food you’re preparing smells amazing but he can’t focus on his hunger, not when he was hungry for something far more .. delicious

“baby” he calls gently, “come here a sec”

“i’m almost done” you call back, “you need another drink?”

he huffs and downs his drink, leaving the class on the side table as he walks up to you. he slips his large hands inside your robe, kissing your neck and nipping at your ear.

“this can wait” he whispers, “i need to be inside your pussy first”

“pervert” you gasp but you don’t push him away. you never do, you like the way he feels against your body and you enjoy being the only person he cares about like this.

“did you bring condoms?” you tease, “we ran out”

“… fuck” he groans, letting go of you and straightening, “i’ll be —”

“don’t” you grin, gripping his wrist as you look up to him with as much innocence you can muster, “i.. don’t really mind”

his ears turn red despite his smirk.

“yeah?” he leans in to kiss your jaw, “want me to fuck your pretty pussy raw?”

you feel flushed as he slowly opens the front of your robe and he groans once more when he sees you’re naked.

“fucking tease” he huffs

he slaps your tits, making your nipples harden further. he knows what you like and knows exactly how to play your body like his favourite instrument.

“this all for me huh?” he grins and slaps your pussy before cupping it. he stares right into your eyes as you moan.

he slips one finger through your wet folds and brings it to his mouth.

“god you taste so good” he bites his lip and pushes you flat against the counter

“hands out in front of you” he instructs, “i’ll fuck you over the counter first, then we’ll eat”

you nod eagerly, always ready and wanting. he hides his laugh as he slaps your ass.

he looks over at the condom stack he keeps near the kitchen and then back down at you. he knows you don’t mind either way but he’s always been responsible and careful. it wouldn’t be smart but he can’t resist, not today.

he slides into you, slower than he usually does. he wants you to feel every ridge and every vein.

“enjin” you gasps and he smirks, biting his lip.

“that’s right baby, it’s enjin making you feel this good, no one else” he kisses your shoulder and bites down as he picks up his pace.

your insides hug his cock, wrapping around it like a soft velvet vice. it hurts in the best way, he’s so big that he always hits the right places every single time he fucks you.

he holds you down by you shoulder, using his free hand to spread your ass to see just where he fucks you over and over. it should be illegal to feel this good. he loses himself in you every time.

he presses against that bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars. he doesn’t have to see your face to know your eyes are crossed, tongue hanging out like you’re so desperate for it.

maybe you are because he knows he is.

“gonna breed you” he moans, eyes closing as he fucks you harder against the counter.

you beg, not sure what you want but you know he’s the only one who can give it to you.

his cum is hot and sticky as he fills you. your legs shake from your own orgasm and it’s like his goes on for so long, dripping down the inside of your thighs.

“what a messy girl” he grins, breathless.

you don’t have any smart remarks right now, can barely even think straight.

“i’m not done with you yet” he leans down, kissing the side of your neck before he inhales, “you smell so good baby, dinner can definitely wait”

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don’t let the high go to waste

🧬 :: edging

[ nsfw ] 18+, he’s a little mean here (barely)

:: wc :: 641

“are all humans this weak?” he sighs, watching you struggle against your restraints.

it’s not much, just a thin silk cloth wrapped around your wrists. he grins, eyes never leaving your disheveled form as you gasp.

it’s been an hour, barely anytime if he was being honest but you were a mess. your face was wet with your tears and your pretty lips swollen from biting them and well.. his relentless kissing.

he knows you’re not weak, far from it but when he has you on his bed, struggling to catch your breath because he’s not letting you cum? you’re not just some famous traveler anymore.

no, here, like this, you were his toy. his favourite plaything.

before you, he very rarely allowed himself to indulge like this. there were moments with wriothesley, both far too busy to form any other bonds with new people. it was easy, they understood each other.

when you came along, you flipped his entire world on its head and he never wanted to possess something so desperately in his life.

you allowed him to be completely selfish, free to do as he pleased. he exercised a lot of restraint in his time but you made him feel uneasy. he liked that about you the most. you kept him on his toes and in turn, he did the same to you.

it’s funny, watching you try so hard to break free. you’re not even using your strength. he knows you don’t actually want to be freed. you like being tied up and at his mercy.

“please” you gasp and he raises a brow, staring down at you.

“how pathetic” he grins and increases the pressure of the vibrator and it presses against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“please what darling?” he asks as he slowly undresses, “use your words”

“it’s too much” you beg, “please i just want to cum”

he spreads your legs again, slapping his cock against your wet folds. you’re so swollen now and he knows it’s going to hurt so good when he finally gives you what you’ve been crying for.

“you’re just so easy to mess with” he huffs before he slowly pushes into you.

your eyes widen, jaw dropping from just how big he is. it stings in the best way and when he’s finally all the way inside, your eyes cross from the intensity.

“if you cum before i tell you to, we’ll start again” he warns and it makes your insides feel fuzzy.

you know it’s not an empty threat. it never is when it comes to him. he’s always been a man of his word.

“good girl” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you as he begins to fuck you hard into the bed.

the headboard bangs against the wall and you’re worried it’s not going to last with how hard he presses into you.

his free hand holds your hands above your head, still in your restraints, while the other grips the headboard so hard it cracks from the force of it. you know he’s pent up, desperate for you in the same way you are for him but he’s always had much better composure.

you enjoy the way he’s perfect facade falls apart when he’s inside you like this because even he can’t resist.

“right there!” you moan louder, back arching once more as he picks up his pace.

you’re both so close, can feel the sweet release building with every well aimed thrust and he can see it in your eyes and feel the way you clench and squeeze around his cock.

“let go” he says and you do, screaming from how hard you cum. you’re almost certain you’ll black out any moment now.

“that’s my girl” he sighs as he cums too, filling you up the way you like.

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nature feels

🧬 :: dacryphilia

[ nsfw ] :: 18+

:: wc :: 710

it had started out as a mistake. he wasn’t one to push you further than you both could handle but his skin had began to feel hot, his brows furrowed and no matter how hard he tried to calm himself down, he just couldn’t.

you gripped the sheets so hard it ripped and when your body arched against his own, he looked down at your pretty face and he gasped. you were always the most beautiful woman to him. he’d never seen anyone quite like you but to see your face scrunched up and your eyes red, filled with tears? he was a goner.

“baby” he whispers, “do you feel that?”

by “that” he means the pressure against your lower abdomen as he slowly pushes into you. he likes to take his time when he’s fucking you, he’s not in “heat” right now but it’s still so intense and the way you moan and grip his shoulders makes his head spin.

“so pretty” he grins down at you, “and all for me, isn’t that right?”

you find yourself nodding along to whatever he says. you trust him but honestly, you can’t focus on anything when he purposely presses down on your stomach. it’s too much and not enough all at once and your eyes well up with tears because it’s a lot.

“there she is” he chuckles, “my sweet girl”

he’s mocking you. he enjoys this push and pull, knows that you do as well.

“mean” you gasp, gripping his arm tighter than you need to right now but he welcomes the pain. most days he even craves it.

“it’s not my fault you make such pretty faces when you cry for me” he leans down and kisses you, swallowing your moans as he begins to thrust harder and deeper.

you feel like you’ll lose your voice at this point. he fucks you so good you forget yourself sometimes. he’s so deep, it feels like you’re resonating with him without even meaning to.

“i..it feels so good” you moan louder and you really hope it’s just the two of you left at the gallery, you’d hate to deal with anyone else right now. it also wouldn’t be the first time.

“i know” he whispers, teeth grazing the side of your neck.

if you had to ask him, he’d tell you he hated when you cried. it wasn’t a lie, rafayel preferred to see you happy and content but this was different.


seeing you cry and beg because he was making you feel so good, it made his heart beat so much faster. it filled an aching void in his chest that he didn’t quite understand.

on one hand, your tears pained him but like this? he wanted to make you cry everytime he touched you this way. every deep stroke or well angled thrust, he wanted to see those pretty eyes red rimmed and puffy.

he knows it’s a weird feeling, the desire to see your partner so worn out they can barely breathe but it’s worth it when you cling to him that much harder, beg him not to stop even when you’re so overwhelmed you can’t think straight. it’s worth it when you kiss him and your lips are extra soft and your moans go from being loud to an almost broken whimper.

it feels like a ritual to the sea god of some sort, your tears filling an ache so deep in his chest, he thinks he might cry with you.

“stunning” he kisses the side of your jaw, down to your neck. he loves biting you, tasting you skin as he fucks your deeper and harder. he grins when he sees your eyes squeezing shut, tears falling down your cheeks and he quickly leans down to catch it with his tongue.

he hopes he always gets to see you cry in moments like this. these are the tears he adores, the kind he thinks about when you’re away and he misses you.

the way you smell, the way you cling to him when he fucks you and how velvety soft your walls grip his cock. he thinks he might really be pussy drunk but he’s not one to complain, not about this.

never about this.

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౨ৎ XIFENG’S 2025 KINKTOBER LIST ౨ৎ

𖤐 october 4th — dacryphilia [ Qi Yu/Rafayel ]

𖤐 october 7th — edging [ Neuvillette ]

𖤐 october 10th — breeding [ Enjin ]

𖤐 october 13th — monsterfucking [ dragon sylus ]

𖤐 october 16th — impact play + brat taming [ Li Shen/Zayne ]

𖤐 october 19th — corruption [ Sebastian Michaelis ]

𖤐 october 22nd — somnophilia [ Flins ]

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don’t you worry baby, i’ve got time and i’m gon’ give it to you ..

— [sfw ] :: transmigration, getting together, fake “idgafer” trope

(y/n’s transmigration is sorta briefly mentioned in the beginning but it’s not necessarily the most important thing)

— wc :: 1.8k

free falling, everyone assumes it’s scary. they say you feel the adrenaline rushing through your body and your heart beats faster and faster until it feels like you can no longer breathe.

gasping for air as if she had a bad dream, y/n clutches her chest as she sits up right. it takes her a moment but she realises she’s in a hospital room. the beeping noises of the machines and the sterile smell makes her uneasy.

“y/n! thank god you’re awake, i’ll get the doctor”

an unfamiliar voice catches her off guard. doctor? and who was that woman that just rushed out the room. what exactly happened to her?

y/n lies back down and stares up at the ceiling. she tries to put the pieces of the last few hours together but she can’t remember anything. she just remembers reading kaiju no. 8 after she had just finished up her last assignment for the night.

she remembers having a really bad headache but not enough to end up in hospital and how would anyone know? she lives alone.

“tsk” she groans and runs her hands down her face in confusion and frustration. she needed to submit her assignment in before midnight or it was a failing grade.

“you’re awake?”

she looks at the doctor who enters her room. he smiles softly and checks her temperature but she feels completely fine.

“where am i?” y/n asks

“yokohama minami general” the woman from earlier explains and when she comes into view, y/n’s jaw drops in utter disbelief.

mina… ashiro… from kaiju no. 8?!

“don’t look so surprised, anyone can faint even you” mina continues with a frown, “you really had me worried back there”

“???”

“she’s still recovering” the doctor explains, “she’s fine though and can be cleared to go home if you want-”

“yes!” y/n cuts in before awkwardly clearing her throat, “i feel fine”

she knows this is a dream or at least it has to be so even if she feels the needle from the dripped being pulled out and she feels the pressure of the cotton wool against the tiny spot where a little blood trickles out, she doesn’t believe any of this is real.

mina sat at the edge of your hospital bed, her usually composed expression softened by concern. “you gave us all quite a scare,” she said quietly, her eyes meeting y/n's with an intensity that made it hard to look away.

y/n could feel her beat beating faster the more mina spoke. what exactly was this dream?

“during the mission, you pushed yourself too hard. when you collapsed, harumi was close enough to catch you before you hit the ground.” she paused, the faintest curve of a smile tugging at her lips. “you don’t always have to carry the weight alone. next time… let us share it with you.”

she blinked at mina, trying to process her words. wait, what mission? fainted? her brain scrambled like eggs on a hot pan. yesterday, no, like an hour ago, she was scrolling through manga panels, not sprinting alongside people with rocket launchers.

okay, calm down, y/n ... don’t freak out. this is totally normal. happens all the time. in fanfics. NOT real life!

she forced a weak smile, nodding like she totally understood. “right… sorry for worrying you, mina.”

“harumi.. was by your side most of the night but don’t tell him i said that because you know he will deny it” mina grins

…. GEN HARUMI?!

later that day, y/n stared blankly around her “apartment”

nothing about this place screamed familiarity to her but it had already been a good 2 hours and she still had not woken up.

was this a case of transmigration? but that usually happens when … you die

did she die? was that headache more than just a slight discomfort? she had never been so confused in her life.

the loud knocking on her door startled her. what now!

as she opens her door, she tries her best not to scream. now was the time to practice her nonchalance despite her knees almost giving out on her.

“not going to let me in?” narumi grins, leaning against the door frame.

“whatever you have to say, you can say it out there” she shrugs and she doesn’t know where the fuck that came from but judging by his demeanor, this must’ve been their dynamic? her brain was melting.

and did he always smell this good?

“wow and here i thought you’d be nicer since i saved your pretty face from being all scratched up” he huffs and pushes past her into her place.

“pretty face?” she raises a brow after closing her door.

“whatever, you know what i mean” he rolls his eyes, “i just wanted to make sure you’re not completely banged up”

“i can work just fine if that’s what you’re asking” she deadpans. she doesn’t know where this confidence even comes from.

“good because we have to go in about an hour” he opens her fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, “let me check your shoulder”

“my shoulder?” her eyebrows furrow, she honestly felt fine aside from well .. you know .. dying in her own world apparently.

she didn’t have time to process any of these things and now she was expected to actually go on a mission? maybe her body would act on its own because she was at a loss right now.

“yes” he gently grabs her wrist, “i caught you but it’s better to be safe than sorry and i don’t need your ass slacking off”

she rolls her eyes but before she could protest, he was already behind her, tugging at her shirt collar with the nonchalance of someone flipping through a magazine.

“relax, idiot. i just wanna make sure you’re not gonna collapse on the field again.” he huffs

y/n’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed over her skin, gentle despite his rough tone. his touch lingered longer than it should have and when she twisted to glare at him, she caught the faintest crease of worry in his brow before he masked it with a lopsided grin.

“see? all patched up. guess you won’t slow me down after all.” she rolled your eyes, tugging her shirt back into place but her heart betrayed her with a restless rhythm.

was .. this how he always acted? she was so busy in her head over her even being here but she had never felt this type of tension is all her life and she was starting to wonder just what the fuck was going on with her.

back in her room, y/n stood in front of the mirror, fastening the defense force uniform with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling.

okay, deep breath. you’re not just some reader anymore, you’re in kaiju no. 8. which means…

she glanced at the gleaming gear strapped to her body...

i’m supposed to fight giant monsters. no big deal. totally fine.. except i’ve never even thrown a punch outside of a schoolyard fight and now i’m about to battle skyscraper-sized lizards like it’s normal for me.

the strangest part was her body… it moved like it had muscle memory that wasn’t her own. every buckle, every strap, every adjustment, felt practiced. like whoever she had become knew exactly what to do. her reflection stared back at her and for a second she swore it wasn’t even her anymore but the person this world expected her to already be.

and then there was narumi. his stupid smirk, his too-casual concern, the way his hands had brushed her shoulders earlier... her mind was a mess of panic and something dangerously close to longing. “focus, y/n,” she muttered, shaking your head as you slipped the last piece of armor into place. “kaiju first. existential crisis later.”

to say she was overwhelmed would be an understatement. she was in way over her head but it’s like she knew exactly where to run, how high to jump and she took orders like it was an everyday occurrence in her life.

she knew she was high on adrenaline and fear right now but she was determined to survive because she still had so many unanswered questions and she didn’t even know who could help her.

“NARUMI WATCH OUT!” she heard someone yelling from behind her and when she turned around, she froze.

the battlefield roared with chaos but all she saw was narumi crumpling to the ground after the kaiju’s tail slammed into him. her lungs seized up and before she knew it, she was sprinting towards him, shouting his name like it was the only word she knew.

when she reached him, he was slumped against the rubble, battered and bloody but still very much alive. relief hit her so hard it hurt. she dropped to her knees beside him, hands trembling as she pressed against his shoulder.

“don’t you dare fucking scare me like that again,” she whispered, voice cracking despite herself.

her heart was beating like crazy and she didn’t even know why she reacted this way. she had literally met the guy less an 3 hours ago after waking up in that hospital room.

she was still so deep in denial that she thought that at any moment now she’d wake up and it would just be a crazy dream she’d tell her friends but she had gotten injured just before narumi did and it stung. everything felt way too real to be a dream.

narumi tilted his head toward her, smirk tugging at his bruised mouth.

“tch .. look at you, panicking over me. you're so cute.” his words made y/n flush but she refused to back down, shoving at his chest lightly.

“shut up. i was worried about the mission, not you.” the lie hung between them, very transparent and obvious but his eyes, sharp even in the pain, softened as they lingered on hers.

“liar,” he murmured and the world around them seemed to fade. for a moment they weren’t comrades screaming over kaiju or rivals constantly butting heads. they were just two people on the edge of something dangerous and neither of them wanted to be the first to admit it.

“.. you really did scare me” she admits softer now and he huffs, his hand that wasn’t pressed against his stomach reached out to cup her face.

“i know” he says, just as soft and neither of them would admit it but the distance between them closed and suddenly they were kissing.

y/n has never been kissed that hard and that good in her entire life and she was starting to be okay with dealing with kaiju if it meant she could continue kissing narumi like this.

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[ [ KAIJU NO.8 ] ]

G. NARUMI

one.

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don’t you worry baby, i’ve got time and i’m gon’ give it to you ..

— [sfw ] :: transmigration, getting together, fake “idgafer” trope

(y/n’s transmigration is sorta briefly mentioned in the beginning but it’s not necessarily the most important thing)

— wc :: 1.8k

free falling, everyone assumes it’s scary. they say you feel the adrenaline rushing through your body and your heart beats faster and faster until it feels like you can no longer breathe.

gasping for air as if she had a bad dream, y/n clutches her chest as she sits up right. it takes her a moment but she realises she’s in a hospital room. the beeping noises of the machines and the sterile smell makes her uneasy.

“y/n! thank god you’re awake, i’ll get the doctor”

an unfamiliar voice catches her off guard. doctor? and who was that woman that just rushed out the room. what exactly happened to her?

y/n lies back down and stares up at the ceiling. she tries to put the pieces of the last few hours together but she can’t remember anything. she just remembers reading kaiju no. 8 after she had just finished up her last assignment for the night.

she remembers having a really bad headache but not enough to end up in hospital and how would anyone know? she lives alone.

“tsk” she groans and runs her hands down her face in confusion and frustration. she needed to submit her assignment in before midnight or it was a failing grade.

“you’re awake?”

she looks at the doctor who enters her room. he smiles softly and checks her temperature but she feels completely fine.

“where am i?” y/n asks

“yokohama minami general” the woman from earlier explains and when she comes into view, y/n’s jaw drops in utter disbelief.

mina… ashiro… from kaiju no. 8?!

“don’t look so surprised, anyone can faint even you” mina continues with a frown, “you really had me worried back there”

“???”

“she’s still recovering” the doctor explains, “she’s fine though and can be cleared to go home if you want-”

“yes!” y/n cuts in before awkwardly clearing her throat, “i feel fine”

she knows this is a dream or at least it has to be so even if she feels the needle from the dripped being pulled out and she feels the pressure of the cotton wool against the tiny spot where a little blood trickles out, she doesn’t believe any of this is real.

mina sat at the edge of your hospital bed, her usually composed expression softened by concern. “you gave us all quite a scare,” she said quietly, her eyes meeting y/n's with an intensity that made it hard to look away.

y/n could feel her beat beating faster the more mina spoke. what exactly was this dream?

“during the mission, you pushed yourself too hard. when you collapsed, harumi was close enough to catch you before you hit the ground.” she paused, the faintest curve of a smile tugging at her lips. “you don’t always have to carry the weight alone. next time… let us share it with you.”

she blinked at mina, trying to process her words. wait, what mission? fainted? her brain scrambled like eggs on a hot pan. yesterday, no, like an hour ago, she was scrolling through manga panels, not sprinting alongside people with rocket launchers.

okay, calm down, y/n ... don’t freak out. this is totally normal. happens all the time. in fanfics. NOT real life!

she forced a weak smile, nodding like she totally understood. “right… sorry for worrying you, mina.”

“harumi.. was by your side most of the night but don’t tell him i said that because you know he will deny it” mina grins

…. GEN HARUMI?!

later that day, y/n stared blankly around her “apartment”

nothing about this place screamed familiarity to her but it had already been a good 2 hours and she still had not woken up.

was this a case of transmigration? but that usually happens when … you die

did she die? was that headache more than just a slight discomfort? she had never been so confused in her life.

the loud knocking on her door startled her. what now!

as she opens her door, she tries her best not to scream. now was the time to practice her nonchalance despite her knees almost giving out on her.

“not going to let me in?” narumi grins, leaning against the door frame.

“whatever you have to say, you can say it out there” she shrugs and she doesn’t know where the fuck that came from but judging by his demeanor, this must’ve been their dynamic? her brain was melting.

and did he always smell this good?

“wow and here i thought you’d be nicer since i saved your pretty face from being all scratched up” he huffs and pushes past her into her place.

“pretty face?” she raises a brow after closing her door.

“whatever, you know what i mean” he rolls his eyes, “i just wanted to make sure you’re not completely banged up”

“i can work just fine if that’s what you’re asking” she deadpans. she doesn’t know where this confidence even comes from.

“good because we have to go in about an hour” he opens her fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, “let me check your shoulder”

“my shoulder?” her eyebrows furrow, she honestly felt fine aside from well .. you know .. dying in her own world apparently.

she didn’t have time to process any of these things and now she was expected to actually go on a mission? maybe her body would act on its own because she was at a loss right now.

“yes” he gently grabs her wrist, “i caught you but it’s better to be safe than sorry and i don’t need your ass slacking off”

she rolls her eyes but before she could protest, he was already behind her, tugging at her shirt collar with the nonchalance of someone flipping through a magazine.

“relax, idiot. i just wanna make sure you’re not gonna collapse on the field again.” he huffs

y/n’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed over her skin, gentle despite his rough tone. his touch lingered longer than it should have and when she twisted to glare at him, she caught the faintest crease of worry in his brow before he masked it with a lopsided grin.

“see? all patched up. guess you won’t slow me down after all.” she rolled your eyes, tugging her shirt back into place but her heart betrayed her with a restless rhythm.

was .. this how he always acted? she was so busy in her head over her even being here but she had never felt this type of tension is all her life and she was starting to wonder just what the fuck was going on with her.

back in her room, y/n stood in front of the mirror, fastening the defense force uniform with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling.

okay, deep breath. you’re not just some reader anymore, you’re in kaiju no. 8. which means…

she glanced at the gleaming gear strapped to her body...

i’m supposed to fight giant monsters. no big deal. totally fine.. except i’ve never even thrown a punch outside of a schoolyard fight and now i’m about to battle skyscraper-sized lizards like it’s normal for me.

the strangest part was her body… it moved like it had muscle memory that wasn’t her own. every buckle, every strap, every adjustment, felt practiced. like whoever she had become knew exactly what to do. her reflection stared back at her and for a second she swore it wasn’t even her anymore but the person this world expected her to already be.

and then there was narumi. his stupid smirk, his too-casual concern, the way his hands had brushed her shoulders earlier... her mind was a mess of panic and something dangerously close to longing. “focus, y/n,” she muttered, shaking your head as you slipped the last piece of armor into place. “kaiju first. existential crisis later.”

to say she was overwhelmed would be an understatement. she was in way over her head but it’s like she knew exactly where to run, how high to jump and she took orders like it was an everyday occurrence in her life.

she knew she was high on adrenaline and fear right now but she was determined to survive because she still had so many unanswered questions and she didn’t even know who could help her.

“NARUMI WATCH OUT!” she heard someone yelling from behind her and when she turned around, she froze.

the battlefield roared with chaos but all she saw was narumi crumpling to the ground after the kaiju’s tail slammed into him. her lungs seized up and before she knew it, she was sprinting towards him, shouting his name like it was the only word she knew.

when she reached him, he was slumped against the rubble, battered and bloody but still very much alive. relief hit her so hard it hurt. she dropped to her knees beside him, hands trembling as she pressed against his shoulder.

“don’t you dare fucking scare me like that again,” she whispered, voice cracking despite herself.

her heart was beating like crazy and she didn’t even know why she reacted this way. she had literally met the guy less an 3 hours ago after waking up in that hospital room.

she was still so deep in denial that she thought that at any moment now she’d wake up and it would just be a crazy dream she’d tell her friends but she had gotten injured just before narumi did and it stung. everything felt way too real to be a dream.

narumi tilted his head toward her, smirk tugging at his bruised mouth.

“tch .. look at you, panicking over me. you're so cute.” his words made y/n flush but she refused to back down, shoving at his chest lightly.

“shut up. i was worried about the mission, not you.” the lie hung between them, very transparent and obvious but his eyes, sharp even in the pain, softened as they lingered on hers.

“liar,” he murmured and the world around them seemed to fade. for a moment they weren’t comrades screaming over kaiju or rivals constantly butting heads. they were just two people on the edge of something dangerous and neither of them wanted to be the first to admit it.

“.. you really did scare me” she admits softer now and he huffs, his hand that wasn’t pressed against his stomach reached out to cup her face.

“i know” he says, just as soft and neither of them would admit it but the distance between them closed and suddenly they were kissing.

y/n has never been kissed that hard and that good in her entire life and she was starting to be okay with dealing with kaiju if it meant she could continue kissing narumi like this.

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— [ nsfw ] :: TENTACLES, that’s all it is.

— wc :: 1k

the final bell rings and he slumps down in his seat. the weather these days has been uncomfortable, sticky and way too hot.

he finds himself dragging his feet as he reaches the end of the hallway only to spot a classroom to his left still open. the room feels cool so he looks around before entering.

“sorry to interrupt, it’s just so humid -”

“oh” you pause at the back of the classroom, you had just finished up for the day yourself. “koro-sensei”

you were the new english teacher and he had taken quite a liking to you ever since you joined. he wasn’t subtle either, not with the way he stared you down any chance he got.

he grins, titling his head to the side.

“i didn’t expect you to be here so late” he says, already feeling better and it had nothing to do with the AC cooling down your classroom.

he eyes you closely as you walk over to close the back room before doing one last check. he knows better than anyone else that now isn’t the time or place to act on his crush but he could blame it on the heat.

he quietly saunters over to the back, being as sneaky as he can so he doesn’t startle you right away and closes the door behind him.

“is something wrong?” you ask, not sure what’s so urgent that he needs to lock the back room behind him.

one large tentacle reaches out to brush against your cheek and you immediately freeze up. it’s not out of fear, you were definitely not afraid of him.

“so pretty” he chuckles, “have you any idea how much you distract me? knowing you’re so close everyday but i have to behave myself?”

“i’m not following” you lie, resisting the urge to gasp as another tentacle slowly wraps and unwraps itself around your ankle.

perhaps you had warn a skirt on purpose today but no one needed to know any of that. you were good at pretending to be a professional, good at pretending you didn’t see the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“liar” he huffs, moving close as you step back. your back almost hits the edge of a bookcase but he pulls you against him.

“easy there sweet thing” he smirks, “don’t want you accusing me of hurting you”

“do i look that fragile?” you scoff but he’s grinning, amused by how much you pretend to be unaffected.

a tentacle slithers up your leg, gently wrapping around your thigh. the sensation of suction makes your knees weak.

“have you been thinking about this?” he laughs, “you’re not stopping me”

“are you always all talk and no action?” you raise a brow and that has him laughing louder.

you feel it moving higher up your thigh, brushing against the material of your panties.

“i’m all talk and yet you’re wet” he grins, leaning closer, “i’d eat you right up baby but we don’t have much time”

your face feels hot as he slips one underneath your bra, the cold sensation is what you feel first before it attaches itself onto your nipple. your eyes widen at the sound you make and he seems far too pleased with himself.

“god” you gasp, unable to help yourself and he rolls his eyes.

“it’s koro that’s making your pussy tingle baby, not god” he scoffs

you can’t help the moan you let out as he slides the soft tentacle against your clit, he’s deliberately slow, aiming to make you beg for him.

“what a good girl” he whispers, “i love how responsive you are”

“pervert” you glare but it’s not as threatening as you’d like with how glazed over your eyes are or with the way you grip his shirt.

“in more ways than you think baby” he laughs, “you’re so sexy and all i think about is how much i need to ruin you for anyone else”

your jaw drops as you feel it pressing against your hole. you can’t believe this is happening, even as it presses in slowly only to be pulled back out and brought to his mouth.

“fuck” he groans, “you smell so good”

“you’re teasing me on purpose” you frown. this isn’t the first time you’ve messed around like this but definitely not in your classroom and he’s never been this slow in getting you off.

“is it so wrong of me to want to take my time with you?” he teases, “you always make me beg, don’t you?”

and maybe he is right. you’ve always enjoyed the little game of cat and mouse that you two have been playing for a while now. it’s easy to pretend to be sweet and innocent when everyone already thinks he’s the pervert.

“yes” you say, glaring up at him, “you just said we don’t have much time, what exactly are you — koro!”

he slips his tentacle inside you, his grin never leaving his face. it’s so hot watching you get worked up for him and because of him. he takes pleasure in driving you crazy.

“you were saying?” he laughs but he’s not slowing down. he knows he can have you whenever he wants and right now, he just wanted to feel you cum for him.

“koro, it’s too much” your eyes cross, gripping his shirt so tight that your hand starts to hurt.

“yeah?” he leans down, breathing softly against your neck, “you take it so well though, i think you like it”

you’re about to swear him, tell him to go to hell but he presses so deep inside you that you can’t help the loud moan. you squirt so much every time he does this, he wishes you were on your bed for this.

“that’s my girl” his grin is menacing, “always so messy”

“i hate you” you whimper but he’s far to pleased with himself to even care. he also knows that’s a lie.

“sure you do” he chuckles, “let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go home hm?”

“… whatever”